TITLE: Deceptive Appearances

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

RATING: TEEN

STORY QUOTE: We require from buildings two kinds of goodness: First, the doing their practical duty well; then, that they be graceful and pleasing doing it.

-- John Ruskin

SUMMARY: When Harry left that world behind he swore he would never be manipulated by the magical community again. What happens when a manipulative headmaster and power hungry friends turn up looking for Harry Potter? How will the members of SG-1 react to learning Daniel/Harry's colorful history? Will Daniel be thrown to the wolves or will the members of SG-1 teach the members of the magical community that no one ever mess's with 'Their' Archeologist?

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.

CHAPTER QUOTE: The great thinker is seldom a disputant. He answers other men's arguments by stating the truth as he sees it.

-- Daniel March

BETA'S NOTE: Not much different from the original, just a few grammar/spelling/syntax and clarification changes. But it's all shined up now, and if you want to reread it or are hardcopy/printing it, here's the real deal.

CHAPTER 4: liberum arbitrium

There was the distinct sound of footfalls approaching. The slumbering room took note of this and slumbered no longer. It made sure that the ambient atmosphere in the room was cool, calm, and collected. The Building was rumbling of distant trouble afoot.

The Conference Room made itself ready for the arguments and explanations that were due to unfold with in its walls.

The footfalls stopped at the door. The knob turned and the door slowly opened…

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Daniel woke up to the sound of arguing… loud arguing.

"Who the hell do you think you are, cause don't think for one minute that you're taking Daniel away from here, good explanation or not." Ah, the tranquil sounds of one Jack O'Neill. Tranquil, yeah right.

Daniel sighed, so much for a quiet morning. He was about to sit up when he realized two things. One, he was not in his apartment; and two, his adoptive sister was dead. Swallowing back the lump in his throat and deciding his day couldn't get any worse, Daniel opened his eyes and tried to sit up: only to discover that karma was a bitch and he should never come into work on Mondays. Standing not four feet from him were two people he had hoped never to see again, as in never ever.

Tonks was the first to notice that Daniel was among the living, but considering that everyone else seemed to be in a bit of a stand-off with Mad-eye Moody, Daniel didn't feel too angry that not a single member of his team noticed he was awake. He hoped that somehow he could get out of explaining what these people were doing here, but he had the strangest feeling that he had told them about his world while he had been out. He kept getting the oddest feelings that he had been awake while he had been asleep. Very strange.

"I really don't see as you have a choice, muggle, he is a citizen of our world and we are taking him back where he belongs. Now if you would get out of my way!" Daniel could see the beginnings of a disaster brewing as Alastor Moody began to stalk over towards his infirmary bed. Cameron and Teal'c moved to get into his way and Sam and Jack moved to shield Daniel from the approaching threat that was a crazy ex-Auror.

Before Daniel could think of a way to stop the situation from escalating into an Muggle-Wizarding incident Tonks took the initiative.

"Wotcher, Harry." She chirped from the doorway where she had not moved since entering the room.

Everyone turned to face him.

Daniel considered not answering but knew from the look on Jacks face that it would be a serious mistake to deny anything now. "It's not Harry anymore, Tonks, its Daniel."

Tonks seemed mildly taken aback by the name change, though she really shouldn't be as he had confided to her about leaving the magical world behind. She had been the only person to know about his and Antigone's travel plans before they had happened. That had only been after he had been given the wizarding equivalent of morphine, so he'd been a little loopy at the time, and his lips had been loose. Luckily she had kept that information close to herself and not gone running to the headmaster, or else Daniel was sure that he would never have been able to make that trip.

"Daniel, hmmm." She tried out the name for size. "Okay then, wotcher, Daniel," she said in a perky voice.

Daniel tried and failed to withhold a snort. "Wotcher, Tonks."

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All of the members of S.G.1, along with Nymphadora Tonks and Doctor Lam, were closeted in the briefing room to find out just who two of their teammates were. Daniel Jackson and Cameron Mitchell had a lot to explain.

"So", Jack began, "Would you like to explain to us just who you two are?" he gave Daniel a very disappointed glare. Though he was glad as hell that the one eyed maggot had decided to leave to report to his boss, it would make the whole process of telling those "wizards" to piss off a bit harder considering Daniel and Ms. Tonks' reaction to …what was his name? Oh yeah, Moody's announcement and departure, but Jack could almost see the tension leaving Daniel a little bit once that man had left.

Daniel gulped and asked hesitatingly, "Did you tell anyone about this-" he paused and began again. "What I mean to say is have you called anyone to check up on our story thus far?"

Jack sighed and ran his hands through his hair before answering. He knew that Daniel was going to get even more panicky after this. "Yes I called General Hammond and explained the situation. He confirmed what you've told us by the way. Oh, and he said he's going to pay us a visit and sort out a few things with our friend here." Jack said, gesturing toward Tonks idly.

Daniels face had gone pale at the mention of Hammond, but all in all Jack thought he was taking everything fairly well; though Daniel did look rather confused that General Hammond would know anything about 'magic'.

"Now that I've answered your question Daniel, do you think you can explain what the hell is going on here?" Jack said coldly, his patience running out.

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Tears fell down the girl's cheeks unchecked as she watched the men lower her mother's casket into the grave. Never again would she hear stories of fantastical beasts and wondrous games. She would never hear her mother talk about the boy who grew up in a closet to become one of the world's greatest heroes. That had been her favorite story. It wasn't the story that was important though, it was the person telling it. The person whom, in her eyes, was the most important in the world. The most loved and cherished being alive.

Selien missed her mom.

She was so busy watching the men work that she never even registered the four people approaching her father and brother. Even if she had she wouldn't have cared – if something was going to go wrong her father and if necessary her brother would take care of her – they always had.

The little girl with the golden-blonde hair only took notice of the men when her father grabbed her and her brother in a protective embrace.

"I don't care who you represent or who you think you are, you are not taking my children!"

A man in a long billowing cape only shrugged as he threw a net over the three.

With a loud popping noise Selien and her family were portkeyed away, the four nameless men following directly after- leaving three shocked grave diggers gaping at the empty space where they once had been.

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"Okay I guess I'll start. I don't know how you fit into any of this so you'll have to explain your side of the story." He told Cameron who nodded slightly, still looking a bit dazed.

Daniel sighed and took a deep breath. Time to tell this thing. "I was born Harry Potter. My parents were James Potter and Lily Evans Potter, and the three of us were part of the magical community. Meaning that my mother was a witch, and my father and I were wizards.

"Now at the time that I was born the magical world was embroiled in a war against a man who called himself Lord Voldemort." Everyone could here the capitalization in his voice. "Voldemort, or as he was born Tom Marvolo Riddle, led a campaign to rid the world of muggle-born and half-blood wizards and witches. Even though he was a half-blood himself, he advocated pure-blood supremacy; rather like Hitler now that I think about it."

Daniel noticed Sam quietly taking notes next to Jack and walked over to her for a second. "Hey Sam, do you mind if I borrow that for a second." She looked at him wordlessly for a second, puzzled, but nonetheless handed him her notes. "Thank you," he said.

He looked down to see what she had written so far.

Wizarding Society – Daniel lecture.

Daniel – Harry Potter.

Parents – James Potter

Lily Evans-Potter

Does Daniel have any family still alive?

War – Voldemort / rest of society? What was it about?

Lord Voldemort Tom Marvolo Riddle. Something with the names seems interesting, but what.

Half-blood, pureblood, muggle-born what do these mean. Prejudice.

Hitler – doesn't sound nice.

Daniel paused for a second before writing something on the paper and wordlessly handed it back to Samantha before he continued on with his lecture.

Sam looked down to see what he had written.

Tom Marvolo Riddle I am Lord Voldemort.

"I'm going to stop here and define a few terms so that I don't confuse any of you."

Sam gave him a grateful smile.

"A muggle is any non-magical person, like," Daniel looked around the room for a second for someone receptive to pick out. Jack still looked agitated so he was immediately out of the question. Teal'c was giving Daniel and Cameron his first-prime stare; Daniel didn't even want to think about pissing him off anymore. Doctor Lam had already been picked on enough by his magic, or so he had heard, he would give her a respite. So he picked the only person he knew was interested in knowing this stuff because she was taking notes. "Sam."

"Muggle-born means that you're a witch or wizard with magical ability with two muggle parents. My friend Hermione Granger was a muggle-born." Daniel said his gaze suddenly distant and very pained. He thought he was over her death but truth be told he had avoided thinking about her as much as possible, avoided thinking about the magical community as a whole. Tonks made a little gulping noise in the background and her hands were gripping the table so hard her knuckles were white. Cameron's lips had thinned slightly at seeing his friends' troubled expression, but didn't do anything else. He had heard about Daniels friends' deaths, every one in the magical community had heard about the war's most famous casualties. Daniel shook his head slightly, his mind back on the present, and continued on with his explanation. The other people in the room shared a worried look, what the hell was going on here?

"A half-blood is any wizard or witch who has one muggle-born parent, like, oh say, me." Daniel said lightly. "And finally, a pure-blood is any wizard or witch born to two pure-blood parents. There are only a few old families who are pure-blood left, or at least there were ten years ago. The Weasleys, Malfoys, and Longbottoms jump to mind, the Black line died out eleven years ago with the death of Sirius Black." Even in full lecture mode the whole room could tell that Sirius had been someone that Daniel had known.

"Okay, now that I've cleared that up, back to the story. As I was saying Voldemort was leading his followers, whom he charmingly enough called Death Eaters, on a rampage seeking power and killing anyone who wasn't a pure-blood. The war was going badly for the light. Whole families were murdered and no matter what the ministry did, they couldn't stop him. The Order of the Phoenix, a vigilante group, met with similar results."

"Then one day the headmaster of Brittan's foremost magic school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus Dumbledore decided to interview the great granddaughter of a famous seer for the divination position. That day Sybil Trelawney made one of her two true known predictions. She spoke of a prophecy." Daniel stopped for a moment as if to try and remember something important.

"Ah yes, now I remember, did Dumbledore ever tell you the full prophecy, Tonks? I mean I'm sure you guessed it with the enacting of the Thrall laws, but did he ever actually tell it to you verbatim?" Tonks wordlessly shook her head.

"Thrall laws, what are those?" Sam who was now spellbound asked.

"That will come later on in the story Sam, I assure you. It will make sense in the end, though if you already know what the word thrall means; you've solved half the puzzle." Sam nodded her expression suddenly troubled. Jack gave her an inquisitive look but she just shook her head.

"What is this prophecy you speak of Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked bringing Daniel back to his story.

"Right, the prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live with the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…(1) That, Tonks," he said with an amused lilt to his voice, "was the prophecy that Dumbledore cared so much about." Tonks was wordlessly gaping, looking so much like a caught fish, then she started muttering to herself, looking a bit more annoyed by the second.

Daniel turned back to the others and continued on with his story. "Dumbledore, unsurprisingly, was right chuffed to hear that Voldemort could be killed. He hired Madam Trelawney on the spot. She was the Divination teacher for seventeen years before she was killed in a Death Eater raid on Halloween. Unfortunately Dumbledore wasn't the only person to hear the prophecy. One of Voldemort's Death Eaters also heard it, though he was caught and thrown out before he could hear the entire thing."

"I didn't have to be you Harry, there was one other." Tonks burst out.

"Why yes, you're right Tonks, there was one other person besides me it could have been. And please call me Daniel. I like being called Harry now as much as you like being called Nymphadora," he said mildly, while Tonks suppressed an annoyed snarl.

"Now as Tonks just so eloquently said, there were two people the prophecy could have been talking about; me and a fellow by the name of Neville Longbottom. We were both born as the seventh month dies, and both of our parents had defied Voldemort three times, yet the prophecy spoke of the Dark Lord marking his equal. Too bad for old Tom, but his Death Dater hadn't heard that part of the prophecy. Voldemort chose me, the half-blood, as his equal, not Neville, the pure-blood. Rotten luck that."

"So…"

"Rotten luck!" Tonks snarled. "You just call that bad luck! He killed your parents for gods' sakes! I think it should count as more than bad luck."

"Yes, I'm well aware of what Tom did, but if you could please keep in mind that while Neville lost his parents too, he didn't get the lovely scar. I doubt either of our families would have been safe. Besides it's better for my sanity if I just consider it extremely bad luck."

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Alastor Moody had once been one of England's best Aurors... once. Now, after he had been forcibly retired nearly two decades, ago all Alastor could do to stay in nearly the same line of work was to actively move the Order of the Phoenix, the vigilante group headed by his close friend Albus Dumbledore, in the direction that it was always meant to go, active government leadership.

The ministry of magic was fouling up the whole system of government that England's wizards and witches had lived by for several hundreds of years. It was time for a revolution and the Order was the perfect group to lead it.

The average witch or wizard wouldn't just follow Albus Dumbledore anymore though. He had lost too much respect in the last war with Voldemort. He had manipulated the wrong people and it had not ended well for either side. Yes, Voldemort had been defeated, but in reality Voldemort was only the figurehead for a much larger problem. The Death Eaters were not going to simply give up even if their exalted leader was dead. It had taken another year and a half of fighting to bring most of the remaining Death Eaters to justice. Not all of the Death Eaters were taken down- even an idiot like Longbottom knew that. Many just slunk away to fight another day.

Alastor Moody was going to make sure that day never came. And he would start by bringing the fool boy who defeated Voldemort back into the society he belonged in so that Albus could use him to figurehead his run for political office. No one would dare oppose Dumbledore if their exalted savior backed him, right?

Alastor smirked in triumph as he entered the office of the next minister of magic.

"We've found him."

Dumbledore smiled; everything was coming to fruition.

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Two hours later Jack sat in his office, thinking about what Daniel and Cameron had told him.

After Daniel's declaration of 'bad luck,' the meeting had deteriorated rapidly. Daniel had given a brief description of what he called the Second War and Final Battle, along with the whys and how's of his reasons and methods for leaving the Wizarding world. Jack knew that there was something that Daniel was leaving out, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was.

Then there was Cameron Mitchell. Both of them had damn good explanations for hiding their past.

Apparently the idiotic governmental system for this so called magical society prohibited any magical citizen from joining any muggle protection agency such as the armed forces or the police department. If they so much as attended an informational meeting about it the person attending would be subject to an inquiry. Mitchell decided to completely ignore the laws of his people and joined up with the armed forces. As a result his government bound his magic and expelled him from any dealings with the community again. Jack thought that the leaders of this community needed a swift kick in the ass. He thought he might even have Daniel's blessing to do so too, because when Danny had heard this he had looked pissed, whipping around and asking that Tonks girl what the hell had been going on.

Nymphadora Tonks didn't know about Mitchell's specific case but she had heard of several like it. According to her a lot of the magical citizens who were close to the muggle world had been getting fed up with their government and had completely left their world behind. Many violated rules and regulations and were punished accordingly. She looked rather disgusted with her government as she spoke. Jack couldn't blame her– he would feel the same way.

Jack had wondered why people in the magical community couldn't join the armed forces– it was Daniel who had answered that question.

"It's because of exposure Jack. What if your friend was to get shot and you could only save him by magic. Or you were tempted to resolve a conflict using your magic. There's no way something like that could be kept secret. That fear of exposure has been driving the magical community for hundreds of years, and it isn't likely to stop anytime soon."

Jack only hoped that this fear of exposure wouldn't hurt him or his team now that they knew about this secret world. Because he wasn't sure which side Cameron Mitchell or Daniel Jackson would fall on if it did.

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Hogwarts listened as a man who had once been great among its keepers fell deeper and deeper into the pits of evil. Her headmasters oldest friend, the one he had manipulated the longest, had finally found the child of prophesy. Hogwarts was glad that one of its favorite children had been found, but she wasn't at all pleased at the reasons.

Hogwarts listened as two once great men planned and plotted to bring the child, Harry, under their control again. This would bring an innocent to harm and potentially destroy the society that her founders had helped to shape. It would not do. It simply would not do at all.

Hogwarts listened, and Hogwarts planned her response.

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TRANSLATIONS:

Liberum arbitrium – free will

STORY NOTES: (1): Taken from book five of J.K. Rowling's'. i.e., not mine.

2 – The Definition of Thrall is on my yahoo group, links on my authors' bio.

3 – Harry and Selien are Antigone's children.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: hummm…I think I went a bit long on the explanations and I'm not sure if I got Moody's persona right but eh what can I say I don't do paranoid bastard particularly well. Oh dear, this means I'm going to have the same problem with Snape when I bring him into the story, and I'm going to have to add heavy sarcasm too, oh my.

The only thing I can possibly say to defend myself for the unreasonably long delay between chapters is the unfortunate demise of my power cord for my computer – I only just recently got a replacement cord. Sorry for the long delay. Oh and the fantastic sense of timing in that school started like two days after I got my power cord…sorry guys but it might be a while till the next update…though I am getting some pretty kickass ideas for this story and a Stargate Atlantis / Harry potter crossover…I'm pretty excited, though I promise not to start another story unless it's a one shot until this story is completely finished.

BETA'S NOTE: Muahaha! It is finished! Please review, we love you tons and this story of Kira's is absolutely amazing! And after you review, please go to Kira's bio and click on the link to my fics- I'd really appreciate a review as well! Until next chapter, folks!
Torina Archelda