|Trial of the Archangel
Author: Fan O' Fanfic PM
The Goa'uld fear one thing and one thing only. And it's not SG1. Since when have Gods been afraid of Angels? HP SG1 crossover. No romantic ships as of yet.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Harry P. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 13,182 - Reviews: 142 - Favs: 650 - Follows: 996 - Updated: 06-24-10 - Published: 04-19-10 - id: 5908582
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. The author of this story does not claim any such ownership of Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any similarities to persons, living or dead are purely coincidental.
Base/s: Harry Potter and Stargate SG1
Title: Trial of the Archangel
Summary: The Goa'uld fear one thing and one thing only. And it's not SG1. Since when have Gods been afraid of Angels?
Music used for inspiration: Undisclosed Desires – Muse, Pain, I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace, Numb – Linkin Park and MOST IMPORTANTLY: Spiritus Khayyham – Globus
A/N: To answer a question from a particularly vicious flamer who sent me a personal message instead of reviewing; 'Why the fukc would Harry need a ful physical if he was join the sgc? Its fucking stupd. Like ur ho mum.' That was only a small excerpt. Yes, they actually wrote that. Well, they know he's human, so expect his to have the physiology. Thus, they need to know if he is carrying anything. The process is actually mentioned in various episodes. If you're going to take the time to flame me (although I wish you wouldn't) at least get your spelling right as to not make yourself look like a fool with the intellectual capacity of a two year old. Actually, in a battle of wits, I might back the two year old. One thing I will not tolerate is referenced to my family. My mother isn't anything, since she passed away a few years ago. And even when she was with us, she was not a stupid woman. Do not say things when you know nothing about to whom you are speaking.
Janet Fraiser watched as SG1 trooped through her door, bringing with them a man she didn't know but who looked like he was walking to his doom. Strangely, he appeared to be wearing a cloak, so she deduced he wasn't from Earth.
"Hey doc, we got you a new victim!" Jack said in greeting. The man next to him glared. He turned to her and smiled, lighting up his face.
"Hi, I'm Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." She was surprised to hear the British accent lacing his words.
"Hello Mr. Potter I'm Doctor Fraiser." She introduced herself.
The colonel had a glint in his eye she knew probably spelled something bad for someone.
"Harry here needs a full physical." He sounded entirely too happy about that.
"I'm so going to turn you into a toad." Harry threatened. Janet blinked.
"You'll have to find me first." Jack dared. Harry smiled nastily.
"I can turn invisible, watch your back."
Jack suddenly didn't look so confident. He gave Harry a light shove towards Janet.
"Have your way with him. Don't go easy." He said.
Janet could see Sam and Daniel trying to hide smiles and Teal'c looking very slightly amused.
"Aren't you going to help me?" Harry asked the rest of the team.
"I'm afraid I've suddenly remembered an unavoidable appointment. Sorry."
Teal'c just looked mildly amused.
Harry looked betrayed.
"I saved your lives, way to be thankful." He grumbled. "I'm going to hex you. Don't think that I won't."
Janet called Harry over.
"Come on Mr. Potter." she made sure that he couldn't escape and shooed the others out. Harry followed with heavy steps, shooting glares over his shoulder to the smiling team behind him.
As Harry exited the infirmary and Janet's tender mercies he thought on his new position in life. He remembered when he had first come into this dimension. He lost himself in though as he wandered the corridors getting himself completely lost.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flashback - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Harry was standing in front of the Veil in the Department of Mysteries. He was studying it. He could still hear the whispers but they were different some how. He felt as though he should understand but he didn't.
He reached out and ran a hand over the rough stone of the arch. It was cool under his touch. He ran his fingers over the carvings. They were in a strange language, almost like hieroglyphs but no one seemed to understand what they meant. He felt a slight breeze brush his cheek. It seemed to be coming from the arch. Harry was used to this by now. He had been studying the Veil now for a few months. He was no closer to understanding the thing than when he started. However, the longer he spent around it, the more it seemed to call to him. As though there was something he had to do but he couldn't remember what it was.
He shook himself, he was zoning out far more than usual nowadays around the Veil.
"Hey Potter!" he turned around and saw the Unspeakable who had been supervising him walking into the room holding two mugs of coffee.
He accepted one with a murmured word of thanks.
"They're going to destroy it you know." The Unspeakable said conversationally.
Harry glanced at him.
"Destroy what?" he asked absently, still looking at the Veil.
"That thing." His companion said, gesturing towards the arch and its gently fluttering curtain.
"What?" Harry exclaimed. "Why?"
The man next to him shrugged.
"That thing is a black hole for ministry funds. All this research is costing them far too much. So they declared it Dark and are having it destroyed." He explained, sipping his coffee.
Harry was silent. They couldn't just destroy it. They couldn't. Not after all the work he and others before him had done. Not when there was a chance that Sirius…
Harry shook himself. Sirius was dead. Even if they found where he had gone when he went through the Veil he would still be dead. The Heart Stopping curse did its job well.
He sighed. He was going to have to let it go. Just like everything else. He should feel angry he thought. But he didn't. He just felt mildly exasperated. Like if his favourite television programme had been cancelled. In other words he just felt old. A seventeen year old with an old mans mind and cynic.
He wondered what would happen if he went through the Veil…
Stop. He ordered himself. The urge to throw himself into the archway was becoming very difficult to ignore. It was probably a good thing it was going to be destroyed he mused. If only to stop him from doing something he would later regret.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. He was in the throes of a nightmare. Strange cities burned and bodies were strewn about the rubble. He heard screams and cries of the wounded. The stench of chemicals and blood was heavy in the air. A steady 'vworp boom' filled the air and explosions rocked the destroyed city. The sky was aflame and it's heat scorched his face. Colossal structures hovered in the air, their hum reverberating through his chest and catching his breath, they emitted pulses of light that made the strange sound and explosions. His eyes felt dry and tears welled up of their own accord. The hot dry air, laden with chemicals burned his lungs and mouth. A sudden cry sounded, the language was not one he understood but the tone was panicked.
One of the pulses of light screamed into one of the few standing structures and it toppled, huge chunks of stone falling to earth. Rubble spewed outwards and Harrys vision was obscured by a massive piece of stone careening his way. Crying out and raising his arms to shield himself in a futile gesture, the last thing he saw was the surface of the rock, barely meters from him.
Snapping awake, he sat bolt upright in bed and gasped a great lungful of air. Panting, he reviewed the dream. He recalled the smell of the air, the taste of the smoke hanging thick all around him and the sound of the blasts. His breath steadying, he flopped onto his pillows and tried to relax.
He felt a pull, it was odd, a sort of longing in his soul. A chain was attached to his chest and someone was pulling on it gently he felt. The longer he lay there however, the more urgent the pull became. Feeling drained but still wary he got up and got dressed, intent on finding out what the pull was. It suddenly became exponentially stronger, he gasped and almost fell to his knees. He felt his limbs move themselves of their own accord. He panicked. He tried to yell out but his vocal chords wouldn't respond. He felt himself walk out of his apartment and out into the road. His feet led him along the street and he just kept going. He was pushing with all his might but he couldn't break the hold on his body. His feet kept their methodical plodding and after about half an hour of trudging through magical London he found himself outside the Ministry of Magic entrance. Still fighting, he entered the building and traversed the maze of corridors that was the Department of Mysteries. The pull was almost painful now and his breath caught in his throat. He walked into a familiar room. The Veil room. He stepped onto the dais with heavy steps and stood in front on the stone arch. The Veil fluttered and caressed his skin. His hand raised itself and touched one of the symbols engraved on it. It lit up with a low arrange glow. He proceeded to touch a number of other symbols, seemingly in an order.
The wind intensified and the arch began to glow with the same orange light coming from the symbols. Alarms began to blare as the power in the room caused the air to thicken and the wards to flicker.
The Unspeakable on duty came bursting into the Veil room. He saw, to his consternation, that the Veil was glowing and humming with power. A figure stood in silhouette with its hand raised.
The Unspeakable called out.
"Halt!" he yelled. The figure paid no notice.
The Unspeakable forced down his nerves and placed a hand on the figures shoulder and pulled him around. He was shocked to see that it was his research colleague, Harry Potter. The look on the boy-who-lived was flat and blank, as though he was under the Imperious.
"Potter? Potter! What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, having to raise his voice over the steadily increasing hum.
Potter didn't respond, just stared. Then his hand raised mechanically and removed the Unspeakables hand from his shoulder.
"Potter! What-" before he could ask, Potter raised his hand again and hit him over the side of the head, dazing him and knocking him to the floor. He snapped his wand up and let loose a Cutting Curse to a non fatal area of his colleagues body. He could see by now that Potter was certainly not himself. The curse ripped through the other mans clothes and flesh. Potter didn't even blink. Blood splattered the side of his face and the floor but he seemed not to notice.
The glow from the Veil grew brighter and the hum grew louder. Wind whipped at their clothes and hair.
"Potter! What are you doing? Please! Snap out of it!" The Unspeakable begged. An out of control Harry Potter was not something he wanted. Besides, he was friendly with the man.
Recognition flickered in the others green eyes. His hand shook and his face grew tight.
"Yes! Fight it!" the Unspeakable urged.
Arcs of lightning skittered across the surface of the Veil and cracked with frightening intensity. The curtain was blowing wildly in the stone arch.
"R-run," a strained, hoarse voice spoke. The Unspeakable realised that it was Potter. He could see that it took everything the man had to just break the hold even for a minute.
"Wha-" he started.
"Run!" came the panicked voice. The Unspeakable scrambled to his feet and backed away from the arch.
"No, I can't leave you here!" he shouted defiantly.
"I can't hold it o-off forever, I'm f-focusing on the p-pain," he was cut off as a strangled cry ripped itself from his throat. "Run, and tell them," he hesitated, pain wracking his body. "tell them that I'm sorry!"
He cried out and his body contorted. He rose up again and the Unspeakable saw that the blank look was back on his face. He looked at him with dead eyes and walked to the Veil. He raised a hand and brought it to the pinnacle of the arch. Paying no heed to the lightning searing his flesh, he pressed the symbol and it lit with a red glow. The wind dropped, the lightning dissipated and the hum disappeared. The glow faded and left only the red symbol telling of what had just happened. Potter lowered his hand and without a single look back, stepped into the Veil.
"No!" the Unspeakable cried, reaching out a futile hand.
It was too late, Harry Potter was gone.
Harry felt warm. He was lying on something soft and there was only silence around him. The air smelt strange, a clean sort of scent he couldn't place. Cracked open his eyes and light assaulted his vision. He groaned and attempted to move an arm to shield himself but found that he could not. Straining his muscles, he could feel strong bands encasing his wrists, ankles and neck. He began to panic, before he snapped himself into calmness introduced by Occlumency.
He tried to made a noise but found that his vocal chords hurt something terrible if he tried so he kept him mouth shut. He lay there for a while before succumbing to his tiredness and falling grudgingly asleep.
When he next awoke, he could feel much more. Pain that is. His throat felt like it had been given a once over with sandpaper and his arm was excruciating. His shoulder also twinged when he moved it but it wasn't much. He opened his eyes and found that he wasn't wearing his glasses. Everything was fuzzy. He groaned and forced himself to relax, the restraints were still on him. He heard footsteps approaching him and he opened his eyes. A person shaped fuzzy patch bent over him and seemed to say something. The words were odd and he didn't understand. He mumbled again and tried to speak but winced when his throat sent a spasm of pain through his body.
The fuzzy person withdrew and he suddenly felt very heavy, before the sensation lessened and the pain withdrew.
"What-" he began. "Where am I?" he asked.
The fuzzy person cocked their head and seemed not to understand. Harry twisted his head and looked around a bit. On a small side table he saw the familiar blobs of his glasses. He strained his head in their direction hoping that the person would understand.
They spoke again and Harry allowed a fully confused face to appear on his features. The person seemed to understand by the way they nodded. He strained again for his glasses and he felt success rise within him when they picked them up. He smiled and nodded, hoping he was making sense. He moved a hand and indicated his restraints, he put a pleading face on.
The person shook their head. They bent over him and put the glasses, somewhat awkwardly on his face.
He sighed in relief.
He looked at the person again and almost had heart attack. Instead of the normal peach coloured skin he was expecting, their skin was a rather odd yellow colour. The figure looked masculine but he supposed he could be wrong. They had humanoid features and a line of little brown spot like markings around their temples. Harry was reminded forcibly of a banana. He felt though, that he probably shouldn't say anything. The persons hair was brown and was cut short. Their eyes too, were brown. They were looking at him in apparent interest.
"Umm, hello." He said, feeling rather foolish. "I'm Harry."
The figure said something in the same, lilting language he had heard before.
"I don't understand." Harry said, looking apologetic.
The person looked thoughtful before bowing slightly to him and hurrying off. Harry blinked and relaxed on the bed. This was weird. Really weird.
Luckily for Harrys sanity, as he was becoming bored, the person returned with another person of similar looks. The second figure was larger and more imposing, had a shrewd look in his eye.
He barked out something in Harrys direction and once again, harry felt very dim for not understanding.
"I don't understand!" he protested. He large person looked straight at him and Harry felt he was doing a distinct impression of a bug under a microscope.
More commands were barked out, not towards Harry this time but the person whom he had first seen. They bowed and hurried off, only to return moments later with a strange device. It looked a lot like a tactical headset Harry had seen a few times in a movie or two.
They placed it on him and pressed a button on the side.
They looked at him expectantly.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked nervously, acutely aware of how powerless he was.
They gestured to repeat something.
"Umm, do you want me to speak some more?" the device beeped and whined and Harry tried to look at it out of the corner of his eye.
They gestured again.
"Okay, I'm going to assume that you do want me to speak some more. My name is Harry potter and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I fell through the Veil when something took over my body and-" he was cut off my the device beeping a different sequence this time and the people looking approving. The shorter one took what looked like a regular plaster and they attached it to his throat.
"Can you understand us?" came from the short one and Harry was shocked he hear it perfectly well.
"Uhh, yeah. How come you're speaking English now?" he asked warily.
"We are not. You are hearing Nashiik through the device in your ear as Earth English." He explained, Harry noticed the lack of contractions in his speech.
"Oh." Was all Harry could say. "So, does that mean you are hearing... Narsheek? When I talk?"
"Correct." The larger one said. "Who are you?" he asked, although it seemed like an order.
"My name is Harry Potter. Um, who are you if you don't mind me asking." He said.
"I am the Tyj of the seventeenth cohort of the Endeluvian Military." He said proudly. "Garshor Bine."
"Pleased to meet you. What's a 'teej'?" he asked politely.
The large man, now identified as Garshor Bine, looked irritated at having to explain.
"A Tyj is similar, I believe, to the rank of General in the Earth military." He said.
"Oh. Where am I?" Harry felt a bit thick at not having asked this earlier when he could understand them.
"You are on Endelai Prime." Came the reply, sounding as though it was obvious.
Harry was totally lost.
They looked at him oddly.
"Endelai Prime is in the Djaryle Galaxy."
"Wait, I'm in a different galaxy? That means I'm on a different planet!"
Harry was understandably shocked. Okay, so maybe seeing yellow banana people should have clued him in slightly but still, a different galaxy?
Garshor Bine now looked as puzzled as he was.
"You did not know? How then, did you activate the portal?" he asked.
"No I sure as hell didn't know!" Harry replied, feeling panicky. "I just remember studying the Veil, then I had a nightmare. It was awful; it was a city, completely destroyed. There were these things in the sky that were firing off pulses of light and the sky was on fire. It all seemed so real." He trailed off realising he was rambling.
He looked at the two people standing in front of him. Garshor Bine looked suspiciously at him.
"The destruction of Dorkan was reported early this morning. The survivors reported that the sky was on fire. How do you know of this?" he asked.
"I told you, I dreamed it!" Harry defended himself. "Anyway, I woke up and then something took over my body, it felt like a gentle pull at first, then it controlled my body! I did something weird to the Veil and then I stepped through it. I don't remember anything after that." He said.
Garshor Bine looked at him searchingly.
"I see. We shall test your story for truthfulness later."
"Can I get out of these restraints?" Harry asked pleadingly. He hated being powerless. To his dismay, Garshor shook his head.
"No. I do not trust you." With that, he turned and left. Leaving Harry gaping after him.
"My apologies for him." A softer voice said. It was the other person.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name!" Harry said, feeling rude.
"My name is Nasame Poli (Nasamay Pohlee). I am a nurse at this facility." He introduced himself.
"So then Nasame Poli. What facility is this?" Harry asked.
"This is the seventeenth cohort military base. Located in northern Nashord." He explained dutifully.
"Nashord?" Harry asked, fascinated.
"A country on Endelai Prime. There are six. There used to be more a long time ago, but they merged according to landmass."
"Really? Sounds like a good idea actually. What are the other countries called?" Harry asked.
"Well, there is Ffohl (F-oh-l). That is mostly ice due to being so far to the south. Subarai (Soo-bah-ry) is a desert country. Dola (Doh-la) and Babky (Bab-kee) are mostly agricultural countries and by far the smallest. Vostok (Voh-stok) is the most commercialised country. It is completely urban, no rural areas at all." Nasame explained, becoming more animated as he spoke of his home.
"So... if you don't mind me asking, what are your people called?" Harry asked.
"As a whole we are Endeluvians. Like your race are 'humans'. But as I was born in Nashord I am a Nashan. You can tell by the colour of my skin. If I was a Subaraian, my skin would be much darker. If I was a Ffohlan, it would be lighter. Dolan and Babkans are similar to Nashan in colouration. Barely anyone is born in Vostok, so it is a mix of people."
"Wow. That's... cool." Harry said.
Nasame looked questioningly at him.
"'Cool'? How does temperature mean anything?" he asked and Harry grinned.
"It's an Earth phrase that means it's impressive." He explained.
They spoke for a long while and Harry noticed that the light was waning in the window. He also noticed that the pain in his arm was coming back with vengeance.
His throat felt better, due to a rather pleasant tasting concoction Nasame had given him. The texture though, was far from pleasant.
"What the hell is up with my arm?" he asked Nasame grumpily.
The nurse gently examined the offending limb.
"There was a large amount of wood embedded in your arm. We managed to remove most of it but there have been some very strange readings coming from it." He said.
Harrys heart almost stopped. He was sure that he hadn't had his wand with him when he had gone to the Ministry. Wracking his brain he came to a rather nasty conclusion. Having been very tired when he had gotten home he had eaten and collapsed onto his bed. And had apparently not taken his wand out if it's holster.
Nasame finished unwinding the bandages. Harry felt a flash of panic when he heard the nurse gasp.
"What? What is it?" he asked quickly.
Nasame stared at his arm. He turned his gaze to Harry and asked shakily,
"If I take the restraint of this arm, will you tell me what is going on?" he asked quietly.
"I thought you didn't trust me?" Harry asked.
"For some reason, I feel like you are not going to harm us. Do not make me regret it." He warned, and produced a flat chip of metal that he pressed to the restraint. It beeped and slid back allowing Harry to move his arm once again.
He immediately brought his arm up to his face and gasped.
His veins were slightly more prominent and were pushing against his skin. Their usual colour had intensified and was a bright electric blue. They seemed to glow ever so slightly. He realised that they stretched up to his wrist before they faded into normal skin. They tapered at his fingertips. He moved his hand experimentally. Flexing his fist and wiggling his fingers. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary.
"Woah. I can move it fine, what the hell is it?" he asked in wonder, still staring at his hand.
"I have no idea." Nasame breathed, focused on the limb. "Do you have any theories as to why this is like it is?" he asked.
For a moment, Harry was indecisive. Should he tell Nasame? He genuinely liked the nurse but didn't want to become a weapon or a lab rat.
"Nasame. Will you promise, if I tell you, not to tell anyone unless you think they can be absolutely trusted?" he asked seriously.
Nasame didn't look surprised.
"I will try, if a superior asks me of it. I will have no choice but to inform them." He warned.
"Alright," Harry acquiesced. "This," he said, wiggling his arm around. "is an accident. On my world, we use a- a device, called a wand, to manipulated energy, which we call magic. Wands have two components, a core of a powerful magical substance and a wooden casing to amplify it. However, not only wood can be used. Bone that is saturated with magic has been used by Dark wizards (that's what we call ourselves, wizards) for rituals. It's considered wrong to use bone because the core has to be implanted while the thing the bone comes from is still alive." He paused and saw that Nasame was entranced. "Needless to say, it was outlawed. Now, I carried my wand in a holster on my arm. I'm not sure, but it must have somehow been implanted into my arm when I went through the vei-portal. You took the wood out and left me with the core inside the bone of my arm. You see? My whole arm is a wand now!" Harry looked exited at the prospect of something so cool. The he soured. "Why does all this crap happen to me? I mean sure, at least this is cool, but still. I bet no one else has to go through this on a regular basis."
Nasame was looking stunned.
"I think I broke him." Harry muttered.