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, 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 – It is easier to do one's duty to others than to one's self. If you do your duty to others, you are considered reliable. If you do your duty to yourself, you are considered selfish.
Thomas Szasz
Chapter 5 – Meroriter
"The most remarkable difference between magical buildings and non-magical ones is the amount of information they can remember about their inhabitants. Both a muggle hotel and a wizarding one, for example, can remember that they hate the murderer of one of their occupants- but only a magical building will remember why it hates the person. The depth of the memory, in a word, of a magical building is much more sophisticated than that of a muggle one."
The reason that magical buildings possess this ability is because they draw upon the latent magic around them; from wizards and witches, to spelled objects. Magic, being alive in an untraditional sense, wants to give life to anything it can. A good example of this giving of life is a certain umbrella stand that sits in the entryway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was given to Arisellie Black almost a century ago, and, with its extended stay in a house filled with such dark magic, it developed its own personality, and a rather cranky one at that. It could tell right off that Miss Nymphadora Tonks was indeed part of the line of Black- but had been disowned. Acting on this knowledge, it made a habit of tripping the klutzy Auror.
This is but one example of a house, and its belongings, extending negative behavior towards its inhabitants. The most memorable example of this phenomenon is the behavior of the selfsame Number 12 Grimmauld Place toward one Sirius Black. Ever after he was disowned from the Most Noble House of Black, this house never gave this man a sense of peace. It actually gave of a negative air the whole time Mr. Black remained within its walls. This could attribute towards his brash behavior May 1996. Whatever the reason for his behavior… A major theory, and perhaps the only one that explains the sentience of houses, is that after enough time the latent magic inside of buildings gathers up enough power to actually give the house a heart, or to be more specific, a center of power. Some of the older wizarding families that were more sensitive to magic actually designated a room where they would practice some of their more energy inductive spells in hopes that any latent magic would stay in that given area. This led to magical houses and buildings centralizing their power; in this centralization they developed sentience and, as a result, a heart. Many people doubt that houses actually have emotions, be they magical or muggle. The difference between the emotions of magical and muggle buildings is that with the addition of magic buildings felt the emotions of their inhabitants and soon developed their own personalities. Whereas muggle buildings just feel the emotions of their inhabitants and have vague senses of how they feel towards their charges.
In this manner Hogwarts remembered Harry. In the heart of Hogwarts, if one were to look, a person would be surprised to see the ghosts of the past.
"Harry!" a bushy haired young woman called fretfully as she and her red haired companion entered a restricted section of the castle.
It had been a week since they had last been allowed to see their friend…no, their brother, and while this visit wasn't exactly sanctioned they both felt justified in seeking out the third member of their small family.
Waking up with a start the young raven haired child of prophesy unsuccessfully tried to disguise the book he had been reading with no avail. "Hermione, Ron, you're not supposed to be here. What if Dumbledore catches you? I know that you mean the best but I don't want you to put yourselves in the path of his manipulations more than you already are…" he trailed off as soon as Hermione picked up the book he had been sleeping on.
"Harry," she said trying to suppress her anxiety. "What are you doing reading this? You know how inaccurate time travel spells are. There purely theoretical. Not a single documented experiment in self sustaining time travel has been successful. What are you trying to do?"
"Mate?" the red haired of the three asked hesitatingly.
"Okay now I don't want you to overreact; Hermione, Ron, but I think I've found a way to freedom. Not now of course, but after this whole…" he used his hands to show that he was searching for the right word. "…this whole fiasco is over with. If I can get to work, I'm going to leave the magical world. Well as much as I possibly can. Maybe I'll wear glamour and change my name at whatever time I end up in. No one will look for Harry Potter if he's already in the public view. I was wondering though," Harry looked hesitatingly at his two friends as though unsure whether to continue on. "Would…could you come with me?"
As he awaited the answer the dusty volume of Theories of Self-Contained Time Travel lay benignly on the table between them.
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Daniel carefully put the tablet from PX8-442 onto his worktable. The translation for this tablet was particularly tricky. The writing looked like Ancient but it was of a different dialect than Daniel had ever come across before – which in and of itself was odd. He became so engrossed in the translation that he didn't even notice when Sam slipped into the room.
"How's it going Daniel?" Daniel jumped so much that he almost dropped the magnifying glass he had been using to look at one particular symbol that was engraved behind all of the rest of the writing.
"Oh Sam," he gave her an apologetic smile, "I didn't even hear you come in."
Daniel gave the impression of a kid who had been caught in the cookie jar. Sam knew that he felt worse than that. She had seen his expression during the meeting in the conference room and as he had been leaving Sam was sure that his expression had been worse, like he had betrayed his best friends, which he had in a way.
Samantha could overlook that though because it wasn't as if he had actively deceived them like Jack had when he had worked undercover to bring down Mayborn. That particular fiasco had hurt Daniel the worst of all the team. The whole team had been under stress for months afterwards. Eventually though they had healed. Though there was still the undercurrent of tension between Daniel and Jack for a little longer until after a particular mission where Daniel and Jack had been separated from Teal'c and Sam; they had been out of touch for three days and Sam had feared the worst. When at last they had stumbled out of the gate they were bruised and beaten but their friendship had been healed.
Sam sighed; she just hoped that the team and Daniel could survive this new 'development.' Daniel wouldn't like this but it needed to be discussed. It had bothered her ever since he mentioned it in the conference room. Sam had to proceed carefully she knew.
"Daniel," she said jumping right into the quagmire, "I know what a thrall is, I need to know what these thrall laws are and how they applied to you." She saw Daniel tense but pressed her point. "Please Daniel, you want us to trust you and believe me, god we do, but you need to trust us as well." Or she could just jump into the thing head first.
Daniel first looked shocked that she had said anything and then resigned. He knew that out of everyone Sam would have been the likeliest to pick up on that particular piece of information. She was The Captain-Doctor after all, or actually now she was the Colonel-Doctor. Daniel would always fondly remember the time that he had first met this amazing woman.
"A thrall, as you already know was, a slave in Scandinavian culture." Daniel paused for a second and continued on. "A thrall law is… What I mean to say it the thrall laws basically enslaved the party or parties that are directly involved in a prophecy."
Samantha knew that Daniel didn't want to talk about this but it needed to be clarified. Daniel needed to start opening up about his past if the team would ever recover, if they ever could. "Daniel, they made you a slave?" she prompted.
Daniel winced, just as Sam knew he would. If she could get away with it Sam would be doing the same damn thing. From what she had inferred, from both the meeting in the conference room and what she knew about thralls (thanks largely to one of the few history classes that she had taken) Daniel had been made into a slave because of this crackpot prophecy. If I ever find these people. Sam would think about that problem when it came up, but for now she needed to get the story out of Daniel while he was slightly more prone to talking; before he closed himself off entirely from them.
"Daniel?" Sam again prompted. Please, Daniel, don't make this harder than it already is, please, she silently begged.
Daniel took a deep breath before he continued on. "Yes Sam, after the Ministry of Magic found out about the prophecy they used the thrall laws against me. I was enthralled– well that's what Hermione called it. After Albus Dumbledore disclosed the Ministry about the prophecy in his eternal infernal political maneuvering; the ministry, no doubt prompted by Dumbledore himself enacted the thrall laws. Laws that had not been used by any Wizarding government in 300 years. Then again, the ministry said that there had been no greater threat to the magical world than Voldemort." Daniel had started out speaking normally but he ended in a near shout. He still couldn't believe that the ministry had done that.
"Daniel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" Sam trailed off her voice filled with sorrow.
Daniel looked at her hard for a moment before his face softened. "Yes Sam, you did. You had a right to know though. I just I haven't thought about it in a long time. I've tried not to think about it. And you need to know about my situation if this organization is going to come into contact with the Wizarding world. Which, unfortunately it looks that that's what's going to happen."
Sam opened her mouth to protest but before she could speak, Daniel, perhaps anticipating her argument, continued on. "Sam, I know that you think the Wizarding world could help with the threats that are mounting against us but they are, or could be a whole new threat on there own. There is a historical prejudice against muggles and muggle-born witches or wizards. A lot of the wizarding world thinks that muggles are second class citizens and not worth the effort to work with. These people have not seen the ingenuity of non-wizarding humans. They haven't seen it because they haven't experienced it. Aside from a very few wizards, wizard kind has cut itself off from muggle society for at least a two thousand years if not more. I know you think they can help, and maybe they can but, please if you deal with them, be careful."
"Daniel," Sam began trying to absorb all of what he had just said, it sounded like he was trying to convince her to have nothing to do with wizards at all, but if he was one, a wizard, then why shouldn't she. Daniel should see that even among the muggles, she thought about that word with distaste, there was a lot of prejudice and hate. Violence and death. He couldn't condemn an entire civilization just because of what they did to him. Samantha would need Daniel to convince Jack to not do just that. The only problem lay in convincing Daniel of the same thing.
This didn't even take into consideration the fact that Daniel had yet to convince Samantha just how magic could work.
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Jack stared at the woman with the bubblegum pink hair. She was a bit of an enigma to him. She seemed to hold some regard for his archaeologist but why, and would she still help him after all these years?
They had been staring at each other for a tense couple of minutes before the woman broke the silence.
"Call me Tonks. Never Nymphadora, only Tonks, and you can't call me Shacklebolt either. That's my husbands' name." The woman, Tonks, babbled nervously. She didn't know who this man was but by the way Harry no Daniel was acting he held this Jack O'Neill in high regard. She hoped that this faith was well placed.
"I, well okay." Jack said unsure of what this woman was doing. He had only really ever heard her called Tonks so why would he call her anything else? But clearly this situation was less than comfortably and she was trying to break the ice so to speak. He should do the same if he wanted to get this resolved as soon as possible. "Okay, well you can call me Jack. Don't call me Mr. O'Neill or General, it makes me sound like the man, and I'm not the man. I work against the man."
Tonks grinned in amusement, before she cleared her throat and began to speak seriously. "I think there is something you need to know before you make any decisions regarding how you handle this situation with Daniel." Jack was about to speak but Tonks overrode him. "I don't know what your relationship with Daniel is but when I knew him he was Harry Potter. Now it's Daniel Jackson, and this man has a life and friends that are completely different from what it had been. Somehow I think it's better than what he had previously had. Can I tell you though about the man I knew? Can I tell you about Harry Potter?"
Jack wanted to say no. No, I don't want to know about this. No, I don't want to hear the Daniel is going to leave. I don't want to hear that you're going to take him away from us. He couldn't though. It was morbid curiosity he supposed but he needed to hear about Daniel's life before he knew him. "Y…Yes," Jack cleared his throat and said again. "Yes, please tell me."
Tonks smiled in understanding, this man thought he was about to hear that Harry, shit, Daniel, was going to be taken away. That he would want to leave. That was the furthest thing from the truth.
"Harry Potter was born the son of Lily and James Potter. He lived with them for about a year, until they were killed by you-know-who." Seeing Jack's confusion she clarified. "I'm sorry, you don't know do you? Here I am just assuming. Harry lived with his parents until they were killed protecting him against Voldemort. After that, the headmaster Dumbledore placed him with Lily's sister Petunia, directly against her wishes. In the will I learned that once the thrall laws were enacted Harry was originally to be placed with Sirius Black. Unfortunately due to some unfortunate circumstances that couldn't happen. Since it was a time of war Lily and James had prepared for the contingency that this might happen. James had a cousin that he was rather close to in San Francisco but Dumbledore in his infinite wisdom didn't inform this person that Harry was alive, and no one else actually knew that Harry should be placed anywhere else other than with his Aunt Petunia."
"Now Petunia and her husband Vernon didn't exactly care for Harry, but that isn't my business to tell you." That got Jack's curiosity tinged, along with an uneasy feeling stirring in his gut.
"Now Harry's real family, now I can tell you about them. Well," Tonks amended her statement. "I can tell you about all but one. Selien, I think Harry called her Antigone in the conference room, her I can't tell you about, I didn't really know her. I know that Harry loved her though. He defended her against the Headmaster among many others. The two people that I can tell you about are Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. I don't know how they met but I thank god that they did."
"Harry never had a proper family until he met Ron and Hermione. They argued just like every family and goodness did they have their problems but more importantly they protected each other fiercely. From anyone and everyone did they protect each other, they were the most tight nit group of individuals that I ever had the privilege to know, and they protected their own. That is until two of them died. When Hermione and Ron died Harry lost what little family he'd had. But now, seeing him with you and the others, well it makes me happy to see that he isn't alone anymore – he has a new family now, you and your team. Please protect him like you would your family. I know he hasn't told you a lot of things about his life but he did it for a damn good reason."
Jack nodded moved by her speech; she would never know just how much Daniel was family to him, the archeologist along with the rest of SG1 even the excitable Mitchell. There was never any doubt in his mind that he would protect Daniel, but this woman didn't know that. It was nice to know that at least someone from Daniels past cared enough to defend him to, in her mind, strangers, unnecessary though it was.
"Believe me Mrs. Tonks, there is no way that I or my team will willingly let Daniel leave. This is his home and he belongs here." Jack said surprising both of them. He hadn't meant to say anything, but it had just slipped out.
Tonks smiled slightly, she knew that it could be considered immoral, what she had just done, but a little legilimency never hurt anyone. Just so long as Daniel never found out, because Nymphadora was pretty sure that she might have delved a little too deeply into O'Neill's mind, he wasn't supposed to have said anything aloud. As an added benefit though, at least the two of them, Tonks and Jack knew where they stood.
"Well," Jack said once he had recovered sufficiently from his outburst, "Why don't I introduce you to the wonder that is computer gaming."
"Sure, first thing though, what's a computer?"
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The hallways of the once decimated British Ministry were gleaming in prosperity. A new golden age had descended upon the wizarding world. It had taken a few years after The Dark Lord Voldemort was defeated but like true British citizens they stayed strong and recovered the glory that they had once possessed. The glory that they knew they had.
There was one dirty little secret that slowly tarnished the glory felt in some hearts. How could they have treated a child the way that they had? How could you live with yourself after forcing someone else to do your dirty work? Yes some felt that they could hide behind a prophecy but even so, why not try to fix a problem before it exploded. Why ignore it? Why make a child stand up and fix what he knew you had broken? But then it was only but a few who thought of these things. Why think of something so disturbing when you could look at the bright society that you had now. Why look back when you could look forward, look at the here and now?
The echoing steps of one man who didn't think this way resounded in the now silent hallway leading to the Minister of Magic. Two undersecretaries stopped their gossiping to stare in shock at this figure. Ever since the appointing of the current Minister of Magic there had been quite a break between the government and Hogwarts school or Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact in the early days of the current administration there had been quite a bit of friction between the two groups. So the figure of Albus Dumbledore quietly asking to speak with Minister Umbridge was rather shocking to undersecretaries Weasley and Bones.
"Mr. Weasley, I would greatly appreciate it if you would tell madam minister Umbridge that I have a matter that is urgently requiring her attention." Albus Dumbledore asked politely.
Percy Weasley shut his now wide open mouth, silently cursed Dumbledore for shocking him so and went to go inform minister Umbridge of the person waiting to speak with her. This ought to be good. I wonder who's going to win. Percy thought idly. The last winner of the verbal debates the two often got into when they were in the same room had been Delores Umbridge. Somehow Percy didn't think that would be the case this time.
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"Daniel," Sam began unsure if she could convince Daniel of something she didn't even know was entirely true. How could she say with entire certainty that the wizarding world deserved consideration and not outright condemnation after what she had heard? They had made her friend a slave. A slave! The real problem, Samantha realized, was that she needed the old Daniel back. The one who would try to save a civilization, who tried to see the problem from all sides; she needed to know that Daniel could still see some good in people. Sam needed to change tactics.
"Tell me about Hermione. You've mentioned her a couple of times today."
Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. Sam wasn't done with talking about the wizarding world by a long shot, but at least she was asking about someone who he truly enjoyed talking about. "Hermione Jane Granger, was the smartest girl, no wait, she was the smartest person that I have ever met. Actually, you remind me of her a lot. If you had ever met her in person you would either instantly love her or instantly hate her. At first I kind of hated her. You see, we met on the first train ride to Hogwarts. She just came into the compartment me and Ron were in and instantly I thought 'what a know it all'. Now that I think about it, I think I was jealous that she was so smart. She fixed my glasses with a spell, and we hadn't even been to a single class yet. She was muggle-born and so this was even more amazing. Hermione, like me, was raised without the knowledge of the wizarding world. So for her to have such a good grip on her magic along with the desire to utilize it, well it amazed me. Ron, though, Ron was instantly annoyed by her. You see she had entered the compartment when he was about to attempt a spell to turn his rat Scabbers yellow. I can say with absolute certainty that his brothers, the ones who gave him the spell, were pulling a prank with him. Suffice it to say the spell didn't work." Daniel smiled for the first time that day, a smile that was almost instantly quelled. She was just like Antigone if those two could have met… Daniel seemed to get lost in his thoughts.
Sam was curious. "What happened to her? Hermione I mean." She also wanted to know who this Antigone was. She had only gotten the briefest information on her. That she had traveled back in time, something Sam found she readily believed. For now though she needed to know what had happened to this girl that had been friends with Daniel.
Daniel instantly stiffened, but answered her question, no matter how painful. "On October 31 1996 Hermione Granger was captured in the raid of Hogsmeade along with two other students; Ronald Weasley and a first year Ravenclaw. Two days later after constant torture by Voldemort and his inner circle of Death Eaters Hermione Granger was killed along with the other two prisoners." Daniel's voice had gone rigidly stiff, lacking in emotion of any kind. "She never did get to tell me if she and Ron would come with me." He said more to himself than Sam.
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George Hammond held onto the armrests of his seat as the private jet took off from its brief stop over in Texas. He was relieved when the pilot announced that the plane was at a stable altitude and heard his fellow passenger breath a sigh of relief.
The man had an imposing figure. Swathed all in black his pale almost translucent skin cut a sharp contrast to his clothes. This man breathed danger in a way few could deny or even try to compare to. George Hammond thought that Anubis, if given the chance, would have tried to take lessons in intimidation from this man. Hammond had been introduced to the man by the magical ambassador of the United American States, Laurence Matherson. Matherson was a nice enough man once you looked past the air of smug superiority he carried around like a bad penny. George met Matherson only a few times before he had abruptly introduced the man now sitting next to him in the jet. Now, while George had been shocked when he learned about the magical world, when he was given the role of Home World Security, he hadn't been very impressed or in awe of the society until he had met Severus Snape, the man sitting beside him now.
"Hammond," Snape said in a quiet and if George wasn't mistaken anxious voice, "I am not sure bringing me into this situation would be very beneficial to your standing with Jackson. When we last knew each other we had a very volatile relationship."
George snorted, "If even half of what you've told me is true Mr. Snape I think that you're quite understating the situation. Nevertheless, for Doctor Jackson to have a fair advantage in this situation he needs to be aware of all the facts. If I'm not mistaken he might even be grateful to know to the extent that he is going to be and is currently being protected by the United American States, along with, of course the U.S. government." George didn't voice his opinion that he felt that Daniel needed to know that this situation wasn't completely unexpected. It was only fair after all.
"You know him far better than I. If you think that Jackson needs to know of my involvement then that is you're in your discretion. I cannot be held accountable for any disagreements that arise between the two of us though." Severus said calmly. He had been quite nervous when Hammond informed him of the telephone call that he had received earlier in the day. The magical world had found Potter and while he still detested the boy Severus could not deny the overwhelming fact that his world owed him. Severus owed him. Despite all evidence to the contrary Severus respected Potter. The fact that he owed Potter a life debt didn't have anything to do with it at all. He would just keep telling himself that it did though, for his peace of mind.
They would be arriving at this S.G.C soon. Snape just knew that this wasn't going to be pretty.
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In his room at the S.G.C. Teal'c sat in Kel'nor'rem, attempting to gain a sense of peace from the unsettling day that he was having. To find out that Daniel Jackson was not who he appeared to be was highly disconcerting. To find out that Cameron Mitchell was of the same situation was displeasing to the Jaffa.
Teal'c had grown accustomed to the presence of the excitable young man and he did not want his opinion of either man to be mistaken.
A knock at his door disrupted the futile attempt for inner peace that Teal'c had been engaging in.
"You may enter." Teal'c said in his usual calm voice.
The door opened and Cameron Mitchell entered hesitantly. "Hello Teal'c, can I join you?"
"The many times that you have attempted Kel'nor'rem have proved futile, but you may indeed join me."
"You see that's sorta what I wanted to talk to you about." At T'ealc's semi-confused look Cameron clarified. "I wanted to tell you why I haven't ever been able to meditate, and I wanted to talk to you about my past, if that's okay with you?"
"Indeed, it is Cameron Mitchell." Teal'c said happy that he wouldn't have to seek out the young man himself.
Cameroon smiled happily and seated himself opposite from Teal'c. "Well," Cameron said jumping into the story, "I was born to the Mitchell family. In the magical world we are one of the leading family's in the U.A.S…."
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In a dusty old apartment building that had been shut down for many years' three mortals a father and his two children were surrounded by eight vampires.
"What do you want with me?" The husband asked Jarak while standing in front of his children.
"You?" Jarak smiled slightly, "Why do you think that we want you? It's the children we want, but for the sake of our impending relationship we thought it best to bring you along, as their father, on this little trip we're about to take."
"What trip?" The husband asked with a sliver of fear tinting his voice.
Jarak answered with the usual aplomb that had earned him his position as the right hand man to the leader of the Vampire Family of Sune. "Oh, their grandfather would like to meet them. He would also like to meet you as well." Then in a graver tone Jarak continued, "Sir, we are all so very sorry for you loss. We felt it the moment she died. Selien was a treasure to us all."
"Selien is my daughter. It's her mother that died." The husband whispered in a broken voice.
To the vampires surrounding him his voice just broke their hearts a little bit more. They could feel his pain and it pained them even more than they had thought possible.
"Please take this rope and we'll be transported to him." Jarak said somberly.
The three mortals took the rope and with a crack of sound the three disappeared. A moment later eight vampires disappeared with the crack of apparition.
The only thing left in a dusty old apartment building was the mice squeaking in fright.
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"Oh Daniel, I am so-"
"Don't Sam, please don't apologize for something you didn't know about nor had any control over." Daniel interrupted in an anguished voice.
Sam needed to change the subject and quick.
After a beat of silence Sam asked something that she had been wondering ever since she had found out about Daniels past.
"So Daniel who was Nick, what I mean to say is, was he really your Grandfather?"
At this Daniel laughed something which soothed Sam in a way she didn't know was possible. It was then that she realized that she had not heard that laugh in quite a while. The past years had been hard on them, the past month especially so.
"Ah Nick, now that is one person that I was sure that I would never see again. I had only met him once after I had traveled back to the past, and not once before. I swear the day we met I was sure that I my cover was blown. I mean, meeting Albus Dumbledore's twin brother when your in hiding is really bad luck, or so I thought at the time. You see Nick's real name is Aberforth Nicolai Dumbledore. He was a real gem, that one. I think that he was equally horrified when he saw me. We were both sure that our covers were blown and that we would have to return to the Magical world. After some, um, strained days," Sam could hear the sarcasm in his voice, "we came to an arrangement. While glad beyond words that we weren't about to be dragged kicking and screaming back to the Wizarding world, we sure as hell weren't going to stay near each other if we could help it. Though, as luck would have it Nick, as he insisted I call him, needed a relative that he could put down for some 'rather annoying paperwork' as he called it. You see he was applying for a passport and permit to South America so that he could study the ruins. The Museum that was sponsoring him were real stringent bastards. So I agreed to pose as his grandson and he agreed to pose as my Grandfather. It made the whole process easier, and we found that we felt safer, now that we had someone who could say that we were related to. It sounds like a bit cold but we didn't want to be found by Dumbledore or the magical world."
Sam was stunned. She didn't know how Daniel could keep up with all of this. A man posing as a grandfather who was the brother of the person who helped to enthrall him; how could he have…? Sam just stopped thinking right then. This whole fiasco wasn't logical, made no sense. It's not as if everything made sense or could. Sam found that the most fucked up situations usually didn't make any sense what so ever.
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The security Guard at level one was happily playing his RPG character DarkWarLordElf on the computer at the security desk. It had been a slow day so far, one of a very few that he had encountered while at Cheyenne Mountain.
Originally Jordan had been posted at the security desk at level sixteen, the only level that there were two different elevators, one going up to ground level and the other going down another forty levels to what he had been told was the Stargate. Jordan only saw the Stargate once when he had been transferred downstairs from NORAD, at that time he had been just released from a dangerous sniper assignment. To say that it hadn't gone well would be an understatement, but in the end everyone involved had been brought out alive. Jordan was given the pick of assignments and had chosen this posting; primarily because his sister worked here.
When Charlie first told Jordan that she was working on deep space telemetry in Cheyenne Mountain Jordan instantly had been suspicious. Why would the government need a Historian whose field of study was a cross section of Babylonian Mythology with Egyptian and Norse Background? As soon as Jordan had been debriefed he found out the answers to his questions.
Jordan triumphantly killed his opponent TonksGriffinLady, smiling in triumph as he read her message of congratulations. A throat being cleared above him alerted him to the presence of another person. As soon as he looked up Jordan's smile disappeared. It was the former head of the S.G.C. Jordan had been caught slacking off by his former boss and a General to book. In short Jordan was royally screwed.
Standing behind Hammond was a tall scowling man dressed all in black. Jordan, former black ops trained sniper gulped.
Damn. His day just got a whole lot worse.
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"Harry," Hermione began uncertainly, only to be cut off by an outraged voice.
"Granger! Weasley! What do you think you're doing here? This area of the castle is off limits. 100 points from Gryffindor." Severus Snape snarled in cold anger.
Unbeknownst to the three teens Snape had been eavesdropping on the conversation the whole time. In fact if Granger and Weasley hadn't entered when they had Snape had been prepared to wake Potter himself. Luck, is all that kept me from that. Hogwarts sent a small sign of exasperation towards the potion master to express her annoyance with the situation and with the potions master in general. Snape in his usual way ignored her.
"Leave now, before you lose even more points from your House, along with the detention that you will both be serving with me tomorrow night after dinner in my office."
Before Weasley could argue in what Snape and everyone else in the room knew would be outrage Granger nodded and dragged Weasley out of the room. "We'll talk later Harry, be safe." Those were the last words that the two men would ever hear her say.
The only one who knew what would have been said if Snape had given the three but a minute more of peace was Hogwarts herself.
As the scene faded from view in the heart of Hogwarts the many ghosts who had come at the behest of the old castle bowed their heads in shock. Never before had the castle showed them this. Never before had they known that Hogwarts knew about the departure plans of Harry Potter. If they had known about this they wouldn't have believe that Hogwarts would intentionally let him leave, she was too fond of the boy.
From the stone work a soft glow began to emanate. Ever so slowly to the shock of the ghosts a figure began to emerge. This was Hogwarts as she had never been seen. A tall dark haired figure in a dark red dress appeared before the ghosts, Hogwarts appeared.
"My dear ghosts." She said with a small nod in their direction. "Peeves, my sneaky little poltergeist" She smiled at the poltergeist's reaction of worry followed immediately by bemusement. "I have showed you this and appeared before you because our headmaster has found the child of prophecy. He is preparing to bring him back with force." At this the ghosts and Peeves started in outrage, but before they could speak Hogwarts continued on. "I would ask your help in delaying and if possible halting his plans. Do I have your support?"
"You needn't have asked, Madam Hogwarts." Sir Nicholas said with respect. "We all owe Harry more than words. He saved our castle, our home. He saved you from destruction and for that we all owe him a debt." The assembled ghosts agreed.
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Translations:
Meroriter - from memory
Authors Note: An updated chapter after many trials and tribulations – namely my computer died. Luckily it can be saved, though all my files are lost concerning this story, as well as the many other stories I am writing and have written. Luckily I handwrite a lot of my notes so not all is lost. I hope that I have not lost too many readers due to the infrequent updates. I am hoping to update more frequently now that some, err difficulties have been resolved. Any who, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you kindly for reading.
Beta's Note: Gah! Plenty of excuses for why this took so long, but none you want to hear. Hope you enjoyed, and please review, because they make Kira and I happy. Thanks!