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!
Jack reappeared on the deck of Thor's ship, the panther snarling in confusion. Jack reached up and grabbed hold of the panther's head to keep it away from his neck. "Nice kitty," he said before yelling to Sam. "Carter, zat this damn cat!"
He heard Sam running towards him and the sound of the Zat gun activating. The cat's head whipped up and he looked around wildly as he realized that he wasn't at Hogwarts any longer. He jumped off Jack and began to back up, snarling and looking around frantically. Sam shot the Zat gun at the cat and it yelped before it was knocked unconscious.
Jack heaved a sigh of relief. For a moment, he had thought he was kitty chow. He was just lucky that Thor had beamed him up when he did. He suddenly remembered Daniel and glanced around frantically. He saw Sam looking at him worriedly.
"Daniel? Where's Daniel?" Jack asked anxiously.
"We got him. Thor took him to the infirmary, or at least what passes as the infirmary. What happened, sir?" she asked curiously. She reached out, grabbed his hand and helped him off the floor. She looked over at the downed panther warily. "Did that panther attack you?" she asked, disbelief shining from her eyes.
Jack snorted. "Yep. Danny and I were doing ok at first. We were stalling, hoping that Thor would figure out the shields, until some overeager wanna-be soldier decided that the questioning wasn't going fast enough. He attacked me with his little energy stick and I knocked him out with the Zat. I grabbed Danny and we hid behind the sink. A few minutes after talking to Thor, pretty kitty here decided to attack. I have no idea where it came from. I never heard the bathroom door open or shut. It was as if he just appeared out of nowhere. He pounced on me and one of Danny's kidnappers got the jump on him and knocked him out. That's about the time Thor beamed us up, kitty cat and all," Jack explained as he looked down at the unconscious animal.
"We need to lock it up for now, until we decide what to do with it," Sam said.
Jack laughed grimly. "How about putting it out of my misery?" he suggested.
Sam frowned. "Sir, it wasn't the animal's fault. It was only acting the way it was raised," she said firmly.
"You say that because you weren't about to become its dinner," Jack shot back.
"Yes sir," Sam replied, amused.
Jack grunted in annoyance. "All right. Help me drag it into the cargo bay. We can lock in there until we decide what to do with it. I'm all set for sending it back, but who knows, maybe Thor would like a new pet," Jack said mischievously.
Sam laughed. "Somehow, I don't see Thor with a large, black panther as a pet."
Jack smirked. "Somehow, I don't see Thor with a pet, period."
Sam and Jack reached down and dragged the large panther to the cargo bay. They put it inside and locked the doors. Jack regarded the doors thoughtfully. "Carter, is there any way to put the shield up around the door?" he asked.
Sam looked at him in confusion. "Yes, but why would you need to?" she asked.
"It's a funny feeling I have. I might be listening to Daniel too much, but there is something hinky going on. I would feel better if you put the shield up," Jack said.
Sam sighed. "Of course, sir." She reached out and touched a button beside the door.
Jack could see the shield flare up in front of the door. He felt better. He hoped he was just being paranoid, but something about Daniel telling him about the sticks doing magic struck a cord in him. He didn't know if Daniel was correct, but he would rather be safe than sorry.
He turned back to Sam and grinned. "Come on. Let's go find our wayward archeologist," he said cheerfully.
They walked to the small infirmary and entered the room. Jack bounced over to the bed that Daniel was sitting on. "Hey, you all right?" Jack asked.
Daniel nodded and groaned. "Yeah, I'm fine. I have a small headache and my back is a little sore, but other than that, I'm fine. How are you?" Daniel asked anxiously.
Jack waved his hands around airily. "Oh, you know. Fine, considering I was almost kitty food," he said with a snort.
"I don't think you were going to be kitty food, Jack. Dumbledore said he didn't want to hurt us," Daniel replied.
"Right and I'm going to believe some old geezer who acted like he was on drugs. I don't think so," Jack said sarcastically.
"Well, at least you got rid of the panther," Daniel sighed with relief. He hoped that Snape wasn't too pissed that they had escaped. Ah, who was he kidding? Of course, he would be pissed. Daniel snickered mentally. He would sure love to see the man's expression once he realized that they had disappeared from literally underneath him.
"Actually, the kitty seems to have come with us," Jack said casually.
Daniel's head whipped around and he stared at Jack in disbelief. "What?" he blurted out in shock.
Jack frowned warily at Daniel's extreme reaction. "Yeah, when I was beamed up, the panther was beamed up with me. Carter stunned it with the Zat and we dragged him into the cargo bay where we locked and shielded the doors. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked.
"No, I just didn't want you to hurt the panther. It's not his fault if he was raised to attack," Daniel said hurriedly.
Jack gave him a skeptical look. Daniel could clearly see that Jack didn't believe him. He hoped that Jack would just let it go. He didn't want to explain that there was more to that panther than even they realized. At least the door was shielded. More than likely, Snape still had his wand with him and once he regained consciousness, he would do everything in his power to try to escape. God, this had the makings of a huge mess. He hoped to God that Snape couldn't get past the shield. Hopefully, the wizard was ignorant when it came to modern technology.
"Why did they kidnap you, Daniel?" Sam asked, breaking the tension that had suddenly built in the room.
"Apparently, it was a case of mistaken identity," Daniel explained.
"It was the psycho chick, wasn't it?" Jack asked.
"Yes, Jack, it was the psycho chick," Daniel replied with a roll of his eyes. Sam looked at them in confusion.
"Psycho chick?" she asked.
"Some time ago, a woman came to my house and began going on about how I was her missing friend, Harry. I tried to tell her that I wasn't and after Jack finally told her off, she left. I thought that would be the end of it. However, she came back last night and kidnapped me. She was already in my apartment when I got home. She attacked me from behind. I never saw her or even heard her. She dragged me back to Hogwarts, where I confronted them. She's still adamant that I'm this Harry Potter. I don't think that she is going to stop trying to get to me," Daniel explained.
Mitchell raised his hand. "I have a question."
"Yes, you in the middle," Jack said expansively.
Mitchell smirked at Jack. He turned back to Daniel and asked, "How did they get you back to Scotland so fast? If they kidnapped you late last night, then how did you get back so fast?"
Jack blinked. "Huh, you know I never thought of that. Unless they have some kind of technology..." he trailed off.
"Or even a ship?" Sam asked curiously.
Daniel shrugged. "I don't know, I was unconscious at the time."
"Well, if the domicile was surrounded by an Ancient shield, could they not very well have more Ancient technology?" Teal'c asked.
"Ah hell, that means we're going to have to back down there," Jack threw his hands up in exasperation. "That also means we're going to have to call Hammond, now that he's in charge of Homeworld Security," Jack said.
"We can't let them keep the technology, or at the very least, we need to find out where they got it. Could they have anything to do with the Trust? Or even Ba'al?" Sam asked thoughtfully.
Daniel grimaced internally. Hermione had no idea what she had done when she kidnapped him. There was no way in hell Jack was going to let this go, not when it meant possible Ancient technology. He had a bad feeling that the SGC was about to find out about magic. Daniel bit his lip anxiously. If he told Jack and the others about his previous life, he could save the Wizarding World. Without Daniel's interference, Jack would dig until they found out everything about magic and its hidden world. It would be in danger, with the likes of the Trust, the NID and Ba'al -- who they weren't even sure was dead.
Could he do this? Could he throw away all that he had worked for to save the Wizarding World once again? Could he live with himself if the Muggle world found out about the Wizarding world? What if the NID kidnapped Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore or any of the other friends he had made before leaving the Wizarding World -- and used them for their own purposes? Could he live with himself if that happened?
He couldn't. One of the main reasons he left the Wizarding world was because of the harm that had come to his friends by being associated with him. He did it to protect them, and it gave him a chance to have a life.
Resigned to his fate, he opened his mouth to confess when an alarm went off. The klaxons wailed loudly and Daniel jumped off the bed. They all ran onto the bridge of the ship.
"What's going on?" Jack asked Thor.
"There seems to be some strange energy readings in the cargo bay. The computer cannot identify it and proceeded to sound the alarm," Thor explained.
"The cargo bay?" Jack asked, startled. "That's where we put the panther."
"Indeed. Nonetheless, there are anomalous readings coming from that section," Thor reiterated.
"Can you tap into the security cameras?" Jack asked. "Let's see what's happening down there."
"One moment," Thor said as his fingers flew over the control panel. "I have the security cameras on screen."
They looked up at the screen and Daniel suppressed a groan of dismay. There, in living color, an enraged Snape was trying to blast the cargo bay doors open with his wand. Daniel looked over at Jack and saw him gaping as Snape shot spell after spell at the door.
"How in the hell did he get on board?" Jack demanded. "Where's the panther?"
"There's no sign of the panther," Sam said. She frowned thoughtfully. "Do you think that the man is a shapeshifter?"
Jack looked at her scornfully. "Right, because humans can do that."
"Well, if you remember there were those people that guarded the Salish. They were able to transform into animals," Sam explained.
"Yes, but they were aliens on a whole other planet, Carter" Jack said in exasperation.
"Who's to say that they haven't found their way here?" Sam replied, watching the screen thoughtfully.
"He doesn't look anything like Xe'ls or T'akaya," Daniel replied. "He doesn't have the gill protrusions on his face. Remember, Jack and I saw him at Hogwarts. I got a good look at his face."
Sam sighed. "True," she conceded.
"Okay, so if he isn't an alien, what is he? How could he have possibly changed from a panther into a man?" Jack asked.
"Magic?" Daniel offered blandly.
Jack glared at him and Daniel shrugged. "I tried to tell you that they told me that they can do magic. Those stick thingies, as you like to call them, are wands. That man in the cargo hold showed me what they can do. He transformed a statue into an owl. A real, live, breathing owl that flew onto my shoulder. I don't know of any alien technology that can do that," Daniel said.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's not out there," Jack said desperately.
"Face it, Jack, there are some things that just can't be explained by science," Daniel said in exasperation.
"Sure it can," Jack insisted adamantly.
"Ghosts?" Daniel inquired.
"Projections," Jack quipped.
"Moving portraits?" Daniel asked whimsically.
"Holograms," Jack retorted.
"Large moving stairs?" Daniel asked.
"Really good engineering," Jack answered with a definite nod.
Daniel sighed. "Statue transformed into an owl?"
"Drugs," Jack replied impishly.
Daniel shook his head as everyone laughed. "Jack," he whined.
"Danny," Jack whined back.
"You know, as amusing as all this friendly banter is, what are we going to do about the guy in the cargo bay?" Mitchell asked.
"We could always let him go," Daniel suggested.
Jack, Sam, Teal'c and Mitchell all stared at him in disbelief.
"What?" Daniel asked warily.
"You want to let a possible alien go?" Jack asked. "Don't you want to go all archeologist on the man?" he asked in disbelief.
Daniel regarded him with annoyance. "You know, I can restrain myself."
They all snorted with derision and Daniel brought out the big guns, pouting at them soulfully. They immediately backpedaled.
"I'm not saying that it's a bad thing," Jack said hastily.
Daniel sniffed indignantly and turned his nose up into the air. "Sure, whatever," he said.
They were distracted from their banter by a roar of rage from the cargo bay. They turned towards the screen and saw that the man was yelling. He threw his wand down in disgust and stomping over to the wall, leaned against it and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. His frown was ferocious.
"Mmm...he looks a little angry," Jack said flippantly.
"Ya think?" Mitchell asked sarcastically.
"Maybe we should go talk to him," Daniel said cautiously. "He might know the answers to some of the questions we have."
Jack frowned thoughtfully. "All right, but if I see him reach for his stick," he said, ignoring Daniel's muttered "wand." "I'll Zat him. Daniel, Teal'c you're with me. Carter, Mitchell, stay here with Thor and man the radio. I need you to let me know whether or not he goes for his stick."
"Understood, sir," Sam and Mitchell replied.
Jack, Daniel and Teal'c left the bridge and made their way to the cargo bay. They approached the door and stopped. Jack clicked the communicator that was still in his pocket. "Where is he now?" Jack asked.
"He hasn't moved since he sat down, sir," Sam answered.
"All right, we're about to take down the shield and unlock the door. Let us know if he moves," Jack said.
"Yes sir," Sam replied.
Daniel reached out and touched the control panel. He turned off the shield and unlocked the door. He looked over at Jack, a question on his face.
"Carter?" Jack asked.
"He hasn't moved an inch, sir," Sam said.
Jack was about to open the door when Daniel thought of something and grabbed his hand. "Wait a minute," Daniel said. "Sam, has the picture on the screen changed at all in the last five minutes?" Daniel asked.
"No, Daniel, it hasn't. Why?" she asked.
"Well, if they do use magic, do you think he might be able to confuse the cameras?" Daniel asked. "What if he isn't actually sitting by the wall?"
"I don't know, Daniel, that's an awfully big leap," Sam said in a skeptical voice.
"I agree, Danny. That is a big leap," Jack said doubtfully.
"Maybe, but nothing we're learning about this is making sense. Go with me here. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but at least we'll be a little more wary. I would rather be wrong than right. Just call it a feeling," Daniel said.
Jack's eyes narrowed and he sighed. "All right. Teal'c and I will enter first, you stay behind us until we know if it's safe or not."
Daniel gave him a short nod. He watched as Jack touched the control panel and the doors opened. He heard Snape yell and pushed Jack out of the way as Teal'c dropped to the ground. Teal'c raised the Zat gun and zapped Snape. He heard a thud as the professor fell to the ground.
Daniel looked at Jack and said, "Well, what do you know? I'm right again."
Jack rolled his eyes. "How did you know he was going to shoot at me?" Jack asked.
"I heard him yell. Remember in the castle, they had to utter words to make their wands work," Daniel answered. "When I heard him yell, I figured he was using his wand."
Jack looked at him with an unreadable expression. He stared for a moment before his expression softened. "Thanks, Daniel."
Daniel shook off the uneasy feeling that Jack's look had given him, and smiled. "Not a problem. That's what I am here for," he said cheerfully.
They walked into the cargo bay. Jack approached Teal'c, who was staring down at Snape with a curious expression. He bent down and grabbed the wand, staring at it thoughtfully. "So, this little stick is a wand, eh? Can anyone use it, I wonder?"
"O'Neill, this man has the same power I have felt on you, DanielJackson, and Oma Desala," Teal's said.
Daniel looked at Teal'c curiously. "Power?" he asked.
"Yes. I have told O'Neill that I have felt a sense of power coming from you, and Oma Desala. I also occasionally feel it from O'Neill, but only in times of great strife," Teal'c explained.
"You feel it from me?" Daniel asked nervously.
"I have only felt it when you were an Ascended being. I have not felt it sense," Teal'c explained.
Daniel heaved a silent sigh of relief. "And Oma? What about her?" he asked curiously. He wondered if the reason Teal'c could feel magic was because of the naquada in his blood, or if there might be a little Ancient gene in his line somewhere. In that case, then Sam would be able to feel magic, and as far as he knew, she felt nothing.
"Oma is quite strong in her power. I could feel it flowing from her in gentle waves. It was quite comforting," Teal'c said with a small smile.
"That's interesting. And you say you can feel the power coming from this man as well?" Daniel asked.
"Indeed I can," Teal'c replied, "but it is not as strong, nor as comforting."
"We need to get him locked up in a cell. I think I'll be holding onto his...stick," Jack said with contempt. "T, buddy, help me with this guy. The sooner we get him locked up, the better."
Daniel looked at him in surprise. Jack was acting kind of abrupt. He wondered what was going on. "Jack?" he asked quietly.
"Not now, Danny. We need to take laughing boy here down to a cell. We can talk later," Jack said seriously.
Daniel frowned as he heard Jack's serious tone. The butterflies that had been in stomach earlier came back. He had a sinking feeling that he was not going to like their talk. He followed them as they dragged Snape down to the ship's small cell. They carried him in and laid him down on the bench that was inside. They secured the door as they left.
Jack grunted with satisfaction. "Well, Vamp boy here won't be able to get out without his little stick."
"Vamp boy?" Teal'c inquired curiously.
"Yeah, you know, pale skin, beady eyes, dark hair. Not to mention that funky looking outfit. Now, I'm no fashion king myself but come on, that robe just screams /stick a big piece of wood in my heart and slay me/," Jack said with relish.
Daniel looked at him warily. "You've been watching your Buffy DVDs again, haven't you?" he asked.
Jack looked shifty for a moment. "Maybe," he drawled out.
Daniel shook his head in exasperation. "You remember what happened the last time you did that?" he asked.
"Excuse me, but we all know that Maybourne was a blood-sucking fiend," Jack protested.
"That's true, but did you really have to throw your pencil at his chest like that?" Daniel asked.
"He didn't know any different," Jack protested.
"No, but I thought Hammond was going to shoot you when you said /'It always works for Buffy'/," Daniel replied.
Jack sniffed indignantly. "You're just jealous you didn't think of it."
Daniel paused a moment before nodding. "That is so true," he quipped.
Teal'c shook his head at the banter, turned and walked back towards the bridge. Daniel and Jack grinned at each other. Any time they got some kind of reaction out of Teal'c, they knew they had done a good job. Daniel took one last look at Snape and followed Jack back to the bridge.
"Sir, there seems to be some kind of activity at the school," Sam said as she looked at her monitor.
Jack frowned. "What's going on?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not sure, but what seems to be a large group of humans suddenly appeared at the school. That in itself wouldn't be a concern, but the readings show that they seem to be shooting their energy weapons. If Daniel is right, then there are children in that school. This doesn't look good," she explained.
"We don't anything about the people at the school. For all we know, they could be the enemy," Jack said.
Daniel debated with himself. It sounded like the school was under attack. How could've anyone have gotten past the wards? True, Thor was able to beam past them, but that was because they had superior technology. In order for the wards of Hogwarts to be bypassed, it would have to be an inside job. Someone would've had to have worked on the wards for months in order for them to be weak enough to get through. Daniel pondered what that meant for Thor. Was that the only reason Thor had been able to get past the wards? Regardless, they couldn't let the students get hurt.
"Jack, shouldn't we at least check it out?" Daniel asked.
"Daniel, these people kidnapped you and now you want to help them?" Jack asked in irritation.
"One woman kidnapped me. Over a mistaken identity. That doesn't mean we shouldn't help them. There are children in that school. You can't just leave them there without helping. You know you won't, Jack," Daniel said anxiously.
Jack rubbed his face wearily. "Fine, we'll check it out. Thor, can you still get past the shields they have surrounding the castle?" he asked.
"Indeed I can. I have been able to calibrate the transporter to match the energy readings from the shields. I am now able to beam in and out of the school," Thor replied.
"What about Mitchell, Carter and Teal'c? Will you be able to beam them out?" Jack asked.
"Yes, O'Neill. The previous problem had to do with the energy readings. As it was an offshoot of Ancient technology, you were the only that had no problem getting past the shields thanks to your gene," Thor explained. "I have now compensated for the problem."
"All right. Mitchell, Carter and Teal'c, I want you to get ready. Use the Zat guns. I don't want to accidentally shoot any of the students. You have two minutes to gear up," Jack said briskly. He looked over at Daniel and said, "You too, Danny boy. I want you to have a Zat gun. I also want you to stay as close to me as possible. These people kidnapped you once; I don't want to take a chance of them turning on us."
Daniel agreed. He ran over to Sam and she handed him a Zat gun. He activated it and looked down at it with a sense of foreboding, remembering the last battle he'd participated in at Hogwarts. It had been two months before the Final Battle. One of the Hufflepuffs had received the Dark Mark and had let a contingent of Death Eaters into the school. He remembered the chaos of the battle, the screams of pain, the smell of blood and the sight of school members falling to their deaths. They had lost twenty students that night. They would've lost more if it hadn't been for the fifteen Slytherins who had seen the light that night. Daniel guessed the sight of their friends being cursed brought home what it would be like to be a Death Eater. He remembered the look of pride on Snape's face after the battle. He had been proud of his Slytherins. It had gone a long way toward restoring the Slytherin name.
"It's time, kids. Get your asses over here. We gotta go," Jack yelled.
They ran over to stand next to Jack. Jack looked at Thor and said, "Keep a close watch on us. If any of us is shot, then I want you to beam us up. And as soon as the shooting stops, I'm going to be calling you to beam us back. I don't want to give those people a chance to interrogate us."
Thor nodded briefly. "I understand, O'Neill," the alien replied.
Jack gave Thor a quick nod and they were beamed into chaos. There was panic all around them. Daniel could hear screaming of children, the yelling of curses and he could smell the blood. He shuddered in remembrance of the past. He hadn't wanted to be here again and yet he was.
"Shit! I'm not sure who to shoot at," Jack yelled.
Daniel looked around frantically. He saw Dumbledore fighting with a man in a red robe and looked around the Great Hall. He noticed that instead of the black robes of the Death Eaters, their enemies were now wearing red.
"The ones in red, Jack. Shoot at the guys in the red robes," Daniel called out.
Jack nodded quickly and zatted a wizard in a red robe. He had been about to curse a first year. The little girl squeaked in terror and Jack yelled at her to hide. She nodded her thanks and took off running. Daniel began to duck and run, zatting as many as he could. He needed to make sure that he had cover. He looked up suddenly and saw a man creeping up behind Hermione, who was fighting another red-robed wizard. She wasn't aware of what was going on behind her. Daniel took off running, and as he got closer, he lifted his Zat gun and stunned the man. Hermione had just knocked her opponent out and whirled around when she heard the Zat gun go off. She looked down at the fallen wizard and then back at Daniel in shock. Daniel gave her a nod and a quick smile, then ran off, stunning another man in the process.
Time had no meaning. It seemed like hours had gone by since Daniel had beamed down with his team. He shot left and right, ducking and rolling whenever he heard someone yelling a spell. He wasn't paying attention and bumped into someone. He whirled around his, Zat gun raised, ready to fire. He froze when he saw the blue eyes of the Headmaster. Dumbledore's eyes widened momentarily and he looked around the Great Hall. Daniel followed his gaze and saw Jack, Sam, Mitchell and Teal'c weaving their way through the chaos, stunning red-robed wizards left and right. Jack was protecting a group of first years, who were hiding behind an over-turned table. Daniel was about to make his way there to help when he saw Mitchell running over. Mitchell shot one of the wizards and dived behind the table.
Daniel relaxed and turned back towards Dumbledore. Dumbledore was looking at him appraisingly. Daniel felt uncomfortable under the man's gaze and had to restrain himself from squirming like a chastened student. He arched an eyebrow and saw as the twinkle flared in Dumbledore's eyes. There was a momentary lull in the battle and the Headmaster smiled cheerfully. It had always irritated him when Dumbledore seemed to smile at inopportune times, but years and many battles later, Daniel had understood that you take enjoyment where you can find it.
"Ah, Dr. Jackson, it's nice to see you again. Why do you honor us with your presence?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly.
Daniel shrugged. "Oh, you know. I was just in the neighborhood and saw that you were having a little get-together. I thought my friends and I could stop in and say hi," he said flippantly. He raised his Zat gun and shot a wizard who was creeping up behind Dumbledore. The old wizard turned and regarded the downed man, the turned back to Daniel, his gaze on the Zat gun.
"Interesting weapon you have there," Dumbledore said.
"Yeah, that's what I thought about your stick thingies," Daniel said idly. He looked around the Great Hall and noticed that the battle seemed to be dying down. He was exhausted. He hated fighting. It took so much out of him. He had thought when he left the Wizarding World and Harry Potter behind, that his life would be filled with digging up old things, not fighting aliens and equally disturbed wizards. He had left one war only to be caught up in another. Now it looked like he might be caught up in another magical war as well. He could feel the noose around his neck getting tighter. The life he had fought so hard for might be coming to an end.
Jack walked up beside him and looked at Dumbledore warily. "Hey, Danny, I thought I told you to stay close," he said, annoyed.
Daniel shrugged. "Sorry," he apologized insincerely.
Jack shook his head. "You doing ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. A little exhausted but fine," Daniel replied.
"Good. Gandalf, nice to see you again," Jack greeted cheerfully.
Dumbledore smiled in amusement. "You, as well, Mr. Homer. I must say that I appreciate your help in this matter, even if it wasn't your battle," the Headmaster said.
Jack shook his head. "If it had been anywhere else but a school, I would've left you on your own. But no one harms a child while I'm around," he said darkly.
Dumbledore looked thoughtful before his gaze turned serious. He glanced around the Great Hall sadly. "Yes, I would like to think that everyone got out of this unscathed, but there are bound to be some casualties."
"Professor Dumbledore!" a voice called out.
Daniel turned and saw Arthur Weasley running up to the Headmaster. He slowed at the sight of the two men who were obviously Muggles. He frowned slightly and continued his approach. "Was anyone hurt?" he asked as he gazed at Jack and Daniel curiously.
Daniel restrained a smile at Mr. Weasley's curiosity. It seemed that he hadn't lost his love of Muggle things. He had missed the man and his generous nature. If his smile seemed a little less brighter than before, well, that was only because he had lost his wife and his daughter during the war with Voldemort. It had been a dark day for the Weasley family. Daniel still felt guilty about that. If the Weasleys hadn't been friends with Harry Potter, then the Death Eaters might've never targeted them regardless of the fact that many of the Weasleys were part of the Order of the Phoenix.
"I am not sure. We will have to wait until everyone is accounted for," Dumbledore said.
"And who might you be?" Arthur asked the two newcomers curiously.
"I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson and this is..." Daniel began.
"Homer," Jack cut in.
"Oh, for the poet, right?" Arthur asked eagerly.
"Er...right...whatever," Jack said testily. Daniel repressed a smile. He highly doubted that many wizards in the Wizarding World had heard of or even seen Homer Simpson. Jack's little joke was really lost on them.
"You are Muggles, yes?" Arthur asked in confusion.
"Muggles?" Daniel asked with forced curiosity.
"Non-magical people," Dumbledore explained.
"Ah, then yes, we're Muggles," Daniel said.
"But how did you get here? In fact, how did you even see Hogwarts? Or even know there was a battle going on?" Arthur asked suspiciously.
"I was invited," Daniel deadpanned.
Jack snickered and Dumbledore's lips twitched with amusement.
"Really? Who invited you?" Arthur asked, his face as open and naÃ¯ve as ever.
"Mrs. Malfoy. It was an invitation I really couldn't refuse," Daniel said in a bland tone of voice.
Jack grinned widely and Dumbledore smiled. Arthur looked at them in confusion and opened his mouth to say something more, when Sam, Mitchell and Teal'c walked up to them.
"Sir, all students are accounted for," Sam reported.
"Everyone?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir. I heard a Madame Pomfrey, I believe was her name, say that everyone was here. Some of the students suffered only minor injuries. There were no fatalities among them," she said, her relief clearly seen.
"Good news, Carter. Mitchell, Teal'c, everything all right with you?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir, everything is hunky dory," Mitchell piped up.
"I am uninjured, O'Neill," Teal'c rumbled.
"O'Neill? I thought you said your name was Homer," Arthur asked, confused.
Daniel heard Sam smother her laughter and directed an amused look her way. Her blue eyes were dancing with merriment. Mitchell looked confused and Teal'c just arched an eyebrow.
"That's my first name," Jack replied with a innocent smile.
"Ah, I see," Arthur said. It was very clear that he didn't.
"I was wondering how a mutual acquaintance of ours is doing?" Dumbledore asked.
"We were about to go out and buy some kitty litter, but imagine our surprise when we realized we didn't need it. Now that is just something you don't see every day," Jack said.
"Unless you're us," Daniel piped up.
Jack glared at Daniel. "Now, who is watching too much /Buffy/?" he asked.
Daniel shrugged. "Sorry, couldn't help it."
Jack snorted in exasperation. Daniel grinned at him and Jack's expression softened. He looked over at him affectionately, and Daniel couldn't resist the urge to flutter his eyebrows at his best friend. Jack grinned and turned his attention back to Dumbledore.
"He hasn't been harmed, has he?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Well, not so much no, but he might be a tad pissed off when we get back. These suckers hurt when you get shot with 'em," Jack said.
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yeah, I really hate being ambushed," Jack said flatly.
"Headmaster," a voice called out. Daniel and Jack turned and saw Ron running up to them, his wand out. "What are you doing here?" Ron asked Jack angrily.
"Helping to save your ass," Jack said sarcastically.
"Where's Professor Snape?" Ron asked belligerently.
"Why? Ya miss him?" Jack asked.
"Look, you Muggle, you have no right to be here. We were doing all right without you," Ron said, his expression annoyed.
Jack's face grew angry and he walked up to Ron, grabbed the wand out of the man's hand, and threw it on the ground. "When I got here, one of your friends was about to shoot at a little girl with no help in sight. When I got here, a group of children were surrounded by four of your enemies with no help in sight. When I got here, a child was lying on the ground, bleeding, and a man was standing over him, laughing as he shot his little energy weapon at him with no help in sight. If I hadn't gotten here when I did, you might've been ten children short. So sit down, shut your ass up, and be glad that I got here when I did," Jack snarled.
Ron's face was flushed with embarrassment and shame. He looked away from Jack and mumbled, "Sorry."
"Yeah, well, whatever," Jack said flatly.
"I appreciate your help, Mr. O'Neill," Dumbledore said. "As you said before, if you hadn't shown up when you did, we might have had several students killed. As much as it saddens me, however, I really must insist that you tell me how you got through the wards that surround the castle," Dumbledore finished as he raised his wand and pointed it at them.
Jack laughed snidely. "Please, Gandalf, do you really think I would come back here if I didn't have a way out?" he asked. He touched the communicator and said, "Now."
The team disappeared in a flash of bright light. Dumbledore sighed in resignation, while Ron and Arthur stared in shock.
Arthur looked at Dumbledore in disbelief and asked, "What was that? How did they get past the wards? They're Muggles."
"I'm not sure. I have been unable to get the answer out of them," Dumbledore said, annoyed. He hated not knowing, too.
"How did you meet them?" Arthur asked. "Why did they even bother helping us?"
"Let me tell you over a cup of tea. It's quite an interesting story," Dumbledore said as they walked away.
Ron stared at the spot where Dr. Jackson and his friends had been standing. His expression grew thoughtful. He didn't hear Hermione walk up to him, and started in surprise when she touched his arm. He looked over at her and asked, "Did you see them disappear?"
"I did. I saw it before. Dr. Jackson, if that is who he truly is, saved me earlier," she said with a frown. "I didn't even hear the wizard behind me."
"Hermione, remember when I stayed at your house when we were younger, after we graduated from Hogwarts? I was watching your TV, and laughing at one of your shows, Star Trek, I think it was. Remember how they moved from ship to planet and back?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "Yes, I remember. Why?"
"Well, didn't it look an awful lot like what they did?" Ron asked cautiously.
Hermione laughed. "Ron, that was just science fiction. There are no such thing as aliens. You're so funny," she said, amused, as she walked away.
Ron scowled. "Yeah," he grumbled, "but then you used to think there was no such thing as magic, too. No, I think it looked a lot like that show. I wonder," he said softly and walked after Hermione.
Jack chuckled as he reappeared on Thor's ship. He turned to Daniel and said smugly, "What did I tell ya? I knew they were going to try to detain us. I have a feeling that Gandalf really hates us about now."
Daniel shook his head, annoyed, and replied, "I'm sure. You know you would be too if someone constantly beamed into your home and/or workplace and didn't even bother telling you how it was done. I mean, what would you do if someone just beamed into the SGC without a how-do-you-do, stirred up some trouble, and left?"
Jack crossed his arms and looked at Daniel for a moment. His gaze then slid over to the small, gray alien being that was watching them with a curious expression. He looked back at Daniel, arched an eyebrow and said, "You're right. I've never been in that position."
Daniel gaped at Jack for a moment and sighed. "You're right. Forgive me," he said.
Jack smirked. "I'll think about it." He turned and walked off.
Daniel looked at Sam and shook his head. "I wanted him to stay why?" he asked.
Sam grinned. "You know you would've missed him if he had left."
"Maybe," Daniel muttered doubtfully.
Sam snickered and walked off. Daniel followed her and made his way over to Jack, who was talking to Thor. Jack looked up as Daniel stepped next to him. He had an irritated look on his face.
"What's going on?" Daniel asked.
"It seems our mysterious guest is awake. Professor Snape, I think the idiot at the school called him. Apparently, he hasn't appreciated our hospitality," Jack remarked cheerfully.
"Oh?" Daniel asked, curious.
Thor's little mouth tightened in what looked like annoyance. "Indeed. He was quite vocal when he awoke. He called quite loudly for several minutes, demanding to talk to someone. I heard him say something about idiotic Muggles, though I am not sure what that means," Thor replied.
"Didn't that Dumbledore guy say that Muggles were non-magical beings?" Sam asked skeptically.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, because we all believe in magic. Please, those people found some alien technology and now they think they're wizards. Wands, my ass," he muttered.
"Regardless of what they think, we have someone in Thor's brig who thinks he's a wizard and he sounds a little angry. We should go talk to him and see what he has to say. As I said before, he might have some answers for us," Daniel commented.
"Fine, Teal'c and I will go talk to him. I want to know how he can change into a panther," Jack said.
Daniel frowned. "Why you and Teal'c? I want to talk to him too."
Jack sighed. "Danny, you know as well as I do that if you went to talk to the man, we would never get a word in edgewise. That or he would use you as a hostage," he muttered.
Daniel glared at Jack balefully. "You know, not everyone I talk to tries to kidnap me." He glared harder when he heard stifled laughter.
"Of course not, Daniel," Jack said, his tone patronizing.
"I don't like you," Daniel said imperiously. He turned and walked out of the room.
Jack chuckled as Sam grinned at him. "You know he's going to make you regret that later," she commented.
"Yeah, but I'll worry about it when he's safe," Jack said smugly.
Sam shook her head and began a discussion with Thor about the shields.
"Mitchell, hold the fort. Teal'c and I have someone to interrogate...er...I mean talk to," Jack amended.
"Understood, sir," Mitchell replied sharply, a grin on his face. "Have fun with that."
"Oh, I will. Come on, Teal'c, let's go talk to our guest," Jack said, and they both walked out of the room.
Jack made his way towards the brig, Teal'c beside him. He didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't like it. Some things just weren't adding up. A woman had kidnapped Daniel in a case of mistaken identity and now they were in the middle of some secret society of supposed wizards that had technology that dated back to the Ancients. Why was it never simple when it came to Daniel's kidnappings?
Speaking of Daniel, something was off with him as well. He had been noticeably jumpy. The fact that he didn't have the urge to interrogate their prisoner about his culture was strange. Jack had also noticed an almost wistful gaze in Daniel's eyes as they made their way out of the castle earlier. Daniel had been looking at the moving pictures with an almost fond gaze. Not to mention the fact that he seemed to know where he was going. Daniel had guided them towards the bathroom with almost no hesitation. There was something going on. Daniel was hiding something and Jack was determined to figure it out. Later though, when they had time.
Jack stepped into the brig and walked up to the cell that held the dark-haired man. He looked him over and smirked. He had character. The long black hair gleamed in the light, and his skin was pale. He had a feeling that if he took off those funny-looking clothes, Jack would see the body of a fighter. The man had an aura of a predator and he looked dangerous.
"Howdy ho, kitty cat," Jack trilled cheerfully.
The man glared at him viciously and Jack smirked. "You know, you really should watch where you transform. You never know who is watching. There are these lovely things called cameras. Imagine our surprise when we found a man instead of a panther in the room where we had locked it up. So, how did you do it? Hologram? Shield of some sort? What sort of technology makes a cat transform into a man?" Jack asked.
"Let me go, you stupid muggle," the man hissed coldly.
"Now, see, that's just rude. Here I am, making polite conversation and you have to go and be rude," Jack said mockingly. He turned to Teal'c and asked, "Now, is that any way to act?"
"Indeed not," Teal'c replied, his deep voice rumbling.
The man looked at Teal'c and frowned slightly. He looked Teal'c up and down and asked, "What are you?"
Jack froze and blinked rapidly. Teal'c arched an eyebrow, as close to showing surprise as the man would ever get. "To what do you refer?" Teal'c asked.
"You're not human," the man said.
Jack snorted. "Really? Well, according to that red-headed idiot in the castle, you're Professor Snape and you're a wizard. I would believe that, really, if you didn't show signs of technology. I'm afraid I can't believe in Wizards. Your little energy sticks are very interesting, but I refuse to believe they're 'magical' wands." He quoted the air with his fingers.
Snape glared at him. "You have a non-human next to you and yet you don't believe in magic. Give me my wand, and I'll be glad to show you," he offered coldly.
Jack laughed. "Right, because I'm just stupid enough to fall for that. What makes you think my buddy here isn't human? He looks human to me."
Snape sneered. "Not all things non-human look any different from me and you. You wouldn't know a non-human if he hit you upside the head," he retorted coldly.
Jack grinned. "You would be surprised by what I know."
Snape glared at him balefully. "I demand to be released. You muggles cannot keep me here. They'll be searching for me and you'll regret it once they find me," the dark-headed man snarled.
Jack smirked. "They can try, but trust me when I say, they won't find you here," he commented smugly.
"You'd be surprised what they can do," Snape retorted in a threatening tone.
"Mmm...maybe...but they still won't find you here. Now, I heard why that woman kidnapped Danny, but what I want to know is why she seemed to think that he was whoever she was looking for. Why Daniel? How could he possibly be the person she seems to think he is when her friend disappeared five years ago? I've worked with Daniel almost ten years now, and he was well-known among the academic community before that. He didn't just suddenly appear out of nowhere. He has a paper trail a mile long. What makes that psycho lady think Daniel is this Harry Porter?" Jack asked.
"Potter," Teal'c interjected.
Jack looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"
"His name is Harry Potter," Teal's replied.
"How do you know? You weren't even around when they said his name," Jack asked, confused.
Teal's smiled mysteriously and refused to answer.
Jack looked at him strangely before turning back to Snape. "Regardless of the name, I want to know what makes anyone think Daniel is this Harry Potter."
"I never said he was Harry Potter. Potter disappeared five years ago. As you said, there is no way that your friend can be Harry Potter. Mrs. Malfoy is clearly delusional, which doesn't surprise me at all. She took her friend's disappearance badly and has been searching for him ever since. I do not know how she came to believe that Daniel Jackson is her friend, but unless he has the ability to be two people in two places at one time," Snape replied, eyes cold, "obviously, he cannot be Harry Potter."
"Fine, I understand that you don't know. On to something else. Where did you get the technology for the shields around the castle? I know that there's no way that anyone on Earth could even begin to build something that advanced, so you had to have either brought it with you or found a stash of technology somewhere. Where?" Jack asked.
Snape smirked. "It's not technology."
Jack sighed in resignation. "I know I'm going to regret this, but if it's not technology, then what is it?" he asked with mock trepidation.
"Magic," Snape told him scornfully.
Jack moaned as if in pain and shook his head. "I knew you were going to say that. I just knew it!" he replied bitterly. "Danny is never going to let me live this down. Look, you know as well as I do that there is no such thing as magic. What you have is some very advanced Ancient technology. Now, not many people on Earth would know about that, but we do. The shields surrounding your castle are an offshoot of Ancient technology, not magic. You can sit here and stew for all I care, but you will answer us," Jack said coolly.
"I refuse to answer any more of your questions. You simply wouldn't understand," Snape growled.
"Hey!" Jack retorted. "If you say that we're too young, I'm going to open this door and beat you."
Snape looked at him strangely. His gaze swept over Jack and he smirked. "You're welcome to try any time," he responded mildly, "and *I* don't think you're anywhere near young."
"Hey! Was that an insult?" Jack demanded. He turned to Teal'c and asked, "He just insulted me, didn't he?"
Teal'c arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Indeed," he deadpanned.
Jack huffed. "Fine, for that, I'm leaving. You can just sit here. I don't want to talk to you anymore." He turned and walked out of the room.
Teal'c turned to leave but paused, glancing at Snape. "You may not know what that female wanted with DanielJackson, but you know more than you are saying. Know this, Tau'ri, if DanielJackson is harmed in anyway, I will hold you personally responsible. And I am a formidable warrior when angry. I protect my friends and DanielJackson is one of my closest. This is your only warning." He nodded minutely and walked out of the room.
Jack was leaning against the wall, waiting for him. "So, did you threaten him?" he asked cheerfully.
"I did indeed, O'Neill," Teal'c replied.
"Ah, for me?" Jack asked whimsically.
"No, for DanielJackson. I believe you are old enough to take care of yourself," Teal'c answered before walking off.
"What?! Hey! How come you threatened him for Daniel but not me? Teal'c? Hey, Teal'c! Wait up for me buddy," Jack yelled as he rushed after his friend.
Several hours had gone by and Daniel was getting restless. He needed to talk to Snape. He looked over at Jack and noticed that he was busy. He bit his lip briefly before walking out of the room. He made his way to the brig and walked up to the cell that his former professor was in.
Snape was lying on the bench, staring up at the ceiling. He turned his head to look at Daniel and got up from the bench. He walked over to the door and waited, as Daniel got closer.
"Daniel Jackson. I was wondering when I would see you," Snape said.
"Yeah, well, call it my insatiable curiosity. I was wondering how you were doing," Daniel replied.
"I want to go home, Mr. Jackson," Snape answered.
"Dr. Jackson, or you can just call me Daniel."
"Indeed," Snape said archly.
Daniel held back a snicker. Who knew that Teal'c and Snape would have so much in common? He frowned slightly as he realized that they really did have things in common. They both defied an evil man to do what was right. They were both honorable, if slightly misunderstood. They were both formidable fighters. They were both very protective of him, even though Snape didn't know that he was Harry Potter. Snape had taught him what he needed to know in order to defeat Voldemort. He had become a friend of sorts, and protected Harry in any way that he could.
"Are you hungry? We have some food. It's not the best, I'm afraid, considering where we are, but it should tide you over," Daniel offered.
"I would prefer to go home. I have done nothing to deserve being held prisoner here," Snape replied coldly.
"Ah, see, you did. At least, according to Jack. The first mistake was in kidnapping me, the second was in making Jack finding me, the third was in attacking Jack, the fourth was in transforming from a panther to a man, the fifth is the fact that you have very advanced shields around the castle, the sixth..."
"Enough, you twit," Snape yelled. "I demand to be released."
"Er...sorry, can't. I find it ironic that when I was in a similar situation, I was refused as well. You tried to detain me, and then erase my memories. I don't like that very much. I get kidnapped enough without your friend's help, thank you very much. Even when we went to help Dumbledore, he still tried to detain us. That's gratitude for you," Daniel said with irritation.
Snape's intense black eyes zoomed in on him and he bit out, "What do you mean you helped Dumbledore?"
"Oh, there were some guys in red robes attacking your school. We went to help," Daniel answered.
"Why?" Snape demanded.
"Hey, I might have a problem with you kidnapping me, but I won't allow children to get hurt if I can help it. Nor would Jack. He has a soft spot when it comes to kids," Daniel said with a gentle smile.
"Was anyone killed?" Snape asked, real concern showing on his face.
"None of the children were, though there were some minor injuries. I'm not sure about anyone else," Daniel answered.
"I need to leave. I need to go home. Now is not the time for me to be here. Let me out!" Snape demanded.
"I have no say in it, Professor Snape."
"You're lying," Snape accused.
Daniel paused a moment. "Well, not lying, per se. I guess I could open this door and let you go, but trust me, you have no way of escaping this place."
"Release me and we can find out," Snape replied persuasively.
Daniel laughed. "Sorry, no."
"I could make it worth your while," Snape said slyly.
Daniel's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Really? And what do you offer for the chance to escape?" he asked.
"Access to the Wizarding World, where you can research until your heart is content. I know that you're an archeologist. You can learn everything that you want to know. Hogwarts has one of the largest libraries in the Wizarding World," Snape offered.
"As interesting as that sounds, and boy, does it sound interesting, I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse. Your friend, Mr. Dumbledore, wasn't going to allow me to leave with my memories intact. I'm sure he wouldn't agree to this. Plus, I don't know you enough to trust you," Daniel said.
Snape gave Daniel a fierce look and said, "You know me, Mr. Potter."
Daniel froze. "I'm sorry, but I thought I told you once before, I'm not Harry Potter," he retorted.
Snape snorted. "You may be able to fool the others, but remember Potter, I trained you. I know you. You are Harry Potter."
"Well, isn't that interesting," a voice said from behind him.
Daniel turned around slowly and swallowed at the hard look that Jack was giving him. Oh god, everything had just come to a screeching halt.
Daniel swallowed nervously. /All right, lie! Lie like a dog! /he thought to himself frantically. There was no way that he could tell Jack about his life as Harry Potter in front of Snape. He didn't want the man to know for sure. Right now, Daniel was sure Snape was just guessing, trying to distract him, maybe even cause a little chaos. The man loved nothing more than creating chaos.
"Hey, Jack," Daniel said casually.
"Hey, Daniel," Jack replied. "Or should I say, Harry Potter?" he asked whimsically, his eyes cold.
"What do you mean?" Daniel asked, confused.
"This is the second time someone called you Harry Potter. I'm beginning to see a trend here. Is there something you need to tell me, Danny boy?" Jack asked coolly.
"Only that Professor Snape is as crazy as that psycho lady is," Daniel replied adamantly.
"Mmm..." Jack murmured. He walked up the cell and looked at the dark-headed man. He glanced at him thoughtfully and asked, "What makes you think that Daniel is Harry Potter? I thought you said earlier that you didn't believe him to be your missing friend."
"Potter isn't my friend, per se. He was someone that I taught, someone that I trained. I know his body movements, his facial movements. I couldn't be sure until I had a chance to actually study him, but yes, I think Daniel Jackson is Harry Potter," Snape explained.
Jack looked over at Daniel, arched an eyebrow and asked, "Well?"
Daniel shook his head. "I'm not Harry Potter. I am Dr. Daniel Jackson. You know that, Jack. How could I be Harry Potter? He disappeared five years ago? I was working with you when he disappeared. You know that," Daniel explained desperately.
"Time Turner," Snape exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" Jack asked, confused.
"Wizards have a device called a Time Turner. It gives you the ability to go back in time. The standard Time Turners only allow you to go back several hours or even days, but there are very rare Time Turners that will allow you to travel back years. Harry Potter could've very well have used one to go back several years before you even met," Snape explained.
Jack looked at him skeptically. "Are you telling me that wizards have the ability to go back in time?" he asked.
"Yes, Muggle, I believe that is what I said. If you would pay attention the first time, I wouldn't have to repeat myself," Snape snapped.
"Look, Vamp boy, if you have any desire to leave that cell, you had better watch the attitude. I am not in a good mood right now," Jack said coldly. He glared at Snape, who looked at him interestedly. Daniel swallowed when he saw the cold expression on Jack's face. He knew that Jack use to be Special Ops and that he knew several different ways to kill people, but he was so used to Jack being the laid back, mellow, silly man that taunted and irritated many Goa'uld, that he had forgotten just how dangerous he could be.
Seeing Jack now made him realize that there was definitely more to Jack than Daniel would ever know, even though he was Jack's best friend. As Daniel had his secrets, so did Jack.
"Really Jack, do you expect a crazy man to make sense? A Time Turner? A device that travels back in time? How crazy is that?" Daniel asked.
"Can we say -- Ancient time ship?" Jack questioned sarcastically. "If the wizards do have a Time Turner, as they call it, it could very well be an Ancient device."
"Fine, but do I look anything like this Harry Potter?" Daniel asked Snape.
"No, you do not. You have brownish hair with blue eyes and your facial features are different. Harry Potter had messy black hair with intense green eyes. The only similarities are your height and the fact that you wear glasses," Snape conceded.
Daniel looked at Jack triumphantly. "See, I'm not Harry Potter."
"Of course, several magical potions can also temporarily -- or permanently -- change one's appearance, thereby making it quite possible for you to indeed be Harry Potter," Snape remarked with a smirk.
Daniel growled. If only Jack wasn't here, he would shoot a well-aimed spell at the man to shut him up.
"Potions?" Jack asked skeptically.
"Yes," Snape replied shortly.
"And do you little wizards get together and brew these potions around a cauldron?" Jack asked facetiously.
Daniel held back a snicker at Snape's glare. "Is there nakedness involved? Do you chant while stirring your brew? Ooohhh, are there orgies?" Jack asked mockingly.
Daniel couldn't help it. He began to snicker, as the expression on Snape's face grew stormier. The man took his potions seriously and to have Jack make fun of them was hilarious. Oh, if Snape had his wand, Jack would be in serious trouble.
Jack glanced at Daniel, grinning mischievously. He turned back to Snape and said, "Let me ask you something. Why would Harry Potter want to leave your esteemed presence? Is he a criminal?"
"Potter is what the Wizarding World would call a hero. He is the Boy Who Lived," Snape spat out, his expression disgusted. "He is now called the Man Who Killed Voldemort, though that may be a little premature," Snape said thoughtfully.
Daniel froze. He couldn't breathe. Voldemort wasn't dead? What? There was no way! The spell he used destroyed the body and the soul. There was no way for him to come back. Daniel peered at Snape, who was gazing at him knowingly.
"Why was he a hero?" Jack asked.
"He killed a Dark Lord at the tender age of one and defeated him again five years ago," Snape explained.
"Do you consider him a hero?" Jack questioned curiously.
"I think him extremely lucky. Of course, there was some of our world who thought he was a killer. Our former Minister of Magic was one of them. They proceeded to make his life hell in the months before his disappearance. Potter finally left when someone harmed one of his friends. I surmise he thought that leaving would help," Severus replied.
"Did it?" Jack asked.
"To some degree. It finally died down permanently when the Minister was found guilty of being a Dark Lord supporter. The only reason for his campaign against Potter was revenge. Once that was known, all the other dissidents faded into the background. Potter's friends have been trying to find him ever since then," Snape added, as he stared at Daniel.
Daniel would have liked to say that he was surprised to find out about Fudge, but he wasn't. He had always thought the man incompetent and the fact the he was a Voldemort supporter was only icing on the cake.
"I see. That sounds like something a hero would do. Placing the life of his friends before his own, saving them from harm. It sounds vaguely familiar," Jack replied as he glanced at Daniel.
Daniel frowned at Jack's comment. "Anyone with a brain and a heart would do it, but that doesn't mean anything. I am not Harry Potter. My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson and no one is going to tell me any different."
Jack leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he stared at Daniel thoughtfully. He continued to stare as Daniel fidgeted, uncomfortable.
"You don't really believe this, do you, Jack?" Daniel asked his best friend. "I thought you didn't believe in magic? All the things he said that would make me Harry Potter would have to be magic. Hell, you can't even call their wands by their given name. He," Daniel spat as he waved at Snape, "is just reaching. He wants to confuse us, make you lose your trust in me. He's only concerned about getting out of his cell. He's playing us." Daniel glared at Snape and said, "Of course, if he wants out so bad, I'll be glad to let him go, by way of an airlock."
Jack chuckled. "Now, Daniel, don't get pissy. You don't think I know that he's playing us? It doesn't matter if you told me that you were God. I would never lose my trust in you." He walked over to Daniel, reached up and grabbed his neck. He pulled him close and said softly, "I don't care if someone is telling me you are not who you appear to be. All I know is that you're my best friend. No one is going to take that trust away from me. We've been together through too much for me to just discard it over something someone said. You could kill somebody and I would just hide the body for you. Nothing is going to tear us apart."
Daniel swallowed hard. Emotions filled him at his best friend's words. He was so grateful for Jack being in his life. "Nothing?" he asked seriously.
"Nothing," Jack replied adamantly.
"Not even if I told you that I accidentally recorded over your last hockey game?" Daniel asked whimsically.
Jack paused a moment, looked thoughtful. "Well?" Daniel demanded.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," Jack replied.
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Well, we're going to be here a while," he said waspishly.
"Hey," Jack cried out.
"That was all very touching, but can we get back on topic here?" Snape demanded.
Jack looked at him, annoyance on his face. "And what topic would that be?" he asked.
"The fact that he is Harry Potter!" Snape snarled.
"Ah, that topic. I thought we were over that topic. Daniel? Weren't we finished?" Jack asked mockingly.
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we were," he said cheerfully. "I was thinking of getting some coffee. I think we still have some left. I'm also a little hungry. Want to go?"
"Sure. There's nothing better than the taste of an MRE. Ummm...chicken," Jack teased.
Daniel laughed. "Everything tastes like chicken."
They turned to make their way out of the room when Snape yelled, "Potter, get back here. I'm not done with you yet."
Jack stopped, turned around and stomped back to Snape. "Look, Deadboy," he began.
"I keep telling you, you watch too much /Buffy/," Daniel called out.
"Well, look at him," Jack said as he waved his hand at Snape. "Don't tell me that he
doesn't just scream undead."
"Yes, Jack, Professor Snape is a vampire," Daniel said soothingly.
"Listen to me, you insignificant little Muggle. I'm tired of placing nice," Snape began.
Jack looked shocked. He glanced over at Daniel and asked, "He was nice?"
Daniel shook his head. "Not today. Of course, this could be an off day," he explained sagely.
Jack nodded knowingly. "Ah."
"If you and Potter do not let me out of this disgusting contraption, I will make you regret it. I have tortured greater men than you and I've faced things you couldn't possibly imagine. If you don't release me, you will find yourself not only unable to father children, but I will make every bone in your body break, then burn you from the inside out. Now, RELEASE ME," Snape roared angrily.
Jack looked at him, impressed. "Now, that was one of the better threats I have heard. I think you're right up there with Apophis. There was an actual tremble in my bones, very minute, but it was there," he said.
Daniel smirked as Snape became enraged. He stepped forward when he realized that Snape was beginning to glow with power. /Crap, /he thought,he's angry enough to use wandless magic. I need to calm him down before he hurts Jack.
"Jack," Daniel admonished. "There is no reason to tease the prisoner."
Jack pouted a moment before sighing. "You're right. Look, Snape, I'm sure there are similarities between your Harry Potter and Daniel, but the fact remains, Daniel is Daniel and no one else. He will always be Daniel. I don't believe in magic, I don't believe in Time devices, unless it's in a really cool ship, and I don't believe in potions that can change your appearance. I don't understand why everyone wants to find Harry Potter, when he made the choice to leave, but regardless of the reason, Daniel is not Harry. Find someone else to harass. I'll see about letting you leave. Until then, sit tight," Jack said.
He turned and made his way over to Daniel, who smiled at him. They both made their way back towards the door and were almost out of the room when Snape said, "I should've killed your disgusting godfather when I had the chance. I celebrated the day he fell through the veil."
Daniel whirled around and yelled, "You leave Sirius out of this, you god-damn bastard. He was ten times the man you ever were! You were just jealous that he was liked and you weren't." Daniel was breathing harshly, his hands clenched as he glared angrily at Snape.
Snape looked at him smugly. "How did you know that it was Sirius that fell through the Veil? Sirius Black was Harry Potter's godfather. Interesting that you should know that."
Daniel remembered where he was and swallowed hard. "You bastard," he whispered. "Why didn't you just let me leave? I'm happy, damn it! Can't I finally be happy for once in my life?" he asked, his teeth clenched. "Fucking bastard," he said brokenly as he closed his eyes against the tears that wanted to fall.
His life was over. Jack knew that he was a fraud. Snape knew that he was really Harry Potter. The Ministry would be after to him to take care of their new Dark Lord. They would never leave him alone. Jack would kick him off the team and more than likely throw his ass in jail. He trembled with emotions. His life was over.
Jack walked over to Daniel, pulled him into his arms and hugged him. He glared at the smug looking man in the cell and proceeded to calm his best friend.
"It's gonna be all right, Danny. No one is taking you away from us. Deadboy can back to where he came from and we can go home. You're not leaving us," Jack said adamantly.
Daniel grabbed onto Jack and held him tight. He shivered with emotion. Jack hated it when Daniel was like this. He glared once more at the man in the cell and hugged Daniel closer. He heard Daniel mumble and leaned down to listen.
"It's over. My life is over," Jack heard and sighed. He rubbed Daniel's back and said, "No, Danny, your life isn't over. I told you before; you're not leaving us. We already lost you once, we're not about to lose you again. I don't care who are you are or were. You're still Daniel Jackson, my best friend and all around pain in the ass and I swear to you that no one is taking you any where, even if you have to live with the Nox."
Daniel sniffed as he pulled away. "Really?" he asked.
"Really. And if you don't want to live with the Nox, then I'm pretty sure that Teal'c will let you stay on Chulak," he replied. "Your friends," Jack sneered as he glared at Snape, "would have to get through him first to get to you and you know damn well how ferocious he can be."
"Yeah, and he likes me," Daniel replied whimsically.
"Everyone likes you. Well, except maybe Ra, Apophis, Osiris, oh and Anubis, but you get the idea," Jack said.
Daniel chuckled. He looked at his best friend, gratitude shining from his eyes. "I wanted to tell you. I really did, but I haven't been Harry Potter for so long, that I no longer think of myself as him. I am Daniel Jackson and I have been for many, many years. If this hadn't happened, if Hermione hadn't butted into my life again and kidnapped me, I never would've said a thing. I would've died as Dr. Daniel Jackson, with no one the wiser," Daniel explained.
"Yeah, well, I think I would've asked, eventually," Jack said.
Daniel's forehead furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Things weren't adding up, Daniel. For starters, why did that woman pick a complete stranger, who looked nothing like her friend, to kidnap? Then there's the fact that unlike most situations with you, no one was trying to hurt you," Jack grinned. "You were having tea for God's sake, when I found you. Tea, not coffee--another red flag. You didn't seem too surprised by the concept of this magic they supposedly have. You also knew your way around that castle just a little too well. You tried to look confused, but I know you, Danny, and I knew you were faking it. And you keep insisting that we call the energy weapons 'wands'. You know darn good and well there are weapons out there that can mimic *magic*," he quoted the words in the air, "but you kept insisting on calling them wands," Jack explained.
Daniel's eyes were wide. "Huh," he said, at a loss for words. Every now and then, he forgot how good Jack was at observing. This had been a bad time to forget.
Jack grinned. "Oh, I'm not done yet. There's also the fact that you were upset that we might've hurt the panther. I know you're not an animal person, Daniel, so you were just a little overboard about its safety. Then there's Deadboy here," he jerked a thumb at Snape. "You *never turn down the opportunity to learn about somebody else's culture, even when you already know about it--but suddenly, you don't want to talk to somebody new? Somebody unmistakably strange?" Jack asked, looking Snape up and down sarcastically. "And when we went to help Gandalf, you ducked out of the way of several shots you couldn't have noticed unless you knew what the words they were yelling meant. You've been really jumpy since we rescued you, as if you're waiting for the other shoe to drop. Put all the pieces together, and anybody who really knows* you is going to pick up on the fact that you're hiding something," Jack ended with a flourish.
"Wow, Jack, that's just...wow!" Daniel said, impressed.
Jack gave him a sardonic smile. "You have to remember, there *is* a reason they made me a General, you know."
Daniel snickered. He knew that his friend only pretended to be dumb, but Jack played the idiot to the hilt sometimes, and it was easy to forget just how intelligent he really was.
"Now, maybe you can explain what's going on, hmm? I'd kinda would like to know who the good guys are and who the bad guys are. Why don't we start with our prisoner?" Jack asked.
Daniel jerked his head towards Snape. He had forgotten about his former Potions teacher for a moment. He saw that the professor had been watching them intently. He swallowed his anger at Snape, knowing that the man had tricked him into revealing himself. It had been years, but mentioning Sirius still got a reaction from him, especially when it was Snape.
"Professor," Daniel greeted coldly.
"Potter," Snape bit out.
"This is Professor Severus Snape," Daniel told Jack. "He was my Potions Professor for the seven years I went to Hogwarts. He also trained me and taught me how to fight. He, along with several others, prepared me to defeat Voldemort. He's a - friend," Daniel winced slightly, "of sorts, or he was five years ago."
"Is he a good guy? Because you know, that little comment about torture and burning my insides doesn't really give me a lot of confidence," Jack pointed out sarcastically.
Daniel snickered. "No, he's one of the good guys. Well, let's just say, he's not an enemy. That was just Snape being Snape. He's not known for being nice."
"Yes, I can see that," Jack replied. "Should we let him out?" he asked skeptically.
Daniel nodded. "Yeah, we can let him out. He would have to give a Wizard's Oath not to reveal anything he sees here. I have his wand, so it's not like he's going anywhere," Daniel explained.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Why are you still calling it a wand? You know as well as I do that its technology," Jack mocked.
"Actually, Jack, it really is a wand. If I were to have Thor scan his wand, you would find that is nothing more than a piece of wood, probably birch. The core of the wand will probably be some sort of animal material. It's not technology. It's definitely magic," Daniel explained.
"Right, and the shields aren't technology either?" Jack asked.
"The wards around Hogwarts are constructed with magic. Whether there is something else there as well, I don't know, but they *are* magic," Daniel replied.
"Do you know how farfetched this sounds?" Jack asked.
"Any more far fetched than aliens?" Daniel inquired.
Jack scowled. "So, it's not Ancient technology then? It has nothing to do with the Ancients?" he asked.
Daniel shook his head. "It's not Ancient technology, but I never it said it had nothing to do with the Ancients. There are myths in the Wizarding World that Merlin was the forefather of magic. That before him, there was no magic. Those myths are discounted by some as Merlin just being a powerful wizard, but if you take into account what we know about Merlin, then you get something entirely different," Daniel explained.
"The ATA gene? Wizards are the descendents of the Ancients," Jack speculated with some awe.
Daniel nodded. "I think so. When they left Atlantis and came here, some of them settled here and had children, who had children, etc. Some of them ascended and some didn't. Generations later, Merlin arrives and sees that potential of the ATA gene. He gives the Wizards the control they needed to use their powers, but something happens. The gene is mutated somehow. They aren't as strong as the Ancients and they find ways to compensate. They make spells for things that would be easy for an Ancient -- levitation, healing, even some control of the elements," Daniel explained.
"So, this Wizarding World really is witches and wizards? And magic is really based on that ATA gene?" Jack asked with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah, I believe so," Daniel replied. "And there is one way to test that theory. Do you have Snape's wand?" he asked.
"Yeah," Jack answered slowly.
"Pull it out," Daniel demanded.
Jack looked at him warily and Daniel rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to touch it, Jack."
The General nodded and pulled the wand out of the pocket of his BDUs. He looked at Daniel expectantly and the younger man grinned. "Now, I want you to hold it out and say/ Lumos/."
"Er...what?" Jack asked, confused.
"/Lumos/. Say it, Jack."
Jack cleared his throat and said, "/Lumos/." Nothing happened and he gave Daniel an arched look. "Looks like that theory was shot to hell," he said smugly.
Daniel shook his head, exasperated. "You weren't holding the wand right. Hold it out in front of you, grip it like so," he demonstrated on an imaginary wand, "and then say/ Lumos/ firmly. Part of doing magic isn't just saying the word, that's only a focus. You need to believe that it'll work./ Lumos/ makes the tip of the wand glow. Make the wand glow, Jack," he said.
"Potter, he's a muggle. There is no way that he can make the wand work, plus the fact that *my* wand may not be right for him," Snape commented harshly. "You can't explain magic with Muggle science."
"I'm not trying to explain magic by Muggle science, only by genetics," Daniel said. At Snape's confused look, he explained. "Bloodlines, you know that thing that divides the Muggles from the Wizarding World." He raised his eyebrows sarcastically.
Snape frowned. "You are wasting your time. He's a Muggle, there's no way he can do it. I can't even feel magic coming from him."
Jack's jaw clenched and he pointed the wand. "Lumos." He watched in amazement as the wand began to glow with a bright white light.
"Yes! I was right!" Daniel said excitedly. "Magic is based on the ATA gene."
"You can't know that, Potter," Snape snapped.
"I can, because it's a fact that Jack has the ATA gene, the blood of a Wizard, a descendent of an Ancient. Jack can do magic."
"Oh boy," Jack muttered, still stunned as he regarded the glowing wand.