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AN: Sorry about the delay; I meant to upload this with the last mass update I did, but I had to go on holiday and forgot about it. Anyway, hope you enjoy it
AN 2: Just to confirm, for those who've already read Deathly Hallows, none of the book's revelations about Snape, Harry, Voldemort and the Hallows apply to this story; those who've read the book will know what I mean, and those who haven't, it doesn't matter
Truth and Revelations
An hour or so later, the two groups- both SG-1 and the group that the twins had unofficially designated 'SG-Magic'- were standing in front of the Stargate, each of them checking over their equipment as they prepared for their current mission.
After some consideration, it had been decided that the wizards, like Daniel, would take a Beretta pistol along with their wands to help them on the current mission; although it had been confirmed that magic was successful in deflecting any Goa'uld weapons that were used against any spells, it was considered to be for the best if they had an alternative weapon to use in the fight. With the obvious exception of Hagrid- there was no way they could have ever found a BDU in his size on such short notice- all the new arrivals were dressed in black stealth/combat BDUs, their wands in specially-designed holsters at their sides.
"So, all in all, the Shield Charm works just as well against Goa'uld weaponry as it does against conventional spells?" Daniel said, looking inquiringly at Sam as they waited for the Stargate to finish dialling; they could just waited outside the room until the wormhole had been established, but Daniel had insisted that his old friends be allowed to see the Stargate in action (After the rules about travelling through the Stargate had been explained and accepted to the twins and Hagrid, and Sam and Teal'c had finished the alien weapons VS magic wands tests, the two groups had spent a bit more time sharing stories about their various lives, and the wizards were thus eager to see the Stargate they'd heard so much about and confirm that it was as impressive as their new friends said it was).
"We tested it as well as we could without actually risking hitting the 'target' if it didn't work," Sam replied as she looked back at Daniel. "The Charm didn't actually reflect the blast like it apparently does for… spells… but we can stop the staff blasts with it."
"Yeah… it's too bad that the 'zat gun' thing can only be stopped for the first couple of shots," Hermione put in, as she turned to take a better look at the Stargate in front of her, currently only just in the early stages of dialling; only two of the seven chevrons were currently illuminated.
"Wow…" Hermione mused, as the third chevron was activated, causing Tonks to briefly jump at the unexpected clunk. "Impressive."
"Eh, it's one of the early models," Mitchell said, shrugging dismissively as he and the rest of SG-1 took up position in front of the wizards; given their experience with what was on the other side, it had been decided that they would take the lead at the moment, while the wizards took charge once they'd had an opportunity to get a good look at their surroundings. "We think this Stargate's one of the first that were ever built; if nothing else, the one from Antarctica was believed to be the oldest one ever."
"Sorry; there's a Stargate in Antarctica?" Hermione said, looking in confusion at Daniel. "What's it doing there?"
"Well, originally it was the back-up Stargate- you know, it would 'receive' anyone dialling in if there was a problem with our 'main' Stargate- but then we lost this one and had to use it as our main Stargate for a couple of years," Daniel explained, as the fifth chevron engaged and lit up. "Then one of our foes- a Goa'uld known as Anubis; a highly dangerous example of the species for reasons I don't have the time to go into right now- found some Ancient weapon that allowed him to 'overload' the Stargate, and we returned to our original gate after Teal'c and his mentor destroyed the weapon and we managed to get the current Stargate off-planet before it could explode and destroy the base."
"Ah," Hermione said simply, before another thought occurred to her and she once again looked inquiringly at Daniel. "You say you've seen more 'modern' examples of Stargates- as in, ones that are more advanced than this one? What's the difference between them? How-"
Before Hermione could finish what she was saying, the Stargate activated and the familiar 'exploding water' burst out of the event horizon, before collapsing back into itself to leave the shimmering 'pool' of water that always signified the successful formation of a wormhole.
"Wow…" Hermione whispered, her earlier question halted as she stared at the sight in front of her. "That… that's just… wow."
"I know," Daniel said, smiling at his old friend. "I was pretty impressed when I first saw it myself; it doesn't actually feel like water, but… well, it's kind of hard to describe, really."
Then he chuckled slightly, as though at some wistful memory. "All I can tell you is that it's a lot smoother than using a portkey…"
"Appa-wha?" Mitchell asked in confusion.
"Magical means of transportation to get from place to place," Fred explained casually. "Harry here could never get the hang of it; he kept on hitting the ground as soon as he'd arrived at his destination."
"Really?" Sam said, looking curiously over at Fred before she shook her head and turned back to look at the Stargate. "Anyway, let's get moving; we'll talk more about that later?"
Oh boy… Daniel swallowed slightly, as he and his friends walked towards the Stargate before them.
When this mission was over, he was definitely not looking forward to telling Sam and the rest of SG-1 about some of his more… embarrassing… moments in the wizarding world; he'd rather that the time he'd stolen a flying car to get to school remained something only his friends from that time knew about.
The team stepped through the event horizon of the Stargate…
A moment later, all nine of them were standing in the temple that SG-1 had first entered only a couple of days ago, the wizards staring around themselves in shock at their first sight of a new world…
Then, as Daniel had expected, Fred and/or George- he couldn't identify which one right now; twenty years away from them had made him lose the 'knack' of telling the two apart- broke the solemn mood.
"Bit of a dump, isn't it?" one of the two said, slightly dejectedly, as he looked around at the temple they were currently standing in. "I mean, we're in space, but it looks just like some temple back home."
"Fred," Hermione sighed as she looked over at the twin in question, "if you'd paid any attention to what Harry was telling us earlier, you'd know that most of these planets were populated by slaves that these 'Gould' things took from Earth centuries ago; it's only to be expected that there are at least some similarities between the buildings here and the buildings back home. For once in your life, can you focus when you're being told something important?"
"Now, Hermione-" Fred protested as he looked at the Minister of Magic.
"We are both-" George continued.
"Shocked and appalled-"
"At that allegation!"
"We did pay attention-"
"When we were-"
"Being told-"
"Something important!"
"It was just that-"
"We never heard-"
"Anything important-"
"When in class!"
Even about to face a fight for his life against people he'd assumed to be dead or imprisoned over the course of the last two decades, Daniel couldn't stop himself from smiling slightly at the twins' words; even after almost twenty years, they were still as jocular as ever.
"Uh… were they always like that?" Mitchell asked, looking uncertainly over at Daniel.
The archaeologist just shrugged, a small smile still on his face as he looked at his old friends.
"Well, they were always the school pranksters, and it never really disappointed anybody back then," he said casually. "Hell, I even recall one time when they started a 'prank campaign' against this new headmaster we'd acquired who, quite frankly, was absolutely useless as a teacher; the only reason she even got the job was that the current head of the wizarding government thought that an army was being created at Hogwarts and wanted to ensure we couldn't actually use any defensive magic in a fight."
"Why would a government official believe that an army was being created at your school, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c inquired.
"Long story involving people who just didn't want to admit that they were facing something big; think Kinsey's attitude towards us when we first met- convinced that we didn't need to keep going through the Stargate to tackle the Goa'uld-, change it so that he doesn't think there is a threat of any kind in the first place, and you're pretty much there," Daniel replied, before he turned back to look at the door before him and his eyes narrowed grimly. "Anyway, I'll tell you more about that later; right now, we have some 'business' to attend to."
"Indeed," Teal'c said, nodding in agreement as he looked over at the wizards. "Very well then; since your Shield Charms are the most effective means we have to prevent any weapons fire from our enemies from injuring us, you shall take the lead out of the temple, but we will lead the search once any initial resistance has been dealt with."
"Sounds-" Hermione began, before Daniel reached over to clap a hand over her mouth.
"Quiet!" he hissed desperately at his old friend. "There's somebody outside this place!"
"Damn!" Sam whispered, as she, Mitchell and Teal'c raised their weapons, prompting the wizards to uncertainly draw their wands. "We should have known they'd station guards at the Stargate; the only reason we got in so easily last time was that nobody was expecting us!"
"Ah, crap…" Mitchell mused, as he glanced at the entrance to the temple; now that the nine new arrivals were listening, it was possible to hear the faint sound of people walking around outside the temple, evidently getting into position for an ambush of whoever came out. "We're in trouble…"
"Not quite," Daniel said, smiling slightly as he indicated Hagrid. "We do have one or two little advantages…"
"Ah," Hermione said, smiling over at her old friend before she looked at Hagrid. "Think you'll be up to it, Hagrid?"
Hagrid smiled.
"I'll give it a shot," he said casually.
"Uh… did I miss something here?" Mitchell said, looking in confusion over at Hermione.
"Hagrid's part-giant," Hermione explained. "It gives him an increased natural resistance to any spells that might be used against him; if there's anybody out there, he's the best bet for taking any spells without suffering from any long-term effects."
"Ah- hold on, part-giant?" Mitchell said, looking incredulously at Hagrid. "As in, 'Jack-and-the-Beanstalk', 'Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman' giants are real?"
"Well, they're only about twenty feet normally- portrayals in 'Jack and the Beanstalk' adaptations are typically exaggerated in terms of size- and I assure you that you've got nothing to worry about," Hermione explained, flashing a brief, apologetic look at Hagrid before her expression became more serious. "Anyway, this isn't the time for stuff like that; we can deal with the current issue first, then discuss giants."
"Right-o," Hagrid said, nodding grimly as he clenched his fists and began to walk towards the door. As he reached the entrance, just before he stepped outside, he paused, cocked his head to one side- clearly listening out for something- and then, in what was probably the most rapid motion Daniel had ever seen Hagrid make, the gamekeeper stepped out of the temple, grabbed two guards by the neck in each hand, and rammed their heads together, sending them collapsing to the ground before he turned to grab another two and hurl them off into the distance.
By the time SG-1 and their new/old friends (New for Sam, Mitchell and Teal'c; old for Daniel) had reached the temple entrance, Hagrid had single-handedly taken care of all six of the wizards- the lack of a tattoo made it clear that they weren't Jaffa- that had been acting as guards for the Stargate, and was looking inquiringly at Daniel.
"Thought yeh said these 'Goa'uld' suckers had people like Teal'c 'ere- no offence meant, by th' way; don't mean ter imply yer not bein' human's a big deal- ter act as soldiers?" Hagrid asked, looking inquiringly at Daniel after a brief apologetic glance at Teal'c, to which the Jaffa nodded reassuringly. "How come there's only wizards here?"
"Probably an example of Voldemort's arrogance," Daniel suggested. "He was always so confident in the superiority of magic over other methods of fighting; he probably convinced Hestia that she'd have a better chance of success if she put wizards on guard instead of just Jaffa."
"I see…" Sam said, nodding thoughtfully as she studied the wizards's unconscious forms- still dressed in their Death Eater masks and robes- before looked back at Daniel. "You mentioned that he's arrogant in his belief about his own superiority because of his faith in magic; does that mean he's prone to underestimating his opponents?"
Daniel shrugged.
"Mostly he tended to think that he was so powerful that he'd win a fight with an opponent no matter who they were, but it was only ever if the opponent were actually facing him head-on for the first time; once he'd fought you once, it was harder to take him out the second time around," he explained. "I mean, the first time he and I ever actually fought directly, with both of us armed rather than when he first tried to kill me or that incident with the Philosopher's Stone in my first year, he didn't really take me that seriously as an opponent, but when we faced off for the last time, the only reason he didn't kill me straight away was the fact that I was faster and he wanted my death to be public, rather than happening right there where nobody else could see that he'd won."
Then he smirked slightly as a thought occurred to him. "Of course, the fact that I tackled him using muggle methods of fighting rather than magical ones also contributed to my later success…"
"Ah," Mitchell said simply, before he glanced over at the wizards. "OK, you guys take point and get ready to throw up one of those Shield Charms if the need arises. The rest of us will stick behind you and direct you to Hestia's temple; if Voldemort and her aren't there, we might at least pick up a hint of where they've gone."
"Gotcha," Hermione said, as she turned to nod at Fred, George, Tonks and Lupin. "You heard Colonel Mitchell; take up position in front of SG-1 and Hagrid and keep an eye out for any Death Eaters or those 'Jaffa' guys Harry told us about. If you see anything, activate your Shield Charms first then worry about counter-attacking- Hagrid, you focus on the magic-users; there's no point in you risking getting wounded by a staff blast when you're perfectly capable of tackling our magic-based opponents- and try to not worry about settling any personal vendettas you may have with anybody here, OK?"
As the wizards nodded and moved into position in front of the group, Hermione turned to look at Daniel and shrugged nonchalantly at his surprised expression.
"There were a lot of Death Eaters left active after the last battle between you and Voldemort," she explained, by way of explanation. "I insisted on helping in any 'raid' I could- as the last member of our little Trio, I didn't want to risk getting rusty in a fight- and… well, I picked up a few things; you know how it is."
"Ah," Daniel said, before he shrugged and indicated the door before them. "Well, let's get moving; we've got a temple to get to."
Nodding in agreement, the two groups moved into their new positions- Hagrid at the back of the group and the other wizards spread out around the members of SG-1, wands raised and clenched in their hands as they looked at their surroundings.
"OK then," Mitchell said, taking charge once again- Hermione may be the magical expert, but he and the rest of SG-1 knew the terrain here better- as he looked at the team, "our priority here is simple; find the temple where Hestia and Voldemort were last time, find some clue as to where they went if they're not there, and subsequently see if any of the wizards here can answer any of the more major questions that need to be answered about this whole mess…"
"Oh, you mean like why Voldemort's come back in the first place?" Tonks asked inquiringly.
"Pretty much, yeah," Mitchell said, nodding in confirmation before he turned back to look at the entrance before them. "OK; let's go."
"We're heading for the temple with a statue of a human being standing in the middle of a blazing fire," Daniel added as both his old and new friends left the temple; the surrounding area appeared relatively empty, but he wasn't going to count on that remaining the same for long. "That's the one where Voldemort and Hestia were when we last visited here; if they're anywhere, they'll be there."
"Check," Hermione said, before silence settled over the group as the ten of them began to walk towards their destination, wands raised and ready for action.
It didn't take long for them to spot the temple they were looking for once they were outside, nor did it take long to see that it seemed to be relatively undefended; as with the temple containing the Stargate, there were a couple of guards at the door- apparently a mixture of Jaffa and wizards this time around- but that was about it.
Of course, Daniel mused to himself as he looked at the apparently peaceful landscape, it seemed quiet enough last time we were here…
"Right then," he said, as he glanced over at Mitchell and Hermione, "if things get ugly here, the two of you follow me to the temple while the rest of us hold the line here; Sam and Teal'c are the most used to dealing with this kind of situation, but I'd rather not go up against Voldemort on my own-"
"Why should you even have to?" Sam protested, looking over at her old friend in shock. "Daniel, you already defeated him once; surely it's time for you to-"
"I have to finish it, Sam," Daniel stated simply as he looked over at the woman he'd fallen in love at practically the moment he met her, trying not to think too much about his feelings for her at this moment when his past was more prominent in his thoughts than it had ever been before…
"I failed once to pull off this particular victory," he said simply. "I'm not going to fail again, when I've got so much more to lose."
Just as Sam opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, a staff blast struck the ground mere inches from where she was currently standing, drawing her attention away from the current conversation and onto the matter at hand; specifically, survival.
"Protego!" Lupin and Tonks yelled, raising the Shield Charms around themselves and their allies moments before another staff blast could strike any of them. Glancing around at their surroundings, the members of SG-1 were quick to realise that they were once again trapped in almost the exact same ambush that had resulted in their temporary capture last time they were here; there were slightly less opponents and they seemed to be somewhat better coordinated, as though they'd been practicing since their last meeting, but that aside it was pretty much the same as their last fight with SG-1.
Except, of course, Daniel mused to himself, as he drew his own wand and nodded to Mitchell and Hermione to wait for his signal to move, this time, we're prepared for this kind of attack…
"Move!" he yelled, pointing ahead of himself as the rest of SG-1 began to attack, Sam and Teal'c raising their P-90s to begin firing at their foes as Lupin, Tonks and the twins launched their own spells. Hagrid, lacking the magical combat experience of the others, simply charged towards one of the heavier concentration of wizards, colliding into them like a massive bowling ball and clearing a temporary gap in the Death Eater and Jaffa line of defences.
"That's our cue!" Daniel yelled, as he indicated the gap that Hagrid had just created, as he looked over at Hermione and Mitchell. "Go!"
With that, the three of them broke away from the main group and dashed towards the temple, Daniel and Hermione remaining on either side of Mitchell to deflect any spells with Shield Charms. Hermione was slightly slower than the other two- her general lack of combat experience in the past few years was most likely the reason for that- but, even with that slight 'handicap', it only took them a few minutes to get through the surrounding attackers and reach the temple of Hestia.
Or, at least, what had been Hestia's temple; a quick glance inside the building in question was all that Daniel needed to determine that the temple had been abandoned since he'd last been inside it. The torches still had traces of ash in them, and the throne's cushions still looked as though they'd recently had someone sitting in them, suggesting that Voldemort and Hestia had only recently left the building, but the fact remained that they were gone.
"Damn…" Mitchell groaned, glancing around at their surroundings before he looked back at Daniel and Hermione. "Don't suppose you've got some spell that could tell us where they went?"
"Oh, no need to worry about that issue, my foolish little mudblood," a voice said from off to one side. "You won't be alive long enough to worry about finding the Dark Lord."
Hermione's eyes widened incredulously.
"Malfoy?" she said, as she spun around to look incredulously at the platinum-haired wizard standing behind them. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"What the- Granger?" Malfoy said, looking back at the newest Minister of Magic with wide eyes. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"What else?" Hermione asked, raising a critical eye "Cleaning up the trash from Voldemort's old-"
"You DARE to say the Dark Lord's name?" Malfoy roared, as he pulled out his own wand and pointed it at Hermione. "I shall kill you for this-"
"Stupefy!" Daniel yelled, pulling out his wand and aiming it at Malfoy, the spell only just missing its target as Malfoy dived off to one side.
"Impedimentia!" the former Slytherin yelled, raising his own wand to point it at his opponents. All three of the dark wizard's opponents managed to dive out of the spell's way before the spell struck home, but it at least showed Daniel that he was wanted alive at the moment.
Evidently, even after almost twenty years, Voldemort still wanted to be the one to kill him when the time came…
"Serpensortia!" Malfoy yelled once again, staring at the three people before him with a small smirk as a large snake appeared in front of him, hissing at the other three people in the room.
"OK then…" Daniel said, taking a deep breath, hoping that his parseltongue abilities were still up to the task; he'd been consciously suppressing that talent for almost as long as he'd left the magical world. "let's-"
Before he could say anything else, Mitchell had already raised his gun and fired at the snake, causing its head to explode in a brief hail of bullets.
"I hate snakes," Mitchell stated grimly as he looked back up at Malfoy, a small grin on his face. "Care to make something of it?"
"Diffindo!" Daniel yelled, raising his own wand to launch a spell at Malfoy before his old nemesis could react to the sudden death of his snake; given Daniel's current lack of practice in using magic, a sneak attack using his wand seemed like the best way to get in some practice.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione added, launching her own spell at their opponent. Malfoy managed to dodge the Body-Bind curse, but he wasn't quite as lucky with the Cutting spell, and sustained a brief wound on his arm.
"You'll pay for that, Potter; Sectumsempra!" Malfoy roared, sweeping his wand downwards in a rapid swipe that sent Mitchell staggering backwards, a long, painful gash now present on his stomach.
"Mitchell!" Daniel yelled, spinning around to stare in horror at his new friend.
"Worry about somebody who actually deserves your concern, Potter!" Malfoy stated, grinning wickedly at his old nemesis. Before Daniel could reply, Malfoy had turned to face Hermione and waved his wand once again, launching a ray of purple fire at the Minister of Magic, sending her collapsing to the ground after a brief "Oh!" of surprise.
What the…? Daniel thought to himself, even as he dived backwards to avoid being struck with another spell himself; it may have been several years since he'd last seen magic performed, but he recognised that spell from the Battle of the Department of Mysteries all too well. But that thing's deadlier if it's spoken… why didn't he-?
Then the reason for that particular action occurred to him, and he chuckled slightly as he dived over to hide behind a nearby statue.
"Still don't have the guts to actually kill anybody, do you, Malfoy?" he said, smirking slightly as he pressed himself up against the statue as he pulled out his gun; it would only buy him a few seconds of protection at best, but that was better than nothing right now. "Honestly, it's been almost twenty years, and you still can't take a life when you've got the perfect opportunity to do so?"
"The… the Dark Lord demanded the pleasure of your deaths himself, Potter!" Malfoy roared; Daniel noted with a slight smirk that the man wasn't even thinking about coming towards him right now, evidently flustered by Daniel's continued defiance of him. "If that were not the case, I would derive great satisfaction from-"
"Oh, come on; am I really expected to believe that he not only cares about the rest of SG-1 that much, but that he actually knew I'd bring some of my old friends along to this little party?" Daniel retorted, as he raised his Beretta in one hand and his wand in another, tensing himself for his moment to attack. "Face facts, Malfoy; it may be almost twenty years since we were last face-to-face, but you're still just the same as ever. You talk and you talk about how great you are and how pathetic everybody else is, but when you're actually called upon to do something that won't leave the target back the way it was before you did whatever it was you did to it, you can't do it."
"Shut up!" Malfoy yelled, just as Daniel spun around the corner, his gun raised as he squeezed off three rapid shots in his enemy's direction. The first shot went somewhat wide, but the second and third struck home, one of them glancing off Malfoy's thigh while the other buried itself into the Slytherin's left arm.
"AARRGGHH!" Malfoy screamed, nearly dropping his wand as he moved to clutch his arm with his other hand; he only just managed to adjust his grasp so that the wand remained between his fingers as he looked up in shock at his enemy. "You… you shot me? Me? You dare to shoot-"
"Malfoy, I've stood up to people who thought they were gods; do you really think I'd worry much about shooting somebody whose sole reason for thinking they're so great is that they were born to a certain family?" Daniel retorted, shaking his head pityingly as he raised his gun and wand to point them at Malfoy, a small smile on his face at the fear in his adversary's eyes. "Now then, shall we do this the easy way- you walk away conscious and we give you medical treatment before asking you questions- or the hard way- you get dragged away and only get the absolutely necessary medical treatment needed to stop you from collapsing on us. Your call?"
"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy roared, pointing his wand at Daniel, rage clear all over his face; evidently, he wasn't taking the easy way. The spell knocked Daniel's Beretta out of his hand, but the former Boy-Who-Lived (Privately, Daniel wondered if he should now be called the Man-Who-Wouldn't-Die after all the times he'd come back to life) kept a tight grip on his wand, rolling off to the side and launching a silent Impediment Jinx at his opponent. Like Daniel, Malfoy managed to avoid it, but the spell nevertheless grazed his left leg, leaving it even more useless than before.
"ARGH!!" Malfoy roared, his left leg practically slipping from underneath him as he fell towards the ground, his bullet-wound bleeding profusely as he glared back at Daniel.
"Gotcha," Daniel smirked, as he slipped his wand back into its sleeve-holster- he'd picked up a new one during their time in England, concluding that if he was going to be fighting Voldemort again he might as well be prepared- and walked over to crouch down beside Malfoy's bleeding, battered body, smirking slightly at him.
"Now then," he said, as though he was talking to a disobedient child, "are you ready to give up the fight yet?
Before Daniel could finish the sentence, Malfoy had leapt back onto his feet, somehow stifling the scream that he must have wanted to emit after moving so rapidly, and had pulled out his wand once more.
"Crucio!" he yelled, aiming his wand directly at Daniel's head as he cast the Unforgivable Curse.
"GAARRRGGGHHH!" Daniel yelled, clutching at his head as he fell to his knees, his brain suddenly feeling like it was about to crawl out of his skull.
God…
He'd thought the hand device had been painful when Ra, Amaunet and Osiris had used it on him, but this?
After experiencing that particular curse at practically point-blank range, the hand device was a needle in the front of the brain while this was a bunch of needles all over the brain…
As Daniel collapsed to his knees, gasping in agony as he clutched at his aching head, he was barely aware of anything going on around him. He knew that his enemy was still standing despite his own injuries… he knew that Malfoy was coming towards him, wand raised to use another curse… he knew that his adversary would kill his friends-
Then, as that last thought crossed his mind, something snapped.
He'd already lost the first people he'd ever really had who could be considered his family as a result of this stupid conflict, started decades before he was born by a man who couldn't accept that he was a pathetic throwback to an age when ideas like his were accepted on a large-scale basis.
Daniel was not going to let anybody else he knew die at the hands of these maniacs.
"NEVER AGAIN!!!" he roared, leaping to his feet as he charged directly at his adversary, sending Malfoy crashing to the ground as he punched his old school rival right in the face.
"I've lost too many already!" he yelled, hauling Malfoy up by his robes just to punch him in the face once again.
"My parents…" he yelled, finding it hard to focus through the pain in his head as he launched another punch at his old enemy's face.
"Sirius…" he added, as another punch struck home.
"Ron…" he stated again, smirking slightly through the pain as he heard Malfoy whimper when another blow hit its target.
"Ginny…" he growled, the pain in his heart from that loss- made only worse by the memory of Sha're's death, the pain of both deaths having long ago combined in his mind to create a pain far greater than either one on its own- making his subsequent attack even harder than the previous ones.
"You are not going to take anyone else I love from me!" he yelled one last time, as he stepped back slightly to launch a powerful uppercut at his adversary.
For a moment, Malfoy's feet actually left the ground as he practically flew through the air, propelled by the sheer rage and frustration the archaeologist formerly known as Harry Potter had put into that last punch, and then he hit the ground, grunting briefly before he slumped in a heap, blood trickling from a corner of his mouth, a large bruise on the right side of his face, and a swollen left eye from Daniel's earlier punches.
As he briefly studied his handiwork, trying to fight the seemingly instinctive urge to just collapse from the pain in his head, Daniel smiled slightly as he took in his handiwork.
It may have been a long time since he'd actually needed to use his hand-to-hand combat abilities, but at least some things about the Death Eaters hadn't changed; they still almost actively disdained fighting with anything other than wands.
"Did it…" he gasped, as he stared grimly at Malfoy's unconscious body; after spending so long away from the wizarding world, it was good to see that he hadn't lost his touch in dealing with dark wizards. "One down… who knows how many to go…"
Than the agony in his brain increased, as though the effort needed to say those few words was too much for him to take, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes barely even registering that Sam, Teal'c, Lupin and Tonks were just now entering the temple before him.