Harry Potter and the Gate of Merlin 2/? R
Title: Harry Potter and the Gate of Merlin
Author: weasleysangel
Pairing: Harry Potter/Rodney McKay
Fandom: Harry Potter/Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: R
Summary: Harry will do anything to find Sirius, anything at all.
Status:WIP First Chapter here
A/N: With out my friend purest_evil this chapter never would have happend your the best girl.
Warnings Slash
Harry walked into the library of number 12 the next morning, shortly after breakfast, to begin the days research. He selected an old tome and sat down at his desk and opened it to the place that he had left off the night before. As he reached for his quill and notebook he thought he saw something, a glimmer of magic, perhaps even a glamour on the books pages.
He slammed the book shut and regarded it with a raised brow - right there on the leather cover was an odd symbol, unlike any he’d seen before. The symbol was composed of an upside down V, and it had a small circle hovering right above the apex.
“What the hell?” he said out loud as he reached out cautiously to trace the shape.
Just as his finger brushed the edge of the small circle the world began to fade away and spin out of control. Harry was just about beginning to panic when he hit the ground with a thud, landing on his bum.
“Bloody hell!” Harry exclaimed as he looked around at his surroundings. The room he had arrived in was filled to the brim with trinkets and artefacts that looked very, very old. Harry glared down at the book securely held in his arms. “Where did this blasted book land me?” Harry asked, not expecting an answer.
“That would be Colorado Springs.”
Harry turned around, yanking his wand from his back pocket aiming it at the man who had spoken - and was pointing a muggle weapon, a gun at him.
“Bloody fucking hell, this day just keeps on getting better,” Harry muttered angrily more to himself than to the man with the gun.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” the man asked somewhat forcefully.
“My name is Harry Potter and …” Harry sighed - he could always Memory Charm the man later. “And this book brought me here. Not entirely sure why, but it happened when I touched this symbol.” Harry shifted his grip on his wand and showed the man the book. “I’m hoping that this means that there might be something to help me find a journal I’m looking for in all this stuff you have here.”
“Right,” the man said, looking rather sceptical. Though he still held the gun pointed at Harry his eyes were focused on the book cover. “And just whose journal would that be?”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” he said, coking one of his eyebrows.
“Seeing as it’s my office you’ve turned up in, I think it’s my business. Now please, answer the question.”
Harry sighed. “It’s the journal of Merlin. It should contain information vital to finding my friend,” Harry told the man, and tapped the book impatiently with his fingers. “This book is the latest in a long line of books I’ve been using to try and locate the journal. It’s suppose to have the best account of how to find it - guess it decided to bring me where I needed to go instead.” Harry suppressed a grin when he saw the man’s blue eyes widen behind his glasses.
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” Harry said as the man began to back away, towards the wall. “You can help me. Please,” he asked.
The man frowned and reached behind him to a phone that was on the wall, he picked it up and punched in a few numbers.
Harry sighed and put the book down on an already crowded desk. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I’m not going to hurt you - I just need to get the journal.”
The man spoke quickly with whoever had picked up the other end, and then hung up.
“Is it here?” Harry asked, gesturing around the room with one hand, while slipping his wand back into the back pocket of his jeans again to make himself seem more harmless - the man might be a muggle but pointing anything at him might seem threatening and Harry had no desire to find out how being shot compared with the Cruciatus curse.
The man didn’t answer, he lowered the gun but didn’t put it back wherever it had come from. He walked around the desk and reached for the book. “May I?”
Harry shrugged. He might as well, it’s not like he couldn’t erase the man’s memories if he found anything he shouldn’t in the book, besides, the book focused heavily on Merlin and didn’t contain too many references to the wizarding world - at least not in the form it currently took.
“Go right ahead.”
The man opened the book and flipped through, scanning the pages.
Harry’s eyes widened. The man had the odd A-like symbol with the circle above it on a patch on his sleeve! “Why are you wearing the symbol? What does it mean? Are you a follower of Merlin?”
The man glanced up but ignored the question.
The door opened. Two men entered. Both were armed and both weapons were pointed at him.
“Daniel, you okay?” the shorter of the two men asked.
“Yes. This book is fascinating - it’s written in a similar dialect to the book we found earlier this year,” the man, Daniel, replied.
“All right.” He turned to Harry. “We haven’t been introduced - I’m Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, United States Air Force, this big guy behind me is Teal’c and you’ve already met Doctor Daniel Jackson.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Harry said, giving them a smile he hoped would make him look both harmless and trustworthy. “Would you mind lowering your weapons? I’ve been here with your friend for the last short while and no harm has come to him.”
The men exchanged looks and then the Colonel shrugged and lowered his… well it wasn’t a typical muggle gun, that’s for sure, but it was definitely a weapon.
“Thank you,” Harry said.
“And you are?”
“Oh, right. I’m Harry Potter.”
“Is there any particular reason you decided to drop into our top-secret facility?”
“My book brought me here - either Merlin’s journal is in this room, nearby, or there is something here to take me to it.” Harry said. “I’m looking for it because I need some information from it to save a friend. Information on what might be called the Veil of Avalon. It’s said to be a gateway to oblivion, some texts have said something about it resembling a well of water, but it’s all a little fuzzy. My theory is that the Veil is a doorway to the place Merlin is from. Anything you can tell me would be valuable to my search.”
“What? What?” Harry asked as he saw the looks on the men’s faces.
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Harry gasped as he walked into the large dark grey room “Oh… my… WOW! Is that- I mean that cant be-” Harry rambled more to himself than anyone in particular as he made his way up the metal walkway to the circular veil in front of him.
“We call it a Stargate,” Dr Jackson offered as he followed Harry up the walkway.
“This is amazing, some of these markings are on the veil back home. Except ours is a arch covered by a curtain and behind the curtain is this blue liquid, a bit like water, or the surface of a pond,” Harry said as he reached out and touch some of the markings on the side. “It also looks like its made out of the same material.”
"The Stargate has to be turned on first for it to establish a wormhole, the blue watery stuff as you call it is the event horizon. This veil as you call it sounds fascinating, I would like to go see it and study it," Jackson said to the shorter man standing next to him. "Well, I'm sure that I'm not the only one who would like to see it - Sam would have kittens if she heard about this one! She's an astrophysicist, and leading expert on wormhole physics."
Harry frowned and looked over at the other man. "I wish I could show you but security where I work is a lot tighter then the SGC and I don’t have clearance to give you or anyone else clearance," he said, genuinely sorry he couldn’t get Jackson and the astrophysicist to the Veil - they might be able to point out something Harry had missed.
"But-" Dr Jackson started but was interrupted by a voice coming over the intercom.
"Dr. Jackson and Mr. Potter can you please come up here," Landry requested over the intercom.
"Come on, we’d better go up before he gets too impatient," Jackson said as he walked back down the ramp with Harry trailing after him.
The two walked silently up to Landry’s office and were motioned into the office with a wave of Landry’s hand from the opened door. "Sit down gentlemen, we have a lot to talk about," Landry said.
"It’s good to meet you Mr. Potter, I'm Major General Hank Landry,” Landry said extending his hand to Harry.
"It’s nice to meet you too, sir," Harry said shaking the offered hand.
"Perhaps now you can explain to me why you neglected to inform us that you work for the British Ministry of Magic," Landry asked.
"What? I'm mean, how did you find out about that, you’re a muggle, you shouldn’t know about that," Harry stammered wondering how - and how much - this muggle knew about the Wizarding world.
"The British Government works closely with the British Ministry of Magic just like the American Government does so when I ordered for your file to be sent to me - just routine, you understand - it gave me your whole life history from the broken arm you received from your cousin at the age of 4 to this magic school, Hogwarts, that you went to from the age of eleven," Landry told him.
"Ministry of Magic? Muggle? Magic school? What are you talking about?" Dr. Jackson asked with what Harry would have found to be an amusing look on his face if Harry hadn’t been so shocked.
Landry looked like he was about to answer when Harry held up his hand to stop him. "If I may sir, I think I would be the best able to explain it."
"Yes, of course, go ahead," Landry said motioning for him to continue.
"You see Dr. Jackson, when I was eleven years old I was told I was a wizard and I know that’s hard to process but it’s true. Like Merlin I can do magic; I was taught some of what I know at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not everyone can do magic, there are Muggles as we call them, non-magic folk like you and General Landry too. You have to be born with the ability to use magic and it’s different in everyone," Harry explained the best he could.
"You mean magic is real?” Jackson exclaimed. “General do you know what this could mean? If Merlin was an Ancient and he does magic as you’ve said he does, Mr. Potter, that means there’s a whole race of people here on earth with a strong ancient gene," Dr. Jackson said excitedly.
"Dr. Jackson most wizards and witches would have nothing to do with muggles but I could give you a few names of some that might be willing and able to help you in your research, should you choose to pursue the implications," Harry said a grin on his face at what Hermione would do if she was given the opportunity.
"That would be very helpful Mr. Potter, thank you," Dr. Jackson said trying hard to contain his excitement.
"Harry," Harry told him.
"What?" Dr. Jackson asked.
"My name is Harry, " Harry said with a smile
Daniel smiled in return. "Mine’s Daniel."
"Mr. Potter as I understand the file, you work in the Department of Mysteries, what is that exactly?" General Landry asked.
Harry frowned. "I'm sorry, but that's classified information, even within the wizarding community."
"I understand,” the General said with a nod. “You go and speak to Dr. Jackson and I will see what I can do about getting you home," General Landry said dismissing him.
"Thank you sir, that would be greatly appreciated," Harry said standing up and following Daniel out of the office. Harry quietly followed Daniel down the halls of the SGC to the room that he had appeared in.
"Tell me Harry, how do you do magic? Do you just wave your hand or do you think and stuff happens?" Daniel asked, sitting down at his desk.
"Nothing that simple, unfortunately," Harry said reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wand. "We use these."
"Wow this is amazing," Daniel said straightening his glasses as he came around the desk to examine Harry’s wand. "Can you show me how it works?"
"Yes," Harry said pointing his wand at a piece of paper on the desk. "Windgardium Leveosa," he commanded and immediately the paper started to float above the desk.
"Oh my god that is… Wow! I can't believe that it’s true," Daniel said a look on his face as if he was five years old and got the model air plane he’d been badgering his parents for. "Though this makes me wonder why General O’Neill or Colonel John Sheppard couldn't do this magic, they both have a very strong ancient gene and are able to use Ancient technology with ease on an almost intuitive level."
"I don't know how it works here in the States, but when I was eleven I got sent a letter from Hogwarts telling me that I’d been accepted to study magic at Hogwarts," Harry told him putting his wand back in his back pocket, "but then again perhaps their magical ability just might not be strong enough to be really considered magic. From what I've heard the States have a very low wizarding population anyway, especially considering the Muggle population. Of course they might be wizards and they just didn’t tell you," Harry said with a small chuckle.
"I'm not sure about that, I was on Jack’s team for years, I'm sure I would have seen some hint or clue," Daniel said.
"It's very easy for someone who doesn't want people knowing they're a Wizard to hide it, so long as they know enough about Muggles to blend in with them. Maybe it’s something he wants to forget about - I know that in my life there have been times that I’ve wished I wasn't a wizard," Harry told him.
"You think?" Daniel asked.
"You never know," Harry said. "Could I see the journal?"
"Oh yes," Daniel said getting up from were he was seated and going across to the other side of the room. He picked up a musty old tome and handed it to Harry.
As soon as Harry touched it the book started to glow, it opened up and flipped to a blank page in the back and writing started to appear.
"What the hell?" Harry and Daniel said at the same time as they both stared at the book.
Greetings My Child,
I have hidden these pages to keep them out of the prying eyes of those who would misuse the power knowledge of my work could bring.
Harry and Daniel’s eyes widened as the book went on to talk about a special gate he had built in secret and it’s functions.
My gate is a very special gate because this gate will take you where it thinks you need to be, where it would be best for you to go.
The book gave a vague description of the physical differences of his gate. "Oh my god I think its talking the Veil," Harry said still in shock.
The book stopped writing and the pages returned back to their original blank state.
"That was amazing, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before," Daniel said. He leaned back in his chair and took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose
"Daniel, do you know what this means, it means my godfather isn't dead he's just lost!" Harry exclaimed handing the book to Daniel as he started pacing back and forth muttering to himself.
"What happened to your godfather?" Daniel asked putting his glasses back on as he watched Harry pace.
"Nine years ago he fell through the Veil and since no one who has gone through the Veil has ever come back the Wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic declared him dead. Now I know that's not true, he's just somewhere else, stuck and unable to get home," Harry told him.
"So Merlin’s gate takes a person where they need to go, that means your godfather could be anywhere, and more than likely if you were to go through, it would take you somewhere else again," Daniel reasoned.
"Well that’s a chance I'm going to have to take - I've spent the last nine years of my life trying to figure out what the damn thing did so that I could have one of my two remaining family members back home were he belongs. I'm not going to give up now that there is more hope he’s still alive than ever," Harry told him passionately, his mouth set in a stubborn line when he finished.
Daniel gave him a reassuring smile. "I understand Harry, I would do the same thing in your position," Daniel said. "All I can offer you is a hope for good luck."
Harry was about to say something when General Landry walked into the office.
"Mr. Potter I've arranged for a jet and escort to take you to the American Ministry building in Washington DC where they said there was an international fireplace that you can use to get home," Landry told him.
"Thank you sir, when will the jet be ready to leave?" Harry asked eager to get home to tell Remus what he had discovered.
"Whenever you are Mr. Potter," General Landry said.
"Okay give me ten minutes, is that okay?" Harry said looking at his muggle watch and seeing that it was already night time at home.
"Yes that’s fine," Landry said and then he turned and left the room.
"Fireplace?" Daniel asked.
"It’s one of the several forms of wizarding transportation," Harry explained as he grabbed a pen and a blank piece of paper from the desk and wrote down a name and number on it and handed it to Daniel. "This is one of my best friends, Hermione Granger, she is one of the smartest people I know and she will more than likely be overly excited to help you out," Harry said with a grin.
"Thank you, Harry and it was really nice meeting you," Daniel said extending his hand for Harry to take.
"It was very good to meet you too, Daniel," Harry said shaking the offered hand.
"Be careful Harry, this is probably going to be a very dangerous thing you’re doing," Daniel said his concern evident in his voice.
"I will be all right I’ve faced scarier things in my life," Harry said as he turned and exited the office leaving a confused doctor in his wake.
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Harry tumbled tiredly out of the fireplace in the sitting room of his home in Grimmauld Place more than ready to head straight to bed after the long flight and floo trip he had just endured. He couldn't do that yet though, now that he knew what he needed to do he didn't want to wait another minute. He'd have a talk with Remus and then go straight to the Ministry.
"Remus!" Harry called out and before he knew it the older man was in the living room hugging him as tight as he could.
""Harry! Why didn't you let me know you were going out? I've been worried about you, you prat!" Remus scolded with a relieved smile lurking over his concerned irritation. "I thought something bad had happened to you! You could have just taken two minutes to write a note letting me know you were going out - you said you'd be in all day and just *where* did you wander off to all day anyway?"
Harry hugged Remus again with an excited smile on his face as he guided Remus over to the couch and told him about his day as he watched the play of emotions on the werewolf’s face.
"Oh Harry I can't believe this! I knew he was alive, I could just feel it!" Remus said, tears of happiness pouring out of his eyes.
"I don't know when I'll be back, Remus but you will have full charge of everything especially my Gringotts’ account - I want you to be strong and healthy for when I bring Sirius back home," Harry told him.
"Harry, I couldn't, that would be wrong. I can't take your money!" Remus exclaimed.
"Yes, you can. I don't want it any other way. I love you, Remus, you have been there for me when no one else was. You’re family, you’re mine and I always take care of what’s mine, no matter who or what they are," Harry said trying to make Remus understand.
"But Harry..." Remus started but Harry interrupted him.
"No! You will take care of yourself. I don't want to come back and find you dead because you were too proud to take what was offered to you by your adopted child," Harry scolded.
"Okay if it’s what you want Harry," Remus said wiping away a couple of stray tears as he enveloped Harry in another of his tight hugs. "Harry you never cease to surprise me. I couldn’t ask for a better son, even if I wanted to."
"Stop you’re going to have me crying too," Harry scolded playfully. "I'm going to miss you Remus."
"Be careful Harry, don't go doing anything that’s going to get you killed. I want you coming back in one piece," Remus told him his face deadly serious.
"I will Remus," Harry told him as he got up off the couch and pulled Remus up with him. "Now I'm going to go pack a bag and you’re going to put together some food for me, okay?"
Remus nodded and gave Harry one last hug before they each walked down a separate hallway to do their designated task.
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Harry stood in front of the fireplace with his back to it as he hugged Remus to him as they said their goodbyes to each other.
"Goodbye Remus, take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay," Harry told him his voice cracking a little as he said it.
"You too Harry, as I said, I want my son coming back to me in the same condition he left," Remus said pecking Harry on the cheek.
Harry grabbed some floo powder from the pot beside him as he backed into the fireplace throwing Remus one last smile before he yelled out his destination. "MINISTRY OF MAGIC; DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES; HARRY POTTER’S OFFICE!"
Harry landed with a thud in his office. He stood up and brushed the dust off of his clothes with a frown - one day he’d have to get better at Floo travel.
Harry left his office immediately and made his trek to the Veil through the confusing halls, doors and rooms that he had memorized early on in his job at the Department.
When he got to the Veil room he just stood and stared at the curtain-covered archway that was standing in the centre of the room, raised up on a platform.
Harry took a deep breath and strode confidently down the rows of stone benches and then up the stairs to the Veil platform. When he stood in front of the Veil he pulled out his wand and banished the tattered curtain and paused face to face with the blue surface in front of him - the event horizon if he and Daniel were correct.
"It’s now or never," Harry said to himself. He put his wand back in the hidden pocket of his jacket before he bent his legs at the knees and literally jumped through the Veil.
He immediately felt like his mind and body were being torn apart, thankfully the sensation didn’t last for very long before he landed hard on his face and stomach on a hard, cold floor.
Harry heard footsteps around him and when he looked up he was faced with four very big muggle guns.
He quickly jumped up to defend himself and immediately knew that was a bad idea when he saw his vision go black and his body finding it’s way back towards the ground.
Author: weasleysangel
Pairing: Harry Potter/Rodney McKay
Fandom: Harry Potter/Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: R
Summary: Harry will do anything to find Sirius, anything at all.
Status:WIP First Chapter here
A/N: With out my friend purest_evil this chapter never would have happend your the best girl.
Warnings Slash
Harry walked into the library of number 12 the next morning, shortly after breakfast, to begin the days research. He selected an old tome and sat down at his desk and opened it to the place that he had left off the night before. As he reached for his quill and notebook he thought he saw something, a glimmer of magic, perhaps even a glamour on the books pages.
He slammed the book shut and regarded it with a raised brow - right there on the leather cover was an odd symbol, unlike any he’d seen before. The symbol was composed of an upside down V, and it had a small circle hovering right above the apex.
“What the hell?” he said out loud as he reached out cautiously to trace the shape.
Just as his finger brushed the edge of the small circle the world began to fade away and spin out of control. Harry was just about beginning to panic when he hit the ground with a thud, landing on his bum.
“Bloody hell!” Harry exclaimed as he looked around at his surroundings. The room he had arrived in was filled to the brim with trinkets and artefacts that looked very, very old. Harry glared down at the book securely held in his arms. “Where did this blasted book land me?” Harry asked, not expecting an answer.
“That would be Colorado Springs.”
Harry turned around, yanking his wand from his back pocket aiming it at the man who had spoken - and was pointing a muggle weapon, a gun at him.
“Bloody fucking hell, this day just keeps on getting better,” Harry muttered angrily more to himself than to the man with the gun.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” the man asked somewhat forcefully.
“My name is Harry Potter and …” Harry sighed - he could always Memory Charm the man later. “And this book brought me here. Not entirely sure why, but it happened when I touched this symbol.” Harry shifted his grip on his wand and showed the man the book. “I’m hoping that this means that there might be something to help me find a journal I’m looking for in all this stuff you have here.”
“Right,” the man said, looking rather sceptical. Though he still held the gun pointed at Harry his eyes were focused on the book cover. “And just whose journal would that be?”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” he said, coking one of his eyebrows.
“Seeing as it’s my office you’ve turned up in, I think it’s my business. Now please, answer the question.”
Harry sighed. “It’s the journal of Merlin. It should contain information vital to finding my friend,” Harry told the man, and tapped the book impatiently with his fingers. “This book is the latest in a long line of books I’ve been using to try and locate the journal. It’s suppose to have the best account of how to find it - guess it decided to bring me where I needed to go instead.” Harry suppressed a grin when he saw the man’s blue eyes widen behind his glasses.
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” Harry said as the man began to back away, towards the wall. “You can help me. Please,” he asked.
The man frowned and reached behind him to a phone that was on the wall, he picked it up and punched in a few numbers.
Harry sighed and put the book down on an already crowded desk. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I’m not going to hurt you - I just need to get the journal.”
The man spoke quickly with whoever had picked up the other end, and then hung up.
“Is it here?” Harry asked, gesturing around the room with one hand, while slipping his wand back into the back pocket of his jeans again to make himself seem more harmless - the man might be a muggle but pointing anything at him might seem threatening and Harry had no desire to find out how being shot compared with the Cruciatus curse.
The man didn’t answer, he lowered the gun but didn’t put it back wherever it had come from. He walked around the desk and reached for the book. “May I?”
Harry shrugged. He might as well, it’s not like he couldn’t erase the man’s memories if he found anything he shouldn’t in the book, besides, the book focused heavily on Merlin and didn’t contain too many references to the wizarding world - at least not in the form it currently took.
“Go right ahead.”
The man opened the book and flipped through, scanning the pages.
Harry’s eyes widened. The man had the odd A-like symbol with the circle above it on a patch on his sleeve! “Why are you wearing the symbol? What does it mean? Are you a follower of Merlin?”
The man glanced up but ignored the question.
The door opened. Two men entered. Both were armed and both weapons were pointed at him.
“Daniel, you okay?” the shorter of the two men asked.
“Yes. This book is fascinating - it’s written in a similar dialect to the book we found earlier this year,” the man, Daniel, replied.
“All right.” He turned to Harry. “We haven’t been introduced - I’m Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, United States Air Force, this big guy behind me is Teal’c and you’ve already met Doctor Daniel Jackson.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Harry said, giving them a smile he hoped would make him look both harmless and trustworthy. “Would you mind lowering your weapons? I’ve been here with your friend for the last short while and no harm has come to him.”
The men exchanged looks and then the Colonel shrugged and lowered his… well it wasn’t a typical muggle gun, that’s for sure, but it was definitely a weapon.
“Thank you,” Harry said.
“And you are?”
“Oh, right. I’m Harry Potter.”
“Is there any particular reason you decided to drop into our top-secret facility?”
“My book brought me here - either Merlin’s journal is in this room, nearby, or there is something here to take me to it.” Harry said. “I’m looking for it because I need some information from it to save a friend. Information on what might be called the Veil of Avalon. It’s said to be a gateway to oblivion, some texts have said something about it resembling a well of water, but it’s all a little fuzzy. My theory is that the Veil is a doorway to the place Merlin is from. Anything you can tell me would be valuable to my search.”
“What? What?” Harry asked as he saw the looks on the men’s faces.
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Harry gasped as he walked into the large dark grey room “Oh… my… WOW! Is that- I mean that cant be-” Harry rambled more to himself than anyone in particular as he made his way up the metal walkway to the circular veil in front of him.
“We call it a Stargate,” Dr Jackson offered as he followed Harry up the walkway.
“This is amazing, some of these markings are on the veil back home. Except ours is a arch covered by a curtain and behind the curtain is this blue liquid, a bit like water, or the surface of a pond,” Harry said as he reached out and touch some of the markings on the side. “It also looks like its made out of the same material.”
"The Stargate has to be turned on first for it to establish a wormhole, the blue watery stuff as you call it is the event horizon. This veil as you call it sounds fascinating, I would like to go see it and study it," Jackson said to the shorter man standing next to him. "Well, I'm sure that I'm not the only one who would like to see it - Sam would have kittens if she heard about this one! She's an astrophysicist, and leading expert on wormhole physics."
Harry frowned and looked over at the other man. "I wish I could show you but security where I work is a lot tighter then the SGC and I don’t have clearance to give you or anyone else clearance," he said, genuinely sorry he couldn’t get Jackson and the astrophysicist to the Veil - they might be able to point out something Harry had missed.
"But-" Dr Jackson started but was interrupted by a voice coming over the intercom.
"Dr. Jackson and Mr. Potter can you please come up here," Landry requested over the intercom.
"Come on, we’d better go up before he gets too impatient," Jackson said as he walked back down the ramp with Harry trailing after him.
The two walked silently up to Landry’s office and were motioned into the office with a wave of Landry’s hand from the opened door. "Sit down gentlemen, we have a lot to talk about," Landry said.
"It’s good to meet you Mr. Potter, I'm Major General Hank Landry,” Landry said extending his hand to Harry.
"It’s nice to meet you too, sir," Harry said shaking the offered hand.
"Perhaps now you can explain to me why you neglected to inform us that you work for the British Ministry of Magic," Landry asked.
"What? I'm mean, how did you find out about that, you’re a muggle, you shouldn’t know about that," Harry stammered wondering how - and how much - this muggle knew about the Wizarding world.
"The British Government works closely with the British Ministry of Magic just like the American Government does so when I ordered for your file to be sent to me - just routine, you understand - it gave me your whole life history from the broken arm you received from your cousin at the age of 4 to this magic school, Hogwarts, that you went to from the age of eleven," Landry told him.
"Ministry of Magic? Muggle? Magic school? What are you talking about?" Dr. Jackson asked with what Harry would have found to be an amusing look on his face if Harry hadn’t been so shocked.
Landry looked like he was about to answer when Harry held up his hand to stop him. "If I may sir, I think I would be the best able to explain it."
"Yes, of course, go ahead," Landry said motioning for him to continue.
"You see Dr. Jackson, when I was eleven years old I was told I was a wizard and I know that’s hard to process but it’s true. Like Merlin I can do magic; I was taught some of what I know at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not everyone can do magic, there are Muggles as we call them, non-magic folk like you and General Landry too. You have to be born with the ability to use magic and it’s different in everyone," Harry explained the best he could.
"You mean magic is real?” Jackson exclaimed. “General do you know what this could mean? If Merlin was an Ancient and he does magic as you’ve said he does, Mr. Potter, that means there’s a whole race of people here on earth with a strong ancient gene," Dr. Jackson said excitedly.
"Dr. Jackson most wizards and witches would have nothing to do with muggles but I could give you a few names of some that might be willing and able to help you in your research, should you choose to pursue the implications," Harry said a grin on his face at what Hermione would do if she was given the opportunity.
"That would be very helpful Mr. Potter, thank you," Dr. Jackson said trying hard to contain his excitement.
"Harry," Harry told him.
"What?" Dr. Jackson asked.
"My name is Harry, " Harry said with a smile
Daniel smiled in return. "Mine’s Daniel."
"Mr. Potter as I understand the file, you work in the Department of Mysteries, what is that exactly?" General Landry asked.
Harry frowned. "I'm sorry, but that's classified information, even within the wizarding community."
"I understand,” the General said with a nod. “You go and speak to Dr. Jackson and I will see what I can do about getting you home," General Landry said dismissing him.
"Thank you sir, that would be greatly appreciated," Harry said standing up and following Daniel out of the office. Harry quietly followed Daniel down the halls of the SGC to the room that he had appeared in.
"Tell me Harry, how do you do magic? Do you just wave your hand or do you think and stuff happens?" Daniel asked, sitting down at his desk.
"Nothing that simple, unfortunately," Harry said reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wand. "We use these."
"Wow this is amazing," Daniel said straightening his glasses as he came around the desk to examine Harry’s wand. "Can you show me how it works?"
"Yes," Harry said pointing his wand at a piece of paper on the desk. "Windgardium Leveosa," he commanded and immediately the paper started to float above the desk.
"Oh my god that is… Wow! I can't believe that it’s true," Daniel said a look on his face as if he was five years old and got the model air plane he’d been badgering his parents for. "Though this makes me wonder why General O’Neill or Colonel John Sheppard couldn't do this magic, they both have a very strong ancient gene and are able to use Ancient technology with ease on an almost intuitive level."
"I don't know how it works here in the States, but when I was eleven I got sent a letter from Hogwarts telling me that I’d been accepted to study magic at Hogwarts," Harry told him putting his wand back in his back pocket, "but then again perhaps their magical ability just might not be strong enough to be really considered magic. From what I've heard the States have a very low wizarding population anyway, especially considering the Muggle population. Of course they might be wizards and they just didn’t tell you," Harry said with a small chuckle.
"I'm not sure about that, I was on Jack’s team for years, I'm sure I would have seen some hint or clue," Daniel said.
"It's very easy for someone who doesn't want people knowing they're a Wizard to hide it, so long as they know enough about Muggles to blend in with them. Maybe it’s something he wants to forget about - I know that in my life there have been times that I’ve wished I wasn't a wizard," Harry told him.
"You think?" Daniel asked.
"You never know," Harry said. "Could I see the journal?"
"Oh yes," Daniel said getting up from were he was seated and going across to the other side of the room. He picked up a musty old tome and handed it to Harry.
As soon as Harry touched it the book started to glow, it opened up and flipped to a blank page in the back and writing started to appear.
"What the hell?" Harry and Daniel said at the same time as they both stared at the book.
Greetings My Child,
I have hidden these pages to keep them out of the prying eyes of those who would misuse the power knowledge of my work could bring.
Harry and Daniel’s eyes widened as the book went on to talk about a special gate he had built in secret and it’s functions.
My gate is a very special gate because this gate will take you where it thinks you need to be, where it would be best for you to go.
The book gave a vague description of the physical differences of his gate. "Oh my god I think its talking the Veil," Harry said still in shock.
The book stopped writing and the pages returned back to their original blank state.
"That was amazing, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before," Daniel said. He leaned back in his chair and took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose
"Daniel, do you know what this means, it means my godfather isn't dead he's just lost!" Harry exclaimed handing the book to Daniel as he started pacing back and forth muttering to himself.
"What happened to your godfather?" Daniel asked putting his glasses back on as he watched Harry pace.
"Nine years ago he fell through the Veil and since no one who has gone through the Veil has ever come back the Wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic declared him dead. Now I know that's not true, he's just somewhere else, stuck and unable to get home," Harry told him.
"So Merlin’s gate takes a person where they need to go, that means your godfather could be anywhere, and more than likely if you were to go through, it would take you somewhere else again," Daniel reasoned.
"Well that’s a chance I'm going to have to take - I've spent the last nine years of my life trying to figure out what the damn thing did so that I could have one of my two remaining family members back home were he belongs. I'm not going to give up now that there is more hope he’s still alive than ever," Harry told him passionately, his mouth set in a stubborn line when he finished.
Daniel gave him a reassuring smile. "I understand Harry, I would do the same thing in your position," Daniel said. "All I can offer you is a hope for good luck."
Harry was about to say something when General Landry walked into the office.
"Mr. Potter I've arranged for a jet and escort to take you to the American Ministry building in Washington DC where they said there was an international fireplace that you can use to get home," Landry told him.
"Thank you sir, when will the jet be ready to leave?" Harry asked eager to get home to tell Remus what he had discovered.
"Whenever you are Mr. Potter," General Landry said.
"Okay give me ten minutes, is that okay?" Harry said looking at his muggle watch and seeing that it was already night time at home.
"Yes that’s fine," Landry said and then he turned and left the room.
"Fireplace?" Daniel asked.
"It’s one of the several forms of wizarding transportation," Harry explained as he grabbed a pen and a blank piece of paper from the desk and wrote down a name and number on it and handed it to Daniel. "This is one of my best friends, Hermione Granger, she is one of the smartest people I know and she will more than likely be overly excited to help you out," Harry said with a grin.
"Thank you, Harry and it was really nice meeting you," Daniel said extending his hand for Harry to take.
"It was very good to meet you too, Daniel," Harry said shaking the offered hand.
"Be careful Harry, this is probably going to be a very dangerous thing you’re doing," Daniel said his concern evident in his voice.
"I will be all right I’ve faced scarier things in my life," Harry said as he turned and exited the office leaving a confused doctor in his wake.
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Harry tumbled tiredly out of the fireplace in the sitting room of his home in Grimmauld Place more than ready to head straight to bed after the long flight and floo trip he had just endured. He couldn't do that yet though, now that he knew what he needed to do he didn't want to wait another minute. He'd have a talk with Remus and then go straight to the Ministry.
"Remus!" Harry called out and before he knew it the older man was in the living room hugging him as tight as he could.
""Harry! Why didn't you let me know you were going out? I've been worried about you, you prat!" Remus scolded with a relieved smile lurking over his concerned irritation. "I thought something bad had happened to you! You could have just taken two minutes to write a note letting me know you were going out - you said you'd be in all day and just *where* did you wander off to all day anyway?"
Harry hugged Remus again with an excited smile on his face as he guided Remus over to the couch and told him about his day as he watched the play of emotions on the werewolf’s face.
"Oh Harry I can't believe this! I knew he was alive, I could just feel it!" Remus said, tears of happiness pouring out of his eyes.
"I don't know when I'll be back, Remus but you will have full charge of everything especially my Gringotts’ account - I want you to be strong and healthy for when I bring Sirius back home," Harry told him.
"Harry, I couldn't, that would be wrong. I can't take your money!" Remus exclaimed.
"Yes, you can. I don't want it any other way. I love you, Remus, you have been there for me when no one else was. You’re family, you’re mine and I always take care of what’s mine, no matter who or what they are," Harry said trying to make Remus understand.
"But Harry..." Remus started but Harry interrupted him.
"No! You will take care of yourself. I don't want to come back and find you dead because you were too proud to take what was offered to you by your adopted child," Harry scolded.
"Okay if it’s what you want Harry," Remus said wiping away a couple of stray tears as he enveloped Harry in another of his tight hugs. "Harry you never cease to surprise me. I couldn’t ask for a better son, even if I wanted to."
"Stop you’re going to have me crying too," Harry scolded playfully. "I'm going to miss you Remus."
"Be careful Harry, don't go doing anything that’s going to get you killed. I want you coming back in one piece," Remus told him his face deadly serious.
"I will Remus," Harry told him as he got up off the couch and pulled Remus up with him. "Now I'm going to go pack a bag and you’re going to put together some food for me, okay?"
Remus nodded and gave Harry one last hug before they each walked down a separate hallway to do their designated task.
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Harry stood in front of the fireplace with his back to it as he hugged Remus to him as they said their goodbyes to each other.
"Goodbye Remus, take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay," Harry told him his voice cracking a little as he said it.
"You too Harry, as I said, I want my son coming back to me in the same condition he left," Remus said pecking Harry on the cheek.
Harry grabbed some floo powder from the pot beside him as he backed into the fireplace throwing Remus one last smile before he yelled out his destination. "MINISTRY OF MAGIC; DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES; HARRY POTTER’S OFFICE!"
Harry landed with a thud in his office. He stood up and brushed the dust off of his clothes with a frown - one day he’d have to get better at Floo travel.
Harry left his office immediately and made his trek to the Veil through the confusing halls, doors and rooms that he had memorized early on in his job at the Department.
When he got to the Veil room he just stood and stared at the curtain-covered archway that was standing in the centre of the room, raised up on a platform.
Harry took a deep breath and strode confidently down the rows of stone benches and then up the stairs to the Veil platform. When he stood in front of the Veil he pulled out his wand and banished the tattered curtain and paused face to face with the blue surface in front of him - the event horizon if he and Daniel were correct.
"It’s now or never," Harry said to himself. He put his wand back in the hidden pocket of his jacket before he bent his legs at the knees and literally jumped through the Veil.
He immediately felt like his mind and body were being torn apart, thankfully the sensation didn’t last for very long before he landed hard on his face and stomach on a hard, cold floor.
Harry heard footsteps around him and when he looked up he was faced with four very big muggle guns.
He quickly jumped up to defend himself and immediately knew that was a bad idea when he saw his vision go black and his body finding it’s way back towards the ground.