Disclaimer: I do not own Jak II (which belongs to Naughty Dog) or Harry Potter (which belongs to J.) or Stargate SG-1 (I'm unsure who owns that). I make no money off of this and write this for my own amusement and those of the various readers.

Author's Note: I'd like to thank everyone who responded to my beta request on the HP/SG1 crossover Yahoo! Group. Unfortunately, this fic went through an ENTIRE new rewrite since then. I decided to stick with what I know and experiment with tenses later.

This fic will be gen (for those that knew previously, I originally had this set as hetero, but I decided not to force any romance into it). If romance happens at all, it will be as much of a surprise to me as to you. The only romance I know of will be Daxter/Tess, but nothing more than flirting, I think. There might be a possibility of Sirius/Sam, but unless my planning changes it'll be about as serious as Sam's other on show relationships.

Big note, this is NOT, despite how it reads at the beginning, a Jak II novelization. Nor is this a walkthrough of the same game. I did use a game script (found on GameFAQs) for certain dialogue. The script was written by Beverley Wooff (Rexy). I also used a video walkthrough (found on Youtube) for certain other dialogue and action sequences. This video walkthrough is by Johnny Fox (JohnnyDFox). For simplicity sake, except for storyline issues, I ignore the ammo limits on the morph guns and the build-up/time limit period for Dark Jak. For the purposes of this story, it can be assumed that the mystical unlimited ammo and unlimited Dark Jak cheats have somehow been activated.

There is a part of chapter 1 that is taken DIRECTLY from Order of the Phoenix where this fic diverges from Harry Potter canon. There are also parts of later chapters taken directly from episodes of Stargate SG-1.

Also, this will be seriously AU.

Now, I'll shut up and get to the story. Please read and review :)

Heroes Come In All Forms
Chapter 1: When Under Goodness…

London England
Death Chamber, Department of Mysteries, Sublevel 9, Ministry of Magic

It is thought that the archway in the Department of Mysteries is a portal between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Indeed, people who have seen death will hear voices coming from the portal, lending credence to this claim. Further credence to this claim is the fact that anything which goes through the portal never returns.

However, the portal is more complicated than that. For the reason the Department of Mysteries holds it is because the portal is in actuality a form of alien technology. Created by the Furlings some millennia ago, it was supposed to replace the Astria Porta created by one of their allies, at least in personnel travel. The archway didn't create wormholes through normal space nor did they use hyperspace or subspace in the way that ships and communications use them. The archway used another plane of existence, one that did not have time the way we have it, to allow people to travel freely, cutting the need for dialing.

However, when the Ancients began to ascend to a higher plane of existence, the archways began to malfunction. Even when one arrived at what was supposed to be their destination, they would randomly appear elsewhere, usually in the vacuum of space or half inside an object. Only a few seemingly random individuals survived after the destabilization of the other planes of existence.

All of the people shared one trait, they had survived certain death.

July 17, 1996

Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…

And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing – Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second….

But Sirius did not reappear.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back again…

Lupin made a grab for Harry as the teenager ran towards the veil, but Harry evaded. Harry would have been the victim of Dudley's Harry Hunting game for ten years if he wasn't a quick runner and an excellent evader. He leapt upon the Dais just as Bellatrix ran off the other side. For a moment he thought to go after her, but instead dove straight into the veil.

Now, in the ancient past, back when the archway still functioned, there were numerous safety features. These safety features malfunctioned just as much as the rest of the device had with the ascension of the Ancients. One of these safety features were supposed to cause a person without a clear physical destination in mind to come out on the other side of the archway they had gone through.

Sirius had no destination in mind when he was sent through the archway; however, due to the malfunctions in the device, it caused him to be randomly flung across the galaxy. Harry's destination was not a clearly defined physical destination. Had the device been functioning properly Sirius and Harry would have both come out the other side, no worse for wear. Instead Harry was also flung across the galaxy to the only planet with an archway that was still intact.

Sirius was not so lucky, but was luckier than most. He appeared on a planet known as Ne'tu, well, a moon actually. Sirius would have a very hard time that would make his first trip to prison seem like a pleasant stroll through a garden. But Sirius' story is one saved for later; after all, Harry also has a trip to prison to contend with.

Slums, Haven City
Kvof (pronounced: Co-voof) 17, 300 BN (June 17, 300 AM – After Mar)

Water dripped from broken pipes hanging from rusted buildings with thatch roofs. Overhead a smog filled sky was visible between the support cables for the large tree shaped building that had to be the middle of the city.

A woman shrieked behind him and Harry quickly turned around. "Wha—" he began to ask before he knew no more.

Fortress, Haven City
Bvhvtu (pronounced Bav-hiv-tu) 30, 300 BN (August 30, 300 AM – After Mar)

Pain; that was all he had known since coming to this place. How long had it been? He couldn't even understand the language of the people here, but he was learning. He was already beginning to forget the people he knew and the places he's been. Before long he would forget who he was, what he stood for, and why he came here.

At least he was beginning to see again. The shapes of the people were beginning to clear.

Nbz (pronounced: Na-biz) 14, 301 BN (May 14, 301 AM – After Mar)

"AHHHHHH!" a young male voice screamed. The new kid, just brought in. Would he break as easy as he did? No, this one sounded stronger, but they all sounded strong at the beginning.

He rubbed his ears, vaguely he remembered they hadn't been shaped like this, long and pointed, like them. How long had it been? Did time even matter in a place such as this? Who was he? Why was he there?

They grow tired of the new one's screams, he's just a kid. His turn.

Dark eco, that's what they called it. They said he had an affinity for it. They were trying to make warriors which could harness the Dark Eco and waste the Baron's enemies.

Praxis, how he hated him.

Bvhvtu 25, 301 BN (August 25, 301 AM – After Mar)

He looks up, "You'll have a roommate from now on." There is only one cot. They threw the kid in. He wasn't much younger than the other. They looked as different as night and day, though. He was a lightly tanned blond with blue eyes, when they opened. The older was pale with black hair and green eyes.

The blond was a Channeler, apparently there was a difference between having an affinity and being a Channeler. The older didn't care. The blond didn't talk, he just laid on the floor where they left him and shivered. The older laid the blanket over him, still he shivered.

Kvmz (pronounced: kav-maz) 31, 302 BN (July 31, 302 AM – After Mar)

"Intriguing," one of the tortures said.

Pain, this time not caused by them, but from something else. A vague recollection of a pair of boys with red hair, 'At eighteen a – power – mature.'

As suddenly as it was there it was gone, a fleeting memory. More pain from trying to remember. Who he was? Why it hurt so much? The blond moves, the blanket is placed over him this time. Friends?

They're friends.

Bqsjm (pronounced: Bachs-jum) 8, 303 BN (April 8, 303 AM – After Mar)

"Dark Eco injection cycle complete," the computer's voice stated. "Bio readings nominal and unchanged."

"Nothing!" Praxis shouted. "I was informed that this one might be different!"

"He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments' Baron Praxis. I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed," Errol stated.

Praxis gave a frustrated cry and turned around, grabbing a fistful of the blond's hair, "You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!"

"What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!"

"I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures!" Praxis stated. "Move forward with the final plan!" He then gestured to the blond, "And finish off this 'thing' tonight!"

"What of the other one?"

"Get rid of him, too," Praxis said as he left.

"As you wish," Errol states to the retreating Baron. He leans over to the blond, "I'll be back later…"

The older growls from inside the cell. He needs to get out, he needs to get to the other. He can vaguely hear a voice, one he doesn't recognize, talking in the vague direction of the blond, but he ignores it. It is unimportant right now, important is getting out of this cell.

"I'M GONNA KILL PRAXIS!" the blond shouts.

The older nods at the sentiment, he wanted a piece of the Baron, preferably as a souvenir. His anger at Praxis intensified; the air was crackling with Dark Eco. The Channeler transformed. The older one pulled it inward and focused it on his anger, on his rage, and mostly on his pain.

The cell door rocketed off its hinges and flew across the dungeon. The blond is no longer blond. He has pure white hair and pure white skin. But instead of looking angelic, it looks demonic. The demonic look is further accented by the black horns and black eyes.

Then again, the older doesn't look much more angelic. The sclera of his eyes had changed to black leading to a demonic green on black appearance. He was pale and gaunt from his near three years in hell and had no name.

"Daxter?" the more demonic of the pair asks, confused, his memories starting to resurface. From under the pain, anguish, and rage a scared boy reemerged turning back to his normal blond self.

Unlike the blond, however, the older's eyes did not change back; however they regained some of his kindness.

"What the heck was that?" Daxter, who was the orange rodent, said. "Seesh, remind me not to piss you off! Come on, tall dark, and gruesome. We're outta here!"

They walked toward the older of the experiments who the blond greets as, "Friend?"

"Yes," the older stated.

The blond changed into the clothing the rat provided while the rat asked questions of the other. "Who are you?"

"I do not recall," the older said.

"Why not?" Daxter asked.

"The things they did to me were horrific, I only know I was here before your friend," the other said.

"You mean Jak?" Daxter asked, pointing to the changing blond. The other gave a nod of agreement. "Well, we can't just go around calling you, 'You', we'll have to give you a name. How about Sable?"

"Very well," the newly dubbed Sable agreed.

"Jak, meet Sable, Sable meet Jak," Daxter said.

"We already met," Sable said.

"We should get out of here before the alarms go off."

"The door is locked, but there looks to be a large ventilation shaft over there that we can climb into," Sable said.

"Alert, prisoner escape in progress," the computer's voice said. They jumped, crawled, and climbed through the ventilation shaft into a maintenance area. "You are in a restricted sector. This sector is on high alert."

"We haven't run into guards yet," Daxter said. They climbed up a ledge and Daxter said, "Nevermind."

Sable rushed forward and delivered a sickening punch that snapped the guard's head around. Daxter blanched, "Sable, buddy, you're vicious, and that's putting it nicely."

Jak took out the next one with a kick that knocked the guard off a ledge so high they couldn't see the bottom of it. "They really should think about installing a railing."

"Surrender yourself, you are under arrest," the computer said, again. Two more guards met their ends to Jak and Sable's fists and legs. Sable may have looked gaunt, but the Dark Eco had increased his physical strength to superhuman standards.

"We have movement on level one," a guard said.

"Move in," another said.

"There they are!" a guard spotted them.

"Open fire!" another guard commanded. Beams of red eco shot from the floor at them as they ran over a grate.

"Prisoners sighted, we've got them," another guard stated.

"Prisoners on level two," another guard said.

A shaft ahead of them led down to another level and away from the guns, so they followed it. They snuck up behind two guards that were stationed in the next maintenance level with ease and jumped into another shaft.

"There is no escape," the computer said as they reached a water drainage area.

"I see an exit," Daxter said.

"Where?" Jak asked.

"Over the crates," Sable says, he saw it too. The night sky, it was smog covered, but he could still see the moon. "How long since I've seen the sky," Sable remarked.

End Note: In case it isn't clear why the names of dates are written the way they are, Precursia (the J&D world that has no name) does not speak or write in English in this story. Harry learns this language while an experiment. Second, since I cannot type in the Precursor font on , I had to find another way of making it come across as another language. For simplicity sake, I choose a simple A to B, B to C cipher.