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AN: I omitted the scenes with Sam going over the plans of the weapon and Daniel talking with Kane in the commissary because nothing really changed from the original canon in there- Sam noted the weapon's apparent weakness, Kane mentioned that his wife was dead; straightforward stuff, really- and I thought it would be more interesting to get on to what was different here (Particularly when the differences include a return appearance from the real villains here)...

Truth and Revelations

In a darkened room in the main command centre of the Caledonian Protectorate, a figure clad in dark robes sat in the central chair with a casual smirk as she contemplated the turn that events had taken since her lord had returned to her.

Reclaiming the territories that he had possessed in his prior existence had not been an easy task, to say the least- particularly when so many of them may have been claimed by others since he passed on from this realm to return to Earth-, but they had managed to find aerial craft that they could use to travel to certain locations where Hestia had been unable to clarify their current status among her lord's 'rivals' (Not that she had any doubt that her lord could defeat them if he wanted to), to avoid any possible dangers they might face by using the 'Chappa'ai' instead.

How her fellow surveyors had faired she didn't know, but it wasn't that much of a concern for her; all that mattered was that, when she had arrived at her current location, she had found a world populated by a well-developed muggle civilisation that had nevertheless descended into an unstable political situation that her master could easily exploit.

Actually, the fact that the world's political conflicts had escalated into a war that had left both sides almost completely decimated over a year ago only added to her satisfaction at finding her way here; even without any actual magic available to them, the muggles had caused an impressive amount of damage, and there were some interesting rumours about what had happened on this world since...

She paused for a moment, her train of thought momentarily cut off as one of the amulets her master had given her began to glow, prompting her to quickly reflect on the explanation her master had given her regarding the purpose of the amulet before her. The charms that controlled it were naturally too complex for her to understand given her master's new power, but it was apparently charmed to alert her if another magical presence visited the same location where she was currently located.

With that in mind, she raised her wand and quickly cast a brief charm that her Lord had perfected for them following his restoration and the subsequent 'reunion' with Potter and his new muggle allies. According to her lord, while the amulet would alert her and her fellow Death Eaters to the presence of other witches and wizards on the worlds they visited, the charm would grant the user temporary access to 'sixth sense'- as mudbloods referred to the idea of detecting something that you would be unaware of with the usual five senses- that allowed them to sense the magic in others and thus gain an idea of how powerful the witch or wizard was, as well as a sense of their identity.

It might be relatively limited in its use when they were on Earth and surrounded by other wizards, but out in these new worlds that had apparently never learned to access their magic, it was one of the more effective ways of determining the threat the locals could pose to them...

Then she took in the 'sight' generated by the spell- it required her mind to be slightly modified to accommodate the new sense, so she interpreted it as a form of visual stimuli-, and her eyes widened in satisfaction.

"Potter..." she whispered, her voice low as she smiled at the presence of the distinctive magical signature of her lord's greatest enemy.

Identifying individual magical signatures might be difficult in an area populated by several witches and wizards, but with such a limited number of magic-users able to access this level of existence, possible candidates for a magical power level on this scale were limited.

Just like her lord, Potter wouldn't want to open up the possibilities afforded to him by the discovery of these new levels of existence to the rest of the wizarding world, which meant that only he could be the source of this signature; Potter might be foolish, but he was still powerful even without the opportunities offered by their new way of life.

It might not exactly be convenient, but on the other hand- particularly if the spy network the Protectorate had established among the Confederation was as efficient as she had heard it was-, it did create some potential for her to eliminate a particular threat to her lord's further expansion.

As she turned to study the jar he had provided for her earlier, she had to admit, even without the promise of the additional knowledge and power she would gain as a result, the prospect of becoming the vessel for a god was an interesting idea...

As he sat in the cells that the Rand 'delegation' had taken him and Kane to almost as soon as they'd arrived, Daniel was grateful that he'd managed to persuade his old friends not to come with him; as much as he would have welcomed their assistance in this situation, the last thing he wanted was for them to get captured along with him. As long as it was just him and Jared here, he still had a chance to talk his way out of this, but with any more people in here there was just too much of a chance for things to get unpleasant (He shuddered at what might have happened if the twins had come along; they'd never have been willing to stay here and would probably have caused an even greater diplomatic incident if they'd tried to escape).

He'd known that things weren't exactly going to be pleasant here when he'd decided to go on this trip- the natural human need to find a reason in disaster was definitely something that he'd learned long ago not to underestimate, and the Priors' message would have been welcome to the Rand Protectorate in that regard-, but he still hadn't expected that he'd get thrown in a cell this quickly; he hadn't even had the time to say a thing about the Priors or the weapon, despite the message they'd received apparently offering him the chance to do so.

Always the same story, he reflected grimly to himself. People get set in their ways and ideas, and the first thing they do is throw anyone who doesn't share those ideas in prison where they can't voice them...

He could probably just apparate out of the cell, of course, but he'd always been reluctant to do something like that unless he ever reached a point where he was convinced he had no other choice. Putting aside the fact that his apparation skills had been limited even before he'd spent the better part of two decades aware from the wizarding world, disappearing from a cell without leaving any trace of how he had escaped ran the risk of attracting more attention to himself- and, by extension, Earth- than he was willing to risk.

So far, as far as he knew, none of the Priors out there had encountered any wizards yet, which meant that, with Voldemort out in the galaxy, he'd introduced an additional potential 'X-factor' to the conflict with the Ori that Daniel couldn't afford for their newest enemies to discover until they were ready to fully exploit it (To say nothing of establishing whether the Ministry of Magic wanted to remain involved with the Stargate Program after the Death Eaters had been recaptured).

There might not be a Prior here at the moment, but he didn't want to try anything that might give away that he was more than an ordinary human until he was certain he had to do so.

All he had to do now was hope that the Prometheus could get here in time to take out that satellite before anyone in Rand did something that no amount of negotiation would manage to clear up. Sam had definitely seemed fairly confident that the satellite depicted in the plans wouldn't be much use against Prometheus in a straight fight- according to her the satellite's defences were relatively minimal and it took a while to charge up a shot each time it was used-, but that still left them with the trouble of getting here in the first place.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," he said, glancing over at Jared where the other man sat in the cell next to his own.

"What happens if your people don't hear from us?" Jared asked, looking straight ahead of himself as he spoke, as though unwilling to allow himself to see Daniel's response.

"I told them to proceed with destroying the weapon," Daniel replied, grimly hoping that his friends would agree to that; he somehow doubted that the Weasleys or Lupin would let the satellite get destroyed without at least attempting to rescue him...

Before he could follow that line of thought further, the sound of a thick door being opened reached their ears. Getting to their feet, Daniel and Jared walked up to the locked doors of their cells as a man with weight approaching 'fat' came down the corridor, dressed in a three-quarter-length black coat and accompanied by two guards.

"President Nadal," Jared said.

"Senator Kane," Nadal replied, taking up position in front of their cells, his guards on either side of him.

"This is Doctor Daniel Jackson," Jared began.

"I know who he is," Nadal said, a slight sneer in his voice as though offended at the idea that he wouldn't possess such information on his own.

"I'm here representing Earth on a diplomatic mission," Daniel began to explain.

"I'm here to officially inform you, Jared Kane," Nadal said, turning away from Daniel as though he hadn't even spoken in the first place, "you are under arrest for treason."

"Excuse me?" Daniel said, looking incredulously at the minister through his cell bars. "You allowed us to come here under false pretences-!"

"Doctor Daniel Jackson," Nadal continued, turning to him with that frustrating indifference to things he didn't want to hear that almost every politician Daniel had ever met- either as Harry or as Daniel- seemed to have taken classes in, "your government has knowingly harboured a felon; as well, it seems they are in possession of top secret documents vital to the security of this country. As of now, you are both considered enemies of the state, and will be detained until trial can be set."

With that, he turned around and walked out of the cells, leaving Daniel and Jared to look at each other in an exchange of regret.

There were times when Daniel really hated politics; it helped keep things coordinated, but so many people got so blinkered by their own views on things that they just wouldn't allow themselves to even think that someone else could have a good idea about the current situation if it was a different one from their own.

Even as a part of him acknowledged the unlikelihood of it happening, he just hoped that his wizarding friends had decided not to come along with the rest of SG-1; the last thing he needed was to worry about what the twins would do with the Prometheus while he was in this position...

"Wow-eeee!" Fred said, staring in awe at the view outside the Prometheus's windows as they flew through what Colonel Carter had called 'subspace'. "That's just... wow!"

"Yeah, I know," Mitchell said with a nod as he sat down beside the twins; with the ship still en route to Tegalus, there wasn't much for the wizards to do but sit around and wait until they got there. Landry had objected to their presence at first, but after 'SG-M' had made it clear that they weren't going to be left behind- and Hermione had confirmed that Kingsley could handle the situation back in Britain-, he'd agreed to allow Hermione, Tonks and the twins to accompany Prometheus; it had been considered impractical to take Hagrid given that he wouldn't have been able to comfortably fit in any of the ship's rooms or corridors, and it was widely agreed that this wasn't the time to test how werewolves would react to space travel. "Nice view, isn't it?"

"Forget the view; we're looking at something that I don't think any wizard thought we'd ever see!" George said, looking eagerly over at the lieutenant colonel. "Seriously, our dad's still trying to figure out how planes work; he'd probably give his right arm to see this thing..."

"Oh yeah... Arthur Weasley, right?" Mitchell said, smiling as he recalled Daniel's stories of his life in the wizarding world. "Yeah, Jackson told us about him; sounds like quite a character."

"Yeah, he is..." Fred began, before his expression fell slightly as he and George looked at each other, their expressions surprisingly solemn for the two even given Mitchell's own limited experience of them.

"What?" Mitchell asked, looking between the two. "Something wrong?"

"Just... Dad," George answered, swallowing slightly as he looked back at Mitchell. "Ever since the war ended, he... he lost a lot of his spark, really."

"Still keen on muggle stuff, don't get me wrong, but it's like... he's just existing at this point rather than anything else," Fred said grimly. "Ginny might have been more Mum's favourite than Dad's- only girl of seven and all that; you'd pretty much expect Mum to be closer to Ginny than the rest of us-, but she was still... pretty special to him, and add in losing Ron and Harry like that..."

He sighed, looking briefly down at the table before he looked back at Mitchell. "Took a long time for him to feel the need to do much of anything, really; Hermione and the rest of the Order were able to arrange for a few extra people to be transferred to his department to pick up the slack, but even after he started work it just wasn't the same..."

"Yeah... I know the feeling," Mitchell said, nodding slightly at the twins. "My dad was in an accident when I was a kid; had to have both his legs amputated below the knee-"

"Hold on; amputated?" George repeated, looking at Mitchell in shock. "As in... doesn't that mean muggle doctors cut your limbs off?"

"When they're certain the damage is too severe for the patient to survive with the limbs still attached, yeah," Mitchell replied. "He got prosthetics- fake limbs- in their place, and eventually got the hang of living without them, but even after all these years there's still a part of him that wants to get back what he was..."

"Damn..." Fred said, his voice low as he looked sympathetically at their new friend. "I mean, at least we've always been able to hope that Dad would get back to normal..."

"And... your mother?" Mitchell asked uncertainly; recalling Daniel's tales of the hot-tempered but warm-hearted woman who'd apparently virtually treated him as her own son for most of his six years at Hogwarts, he felt almost ashamed at the realisation that none of them had asked for more details about the rest of the Weasleys (Then again, it wasn't like Jackson was normally that talkative about his past; they'd probably never have even learned about the fake history if it hadn't been for that 'Gamekeeper' thing in the program's first year).

"Spends a bit of her free time- not that she ever had that much of it- teaching the grandkids how to fight before they have to go to Hogwarts," George said, looking sadly at Mitchell. "Still knows how to go easy on them and let them have fun, of course, but she's always showing 'em a few tricks to use in a duel when she can; says that she... doesn't want to lose any more kids in case another war comes up."

Mitchell could understand that easily enough, even if he couldn't help but think it was a bit sad; a grandmother shouldn't have to worry about whether or not her grandchildren were going to survive...

"Cam?" Sam's voice said, breaking his bleak train of thought, Mitchell looking up to see his old friend coming towards him from the mess hall doors.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"We'll be reaching Tangalus in a few minutes," Sam said, looking over at the twins as she spoke. "Colonel Pendergast thought that you should be on the bridge; if things... don't go well, it would probably be best if we all knew what we needed to be preparing to deal with."

"Gotcha," Fred said, smiling as he and his brother stood up, followed by Mitchell. "Let's go and get Harry out of whatever trouble he's in now, shall we?"

"Just like the old days, isn't it?" George said, looking back at Fred with a smile that seemed to fade almost as quickly as it had appeared; the slight reflective expressions on their faces made it clear that they were remembering the people who couldn't be here right now.

"I guess we can assume any trial will be rigged?" Daniel asked as he leant against the bars of his cell, his mind going over any solution to the current dilemma that didn't just feature him apparating out of here and potentially causing even more trouble as far as Tegalus's relationship with Earth went.

"Honestly, we'll be lucky to get that far," Jared replied after a moment's pause. "President Nadal has been paranoid about Caledonian spies for some time now; because I betrayed him this way, he… may assume I'm also part of that network."

"Great..." Daniel muttered, his already-low hopes of getting out of the current mess legally fell even lower. He hadn't felt this resigned to the outcome of a court procedure since Fudge and Umbridge had put him on trial for under-age magic before his fifth year, and back then he'd had the bonus that a part of him actually wanted to lose the trial as it might have allowed him to stay with Sirius...

"I don't suppose your country has any laws against torture?" he asked, trying to find something encouraging to focus on.

"No," Jared replied.

Before Daniel could do much more than contemplate apparition once again, the sound of a door opening reached their ears, followed by a dark-skinned man with a neatly-trimmed beard and slightly excessive weight than was necessary walked into Kane's cell, smiling at him in a slightly mocking manner.

"I applaud your courage, Kane," the new arrival said, even as Kane remained sitting rather than standing up to acknowledge his guest.

"Commander Pernaux, Doctor Jackson," Jared said by way of explanation. "Doctor Jackson-"

"Yeah, I got it," Daniel said, now standing against the bars separating his cage from Kane's.

"What I don't understand is why you came back," Pernaux said, as though the introductions had never taken place.

"Doctor Jackson and I felt there were some things the Rand people needed to know," Jared said.

"The only thing I need to know," Pernaux said, his smile fading as he walked forward a couple of paces to stand more directly above Kane, "are the names of those among us who are working for the Caledonians."

"Just because I went to Earth for help doesn't mean I've also given information to the Caledonians or know who might have," Jared said, staring ahead of himself without looking up to address the other man.

"Earth is responsible for our current state of affairs," Pernaux said bluntly (Daniel wished he wouldn't phrase it like that; he'd acknowledged long ago that Earth's arrival on Tegalus had provided Soren with all the incentive he needed to launch the attack, but that didn't mean he had to like it when people rubbed his face in it; it wasn't like they'd done it on purpose). "Turning to them is the act of a desperate man, Kane."

"Kane 'turned to us' in the hopes of preventing you from making a catastrophic mistake," Daniel said, deciding that he should take this opportunity to get a word in before things went any further. "The Priors are not telling you everything about the Ori; you need to hear me out before you use that weapon to wipe out the Caledonians."

"So you admit you sympathise with Caledonia," Pernaux said, turning to face him.

"That's not what he's saying," Kane said, looking up at Pernaux with an exasperated glare.

"How the next few days unfold is entirely up to you," Pernaux said, his casual dismissal of Kane's words leaving the other man to simply role his eyes in frustration at the other's man's stubbornness. "But until I find out who else is working with you…I guarantee neither of you will know a moment's peace."

Daniel wasn't sure if that statement was made more or less effective when Pernaux subsequently turned around and walked out of the cell, leaving him and Kane alone once again; anticipating torture definitely wasn't an experience he was ever keen on having to deal with, but waiting for something to happen wasn't that bad...

Pop!

Daniel's eyes widened in horror, his train of thought automatically cut short as his ears registered a sound he hadn't heard for ages.

No... he thought, turning around to face the direction that the sound had come from, praying that he was wrong even as he knew that he wasn't.

"Ah, there you are!" Bellatrix Lestrange said, looking at Daniel's cell with the same insane gleam he'd first seen in her eyes in the Department of Mysteries so many years ago as she killed his godfather-

Then his ears registered the tone she'd spoken in, and the flash of gold in her eyes was all he needed to confirm his worst fears.

As if one Goa'uld with magic wasn't bad enough... he thought to himself grimly.

"Hestia?" he asked uncertainly, uncertain if he wanted his suspicions to be confirmed more than he wanted them proven wrong.

"Exactly!" the former Death Eater said, her grin a broad, disturbing smirk as she aimed her wand at the man who had once been Harry Potter, her eyes flashing with the traditional gold of the Goa'uld. "You have allowed a man to ascend to the level of a God... and now I have the power to make you pay for that!"