Harry has a different reaction to his near death experience at age nearly seven and become a right little Machiavellian Prince and, as his relatives tell everyone he's a hooligan, he starts bringing their falsehoods to life.
I don't own or derive any material benefit out of Harry Potter or Stargate. This story is not a crossover, though it will feature a certain general from Texas.
Not being American, I know nothing about San Antonio and may get things wrong, a lot. The school is real; the events portrayed are not. Harry has his own views about religion. He's 7, so may not be correct. That doesn't mean he'll change his views. He is rather stubborn.
Christmas was over for another year, but Harry James Potter aka James Hammond wished it would never end. He'd had presents and everything. He hadn't been made to go to his cupboard under the stairs. That evening or night since Harry had pinched a little extra time, as it was Boxing Day.
He said his prayers. Then he read his tattered copy of the Jerusalem Bible. The Book of Job and the Books of Enoch. Harry realised that there was something he had never paid attention to. He liked the adventures the Mighty Hunters or Nephilim got up to. Now, his attention was drawn to the Watchers. Enoch had been the first. They were an organisation of humans that would watch the Nephilim for all time. It dawned on Harry that these Watchers would have been drawn to Jesus to see if he were a Mighty Hunter or what Christians claimed him to be. The Catholic Church might not be too happy with the Believers asking questions about the Watchers and asking them to verify stuff. Harry knew Claudette had a modern copy of his Bible, because he'd seen at the Midnight Mass. He'd ask her about the 3 Books of Enoch.
Harry also didn't recall seeing a photo of George's mum, June. He'd ask George about that. He prayed that Claudette's mum and dad would accept her and take her back into their lives.
The following morning Harry went down to breakfast. The News was on. Some Biker gangs had helped some town in California. According to the reporter they had formerly been Hell's Angels, but had recently become 'Born Again'. Harry noted that there was not a piece of skin visible, it was all covered in tattoos. Harry had thought about getting a tattoo, once, just to shut his aunt up. Then he'd read the rule about killing anyone with a tattoo and decided since his parents were already dead, he wasn't going to tempt fate.
They'd had a Jewish kid for a term at school. Dudley was naturally mean to him. Other kids said it could only be the Jews who'd take 10 Commandments and turn them into a 1000 Laws. Harry had been glad for the time he wasn't the one being attacked. He'd felt a little guilty.
As Harry sat down, he asked, "Mum, I know you've a new modern version of the Jerusalem Bible. I heard that they were planning on taking the 3 Books of Enoch out of the Bible. Is that true?"
Claudette, delighted that James called her 'mum' was pleased to answer, "Yes, they aren't in the Bible anymore. They were ruled 'Unscriptual'."
"Are you ready for me to take you fishing, James," George asked.
"Do you have a photo album with pictures of your mum we can look at whilst the fish are ignoring the bait?"
"I'll go dig it out. Be ready in five." Harry raced around to be ready. He felt like giving the man a salute. So he did. George laughed. They drove to the fishing farm. It was an open stretch of water. They'd pay for any fish they caught, but didn't throw back. George had his photo album. Harry soon had his answer. June looked like the spitting image of Petunia. That ruined Harry's hopes that Petunia had been adopted. Had his mother Lily?
Harry felt guilty. He'd peeked into George's mind. He was hoping for information about aliens and Time Travel. Instead, he found that George was uneasy about a long deployment he was going on. He was taking his 50 F-16Cs to Ramey Airbase, Puerto Rico. The last military plane had left that airbase in 1973. This mission was secretive. George was really uneasy. Cuba figured high in George's worry.
They took half a dozen decent sized trout back with them. George had paid $100. Harry didn't know if that was a good price or a bad one. As they drove, Harry took the plunge.
"You're not the only one with secrets, George. I can see surface thoughts." Harry was seriously shading things here. "I can tell you are worried. I know a place called Cuba is the source of this worry."
"This mission, son, is highly classified."
"If you trusted your briefings, would you be this worried. You don't like lying to your men. I think it'll be blindingly obvious that they are on a covert mission, when they have to change into civvies every time they leave the base or rather civilian airport. So don't lie. Tell them where they are going and why. Sure I'm a child and I've recently ended up somewhere I wasn't expecting and I didn't like it one little bit. I think your men can throw a tantrum just as good as a child."
"My superiors will pull the assignment."
"Dangled a promotion in front of you, did they?"
"Funny you should mention that."
"They send another Colonel and 50 planes with pilots who don't know what they are getting into and let them deal with the results. They'll be back to you, seeing things your way."
"What'll we do if I get fired?"
"We'll have more time to do things together and you can tell me about those people you met," Harry grinned. George kept his thoughts to himself. He was silent during lunch and packed his things and had shipped out by mid-afternoon.
At 17:00 hours he briefed his men.
"Men, at ease, we are about to be deployed on a covert operation. We will be based out of Ramey Airbase. You will leave the base in civilian attire. You will grow your hair longer than is usual and keep your uniforms that bit untidy. Nobody will be going anywhere until we have our story straight and that you can keep under the influence. The security guards are covert ops, which means they will shoot you, if you do not give them the correct password. Remember stonewall Jackson was shot by his own sentry because he didn't think he needed to give the correct response to a challenge. Do not end up like Stonewall Jackson.
We are there to mess up Cuban efforts to resupply their troops in Angola. We'll be gone for 2 years. This is a very long deployment. Your letters home cannot mention what you are doing or where you are doing it."
"Colonel, this way," a military attache said, interrupting George in full flow. George followed the attache. A CIA operative spoke,
"What the hell was that, Colonel?"
"That was a briefing. I've found men under my command respond better when they are told what they are doing and why. I've found it makes for a more responsive and cohesive command."
"Your deployment is pulled. Go back on leave. Report to your CO at 08:00 Monday 4th January 1988. Dismissed." The CIA operative was red in the face. George wondered if it was dietary in nature, but held his tongue. George returned to the House. It was 20:00, but they weren't back from Church yet. James had a quick mouth. George wondered what trouble it had gotten him into. He decided to turn in early. He'd surprise everyone in the morning.
He went down to breakfast to surprise everyone, only to find a scene of disarray. He saw James leaning close to Fred and whispering. George was very good at lip reading.
"I was beaten and used a punch bag by my relatives. I will not tolerate it. You ever raise a hand to me again and I shall kill you." Fred looked ashen as he went to work, right after. James went up to his room and left the house soon after.
"My assignment got cancelled last minute. Claudette what is going on here?"
"Fred spanked James last night at the Church on his bare bottom. James cried, but his eyes were hard as nails. Five times Fred spanked him and the building shook, I swear it did."
Something told George that Claudette knew more than she was telling, but he'd never find out. "Claudette, start at the beginning."
"Okay George. We were one happy family going to church last evening. We all had so much to be thankful for. Pastor Peasbody welcomed everyone. The service was great. Everyone sung the hymns and songs with joy and gusto. Then the Pastor rose to deliver his sermon. Suffer not a witch to live, hate evil and kill evil were his opening lines. James asked me, if he was the only new addition. I told he was. He stood on his seat and demanded to know, if the Pastor were calling him a witch and inciting the good people present to kill him. The Pastor looked at him liked grown a head. The Pastor didn't answer him. James said he would be filing charges.
The Pastor told him to leave. James refused. The Pastor said the Bible was the Word of God and Christians must follow every line faithfully. James said he saw the News report on the Born Again bikers. He asked him, if he was going to preach the Word that all who have a tattoo shall surely die. The Pastor looked shocked. God gave the World to Christ Jesus and his followers, the Body of Christ. James replied that it was not God's to give away. Genesis tells us that God gave this world and the entire cosmos to Adam and Eve and their descendants. Nothing spiritual can walk upon the Earth, except the devil, satan. Everything else has to have human intervention. The demons have tried possession, demon mating with humans, spells and have spawned monsters. Angels have become our guardians. Some have been selected to be Sons of God, the Elohim, and mated with Daughters of Man. That created the Nephilim, the Mighty Hunters. It's one thing to be told, as the Angels were, that a new race would supplant them, it's quite another to see it happening in front of your eyes. Division by language broke the unity of the Nephilim.
The Pastor told James that the Nephilim were vile fallen angels and the devil and his demons were safely locked away in Hell. James just laughed. He asked the Pastor, if he'd every read the Book of Job, he said job. There was God going on about Job's faith this and Job's faith that. James said it sounded like the Sin of Pride. Into God's throne room walked in the devil. God handed over everything but Job's life to Satan. The original deal with the devil, James said. Job's wives and children were all killed. So much for God loves everyone and protects them. Job's faith wins out and he marries again and has a new set of children and bigger herds than he'd had before. The Pastor said faith wins. James said all Job had to do was wait out satan's attacks. That didn't go down well.
James then said the only reason Jesus had any power on Earth was because he was born of Mary. The Pastor had had enough and declared spare the rod, spoil the child. Whereupon Fred spanked him. The Pastor banned him from Church. James said all are welcome except me, I'm disruptive. He looked at Fred daggers drawn all the journey back. Didn't say a word. He went up to bed and we didn't see him 'til breakfast this morning. Fred is terrified of that boy. I am worried now about James' schooling. The Pastor will have reported what happened to the school and it is a Christian school. Even if they let James attend, the Pastor has boys there, one in James year and one in Middle school."
"Don't worry, Claudette, we'll sort it out." George was less confident than he sounded. Claudette had been around enough boy wizards and girl witches to know an outburst of accidental magic was about to happen when she saw it.
James had made the headlines of the San Antonio Express-News that morning under the headline 'Local Boy challenges Pastor to tell Born Again bikers that all who have a tattoo shall surely be put to death'. It did include his spanking. Local police spoke with the Pastor. The Pastor was put out that the police were considering arresting him.
The police visited their home and James made a statement. He was pressing charges. Then he went out again. He only returned in time for his evening meal. When Fred called him on it, James said,
"You just did what he said, without any struggle or debate. How could you?" James stayed at the table. Fred expected him to run away. Fred couldn't answer. George wanted an answer, too.
Harry had been in his mother's trunk, using her wand, reading her journals and casting a few spells. Some spells worked better than others. His two sessions yielded different results. There were some spells that worked better in the morning when he was emotionally worked up and some better in the afternoon, when he was calm and collected.
Amelia Bones was having a fruitless time with her MACUSA counterpart. Hermione had given her the details about James Hammond and his whereabouts. The MACUSA Head of the Magical Law Enforcement kept denying anyone named James Evans had been adopted as James Hammond by any magical family in the Magical US. It took three days before MACUSA accepted that James Evans a magical had been adopted by a No-Maj family.
MACUSA then blamed the British Ministry for not telling them. It was as much as Amelia Bones could do to keep her cool. Placing her monocle in its most intimidating position, she explained, once more that his removal from Magical Britain had taken British Magical authorities by surprise. Amelia gave MACUSA the details. MACUSA kept denying that No-Maj could adopt a magical. It was impossible. Amelia didn't receive any information as to what made it impossible. All she managed to secure was MACUSA's assurance that they would send an Agent from the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Maj Obliviation to the address to investigate.
Amelia Bones contacted Lord Arcturus Black and told him what had happened. Black Enterprises in the USA had several detectives who could track James Evans/Hammond down. Unfortunately, for all involved, the Black Detectives were all on leave. The last Christmas-New Year period they had deployed had been during prohibition to stop their liquor supplies from being destroyed. MACUSA Feds didn't have quite the same holiday shit down, but generally speaking it was the worst agents who pulled that duty.
Aurelius Penvallion IV was proud of his service. He was a real stickler for the rules. He was the least popular agent in Texas that the Bureau could field. He would insist on reading suspects their rights even when his partner was being peppered with cutting curses and the like. There was one crucial piece of information Amelia Bones had not shared, because Hermione hadn't put it on her list of information that she had handed over. That was that Claudette Hammond was a squib.
It wasn't until Saturday 9th January 1988 that Aurelius cornered his suspects, one middle aged man and a young boy. The area was a regular den, there was a trunk, two trunks and evidence of spell work. Whoever had been working magic had removed the trace of magic that built up after use in one place. He stunned both the man and the boy. He wrote up his notes and side-apparated them to the capital. The trunks, one big and one small, were left behind. The small one did expand as the magic wore off. Penvallion IV was very happy.
Harry and George woke up to find themselves cuffed and facing the President of MACUSA, the Head of their DMLE as prosecutor, half a dozen Aurors on guard in case they tried anything and the 12 Aurors of the Magical Jury.
Ringing in Harry's ears was Hermione's injunction to get it established that he was a US citizen or this would go very badly. George reeled off his USAF service number and rank. Harry got it together.
"I am a US citizen," Harry shouted. The MACUSA President asked him, "Aren't you James Evans, a magical?"
"I was James Evans. I am now legally adopted James Hammond, a citizen of the United States of America."
There was 30 minute delay whilst this was verified. The President spoke again, "James Hammond you are accepted as a US citizen."
"I demand privacy and anonymity for both of us."
The head of the DMLE nodded her head. The room cleared until it was just the two defendants, Head of the DMLE as prosecutor. The Head of the Auror Department served as court clerk.
"You are charged with one count of underage magic, one charge of breach of the International Statute of Secrecy, one charge of a No-Maj bringing up a Magical child and one charge of demonstrating magic to a No-Maj. Please state your names for the record."
"Colonel George Stanton Hammond, US airforce."
"James Hammond."
"Please state your Guilt or innocence."
Harry spoke quickly, "We both plead not guilty on all charges." George nodded his agreement.
Aurelius began his evidence. He got to the part about the trunks, when the President stopped him.
"Those trunks must be searched for evidence."
"Those items were not on the original charge sheet. We have two weeks to ensure identification of all items."
"You do indeed."
"We also have the right to go about our normal business, for me that's school, for George his USAF duties."
"You are correct. How will you get from there to here?"
"A portkey provided by you to take us from where we were arrested to here and back again."
One will be provided to you. Your restraints will be removed and we will be in touch."
Once back in the clearing, Harry pocketed the portkey. They made their way back into the house.
"James, what just happened?"
"I got careless, chatting with you. We are on trial for our lives. Four times over. MACUSA doesn't mess about. The Statute of Secrecy divides the normal and magical worlds. You don't cross over it without consequences."
"Magic is real?" George asked.
"Very real," Harry replied. "A friend of mine who is 8 going on 28 decided lecturing a group of us about MACUSA would be a fun way to spend a few weeks. If not for her, we'd already be dead. She gave me a law book on MACUSA."
"Can I see it?" George demanded. Harry put the book on the table and opened its pages. George couldn't read it. Harry put his hand on George's arm and George could read it. "Why are we in so much trouble?"
"A number of years ago, information about MACUSA's existence fell into the hands of a group of normals who decided to wipe every Magical in the US out. They failed. Our arresting officer's namesake Aurelius Penvallion I was one of those who fought to save MACUSA. He may seek to break Privacy thinking his family status will protect him. It wont."
"What about Fred and Claudette?" George asked.
"They're safe., That's one charge that can't stick. They're both squibs probably. Claudette's already seen me nearly let accidental magic fly. Fred is scared shitless of me."
"This will reunite us as a family. What's the best outcome we can expect?"
"Have our minds wiped of all of this?"
"Can you prevent this?"
"I can check the trunks for information. I have to catalogue it properly. It's something put off for so long."
"Will you restore my memory, if you can?" George was almost pleading.
"I have to decide. A lot more secrets will come out during this trial. Information no-one should know."
"You're not a time travelling alien, are you?"
"No, George I'm not. Being arrested today is one thing I'd change, for sure."
Fred and Claudette arrived home within minutes of each other.
"James, the school has said you can attend. That's a relief, I'm sure," Claudette said.
"Where have you two been?" Fred asked. "I've been driving around for two hours now."
"What's Current Legal Code of MACUSA doing on our kitchen table?" Claudette demanded.
"You can see it, too!" Fred exclaimed.
"That tales care of one charge," George said. Harry silently cast a detection spell.
"That takes care of that. They can't snoop on us anymore."
"We're on trial for our lives on four counts," George said. "Fortunately, James is an American citizen. He's invoked Privacy."
Claudette blanched. "Yes, fortunate he knew. What else do you have?"
"An eight page guide to legal proceedings in the MACUSA. My friend Hermione wrote it."
"Is she a legal expert?"
"She's 8 and my friend and her name is Hermione Granger, possibly your cousin. I've got up in my room." Harry ran off to get it.
"What are the other charges?" Claudette asked.
"Breach of Secrecy Statute, underage magic and demonstrating magic to a No-Maj," George said. "If that wasn't enough, I find out tomorrow, if I'm facing a treason charge."
Fred already knew that the answer to that question was 'no'. He knew people who had an in with the CIA-USAF special missions. He couldn't tell his dad, though.
The following morning, George stood before his CO.
"Stand easy, George. You won't be facing any charges. I put my complaint about the orders you received in, as well. Continue with the orders you have already received."
"Yes, sir."
"Dismissed." George saluted and departed. It was back to work. Squadron against squadron dogfight. A lot of planning was required for that.
Harry's first day at school did not go all that well. First, it took him a while to find his classroom. Then he had to find a seat. His classmates made that difficult. They kept shifting around from seat to seat. Eventually, Harry just sat down. The teacher came in and took roll call and introduced James Hammond as the new boy. She hoped everyone would make him fell right at home. Harry thought it was making him feel like he was back with the Dursleys. Not good at all.
Nothing happened up until the lunch break. Harry wasn't relaxing. He ate. It wasn't the best meal he'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. He carried his bag slung over his right shoulder. He had a nice thick science book in his left hand. He could see Peasbody Junior on his way over to bully him. A right fist straight to the jaw put the boy on his back, crying. Peasbody the elder came in and threw a punch that Harry evaded. As Peasbody straightened up, Harry connected with his Science book and stretched out another Peasbody on the ground.
Naturally, that lead to Harry standing in front of the Principal. He was droning on about how violent James was and how here at San Antonio Church School they prided themselves on good behaviour and treating each other with respect. Claudette was listening with far too much respect. That was Harry's view. She was a teacher, so maybe that explained it.
"What do you call it when two brothers decide to attack another and one of those is several years older?"
"Don't interrupt."
"It's assault and I'm filing charges. Get the police here."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, I'm filing charges of assault against the Peabody brothers. Get the police here."
"I'm not doing anything of the sort." The Principal was not used to 7 year olds telling him what to do.
Claudette spoke up, "My son has stated that he wants the police present. Ensure that they are summoned."
The police took Harry's statement and filed the charges of assault against the Peasbody brothers. They also gave their statements. Child services and Juvenile Crimes came to take the two away. Pastor Peasbody was furious.
"I am here for an education, not to act as a punching bag," Harry said. Pastor Peasbody looked even more furious.
Harry liked the lessons. They were challenging in a way his classes in England had not been. He suspected that they weren't the challenge Hermione's school would have been. He no longer had that option.
Harry explained himself that evening, "I've been hit enough already to last a lifetime and no more." Fred and Claudette were more than worried by James' latest revelation as to the abuse he had received.
Harry wondered what the next day would be like. He didn't see the Peasbodys again. He was pleased about that. His first swimming lesson exposed his back. The scarred skin and criss-crossed marks made his teachers and classmates realise why he had reacted the way he had.
Harry made a list of all the items in his parents' trunks. He found a file proving that Petunia had been adopted. Harry knew that wasn't true. He wondered why it had been done. Where had Lily come from?
The next night, Claudette took Harry out for his first Big Mac. They took a shortcut down an alleyway. Harry wished he had his wand. Out of the darkness attackers came and Claudette went down. Harry heard a hiss. He cast lumos maxima the brightest light he could make. It was not the Sun, but it was enough to force the attackers back. There 10 of them. From the clothes, Harry could tell they were Vampires.
"Vampires," Harry said. He fumbled around Claudette's belt. She always carried a box of matches with her. Harry loved transfiguring matches into needles and extending them, especially with his father's wand. It was the sort of thing he thought James Potter had loved doing, too. He had the most important thing of his father's, his name.
"So youngling, you know some accidental magic. There are too many of us. Lots of energy for us."
Harry scattered the matches around him. The Vampires attacked. Harry knelt, enlarged the matches and directed them at the vampires. Had he been lucky or skilled. All 10 had received stakes through the heart and had vanished into dust. Harry retrieved his stacked, shrank them back to match size and put them back into the matchbox. Harry hoped he wasn't going to have to watch out for more Vampires in San Antonio. He'd need his own box of matches. Vampires and werewolves hated each other. Where you found one, you found the other. Harry hoped the werewolves were less aggressive.
"Are you okay, James?" Claudette asked.
"Bunch of yobs," Harry said. "Just out looking for trouble." Harry thought he was being watched. Since he didn't have psychic powers, he didn't know who or where and least of all, why. There were spells, but he couldn't do those even with a wand. Claudette wasn't injured. She took Harry for his first Big Mac. Harry thought he was now really an American.
That night, Harry thought about the attack. Did that mean he was being targeted by someone? He didn't know any spells that would tell him. He looked through the auror books that his parents had. They'd had third year text books, but had not taken the year. They'd been in hiding. There was a spell that allowed aurors to recreate a crime at the crime scene. Harry looked at it. It would definitely need a wand. It was a Charm, so that meant it was his mother's that would be up. It was not an easy spell. Question was whether MACUSA would have already been there. He could do without another charge. Anyone within 10 yards would be included. The spell had to be cast within 48 hours. Did Harry risk it? He wasn't too happy about somebody watching him. He could not risk himself becoming known to MACUSA what with his current problems.
Harry was sure he was being watched. At the next court appearance, he demanded to know who was trailing him. MACUSA claimed none of its people were. MACUSA accused him of stealing the trunks. That was a new docket item and Harry requested another two weeks delay. Harry was worried about the trunks being away from him so long.
Somehow the news that Lily and James Potter's trunks had been found made its way top Albus Dumbledore. He tried to gain control over them. He was not supported in his attempts by Amelia Bones. Harry's next appearance coincided with Harry doing detection spells. He found all of Albus' bugs. He made sure he was wearing gloves and handed them to MACUSA and suggested they find their way to the Pacific Ocean. Dumbledore was sunning himself in the Pacific, when Harry told MACUSA that the trunks belonged to him and he had no wish to be found. MACUSA then decided to accuse Harry of stealing the MACUSA lawbook.
George snapped. "Do you actually have a case to present against us or are you going to continue to file charges against James?"
MACUSA presented its case. George looked at Harry. "James are you ready," he asked.
"I'm ready. George. The Statute of Secrecy allows for family to know about magic. George is my grandfather. It doesn't matter that it is by adoption. He saw me doing magic and reminded me that I was creating a place of power. I realised he was correct and dissipated it. It was then that your agent arrested us. Both my adoptive parents could see the MACUSA lawbook on the kitchen table. Squibs are by definition magical and not No-Maj. George has no intention of using his knowledge of magical to attack any magicals. Until the agent showed up, I thought I was doing a good job persuading George that I was unique."
"We shall summon you here again in two weeks to announce our verdict."
George and Harry got back home and George vented. "That was it. No examination of the witnesses. No chance to defend ourselves properly."
"No, George that went just like Hermione said it would."
"I'd like to meet this Hermione of yours."
"Invite them for Easter. Hermione's latest letter confirmed that she and Claudette are cousins."
"I will, if I'm still here then."
"Isn't your big air combat game scheduled for after Easter?"
"Yes, it is. I'll get on it."
Before the last appearance, Harry used a spell to copy his memories for the past 10 weeks and put it in his father's trunk. He them locked it, blood only release.
Two weeks later, he was cleared on all counts. George had his mind wiped of magical knowledge. Harry was soon able to give George 10 weeks' worth of memories. Only after he gave George the memories did Harry remember that he'd not told George about his run in with the vampires. From the looks George was giving him, he'd seen those memories and looked angry.