1) This story is inspirited by Corwalch's HPSG story: Two Shall Be As One.

2) Disclaimer: Honestly, I own nothing. Don't sue.

3) Please forgive my grammar. English is not my first language, and I'm without a beta.

One Plus One Equals One

by novacarta

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Chapter 03

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Headmaster Office, Hogwarts - July 31 1991, before midnight

'Things start to heat up again, just as I expected.'Albus Dumbledore thought with a grim determination, rolling a blood-red stone in his palm absently. No sooner had he retrieved the stone from Hagrid than he got a floo call from a panicking Nicholas Flamel. There was a break-in in Gringotts earlier that night attempted to get into Vault 713. Rumor was that it might be an inside job. Luckily Severus informed him someone had been asking around for the stone and thus he reacted just in time.

It was a pain in his old ass to persuade Nicholas letting the stone in his temporary custody, but given that Gringotts was no longer secured, Nicholas could only relied on the ancient Hogwarts protection wards until crisis passed. Might be he should ask other teachers to set up some traps too. No doubt the protection of this stone was of prime importance. He wouldn't dare to imagine what would become of the wizarding world if the stone fall into wrong hands.

'Wait…that's it!'

It might be his only chance to get the stone out of the picture once and for all without taking the blame. If the dark wizard powerful enough to break into Gringotts chasing its trail, surely it wouldn't be too surprising if the stone somehow got stolen, especially if the headmaster was called away by the minister.

Regrettably Nicholas and his wife would die, but they had already lived more life times that anyone could imagine anyway. He of course would avenge his friends by "catching" the thief after he mourned the Flamels. Some traps to show his effort, a fake stone to lurk the thief in, a perfect timing to push through the whole event. This' a golden opportunity to pull off what he has been longing to do. Immortality was not meant for human, it must be destroyed before corrupting people's mind with greed and power.

'And don't forget little Harry and the prophecy.' Dumbledore reminded himself. 'Troubles were brewing, and no doubts Tom would try to come back. Harry Potter must be prepared nice and quick. With the Dursleys as his guardians I don't need to worry of keeping him humble, yet it will take a lot to shape him into a savior. Luckily there is still time.'

He stroked his nodding off phoenix on its back and mused on the coming school year. When he thought of calling it a night, several instruments he kept in his office suddenly wailed with high-pitched sounds. He hurried to the spindly-legged table faster than a 110 years old wizard should be.

The table was covered with Harry Potter Monitoring instruments, the loudest one linked with the presence of Harry Potter in No.4 Privet Drive told him the boy had remained in the house, which was good, while the spinning one linked with the boy's physical condition indicating "severe injury", which was bad. The most disturbing alarm was the completely irresponsive life-force signaler.

It could only mean one thing.

Harry Potter was dead.

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Somewhere

'Murphy's law said: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.' Daniel thought absently. 'And Jackson's law said: Anything that cannot go wrong will always go wrong.'

He stood there, resigned to his famous "trouble magnet" curse. Apparently something had gone wrong during his magus portal jump, as rather than the expected SGC gate room, which was his original destination, he found himself standing in complete darkness.

He could tell from the stillness of surrounding air that he was in a confined room or a small cell. He reached out his arms and felt wooden surface under his fingertips at both sides. He moved his hands along the surface, realized his assumption was indeed correct. He was in a small room with wooden walls, a.k.a. a cupboard.

He gave the cupboard door a push and found it locked. Then out of a sudden a voice from his behind nearly startled his nonexistent little heart jumped out of his mouth.

"Who are you?"

Daniel wanted to slap himself for letting his guard down. As a member of SG1 with 5 years field experience, he should detect this roommate upon arrival. The voice obviously belonged a scared boy. Judged from where the voice came from, the boy probably got scared and shrank into a corner.

"Hello, my name is Daniel Jackson. It seems that I have lost my way and somehow end up here. I'm so sorry for scaring you." He spoke softly so as to calm the boy.

However the boy didn't reply but moaned in pain.

"Oh my god." Daniel immediately dropped to his knees, reached out for the hurting child. "Are you hurt?" His hand landed on a meager arm, and then moved upward to feel a bony face. The skin was sweaty and cold, which worried Daniel greatly.

Although his ascended power could heal illness and injury, he could do nothing without seeing where to heal. He switched into glinting mode immediately. His ascended form lighted up the cupboard like a mini sun. He gasped at what he saw, then growled in his throat as rage flared.

On the floor there lay a boy covered in blood and bruises. Those injuries no doubt were inflicted by kicking and punching, Daniel could even make out a large hand-shaped bruise around the thin neck, indicating at some point the boy was choked by his abuser. The most severe damage was done by broken ribs, which had punctured the lungs and caused heavy internal bleeding. All skin and bones under his over-sized clothes, the boy looked barely a day older than 10 years, though Daniel suspected it was because of malnutrition instead of age.

The implication was very plain. This boy had been brutally abused.

Physical injuries could be healed easily, but he doubted the almighty ascended power has any use on psychological trauma. Daniel signed sadly as he started to work. He could sympathize with the boy as he had been in a similar situation when he was under foster care.

His hands glowed as if he was wearing a pain of gloves made of light. He put one hand on the boy's lightening-scared forehead and the other over the chest. He let his power washed over the battled body in steady pulses, treating injuries one by one. Even though he could bolt his power out and heal in a blink of eyes, the approach might put the boy's sympathetic nervous system into a shock. Daniel preferred a more slow but more gentle approach.

The frowned eyebrows slowly smoothed away. The boy breathed out a small sign and opened his stunning emerald eyes. He stared at Daniel for a long while, then whispered wishfully.

"Are you an angel?"

"NO! No, of course not. I am an ascended being." Daniel felt flattered by the boy's comment. But considering Goa'ulds pretended to be Gods, he would hate to be associated with them for a case of mistaken identity. "I was one of those who left this world to the higher plane of existence. You could say I am just another life form"

However his shiny self was not very convincing against this whole angel idea.

"Then you ARE an angel." The boy said happily. "Have I died? Are you bringing me to my parents?" He blurted out the words in one breath, longing for a reunion with his family.

'He was an orphan just like me.' Daniel was saddened that this boy yearned for death instead of life. Yet as much as he loathed to do, he had to make the boy face the reality.

"I am sorry but I am not an angel. My name is Daniel Jackson and I was traveling before I got lost and strayed here. I found you on the floor and seriously hurt, so I use my ability to heal and wake you up." Daniel said patiently. "My power could be explained scientifically, but I don't think you would enjoy the lengthy and boring explanation. Do you understand so far?"

"Fine, you are not an angel, but an ascended being. I understand now." The boy nodded his head. Might be "ascended being" was the technical term of "angel". He would respect this and address Daniel as such. It would never hurt to be political correct either. "And my name is Harry Potter. Thank you for saving me. I thought I would be death alone without anyone notice, and even I was saved by someone, it would probably take months to cure all the injuries."

"Well, Harry, about the injuries…" Daniel noticed the boy tensed up instantly. "Were they from your guardian? Relatives, perhaps?"

Harry froze at the question. , then hesitatingly nodded his head, but did not elaborate.

"Is there anyone could take care of you?"

Harry shook his head.

Daniel paused a moment to consider "Personally I think an orphanage is a better choice than here. But the choice is yours. If you want to leave here, I would send you some place far away. "

"Really?" Emerald eyes widened.

"If you know the direction, I could bring you to anywhere on this planet. No matter what, I would stay awhile until you settle down." Daniel wanted to ensure the boy's welfare. If the children protection law on this planet were crap, he would go as far as to relocate the boy to another planet.

"Well, I always want to visit America." Harry smiled shyly at him.

"W,wait a minute! You said America, as in the United States?" Daniel spluttered. "I am on Earth?"

"I lived in Surrey near London, of course you are on Earth.' Harry tried to image how terrible the sense of direction Daniel possessed if he managed to lose his way from Heaven to Earth.

"Okay, we would go to Colorado then. Might be Jack and General Hammond could help us." Daniel replied inattentively. His mind forced on the new information. It seemed that regardless what happened to the magus portal, he missed his destination only by hundreds of miles, rather than light years.

Harry jumped to his feet and jolted Daniel out of his muse. Not that Daniel would blame him for his eager to leave. As the boy didn't mention packing, Daniel figured that there was nothing was deemed as important. Gently hugging the boy close to him, Daniel relaxed his hold on his sentience and let it pervade around throughout the surroundings.

"Strange…" Daniel muttered. "Something is blocking my senses. I don't even know where we are now." He couldn't sense the landscape outside the cupboard, which mean he could not pinpoint their current coordinates either.

"Might be it was Hagrid." Harry told him. "He was a wizard but he didn't finish his school. The problem is that although he is helpful, his magic doesn't always work. "

Daniel stopped himself from denying magic as Merlin, or Morros, was real.

"Whatever. Without proper coordinates I could not go far, but get out of here would not be a problem. Let's go."

As Harry leaned in closer, Daniel wrapped the boy with his ascended power then flew upward in the air weightlessly. The cupboard was overflowed with a flash of glorious light. When the darkness returned, Daniel and Harry both vanished without a trail.

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Number 4 Privet Drive - August 1 1991, 00:05am

The chimneyof No. 4 Privet Drive started to spew out gray smoke. If other residents in the area were still awake, they might question Mr. Dursley why he use the fireplace in a mid-summer night. Vernon Dursley knew it was not normal but he had to do it. He refused to keep those freaky stuffs in his house.

After throwing in Harry's school stuff, Vernon tried to squeeze the dead owl into the fierce flames. The damn owl not only was too noisy to be normal, it was also too fat for a normal fireplace! He thrown the strangled owl back to the floor, decided it belongs to a rubbish tin.

With a loud BANG, the front door was thrust open. Dumbledore burst in with a flaming phoenix on his shoulder, his robe billowing behind him. He caught Vernon by the arm with a strong grip, snarled at him.

"Where is he? You fool!"

"I..I..don, don't know what you mean, old man." Vernon stuttered.

"Don't you dare play with to me, Vernon Dursley!" Dumbledore spat his name out as if it was a curse. "I know everything happened in this house and Merlin bless me, if Harry Potter died, so will you! Now tell me where he is!"

"In… in his bedroom upstairs." Vernon Dursley cringed.

Without another word, Dumbledore ran up the stairs. He was only up to the stair head when a blinding flash of light explored from the bedroom at the far end. Magic radiated all over the place, and he sensed a touch of purity underneath young Harry's magic signature.

Accident magic was not uncommon among children though rarely in such powerful scale. As soon as Dumbledore recovered from his shock, he ran into the half-opened bedroom.

The curtains were drawn open, and he could see quite clear in the moonlight. The boy who lived lay on the floor, covered in blood and unconscious. Dumbeldore settled the boy on the bed with a levitation charm, then started to cast spells after spells to check on his condition. He expected the worst but the medical spells told a different story. Broken ribs mended, bruises faded, swelling reduced, blood replenished. Had the medical spell not traced back to last few hours, he could never tell the boy had been so seriously injured.

All in all, without a mediwizard there was not much left to do. Dumbledore thought about calling in Madam Pomfrey, but dismissed it right away. He did not need any unwanted questions from people close by after all.

"Fawkes, please give him a drop of your healing tears. We have to make sure he is alright."

His pet phoenix still stood on the old man's shoulder, but it complied with a dip of its head. Dumbledore sat on a bedside and held the boy's jaw open. One tear dropped from its blinking eye into the open mouth.

"Perfect. It will handle everything." Dumbledore murmured with a satisfied nod. He cleaned up the bedroom with several Reparo and Scourgify. Then he turned his wand toward Harry's chest. "Enervate!" Different from his previous spells, this particular spell was spoken loud and clear.

Harry Potter woke up with a gasp, eyes widened at the sight of his surrounding, looked utterly disoriented and bewildered.

"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked softly.

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