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Truth and Revelations

As the four SG-1 members were dragged along by their captors towards a smaller temple a couple of hundred metres away- evidently a prison of some kind due to the lack of decotation- the Death Eaters who were forcing them along now joined by a mixture of Jaffa warriors, who briefly glared at Teal'c with an expression of contempt before continuing towards the temple. Whether their expression of contempt was because of the mark on his head that he had never removed- the sign of his former loyalty to Apophis- or just because they found him detestable for actually working with the rest of SG-1 was unclear; all that mattered was that they, like the Death Eaters, appeared equally hostile to all of SG-1.

No… Sam thought to herself, as she stared at their newest foes, not even bothering to spare a glare for the ones holding her as SG-1 was marched towards the smaller temple. They're not being equally hostile to us… the Death Eaters are being especially hostile to Daniel…

The only thing that didn't make any sense was why they were so angry at the archaeologist. Daniel had done nothing to them specifically yet, and, according to his story, he had only encountered them briefly in high school when he was seventeen, and he hadn't told them about anything that had taken place during that encounter to make the cult especially mad at him…

Unless there's something he hasn't told us, Sam thought to herself, looking back at Daniel with a renewed curiosity as she mulled over that possibility in her mind.

She had to admit, his behaviour during the fight had been uncharacteristically violent, to say nothing of being extremely vocal. Even when he'd been face-to-face with Apophis or Osiris, Daniel had always been able to maintain his composure, even though one of the aforementioned Goa'uld had taken his wife and the other was using the body of a woman he'd once dated.

But as soon as Daniel had seen that man standing at the top of the hill, he'd practically lost it, swearing and yelling at the new arrival in a manner that was so aggressive Sam almost wasn't sure it had even been Daniel speaking, and then charged up the hill with no apparent regard for his own personal safety, an expression on his face that looked as though he wanted to rip the man apart with his bare hands.

Sam had never seen Daniel that angry- and, after now-General Jack O'Neill, who'd met him on that first mission to Abydos, she'd known him longer than any of SG-1. Even when facing Apophis- the man who'd stolen his wife, the woman he'd loved so much that he'd been prepared to leave Earth forever just to be with her- Daniel had remained fairly calm, actually showing compassion for the host when the symbiote lost control during that brief period when Apophis had been in their custody.

For him to lose control like that, the man he'd attacked must have done something to Daniel… something that had hurt Daniel so badly that it got through all the walls he normally erected around his emotions in a matter of seconds…

It sounded like he'd killed someone who meant a great deal to Daniel, Sam mused to herself, as she and her friends were forced through the door of the temple that seemed to be what their captors would use to hold them. But why wouldn't he have told us about something like that, especially if he knew we were going up against them?

There's something more going on here, she realised, already hurt at the fact that Daniel had kept something from them- from her. But what…?

As SG-1 were shoved into a nearby room- with a simple door composed mainly of iron bars, Sam noted- Daniel, shaking his head slightly as though to clear it, turned to glare at one of the men who had been holding him as the door swung shut behind them.

"Enjoy yourselves while you can, you half-blood twit- and your pathetic mudblood friends of yours, of course," the figure in question said, grinning broadly under the hood of his cloak. "Once the Dark Lord decides what to do with you, that'll be the last you see of each other."

Upon hearing the man's voice, Daniel looked quizzically at him for a moment before realisation seemed to strike him and a small smile appeared on his face.

"Malfoy?" he said, walking slightly closer to the door, sounding like he was ready to burst out laughing, or at least chuckle a bit, as he stared at the man in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" the man- Malfoy, Sam took a mental note in her mind, his name is Malfoy and he and Daniel know each other from somewhere- said, sounding as though Daniel had just asked a question to which the answer was blatantly obvious, like the colour of the sky. "I simply decided to be on the winning side in this conflict once more, you idiot…"

"The 'winning side' in this case being the side that lost the last time?" Daniel retorted, sounding like he was almost teasing the other man; indeed, the conversation almost sounded like something Sam would expect to hear from two teenagers, as though a part of Daniel was regressing to when…

Sam's thoughts froze.

To when he knew this man… she thought to herself, as she quickly glanced at what she could see of the man's face under his hood. It was hard to be sure, given that the man seemed to have a long scar running down one side of his face and the upper half of his face was concealed beneath his hood, but he did look as though he was the same age as Daniel…

Is this the guy Daniel mentioned to us? Sam asked herself. The one who went to his school and was a member of this cult?

"That was then," 'Malfoy' stated simply, chuckling slightly as most of the men who'd brought them there began to walk out of the room. Apart from Malfoy, only two Death Eaters remained, standing guard outside the temple. She also noticed, much to her chagrin, that the Death Eaters and Jaffa had left SG-1's weapons on the opposite side of the temple from the door to their cell (An action that was meant to taunt them more than anything else, Sam was sure; they could never reach their weapons, but they were easily visible).

If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't see a way out of this herself, Sam would have said that the arrogance of these people beggared belief.

"This," Malfoy continued, still laughing slightly as he stared at Daniel, who was glaring back at him with an expression that was now merely cold hatred, initial amusement now gone, "is now."

There was a brief pause as the two men stared at each other, each of them visibly tense as though they wanted to hit the other. Sam was only able to stare in confusion at the sight before her along with Mitchell and Teal'c, both of them just as confused as her, until Malfoy turned away and began to walk towards the door, apparently having decided to end the 'staring contest' (If it could be called that when his eyes weren't visible).

"Oh, Malfoy?" Daniel called after him, in a mockingly polite tone.

The man turned back to look at him, and Daniel stared at him.

"When we next meet, I'm going to hurt you," he said simply, his face as blank as though he was ordering his next meal. "I just thought you should know that."

Malfoy just laughed once- a harsh laugh that reminded Sam of some of the System Lords they'd encountered in the past- and then he walked out of the small temple, leaving only the two Death Eater guards at the door.

As soon as she was sure Malfoy was out of hearing range- she didn't want to give their foes any further information about them- Sam turned to look harshly at Daniel.

"What's going on here?" she said bluntly.

"I would appreciate being given that information as well," Teal'c said, as he turned to look at Daniel, his eyes focused on his friend.

"Something you'd care to share with us, Jackson?" Mitchell added, looking critically at the Egyptologist as though trying to decide what to do with him.

For a moment, as he looked back at them, Sam thought that Daniel was going to come up with some kind of cover story that wouldn't be the truth, but then he sighed and nodded.

"You're right," he said, sounding slightly awkward as he looked at them all. "I admit that I haven't told you everything I know about these people…"

"That is an understatement!" Sam said walking over to stand in front of Daniel. She knew that she was going to be over-the top, but she'd known Daniel for almost nine years now- and personally interacted with him regularly for eight, if you took into account the year he spent Ascended and the time she spent at Area 51 before she'd been called back due to the Ori crisis- and he'd never mentioned anything about a demented cult that had been responsible for the death of someone close to him, to say nothing about him having…

No, Sam thought to herself.

She didn't want to think about what Daniel had said when they'd confronted the Goa'uld in that throne room, wanted to believe that she hadn't heard him correctly, didn't want to think that her friend could have… done that… at the age he must have been when he confronted this cult for the first time…

"You know these guys way too well for your previous encounter with them to have been as brief you claimed it was when we set out!" she said, staring angrily at Daniel, trying to keep her mind on track. "They treat you as though you completely ruined things for them the last time they tried something, you totally lost it just after seeing that guy with the silver hand, and as for when we saw that Goa'uld beside Hestia-"

"I was shocked to see him there because I killed the host- if that's all he is; what he said suggests to me that there's more going on than I would have guessed at first- when I was seventeen years old," Daniel explained, as he turned away to stare at the door once more, flexing the fingers of his left hand slightly as though trying to decide something.

Sam's eyes widened in horror.

No… she thought to herself, as Daniel stared out of the cell door at their weapons, apparently lost in thought. He couldn't have done that… Daniel isn't capable of that…

Before her train of thought could go any further, Daniel sighed and turned to look at them, an almost apprehensive expression on his face, mixed in with a certain resignation. Sam shook off her initial train of thought; Daniel evidently had something important to say.

"Look, what I'm about to do is going to seem confusing, and concerns something I hoped I'd never have to do or deal with ever again," he explained, as he looked around at his three teammates (Sam vaguely noted that Mitchell and Teal'c seemed just as shocked as she was at Daniel's last statement, but she couldn't fully process it right now). "All I ask is that you wait until we're home to ask me for a more detailed explanation, and I promise I'll give you one…"

He swallowed slightly as he turned to look directly at Sam, as though wanting to make sure that she, at least, understood what he was about to say. "And know that, no matter what I haven't told you about my past, I'm still your friend."

Before Sam could say anything, Daniel had pulled his left sleeve down slightly with his left hand, there was a brief movement underneath the sleeve, and then his hand emerged, holding a long, thin stick with an ornately-carved handle of some kind.

"Alohamora!" Daniel said, pointing the stick at the door of the cell…

And, to Sam's surprise, the door swung open. Before she could say anything, Daniel had dived out of the door, turning to face the main entrance to their current prison, and, raising the stick once more, yelled out "Stupefy!" twice, each time accompanied by a vague thump that seemed to be someone falling to the ground.

"What the…?" Mitchell said, staring incredulously at the door as Daniel grabbed their weapons where they lay on the ground and tossed them back to their respective owners, pausing only to put his Beretta back into his pocket before he picked up the last ammunition belt and tossed it to Teal'c.

"As I said, explanations later; right now, we have to move," he said, looking at his teammates as he indicated the temple exit. "Come on; Voldemort could notice what's going on any minute!"

For the first time in her recollection, Sam found herself obeying a combat-situation order from Daniel. True, she'd taken a few orders from him on those occasions when SG-1 had arrived on a planet where archaeology had been the main purpose rather than their usual missions against the Goa'uld, but this was the first Daniel had ever taken control when SG-1 were dealing with an active threat…

Then she heard voices yelling at them from the direction of the main temple, and her mind instinctively shifted into 'survival mode'; right now, her priority was simply to shoot first and ask questions later.

As Daniel and Mitchell kept on running (Their teammates were between them and the temple, so they couldn't fire themselves), she and Teal'c raised their guns and fired randomly at the figures on the hill above them. Sam smiled slightly as she saw a couple of the figures (Apparently Death Eaters based on the robes) fall back as the bullets struck them in the chest, although a few of their attackers just seemed to have sustained leg or arm injuries, since they ended up clutching those limbs as they fell.

Perfect, Sam thought to herself.

She may have preferred it if these people were actually dead- at least they would have less opponents to worry about when they came back through the Stargate, as it was becoming clear they'd need to do- but at least they would no longer be actively shooting at them.

Or whatever it is they do, a part of Sam thought. She still couldn't forget what Daniel had done to get them out of their cell; she had no idea what he'd done there, but, if it was anything like what these people seemed to be capable of- and the fact that both Daniel and them had needed to say something at first suggested there was at least some connection- it wasn't any kind of weapon they'd encountered in the past. Even the most advanced technology needed some kind of physical (Or possibly mental, in the case of some Asgard technology) stimulation to activate; she'd never encountered anything that was triggered verbally…

"Turn right!" Daniel yelled back at her, as he and Mitchell sharply turned and began to run down the hill, heading straight towards the temple where the Stargate was located. Instantly, Sam and Teal'c had turned to follow their friends, Sam slinging her gun back over her shoulder even as Mitchell pulled out his own weapon; he and Teal'c were at the back now, so it made more sense for them to continue with the task of holding their opponents back.

"Impedimentia!" a voice suddenly called out from off to the side. Sam spun around sharply, raising her gun to defend herself, but stopped when she saw that it was Daniel who had… fired… rather than one of the Death Eaters; she noticed a Jaffa off to one side suddenly freeze as the burst of energy struck him in the chest. If they'd had the time, she might have asked what he'd just done there, but she forced herself to stay on track; their only priority now was getting to the Stargate and back to the SGC…

Then, much to her relief, she saw the temple that contained the Stargate, mercifully unguarded; evidently, Hestia and that 'Voldemort'- whoever he was- hadn't thought it worth posting a guard on the 'gate just yet. As the four of them dived through the door of the temple, Sam, Mitchell and Teal'c instantly took up a position around the DHD as Daniel pressed the buttons that would send them home, all three of them prepared to fire if any of their foes so much as stood outside the temple door…

"Got it!" Daniel yelled, as Sam heard the typical explosion of 'water' erupt from the Stargate behind them, accompanied by the familiar blue glow. Instantly SG-1 had turned around, dived through the 'gate…

And then, much to Sam's relief, they were standing in the SGC, looking at a gathering of soldiers who, until recently, had been aiming their guns at the 'gate.

"Close the iris!" Daniel yelled up at the technician, who simply nodded and tapped a few buttons on the control panel before him. As Sam glanced behind her, she smiled in relief as the twenty overlapping metal blades closed over the Stargate, preventing any of the Death Eaters or Jaffa on the planet from following them back to the SGC.

As she turned back, however, Sam noticed General Landry standing in front of the Stargate, looking critically at the four SG-1 members.

"Ah… hello, general," Mitchell said, nodding in greeting at his commanding officer. "I guess you want to know what happened?"

"That would be a good place to start, Colonel Mitchell," Landry replied, his voice as dry as the sands of Abydos had once been.

"Well, actually, I'm the one you need to ask, sir," Daniel said, stepping forward slightly to look at Landry.

"You, Doctor Jackson?" Landry said, raising a sceptical eyebrow as he looked at the archaeologist. "Forgive me, but if there is a combat situation, surely Colonel Mitchell would be best suited to-"

"Oh, trust me, sir; Jackson here's got a whole lot to tell us about these guys," Mitchell put in, looking at Daniel with an expression that somehow managed to be a reassuring and harsh grin simultaneously.

"However," Sam put in, briefly glaring at Mitchell before turning to face Landry, "I think it would be best if, for the moment, Daniel only told the four of us what happened; something tells me this is going to be a very… interesting… story, to say the least."

"I see…" Landry said, before turning to look at Daniel. "Is that acceptable to you, Doctor Jackson?"

"Oh… yeah… it's fine," Daniel replied as he looked at Landry, a slightly apprehensive expression on his face as though he was already afraid of how everyone would react. A part of Sam couldn't help but feel he deserved it- after all, he had omitted vital information in a potential combat situation- but the rest of her couldn't help but hope that he would just understand that they all cared for him, that she loved him so much that there was nothing he could do that-

Love?

Sam's mind nearly froze as she realised what she'd just thought.

Love? She loved Daniel…

As a friend, she reminded herself, scolding herself for her stupidity as SG-1 followed Landry to the main conference room. You love Daniel as a friend… that's all there is to it.

Shaking that thought off- it was pointless, anyway- Sam turned her attention back to the matter of what Daniel was about to tell them.

She just hoped that, whatever he was about to reveal, it explained exactly why he'd done what he... claimed to have done; she couldn't believe Daniel was capable of something like that... to that Goa'uld host…

A few minutes later, as he stood in the conference room, looking at the four faces staring expectantly back at him- his friends, his commanding officer, and the woman he… cared for- Daniel couldn't help but wish that he was anywhere other than here.

If nothing else, at least away from here he wouldn't have to worry about the people he'd come to regard as a new family rejecting him just because he'd never told them the truth about his past.

OK, so he hadn't exactly lied- baring that incident with Nick and the crystal skull, he liked to think that he'd told the truth every other time one of his friends had asked him about his past- but would they see it that way?

He had no choice, though.

If… he… was back, then his friends deserved to know the truth about his past before they got into a rematch with him.

Staring at the faces sitting before him once more, Daniel swallowed anxiously, and began to speak.

"The first thing you need to understand, if you're going to accept what I'm about to tell you, is that magic- wizards, witches and all- is real, and the Death Eaters can use it," he began.

For a moment he paused, thinking that someone- most likely Sam- was going to voice some kind of protest, but she didn't. Evidently she, Mitchell and Teal'c had seen enough during the fight to accept that there was more going on here then even they could fully understand, and as for Landry… well, he was most likely going to let Daniel say his piece before voicing any doubts he may have.

"And the second thing is that I wasn't born with the name 'Daniel Jackson'," Daniel continued. A part of him couldn't help but feel a touch of pain at the expression on Sam's face, as she looked at him with an expression that suggested she suddenly wasn't sure about him…

Taking a deep breath, Daniel said the five words he'd prayed he would never have to say to his friends, the five words that, he knew, would change everything forever.

"My name is Harry Potter."