Deceptive Appearances

Fandoms: SG-1 Harry Potter, and maybe if I'm crazy enough SGA

Disclaimer: It should be obvious to everyone that I own neither Harry Potter nor Stargate, SG-1 or SGA. Face it, if I did, you would have to pay to read this, so unless you see a slot asking for your credit card information, I don't own it.

Thank you to my beta Torina!

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Chapter 1: Mulits Post Annis

Did you know that buildings can see, that they can understand what happens inside of them? Not many people have heard that, and even fewer people who have heard about it actually believe it. It's true though. A building, once it has been built, takes on a life of its own, a personality of its own. Usually buildings take the personality of the people that inhabit them day by day. So it was with this building.

It was small, quaint little thing in a rather small, halfway dilapidated little building. There weren't many occupants in the apartment building, as it wasn't one of the nicest buildings around, and it was located in the outskirts of what many would consider the seedy part of town. Nerveless the few people who lived in this apartment building got along swimmingly.

There were Mr. Travers and his son, who had moved in six months ago; they had previously lived in New York, and were pleased to see that they still had a feeling of community with the people who lived in this building, even though they hadn't lived here very long. Many of the longer term occupants had brought them a casserole or a pie as a house warming present, and one man, Doctor Jackson, had brought a nice collection of teas and coffees, explaining that he was rather partial to them himself and so whenever someone new moved into the building he tried to convert them over to the caffeinated goodness that is coffee, and yes sometimes even tea too.

Another resident of the apartment building was old Mrs. Rosen. Mabel Rosen lived in her apartment all alone, save for a couple of cats, who seemed to adore her as much as she apparently adored them. There had been a problem a few years ago when one of them escaped, but a couple of the other neighbors found Slinky down in the basement. Mabel was forever grateful to those three people; young Jenny Markham, grumpy James Tobias, who was famous for his bad temper but bigger heart, and Doctor Jackson. That young man was so alone, and Mabel considered him one of her own- not that she would ever tell him that, of course. But she made sure that he was alright, and when he got sick she would just bring over some good old tomato soup.

Truth be told, every one looked out for one another in this building. Yes, there were a few residents who regrettably rubbed everyone the wrong way, but nevertheless they were looked after. Everyone here stuck together no matter what.

In one of the apartments on the third floor of the apartment building right across the hall of one very concerned Mabel Rosen; a certain bespeckled doctor slept fitfully.

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The apartment was absolutely quiet, much to the contentment of its single occupant, who happened to be sleeping. The peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sudden blaring of an alarm clock, followed closely by a long string of mutinous muttering in a language not spoken on this planet. If you listened closely and could understand said language, you would have heard about alarm clocks, the apparent 'destroyers of dreams'. Alas, no one was there to hear it, nor was there anyone around to see the offending alarm clock get thrown into the wall, therefore stopping its incessant buzzing, followed by much a much more satisfied muttering, and a light underlying of coughing before the figure sank back into sleep.

An hour or so later the phone rang and a hand snaked out from under the covers to answer it, fumbling slightly as it picked up the phone. This action was followed closely by a sleep muzzled voice, "whoozaire?" multi P.H.D. Doctor Daniel Jackson asked grumpily. If any of the ambassadors from any other planets, or any of the ones from earth itself, that Doctor Jackson had dealt with in the past had heard him, they would be shocked at his lack of decorum. Then again, it was rather early in the morning and he hadn't yet had a drop of coffee, so perhaps they would understand.

"Good morning Sunshine, do you know what time it is?" the altogether too perky voice of Jack O'Neill replied breezily. "And my aren't we just a ray of sunshine this morning?" he said with a slight underlying of cheekiness.

"Where do you get off calling this earl…" Daniel trailed off at the start of what could have and would have been a promising rant as he looked at his wristwatch and the terrible proclamation it was making. It read eight-thirty A.M. Eight-thirty, in the god awful morning!

Oh god, he was late for the meeting, a meeting that had been postponed for a week already because of him. 'Damn'.

"I'm late,… for the meeting,… Oh jeez, Jack give me forty-five minutes and I'll be there. I can't believe I overslept! Sorry Jack." Daniel said as quickly as he could.

He was about to go on when Jack cut him off. "Daniel, it's okay, just get your ass down here as soon as you can. You okay Danny?" The voice turned from tolerantly amused to slightly concerned as Daniel started coughing loudly, and deeply too. "I'm fine Jack, I'll be there soon," Daniel said before he hung up.

Truth be told Daniel was feeling terrible, had been in fact for the past week. At first he had thought that he might just be suffering from the flu or something, but after reluctantly visiting Doctor Lam that idea had been shot to hell. The only thing she could find wrong with Daniel was apparent over-exhaustion had had subsequently ordered Daniel on a forced week long vacation. One he had not appreciated at all. The only good thing about said vacation was the fact that Daniel could hide his worsening condition from his mother-henning C.O. and best friend Jack O'Neill, with two 'l's thank you, very much! If Jack found out just how bad Daniel felt he would have told Samantha Carter and T'ealc, his two team members and friends. Now Daniel loved his friends dearly but he didn't think he could stand them trying to take care of him. It would be intolerable, and he didn't even want to think of what S.G.-1's new team leader, Cameron Mitchell, would do. He'd probably just hold open the doors as T'ealc and Sam frog-marched him down to the infirmary, oh yes and crack jokes with Jack the whole time, while acting like the subordinate officer that he was- acting being the key word. It was creepy how alike in temperament Jack and Cameron were.

It would be worse than torture and Daniel had experience with both, thank you very much!

Besides Daniel already had an idea of what was wrong with him, and he knew that there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do to help him. By gods, it scared him, because he knew with every fiber of his being, he knew that he wasn't the one in trouble. Another thing he knew, and it had taken him some time to accept this fact, was that there was nothing anyone could do to help who was in trouble.

Daniel fingered the mark of adoption on his neck, it was small and hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn't of the blood-sucking variety, a small raised bump was all it would appear to muggles, but if you were a wizard or other magical creature and cared to look very closely you could see the insignia of one of the oldest vampire covens in Europe, let alone the world, proudly proclaiming him an honorary member. It was a do not pass sign, a warning to all vampires that he was a protected being. It was also a mark that would tell Daniel of the condition of the person who gave it to him. He could tell if his sister mage was doing alright, It had been one of the only things that had given Daniel a reason to leave Brittan, but now it was telling him an awful truth.

Antigone was dying and no one could help. She was dying of a muggle ailment, Cancer. Magic couldn't cure such a debilitating disease.

After recovering from yet another fit of coughing Daniel slowly started to get dressed, and prepare himself for the inevitable that was looming ever closer.

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"Sir, Daniels' not here yet, and he knew that the meeting was today," Samantha Carter said unnecessarily as Jack O'Neill played with his yo-yo. For some reason Jack just couldn't manage to walk the dog. Jack sighed as he messed up what was arguably one of the easiest tricks to learn on the yo-yo yet again.

"Sir," Carter asked again with equal parts irritation, amusement, and concern in her voice. The irritation and amusement was for Jack, he knew, but the concern was all for Daniel. He had been put on a forced vacation, more like sick leave, by that new doctor, what was her name? Oh yeah, Doctor Lam. Doctor Lam, I swear she's almost as bad as Janet was. Daniel, lovable fellow that he was, meekly followed her orders after Dr. Lam had threatened him with lots of sharp, pointy needles. Actually, Jack was rather fond of this new doctor; it wasn't often that anyone could get the Archeologist/Linguist to take down time. Now that he thought about it actually, it had been a bit too easy to get Daniel to agree to the sick leave. Suddenly someone cleared their throat. Jack looked up to see the three members of SG-1 that were actually there at the meeting so far staring at him.

Whoops, must have zoned out, Jack thought contritely. Clearing his throat Jack answered his former second in command albeit a little sheepishly. "Carter you know Daniel. He's usually late to these things, But," Jack said as Carter looks like she's about to launch into a full scale protest to protect Daniel. "Yes, I agree, as of now, Daniels a hell of a lot later than most times. You three stay here and I'll see what the matter with him is." Jack said as he pointed at the three.

Carter looked mildly affronted not to be included in the matter, yet also appeased that he'd answered the question. T'ealc's face remained impassive except for an imperiously raised eyebrow, which told Jack that, yes, he'd stay there, but he still wanted to know what was wrong with Daniel. Cameron Mitchell, SG-1's new team leader, simply gave Jack an impassive nod, but Jack could tell by the almost imperceptible tightening around his eyes that he was worried.

In the few months since he'd joined the team Cameron had almost seamlessly been integrated into Jack's old spot. He hadn't taken over Jack's old spot, per say; the rest of the team wouldn't allow it for one, and to be truthful, Jack didn't think Cameron would have either. Cameron had made his own unique niche and part of that niche was his bond with Daniel. Jack swore those two could have been siblings with the way they acted sometimes. He was just glad that his "Kids" liked their new CO. It was fun watching them play sometimes and Jack didn't think he would have handled the whole change of position thing half so well if his team hadn't gotten along with their new commander.

As Jack made his way into his office adjoining the debriefing room, he could hear Carter asking if anyone had heard from Daniel while he was on sick leave. Mitchell said he'd called, but didn't get an answer. So he'd gone over to check up on Daniel at his apartment, and had apparently woken the bear up. That in and of itself was odd considering Daniel was never one to really sleep in the daytime. It made Jack hurry into his office all the faster. As Jack counted down the rings he hoped that his friend was okay. After the fifth ring the phone was finally picked up and the impatient Jack let out a sigh that he barley knew he had been holding as he heard that grumpy sleep filled voice that all of SG-1 past and present had come to know and love.

"Whoozaire?" Jack immediately frowned, Daniel was never, ever that ineloquent, not even when he first woke up. Well, not normally, at least; there had been one time, but he had been suffering from a massive hangover. He usually only spoke like that when he was sick, or had a hangover. 'Well, he has been on sick leave' Jack's inner snark informed him snottily.

Jack took a deep breath and interjected as much perkiness into his voice as he could. "Good morning sunshine, do you know what time it is?" he asked hoping Daniel was just a little tired and had overslept, as unlike him as that was. "And my, aren't we just full of life this morning?" Jack risked adding hoping to get a rise out of his favorite archeologist and it did just as he had hoped.

"Where do you get off calling this earl…," he said grumpily, before cutting himself off, and Jack could tell the approximate moment Daniel realized just what time it was and what exactly he was missing, because Daniel gave a sudden startled gasp followed by a moment of silence before he went into what Jack liked to call Full Babbling Daniel mode. Jack cut off his apology as soon as Daniel took a break to actually breath. "Daniel its okay just gets your ass down here as soon as you can." Jack tried to make his voice sound as amused as possible, but in reality he was quite a bit worried because Daniels voice sounded a little strained. Not a hint of his normal inquisitiveness in sight.

Just then Daniel started coughing; these deep raking coughs that Jack new have to just hurt like a sonofabitch. "You okay Danny?" Jack asked as soon as Daniels coughing stopped.

Daniels hurried, "I'm fine Jack, I'll be there soon," did nothing to ease Jack's worries, because his voice sounded… breathyto Jack. He briefly toyed with the idea of calling Daniel back and ordering him to take another week off, before remembering the illustrious Doctor Lam. He sighed as he called the good doctor and informed her that as soon as Doctor Jackson got on base that she should expect to see him in her infirmary, and after Jack gave her as many details about Daniel's condition as he could Doctor Lam bid Jack a hasty farewell, as she probably had to prepare the infirmary for Daniel's arrival as well as she could. Both Jack and Dr. Lam knew just how much Daniel hated the infirmary He disliked it at the best of times but Jack knew that this wasn't the best of times.

As he reentered the debriefing room Cater, Mitchell, and T'ealc looked up at Jack expectantly. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but Daniel's still sick." They all exchanged a significant look, it seemed as if they had discussed this topic while Jack had been in his office. "Now that doesn't mean he's not coming in today, it just means that we have to cancel this meeting, yet again." As soon as the words left Jack's mouth Cater jumped in with a "What, do you mean Daniel's still coming in today, sir?" She frowned, confused, and then understanding crossed her face. She said "oh," with widened eyes.

T'ealc nodded to show he understood what was expected of him, but Cameron seemed absolutely flummoxed. Jack smiled inwardly, apparently Cameron hadn't been on the team long enough to know the play, so to speak, that they were about to pull on Daniel. "Um, excuse me I might have missed the memo here but why is Doctor Jackson coming in today if he's still sick? What I mean to say, sir, is shouldn't he be staying at his house?" he asked with his usual southern drawl.

Jack smiled conspiratorially with Carter and then turned to answer Cameron. "Normally with any other person, yes I would order them to stay at home, but as we all know Daniel is ten times more stubborn than the normal person. So we, that is to say, Carter, T, and I usually find some way to trick Daniel into visiting the infirmary when he's sick. Otherwise under normal circumstances, he wouldn't dream of going. And so Daniel's still coming to the base under the mistaken impression that we're all still having the meeting when what were really going to do is take a little stroll…err, visit to the infirmary." Jack said with a small very smug flourish.

Cameron smiled slightly, "that's very Slyth…sly of you, sir." Jack couldn't help but notice that Mitchell changed what he was going to say mid word, but for the life of him Jack couldn't figure out what he was going to originally say. Deciding to think nothing of it, Jack leaned forward and said, "Now here's what we're going to do…"

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"I've died and gone to hell," Daniel muttered dejectedly as soon as he found out he was out of coffee.

Could his day get any worse? Daniel hoped to high heaven that the answer was no. He rubbed distractedly where his old lightning bolt scar had been, thankful that it had disappeared when Voldemort had truly died, while he glared angrily at his empty coffee canister, trying to remember exactly when he'd used the last of the life giving substance. 'Must have been Friday right after Cameron dropped by to check on me.'

At first Daniel had been rather annoyed to be woken up by the harsh rapping on his apartment door, but when he noticed what Cameron had brought to make up for the rude awakening, he'd counted the wake up call as a blessing. Daniel had always had a soft spot for good old tomato soup, especially if he could have it with dinner rolls. 'Trust the man to come prepared,' Daniel thought sardonically. He'd actually been rather glad for the company however brief it had been. Dr. Lam had given strict orders to any and everyone that Daniel usually worked with that Daniel was not to be disturbed for any reason, so Daniel had been alone since he'd left the base other than the odd call from Jack and his team. Mostly, though, they had left Daniel alone so that he could recuperate.

Daniel hated it.

It was rather surprising how much he'd looked forward to spending time with people, his friends in particular. Such a change from before, back when he'd been Harry Potter.

Make no mistake, Daniel had been a people person all of his life- but circumstances had almost totally negated what social interaction he could have. Before he attended Hogwarts, Daniel's cousin Dudley had simply not allowed him to have friends, chasing away and severely bullying anyone who had dared to even associate with him. His Aunt Petunia had been no help whatsoever, as she, along with her bull of a husband Vernon Dursley, had told anyone who would listen that he was an attention seeking brat; a miscreant who would spew lies as soon as he opened his mouth. His overly large, ratty hand-me-downs that served as his clothes did little to disprove their slander. Daniel blamed it on Dudley's lack of taste.

Then, when he'd attended Hogwarts, he'd made the two best friends a guy could ever have. Despite how much trouble that continued to find him year after year Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger continued to be Daniels faithful friends. It never ceased to amaze him how they had always determinedly stuck by him. Even after the Department of Mysteries fiasco they'd stayed true.

Hermione, bless her determined know-it-all soul, had even thoroughly researched the veil of death that Sirius, his godfather, had fallen though. Not that all her hard effort had ever turned up anything but to confirm that, yes, Sirius Orion Black was well and truly dead. It still helped Daniel a hell of a lot to know as much about the damn thing as possible. That knowledge more than anything else helped him accept that yes Sirius was truly gone and nothing could or would bring him back. That knowledge, that research, had given Daniel what Dumbledore with all his pretty words about destiny and nobility could not- it had given him closure.

And Ron? Ron helped bring Daniel out of the pit of despair that he'd fallen into just as much, if not more, than Hermione had. Almost as soon as Ron had gotten a letter identical to the one Hermione received telling them that Daniel would understand it if they wouldn't or couldn't stay friends with him because of the amount of danger he was constantly in, hell the kind of danger he attracted or just charged straight into all the time, that he would understand perfectly. Hell, he'd warned them away himself. Ron had left the Burrow with out anyone's knowledge and flown to Surrey on his broomstick under the invisibility cloak that Daniel had left with him for safe-keeping during the summer. As soon as Ron had landed on Privet Drive, Alastor Moody, who had been on watch at the time, informed Ron's frantic mother of her youngest son's whereabouts. Then he sat back and enjoyed the spectacle that followed.

When Daniel had woken up a couple of hours later, he was informed by an absurdly gleeful Nymphadora Tonks that yes, he'd seen right, and no, it hadn't been a Death Eater under polyjuice potion, thank you very much, Daniel had indeed been punched out by his best friend. As soon as Daniel opened the door to Number four Ron had punched him out, furious as hell that he'd even considered that either he or Hermione would or could value their friendship so little as to leave him over a little Death Eater attack. Apparently it had been one hell of a punch because his whole left eye became so swollen that he couldn't see out of it for a good three days, and no one would fix it. Apparently everyone involved felt that he had deserved it for valuing Ron and Hermione's friendship so little, and no one would care to see it from his point of view, that he was just trying to protect those he held dearest by pushing them away. Ron, the good friend that he was, had refused flat out to leave Daniel's side for the rest of the summer, and for once Daniel had an ally on Privet Drive. His Aunt, Uncle, and cousin had grudgingly allowed Ron to stay, after throwing a spectacular tantrum. Luckily they only had to stay another week before being whisked off to number 12 Grimmauld Place, where Hermione promptly slapped Daniel before dissolving into tears. After that moment the three friends had grown even closer than they had before. No one absolutely, no one could tear them apart.

And then it had happened.

It had been a gorgeous fall day. A nice, windy Saturday; perfect weather for Hogsmeade, and on Halloween as well. What more could anyone ask for? Most of the students that could go had enjoyed a lovely day in Hogsmeade. Zonko's, Honeyduke's, and the newly opened Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes (Hogsmeade location) had booming business, full of students eager to buy pranks, candy, or a combination of both. Madam Puddingfoot's was full of couples young and old. Both the Three Broomsticks and Hogshead pubs had quite a few patrons enjoying a nice drink, whether it be firewhisky or butterbeer. It had been the perfect day. The Death Eaters evidently concurred

Ten students, two teachers, and fourteen townspeople had been killed outright, but the Death Eaters hadn't been satisfied with just that. Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Jeremiah Derwent, two sixth years and a first year respectively, had been taken for Voldemort to 'play' with. Daniel was forced to watch the whole thing, courtesy of his curse scar. He saw Ron desperately attack Voldemort single handedly, roaring with apoplectic rage as he was held back by a faceless Death Eater and forced to watch Voldemort 'play' with Hermione and Derwent. He saw Hermione futilely try to protect the terrified first year. He had been the first to die. Voldemort, tiring of his anguished screams and Hermione's helpless cries had ended it with a blast of green light. Hermione and Ron were not so lucky. Three days later, after countless crucioes and cutting hexes, Tom ordered Ron put under the imperius curse and forced him to cast Avada Kedavra on Hermione. Ron overcame the curse, though, and refused to hurt his Hermione. Voldemort, in a fit of rage at Ron's impertinence, cast a powerful enough bludgeoning hex to kill both Ron and Hermione outright. For three days straight Daniel witnessed true bravery, he saw his two friends who he considered to be his family more than anyone else defy Voldemort at every turn. After Daniel awoke from his Voldemort induced vision he refused to speak for nearly a month.

Daniel vowed from then on that he wouldn't let anyone else get close to him, a vow which was quickly broken once he'd met Selien. Selien and Remus were the only people he opened his heart to, and after Remus' death and his separation from Selien for both their safeties he hadn't let anyone else in. That is until five years later when he'd met this damn annoying military officer by the name of Jack O'Neill in the sandy desert of Abydoss. They had met in the desert, but it was a year after he'd met him, when Jack had come back to Abydoss to tell him of two aliens that had entered the Earth's Stargate looking for something, that he'd truly started to befriend the man. Slowly but surely Daniel began to let his team into his heart; Jack O'Neil, Samantha Carter, T'ealc, and, more recently, Cameron Mitchell became part of his 'family'. Not that he'd ever tell them that, of course, but each of them brought a unique quality to their friendship that awed, amused, and sometimes even scared Daniel, not in a bad way of course. Jack with is boyish attitude was fun to watch, especially knowing how he considered his former team his "kids". That made him pretty dangerous, because even though Jack projected that immature boyish attitude Daniel knew that he was terribly overprotective of all of his team. If anyone ever hurt them, then god have mercy on their souls because Jack O'Neill certainly wouldn't. Samantha with her amazing knowledge and- dare he say it, Know-it-all tendencies reminded Daniel of Hermione, and he considered her a sister just as he had considered Hermione one. She was someone he could talk to on the same intellectual level and not feel like he was talking over her head. She was his equal. Daniel's life with Sha're, his Abydosian wife, was taken away from him by one of the people he called family, but he learned to forgive. Daniel knew well the trap that T'ealc had fallen into, he had grown up believing in a false doctrine of absolute worship, in some ways the Gou'auld reminded Daniel of Voldemort and his arrogant ways, and he was immensely proud that T'ealc had left their service, he was also glad that they became friends. Teal'c had this innate nobility in him that was truly astounding. And Cameron, of course- the newbie was almost as fun to interact with as Jack was, as they both had the same quirky sense of humor, though Cameron had a much better poker face; sometimes no one could tell if he was joking or not, it made debriefings amusing at least. Daniel didn't know what he would do if anything happened to any one of them.

Daniel sighed as he came back to the here and now. But he was losing someone, wasn't he? The only person from his earlier life that he considered family was dying. She had become a mortal in the act of saving him, and now she was dying. The feeling of unease had been building up for the last couple of weeks and no matter how much he tried to deny what it meant he couldn't. He felt the bond grow weaker day by day, hour by hour. It hadn't been much of a bond, really- just something in the back of his mind, a feeling, an assurance, really, that his sister was well and safe… And now it was as weak as a piece of frayed string, ready to snap at any second. Daniel shuddered as he bent down to tie his shoes. It wouldn't be long now, until he lost another person.

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It was cold.

No, scratch that, she was cold, bitterly so. No matter how much she tried to though, she just couldn't get warm, no one could remedy that either.

God I hate hospitals.

Antigone Black closed her eyes and tried to ignore the cold that was slowly enveloping her body, tried to ignore the stabbing pains all over her. She tried not to think about the cancer that was waging war on her body, and winning. Instead she focused on the warm comforting body of her seven year old daughter Selien.

Yes, she had a child; two of them, in fact. Selien, seven, and Harry, ten. She loved them dearly and couldn't be prouder of the both of them; though she knew that she hadn't even seen what their full potential could be, she knew that both of her children would be great. She knew just a few months after each had been born that they possessed magic. Antigone just hoped that her husband could forgive her for only telling him about it in a letter, one he would only receive after she died. Antigone knew it wasn't particularly fair for him to find out in this way, but she also didn't think it was fair for her to be taken away from her children when they were so young. She wouldn't get the chance to watch them grow up or learn magic, their birthright. Antigone could only hope that her husband would forgive her, in time.

Joseph… She could tell that her sickness was hitting him hard. Though he tried not to let the strain and grief he was feeling show, Antigone could see it anyway; she knew him much too well not to.

Antigone and Joseph met in a French coffee shop one rainy April day thirteen years ago and had immediately hit it off. He was a young aspiring writer and she a lone intrepid backpacker, if it seemed at first glance to be an odd pairing that's because it was. The two had barley anything in common; it was really their mutual love of history that started the unlikely relationship. Both accidentally met up again at a symposium on Napoleon a few days later where Joseph got up the courage to ask Antigone out, one date led to another and a year later they were married in Italy.

They were pleased and surprised when they found out Antigone was pregnant with little Harry, and after initial fears were shot down they found out that they were indeed wonderful parents. They settled down back in Italy, where they had been married, to be closer to his family. Joseph was appointed as a history professor while Antigone stayed at home raising her child and researched the origins of the 'myths' of the legendary vampires, and other myths of the Occult.

Four years later when they found out that she was pregnant with another child, a girl this time. Antigone moved in with Joseph's parents during the difficult pregnancy while Joseph was teaching in America for a six month teacher exchange program that he couldn't get out of, regrettably. Selien was a true daddy's girl, all she had to do was give her father the lost puppy look and he would cave in to her every whim. It was absolutely adorable to watch.

Joseph was truly devoted to his family, and when he had found out about his wife's illness he started looking for the best medical facilities to help her. The only reason the family didn't go to America to help her (the cancer institute in Texas was purportedly one of the best) was Antigone's absolute emphatic refusal to do so. Antigone knew that their was nothing anyone could do to help her, by the time anyone had caught it the cancer was already in an advanced stage and if she was in the same country as her 'brother' Daniel then she knew she wouldn't have the restraint she knew she would need and would try to contact him. It may have been fifteen years but she still remembered how bad it had been for Daniel, and how badly she had come to be seen by wizards and some vampires, her clan not included. So the family had not gone to America, they moved to London instead to be closer to the medical facilities for Antigone.

Unbeknownst to anyone Antigone drew up her will, both Wizarding and muggle. With the help of the Gringotts goblins and a muggle solicitor who just happened to know about the wizarding world (apparently she was a relation to Molly Weasley and had moved up from accounting years ago) Antigone secretly finalized her will. It included one huge letter for her family and letters personalized for each of her children and her husband saying her goodbyes and explaining about her past. In the letters to her children she had to make the tale entirely G-rated, while her husband got the full, unabridged version. Also, showing her remarkable lack of restraint, she wrote a letter to Daniel; she wanted to tell him goodbye and tell him about the amazing life she had led, and she wanted to thoroughly sound him out about the number of near death experiences he had that she could feel thanks to the bond they shared… But mostly she wanted to tell him how happy she was to have met him. Along with the letter Antigone was sending him a penseive along with a few memories she thought would be important to share, and a few nick knacks that she felt he deserved to have. Antigone just hoped that no one discovered their identities because of what she had done.

A gentle nudge on her arm brought Antigone out of her thoughts. Selien was looking up at Antigone from where he lay nestled under her mothers arm.

"Mamma?"

Antigone smiled down at her daughters beautiful face, a strained pain-filled smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Yes dear heart?" She hated how strained and weak her voice sounded to her ears.

"Mamma, are the angels going to take care of you when you go away?" Selien was crying silently, fat tears falling down her pale face. Antigone wanted desperately to reach up and wipe those tears away but she was tired, so very tired. All she really felt like doing was sleep, but she knew that once she did that there'd be no waking up again so she tried to stay as long as she could.

It was Joseph who answered from the corner of the room, "Selien, the angels are going to lift your mamma away from the pain she's in and sing her angel songs, and even though you wont be able to see her, your mamma's going to watch over you because sweetie, the angels are going to make your mamma one of them, an angel." Selien smiled through her tears as her father came to stand next to the hospital bed.

Antigone sent him a grateful loving smile and then gave him a meaningful look, it would be soon. Harry, who had been sitting at her bedside holding her hand caught it, and chocked back a sob. Antigone gave her son a smile full of love and then said so softly that they all had to lean forward to hear her, "Love you all so much," before giving in and falling into a deep slumber that they all knew she wouldn't wake up from.

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Daniel dropped his keys.

He felt cold and wanted to deny the certainty that was welling up inside. It was time; Antigone was going to die soon. 'No, no I'm not ready. I'm not ready to loose her too!"

"Daniel dear, are you quite alright?" the voice of Mabel Rosen asked from the open doorway of her apartment directly across the hall from Daniel. "Maybe you shouldn't go to work today, I'm sure all that deep space telemetry can wait another day." She continued as she bent down to pick up the morning paper a look of concern on her face.

"You know Mrs. Rosen, I think your right. I'll just call Jack and let him know I'm not coming in today." Daniel said grateful for the excuse given to him by his well meaning neighbor. Surely Jack would understand that Daniel was still sick, another day would be okay.

Right?

Wrong, apparently, Jack needed Daniel to come in today and there were no if ands or buts about it. Finally Daniel pulled out his wild card, the ace tucked up his sleeve. "Ja-ack! Seriously have you ever known me to not come in when you wanted me to? I happen to know that the only thing that was happening today that was even of nominal importance was that meeting. Don't think I can't see through you mechanisms, I know you were planning on roping me into the infirmary; I've known you too long not to have. I'm sorry but you will just have to wait."

Their was silence on the other end of the line that Daniel took as Jack being either surprised that his archeologist knew what he was undoubtedly planning or annoyance at Daniels obvious reluctance to come into work today, despite the earlier phone call. Daniel would never know though because he suddenly felt a cold wash of pain flow over him and he knew that it was time. "Jack please I promi…" Daniel never finished his sentence. He dropped the phone and struggled desperately to stay upright as another wash of cold pain washed over him. He never heard the concerned then desperate shouts over the phone for him by one rather worried Jack O'Neill, as he had fallen unconscious at this point.

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The building was constantly occupied by many people, but perhaps one of the most interesting of them to watch over was the quirky archeologist that inhabited the apartment of the south end of the third floor. The occupant that was currently collapsed and apparently unconscious in the living room of his apartment.

The building was worried.

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Translations:

Mulits Post Annis – or - many years later.

From last chapter: ya know the long spell thingy, or at least my pitiful attempt at one:

From head to heel

From possibility to actuality

From feet to head

There is a middle ground in things

The world wants to be deceived

With yet a stronger reason

With united powers

Send out light and truth

Nothing comes from nothing

I was what you are; you will be what I am

The appearances of things are deceptive

Let it be done

The name being changed

Let it be done, so mote it be.

Authors Note:

About Cancer treatment: I have only heard that Texas has pretty good medical facilities, such as the MD Anderson cancer center. My grandmother recently recovered from breast cancer and thus I have a small infinitesimal idea of what the families of cancer victims go through. I dedicate this chapter to the families of cancer victims and to the Cancer victims themselves.

About the different P.O.V's: yes I intend to have a couple of different P.O.V's but mainly Daniels, and possibly Jack's just because he's pretty fun to write about. Go yo-yo's!

Updates: okie dokie so here's the low down on future updates. I plan to update at least once every two weeks, but (yes theirs always a 'but' isn't there?) I am in school and thus I might not be able to update regularly. I will try my damndest to update regularly though. Please bear with me, I am trying.

What the heck is this story about: well I have read quite a few crossover stories concerning Harry Potter and Stargate S.G.1 the main one that I absolutely adore would be Two Worlds by Maristy2, sadly its not up on this site, but it still kicks major booty. Also, Crumpets aren't my style by Marz1 are by far the best ones I have read thus far. I plan for this story to be more than the team finding out about Daniels past and the repercussions of that, but also add a little political intrigue and vampirism to the mix and you have quite the funky story. I do hope you enjoy what my sometimes convoluted mind comes up with.

Thanks again for reading Reviews are greatly appreciated. Seriously folks you don't know how happy I was to see the reviews for the prologue, especially the supper long one, that helped me answer some questions of my own and cleared up the plot immensely.

Kira

Beta's Note: Hi all! This is an absolutely fabulous story, Kira did a great job and you should review. See the pretty purple button? Just press it and leave a few words- questions you have, opinions, anything. Reviews make both Kira and I feel good, so be nice and leave one. :) Thanks!

Torina Archelda