[recs] Harry Potter/Stargate Ficcing
Some wonderful, anonymous person has been slowly writting me Harry Potter/Stargate fic ever since the Valentine's Day Love Meme. It's so great! It's Harry/Luna, and Ron/Hermione, and Ginny's their semi-grouchy mechanic! She knows Muggle technology, which is so adorable. (Me and my daddy's girl thing love that
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She was Elizabeth Weir, they learned, and the leader of this expedition. She did not appreciate surprises, especially when they came in the form of five odd civilians. She and Caldwell removed to a corner to talk and the guards remained behind.
The shorter of the two caught Luna's comment and asked, "What do you think we should do with you?"
"Give us a tour," Luna answered without hesitation. "We know where we are. This is Atlantis."
"Caldwell tell you that?" asked the taller of the two. His hair was nearly as messy as Harry's.
"No," Ron replied. "We recognized the city."
"We have books," Hermione explained.
"And stories," Luna added. "Legends."
This series of comments got a strong reaction. The taller man turned toward them. "Explain." His face was hard. Luna glanced over to Harry and he looked back at Ron. Ron sighed and shook his wand down his sleeve to his wrist.
"What is--"
"Accio!" Ron pointed his wand toward the guard and summoned the sunglasses off his face.
"What did you just do?"
"Magic." The answer came from Elizabeth Weir. She and Caldwell had finished their conversation, but no one, due to Ron's little demonstration, had noticed their approach. "They claim to be witches and wizards from England, John."
"Magic," John repeated in a flat tone. "Do something else."
Luna pulled her wand from her hair and waved it through the air. Flowers spurted out of the tip of John's gun. She smiled. "Daisies are so lovely. Don't you agree?"
John pulled the flowers from the tip of his gun, surprised when the stems had roots attached. Elizabeth and the other guard were clearly stifling smiles.
"Very lovely," Elizabeth said. "John, why don't you show our visitors to the guest room. Major Lorne and Ronon can keep them company while we discuss. Please be in the conference room in 15 minutes."
"Will do." He looked back at Luna, Ron, and the others and gestured to the others. "This way, please."
"Can you really see the sea from every living space window?" Luna asked, breaking the silence in the window. "I always wanted to live by the ocean."
"Do you have more 'jumpers'?" Ginny asked. She trailed her fingers down the wall, interested in the almost seamless blending between the supporting walls and the technology.
John did not answer. He tapped his ear. "Ronon? Yes. Could you meet me at VIP suite? Yes, that room. Oh, and bring Teyla if you see her. We have company."
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Note: I have read HBP. This will adhere to that canon as much as possible, with some obvious differences. The major 'what if' for this AU is really 'what if Ginny left England after the battle'? Harry's weak hold on magic will gain an explanation that follows canon as much as possible as well. Expect really spread out bits for a while. I'm in process of moving and that is taking up a lot of time.
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Thank you again for writing this and continuing to post it! I love every piece of it.
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Of course I like it! It's a well-done crossover with two of my favorite series! :)
And, dude. You're writing me fanfic. Like you need to apologize for a horrible posting schedule? *hugs*
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His musings were cut short when, with a sudden shove, the red-haired girl broke away from the group and marched across the room. Lorne could hear Ronon shift for his gun, just in case. The girl stopped short of them, her hands planted on her hips.
"Are you going to kill us or imprison us for life? Are you threatened by our magic? Do you wish to cut us open and study us?" She seemed to be mentally ticking off a list.
"Ginny!" The red-haired boy called out, his voice odd. Ginny shot a look over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"We can argue over what they may or may not do or we can just ask." She turned back around. "So?"
Teyla looked concerned. "Are such behaviors common with your people?"
"In the past," Ginny said, "such things did occur. They might still. I think, however, that any Muggle capable of finding Atlantis is also capable of accepting the reality of magic and won't need to tear apart those who use it."
Lorne held up his hands. "I can't give you any answers. I will say, however, that we are unlikely to cut you up or kill you-- though McKay might be tempted."
The others of Ginny's group had gathered around her. The tall boy clearly wished to be back on his side of the room, but the dark-haired girl held him in place. "Who is McKay?" Ginny asked.
Lorne hesitated and then answered, "Our chief scientist."
The blonde's eyes widened, almost as though frightened, and she asked, "Is-- Can we ward him off with lemon juice?" The dark haired boy groaned.
"Luna...."
Lorne gaped at her. "Yes," he said slowly and Luna sighed, relieved.
"Really?" the boy who had groaned asked, his tone was a study in disbelief.
"We still have some lemon juice, don't we, Harry?" Luna asked.
Harry nodded. "He isn't actually dangerous, though, Luna." Harry did not sound confident and looked toward Lorne, Ronon, and Teyla for confirmation.
"He just talks a lot," Ronon answered. "You can ignore him."
Lorne shook his head, amused at the image of telling John about this conversation and then looked to Harry. "So you're Harry?" Harry nodded. "Luna. Ginny." Lorne pointed to the two girls in turn.
"Hermione," the dark-haired girl provided. "And this is Ron."
"We are happy to meet you," Teyla said. "My name is Teyla. How exactly did you find your way to this city?"
"It was an accident."
"We flew." Ginny smiled and seemed to be waiting for another question. Lorne obliged her.
"How?" Immediately Ginny launched into an explanation of the jumpers, how they had found and rebuilt one. Lorne listened and tried to understand as much as possible. The others drifted. Luna was dabbing something on the walls. These people were clearly insane, but they were here in Atlantis and--
He remembered the glasses flying off John's face. Something had done that. Maybe magic. If space vampires were real, then why not? Lorne doubled his concentration and listened to Ginny.
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"Rodney," Elizabeth chided.
"Oh, don't tell me you're buying this," he said. "They probably just have some strange technology that seems like magic because some people have the inability to understand it." He looked pointedly at Caldwell.
"The tall one--
"Ron Weasley," Caldwell said.
"--Fine. Ron pulled the glasses right off my face," John said.
"Your old girlfriend turned into a giant hand of energy and swatted Wraith out of the sky," Rodney replied, unconvinced.
"Are you suggesting these strangers might be ancients?" Elizabeth asked, leaning forward.
"I'm not saying anything until I meet them," Rodney said, calming. "I'm just saying that they are most certainly not 'magical'."
Caldwell shrugged and sat back in his seat. "Perhaps we should invite them up for a demonstration?"
"Or," John said, "We could go down to them. The less they see of Atlantis the better, I think."
"Agreed," Elizabeth said and she stood. "Gentlemen, Dr. Keller, shall we go greet our guests?"
Those gathered around the conference table stood, gathered their things and followed Elizabeth and John down to the guest room. Caldwell followed behind the group, a smirk playing over his lips. He couldn't wait to see what sort of explanations McKay came up with once he saw the 'tourists.'
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"Is that lemons?" Rodney sniffed the air as he entered the room. He unfolded his laptop and pulled up a program.
Lorne raised an eyebrow to Luna and nodded slightly at her unspoken question.
"Yes," Teyla answered as she and Ronon joined John by the door. "Apparently our guests have heard of scientists and one was taught the best way to ward them off was with lemons."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Need I remind you people just how serious--"
"We got it, Rodney," John said, rolling his eyes. Harry and the others sat down together on the edge of the bed. Each was holding their wand across their lap. Even only knowing the five for a short time, Lorne knew they were ready for trouble. Dr. Keller sat by Rodney and began making notes.
Elizabeth smiled. "I hope you have been comfortable."
"We are fine," Harry answered. When he did not offer more, Elizabeth's expression changed slightly, a half lift of her brow.
Rodney pulled a small device from a pocket and clicked it on. He frowned and typed at his laptop.
Elizabeth continued. "Colonel Caldwell has been telling us some rather fantastic tales--"
"We're wizards," Harry interrupted.
"Yes, but--"
"Would you like a demonstration?" Luna asked with a smile. "Avis!" Small birds in all colors flew from her wand. One landed on Lorne's head, another on Rodney's laptop.
"Rodney?" Elizabeth ask, her tone still light, but demanding explanation.
"Based on what I can gather now, they aren't Ancients. A full medical exam might help..." his voice trailed off as he finally noticed the bird in front of him. The bird cocked its head, sang a low note, and then disappeared in a shudder of smoke. "How?" he asked before he could check himself.
"Magic," Luna said.
"I understand this must sound farfetched," Hermione said, "but we are exactly what we claim to be. Can you contact everyone in your city at once? Good. Ask if anyone has heard of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, or Harry Potter. Have them come here. They can verify our story."
Elizabeth glanced to John. "Very well." And then tapped her earpiece and asked Chuck to place her on city wide. "Would anyone who has ever heard of Hogwarts, Beau--"
"Beauxbatons."
"--Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, or Harry Potter please report to residential quarters A-12, the guest room, immediately? We have an urgent issue to consult with you."
"Thank you."
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Hrm. So how are you going to reconcile the Harry/Ginny epilogue with Harry proposing to Luna? Because Harry and Luna are adorable here.
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When Luna goes on her great expedition for mythical creatures, Harry goes with her. He wants a quiet life now, but people in England expect too much from him. He wants to yell at them that he's done his part, but can't. So Luna pulls him away from that, away from heartbreak, and gives him something else to focus on. And the relationship grows.
Ginny gave Harry happy oblivion, with her he could forget (which is, imo, why he stayed in England in canon. When the pressures mounted, she could pull him to her and he'd lose himself in her sunny days). Luna gives Harry escape and strength. *shrugs* Or something to that effect.
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Would anyone who has heard of Hogwarts, Beau-- Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, or Harry Potter, please report to residential quarters A-12--
She said more, but Eva had stopped listening. Dr. Weir hadn't mentioned her own school, but that did not matter. The life Eva had left behind at 17 was back. She waited several minutes until the announcement ended and then left quietly; she did not wish to be questioned upon her return. She did not wish to be studied, to be the source for her colleagues' introduction into the cultural milieu of the wizarding world.
When she reached the guest quarters, she was surprised to see others waiting. She recognized only Allison Crown from her frequent visits to the gym. They sparred together occasionally and she could tell Allison was surprised to see her.
"I went to the Skull Cave school up on Mackinac," Allison confided when Eva reached her. Eva nodded; the school had a good quodpot team.
"Saint Cyrpain's," Eva said. "It's a small school," she said when Allison shook her head.
The guest room door opened and John opened the door.
"This way," he said, leading them to a room down the hall. "Questions here first."
"What going on?" A scientist Eva did not know asked. The Colonel did not answer.
Elizabeth already waited in the room.
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"To start off, what exactly is Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Harry Potter?"
Eva and Allison exchanged a glance.
"Uh, ma'am, if you don't know that, then I don't think we should answer," a marine replied. "Sorry, ma'am."
"Wilson, answer Dr. Weir," John prompted. Wilson glanced down the row of the others and then back at John.
"Colonel--"
"Wilson." John's voice was tight and warning.
"Schools, ma'am," Wilson answered, his shoulders slumping slightly. "And a rather important person for the Brits and, well, everyone, I guess."
Elizabeth nodded slightly, seemingly unsurprised by this answer. "And what do these schools teach?"
"Magic, ma'am," Wilson answered without prompting. Eva watched Elizabeth's reaction carefully, but she did not betray any shock. What exactly had prompted these questions anyway, Eva wondered, and before she could stop herself, she asked.
"Excuse me, Dr. Weir, but why are you asking us this now? Is there some doubt to our integrity or abilities?"
Elizabeth shook her head. "No, nothing like that, Dr. Esposito. I simply wished to confirm the existence of this magic. What can you tell me of Harry Potter? What is your opinion of him?"
"I have only heard of him," Eva replied. "Anyone connected to the Wizarding World has."
"Why?" Elizabeth persisted.
"He saved the world," the doctor Eva didn't know replied.
"Excuse me?"
"A dark wizard was taking over England. You heard the reports of the odd mist, didn't you? The mist that made everyone feel miserable? He, the dark wizard, caused that. Harry Potter defeated him. Had he not, the wizard would have killed everyone like you and me, us Muggles, and anyone who did not have magical parentage."
Now Elizabeth looked surprised, disbelieving even.
"It's true, ma'am" Allison said. "Voldemort, that was the evil one, hated anyone who wasn't a pureblood. It isn't easy to explain."
"You mean to tell me there was a war on Earth that no one ever knew about?" Elizabeth asked.
"Classified, ma'am," Wilson said. "All magic is."
"Which is why," Eva said, returning to her original thought, "we're curious; why are you asking about this?"
Elizabeth once again ignored her question. "Do you consider Harry Potter and anyone with him to be trustworthy? Have any of you met him?"
"Yes," the doctor said. "My brother attended Hogwarts with him. He was not friendly with Harry Potter, but did say that he was talented and seemed to care deeply for his friends."
Elizabeth nodded. "Very well. Now, what I am about to reveal to you must remain strictly confidential." They nodded. "If I discover anyone has told--"
"We'll keep mum," said the doctor whose name Eva still couldn't recall and it was really driving her mad now. Schneider? Schmidt? Smith? Surely it wasn't something so--
"What?" Eva asked; Elizabeth's words only then penetrating her thoughts.
Elizabeth repeated herself. "Harry Potter is here, in Atlantis, and he has brought friends." She paused. "Is space travel normal among wizards?"
"No, ma'am. How did they get here?"
Elizabeth spread her hands. "By accident it seems. Thank you very much for your cooperation. You may return to your stations and quarters now."
Eva left quickly. Behind her she could hear others asking about seeing Potter, but she did not have time just then. She had been saving possible references to wizardry in the archives since her first day and now seemed the perfect time to review her notes.
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Fred's hand still hung at the bottom of the dial; she couldn't remove it yet. The rest of her babies, except for Bill who had his own house now, were at home, safe and sleeping. She had hoped for such times throughout the war, but now--
George remained in his room, ostensibly working. True, he and Fred had often remained locked away for days working on some brilliant trick or another, but they had at least been together. She worried about George working alone.
Ron seemed happy, but he was often gone until very late. Molly had an idea where he might be though and that made her glad, though he better not be doing anything that might get him or Hermione in trouble.
Percy also warmed her heart. He claimed he was not going to go back to the Ministry, but he didn't seem to have any other plans either.
Ginny moped all day. She and Harry were still together, Molly thought, but Ginny had certainly cooled recently and poor Harry seemed troubled about something. Ginny seemed more restless than usual as well and often took long walks by herself at all hours.
And then there was Charlie. Molly sat down her knitting and wiped her eyes with her knuckles. No one knew what had happened. He was fine one day, ill the next, and unable to control magic on the third. The healers hoped he would be an isolated case, but no one was for sure. He spent his time upstairs in a specially charmed room and talking about everything he'd do when he got back to work. She wished he would stop.
The clock chimed and Arthur's hand slid toward waking. Molly folded her knitting aside and rose to go make breakfast.
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Harry is one of the last affected. Charlie is one of the first. And if this contradicts anything I've already said, my apologies.
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This whole thing is still awesome. And the Wormhole X-Treme references and Rodney's snark? Is totally priceless!
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"Guard's still here," Ron said as he stepped away from the door. "Probably listening. Told you this was a bad idea."
"And what else exactly were we supposed to do?" Ginny asked. "They'd have a guard on us no matter what he had said."
"She's right, Ron," Harry said, moving away from the window.
Ginny sat back down by Luna, obviously still agitated. Ron could hear her ranting about how the divide between Muggle and Magical technology was actually causing both to fall behind their potential. "Can you even imagine the things we made?" Ginny asked.
Ron didn't want to imagine. He had liked the world better back when he and Hermione were buying their first house, settling in, and, even, leaving adventure behind them. How did they even know that time passed the same in this place? He remembered one episode Hermione's dad had shown him in which--
Ron stopped. He looked at the walls of their room and tried to imagine them as less majestic and more... hurried, tacky, cheap-- "No, bloody way," he said, but now that the idea was stuck he couldn't imagine how he hadn't seen it before. He began to smile, but then he remembered the bad guys.
Ron opened the door. "Get your leader or that Sheppard guy or Lorne or someone down here now."
"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione asked. Ron shook his head.
"I'm crazy. I have to be."
Luna glanced up from her conversation with Ginny. "I doubt that," she said. "You look rather certain to me."
Ron gave her pained look. "Trust me," he said. "You want me to be crazy."
Hermione and Harry tried to get Ron to explain, but he refused. He wanted confirmation first.
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"What do you mean?" Teyla asked, fueling Rodney's rant.
"Wormhole Xtreme's sequel. A thankfully short-lived television program."
"The box," Ronon said as though that explained everything.
"What is on this program?" Teyla asked.
"Everything!" Rodney flung his hand out, nearly throwing a small square of meat into Ronon's hair. "The SGC authorized the show for plausibility deniability or some rot. Complete waste of resources if you ask me. Anyway, one of our 'magical' guests has seen the show and so knows about the Wraith and basically everything else to some degree. He actually asked me if I was the basis for Dr. McCoy!"
Doctor McCoy? Ronon mouthed to Teyla. She shook her head and hid a smile from Rodney. "How did they respond to the news about the Wraith?" she asked.
Rodney laughed drily. "You'll never believe it," he said. "They want to help. Honestly, what do they think they could possibly do that we haven't already done?"
"Use magic?" Ronon asked.
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Right. And then rainbows will come down and recharge our ZPMs at which point we will fly through the galaxy leaving sunshine and roses in our wake." Rodney shoved another bite of food into his mouth and Teyla turned the conversation toward their upcoming mission.
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