The General Said I Would Have Days Like This - Ch 11
Title: Please Let Me Kill Them
Author: Lady FoxFire
Pairing(s): Jack/Harry
Rating: M
Warning: Slash
Category(s): Crossover
Summary: Stargate SG-1/Harry Potter - Sometime in life you have to do the one thing you absolutely dread to get the one thing you absolutely need or want, so you can do the one thing you have to do. And sometime people get sucked in to it. Post Hogwarts, Slash
Disclaimer: Willy E. Coyote walked on stage. He stops in the middle of the stage and looked out upon the audience. He suddenly holds up a sign that says 'The author of this fic', the sign spun around to reveal 'does not own'. The sign spun again. 'The Harry Potter series.' It spun once again. "Or." The sign spun "The Stargate SG-1 series." The sign spun once more and then in tiny print it say, 'Nor does the author make any money off of this story." The sign in Willy's hand disappears just as it had appeared. Suddenly a high pitched whistle filled the air as a shadow suddenly cover the coyote. Willy looked up to see a 20-ton anvil heading for him. Willy looked at the audience once again and held up a sign, 'Why me?'
Bad Author Notes: Ok first off let me apologize for not update for a while. I actual had this chapter done for a while and sitting for a month on my computer after my editor sent it back to me. It's just that real life had been sucking everything out of me. Some days I can write, some days I peek at the keyboard and then other days I just give up. I'm hoping I can snap out of this soon or I swear I'll go nuts.
One fact that General Hammond could attest to as he reviewed and signed off on another supply request was that the amount of paperwork one had to fill out increased exponentially to one's rank.
As he dropped the signed request form into his outbox, he paused at the sound of a muffled voice nearby. Rising from his chair, Hammond walked to his office door and opened it.
"Sir?" Hammond's assistant asked as he looked up from his paper.
Hammond looked around the empty room then back at his office. With a shake of his head, he said, "It's nothing. Just tired." And with that Hammond closed his office door once again.
Sitting at this desk once again, Hammond started to read the next form only to pause when the muffled voice returned. With narrowed eyes and furrowed brow Hammond looked around his office for the source of the sound.
It didn't take long for General Hammond to locate the source of the voice, the middle drawer on the left hand side of his desk. He had put the small mirror Harry Potter had give him the day before there.
Opening the drawer, Hammond pulled the mirror out and found he was looking at Dr Jackson’s image instead of his own.
"Dr Jackson?" General Hammond propped the mirror up against a stack of paper.
"Good afternoon, sir or I guess in your case it's good morning," Daniel Jackson said nervously.
"Is everything alright?" Hammond tried to stress the fact that he wanted to know if Dr Jackson could speak safely without fear for himself or the other members of SGC.
Daniel nodded his head. "Everything’s alright, sir, well not exactly… Sir are you some place where no one can overhear us?"
Hammond blinked in surprise that Jackson was concerned that he might not be able to talk freely. "I'm in my office. Alone."
Daniel licked his lips nervously. "Well… I have some good news and some not so good news."
"Son," Hammond said warningly.
Daniel smiled weakly. "Right. The good news is that there is more than one intelligent species on Earth. We were able to meet a race that known by the locals as Goblins. They seem to be a very honorable warrior race that is currently living in peace with this secret society. From what I understand they do business with the rest of the world through the use of human employees. Interesting enough they're in the banking industry but they're not bankers. The term banker is actually an insult to them. And they consider being called evil a compliment."
Hammond blinked a couple times as he tried to sort out the information that Dr Jackson was spouting at him. "I'll expect a report on that when you return," Hammond stated as usual when the things that Dr Jackson and Major Carter were saying became more than he could understand at the moment.
"Of course, sir," Daniel replied happily. "I'm hoping that the Goblin Nation will allow someone to visit their cities and learn about their race."
Hammond nodded his head. "I'll take that into consideration, Dr Jackson."
"Right," Daniel said with a smile. "In addition it turns out that Harry has a number of texts in the Ancient language. Harry's already promised me that I could borrow some. It's also possible that he has some of the Ancient technology in his vault, which the Goblins are guarding. It seem that his ancestors were collectors of dangerous items."
Daniel seemed to vibrate with excitement, not letting the General get a word in edgewise. "Warrior Bloodblade, Harry's account manager, said that the Goblin Nation has been collecting Egyptian artifacts for centuries. He thinks I might be allowed to view some of their smaller pieces when I visit Harry's vault."
Hammond opened his mouth once again to make a comment but Daniel said excitedly, "From what I've been told there are a series of wizard’s tombs that the rest of the world has no knowledge of and these are the ones that the Goblins and Potter line have been collecting the artifacts from."
"To what end?" Hammond asked as he considered the ramifications of Ancient technology in the hands of another government on Earth.
Daniel stared at the General in surprise. "I… I'm assuming to protect them," he said thoughtfully. "Perhaps they have some knowledge of the Gou'alds and wish to make sure they never arise again. I wonder if Bloodblade could arrange for me to meet a Goblin historian or perhaps their Egyptologists?"
General Hammond sighed realizing he needed to get Dr Jackson back to the more important matter of Colonel O'Neill. "Dr Jackson," he said before the younger man could become lost once again in his thoughts. "What about Colonel O'Neill? Was the bond successful? Is the Colonel alright?"
Daniel blinked owlishly a couple of times. "Well," he said as he licked his lips nervously, "the bonding was a success but there was a few side effects."
"What kind of side effects," Hammond growled.
"From the way Sirius and Remus explained it," Daniel said, "because Jack was older than Harry and Harry was not as healthy as he should have been; the magic of the bond… made some adjustments."
"What kind of adjustments?" Hammond snarled as he glared at the young man.
"Ahhh… well Harry is now how he should have been if he hadn't been starved and abused as a child. And Jack… ah looks like he's in his mid-twenties," Daniel explained. "The good news is that Jack said his knees don't hurt anymore."
Hammond closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And is this change permanent?"
Daniel nodded his head. "Since wizards live a long time it seems as if magic makes adjustments when there is a huge age difference between soul mates so that they can have a life time together."
Hammond exhaled slowly. "What else do you have to report Dr Jackson."
"Umm… I told you about the goblins," Daniel started going back over the things he’d already mentioned "About the Potter's library and vault," Daniel’s gaze was no longer fixed on the General so he assumed the linguist was counting things off on his fingers or checking a list to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. "Luna says that Sam is under a Black Widow spell and that why Sam has such bad luck with men but she claims to be able to break the spell… Jack might be a squib. They're going to have him tested just in case the American wizard community missed him as a child."
Daniel looked back up at the General, "Luna knew about the Stargate and that Teal'c is an alien. And the Asguard owe Luna a bar tab from when one of her ancestors ran a bar. Seems as if they liked to drink there." Daniel took a deep breath and said quickly. "Jack’s expecting and we're going to see if the Goblin Nation can ward the mountain so that no one can get in or out without us knowing about it."
Daniel again looked away from the General, "And Archiater Greldrick who's a Goblin healer was interested in seeing if she could learn how we heal people. Since we're used to the unusual I suggested we might ask Janet if she might be willing to let her at least look at the infirmary."
General Hammond slowly replayed the rapid genius speak in his mind. "The Asguard owe one of Potter's friends money?"
Daniel smiled. "Yes sir. It seems they liked the local drink and had an account with Luna's ancestor and they never paid up. She asked if we see Thor if we could pass on the word that the bill is still due and it's collecting interest."
Hammond shook his head with dread at the idea of telling one of their trusted allies they have a bill due. "Do we know how much it is?"
Daniel shook his head. "She didn't know exactly how much it was but she was going to ask the Goblins since they're been keep track for her family."
Hammond sighed wearily as he rubbed his forehead as if to ward off a headache, his head slightly bowed. Suddenly he stopped and raised his head so that he could look directly at Daniel. "Did you say Colonel O'Neill was expecting," his narrowed eyes watched the young man carefully. "What exactly is the Colonel expecting?"
Daniel opened his mouth. Closed it. Open. Closed. "Well," he replied reluctantly drawing the word out.
"Dr Jackson," Hammond barked.
"It turns out that wizards… both males and females can conceive. And since Jack bonded with Harry and they share his magic…" Daniel’s voice trailed off.
General Hammond closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead as if to ward off the upcoming headache that was sure to follow. "Was that everything Dr Jackson or did you forget to mention anything?"
"No, sir," Daniel replied, "That’s everything."
Hammond opened his eyes and told Dr Jackson sternly. "I want a full report on my test at 0800, Dr Jackson."
Daniel blinked in shock. "But we're in England. How are we to get it there?"
"I'm sure that Mr. Potter will be able to help you with that, Dr Jackson." Hammond replied. "Dismissed."
Hammond grabbed the mirror from its resting place on his desk as Dr Jackson watched from his own mirror in shock and placed it back into the desk drawer. Closing the drawer, Hammond opened another drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tums.
Hammond opened the bottle and looked inside of it, counting the amount inside before shaking out 2 Tums. After eating the antacids Hammond pressed a button on the intercom.
"Yes, sir?" and voice replied from the intercom.
"Davison," he said pitching his voice so that the intercom would pick it up, "Please remind me to order more antacids."
~*~
Daniel walked into the library where his team had congregated along with Harry Potter's family and friends
Finding the Colonel reading a book on male pregnancy, which Archiater Greldrick had strongly recommend that he read, Daniel sat down across from Jack.
"Daniel," Jack greeted him without looking up.
"Jack," Daniel said in reply.
Jack turned a page of the book. "How was your talk with the General?"
"Fine. It was fine," Daniel picked up an old fashion fountain pen and toyed with it.
Jack placed a bookmark on the page he was reading and closed the book. Raising his head, Jack looked at his friend with an almost Buddha like expression before saying "Tried to slip it past him, huh?"
"No," Daniel said defensively only to wilt under O'Neill's gaze. "Maybe."
"Daniel. Daniel. Daniel when will you ever learn?" Jack shook his head sadly.
"That’s it's impossible to slip past the General since he's a General?" Daniel suggested.
A thoughtful look came to O'Neill's face. "No I'm pretty sure that it’s not so much his being a General but more his having been a father and grandfather. Plus you have this little tell that shows up when you're trying to pull a fast one."
"Tell?" Daniel echoed.
"There this little spot on your left temple that you scratch when you're trying to avoid telling me something," Jack pointed out.
"I do not," Daniel replied in outrage.
Jack simply nodded his head while a smirk graced his lips.
"Were you able to contact General Hammond?" Harry asked as he grabbed a chair next to Jack and sat down.
"He did," Jack replied with a smirk.
Harry looked at Jack and then at Daniel. "Tried to slip it by him, huh?"
Daniel growled softly as he glared at the two men before him.
It was at that moment that the library doors slammed open. Immediately everyone jumped to their feet weapons and wands in hand. Harry had unconsciously placed himself between Jack and this new threat.
"Lucy! I'm home," called out one of the two red headed intruders.
"Please let me kill them!" Warrior Bloodblade begged as he glared at the twin intruders from where he stood with Remus, Sirius, Major Ferretti and Teal'c. "Please let me kill them!"
"You can't," Archiater Greldrick replied from her spot next to Major Carter. "They make a profit."
One of the twins looked at the other. "Can't you just feel the love, Gred?"
"Indeed I can Feorge. Indeed I can," The other twin replied. "Why Bloodblade is practically quivering with anticipation."
With a moan Harry sat down and buried his face in his hands. "Please stop tormenting Bloodblade and Rick," he begged.
"But Harry, it's through torment and pain," the twin called Gred started.
"That great art and pranks come," George finished.
"No," Bloodblade snarled. "Through torment and pain comes evisceration and death."
"Brother," Greldrick called out to her brother, "Evisceration and death are the end to all. Needles and exams are the true path of torment and pain." The Goblin healer then turned towards the twins, "Which reminds me, I believe you gentlemen are overdue for a checkup, are you not?"
The twins looked at each other and then at Bloodblade. "Isn't that cheating?" they asked as one pointing at Greldrick.
Bloodblade shrugged his shoulders. "She's a healer what do you expect? For them to play nice?"
"No," one twin said while the other said "but…"
"Fred. George. Please don't," Harry begged from where he sat at the table, holding his head.
"But Harry," they whined.
"No buts," Harry said as he raised his head from his hands. "You two do realized the only reason neither one of you have had an accident is because you're profitable."
"Did you hear that, Gred," Feorge said as he looked at his twin. "We're profitable."
Gred replied, "Does this mean they like us?"
Feorge nodded his head. "I believe do my dear brother. I believe so."
The twins then turned and looked at the goblins with an almost evil grin. "They like us!"
Bloodblade closed his eyes and sighed warily. "You are a very evil person, Harry Potter," he said.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Can you see a better way to encourage them to make a profit or new toys for me?"
"But torturing ones' allies is wrong," Bloodblade countered.
Harry snorted. "Tell that to your sister."
With a smirk Greldrick supplied, "Healers are exempt from that rule."
"So that’s why my dad wanted me to be a doctor instead of joining the Air Force," Lou commented to himself.
"Feorge?" Gred said as he looked at Lou.
"Yes Gred?" the brother replied.
"I do believe we're forgetting something."
"I do believe you're right.
"Lady Potter," they said as one before turning their attention of Major Carter. In a flash the twins were beside her, each of them holding one of hands.
"My dear charming lady, allow me to introduce myself, I am George Weasley," Gred said as he kissed the back of Carter's hand.
"And I, Lady Potter, am Fred Weasley," Feorge said as he mimicked his brothers actions.
"And she is not Lady Potter," Luna pronounced as she stepped into the room, a smoking goblet in her hands.
The twins looked at Luna then at Carter and then back at Luna once again.
"But how could she not be?" Gred demanded.
Feorge looked around. "There are no other ladies here beside you."
"And we all know your heart and soul belongs to Neville," Gred teased.
"Besides she's very beautiful like all the Potter women have been," Feorge stated as he looked over Carter with appraising eye.
"And intelligent," Gred chimed in. "Don't forget all the Potter's ladies have been blindingly intelligent."
"However she's not a red head," Feorge said as he turned towards this brother.
"That could be a problem," Gred said as he eyed Carter's blond hair. "After all how could someone be warned to expect a fiery tempter if not for the red hair."
"And that's one thing all of the Weasley men are experts on," Feorge added in.
Carter looked back and forth between the twins as the babbled back and forth not allowing anyone to get a word in edgewise. Finally in desperation she covered the brothers' mouth with her hands. "I am not Lady Potter," she declared as she looked each of the brothers in the eye.
Gred pull Carter's hand from his mouth. "But if you're not then who is?" he said before replacing her hand over his mouth.
"Why Jack is of course," Tic said as she thrust the smoking goblet at Carter. "You need to drink that before it warms up."
Carter eyes the goblet as she removed her hands from the twins. "What is that?"
"It the cure for Black Widow spell, of course," Luna replied.
"You should probably drink that," Gred said as he eyes the goblet with distrust. "I don't know what a Black Widow spell is…"
"But it sounds nasty," Feorge finished what his brother was saying. "So pinch your nose and chug it down. It can't be any worst the Skele-Gro."
Carter looked at the smoking goblet with suspicion.
"It's best to do as they say, Major," Potter chimed in from where he sat. "If Tic says you're cursed then you're cursed. Beside it's not like she's going to poison you…. Unless she doesn’t like you of course."
"I'll have you know that I've only tried to poison someone only a few dozen times or so," Luna stated. "Unfortunately I could never get it to work exactly right. They kept coming down with the runs at both ends."
"Ex-lax is not a poison," Harry sighed.
Luna cocked her head to the side. "But then why do they warn parents to watch out for their children taking it?"
"Because some human are stupid and believe it will make them prettier, child," Greldrick explained.
"Ohhhhh," Luna said in a very child like manner before turning to Major Carter and saying, "You really need to drink that now."
Carter took the goblet from Luna's hand and looked into the goblet. She then looked over at Colonel O'Neill. "Sir?"
Jack shrugged his shoulder. "Harry said it was safe."
"I did not. I said she won't poison someone she likes" Harry said in his defense.
The members of SGC stared at Harry in shock.
"You better drink that now Major, before it gets warm," Harry said sweetly as he ignored the stares.
Carter looked down at the goblet. She then took a deep breath and raised the goblet to her lips. In the same amount of time it takes to chug a beer, Carter finished the goblet. She stood there with a distasteful look on her face.
"Sweet Hannah," she gasped before hurrying over to a hug urn and started to purge her stomach into it.
"Harry?" Remus said as he watched the Major empty her stomach, "Isn't that Ming Dynasty urn?"
Harry nodded his head as Dr Jackson whimpered.
Carter raised her head, her complexion slightly green. "What was that?" she asked as she gulped air.
"The cure," Luna replied as she walked over and looked into the urn. "See spider bits."
Carter looked into the urn to see black spider bits floating in her vomit. "Sweet Hannah," she gasped before throwing up once again.
"So where is this Jack character?" Feorge asked as he turned his back on Carter while Gred cast an air freshener spell.
Jack slowly raised his hand.
The Twins stared at Jack as an evil grin slowly grew on their faces.
"Our almost brother has a husband and not a wife," Feorge said.
"Ginny will be so sad," Gred said with a pout.
"She's lost her Harry," Feorge added in as he made puppy eyes at Harry.
"Her meal ticket," Gred said
"Her source of wealth," Feorge said
"Of fame"
"Of fortune"
The twins turned and looked at each other. An almost demonic grin appeared on their faces. "Excellent!"
While the members of SGC look upon the Twins with confusion and some concern, those who were more familiar with the Twins fond tolerance.
"Do you think that he's been properly vetted yet?" Gred asked.
Feorge nodded his head before adding in, "After all just because he's Harry's soul mate doesn't mean he's a proper husband to our little Harrykins."
The Twins look at each other and as one said, "Of course not."
"I guess it's up to us," Feorge said.
"To once again to save the day," Gred finished.
And with that the Twins sprung on Jack and pulled him out of the chair. They then dragged their helpless victim toward a far corner of the library.
"Be careful with him," Greldrick called out, "he's with child."
The Twins stopped and looked back at Harry who simply shrugged his shoulders. With a nod of their heads the Twins continued on with their kidnapping of the Colonel.
"10 Galleons says that Harry has to rescue him in 10 minutes," Remus said.
Sirius scoffed at Remus' bet. "20 Galleons say that Harry won't have to rescue him at all."
"Umm… should we be concerned?" Lou asked as he watched the Twins as they talked to the Colonel.
"No," Bloodblade said. "No matter how much I despise them, they are honorable warriors."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at Bloodblade's choice of words.
"So who are they?" Lou asked as he continued to watch them.
"The Weasley twins," Remus answered. "Fred and George."
"Or as they say Feorge and Gred. They're own mother can't tell them apart," Sirius supplied.
Remus nodded his head. "They're also pranksters, so I would be careful about eating or touching anything the Twins offer you."
"Because of that no one takes them seriously," Sirius said. "Of course it's to our benefit since the Twins are scary but brilliant weapon designers."
"Weapons? Really? What types?"
~*~
The Twins released Jack once they reached the corner.
"So you're the new…" the twin on the left started to say then stopped realizing it didn’t fit. "Well he's not Lady Potter."
The twin on the right shook his head. "No he doesn't have red hair."
"Or the big knockers."
"We could give him a set."
Jack glared at them his arms crossed across his chest. "Lets not and say we did," he replied before the brothers could continue with this line of thought. "Now who exactly are you two?"
"Dear brother I think the poor chap might be hard of hearing," the twin on the left stated sadly.
The twin of the right nodded his head. "I'm afraid you might be right. After all how could have missed our grand entrance?"
"My name is Feorge. This is my brother Gred," the brother on the left shouted.
The brother who had been introduced as Gred hit Feorge on the arm. "No! I'm Feorge. You're Gred."
Feorge looked at his brother in confusion. "Are you sure?" he asked.
A thoughtful look appeared on Gred's face finally he shrugged his shoulder and said, "Pretty sure. I think. Then again maybe I'm Gred. You're Feorge."
By this time, the Twins had Jack shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Look," he said as his hand dropped away from his face as he looked at his current source of frustration. "Why don't I just call you Dingbat 1," Jack pointed at Gred and then at Feorge, "and Dingbat 2 instead?"
The twins looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"I guess that would be alright," Dingbat 1 answered.
Dingbat 2 nodded his head. "But we do want to know one thing first?"
"What's a Dingbat?" Dingbat 1 a.k.a. Gred asked.
Jack waved off the question. "Ask Daniel. Now what did you want to talk about that was so important you had to drag me away?"
"Well we want to vet you," Feorge, Dingbat 2 answered.
"We wanted to get to know you," Gred added in.
"To see if you can keep a poor little ickle Harry in the proper manner."
"To make sure you'll love him."
"And pet him."
"And call him George."
Feorge turned to Gred and said "But he's name is Harry."
The Twins shrug their shoulders at each other as they dismiss the whole matter of Harry's name. Then in a disturbing manner the Twins turned their attention back towards Jack.
Jack stared at the Twins as he watched them breath in and exhale at the same time. Blink at the same time. Even scratch their nose at the same time.
"No offence but you two are creepy," Jack blurted out.
An innocent but very disturbing grin appeared on the Twins face.
"You."
"Haven't."
"Answered."
"Our."
"Question."
"You know if it wasn't for the red hair I would have figured you two were part of the Addams family," Jack said with a shake of his head. "And as for Harry… it's none of your damn business. What happens between me and Harry is just that; between me and Harry."
The Twins pulled back as if slapped as the creepy psychotic act the Twins had been playing disappeared. In its place was a playful mood.
"You know he has a point," Feorge said.
Gred nodded his head. "It's a bit like knowing about Ronniekin’s assorted adventures with a two-headed beaver."
"But we already know all about it," Feorge commented. "After all we do sell the videos of it."
"As horror movies?" Luna asked, as she seemed to appear suddenly from behind the Twins.
The Twins turned to Luna. "Some might consider them to be," one of the Twins replied.
"But the Librarian and naughty school boy video seems to be very popular," the other Twins added in.
Luna shakes her head sadly as she reaches between the Twins and grabs Jack. "Come along Colonel," she says as she pulls him away from the Twins. "We don't want you to get infected with a Kracklebow like they have been."
"Kracklebow?" Jack said.
"Oh yes! They're a cousin of the Bowtruckle. Very nasty things," Luna stated. "You really don't want to mess with either one."
~*~
Harry handed Bloodblade a glass with two fingers worth of fire whiskey inside before sitting down with him. The two warriors enjoyed the liquid as they sat quietly in Harry's den. The fire in the fireplace was the only source of noise for a time.
"Where is your bondmate, my friend?" Bloodblade asked as he stared into the crackling fire before them.
"He's with his… I guess you could call them his family since that is the way he feels about them," Harry replied before taking a sip from his glass.
Bloodblade nodded his head. "That is often the case with true warriors, young ones," he declared.
"I wish I believed that," Harry said sadly.
Bloodblade looked over at Harry. "If they had been true to you then they would be as his family is to him. You were young and innocent. You must remember they tricked and betrayed you and for that someday they will pay for their crimes against you."
Harry sighed wearily as he ran his hand through his hair. "I know… it's just hard to trust anyone anymore."
"You trust your godfather and the werewolf," Bloodblade stated. "You trust the one you call Tic and those two bothersome creatures."
Harry snorted. "You really don't like the Fred and George do you?"
"They are… annoying," Bloodblade stated. "I know they are fierce and honorable fighters but they do not take anything serious except for their tricks. It goes against the grain that makes up my people's way of life."
"They take things more seriously than you think they do, Bloodblade," Harry said in their defense. "Their act is just that an act. Too many people judge them by their act instead of actually looking at what they're doing and saying and because of that they're left wondering what happen after the Twins destroyed them."
Bloodblade sighed. "And I am guilty of that too," he said before gulping down the rest of his drink. "So what is the real reason for the drinks, alone in your den, Harry? I'm sure it's not to discuss the Twins."
Harry looked down into his glass. "I need to have Gringotts investigate someone for me," he said.
Bloodblade nodded his head. "As always those of Gringotts are always happy to help our valued account holders. Who is this person?"
"Colonel Jack O'Neill," Harry finished his drink off in one gulp.
Bloodblade stared at Harry in shock. "Your bondmate! You want us to investigate your bondmate?"
"Yes."
"But why?" Bloodblade demanded, staring at Harry in shock and confusion. "Do you not trust your bondmate… your soulmate?"
"I trust him with my heart and soul… and with my children," Harry assured his friend. "But you have to understand my friend… to rise in the rank he has in the military… to become a Colonel… Jack has to have made some enemies. I need to know who they are to protect him and our children."
"Ahhh," Bloodblade said in an understanding tone. "What better way to protect what's yours than to take out what is a threat to it before it can cause any harm you or yours."
"Exactly," Harry replied. "While I doubt that Jack will allow me to dispose of his enemies for him, at least by knowing who they are I can watch for them."
Bloodblade chuckled. "Yes. Yes I could tell that one prefers to deal with his enemies on his own rather than to have someone else do it for him."
"There is something else I want Gringotts to investigate," Harry said as he watched how the firelight played on his empty glass as he moved his hand that was holding it.
"And what would that be?" Bloodblade asked with interest.
"Jack had a child, a son but there was an accident and he died," Harry explained.
"And you want us to investigate his death?" Bloodblade said.
Harry nodded his head. "Yes. I want to know if it was an accident or if it was something else."
"And if was something else?" Bloodblade asked
"Then we will deal with it then."
Author: Lady FoxFire
Pairing(s): Jack/Harry
Rating: M
Warning: Slash
Category(s): Crossover
Summary: Stargate SG-1/Harry Potter - Sometime in life you have to do the one thing you absolutely dread to get the one thing you absolutely need or want, so you can do the one thing you have to do. And sometime people get sucked in to it. Post Hogwarts, Slash
Disclaimer: Willy E. Coyote walked on stage. He stops in the middle of the stage and looked out upon the audience. He suddenly holds up a sign that says 'The author of this fic', the sign spun around to reveal 'does not own'. The sign spun again. 'The Harry Potter series.' It spun once again. "Or." The sign spun "The Stargate SG-1 series." The sign spun once more and then in tiny print it say, 'Nor does the author make any money off of this story." The sign in Willy's hand disappears just as it had appeared. Suddenly a high pitched whistle filled the air as a shadow suddenly cover the coyote. Willy looked up to see a 20-ton anvil heading for him. Willy looked at the audience once again and held up a sign, 'Why me?'
Bad Author Notes: Ok first off let me apologize for not update for a while. I actual had this chapter done for a while and sitting for a month on my computer after my editor sent it back to me. It's just that real life had been sucking everything out of me. Some days I can write, some days I peek at the keyboard and then other days I just give up. I'm hoping I can snap out of this soon or I swear I'll go nuts.
One fact that General Hammond could attest to as he reviewed and signed off on another supply request was that the amount of paperwork one had to fill out increased exponentially to one's rank.
As he dropped the signed request form into his outbox, he paused at the sound of a muffled voice nearby. Rising from his chair, Hammond walked to his office door and opened it.
"Sir?" Hammond's assistant asked as he looked up from his paper.
Hammond looked around the empty room then back at his office. With a shake of his head, he said, "It's nothing. Just tired." And with that Hammond closed his office door once again.
Sitting at this desk once again, Hammond started to read the next form only to pause when the muffled voice returned. With narrowed eyes and furrowed brow Hammond looked around his office for the source of the sound.
It didn't take long for General Hammond to locate the source of the voice, the middle drawer on the left hand side of his desk. He had put the small mirror Harry Potter had give him the day before there.
Opening the drawer, Hammond pulled the mirror out and found he was looking at Dr Jackson’s image instead of his own.
"Dr Jackson?" General Hammond propped the mirror up against a stack of paper.
"Good afternoon, sir or I guess in your case it's good morning," Daniel Jackson said nervously.
"Is everything alright?" Hammond tried to stress the fact that he wanted to know if Dr Jackson could speak safely without fear for himself or the other members of SGC.
Daniel nodded his head. "Everything’s alright, sir, well not exactly… Sir are you some place where no one can overhear us?"
Hammond blinked in surprise that Jackson was concerned that he might not be able to talk freely. "I'm in my office. Alone."
Daniel licked his lips nervously. "Well… I have some good news and some not so good news."
"Son," Hammond said warningly.
Daniel smiled weakly. "Right. The good news is that there is more than one intelligent species on Earth. We were able to meet a race that known by the locals as Goblins. They seem to be a very honorable warrior race that is currently living in peace with this secret society. From what I understand they do business with the rest of the world through the use of human employees. Interesting enough they're in the banking industry but they're not bankers. The term banker is actually an insult to them. And they consider being called evil a compliment."
Hammond blinked a couple times as he tried to sort out the information that Dr Jackson was spouting at him. "I'll expect a report on that when you return," Hammond stated as usual when the things that Dr Jackson and Major Carter were saying became more than he could understand at the moment.
"Of course, sir," Daniel replied happily. "I'm hoping that the Goblin Nation will allow someone to visit their cities and learn about their race."
Hammond nodded his head. "I'll take that into consideration, Dr Jackson."
"Right," Daniel said with a smile. "In addition it turns out that Harry has a number of texts in the Ancient language. Harry's already promised me that I could borrow some. It's also possible that he has some of the Ancient technology in his vault, which the Goblins are guarding. It seem that his ancestors were collectors of dangerous items."
Daniel seemed to vibrate with excitement, not letting the General get a word in edgewise. "Warrior Bloodblade, Harry's account manager, said that the Goblin Nation has been collecting Egyptian artifacts for centuries. He thinks I might be allowed to view some of their smaller pieces when I visit Harry's vault."
Hammond opened his mouth once again to make a comment but Daniel said excitedly, "From what I've been told there are a series of wizard’s tombs that the rest of the world has no knowledge of and these are the ones that the Goblins and Potter line have been collecting the artifacts from."
"To what end?" Hammond asked as he considered the ramifications of Ancient technology in the hands of another government on Earth.
Daniel stared at the General in surprise. "I… I'm assuming to protect them," he said thoughtfully. "Perhaps they have some knowledge of the Gou'alds and wish to make sure they never arise again. I wonder if Bloodblade could arrange for me to meet a Goblin historian or perhaps their Egyptologists?"
General Hammond sighed realizing he needed to get Dr Jackson back to the more important matter of Colonel O'Neill. "Dr Jackson," he said before the younger man could become lost once again in his thoughts. "What about Colonel O'Neill? Was the bond successful? Is the Colonel alright?"
Daniel blinked owlishly a couple of times. "Well," he said as he licked his lips nervously, "the bonding was a success but there was a few side effects."
"What kind of side effects," Hammond growled.
"From the way Sirius and Remus explained it," Daniel said, "because Jack was older than Harry and Harry was not as healthy as he should have been; the magic of the bond… made some adjustments."
"What kind of adjustments?" Hammond snarled as he glared at the young man.
"Ahhh… well Harry is now how he should have been if he hadn't been starved and abused as a child. And Jack… ah looks like he's in his mid-twenties," Daniel explained. "The good news is that Jack said his knees don't hurt anymore."
Hammond closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And is this change permanent?"
Daniel nodded his head. "Since wizards live a long time it seems as if magic makes adjustments when there is a huge age difference between soul mates so that they can have a life time together."
Hammond exhaled slowly. "What else do you have to report Dr Jackson."
"Umm… I told you about the goblins," Daniel started going back over the things he’d already mentioned "About the Potter's library and vault," Daniel’s gaze was no longer fixed on the General so he assumed the linguist was counting things off on his fingers or checking a list to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. "Luna says that Sam is under a Black Widow spell and that why Sam has such bad luck with men but she claims to be able to break the spell… Jack might be a squib. They're going to have him tested just in case the American wizard community missed him as a child."
Daniel looked back up at the General, "Luna knew about the Stargate and that Teal'c is an alien. And the Asguard owe Luna a bar tab from when one of her ancestors ran a bar. Seems as if they liked to drink there." Daniel took a deep breath and said quickly. "Jack’s expecting and we're going to see if the Goblin Nation can ward the mountain so that no one can get in or out without us knowing about it."
Daniel again looked away from the General, "And Archiater Greldrick who's a Goblin healer was interested in seeing if she could learn how we heal people. Since we're used to the unusual I suggested we might ask Janet if she might be willing to let her at least look at the infirmary."
General Hammond slowly replayed the rapid genius speak in his mind. "The Asguard owe one of Potter's friends money?"
Daniel smiled. "Yes sir. It seems they liked the local drink and had an account with Luna's ancestor and they never paid up. She asked if we see Thor if we could pass on the word that the bill is still due and it's collecting interest."
Hammond shook his head with dread at the idea of telling one of their trusted allies they have a bill due. "Do we know how much it is?"
Daniel shook his head. "She didn't know exactly how much it was but she was going to ask the Goblins since they're been keep track for her family."
Hammond sighed wearily as he rubbed his forehead as if to ward off a headache, his head slightly bowed. Suddenly he stopped and raised his head so that he could look directly at Daniel. "Did you say Colonel O'Neill was expecting," his narrowed eyes watched the young man carefully. "What exactly is the Colonel expecting?"
Daniel opened his mouth. Closed it. Open. Closed. "Well," he replied reluctantly drawing the word out.
"Dr Jackson," Hammond barked.
"It turns out that wizards… both males and females can conceive. And since Jack bonded with Harry and they share his magic…" Daniel’s voice trailed off.
General Hammond closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead as if to ward off the upcoming headache that was sure to follow. "Was that everything Dr Jackson or did you forget to mention anything?"
"No, sir," Daniel replied, "That’s everything."
Hammond opened his eyes and told Dr Jackson sternly. "I want a full report on my test at 0800, Dr Jackson."
Daniel blinked in shock. "But we're in England. How are we to get it there?"
"I'm sure that Mr. Potter will be able to help you with that, Dr Jackson." Hammond replied. "Dismissed."
Hammond grabbed the mirror from its resting place on his desk as Dr Jackson watched from his own mirror in shock and placed it back into the desk drawer. Closing the drawer, Hammond opened another drawer and pulled out a bottle of Tums.
Hammond opened the bottle and looked inside of it, counting the amount inside before shaking out 2 Tums. After eating the antacids Hammond pressed a button on the intercom.
"Yes, sir?" and voice replied from the intercom.
"Davison," he said pitching his voice so that the intercom would pick it up, "Please remind me to order more antacids."
~*~
Daniel walked into the library where his team had congregated along with Harry Potter's family and friends
Finding the Colonel reading a book on male pregnancy, which Archiater Greldrick had strongly recommend that he read, Daniel sat down across from Jack.
"Daniel," Jack greeted him without looking up.
"Jack," Daniel said in reply.
Jack turned a page of the book. "How was your talk with the General?"
"Fine. It was fine," Daniel picked up an old fashion fountain pen and toyed with it.
Jack placed a bookmark on the page he was reading and closed the book. Raising his head, Jack looked at his friend with an almost Buddha like expression before saying "Tried to slip it past him, huh?"
"No," Daniel said defensively only to wilt under O'Neill's gaze. "Maybe."
"Daniel. Daniel. Daniel when will you ever learn?" Jack shook his head sadly.
"That’s it's impossible to slip past the General since he's a General?" Daniel suggested.
A thoughtful look came to O'Neill's face. "No I'm pretty sure that it’s not so much his being a General but more his having been a father and grandfather. Plus you have this little tell that shows up when you're trying to pull a fast one."
"Tell?" Daniel echoed.
"There this little spot on your left temple that you scratch when you're trying to avoid telling me something," Jack pointed out.
"I do not," Daniel replied in outrage.
Jack simply nodded his head while a smirk graced his lips.
"Were you able to contact General Hammond?" Harry asked as he grabbed a chair next to Jack and sat down.
"He did," Jack replied with a smirk.
Harry looked at Jack and then at Daniel. "Tried to slip it by him, huh?"
Daniel growled softly as he glared at the two men before him.
It was at that moment that the library doors slammed open. Immediately everyone jumped to their feet weapons and wands in hand. Harry had unconsciously placed himself between Jack and this new threat.
"Lucy! I'm home," called out one of the two red headed intruders.
"Please let me kill them!" Warrior Bloodblade begged as he glared at the twin intruders from where he stood with Remus, Sirius, Major Ferretti and Teal'c. "Please let me kill them!"
"You can't," Archiater Greldrick replied from her spot next to Major Carter. "They make a profit."
One of the twins looked at the other. "Can't you just feel the love, Gred?"
"Indeed I can Feorge. Indeed I can," The other twin replied. "Why Bloodblade is practically quivering with anticipation."
With a moan Harry sat down and buried his face in his hands. "Please stop tormenting Bloodblade and Rick," he begged.
"But Harry, it's through torment and pain," the twin called Gred started.
"That great art and pranks come," George finished.
"No," Bloodblade snarled. "Through torment and pain comes evisceration and death."
"Brother," Greldrick called out to her brother, "Evisceration and death are the end to all. Needles and exams are the true path of torment and pain." The Goblin healer then turned towards the twins, "Which reminds me, I believe you gentlemen are overdue for a checkup, are you not?"
The twins looked at each other and then at Bloodblade. "Isn't that cheating?" they asked as one pointing at Greldrick.
Bloodblade shrugged his shoulders. "She's a healer what do you expect? For them to play nice?"
"No," one twin said while the other said "but…"
"Fred. George. Please don't," Harry begged from where he sat at the table, holding his head.
"But Harry," they whined.
"No buts," Harry said as he raised his head from his hands. "You two do realized the only reason neither one of you have had an accident is because you're profitable."
"Did you hear that, Gred," Feorge said as he looked at his twin. "We're profitable."
Gred replied, "Does this mean they like us?"
Feorge nodded his head. "I believe do my dear brother. I believe so."
The twins then turned and looked at the goblins with an almost evil grin. "They like us!"
Bloodblade closed his eyes and sighed warily. "You are a very evil person, Harry Potter," he said.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Can you see a better way to encourage them to make a profit or new toys for me?"
"But torturing ones' allies is wrong," Bloodblade countered.
Harry snorted. "Tell that to your sister."
With a smirk Greldrick supplied, "Healers are exempt from that rule."
"So that’s why my dad wanted me to be a doctor instead of joining the Air Force," Lou commented to himself.
"Feorge?" Gred said as he looked at Lou.
"Yes Gred?" the brother replied.
"I do believe we're forgetting something."
"I do believe you're right.
"Lady Potter," they said as one before turning their attention of Major Carter. In a flash the twins were beside her, each of them holding one of hands.
"My dear charming lady, allow me to introduce myself, I am George Weasley," Gred said as he kissed the back of Carter's hand.
"And I, Lady Potter, am Fred Weasley," Feorge said as he mimicked his brothers actions.
"And she is not Lady Potter," Luna pronounced as she stepped into the room, a smoking goblet in her hands.
The twins looked at Luna then at Carter and then back at Luna once again.
"But how could she not be?" Gred demanded.
Feorge looked around. "There are no other ladies here beside you."
"And we all know your heart and soul belongs to Neville," Gred teased.
"Besides she's very beautiful like all the Potter women have been," Feorge stated as he looked over Carter with appraising eye.
"And intelligent," Gred chimed in. "Don't forget all the Potter's ladies have been blindingly intelligent."
"However she's not a red head," Feorge said as he turned towards this brother.
"That could be a problem," Gred said as he eyed Carter's blond hair. "After all how could someone be warned to expect a fiery tempter if not for the red hair."
"And that's one thing all of the Weasley men are experts on," Feorge added in.
Carter looked back and forth between the twins as the babbled back and forth not allowing anyone to get a word in edgewise. Finally in desperation she covered the brothers' mouth with her hands. "I am not Lady Potter," she declared as she looked each of the brothers in the eye.
Gred pull Carter's hand from his mouth. "But if you're not then who is?" he said before replacing her hand over his mouth.
"Why Jack is of course," Tic said as she thrust the smoking goblet at Carter. "You need to drink that before it warms up."
Carter eyes the goblet as she removed her hands from the twins. "What is that?"
"It the cure for Black Widow spell, of course," Luna replied.
"You should probably drink that," Gred said as he eyes the goblet with distrust. "I don't know what a Black Widow spell is…"
"But it sounds nasty," Feorge finished what his brother was saying. "So pinch your nose and chug it down. It can't be any worst the Skele-Gro."
Carter looked at the smoking goblet with suspicion.
"It's best to do as they say, Major," Potter chimed in from where he sat. "If Tic says you're cursed then you're cursed. Beside it's not like she's going to poison you…. Unless she doesn’t like you of course."
"I'll have you know that I've only tried to poison someone only a few dozen times or so," Luna stated. "Unfortunately I could never get it to work exactly right. They kept coming down with the runs at both ends."
"Ex-lax is not a poison," Harry sighed.
Luna cocked her head to the side. "But then why do they warn parents to watch out for their children taking it?"
"Because some human are stupid and believe it will make them prettier, child," Greldrick explained.
"Ohhhhh," Luna said in a very child like manner before turning to Major Carter and saying, "You really need to drink that now."
Carter took the goblet from Luna's hand and looked into the goblet. She then looked over at Colonel O'Neill. "Sir?"
Jack shrugged his shoulder. "Harry said it was safe."
"I did not. I said she won't poison someone she likes" Harry said in his defense.
The members of SGC stared at Harry in shock.
"You better drink that now Major, before it gets warm," Harry said sweetly as he ignored the stares.
Carter looked down at the goblet. She then took a deep breath and raised the goblet to her lips. In the same amount of time it takes to chug a beer, Carter finished the goblet. She stood there with a distasteful look on her face.
"Sweet Hannah," she gasped before hurrying over to a hug urn and started to purge her stomach into it.
"Harry?" Remus said as he watched the Major empty her stomach, "Isn't that Ming Dynasty urn?"
Harry nodded his head as Dr Jackson whimpered.
Carter raised her head, her complexion slightly green. "What was that?" she asked as she gulped air.
"The cure," Luna replied as she walked over and looked into the urn. "See spider bits."
Carter looked into the urn to see black spider bits floating in her vomit. "Sweet Hannah," she gasped before throwing up once again.
"So where is this Jack character?" Feorge asked as he turned his back on Carter while Gred cast an air freshener spell.
Jack slowly raised his hand.
The Twins stared at Jack as an evil grin slowly grew on their faces.
"Our almost brother has a husband and not a wife," Feorge said.
"Ginny will be so sad," Gred said with a pout.
"She's lost her Harry," Feorge added in as he made puppy eyes at Harry.
"Her meal ticket," Gred said
"Her source of wealth," Feorge said
"Of fame"
"Of fortune"
The twins turned and looked at each other. An almost demonic grin appeared on their faces. "Excellent!"
While the members of SGC look upon the Twins with confusion and some concern, those who were more familiar with the Twins fond tolerance.
"Do you think that he's been properly vetted yet?" Gred asked.
Feorge nodded his head before adding in, "After all just because he's Harry's soul mate doesn't mean he's a proper husband to our little Harrykins."
The Twins look at each other and as one said, "Of course not."
"I guess it's up to us," Feorge said.
"To once again to save the day," Gred finished.
And with that the Twins sprung on Jack and pulled him out of the chair. They then dragged their helpless victim toward a far corner of the library.
"Be careful with him," Greldrick called out, "he's with child."
The Twins stopped and looked back at Harry who simply shrugged his shoulders. With a nod of their heads the Twins continued on with their kidnapping of the Colonel.
"10 Galleons says that Harry has to rescue him in 10 minutes," Remus said.
Sirius scoffed at Remus' bet. "20 Galleons say that Harry won't have to rescue him at all."
"Umm… should we be concerned?" Lou asked as he watched the Twins as they talked to the Colonel.
"No," Bloodblade said. "No matter how much I despise them, they are honorable warriors."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at Bloodblade's choice of words.
"So who are they?" Lou asked as he continued to watch them.
"The Weasley twins," Remus answered. "Fred and George."
"Or as they say Feorge and Gred. They're own mother can't tell them apart," Sirius supplied.
Remus nodded his head. "They're also pranksters, so I would be careful about eating or touching anything the Twins offer you."
"Because of that no one takes them seriously," Sirius said. "Of course it's to our benefit since the Twins are scary but brilliant weapon designers."
"Weapons? Really? What types?"
~*~
The Twins released Jack once they reached the corner.
"So you're the new…" the twin on the left started to say then stopped realizing it didn’t fit. "Well he's not Lady Potter."
The twin on the right shook his head. "No he doesn't have red hair."
"Or the big knockers."
"We could give him a set."
Jack glared at them his arms crossed across his chest. "Lets not and say we did," he replied before the brothers could continue with this line of thought. "Now who exactly are you two?"
"Dear brother I think the poor chap might be hard of hearing," the twin on the left stated sadly.
The twin of the right nodded his head. "I'm afraid you might be right. After all how could have missed our grand entrance?"
"My name is Feorge. This is my brother Gred," the brother on the left shouted.
The brother who had been introduced as Gred hit Feorge on the arm. "No! I'm Feorge. You're Gred."
Feorge looked at his brother in confusion. "Are you sure?" he asked.
A thoughtful look appeared on Gred's face finally he shrugged his shoulder and said, "Pretty sure. I think. Then again maybe I'm Gred. You're Feorge."
By this time, the Twins had Jack shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Look," he said as his hand dropped away from his face as he looked at his current source of frustration. "Why don't I just call you Dingbat 1," Jack pointed at Gred and then at Feorge, "and Dingbat 2 instead?"
The twins looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"I guess that would be alright," Dingbat 1 answered.
Dingbat 2 nodded his head. "But we do want to know one thing first?"
"What's a Dingbat?" Dingbat 1 a.k.a. Gred asked.
Jack waved off the question. "Ask Daniel. Now what did you want to talk about that was so important you had to drag me away?"
"Well we want to vet you," Feorge, Dingbat 2 answered.
"We wanted to get to know you," Gred added in.
"To see if you can keep a poor little ickle Harry in the proper manner."
"To make sure you'll love him."
"And pet him."
"And call him George."
Feorge turned to Gred and said "But he's name is Harry."
The Twins shrug their shoulders at each other as they dismiss the whole matter of Harry's name. Then in a disturbing manner the Twins turned their attention back towards Jack.
Jack stared at the Twins as he watched them breath in and exhale at the same time. Blink at the same time. Even scratch their nose at the same time.
"No offence but you two are creepy," Jack blurted out.
An innocent but very disturbing grin appeared on the Twins face.
"You."
"Haven't."
"Answered."
"Our."
"Question."
"You know if it wasn't for the red hair I would have figured you two were part of the Addams family," Jack said with a shake of his head. "And as for Harry… it's none of your damn business. What happens between me and Harry is just that; between me and Harry."
The Twins pulled back as if slapped as the creepy psychotic act the Twins had been playing disappeared. In its place was a playful mood.
"You know he has a point," Feorge said.
Gred nodded his head. "It's a bit like knowing about Ronniekin’s assorted adventures with a two-headed beaver."
"But we already know all about it," Feorge commented. "After all we do sell the videos of it."
"As horror movies?" Luna asked, as she seemed to appear suddenly from behind the Twins.
The Twins turned to Luna. "Some might consider them to be," one of the Twins replied.
"But the Librarian and naughty school boy video seems to be very popular," the other Twins added in.
Luna shakes her head sadly as she reaches between the Twins and grabs Jack. "Come along Colonel," she says as she pulls him away from the Twins. "We don't want you to get infected with a Kracklebow like they have been."
"Kracklebow?" Jack said.
"Oh yes! They're a cousin of the Bowtruckle. Very nasty things," Luna stated. "You really don't want to mess with either one."
~*~
Harry handed Bloodblade a glass with two fingers worth of fire whiskey inside before sitting down with him. The two warriors enjoyed the liquid as they sat quietly in Harry's den. The fire in the fireplace was the only source of noise for a time.
"Where is your bondmate, my friend?" Bloodblade asked as he stared into the crackling fire before them.
"He's with his… I guess you could call them his family since that is the way he feels about them," Harry replied before taking a sip from his glass.
Bloodblade nodded his head. "That is often the case with true warriors, young ones," he declared.
"I wish I believed that," Harry said sadly.
Bloodblade looked over at Harry. "If they had been true to you then they would be as his family is to him. You were young and innocent. You must remember they tricked and betrayed you and for that someday they will pay for their crimes against you."
Harry sighed wearily as he ran his hand through his hair. "I know… it's just hard to trust anyone anymore."
"You trust your godfather and the werewolf," Bloodblade stated. "You trust the one you call Tic and those two bothersome creatures."
Harry snorted. "You really don't like the Fred and George do you?"
"They are… annoying," Bloodblade stated. "I know they are fierce and honorable fighters but they do not take anything serious except for their tricks. It goes against the grain that makes up my people's way of life."
"They take things more seriously than you think they do, Bloodblade," Harry said in their defense. "Their act is just that an act. Too many people judge them by their act instead of actually looking at what they're doing and saying and because of that they're left wondering what happen after the Twins destroyed them."
Bloodblade sighed. "And I am guilty of that too," he said before gulping down the rest of his drink. "So what is the real reason for the drinks, alone in your den, Harry? I'm sure it's not to discuss the Twins."
Harry looked down into his glass. "I need to have Gringotts investigate someone for me," he said.
Bloodblade nodded his head. "As always those of Gringotts are always happy to help our valued account holders. Who is this person?"
"Colonel Jack O'Neill," Harry finished his drink off in one gulp.
Bloodblade stared at Harry in shock. "Your bondmate! You want us to investigate your bondmate?"
"Yes."
"But why?" Bloodblade demanded, staring at Harry in shock and confusion. "Do you not trust your bondmate… your soulmate?"
"I trust him with my heart and soul… and with my children," Harry assured his friend. "But you have to understand my friend… to rise in the rank he has in the military… to become a Colonel… Jack has to have made some enemies. I need to know who they are to protect him and our children."
"Ahhh," Bloodblade said in an understanding tone. "What better way to protect what's yours than to take out what is a threat to it before it can cause any harm you or yours."
"Exactly," Harry replied. "While I doubt that Jack will allow me to dispose of his enemies for him, at least by knowing who they are I can watch for them."
Bloodblade chuckled. "Yes. Yes I could tell that one prefers to deal with his enemies on his own rather than to have someone else do it for him."
"There is something else I want Gringotts to investigate," Harry said as he watched how the firelight played on his empty glass as he moved his hand that was holding it.
"And what would that be?" Bloodblade asked with interest.
"Jack had a child, a son but there was an accident and he died," Harry explained.
"And you want us to investigate his death?" Bloodblade said.
Harry nodded his head. "Yes. I want to know if it was an accident or if it was something else."
"And if was something else?" Bloodblade asked
"Then we will deal with it then."