Daniel has always wanted to be an archeologist right? Wrong! Daniel is keeping a secret from SG-1 know about. What will they do when they find out that Daniel is really someone by the name of Harry...
I would like to thank DMG for her help in betaing this story. Without her help, it wouldn't flow as well and Jack wouldn't be able to keep his voice. I thank her so much!
This story is the gen version to Dual Worlds. Some of you may find and wonder why it looks so familiar, well now you know. There were several requests to make this story gen, so I have edited the story and made it gen. If you want to read the slash version, e-mail me and let me know.
Summary: Daniel has always wanted to be an archeologist, right? Wrong! Daniel is keeping a secret that none of the SG-1 know about. What will they do when they find out that Daniel is really someone by the name of Harry Potter? What is so mysterious about him and why is he hiding? Daniel realizes that he needs to go back to the world that he had left behind. Is Voldemort really alive...again? SG-1/HP crossover.
Daniel was staring at his computer, irritated. His eyes were burning and his vision was blurred. He leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was trying hard to decipher the language that SG-10 had found on PX5-583, but so far, he hadn't had any luck. He had been sure that he found the key, but he'd been wrong. He
spent days working on it and he was beginning to think that for once, he might not be able to work it out.
"Oh, Danny," a voice called from the door of his office.
Daniel looked over and smiled wearily at his best friend. Jack was standing in the doorway, a grin on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. Daniel stared intently at the cup and he was salivating. He wanted that cup; no, he needed that cup. He had to have his caffeine intake.
"Jack," Daniel began slowly, "you care about me right?" he asked absently. His gaze hadn't moved from the cup of coffee so he missed the smirk that Jack threw at him.
"Sure I do, Danny, but you're still not getting my coffee," Jack said smugly.
Daniel whimpered as he watched Jack lift that wonderful smelling cup of life and took a sip. He licked his lips and sighed as Jack took another sip. Daniel knew that if he wanted a cup he would have to go get one himself, but he had hoped that his friend would've been kind enough to bring one to him. He sighed; he really needed to get his coffee pot fixed. It was an annoyance to have to go the cafeteria to get his coffee.
"Fine," Daniel said with a pout. "I didn't really want it."
Jack smirked at him and replied, "I'm sure you didn't. I came here to tell you to take a break. You've been working on that translation for days. You need to get out of the base. Go home, eat, take a bath, and relax. You can come back in a day or two and start over."
Daniel sighed with resignation. "I know. I think I've finally found a language that I can't decipher," he said with a pout.
Jack laughed merrily. "Daniel, there isn't a language out there that can defeat you. You're just tired. You need some rest. If you don't, your head is going to explode," he said with a grin.
Daniel gave him a sour look. He shut off his computer, stood up from his desk and walked over to his friend. "I guess I am a little tired," he said.
Jack snorted as he followed Daniel out of the office. "I'll say," he sighed. "Now go home. I don't want to see you for two days. SG-1 is on stand down for a week. Take the time to relax a little, would ya?"
Daniel grinned at his friend. "I will, Jack. We still on for pizza Friday?" he asked.
"Sure are. I might even get you to watch /Lord of the Rings/. One day Daniel, you will succumb to the urge. You know you want to watch it," Jack sing-songed.
Daniel snorted. "Jack, I have no interest in watching some stupid movie about magic," he replied sourly, a grimace of disgust crossing his face.
"Danny, I have told you before, it's not about magic. It's about one man's...er...hobbit's struggle to fulfill his destiny. He bears the burden of destroying something that could bring evil into the world. Only he can do it, with the help of his faithful sidekick that is. It's a great story. You get to watch him as he tries not to succumb to the ring's influence. Plus, it has kick ass action. The fighting scenes alone make the movie worth watching," Jack explained excitedly.
"I'm sure," Daniel replied flatly.
Jack sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't understand your reluctance in watching the movie. I was so sure you would enjoy watching it."
Daniel shrugged. "It's not something that interests me. Sorry, Jack," he apologized ruefully.
Jack smirked. "That's fine. We can watch Spaceballs instead," he said with relish.
He grinned at Daniel's groan. Daniel looked at his friend and shook his head. "Why you find that movie funny, I have no idea."
Jack looked offended. "It's a classic!" he exclaimed.
Daniel snorted and looked at the airman who was watching them sign out and grinned with amusement. The airman smiled back and rolled his eyes. Daniel could hear Jack mumble about having no respect.
"Yes, Jack," Daniel said soothingly.
They walked out of the base together and headed towards their cars. Jack looked over at Daniel, his expression concerned. "Will you be all right to drive?" he asked.
Daniel nodded, caught in the midst of a yawn. "I'll be fine, Jack."
"Maybe I should follow you home," Jack said worriedly.
Daniel sighed, annoyed. "I'm fine, Jack," he snapped. "I'm a big boy. I think I can get home on my own. Stop mother-henning me."
Jack pouted. "I was just concerned," he said.
Daniel's expression softened and he grinned wryly. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just tired and my temper's a little short."
Jack grunted. "Go home, Danny. I'll talk to you later," he said. Jack walked towards his truck, yelling over his shoulder, "And no work! Relax!"
"I will, Jack," Daniel yelled, exasperated. He made his way to his car, got in and started it. He leaned his head against the headrest, closed his eyes and sighed wearily. He couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to sleep for the next two days. Daniel started the car, pulled out of the base and made his way home.
Daniel stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, wincing as he hit his thigh on the table. He had come home last night and collapsed in exhaustion. He had dropped off to sleep as soon as his body hit the bed. He slept for twelve hours before he finally woke up. He had a shower and was now on his way to make breakfast. He picked the remote off the counter and turned on the TV. He started to make his morning coffee while listening absently to the news reporter on CNN. He picked up his cup and took a sip, sighing in delight at the taste. He looked over at the TV as an emergency alert flashed on the screen.
"Breaking news alert! In a tragic terrorist attack in Little Whinging, England, three hundred were killed and several more hundred people were injured," Anderson Cooper said on the TV.
Daniel froze, his attention on the television. He felt chilled and he prayed that this was an actual terrorist attack, but his gut was telling him that it was more. His breathing grew shallow and panic began to claw at his throat.
"As of yet, no known terrorist cells are taking responsibility. It is believed that a bomb went off in the middle of Little Whinging, which took out a gas line, therefore destroying the town itself. There are several mysterious deaths that police believe may have been related to nerve gas as there are no marks on the bodies. No one is allowed into Little Whinging and there is no actual confirmation to the rumors that there might be biological welfare involved as well. It has been said that this attack reminds the British government of the mysterious attacks and deaths from several years ago. No one ever took responsibility for those attacks and they had suddenly stopped six years ago. The British government had hoped that they would no longer have to worry about the terrorists, but it looks like they were wrong. As to who is responsible, no one knows. I will continue to bring you more information as the story unfolds," Anderson Cooper said.
Daniel watched distractedly as the scene on the TV showed what was left of the small town of Little Whinging. The footage was taken from a helicopter and he could see that the town had been leveled. Daniel swallowed hard at what he saw. His hands shook and he wondered who was to blame for this.
It had been years since he thought of them. Once he had left, he never gave them another thought. His family had hated him and they had been glad to see him go. He wondered if they had survived, but he knew with a sick sense of certainty that they hadn't. Why else would Little Whinging be attacked?
Daniel shook his head. It wasn't his problem anymore. He had nothing to do with it or that world anymore. He had done his job and he walked away from it all; his friends and those he considered family. While he missed his friends, he didn't miss the responsibility or the scrutiny. There was one who he missed the most, but he knew nothing would've ever come from it.
He had SG-1 now. His friends and family were those at SG-1 and it was his life's work. He knew that no one from his old life would recognize him now. He had made sure of that. He wasn't the right age and his appearance had changed. He had feeling that they would be looking for him soon, but they wouldn't find him.
Harry Potter was dead. In his ashes, Daniel Jackson stood tall and no one was going to take that life from him.
The next couple of days for Daniel were trying. He tried to relax, but he was glued to the TV. He had called Jack to ask for another day off, stating that he was still too tired to work. Jack had been very happy to help the archeologist. Jack commented that Daniel never took enough time off as it was.
Daniel's stomach had lurched with nausea as the pictures out of Little Whinging had clearly shown the Dark Mark floating in the air. The Muggles would never know that it was there, but Daniel could see it with no problem. He wondered vaguely how the Ministry of Magic was handling this much exposure to the situation. The situation in Little Whinging had become internationally known and anyone with magic, who had been watching the TV, could clearly see that this was a magical attack. Daniel knew that the British government was going to demand action to this terrorist attack soon. He wondered idly how the Prime Minister was going to react. He, along with the Queen, knew of the Magical world. What was he going to tell his country?
Daniel shook his head in resignation. He didn't think that Britain was going to stand for this. For far too long, the Magical world had been killing Muggles. Daniel knew that after he had finally killed Voldemort and before he disappeared from the Magical world, he had heard rumors stating that if Voldemort hadn't been killed when he had, the Prime Minister of Britain would've stepped in. Daniel wondered if maybe they should've done so anyway.
He wondered who the new Dark Lord was. If they were using the Dark Mark, could Malfoy have decided to take over? Daniel frowned at the thought and realized that couldn't happen. Draco Malfoy had killed Lucius Malfoy. The youngest Malfoy had become a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Did Voldemort have an heir that no one knew about? He couldn't imagine Voldemort wanting to share his power, but it was a possibility.
Daniel sighed. He was taking too much time worrying about a world that he wasn't even a part of anymore. He hadn't done much magic since he left and when he had, he hadn't even been on Earth. Daniel smirked; he wondered what the Ministry of Magic would think of their 'hero' doing magic on another world. He could imagine the shocked expressions on his friends' faces as he explained to them that yes, Muggles were gating to other worlds and no, they weren't magic to do so.
Not even Wizards had the ability to go to other worlds anymore. He frowned a moment. He had always wondered if Wizards might be the descendants of the Ancients. He knew that Merlin himself was an Ancient, which explained the awesome power that he could wield. Daniel laughed darkly. What would the Wizarding World do if they knew that they might actually be descendants of an alien race instead of the human race? Would the Purebloods be proud or horrified that they could possibly thank the Ancients for their powers?
Daniel had hoped to investigate that idea at one time, but he had realized that the Muggle world wasn't ready for the knowledge of the Wizarding world. The Stargate they could explain away as technology, but magic was something that Muggles weren't ready to know about. Daniel knew that humans destroyed that which they feared. He was just thankful that SG-1 had destroyed Apophis' ships before they could attack Earth. He would've hated to think of what a Goa'uld would've been like in a Wizard's body, assuming that they could get past the wards that hid the Wizarding World.
He also wondered if the Witches and Wizards were descendants of the Ancients, what about Jack? Could Jack have magic? Daniel knew that Jack had the gene from the Ancients so did that mean that Jack could do magic? If he could, why didn't Jack get a letter from any of the Magical schools in the United States? Daniel sometimes felt a charge around Jack, like the buzz he would get from someone with magic, but it was faint. Maybe Jack was actually a squib. That would explain why he never got a letter or went to a Magical school that Daniel knew of. Daniel was too wary to ask Jack about the possibility of him doing magic. He could already see the look of disbelief that would be on his best friend's face. Jack would probably have him committed, again. Daniel would like to know though. He would like to share his hidden self with his best friend. He was tired of keeping everything to himself.
Daniel was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the phone ringing. He walked over to the table and picked it up.
"Hello," he said.
"Er...may I speak to Harry Potter, please?" a voice asked.
Daniel was shocked. How in the hell did they know to call this number?
"I'm sorry, but no one by the name of Harry Potter lives here. Can I help you in any way?" Daniel asked politely.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was sure that I had the right number," the female voice replied. Daniel froze as he recognized the voice. Hermione Granger, or Malfoy since she had married Draco, had been one of his best friends. She had been one of the many people that he had left behind. He tried to calm his racing heart, but it was difficult. He could do this. He faced down Voldemort and many System Lords; he could talk to his old friend.
"Not unless you know someone by the name of Harry Potter?" Hermione asked sadly.
Daniel cleared his throat. "I'm afraid not, miss. He might have lived here before me, but I couldn't tell you for sure," Daniel said.
"Oh, how long have you lived there?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Four years," Daniel answered.
"Mmm...," Hermione hummed thoughtfully.
Daniel felt nervous. He knew that tone of voice. Hermione was working things out. He knew that if anyone could figure out who he was, it was her. His friend was just too damn smart. Too bad she had decided to stay in the Wizarding World. The Stargate program could've used a person with her intelligence.
"Miss, are you all right?" Daniel asked with concern.
He heard Hermione sigh sadly and replied, "No, I'm not all right. I had hoped to find my friend. I'm sorry to have bothered you."
"It's all right," Daniel said.
"Goodbye," Hermione sighed and hung up the phone.
Daniel set the phone down and sat down on the couch. He was shaking. He thought he would never hear from Hermione again. It had hit him how much he missed her, Ron and Draco as soon as he heard her voice. He missed the friends that he had left behind and he would love to see them again, but he knew that if he did, they would beg him to go back. And that he couldn't do. The three months that had followed Voldemort's death were the hardest he'd ever had to live, even with the things that had happened to him since he joined the SGC.
The Wizarding world had thought of him as a hero or a pariah, depending on who you asked. Fudge decided to try to save his career. He launched a campaign to have Harry thrown into Azkaban for killing a Wizard, regardless of the fact that Voldemort had been a Dark Lord. The uproar from that campaign made Harry's life unbearable. There was nowhere that he could hide from the publicity. He'd been constantly hounded by fans, or by those who thought he would be the next Dark Lord. His friends were attacked as well. Some Wizards believed that they were dark by association. Several people he had considered friends had deserted him, as they couldn't handle the pressure of being his friend. Luckily, they were only associates and weren't very close to him. His real friends stood by him, but he had seen the toll it had been taking on them as well.
After an incident where a Wizard attacked Hermione for being 'dark', he realized that he needed to leave the Wizarding World. He knew that once he was gone, the attention would be off his friends and they would have their lives back. He also realized that it was the only way that he could live his life as well. He hated the attention that had been focused on him. He was no hero; he never had been. He was just been a boy who had too much responsibility thrown onto his shoulders. Prophecy or not, there was no way that the Wizarding World should've relied on him to save them all.
So, with plans made, notes to his friends saying that he was leaving, a scathing letter to the Daily Prophet for the Wizarding World to read, and one time turner and a multitude of potions, he left the Wizarding World with no inclination on ever coming back. If the Wizarding world had another Dark Lord, then they could take care of it themselves.
Daniel heard a knock on the door and got up from the couch. He walked over to the door and opened it. He smirked as he saw his best friend standing there. Jack was bouncing on his feet, a grin on his face. Daniel knew what that meant and he was glad that Jack had come over to take him off things.
"Come in, Jack," he said as he backed away from the door.
"Thanks, Danny," Jack said as he walked into the apartment. He took his coat off and laid it on the back of the couch. He turned and looked expectantly at Daniel. Daniel sighed, grinned and shut the door. He walked over to his friend, looked him up and down and noticed that the man was practically vibrating with need.
Daniel arched an eyebrow. "Is there something you need, Jack?" he asked teasingly.
"Danny," Jack whined.
"Jack," Daniel whined, his eyes twinkling in mischief.
"Give me," Jack demanded.
Daniel laughed, walked into the kitchen and checked the oven to make sure that the apple pie was all right. It was Jack's favorite and he loved the fact that Daniel would fix it for him whenever he had the time off. Since that was rare, Jack practically salivated at the thought and it amused Daniel to see how much the man craved it.
Daniel walked back into the living room. He noticed that Jack had a frown on his face. His friend seemed a little tenser than normal.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Daniel asked.
"Nothing! I'm just tired," Jack said with a growl.
Daniel frowned at him. "You know you're entirely too tense. What's going on, Jack?" he asked, concerned.
Jack sighed, his expression annoyed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "It's nothing really. Just work stuff. I'm a little frustrated and I thought since we both had time off, I would come over here and hang out with you and eat some pie. Mmmm...pie," he said, his eyes sparking with humor.
A small grin ghosted over Daniel's face and laid a hand on Jack's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I have pie, we can hang out or whatever. What's got you so frustrated?" he asked with concern.
Jack looked at him sourly. "You're going to laugh," he said with a pout.
"Jack, I would never laugh at you," Daniel replied sincerely.
Jack gave him a look of disbelief and snorted. "Yeah, right. What about that time I told you about my phobia of teddy bears?" he asked.
Daniel's eyes danced with merriment. "But, Jack, they're so cute and cuddly. What is there to be scared of?" he asked.
"Those things are evil. They look cute and cuddly, but they're dangerous. Did you know that their eyes follow you whenever you're in the room? It's creepy!" Jack said adamantly.
"I guess I just don't understand. To me, they're just cute," Daniel replied whimsically.
Jack gave him a mock glare and snapped, "Yes, I know. After I told you, my best friend, about my phobia, I began to receive several teddy bears from co-workers. Do you know what it's like to see Teal'c carrying a large teddy bear into the cafeteria? I couldn't even refuse it because Teal'c was so happy to give it to me. What could I say? He's a friend! I still have that damn thing sitting in my office! Its beady little eyes watching me whenever I come into the room."
Daniel snickered. He had been there when Teal'c had given Jack the rather large teddy bear. When Daniel had told Sam and Teal'c about Jack's 'love' of teddy bears, it had gotten around the base, just as Daniel had planned. When Jack started to receive teddy bears, it was all Daniel could do not to laugh. He never thought he would see Teal'c give Jack a teddy bear; a large, three-foot, purple teddy bear. Daniel couldn't hold back the snickers as he remembered Jack's horrified expression or the delighted look on Teal'c's face as Jack accepted the teddy bear. Jack had given Daniel a glare that would've frightened Apophis or Anubis if they had still been alive. He knew that Daniel had spread his 'love' of teddy bears throughout the base. Daniel had just smiled back at him. He was used to Jack's glares.
"I promise Jack, I won't laugh at you. Really," Daniel said.
Jack looked at him skeptically. He sighed and answered. "There are owls hanging around my house."
Daniel froze. Owls? Oh god! Daniel looked at Jack and nervously licked his lips. "Owls?" he asked. "Um...how is that a problem?"
"One owl is fine, two owls a little strange, but still within parameters. Three owls and I was ready to call the newspapers, but when there are eight owls sitting in the tree outside of my home I knew then that it was a conspiracy. Nothing I do will get rid of them. They just sit there, staring at my house. I had to leave. I was going nuts!" Jack exclaimed, waving his arms, his expression irritated.
Daniel blinked rapidly. Why were there owls waiting in Jack's trees? Were they from the Wizarding World? Were they looking for Jack or were they looking for Harry Potter? Owls could usually find anyone in the world, except those that had been hidden by powerful spells. Were his spells wearing off? Daniel felt a cold chill creep down his spine. The attack on Little Whinging, Hermione calling, now the owls sitting in Jack's tree had to be more than just coincidence. Could they have found him already?
"Danny? Hey, Danny! Where did go?" Jack asked, concerned.
Daniel brought his gaze back to Jack. He frowned slightly. "Er...sorry. I was just thinking of what you told me. Did you put out some new birdseed?" Daniel asked.
Jack snorted. "You're assuming I had birdseed out in the first place. No, Danny, there was no birdseed out. There were eight owls out in the daylight. I believe owls are nocturnal or at least most of them are. It's just really strange," he commented.
"Were they doing anything? Were they holding anything?" Daniel asked nervously.
Jack gave him a sharp look. "No, Daniel, they were just sitting in the tree. As for holding anything, they're owls, what would they be holding?" he asked him scornfully.
Daniel sighed. "I was just asking. I think you're a little tense," he said.
Jack glared at him balefully. "No, ya think!" he asked sarcastically. "Why else do you think I came over here?"
"Um...my winning personality?" Daniel said primly.
Jack walked over to Daniel, a grin on his face. "As winning as your personality is, it's your pie that I want. Nice, hot, apple pie, with cool whip topping."
Daniel laughed. "Come on, Jack. Kitchen is this way," he said.
Jack smiled widely. "All right!" he cheered. He rushed by Daniel and made his way to the kitchen. Daniel shook his head as he heard Jack open the oven and yelped as he tried to take the pie out of the oven without using potholders.
Daniel leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. "Why do you do that? You know better than to just grab the damn pie out of the oven. You burn yourself every time."
"I like your pie," Jack whined. "I'm hungry. Feed me," he demanded.
Daniel shook his head, his expression fond, grabbed the potholders and took the pie out of the oven. He put it down on the counter, grabbed the large knife from the drawer and looked over at Jack. "Would you like to do the honors?" he asked.
Jack's face lit up and he bounced over to Daniel, took the knife from his hand and smiled. "You're the best friend I've ever had," he said reverently.
Daniel laughed as Jack eagerly cut the pie. He was glad that Jack had come over. It would help him keep his mind off things for a while.
A month had passed since the attack on Little Whinging and Daniel hadn't gotten any more calls from old friends. The owls that had shown up at Jack's place had slowly disappeared. Daniel tried not to believe it was because he hadn't shown up there since Jack had told him about the owls. He realized then that the spell that he'd used to cover his magical signature was deteriorating. He needed to do the spell again to make sure that he would never be found. It was the only thing that would explain the sudden call from Hermione and the owls. He had lived the last month with a sense of dread that he would be found. Luckily, the month had been full of missions and he had the opportunity to renew the spell. He had waited warily, but soon realized that he was safe again. No one could find him and he needed to be sure that the spell didn't deteriorate again.
Daniel had finally translated the language that SG-10 had found on PX5-583. Jack had taken him out to dinner to celebrate. He smiled at Jack, who was yelling at the hockey game on the TV. He was glad that Jack was his friend. While he missed Ron, Hermione and Draco, he was glad that he had Jack in his life. Jack was his best friend, his father, his mentor and his mother all rolled up into one and wouldn't have it any other way.
There was a knock at the door and Daniel got up from the couch to answer it. He opened the door and did everything in his power not to gasp aloud in shock. His face carefully blank, he looked at the young woman standing before him.
"Er...can I help you?" Daniel inquired politely.
Hermione Malfoy looked up at him and asked softly, "Harry?"
Daniel frowned, his expression confused. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Harry, is that you? Please, tell me that it is," she pleaded.
"I think you have the wrong person, miss. My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson."
"Harry, please. It's me, Hermione. I know its you, Harry" Hermione said softly.
"Look, Hermione was it? I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not this Harry you seem to think I am. I've been Daniel Jackson all my life," Daniel informed her coolly.
"It's a glamour, Harry. I would know you anywhere," Hermione retorted firmly.
Daniel sighed, annoyed. "Okay, I know I'm not Harry. I'm Daniel Jackson. I'm an Archaeologist and a Linguist. I was born on July 8, 1965 and I work for the U.S. Military. So whoever you seem to think I am, I'm not."
Hermione bit her lip in uncertainty. She looked at Daniel intently. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Jack's voice coming from behind Daniel.
"Danny? Is everything ok?" Jack asked.
Daniel nodded. "This woman seems to think I'm someone by the name of Harry. I tried to tell that I'm Daniel Jackson, but she refuses to believe me," Daniel replied.
Jack came up behind him, looked over Daniel's shoulder and glanced at Hermione. He gave her an assessing look before snorting. "I don't know who you seem to think he is, but he is definitely Daniel Jackson."
Hermione glared at him. "Who are you?" she demanded.
Jack arched an eyebrow. "Rather snotty little thing aren't you?" he asked idly.
Daniel repressed a grin as he watched Hermione's face become outraged. Jack had a way with woman, men and well, aliens. He couldn't be called diplomatic. He spoke his mind, regardless of whom he offended.
"Well?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"The name is Jack O'Neill, General Jack O'Neill, United States Air Force. And you are?" Jack asked sarcastically.
Hermione gaped at him a moment before replying. "I'm Hermione Malfoy."
"Pleasure, I'm sure," Jack drawled.
Daniel snorted in amusement and Jack looked at him with a grin. "Now, what's this about Daniel being someone else?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure that he is someone I know by the name of Harry Potter," Hermione answered.
Jack laughed, his eyes amused. "Miss, I don't know where you got your information from, but this is and has always been Daniel Jackson. He works for the Military and we do a very extensive and thorough background check on everyone in our employment. This man could be no one but Daniel Jackson. You need to go back to wherever you came from and leave the poor man alone. If you continue to stalk him, I'll have your ass in a cell so fast your head will spin. The Military doesn't take kindly to someone harassing their own," he said coldly.
"But..." Hermione began.
Daniel shook his head at Hermione's persistence. He missed his friend, but there was no way in hell he was going back to the Wizarding World. He knew that this had something to do with the attack on Little Whinging. He wasn't going to be used as a weapon again. He was going to stay right here and do his own thing. The Wizarding World was on their own this time around. They could find a new Savior.
"Look, miss, I'm sorry that you're so desperate to find your friend that you need to think that I'm this Harry, but I've worked with the Military for nine years now and you can bet that if they even thought that I was someone else, they would be throwing my ass into jail. I'm sorry I'm not who you seem to think I am, but I'm really not," Daniel said softly.
Hermione deflated. Her eyes filled with tears and she sniffed softly. "I was so sure. I had evidence and everything, but if you've worked with the Military for nine years then you can't be him. He disappeared five years ago. I just wanted to find my friend," she cried quietly.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I wish I could help you," Daniel said.
Hermione shrugged. "No, it's my fault. I'm sorry to have bothered you." She gave Daniel a wan smile and left.
Daniel closed the door softly and turned to look at Jack, a troubled look on his face.
"You all right, Danny?" Jack asked, concerned.
Daniel shrugged. "Yeah, it's just sad to see someone so desperate."
Jack patted him on the arm. "She'll be fine. I'm sure that she'll find her friend eventually."
Daniel smiled weakly at Jack. /That's what I'm afraid of/, he thought to himself.
Three weeks later, Daniel was walking down the corridor of the base, reading a file about their next mission. There was evidence of an Ancient base on PX5 219 and SG-1 and SG-5 were going to check it out. There was no evidence of natives, but that could be misleading.
"Hey, Dr. Jackson," a voice called out.
Daniel stopped and turned around. Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, the new CO of SG-1 was jogging down the corridor. He liked Mitchell. He rather reminded him of Jack as he had the same quirky sense of humor. Daniel was glad that their new CO was so easy to get along with. Luckily he wasn't as overly protective as Jack had been, hell still was. He was glad that Jack hadn't taken that job in Washington. He couldn't imagine anyone else being in charge of the SGC.
"What do you need, Mitchell?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, not much. Just wondering what you were doing," Mitchell asked, his blue eyes twinkling with humor.
"I was just on my way to talk to Jack. I was reading the file for our new mission tomorrow. What are you doing?" Daniel asked.
Mitchell shrugged. "Nothing much. Just wandering around the base. Hey, you want to play some basketball later?" Mitchell asked.
Daniel thought about it before nodding. "Sure, I'd like that. I need to talk to Jack, but I'll join you as soon as I can. I'll come find you," Daniel said.
"Cool," Mitchell said. "I'll see you then."
"Whatcha doing?" a voice whispered into his ear. Daniel jumped and turned around quickly before relaxing.
"Damn it, Jack, don't do that," he said, annoyed.
"Thinking hard?" Jack asked mischievously.
Daniel frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"You were standing in the middle of the corridor, your gaze blank. What were you thinking about?" Jack asked.
"Tomorrow's mission. I think there's something in the report that I'm missing, but I can't figure it out," Daniel replied.
"I'm sure it'll come to you. I hope that it's before the mission. I would really hate to have to send another SG team after you. I swear we should never let you leave this place. You're always getting into trouble," Jack commented.
"Hey!" Daniel said with outrage. "You have your fair share of trouble, you know."
Jack grinned. "Not anymore," he replied impishly.
Daniel grumbled under his breath. "Whatever. I still need to talk to you about tomorrow's mission. Maybe it'll come to me then."
Jack groaned in annoyance. "Fine," he grumbled. The walked towards Jack's office, deep in discussion about the upcoming mission.
Hours later, Daniel finally made it off the base. He was exhausted and he needed a good night sleep. He yawned widely as he parked his car and got out. He stumbled into the lobby of his apartment building and made his way to the elevator. He leaned against the door of the elevator and closed his eyes. He sighed in exhaustion. Who knew it could be so tiring translating a foreign language.
The elevator stopped and he got out. He walked to his door, got out his keys and made his way into his apartment. He turned on the lights and headed for the kitchen. He placed his keys on the counter and grabbed a glass. He heard a noise behind him and turned around quickly, only to be met with a flash of light then darkness.
Daniel fell to the ground and the glass shattered as it hit the floor. A figure stood over Daniel and stared at the downed man.
"I don't know who you think you were fooling Harry, but I would know you anywhere," Hermione said as she pulled out a portkey and they both disappeared.
Jack tapped on the desk in front of him. He yawned widely, rubbed his eyes and sighed. He was tired. He hadn't had enough sleep last night. He had a feeling of unease that he couldn't explain. It had kept him awake most of the night and it was becoming rather irritating. He looked at his watch and saw that it was time for the briefing. He got up from the desk and made his way to the briefing room.
When he entered the room, he saw that Sam, Teal'c and Mitchell were sitting at the table. He frowned slightly when he saw that Daniel was missing. It wasn't unusual for Daniel to be late for a briefing as he usually was caught up in translating the artifacts that the SG teams brought back. He sat down and looked over at the members of SG-1. He sighed softly. He missed going out into the field. While he knew that the SGC needed someone who understood it and its people, he missed the action. He hated the fact that he had to let his 'kids' leave without him. Mitchell was doing a good job though. His kids got along with him and that made Jack happy. He knew Mitchell would protect them with his life he had to. He just hoped that it never came to that.
Another few minutes passed as they made small talk and Jack frowned as he realized that Daniel was really late. That was unusual. He looked over at Sam and asked, "Have you seen Daniel today?"
Sam shook her head and replied, "No sir. I've been busy putting my office back together. I'm still unpacking from my recent stint in Area 51. I haven't really had time to socialize."
Jack looked over at Teal'c and Mitchell. "Have either of you seen him today?" he asked.
Mitchell shook his head. "I went to talk to him earlier, but his office was empty. In fact, his lights were off. I had just assumed that he had a late start this morning," Mitchell answered.
"I, too, have not seen DanielJackson. He and I were to have breakfast this morning, but he did not appear," Teal'c replied with a rumbling voice.
The uneasy feeling that Jack had since last night intensified. He reached for the phone that was sitting on the table and picked it up.
"Front Gate," a voice answered.
"This is General O'Neill. Has Daniel Jackson signed in today?" Jack asked abruptly.
"No sir, he has not," the voice said.
"Thank you," Jack said and put down the phone. He picked it up again and dialed Daniel's house. It began to ring on the other end several times before the answering machine picked up. Jack left a short message on the machine and hung up. He was quiet for a moment before he looked at SG-1.
"I want you three to go to Daniel's house and check on him. I could be paranoid, but I have an uneasy feeling about this. Daniel isn't usually late like this. Call me and let me know if you find anything," Jack said.
They nodded and left the briefing room. Jack sat back in his chair and sighed. "Oh, Danny boy, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Daniel groaned as he became aware of his surroundings. He froze as he remembered being knocked out. Damn, it was a spell. He opened his eyes and blinked at the bright light. He looked around warily and saw that he was in the infirmary at Hogwarts. Shit! He did not need this now or at all.
He sat up on the bed and looked around to see if anyone else was in the infirmary. There was no one that he could see. He got off the bed quietly and began to make his way to the door. He paused as he heard a noise, but when nothing happened, he continued to make his way out of the infirmary. He crept down the hallway, making sure to stay where it was shadowed. He looked around the corners warily. He heard someone walking down the corridor and looked around wildly. He saw a shadowed alcove and dove in. He leaned up against the wall and waited for the person to go by.
"Really, Mrs. Malfoy, I've checked for spells and whoever you brought to the infirmary last night, is not Harry Potter," a low velvety voice said.
Daniel tensed at the voice. God, it was Severus Snape. Daniel bit back a growl as he remembered his old Potions Professor. Even after all these years, the man's voice still had the ability to make him angry. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"It's Harry, I'm sure of it. You know Harry can't hide from me. I was one of his best friends. I would know him anywhere," Hermione said firmly.
Daniel growled softly. /Bitch! What right did she have to interfere with his life? /He had been perfectly happy being Daniel Jackson. His work was important and he had good friends. He lived his life as he wanted and no one was going to take that away from him. Not even his so-called best friend. Daniel sighed in annoyance. Jack was going to go ballistic when he found out that his friend was missing. Not that he could do anything about it. Jack wouldn't be able to find him in the Wizarding World. Jack wouldn't even be able to find the Wizarding World.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I think your desperate need to find Potter is going to your head. The man in the infirmary is older than Potter by at least ten years. You cannot hide that fact. There is no evidence of any glamours and I have found no trace of a potion in his blood," Snape snapped.
"Surely, after five years, the any trace of a potion would disappear," Hermione exclaimed.
"Who is the Potions Master here, Mrs. Malfoy? Because I know damn well its not you," Snape said snidely.
Daniel bit back a snort of amusement. God, he would love a chance for Jack and Snape to meet. They would snark back and forth to each other. It would be great entertainment to see who could be the most sarcastic.
He watched as Snape and Hermione walked past him. He waited until they were gone and began to creep down the corridor again. He had gone a few steps when he heard a voice from behind him.
"So, this is who was hiding in the shadows."
Daniel whirled around and stared in shock at Severus Snape. Damn it, he had forgotten how silent and deadly that man could be.
Daniel glared at him. "Look, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I don't like being kidnapped from my apartment. You don't know whom you're messing with. I have some very important friends who will be looking from me," Daniel said coldly.
Snape smirked at him. "Oh, be assured, they won't find you here."
Daniel crossed his arms and glared. "You would be amazed at how easy it would be for them to find me," he replied snottily.
Snape looked at Daniel thoughtfully before dismissing him. Daniel knew that the man didn't think there would be any trouble with any of Daniel's friends, and Daniel knew it as well. What could a Muggle do against a Wizard? Daniel paused a moment before admitting reluctantly that the Muggle was Jack. God, who knows what Jack would do to find his best friend. He suddenly felt very uneasy.
"Jack is so going to kill me," Daniel moaned. "He was right. I'm always getting kidnapped."
Snape gaped at him, his expression astonished. Daniel had to bite back his laughter. He never thought he would see Snape so taken aback. It was almost enough to make his kidnapping worthwhile.
Snape blinked and his face went blank again. "Do you get kidnapped a lot?" the man asked sarcastically.
Daniel sighed mournfully. "Like you wouldn't believe," he replied flatly.
Snape gave him a bewildered look. He opened his mouth to say something when a loud voice from behind Snape began to yell.
"He's gone! Harry has escaped!" Hermione yelled. She was running down the corridor, making her way towards Snape. She stopped in shock when saw Snape and Daniel talking. With a squeal of delight, she ran over and threw herself at Daniel. She hugged him tightly and Daniel gave Snape a look of confusion. He had to keep up appearances. He couldn't let the man know that he was Harry Potter.
Daniel took a hold of Hermione's arms and forced her off him. He took a step back and glared at her. "What the hell is going on here? You're that woman who thought I was some guy called Harry. Did you kidnap me? Why? I want to know what the fuck is going on!" Daniel demanded in a loud voice. "What right do you have to kidnap me? Do you know how much trouble you're in with the United States government, let alone their military? I have friends who will be looking for me. They will not be happy about this," Daniel informed them imperiously. Daniel held back a snicker as he realized how right he was. Jack hated it when Daniel got kidnapped.
Hermione looked at him in shock. "Harry! It's all right. You're here now. You're back at Hogwarts. You don't need to hide anymore," she said earnestly.
"Look, you crazy lady, I have told you over and over, I AM NOT HARRY! My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson. I am an Archeologist and a Linguist. I work for the United States Military. I was born in Egypt on July 8, 1965. You can find any of this on the internet. I don't know why you keep thinking I'm this Harry, but you need to get some help, some professional help. Now, I'm leaving this place and if you try to stop me, I'm going to hurt you so much, that your grandchildren will still be feeling it."
With that said, Daniel turned and began to walk down the corridor. As he made his way through the castle halls, he realized that he couldn't act as if he knew where he was going. That would be too suspicious. He stopped, turned and looked at an amused Snape and a shocked Hermione. "How the hell do you get out of this place?" he demanded.
"Harry, please," Hermione pleaded.
"You," Daniel began as he pointed at Hermione. "Shut up! I don't talk to crazy people. I was talking to tall, dark and broody. I need to know how to get out of here. You don't want to be around when my friends find me," Daniel said.
Snape gave him a look of amusement. "I must say, I haven't seen Mrs. Malfoy speechless in quite some time. Are you hungry?" he asked.
Daniel blinked at him. "Ah...yeah, I guess. Why? Does this prisoner actually get food?" he asked snidely.
"If you come this way, I can get you some food," Snape replied as he gestured down the hallway. Daniel looked down the hall and realized that it was the way back towards the infirmary.
Daniel crossed his arms and gave Snape a look of annoyance. "Do I look stupid to you? Hello, a Doctor here. I have two PhDs. I've also been kidnapped enough to know that if I go anywhere with you, especially that way, I would just be going back to the place where I escaped from. Maybe you have forgotten, but I'm trying to leave this place," he said.
"Do we have a problem, Severus?"
Daniel jumped in surprise and whirled around. He bit back a curse as he realized that Albus Dumbledore was standing behind him. His blue eyes twinkled merrily as he looked at Daniel over his glasses. Daniel took in the long, bright purple robe. There were silver stars all over the robe. Daniel tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully. "Have the circus kidnapped me? Because I have to tell you, that outfit that you're wearing is quite...clownish."
Dumbledore smiled at him. "Thank you. I quite like it myself."
Daniel stared at Dumbledore. He had just insulted the man's robe and Dumbledore didn't even blink. He was definitely getting senile.
"Who are you?" Daniel demanded.
"Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts," he said cheerfully.
"Headmaster? Are you telling me that I was kidnapped by that crazy lady and brought to a school?" Daniel asked incredulously.
"Um...yes. Terribly sorry about that. Mrs. Malfoy was sure that you were her missing friend. I didn't realize that her desperation to find her friend had gotten so out of hand that she would kidnap someone," Dumbledore said apologetically.
Hermione huffed. "I have told you once and I have told you twice, that man is Harry Potter. I don't know why you won't believe me, but I know it's true!" she said adamantly. She stamped her foot in frustration.
Daniel gave her a sharp look before turning back to Dumbledore. "Great, then can I go home?" he asked politely.
"Surely you would like to stay awhile? See the castle?" Dumbledore asked cheerfully.
Daniel was tired of being ignored and put off. He wanted to go home, preferably before Jack started knocking heads when he realized that Daniel had been kidnapped. Jack hated having one of his 'kids' missing.
Daniel's expression turned cold and he walked up to Dumbledore. "Maybe you didn't understand me the first time, so I'm going to speak smaller words in hopes that you can understand. I want to go home. I have friends who will not be happy that I am missing. You don't seem to understand the severity of kidnapping me. I work for the United States military. I am someone they will do anything to get back. I don't care if we're in Britain. My friends will do anything and everything to get me back, even if that means going through your government to do it. You don't want to mess with my friends," Daniel said coldly.
Dumbledore's eyes dimmed and his face grew serious. "Mr.?" Dumbledore began.
"The name is Dr. Daniel Jackson," Daniel snapped out.
Dumbledore's eyes widened at the name. Daniel looked at him warily as Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed in resignation. "Of course, Dr. Jackson. If you would follow me, we can talk about this in my office."
Daniel looked at him suspiciously. "You know my name, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I have heard of you before. I hadn't realized that it was you that Mrs. Malfoy had kidnapped."
"How do you know who I am?" Daniel asked. "Have you been spying on me?"
"I've heard of your name through the British government. I'm not exactly sure what it is that you do, Dr. Jackson, but I know that you are someone very important to the United States government. They will not like the fact that you have been kidnapped," Dumbledore said seriously.
Daniel snorted. "No, they won't, but it's not them you have to worry about. Once my friend, Jack, finds out that you have kidnapped me, my government will be the last thing you'll need to worry about," he said gleefully.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm sure. If you would follow me. You two should come as well," Dumbledore nodded to Snape and Hermione.
They made their way to Dumbledore's office and Daniel looked around the castle. He could see that nothing had changed since that last time he had been here. He made sure to look as if the moving pictures and stairs confused him. He jumped back as he saw a ghost and looked at Snape, who had snorted in amusement. He decided that he didn't like the man's amusement, stopped and glared at him. Snape smirked back. Daniel repressed a growl. Did nothing ever phase that man? Daniel smiled slyly and felt a sense of wicked glee when Snape's smug expression faltered. The Potions Master began to look worried. Satisfied that he had caused some concern, he walked on. Who knew the last nine years with Jack would have such an effect on him.
They entered Dumbledore's office and Daniel sat down on one of the chairs. He had just sat down when Fawkes trilled excitedly and flew over to land on Daniel's lap. /Ah, crap! /Daniel thought to himself. He knew Fawkes could tell who he was; he just hoped that Fawkes wouldn't give him away.
He made sure to look shocked when Fawkes landed on his lap. "Er...what is that?" Daniel asked warily. He gave Dumbledore a bewildered look and looked back down at a crooning Fawkes.
"That is my familiar, Fawkes. He is a phoenix," Dumbledore replied cheerfully.
"Phoenix? But isn't the Phoenix just a myth?" Daniel asked skeptically.
"Not exactly," Dumbledore said. "There are many myths about them. The Greek, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and the Egyptians all have stories about the Phoenix, but they are in fact, a reality. They are just in hiding."
Daniel gave Dumbledore a sharp look and look back down at Fawkes. "It is said that a Phoenix, or a Bennu as a Phoenix was called, was the companion to Ra, the Egyptian sun god. It is said that a Phoenix holds the soul of Ra," Daniel said thoughtfully. He looked Fawkes over and wondered if Fawkes or his kind had anything to do the Goa'uld. Could they have been companions to the ancient false gods? He would need to ask Teal'c if he knew anything about the Phoenix.
"Yes, but as we all know, the Egyptian gods were just a myth," Dumbledore said.
Daniel snorted in amusement. Only if Dumbledore knew what Daniel did. He reached down tentatively and began to pet Fawkes on the head. Fawkes crooned ecstatically and looked Daniel in the eyes. They gazed at each other a moment and Daniel could've sworn that he heard a faint voice in his head. He shook his head to clear his mind, looked around the office, and noticed that little had changed. Some of the knick-knacks had been replaced and he could see a portrait or two had been moved, but other than that, it was until the same.
He swallowed nervously. "Um...why are the portraits moving? Why did the stairs move? Why did I see what look like a ghost floating pass me?" Daniel asked. "I think I have been very patient, but some things just don't make sense to me. Where am I?"
"You, Dr. Jackson, are at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dumbledore stated.
Daniel frowned. "Witchcraft and Wizardry? Are you telling me that you teach magic here?" Daniel asked in disbelief.
"That is exactly what I'm telling you. You are in a hidden world. Welcome to the Wizarding World, Dr. Jackson," Dumbledore replied.
Daniel was quiet a moment then began to laugh. "All right, you got me. Did Jack put you up to this? Is this payback for the teddy bear incident? Because if it is, it's pretty damn good, but you can stop now. I figured it out," Daniel said, amused.
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm not sure who your friend Jack is, but I assure you that this is not a joke. There is truly a hidden magical world. It has been hidden for over a thousand years now," Dumbledore explained.
Daniel snorted. "Sure there is and I bet there are dragons, unicorns and elves as well."
"Why yes, there is," Dumbledore replied cheerfully, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.
Daniel crossed his arms. "Prove it. Show me some magic," he demanded.
Dumbledore looked over at Severus and smiled. "If you would, Severus?" he asked.
Snape grumbled, took out his wand and pointed it at the small silver statue sitting on Dumbledore's desk. He muttered a spell and the statue began to rise. Daniel looked at it, his expression unimpressed. "Yes, I'm sure that's great, but a simple string could lift that up. You'll have to do better than that to impress me or even make me believe that what you're saying is true."
Snape glared at him and with a wave of his wand, turned the statue into an owl. Daniel froze as the owl flew over to him and landed on his shoulder. The owl nibbled on his hair and Daniel reached up to pet it. It flew back over and sat on the desk, where Snape turned it back into a statue. Daniel swallowed, looked over at Snape and said, "Ok, color me impressed. So magic is real and there really is a Wizarding World?" he asked.
Snape smirked at him and Dumbledore nodded. "There is indeed."
"Great, but if I see a flying house and young girl with a dog, I am outta here," Daniel said firmly.
Hermione snorted in amusement as Snape and Dumbledore look at him in confusion. He forgot how little the Wizarding World knew of the Muggle world. Daniel sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. It loses something in the explanation. So, tell me about the Wizarding World," Daniel said.
"I don't know why you pretend that you don't know anything about this, Harry. It's getting old. You know damn well there is a Wizarding World and you know exactly who we are," Hermione said, her expression frustrated. "Why do you persist in hiding?"
Daniel glared at Hermione. "I swear to God that if you call me Harry one more time, I am going to hit you, woman or not. I AM NOT HARRY!" Daniel yelled. "Get that through your tiny little mind."
Dumbledore sighed with exasperation. "Hermione, I must insist that you get over this foolish notion that Daniel Jackson is Harry Potter. The British government knows Dr. Jackson. He has been working for the United States military for the last nine years. He is well known to them. I'm afraid that it is just impossible for Dr. Jackson to be Harry Potter. His background is too well known," Dumbledore explained.
"Thank you!" Daniel said, exasperated. "At least someone believes me." Daniel turned to Snape and smirked. "What about you, tall, dark and broody. Do you believe me to be this Harry Potter?" he asked. He was genuinely interested to know if he could fool Snape. They had worked together for several years. Severus had trained him and helped him, along with Hermione, Ron and Draco, to defeat Voldemort. They had become friends after a fashion. Snape was one of the very few people who had truly known him.
"Not hardly, Dr. Jackson. You aren't arrogant enough or even insipid enough to be Harry Potter. You are smart, where Harry Potter was a lazy misbegotten twit, whose only claim to fame was to kill one Dark Lord," Snape said snidely.
Daniel blinked. "Huh...tell me how you really feel about this Harry Potter," Daniel said sarcastically. Snape smirked at him.
"Regardless of who this Harry Potter is, I want to know how you know about me, Mr. Dumbledore," Daniel said the Headmaster.
"Please, call me Albus," the Headmaster replied.
"Thanks, Mr. Dumbledore, but I don't think I will," Daniel said coolly. He ignored the snort of amusement coming from Snape.
"Er...yes. Well, I have monthly tea with the Prime Minister of Britain. I overheard a conversation about you over a year and half ago, I think, something about a lost city. He was very excited about it. Once he realized I was there, he discontinued his conversation. When I inquired about it, he told me that it was classified, but he did talk about how he was an admirer of yours. He was quite effusive in his praises. I'm afraid I didn't really understand a lot of what he was saying, but I heard enough to know that you were very important," Dumbledore explained as he sipped his tea.
"Well what do you know? The Prime Minister likes me," Daniel said, his expression surprised.
"Before we continue, would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore asked.
"Please! I didn't get dinner last night, nor have I had breakfast," Daniel said as he gave Hermione a glare. Hermione didn't see it as her thoughts were directed inward. He hoped that she would take Dumbledore at his word. He didn't want to have to continue fighting her for his identity.
Dumbledore called for a house-elf and ordered some lunch. As they ate, Dumbledore began to explain about the history of the Wizarding World. Daniel already knew about it, but coming from an archeologist point of view, it was rather exciting. He asked questions that he wouldn't have thought to ask before.
"Was Merlin really a wizard or was he just a myth?" Daniel asked.
"Yes, he was a wizard. His actual name was Myrddin, but he was also known as Merlin. There are conflicting stories about where he came from. Some say that he had a mother and lived with her until her death; others say that he came to this world and was an actual being of light. There is not much known about Merlin himself, just of his actions. He was the most powerful Wizard in all of history. There is even a rumor that Merlin himself is still alive, waiting for us to need his guidance once again," Dumbledore explained.
"What about the rumors that he was the Father of all magic on earth?" Daniel asked excitedly. The more he heard, the more he realized that Merlin was indeed responsible for the birth of the Wizarding World. It couldn't have been just Merlin though. He would've needed help. Did he activate the Ancient gene, therefore causing the gene to mutate and grow? Daniel was sure that it was the gene that gave the Wizards the ability to use magic. Did that mean that Jack now had the ability to use magic? Could the dual download of the Ancients knowledge have activated Jack's gene? Could that be why Jack was able to heal Bra'tac when he had been injured?
Dumbledore laughed. "Hardly that. He wasn't the Father of magic, but it is said that he gave us the ability to learn how to harness magic. If he hadn't, we would still have magic; we just wouldn't have been able to use it."
Daniel nodded. That sounded about right. He would love to find Merlin and asked him all about it, but sadly, he had no idea where the Ancient would be. Even if he was around, what made him believe that Merlin would even talk to him?
"So when did he die?" Daniel asked.
Dumbledore chewed on his lip thoughtfully, his gaze absent. "If I remember reading the histories correctly, it was said that he died around the time the Wizarding World hid itself. There are rumors that Merlin was a time-traveler or an Immortal as he had an unusually long life. It was said that when he died, he ascended into a being of magic," Dumbledore said with a chuckle. "Of course, that is purely hogwash. I'm afraid that records from Merlin's time weren't kept as well as they should have and a lot has been lost through the ages. They are nothing more than rumors and myth. When did Merlin actually die, I'm not sure, but I doubt he ascended into a being of magic."
Daniel repressed a snort of amusement. He couldn't help but feel smug as he realized that he knew something that Dumbledore didn't. He wondered what Dumbledore would say if he knew that Merlin -- the Father of Magic -- was in fact, an alien. He was so very tempted to tell him, but he restrained himself. Jack would kill him if he told Dumbledore anything, just to see the old man speechless.
"Well, this was great and everything, but I really need to be getting back," Daniel explained.
"I'm afraid, Dr. Jackson, that I cannot allow you to leave with your memories of the Wizarding World," Dumbledore said regretfully.
Daniel looked at him in disbelief. "Excuse me? Are you saying that now that I know about that Wizarding World, you have to kill me?" he asked, outraged.
Dumbledore looked confused for a moment before smiling. "No, Dr. Jackson. There is a simple spell that will erase your memories from your time here. There will be no killing."
"Why would you want to do that?" Daniel asked, confused
"Simple, it's imperative that we keep knowledge of the Wizarding World a secret. You are an important person, Dr. Jackson. You are important to your government and the British government. Your absence will be missed and we can take no chances that you might tell anyone about the Wizarding World," Dumbledore explained.
"Who would believe me?" Daniel asked incredulously.
"I'm afraid that there are those who would believe you. Peace has been held between the Muggle World and the Wizarding World by a shaky treaty. Only certain people in the governments know about us. It is easier that way," Dumbledore explained. He took out his wand and pointed it at Daniel. "I am sorry about this. I would have loved to have talked to you further," Dumbledore said.
Daniel got up from his chair. "Hey, wait! Don't do anything foolish. I won't tell, really."
Daniel began to back up from Dumbledore. He didn't want to have to use his magic, but there is no way that he was going to let them Obliviate him.
"Again, Dr. Jackson, I am sorry," Dumbledore said. He had just raised his wand when a bright light flashed behind him. A strange noise was heard and Dumbledore was hit with a blue light, knocking him unconscious. Another sound was heard and Snape and Hermione were knocked out as well.
"Well, that was interesting. Who knew Gandalf was into kidnapping," Jack said impishly. He looked over at Daniel and grinned widely. "Why do I have to keep saving your ass, Danny boy?" he asked cheerfully.
"Ah, hell," Daniel groaned.