Disclaimer: 'Stargate' and 'Harry Potter' both belong to their respective creators, so I don't own them; I'm just borrowing th

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AN: Those of you who've not read Deathly Hallows yet may wish to avoid reading this note as it contains spoilers for the end of the book. For those who've read it and are thus aware that Harry himself was a horcrux- albeit an unintentionally-created one-, I would like to take this opportunity to clarify a few points regarding the nature of Harry/Daniel's link to Voldemort in this story. For one thing, Harry was never aware he was a horcrux in this timeline, but by the time of his death. Voldemort was so badly weakened by the loss of the others that he was unable to maintain even the basic form he possessed after his last defeat following his death, particularly since the Harry-horcrux was unintentionally created and hence was not as complete as other horcruxes. I'm theorising that, given all the times Daniel's died since joining SG-1, the horcrux fragment within him has been destroyed- particularly since he's Ascended since then; if anything of Voldemort had hung on that long, the purity of Ascension would have 'burned' it out of Daniel-, but given how long it remained in Daniel, some small fragments remain inside him on some level. It's not enough to keep Voldemort alive any more- the fragments are so small it would be like trying to stop yourself being swept over Niagara Falls with a single fishing-line; they're just too weak to do the job-, but it is enough to allow Daniel to access Voldemort's mind if he tries hard enough. As a result, Daniel is totally ignorant of his horcrux status, but it doesn't matter because he's no longer a powerful enough horcrux for Voldemort to survive

Truth and Revelations

"WHAT?!" Hermione yelled, sitting sharply up in bed before she sat back down again, clutching at her side; she'd almost forgotten about her current poor health. "You're going to try and go into his mind willingly? Are you insane?"

"Sorry; you can access his mind?" Mitchell interjected, looking in confusion at his friend. "What are you talking about?"

"It's part of that old 'link' that Voldemort and I used to have that I told you about," Daniel clarified as he glanced over at his current commanding officer on SG-1. "Essentially, when Voldemort originally tried to kill me, his backfired curse somehow managed to put a piece of himself into me when his body was destroyed, granting me access to a certain degree of his magic and powers, such as his ability to talk to snakes; Professor Dumbledore speculated that it might have also influenced my personality, but I was never entirely sure about that theory."

"And this has what to do with you accessing his mind?" Sam asked, looking inquiringly at her friend.

"Well, after he got his body back- actually, it started the year before he got his body back, but he was using a rather basic form at that point so it's possible my link's mainly based on him having a physical form to provide me with something to 'tap into'- I started to have dreams- more like visions, in some ways; it was like I was either piggy-backing on his mind while he did things or I was watching him from off to the side- of what he was doing at the present moment. On one occasion Voldemort even managed to send me a false vision- he actually caused the death of someone... close to me... with that one-, but since that point we generally tried to block each other out. I could sometimes use it to get a general feel for his location when Ron, Hermione and I were searching for his horcruxes- know if he was coming close to us, things like that-, but that was about it up until I killed him."

"Uh... if you could find where he was, wouldn't he have tried to go and do the same thing to you?" Mitchell asked, looking inquiringly at Daniel. "I mean, if you could sense him..."

"He was practically incapable of even spending a few seconds accessing Harry's mind back then; he tried it once and it apparently caused him to be in total agony, from what Harry told us," Hermione clarified, looking over at Mitchell as she spoke. "Voldemort may have been a powerful wizard, but he lacked the one thing that Harry's had in abundance since the beginning; Harry actually cares about people."

"That is indeed something that has not changed whatever name Daniel Jackson chooses to call himself," Teal'c said, smiling slightly at Daniel before his expression became more solemn. "You believe that, with the aid of the meditation provided by kel-no-reem, you will be able to re-establish this link?"

"Well, maybe not totally re-establish it- I don't want to risk giving him full access to my mind again, after all-, just… tap into it enough to make contact and find out how he came back," Daniel clarified as he looked at Teal'c. "Whenever it was triggered in the past, I only ever witnessed what Voldemort was doing at the present moment, but at that time I was never actually trying to get into his head; I just got into his head when he was feeling particularly murderous or satisfied, sometimes seeing it in a dream if it happened when I was asleep. I'm hoping that, if I try and do it deliberately, when he isn't expecting it, particularly after everything I've learned about meditation and such matters over the years…"

"You think you'll learn how he came back?" Tonks said, looking slightly sceptically at Daniel. "I don't know… you really think you'll manage to find that specific memory? I don't know much about this whole 'link' you've got, I admit, but that seems a bit of a stretch, really…"

"With Voldemort walking around the galaxy with access to Goa'uld technology and who knows what else?" Daniel retorted, glaring at the metamorphagus. "In a situation like that, anything we can come up with to get more information is a good thing."

For a moment the group in the medical bay simply stared silently at their friend, clearly trying to come to a decision either way about what he had just proposed, until Sam finally sighed slightly as she looked at him.

"You're sure that this is the only way we can find out anything more about him?" she asked, looking at her old friend with a resigned expression on her face. She knew better than most that Daniel could be surprisingly stubborn when he set his mind on something, but still felt obligated to make sure that he knew he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do, no matter how much it would help them.

"I am," Daniel replied simply.

After a moment's silence to give Sam time to determine Daniel's resolve, she sighed in acceptance.

"All right then," she said, as she stood up, looking inquiringly at her friend as she did so. "Do you want me to let Doctor Lam know that you'll be setting up the candles here, or would you prefer to move to Teal'c's room?"

An hour later, Daniel, still feeling slightly sore but nevertheless resolved to accomplish the task he'd set for himself, sat in Teal'c's old quarters inside the SGC, the Jaffa opposite him as the candles glowed around them. For a moment, Daniel couldn't help but recall the last time he'd tried something like this- when he'd been trying to tap into his lost memories of his year while he was Ascended-, but those analogies only brought back memories of why he'd Ascended in the first place, and he swiftly pushed them aside.

Even after so many years, the knowledge that his last real chance to escape the pain he'd felt at losing almost everyone he'd ever loved- his parents, Sirius, Ron, Ginny and Sha're to death, Hermione, Lupin and the remaining Weasleys through his choices, Sarah to Osiris (Albeit as a host rather than in the more traditional sense) and Sam to Jack (In the more traditional sense on that occasion)- had turned out to be a total failure still hurt.

In the end, no matter how hard he'd tried to cope with the fact that he'd never see any of his old friends in the wizarding world again, and that he was drifting apart from the people who'd become the closest things he'd ever had to a family since he'd walked away from the world that had simultaneously saved and destroyed his life, not even access to all the knowledge in the universe had been able to help him. It was only when he returned to his body, once again united with the people he had come to love as though they were his family, that he finally found where he was meant to be; back with them, helping to fight the Goa'uld and stop them from ruining any more lives the way they'd ruined his.

In many ways, the Goa'uld had been almost 'Voldemort substitutes', as far as he was concerned; unable to vent his rage at his losses on Voldemort, he'd instead dedicated himself to ensuring that the Goa'uld were vanquished. It probably wasn't the healthiest thing he could have done, he knew, but he'd had a great deal of issues to deal with when it came to Voldemort, and helping to fight the Goa'uld was the only way he felt he could effectively deal with them.

If nothing else, at least he'd dealt with his old issues about choice this time around; whatever else had happened in the conflict with the Goa'uld, at least he'd actually had a choice in whether or not he fought them. Oh, Sha're had 'encouraged' him to keep fighting in her dying moments, and Jack and Mitchell had both encouraged him to stick with the program when he'd felt particularly down about it, but the fact remained that it had still been his choice to keep fighting, no matter how much they may have wanted him to keep fighting…

"Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c's voice said, breaking into Daniel's train of thought; he'd been so busy reflecting on his past he'd almost forgotten what he was doing here in the first place. "Are you well?"

"Fine… just thinking, really," Daniel said, looking apologetically back at the Jaffa before he focused his attention back on the matter at hand. "So… shall we begin?"

"Indeed," Teal'c replied, as he sat down in front of Daniel. "Remember, Daniel Jackson, remain silent, or this shall not be successful."

Nodding briefly, Daniel lowered his head and closed his eyes, focusing his mind back onto whatever aspects of Voldemort remained within him from that failed curse all those years ago, filtering out all distractions from around him.

It was strange, really; in a way, what he was doing now was almost the reverse of Ascension. Unlike when he ascended, when he was allowing himself to become aware of everything around him, here he was trying to focus all of his awareness onto something inside him, thus allowing him to achieve a connection that he simultaneously hated and needed.

His greatest childhood nightmare had come back to life.

It was up to Daniel now to make contact with it and learn how it had done so to ensure that such a thing could never happen again.

With that resolve driving him, he concentrated all of his attention inward towards himself, resolved to find the answers to the questions that he was now about to face.

He was reaching within himself…

He was finding his centre…

He was cutting himself off from the outside world…

He was delving deeper and deeper into his mind…

The darkness that would always inexorably link him and Voldemort surrounding him, trying to crawl out and take him even as it knew that it would never be strong enough to succeed…

Then, just as Daniel was beginning to wonder if he was going to accomplish anything, he found himself standing in a dark void, the familiar form of Voldemort standing in front of him, staring incredulously at him.

"What the- Potter?" Voldemort yelled, staring at him in shock. "What are you going here?"

"Did you forget about that little 'link' we have, Tom?" Daniel retorted, folding his arms as he stared at his nemesis. "Just because the scar's gone doesn't mean we aren't still connected to each other; all it took was a bit of patience, some inner focus, and…"

He shrugged, allowing himself a slight smirk as he glared at Voldemort; after the older man taking him by surprise so often over the years, it made a nice change to be the one doing the surprising. "Well, here I am."

For a moment Voldemort simply stared at him, clearly unprepared for this new appearance by his old enemy, before he regained his composure and smirked at him in his usual arrogant manner.

"Do you really believe that I'm frightened of you now, Potter?" he asked, looking confidently at the archaeologist. "I've learned what's happened since the last time we fought; you ran from the wizarding world like the pathetic coward you are after our final encounter, and from what I can see and what I've learnt, you haven't even bothered to even try and keep up with your magical training. You're an archaeologist of all things, you pathetic fool; you don't even seem to care about your heritage-"

"True," Daniel said, nodding slightly as he smirked at his old foe, "but on the plus side, I have learned how to speak around thirty languages and uncovered the answers to some of the greatest mysteries known to wizards and muggles alike, without even needing to resort to one spell to cheat and do things the easy way. Seriously, in all your life, what have you ever accomplished besides killing a bunch of people?"

"Do not even try to understand my methods, Potter," Voldemort countered, his familiar sneer still clear on his face. "I have grown beyond the simple confines and limitations of other wizards; I have truly become-"

"A god, right?" Daniel retorted, shaking his head slightly as he smirked at his old foe. "Voldemort, I've experienced what it's like to have access to the Goa'uld genetic memory; trust me, you're not yourself."

"No, Potter," Voldemort responded, his gaze scornful as he studied Daniel, "I am more myself than I ever was… ever since that first day when I learned of my true potential and the power I would possess, every step I have taken has led me to the moment when I would once again return from death itself, more powerful than anything that this world has ever seen before or since-"

"By what; hijacking the body of an alien snake?" Daniel retorted, hoping that his old knowledge of Voldemort's personality wasn't too significantly affected by whatever changes the Goa'uld knowledge had caused to the psychopath's mental state. "That's not exactly the 'you' I remember, Tom; you never liked to depend on anything else before…"

"You know nothing of what I have endured to reach this position, Potter," Voldemort retorted, glaring angrily at the former Gryffindor Seeker as he 'walked' forwards to stand in front of his old foe. "I have risen beyond what you knew me as in the past, to become something-"

"On that topic," Daniel interrupted, allowing himself a slight smirk at the almost shocked expression on Voldemort's face- evidently the man still couldn't believe anyone would dare to interrupt him-, "I think it's time we found out how you came back."

Before Voldemort could stop him, Daniel had reached up and grabbed his old foe's head in both hands, throwing his head back as he felt himself plunge into Voldemort's deepest memories.

For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, he was aware of Voldemort's transformation back into a spirit after their last confrontation in the Riddle House, a spirit so weak that it was barely even visible and lacked most of Voldemort's original consciousness; even now, some of his early memories were uncertain and lost to him…

He was drifting through Knockturn Alley eight years ago when he first became aware of something pulling him towards a shop…

He was approaching something that, even through Voldemort's dimmed 'vision' (For lack of a better term; Daniel had no idea how Voldemort could 'see' anything when he hadn't even had any eyes at this point) he could clearly see was a Goa'uld canopic jar, like the kind that had been used to hold Osiris and Isis before Osiris had taken the body of Sarah Gardner.

He was entering it… connections were disrupted and systems destroyed as the magical energy of Voldemort's spirit disrupted the technology that had kept the symbiote within frozen for so long…

He was free of the jar, rapidly slithering along the streets, hurrying towards the beating sound of a nearby human heart, his sense of touch heightened even as his vision had been reduced to almost nothing…

He rapidly crawled up a man's body- aided greatly by his old experiences as a spirit when he had relied on the body of snakes to have any kind of corporeal form-, diving through the mouth on instinct…

He was standing up in his new body, examining it in satisfaction as he sensed its not-inconsiderable magical talent, taking in the reflection in a nearby window as he began to access the sheer centuries of knowledge that were now available to him as a result of his new body…

And then, the moment that answered the final question; a brief, confusing flash as Voldemort, now within a new body that already bore a more than passing resemblance to the original Tom Riddle, stared back at the shattered jar, recalling how he had learned of its original possession by a wizard who had long ago attempted to overthrow the Pharaoh Rameses I, only to fall before the sheer weight of Rameses' forces… how he had placed a piece of himself inside the jar to remind himself not to repeat the man's mistakes shortly after starting at Borgin & Burkes… how the jar had been hidden away in the darker parts of the shop to prevent it from being sold…

As Daniel stepped back from Voldemort, breaking the more in-depth connection he'd just established and returning to the more conventional link that he'd established earlier, he didn't even bother to try and conceal

"You created a seventh horcrux?" the archaeologist said, staring at Voldemort with an expression of mixed incredulity and disgust at how far Voldemort had been willing to corrupt his soul to achieve even some degree of immortality.

He wasn't sure who disgusted him more; Voldemort, who would willingly corrupt himself on a spiritual level to try and guarantee that he would live beyond his natural death, or the Goa'uld, who not only corrupted their minds with the continuous use of the sarcophagus technology but also ruined the lives of their hosts at the same time.

Voldemort's method of immortality may only affect one person, but his method was so much more repulsive to Daniel after his ascension; at least the Goa'uld couldn't tarnish a person's soul, no matter how foul the crimes they committed were.

"Just when I thought you've gone as low as you can go…" Daniel practically growled, clenching his fists as he stared in cold hatred at the man who had ruined his life before he was even old enough to know about it. "You're a seriously damaged case, you know that?"

"You know nothing of what I have been through, Potter!" Voldemort roared at Daniel, clearly outraged at his old enemy's intrusion into his mind; whether because of the breach of privacy or because he didn't like being reminded that he wasn't a god was something Daniel couldn't be sure about. "I have survived death itself-"

"I've been killed or died and come back to life on at least six different occasions by now, but you don't see me going on about it," Daniel retorted, folding his arms as he stared at his old enemy. "I'm not you, Tom, so I'll give you one chance right now to get out of this mess you've created; end this now, and come back to Earth to stand trial for your crimes, or I will stop you."

Voldemort actually laughed at that.

"You stop me?" he retorted, looking at Daniel as though the man had just informed him that he'd turned into a chipmunk. "You haven't done any magic for the last twenty years- you've devoted your entire life to history, of all things-, and you honestly believe that you can defeat me? I am a god-"

"You're an alien parasite with an ego the size of the mountain where I work possessed by the spirit of a man who should have died years ago; you're not a god," Daniel interrupted, narrowing his eyes as he glared at his old nemesis. "I've encountered beings who could be considered gods, and I've seen them fall in the end; you'll do the same."

"You really believe that I'm frightened of your tales, Potter?" Voldemort retorted.

"Ask about Anubis," Daniel replied, allowing one corner of his mouth to turn up in a slight smirk as he stared at his old foe. "He was planning to destroy all life in the galaxy and remake it in his image, but I stopped him despite him not even having a fully corporeal body. You'll be next."

Just so long as Voldemort didn't manage to probe too deeply into his mind and learn that he hadn't been personally responsible for Anubis's defeat, that might be enough to get him thinking…

With the information he'd come here after now in his possession- and his secondary goal of making Voldemort think about what was waiting for him if he continued to act like a conventional Goa'uld also achieved-, Daniel closed his eyes, felt the link that led back to his body, travelled back along it…

And then, a few moments later, his eyes were open as he once again found himself sitting in Teal'c's room, the rest of SG-1 and his old friends from the wizarding world gathered around him; evidently he'd spent longer on the mental realm than it had seemed when he was actually there.

"Uh… Hi," he said after a moment's pause, smiling slightly as he looked at them apologetically; he privately noted that Hermione was still absent- clearly she still hadn't completely recovered from Malfoy's attack- but the rest of the team were all here nevertheless.

"'Hi'," Remus repeated, shaking his head slightly as he looked at Daniel. "Harry, you're a linguist who can, according to what I've heard, speak over twenty different languages, and the best thing that you can say after keeping us waiting for you to wake up for the last hour or so is 'Hi'?"

"It's been a lot to take in," Daniel replied simply as he stood up, flexing his shoulders slightly as he looked around at his assorted friends from both his lives. "However, on the bright side, I did find out how Voldemort's come back; he created another horcrux using a canopic jar belonging to an ancient wizard that just happened to contain a dormant Goa'uld symbiote inside it."

Mitchell blinked.

"Damn…" he said, whistling slightly as he looked over at the wizards. "Talk about coincidence, huh?"

"Sorry, I think we missed something here; how does that help us figure out how he's a Goa'uld?" Fred asked, looking in confusion at Daniel. "I mean, it explains how he's alive…"

"When I killed him last time, what was left of his soul was significantly weaker than it had been before due to the destruction of his other horcruxes, but this last one gave him just enough strength to remain on this plane of existence even if it wasn't enough to give him the same degree of strength he'd possessed last time," Daniel explained. "As far as I can tell, he spent a lot of time after my last encounter with him drifting fairly aimlessly around the world- the state he was left in meant that he was operating mostly on instinct more than anything else- until he finally came close to the location where he'd left his remaining horcrux…"

"And, lemme guess, when he was close enough to the other horcrux he was essentially 'pulled' towards the other fragment of his soul and the two of them ended up stuck together, right?" Tonks asked, looking inquiringly at Daniel.

"Exactly," Daniel said, nodding grimly at the metamorphagus before he turned to look at the rest of the group. "We'd better get moving; the sooner General Landry knows about this, the sooner we can start trying to track down Voldemort again."

"Let's rock 'n roll!" George said, giving Daniel a thumbs-up of approval as the other people in the room followed Daniel's example and stood up to head for the main briefing room.