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Part Ten

While Jack filled the general in on recent events, Sam did her best to remove the collar. She wasn't having much luck. It was completely solid. Finally Daniel suggested they just cut the damn thing off.

That Voldemort hadn't bothered to make the collar unbreakable was just another example of how much he distained muggles. The device had been made to keep Harry himself in check, not the people around him. In the dark lord's mind, they were just cattle. A few minutes later the wizard was human once more. Though in some ways he really regretted it. It looked like it was time to face the music.

Under normal circumstances Hammond would have just thrown the linguist in the brig. However, this situation was far from normal, even for the SGC. Donovan had worked here for five years. He would at least give the other a chance to explain himself. Then he would decide. "So," the general began. "Care to explain yourself Mister. . ."

"Harrison," the wizard answered the unspoken question. "Harrison Potter, and it's a long story."

Jack dropped into a nearby chair, fixing the younger man with a firm stare. "We've got time."

Harry took a deep breath. "I suppose it all started when," his voice trailed off as he reconsidered the matter. "No," he corrected himself. "It started earlier than that." He wasn't going to go into Tom Riddle's childhood, but he wasn't egocentric enough to believe everything before his birth was unimportant.

"About thirty years ago," Harry began again. "The wizarding world was in the midst of a civil war. On one side was Voldemort and his Death Eaters, whom you've already met, and on the other were the so-called forces of light led by Albus Dumbledore."

Several brows rose at that. It was clear from the tone of his voice that the linguist was not overly fond of either group.

"To put it bluntly," the wizard continued his tale. "Voldemort was winning. Then, something happened. A seer made a prophecy, foretelling of the one who could be the Dark Lord's downfall."

The general's eyes narrowed. He was starting to see where this was going. "You?" he guessed.

A grim smile crossed Harry's face. "Me," he confirmed. "Anyway, somehow Voldemort got wind of it and in the manner of psychopaths everywhere decided to take care of the problem before it became one."

Jack inhaled sharply. "How old were you?" he asked. His voice was unusually somber.

"I was fifteen months old the day Voldemort murdered both my parents," Harry replied easily. He had had a long time of get over it. "He would have killed me too," the wizard admitted. "If not for a fluke. The killing curse, Avada Kedavra, has always been universally fatal. But that night, it bounced off me and hit Voldemort, reducing him to a near powerless wraith." He didn't bother to speculate as to what had happened. He had never bought that bit about his Mother's love saving him. Surly other parents had died for their children. It hadn't saved them.

"As for me," a disgusted expression crossed the young man's face. "I was immediately dubbed the boy-who-lived and declared the savoir of the wizarding world."

Daniel blinked. "You're joking!" he gasped. That was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "You were just a baby."

The wizard shrugged. "Oh it gets worse," he told them. "You see, even though my mother was magical, her family wasn't. Albus Dumbledore," Harry snarled the name. "Took me to the home of my only surviving relatives and left me on their doorstep, in the middle of the night, with nothing but a bloody note.

The small group stared at him, unable to believe what they had just heard. What was wrong with these people? Did they have no common sense whatsoever? You don't just leave babies on doorsteps, a million things could have gone wrong.

"My aunt and uncle were at the opposite end of the spectrum as Voldemort," Harry went on. "They hated magic." He paused, pain flickering across his face as he lowered his eyes. "They hated me," the wizard whispered softly. Even after all this time, he hadn't entirely gotten over that. Really, it was amazing he hadn't grown up thinking his name was boy, that or freak.

The wizard told them all about his life with the Dursleys, his years at Hogwarts, the war, his escape. He left nothing out. It was almost a cathartic experience. Harry spoke for hours. Finally, he was finished.

Slender fingers clenched, the knuckles turning white. "I never expected my past to catch up with me like this," he admitted. "I would have died as Harold Donovan, and no one would have ever been the wiser." To be honest Harry had no idea what he was going to do. There was no back up plan. If he were really lucky maybe Hammond would let him go through the Stargate. If not there was always South America. One more jaguar in the rain forests wouldn't be noticed. He was so busy thinking, he almost didn't hear it when Hammond spoke.

"I don't see why that isn't still possible son," the general said at last. His position as head of the SGC gave him a lot of leeway, and if anyone ever deserved a break it was this young man. Besides Donovan, Potter Hammond mentally corrected himself, was one of theirs. "I do suggest you tell your team the truth though."

Harry's head snapped up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. "What?!"

The member's of SG-1 caught on quickly. Outside this room there was no one left who truly knew what had happened between SG-13's linguist and Voldemort. "I didn't see nothing," Jack declared. Sam and Daniel were quick to second the motion.

Gratitude shown in Harry's emerald green eyes as the linguist swallowed hard. He could feel his throat closing up but he still managed to speak. "Thank you general." It seemed everything would go on as normal. Well, at least as normal as anything ever was in the life of Harry Potter.

That night, as Harry was preparing from bed, an all too familiar voice ghosted across his mind.

'This isn't over my little chimera,' Voldemort sent his words halfway across the galaxy with ease. 'I will make it back someday.'

"Perhaps," the other acknowledged, speaking aloud. "But should that happen, than I will be waiting."

This story is complete

Hope you liked it

And thanks to everyone who reviewed

There will be no sequel, Harry and Voldemort would

just end up going in never ending circles

On another note, I have three more complete stories to type

Which do you want first?

an IY/YYH cross featuring Kagome and Kurama

DNAngel featuring Dark and Krad (no slash)

Sequel to my Naruto fic From the Ashes

I can probably guess but I figured I should ask for your input