Harry Potter and

the Ancients Power

Sequel to

Harry Potter and the Star Gate

By: Shezza88

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/524094/

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Shezzaswork/files/Ancient%27s%20Power/

Chapter 4 next     Words 9,028

A/N- This is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Stargate. Please read that first, or else you will have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I will give you a choice...shall I continue this story now or start Ancardia again? I have decided that Ancardia will not be abandoned, but I will only work on one story at a time.

Summery of future events

(don't read if you don't want to spoil surprises.)

Day One Hogwarts: Harry wakes up

- Informed that his magic has been unbound but weakened, it will take a few days to heal up completely - Talk with Dumbledore about options- He could stay or leave...new branch of magic interests Harry - Dumbledore persuades Harry to stay and participate in a few classes - Blue Thunder examines his options- knows of several secret pasages but all are warded- decides to bribe a student

Hogwarts: Harry visits a few classes

- Tranfiguration- Harry is very impressed, something he hadn't seen done before, include quote "My magic is like an Ha'tak to your Tel'tak, all force and no subtlety." - Potions- Harry recognises Snape and mocks him, Snape draws his wand, gets blasted back, upsets a delicate potion, boom. "Oops?"

Stargate Command: Vala vists

- Short quicky summary of Merlin treasure - Find the device, Daniel and Vala are transported to Ori Land - Short quicky summary of whats happens

Hogwarts: Dinner time

- Harry talks with Hermione, Ron, Ginny about magical world - Get's drawn into a conversation about aliens and Anubis - Afterwards, leaves to go to the toleit and encounters Blue Thunder - Short, intesne magical duel later, Blue Thunder pulls out a sword - Harry pulls one from armour, has no idea how to use it. "Pointy end into fleshy part, right?" - Peeves comes by, spots intruder, screams like crazy - Blue Thunder throws vial, Harry shields himself, dispells acidic potion away, ducks a Killing Curse, Blue Thunder is gone

Day Two Howgarts: Breakfast

- Harry tries the local food, espieclaly loves bacon - Dumbledore takes him to office, tells him the prophecy - "The Prophecy can kiss my..." Harry basically tells Dumbledore what he thinks of fortune telling - Scar Pain

LV Hideout: Same time

- Voldemort brooding - Anubis suddenly appears, drawn by the powerful chaotic energies - Anubis tries to take over Voldemort...and fails. - Voldemort binds Anubis into his body, no other choice - Discover that they both know about Harry/Deicida - Anubis and Voldemort come to an arrangement, they'll work together for as long as they have to kill Harry

Ministry: Fudge's office

- Scrimgeour and Fudge talk about Blue Thunder's failed attempt - Fudge is increasingly worried, Scrimgour tries to calm him down - Report comes in...Harry's at Hogwarts - Fudge really panicky, after fretting is over, sends in Umbridge and places her at Hogwarts with orders to remove HP

LV Hideout: Death Eater Meeting

- Summons all Death Eater's - Informs them that HP's death is the top priority - Demands ways into Hogwarts

Hogwarts: Dinner time

- Draco confronts Harry, raving about aliens - Harry hurts him. badly. - Taken to Dumbledore's office,, bluntly tells the man to mind his buisness "I should have let Anubis blast this piece of rock into the next plane of existance!"

Day Three Hogwarts: Harry jogs

- Harry goes outside at dawn, walks around, probes the wards - Blue Thunder shows up, this time with muggle machine gun - Harry stops bullets - Magical duel emegeres, Blue Thunder tries to escape - Blue Thunder is killed... (Ripped apart by Giant Squid?)

Hogwarts: Dumbledore's office

- Dumbledore knows Blue Thunder, knows that Ministry official did it, tells Harry - Harry is angry - Interrupted by Umbridge, who just arrived as High Inquistidor "Is this another genetic mutation? Fuck, it's a   human!" - Harry leaves

Washington: Meetings

- Meeting with new president, Henry Hayes and O'Neill, newely appointed Homeworld Security - Discuss increasingly worsening protests - Few options, hope that it will die down - Talk about infrastructure...a couple of decades

Hogwarts: Umbridge

- Harry sits in classes...(DADA) - Umbridge inspection...knows Remus is a werewolf - Harry asks what Umbridges problem is...not politely - Harry detention....even thought he's not a student - Later on, Blood Quill

Chapter 1

The first time Harry noticed something was wrong was in the middle of the night. He was curled up on the ground, feigning sleep but his eyes were open and wary. He clutched his spear, as the feeling got stronger and stronger. As he heard rustles and scuttling noises, he frowned as he tried to peer out into the darkness. Suddenly he there was a small breeze behind him…something moving…and he jumped up, his spear blurring. There was a pained screech as he struck home and something collapsed. Harry whirled around with his spear up, waiting for more. There were more rustles and soft hisses and clicks, before the rustles grew softer and softer as the animal left. Harry turned back to the corpse and held out his hand. Using his limited magic, he created a ball of light that burst above his palm. The image of a large spider with menacing pincers greeted him and he stiffened, taking an involuntary step backwards.

Dawn came, the sun rising from the East and casting light over the large and dark forest. Harry had spent a week in there so far, hunting his own food that mainly consisted of small animals, and he had never seen such a creature. It was a spider all right, an extremely large one as well. He frowned as he surveyed it, casting glances around him as if he expected a whole swarm of them to burst out of the foliage and attack him. With his luck, they probably would. Sighing, he grabbed his spear and started walking. He didn’t really have a direction that he should be going, he was lost, but he could sense something up ahead…something big and powerful and somewhat familiar. That was where he was heading, hoping to find some people.

Blue Thunder eyed the note with a blank expression. As an assassin and bounty hunter, he knew that his life would be short. However, since he had tried and failed to complete a job set by the Ministry of Magic, his life became even more dangerous. Blue Thunder had tried to assassinate Lord Voldemort, and had almost succeeded. A quick and powerful Killing curse and several thrown bottles of deadly toxins had been aimed Voldemort back in the first war. Blue Thunder thought that he had succeeded in his mission, until Voldemort stepped out of the cloud of gas with a furious expression on his face. Blotches of black lesions were cast over his skin, probably from the gas, there was a large scorch mark in the wall behind him and his crimson eyes were burning. Blue Thunder sent another Killing Curse, and Voldemort watched it idly before he sidestepped as a blur, dodging the Killing Curse, and flicking his wand. Blue Thunder had enough sense to apparate out as the entire area was blown up, dark flames and streaks of ebony striking everything. From that moment on, Blue Thunder had been hunted. He had killed seven Death Eaters that had come after him before laying low in the Muggle World. His talents came in handy and when Voldemort had disappeared because of Potter, he had stayed. The money was better. Now Voldemort was back and Blue Thunder was making sure he kept low. Then, as he had been coming home from his part-time job as a security guard, he had seen the note in his letterbox.

Blue Thunder,

We have a new target for you. The price of delivery of the body is 10,000 galleons. Enclosed is all information the Ministry has on the subject.

Red Lion

The Red Lion was a codename for Scrimgeour, who had hired him the first time. He flipped open a yellow envelope and was greeted with a photograph of a teenager strapped to a bed. His charcoal black hair was messy and his green eyes glinted angrily, but carried something that Blue Thunder had only seen on one man before. Power lay beneath this boy’s fingertips…he could tell.

Harry Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived

Age: 17

Status: Alien

Previous Residence: Unknown

Notes: The boys power has been bound…his magic poses no threat. Also capable in unarmed combat and Muggle fighting tools. If his power is unbound…he is capable of Dark

Magic

Last seen: Lord Voldemort’s dungeons…NOTE: GOBLINS REPORT A BOY WITH SIMILAR APPEARNCE ESCAPING FROM THEIR CUSTODY AND INTO THE EDGES OF THE FORBIDDEN FOREST. SEE ATTATCHED FOR CO-ORDINATES

They wanted him to kill the boy-who-lived? Blue Thunder scoffed, but his eyes held a glimmer of excitement. This would be the biggest assassination of the century…

“They want our land, our homes, our children!” A man screamed over a megaphone. “Will we let them get them?”

There were screams and yells of ‘No!’ as the protest march continued down the street. Similar protests were happening all over the world as anybody who had doubts about the aliens took to the streets. The fact that these same Aliens had just saved their planet was somehow driven from their minds.

On the other end of the street, armed riot police were waiting with helmets and shields and batons. A few plain clothed men with weird weapons in their hand, a curved and engraved pistol-like weapon that resembled a coiled serpent, also waited as they guarded the building that the aliens were visiting.

“LET”S DRIVE THEM BACK TO SPACE!” The man screamed and lifted an iron bar, gesturing to the police. “CHARGE!”

Andrew Weasley looked out the window of the school where Narim was speaking politely to the children, mainly part of a Public Relations plan, at the protesters. He saw some Alliance guards raise their Zat’nikatels towards the charging crowd and fired. Streaks of blue arcing energy slammed into the first ranks, rendering them unconscious. Still, the mob kept running and the riot police moved forward, shields up. There were screams and yells and the general sounds of warfare as police and rioters clashed, not that Andrew could here it. The room they were in had been shielded and soundproofed. Every now and then a blue flash would slam into a protester, but it was clear that the police were being overwhelmed.

“All guards, Pull back.” Andrew spoke softly into his radio. “Alliance Soldiers, move into positions.”

The police and guards were being pushed back anyhow. There were literally a thousand people rioting and as the police made their escape, a sharp whine was heard as a large spaceship flew overhead. It was sleek and silver, with gun turrets swivelling to face the crowd. There was a bight flash and below the ship appeared fifty full armed and clothed Soldiers, all holding powerful energy assault rifles and small glowing rods.

“This is Lieutenant Thorn of the American Air Force. You are ordered to return to your homes immediately. The consequences will be dire if you ignore this orders!”

The order was met with the sound of a pistol going off. A shimmering blue shield surrounded the spaceship, the bullets flashing off, before the mob charged at the soldiers. The soldiers holstered their weapons and lashed forward with their sticks. Every time a protester was struck, they would give a scream of pain and fall to the ground unconscious. After a few minutes, the mob had retreated as the soldiers advanced. A few of the protesters flung firebombs at them, but the burning bottles were shot down from the spaceship, streaks of yellow striking them and causing them to explode in mid-air.

Andrew sighed as Narim finished his speech. The children were hanging off his every word, oblivious to the fighting outside. This was what the world was coming to, people striking down the people who saved their lives. The Alliance was getting sick of it, and so was Andrew.

The Next Day 

Harry sprinted as fast as he could, dodging branches and bushes as he tried to escape the herd of spiders after him.

Flashback

“I am Aragog.” The giant arachnoid said. Harry just stared with awe mingled with disgust at the gigantic spider. It was huge, bigger than a Death Glider. Aragog had hundreds of milky white eyes and large pincers. All around him were smaller versions of himself, spiders crawling everywhere, some as big as Aragog and some smaller. It was a hive, with the leader able to speak.

“I’m Harry.” Harry said cautiously, gripping the spear.

“You have killed my children…” Aragog trailed off as he gave the spider equivalent to a cough. It was at that moment that Harry noticed that the eyes didn’t move. He was blind.

“Well to be fair, they tried to kill me first.” Harry said slowly. He hadn’t realised he was being closed in on until the Spiders had all leapt at him, herding him like one of those Earth creatures, the ones that made milk…ducks? Yeah, that was it. Herding him like a herd of ducks.

“This forest is ours. You have intruded into our…” Aragog started.

“Oh not again!” Harry groaned. “Let me guess, this area is sacred and you’re going to kill me?”

Aragog paused, slightly surprised at Harry’s outburst. “Fundamentally…yes.”

“I see.” Harry slowly, shaking his head, before he jumped forward with his spear. “ANYBODY MOVE AND I’LL KILL HIM!” He yelled as he held the spear to Aragog’s head.

All around him, Spiders buzzed angrily, clicking furiously as they circled him but nobody dared to come closer.

“Where’s the nearest human settlement?” Harry demanded.

“Two kilometres in that direction.” Aragog said, gesturing with his mandibles. “You’ll never get away. My hive will hunt you down!”

“Shut up!” Harry snapped as he eyed the other spiders closely. He closed his eyes, drawing in from his pitiful magical reserves. Once he had his magic back, he was going to kill Scrimgeour! As he drew the limited power into him, Aragog moved with lightning speed and slashed Harry. Harry grunted as he felt something pierce his skin across his stomach and drove the spear in deep. Aragog have a silent gasp as he collapsed, and for a moment there was complete and utter silence.

Then came a wave of angry clicks and hisses. The Spiders were furious. Several jumped towards him as he held out his hand, and a wave of fireballs burst from. Some of it circled him before shooting off in different directions while other fireballs exploded in the air. Smoke filled the air as a wave of heat passed over the clearing and Harry ran, clutching his now bloodied spear.

Flashback over 

Harry darted between the trees, his mind set on one thing. He was getting out of this forest, tonight! As a large spider ran past, its pincers clicking madly, Harry shoved the spear in its unsuspecting side, causing it to collapse with a screech of agony. He pulled out his spear and dealt the deathblow, a quick slash to the head, before he crack one of the pincers. He picked up a sharp shard and grinned grimly.

“That should do.” Harry muttered. He blocked off all emotion as he concentrated, and a fireball erupted from his hand. It glowed in the dark, a white and pale green light shining from it as it sailed through the air. Spiders stopped to look at it, mesmerised as it left a shower of sparks and generated a comfortable temperature. The light pulsed through the night as Harry quietly made his getaway, before it shrunk in on itself with a high whine and exploded in an arc of magic. There was a giant flash that could be seen for kilometres away as spiders, trees and plants were incinerated. The survivors of the explosion raised their burnt heads and screeched madly, calling on their kin.

Harry stumbled out of the forest, glancing back as he heard rustling and scratching behind him. Nearby, a wooden hut was built at the edge of the forest and up ahead, a familiar stone building glowed in the moonlight. Damn, it was that magic school! Harry looked behind him, looked up ahead and hesitated. It had to be better than being eaten alive then. As he moved to run to the castle, something broke from the forest and leaped. Harry rolled to the ground as a giant spider landed where he had been. He stabbed forward with his spear several times, watching the spider dodge and hiss as it stepped backwards to avoid it. Harry narrowed his eyes as it suddenly looked over his head and ducked as a pincer slashed through the air. He stabbed upwards, driving the spear deep into another spider belly before he pointed at the other spider and focused. Another trickle of power went as a flash of lightning leapt from his finger and struck the rearing spider, which crumpled in a burnt heap. Panting, Harry grabbed the spear and threw it towards the forest, just as another spider jumped out. The spear soared through the air and skewered the spider, before Harry summoned it to his hands. He felt his head throb and shook it off as he sprinted for the castle, being pursued by dozens of giant spiders.

Several kilometres away, a dark blue robed figure with silver bolts of lightning stitched onto his clothes frowned into the telescope. Potter was a better fighter than he had anticipated. He would have to work carefully, lest his draw suspicion from Dumbledore or Potter, which would be hard since they were now both at Hogwarts. He did not want to fight anyone of them at all; a quick slash of a knife was what Blue Thunder was aiming for.

Chapter 2

Harry finally reached the doors; giant wooden doors with carvings etched into them, and opened them. He peeked out and raised a hand as he started shutting them. As a spider jumped at him, a splatter of yellow flame burst from his hand (The non injured one) and impacted on the Spider, sending it scuttling the other direction. Harry looked out and swore softly as dark figures burst out from the forest, at least forty of them and scuttled quickly towards the castle.

“This wouldn’t be a problem if they hadn’t bound my powers.” Harry muttered to himself. “Or if I had a Zat.”

He slammed the doors shut and turned around, only to press against the wall as he noted a pearly white transparent person floating in front of him.

“Hello.” The figure said politely. He was dressed in some kind of tunic that looked like it was made in an era long gone. “Are you a student?”

“Um…No.” Harry said, flashing a smile. “Just visiting.”

The figure nodded. “I see. Well, welcome to Hogwarts. I’m Sir Nicholas, ghost of the Gryffindor House.”

“Did you say ‘ghost’?” Harry asked slowly, eyeing the spectre.

“Indeed I did.” Sir Nicholas said, beaming. “Well, I have much to do. Peeves tried to set all of the suits of armour on fire and now the ghosts want to banish him. If only Peeves would learn…” He floated through a wall, leaving a confused and quizzical Harry behind.

Harry stared after the ghost for a few before the door behind him thumped.

“Yes?” Harry called out.

There was a serries of clicking noises and suddenly a large pincer broke through the wood just next to Harry’s head.

“We don’t want anything, thankyou.” Harry replied and jumped away from the door. He whirled around and lunged forward with the spear, the spearhead tearing through the pincer. There was a loud screech and a black liquid dripped onto the ground as the pincer retreated, before the door thumped again. The spiders kept slamming into the door, before it creaked and groaned and gave way. At the same moment, wards fell and alarms were tripped and a wailing noise echoed in the castle. Harry raised his hand, clenching his fist and a Spider the size of a Death Glider gave a shriek as it collapsed, it’s heart being gripped by some invisible force. It blocked the doorway; stopping any other spiders from entering and Harry quickly darted down the hall turning left. He noted a set of double doors that looked familiar and lurched towards them. He opened them and staggered in, glancing behind him before he heard screams. He turned around to see at least a hundred students all aiming their focuses at him…their wands. Multicoloured beams and bursts of light rocketed towards him and he quickly darted out of the room. The doors splintered and glowed as it was struck, large chunks being blown out of it and small fires appearing on it. Suddenly up ahead, giant spiders clicked their pincers menacingly and Harry groaned. He was struck between giant spiders and angry magic people.

“Let’s see…eaten alive…hit by magic…eaten alive…hit by magic…” Harry trailed off and quickly darted back inside they charged.

Albus Dumbledore stood up as the alarms went off. He consulted a small watch-like object from his robes and frowned. The front doors had been breached. As Prefects and the older students pushed the younger students back and aimed their wands at the doors of the Great Hall, Albus turned to Minerva.

“Take Filius and Severus and find any students who are not at dinner.” He instructed.

Minerva nodded and stood up, gesturing at the Head of Ravenclaw and the Head of Slytherin. Suddenly the doors opened and Albus whipped his head around a single lone figure in ratted clothing and covered in mud and dirt ran in, took one look at the wands being aimed at him, and ran out. Beams and bursts of magic followed him as students hollered, their wands sparkling. The doors groaned and creaked as stunning charms, disarming charms, full-body-binds and a reducto or two struck it, but they held. Albus quickly jumped forward, his wand in hand and radiating power and magic from him. Students shied away from him as he strode forward, before the figure ran back into the hall and slammed the doors shut, before turning around and glancing at them. One look at the particular shade of emerald green and Albus smiled.

“I see reports of your death were truly exaggerated, by the Muggles and by the Auror’s you rescued.” He said loudly.

The figure have him a withering glare as he strode forward. “I really don’t like this planet.” He snapped angrily, limping slightly and holding a spear that looked of goblin design.

“Welcome back Mr Potter.”

“Oh sure. Welcome back, he says.” Harry growled under his breath.

Albus looked puzzled while students gasped, some lowering their wands. Suddenly there was a bang on the door and Harry cringed, backing away as fast as he could while raising the spear.

“What is it?” Albus asked urgently, his wand raised and his eyes wary.

“Huge, and I mean huge, spiders. Lots of them.” Harry answered, standing next to the old mage. He didn’t really know him well; in fact, he didn’t know him at all. Still, the ancient one had been in his dreams years ago and had always seemed to be fighting against the Dark One….Vol…Voldo…Voldocom? Anyways, Harry knew that he could count on the man…to a limit.

“You disturbed the Acromantula?” Albus asked in surprise.

“Well, I kinda killed a really big one. I only killed it a little though.” Harry said, frowning as the doors shook again.

As Albus raised his wand to utter a powerful locking charm, the doors burst open and spider swarmed in.

“Stupefy!”

“Impendinta!”

“Reducto!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Petrificus Totalus!”

“Diffindo!”

“Flippendo!”

A hail of curses erupted from the wands of the older students as they backed away in fear. Magic reeked in the air and Harry could smell the faint tang of ozone as beams of light struck the spiders. But most of the spells did nothing and the spiders merely glanced them off. Next to him, Albus Dumbledore raised his wand and roared an incantation in a loud and harsh voice. A flash flew from his wand, blowing back Harry’s hair, and struck four spiders, causing them to collapse. Harry closed his eyes, scrambling for any spare magic, and raised his hand. He pushed out and the air rippled before two spiders were suddenly torn apart. Harry panted as he steadied himself and raised the spear, hurling it at the nearest spider.

Most of the students had retreated behind the professors, who came forward brandishing their wands violently. Spiders were hurled to and from as invisible forces picked them up, struck them repeatedly and threw them aside. Harry drew on any magic he had left…which wasn’t much, since most of it was fighting the infection left behind by the bracelet. Lightning arced from his fingertips, and spiders screeched and hissed and they were struck. A volley of fireballs flew at them and Harry saw the greasy haired man with the sallow skin that had kidnapped him. Finally, after what seemed hours but was only thirty seconds or so, the Spiders were all dead and out of the fight.

Harry snapped his fingers and the spear flew from a spider corpse and back into his hands. He could feel the exhaustion settling in on him but ignored it as he turned to face the old man.

“Thanks.” He said curtly, watching the other adults wearily. A giant man, bigger than anybody Harry had seen before, was sniffing into his sleave while a strict woman with her hair in a bun was making sure that the students were all right.

“I dun understand.” The huge man rumbled deeply. “Aragog always kept em in line.”

“Aragog? Oh, he’s dead.” Harry said.

“What!” The man said, tears coming to his eyes.

“What were you doing in the forbidden forest anyway?” The greasy man spat out, glaring at him. Harry made a sudden movement and he flinched, no doubt remembering the last time he had met Harry and had gotten beaten up badly.

“It’s a long story.” Harry said tiredly.

“Come to my office. We shall settle this there.” The ancient man said, flicking his focus. The spider corpses suddenly vanished and the doors and tables reassembled themselves.

“That’s an interesting tale.” The old man said, stroking his beard. Harry was sitting in a plush armchair in a cosy office surrounded by walls of little objects that occasionally spun around, circling and twisting. One of them even let off a batch of sparks every two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, why, Harry didn’t know. It had taken twenty minutes to tell his tale after being shot down and he could see the little twitches the ancient man made when he mentioned something particularly horrible, like Scrimgeour torturing him. There was a brief silence as the ancient man…(Who introduced himself as Albus Dumbledore) considered his words. While he did that, Harry took time to inspect the office. The biggest thing that captured Harry’s attention was a beautiful bird with brilliant red and gold plumage. It’s black beady eyes showed wisdom not seen in animals and Harry could just sense the power that the bird held.

Albus noticed Harry’s stare and beamed. “Do you like Fawkes Harry? He is a phoenix, a loyal and powerful creature. He has accompanied me throughout many of my years.”

Harry nodded slowly, looking half-dead and Albus winced internally. Fudge and Scrimgeour had made a grievous error in trying to bind the boy’s powers. It was unethical, unreasonable and frankly disgusting. The boy looked like he had walked in from a war zone and from what Harry had told him, he probably had.

“You have not had a very good impression of this planet so far, have you?” Albus asked remorsefully.

“Not really.” Harry answered, stifling a yawn. “Listen, can you help me with the binding power object? Or at least, get me in touch with the Alliance.”

It was at that moment that Albus noticed the burnt and decaying hand.

“My dear boy!” He exclaimed in shock. “When you said you had burnt your hand, I did not think that it was this serious! Come, we must let Madame Promfrey inspect you!”

Harry gave him a withering stare. “I’ve had worse.” He said. “Can you help me?”

Albus hesitated. “I can try.” He said finally. His eyes twinkled as he stood up and lead Harry down the stairs. “First though, you need medical aid and rest. I swear to you on my magic that nobody shall harm you if I have anything to do with you?”

“Is that…” Harry yawned again and winced as he felt a sharp pain in his ribs. His body needed rest to activate his healing abilities. “Is that significant, swearing on your magic?”

“Extremely. If I break that oath, my magic would be compromised…either bound like yours or destroyed.” Albus said, taking a right and walking into the infirmary. Madame Promfrey was bustling around two students, one who had a gash on his shoulder and the other who looked to have a broken arm.

“Madame Promfrey, I have another patient for you.” Albus said cheerfully. “Good day Mr Zabini, Ms Clearwater.”

The two students mumbled hellos, avoiding his eyes and Albus internally sighed. The students would be wary of him for a while now; this was why he didn’t reveal the true extent of his abilities unless he really had to.

“Oh my!” Promfrey uttered, taking in Harry’s appearance. “Lay him down there Albus, on the bed. I’ll be right with him.”

Harry could remember very little of the next few minutes. One minute he was fighting giant spiders, the next minute he was lying down as the exhaustion that had been stalking him for days all came back at once. He hadn’t had a proper sleep in a long time and could barely even resist as Madame Promfrey shoved a bottle in his mouth. As a cool liquid tingled and it went down his throat, Harry was out like a light.s

Chapter 3

When Harry next woke up, his headache was almost gone. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and glanced around the room. He was lying in a comfortable bed in a room painted in the purest white he had ever seen. As he slowly tensed his muscles to see if he was permanently damaged, he suddenly felt it and closed his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. The burning spark inside of him, his magic, was no longer restrained. Power flickered through him, weakened and tired power, but power nonetheless. He almost sighed out loud in satisfaction as something he was missing was returned to him and delved into his power. The first thing he did was to heal his body and he suddenly felt tired and worn muscles regenerate themselves, the fading aches of bruises disappear and several burns on his hand disappear. He opened his eyes, just a crack, and looked up to see a plump matronly-looking woman was standing above him with her wand hovered above him. The woman made a small noise of satisfaction as she withdrew her wand, just as the doors opened. From his almost-closed eyelids, Harry could see the tall and ageing form of Albus Dumbledore enter the room. His piercing blue eyes flickered over Harry and a look of knowing appeared in them, before he turned the bustling woman, a warm smile on his face.

“Ah, Madame Promfrey!” He exclaimed delightfully. “You are looking exceptionally well today!”

The woman gave the older man a stern glance, but her cheeks suffused with red, while Dumbledore grinned merrily and strode towards Harry, hovering above the bed as he gazed down at the teenage boy.

“And how is our patient today?” Dumbledore asked cheerfully. “Are you feeling well, Harry?”

Madame Promfrey shushed the Headmaster loudly as she walked over, her voice nearly a whisper as she spoke. “He’s still sleeping. Poor thing’s been out for twelve hours!”

“My dear Madame, your patient is deceiving you. He is awake at this very moment!” Dumbledore said joyfully.

Harry saw no use in keeping up the pretense and his eyes shot open, giving Dumbledore a withering glare. “I was enjoying my sleep-in, you know,” he remarked.

“As we all do,” Dumbledore said, his wand appearing in his hand. He gave a short wave, overlooking Harry’s stiffening reaction at the sight of a wand, and a plushy armchair suddenly appeared. He sat down and squirmed into the thick cushions, giving a short sigh of satisfaction. “Ah, that is much better.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow as he regarded the chair. “They look more comfortable than the ones Volgimart made,”

“Volgimart?” Dumbledore asked, seemingly amused. “I assume you are referring to the self-styled Lord Voldemort?”

“Whatever. I was never good with normal names, let alone the hard ones.” Harry shrugged, sitting up in his bed.

“Madame Promfrey, could I please have a word with Harry alone?” Dumbledore asked pleasantly, but Harry got the feeling that it wasn’t a request.

The matron nodded and disappeared into a door at the side of the infirmary, shutting it softly. The moment she did, Dumbledore flicked his wand several times and Harry could sense the weaves of magic flowing through the focus, forming an invisible dome around the bed and the chair. Dumbledore pocketed his wand again and Harry refocused his gaze upon the elder wizard.

“So…” Harry said, trailing off slowly. “Now what?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Dumbledore inquired with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

“I thought I made myself pretty clear. Now. What.” Harry repeated.

Dumbledore sighed and clasped his hands together. “Whatever happens next is up to you, Harry,”

“Do you practice and being vague, or is it an inborn trait?” Harry asked sarcastically.

Dumbledore merely smiled, before his face turned serious. “You are in a perilous position here, Harry,” He said. “You have made enemies with both the Minister of Magic and Lord Voldemort; two of the most powerful men in Britain today, one for his political power and the other for his magical power.”

“I made enemies of them? No, they made enemies of me!” Harry said softly. “That is something they’ll regret.”

Dumbledore ignored the comment and continued on. “Yet right now, you are in the safest place you can be in your condition. Here, at Hogwarts, no force will harm you without my intervention. Here, at Hogwarts, I can protect you.”

“No force can hurt me? What about giant spiders? I seem to remember them hurting me a lot.” Harry stated, his eyes narrowing at Dumbledore. “And why would you want to help me anyway? Since I’ve been here, I really haven’t made any friends.”

“Ah, but you have.” Dumbledore answered lightly. “Molly Weasley and Kinglsey Shackelbolt and dear friends of mine and they have told me how you rescued them from the very jaws of death itself. Your courage left a lasting impression on them and they feel as if they owe you a great debt.”

“I don’t have to stay here,” Harry said. “If I can get to any of the Alliance ships, then…”

“The Alliance vessels left days ago,” Dumbledore interrupted softly. “They believe that you are dead.”

Harry sat still for a second or two, his face twisted into a frown. “The Stargate,” He said at last. “I can use the Stargate to get back home.”

“This is your home Harry. You were born here, your parents were born here and your grandparents were born here.” Dumbledore said intently.

“This is not my home.” Harry disagreed quietly, staring Dumbledore in the eyes. “My home is on…”

“Where, Harry?” Dumbledore asked, sensing an opening.

“What happened to my ship? The Deicida?” Harry asked abruptly.

“It was destroyed.” Dumbledore answered.

Harry sighed in disappointment. “Well, I guess my home is on Kheb, or New Tollana. It isn’t this planet. Before the fight, I had visited this planet on a total number of twice, three times including my birth. Earth isn’t my home.”

Dumbledore sighed, his features sagging and suddenly the powerful wizard looked his age. “We were able to successfully remove the last traces of the bracelet’s restraining influence. It will take your magic a few days to recover and at that time, I will not stop you from leaving. Until then, please, enjoy the hospitality of Hogwarts. If you wish, you may sit in on a few classes and observe how we perform magic here on Earth.”

Harry thought it over for a minute, weighing up the pros and cons. On the plus side, he could see the different types of Earth magic available and rest and recover in a safe place. However, he would still be at the mercy of a wizard, and Fudge and Scrimgeour could possible hear about his location. He also wouldn’t have one or two or ten Tollan Cruisers to call on if he got into trouble. Still, Dumbledore had done nothing to hurt him so far.

“Alright,” Harry agreed and the aged wizards face lit up. “But only until I’m healed. Afterwards, I’m gone. I’m not going to take anymore crap from this magical world either. I have my magic back and I’m not going to let myself be trodden on again. If I have to hurt people to make sure that doesn’t happen…”

Dumbledore nodded solemnly. “Then we have a deal Harry,” He stood up, flicking his wand to dispel the silencing wards and to vanish his armchair. “Are you well enough to walk?”

Harry shrugged and threw off his blankets, placing his bare feet on the cold tile floor and standing up steadily.

“It looks like it,” he answered, before he glanced down at his clothes and noticed that he was wearing a thin hospital gown. He glanced back at Dumbledore, a wordless question on his face, and Dumbledore chuckled briefly.

“I will send a House-Elf to you with some appropriate clothes,” He said, a twinkle in his eyes. “I will also send a student to guide you around the castle and show you the classrooms, if you wish to sit in on some of the classes.”

As the Headmaster left, He wondered exactly what a House-Elf was.

“Holy shit!” Harry said loudly, only a few minutes later, as he peered down at the very strange creature in front of him. It was roughly the same size as an Asgard, dressed in a clean pillowcase with huge nervous eyes and droopy bat-like ears. Strangely, it had a few facial expressions like that of an Asgard.

“Tizzy brings young master clothes!” It squeaked, holding out a bundle of black robes and a pair of leather-like shoes. Harry took them cautiously, eyeing the poor deformed creature with a mixture of pity and disgust.

“And I thought I had seen the worst of this world’s mutations.” He muttered to himself.

“Is young master be needing something else?” The creature, Harry assumed it was a House-Elf, squeaked.

“I don’t suppose you know of the Asgard, do you?”

The House-Elf slowly shook its head, its eyes wide with nervousness and confusion.

“You’re not related in anyway? Sister species? Cousins? You’re not the disowned relative they never talk about?” Harry continued.

The House-Elf shook its head again, this time in bewilderment.

“Oh well,” Harry said as he prepared to change. He glanced down at the House-Elf and cleared his throat. “I don’t need anything else.”

The house-elf bowed and disappeared with a small pop, which caused Harry’s eyes to widen with surprise.

“The ugly little thing knows how to teleport.” He murmured in surprise as he dressed himself.

Just as Harry had finished dressing, the doors to the infirmary opened again and a bushy-haired girl that Harry vaguely remembered seeing walked in, glancing around and spotting Harry. She swallowed audibly and approached him, stopping by his bed.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” She said, a touch commandingly. “Professor Dumbledore told me to escort you around the castle.”

“Alright,” Harry said and stood up. “Hey, have you ever seen a House Elf before?”

Hermione nodded, clearly confused by the question.

“Ever noticed how ugly they look?”

Hermione’s mouth dropped and her eyes bulged dangerously, before she sniffed angrily and whirled from the infirmary, opening the door with a bang and stalking from the infirmary. Harry eyed her retreating back, curious about her over-reaction to a simple question.

“Are you coming?” Hermione snapped angrily from down the hall.

Hermione was clearly still angry at Harry, though he didn’t know why, as she led him through the giant corridors of Hogwarts. Now that Harry wasn’t running for his life from Auror’s, he was able to take a closer look at the magical school of Earth. The walls were covered in portraits and paintings of people and events long past, but magic had somehow animated them. Some of them even had a semblance of intelligence, calling out greetings to the witch in front of him. There were also giant suits of armour that stood at every single corner that he had seen so far.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked, easily meeting the witch’s angry pace.

“Transfiguration. I’m late, thanks to you.” Hermione responded curtly.

“You didn’t have to show me around,” Harry remarked as they turned another corner.

Hermione glanced at him, annoyance and a touch of arrogance on her face. “Because Professor Dumbledore asked me!”

“So? You could have said no?” Harry answered.

“Say no to Albus Dumbledore?” Hermione asked in disbelief, stopping before a door and turning to face Harry. “Nobody says no to Dumbledore.”

“Why not?” Harry asked her in surprise.

“Because he’s the most powerful wizard in the world!” She hissed, before opening the door. She stopped however, when Harry clamped down a hand on her arm.

“He may be the most powerful wizard in this world,” Harry said quietly. “But I’m the most powerful wizard in this galaxy. Just remember that.”

He walked forward, leaving a flabbergasted witch behind him and entered a classroom. A tall stern looking witch looked up, her lips pressed together.

“Who are you?” She asked crisply, before spotting Hermione. “Ah, Ms Granger, You’re late.”

“I’m sorry Professor McGonagall.” Hermione said apologetically. “Professor Dumbledore asked me to escort him to my classes. He is supposed to be sitting in.”

“Ah, yes. Mr. Potter.” McGonagall murmured amongst the whisperings. “Welcome back.”

“Um…thanks?” Harry offered, glancing around at the kids sitting down.

“If you would just sit down at one of the empty desks,” McGonagall said, gesturing at one of the empty chairs. Harry took a seat and McGonagall began lecturing.

“Now, transfiguring an animated object into another animated object is one of the hardest forms of transfiguration there is. It requires a subtle touch and…”

Blue Thunder observed the magnificent castle in front of him, his wand in his hands. He ducked down behind a clump of trees and swished his wand again, muttering a very delicate charm. Slowly, no more than two centimeters away from him, the air shimmered as a small section of the air suddenly became alight with a whirlwind of glowing colours. He eyed them carefully, jabbing his wand at a few of the thinner strands, before he growled in frustration and swiped his wand. The colours shimmered and disappeared and he sat down heavily on the grass. The wards around Hogwarts were almost impenetrable and they were beyond his skill to bypass without detection. The secret passages in and out of the school were also heavily warded and it seemed that Potter was safe, for the moment. No, there was only one way into the school. He would need to get some inside help. He smiled in anticipation and fingered a sack of gold at his waist. But who would be swayed by a bag of gold to defy Albus Dumbledore right under his crooked nose?

Harry watched with a surprised face as the students around him started to transform their mice into cats, flicking their wands in a series of sharp movements. Some of them were getting on track slowly, but one of them had turned his mice into some sort of plant while another had turned hers purple. Still, Harry wasn’t so distracted that he didn’t notice the looks he was receiving. Hermione may have been ignoring him, but a various students were throwing him looks while a slick blonde-haired boy with pale skin was eying him with something akin to disgust.

“So, Mr Potter,” McGonagall said. “What do you think? I understand that you have delved into some magical studies yourself, but is it anything resembling Transfiguration?”

“Actually, no.” Harry admitted. “My magic is more….well, the way I channel it…let’s just say that my magic is a Ha’tak to your Tel’tak.”

“Excuse me?” McGonagall said in confusion. “A Hatek to a what?”

“A Ha’tak,” Harry corrected. “It’s a Goa’uld Mothership with large plasma turrets. A Tel’tak is a cargo ship that can cloak itself. You see, Mothership….powerful weapons…represents power. Tel’tak…cloaks itself…stealth, it’s subtle….I was….just a metaphor…oh, never mind. I thought it made perfect sense.”

McGonagall was silent for a second or so, her brow furrowed, before she placed a white mouse on his desk. “I understand that you are able to wield magic without a wand. Would you like to try today’s exercise?”

“I can tell you right now that if I try this, the mouse will implode.” Harry remarked bluntly. “Like I said, Ha’tak to your Tel’tak.”

“I see.” McGonagall said slowly and with a swipe of her wand, the mouse disappeared into thin air. Harry blinked and glanced at the professor.

“What was that? What you just did to the mouse?”

“That is called Vanishing.” She informed him. Noticing the interested look on his face, she made an offer. “Would you like me to show you how to do that?”

Harry smiled.

A loud chime indicated the end of this class and the start of a new one. Harry hopped from his seat and followed Hermione from the room. She was accompanied by a red-haired boy who Harry remembered from his last visit to this place. The said boy was eying Harry with a look of recognition as well.

“I remember you,” he exclaimed. “You’re Harry Potter!”

“If you say so,” Harry said with a shrug.

Hermione huffed at them both impatiently. “Hurry up Ron! We’re going to miss Potions!”

“Alright, alright.” Ron muttered as she stalked away. “She seems angry at something.”

“She got all huffy when I told her that House elves were ugly.” Harry told him.

Ron winced. “Ouch. You really shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s the truth.” Harry said. “Besides, what does she care?” He paused, a suddenly suspicion coming to mind. “Um…she doesn’t have…romantic inclinations towards them, does she?”

“Huh?” Ron asked.

“Never mind, just take me to wherever you’re going.” Harry sighed.

The next class was in the dungeons of the castle, a place that Harry had become rather familiar with last time. Inside the room, cauldrons had been set up underneath small fires, each bubbling with noxious looking fumes. Students were muttering to each other softly when Harry entered with Ron but they stopped as he gazed around, looking for an empty chair, while Ron went off to sit next to Hermione. Harry found a seat next to the pale blonde boy who had been eyeing him in the previous class and moved over to sit down, when the boy placed his books on the chair and smirked at him.

“Sorry Potter,” he said insincerely. “This seat’s taken.”

Harry eyed him for a second, before he summoned his magic and hurled the books from the chair and onto the wall. They smashed on the stone wall with a loud thump and suddenly the class fell silent as Harry casually sat down, ignoring the blondes splutters. He placed his feet on the table and his hands behind his head as he eyed the blonde, waiting with a sense of something similar to brutality. Let the little boy try something. Harry would relish the opportunity to wipe the arrogant smirk of that ugly face.

“I guess it isn’t taken anymore, is it?” He remarked light-heartedly.

The boy jumped up, his hands diving into his robes, most likely for his wand, just as the door slammed open and a sallow-faced greasy haired man stalked through. His piercing eyes immediately fell onto Malfoy, who quickly sat down, and something like a smirk came onto his face as he advanced to the front of the room. He spotted Harry lounging in the chair. His face turned pale and his eyes glittered menacingly as his mouth twisted up, as if he had just eaten something revolting.

“Potter!” he hissed. The class was absolutely quiet as Harry stared back at the man, unimpressed by the hatred he seemed to be on the end of.

“I never get your name,” Harry remarked quietly. “You know, in the midst of breaking your bones at all.”

The man flinched at the reminder of the beating he had suffered and growled deep in his throat. “It is Professor Snape to you!”

“So Snape, what do you teach?” Harry asked.

“Potions,” The man growled out. “I was told you would be accompanying the students to various classes. Keep your mouth shut, your hands to yourself and get those feet off the desk!”

Harry cocked and eyebrow and gave the man a grin that he hoped looked cheeky as he casually removed one foot of the table, taking his time to casually stretch out his arms and crick his neck before moving the other one. Snape’s face twisted in rage but suddenly it smoothed over and he whirled around, barking orders at the class.

“We’re continuing our work on the Polyjuice Potion. Begin!” He snapped angrily.

As student’s bustled furtively around him, Harry raised his hand, a small smile on his face.

“Professor, oh Professor?” Harry said mockingly. “What’s the Follypuce Potion do?”

“That’s Polyjuice Potion, you dunderhead.” Snape retorted. “And thought I doubt you will comprehend the sheer delicacy of the concoction, it allows a person to temporarily change their outward features to match that of another person.”

“Sounds useful.” Harry commented.

“Indeed. Are there any more questions you would like answered?” Snape asked sardonically.

“Actually, there is one.” Harry remarked. “What exactly is a “dunderhead”?”

“You!” The blonde boy next to Harry snickered loudly.

“You know, I get the feeling that you don’t like me.” Harry said just as loudly, swiveling around to face the blonde boy. “Why is that?”

“Because you’re one of those alien freaks!” The boy hissed back, his face flushing with rage. “You’re a dirty impure creature from outer space! You’re a freak, nothing more!”

Harry narrowed his eyes, and suddenly he struck, his hand slicing through the air and chopping down on the boys throat. The boy gagged as he hands flew to his throat, his eyes bulging as he tried to suck in air. The room was still for several seconds, everybody seemed too surprised about the speed and viciousness of the attack. Harry leant forward and spoke quietly but forcefully, his words echoing in the now-silent room.

“It was ‘Alien Freaks’ like me that saved your planet and your miserable existence along with it. It was the ‘Alien’ Freaks like me fought and died to protect you and everybody you know. Don’t forget that.” He whispered coldly.

“Potter…you…” Snape started with rage, his wand suddenly flying into his hands.

Harry moved fluidly, jumping from his seat with his hands raised. A quick thought summoned an invisible wave of powerful mental energy and he launched it at Snape, who swung his wand in a long swish.

A glittering globe of silver surrounded Snape and the mental blasts slammed onto it. It shimmered and cackled madly as some of the kinetic energy slammed was deflected away; slamming onto the walls and shelves surrounded the classroom. Students ducked with cries of alarms planks of woods and vials fell to the ground as shelves ripped apart. Deep cracks were slashed into the walls as small pieces of stone and dust crumbled to the ground.

As soon as Snape shielded himself, he flicked his wand and sent a flash of silver streaking towards Harry, who summoned a shield of golden sparkling magic to surround him. The spell glanced off the shield, flickering out of existence in a shower of silver sparks.

“You’ve gone too far Potter! Not even Dumbledore can overlook this!” Snape hissed menacingly. Suddenly he stiffened as an overpowering smell of sulfur filled the room and turned around. One of the cauldrons at the front of the room was bubbling madly and broken vials lay on spilled on the ground around it. Snape never stood a chance as it exploded in a wave of grimy liquid, sending jets of smelly potion flying through the air. The Potions Professor was thrown away by the blast of the force, twisting through the air as he slammed into the wall. Harry took a startled step backwards and let his power flow through him. Suddenly the potion blast slowed down, the oily mass of liquid coming to a halt. Individual droplets froze during midair and the large mass of steaming liquid hung in the air motionless, ignoring the laws of gravity in favour of Harry’s will and strength in telekinetic power.

Students peeked form behind their desks as the liquid slowly hovered back towards the cauldron, before an invisible force squeezed it together, acting much like a funnel, and let it fall back into the cauldron. Harry released his power and opened his eyes.

“It’s great to have my magic back,” He muttered, just as the door slammed open. Madame Promfrey and Albus Dumbledore ran into the room, concerned looks on their faces as they entered. As Promfrey immediately moved over towards Snape, Dumbledore turned to stare at Harry, his eyebrows raised.

“Would you accept am…’Oops’?” Harry offered half-heartedly.

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