A/N My previous Harry Potter/SGA Story "Heir of the Alterans" was not up to my standards and I want to delete it, if not for the loyal following it has generated and I would not wish to deprive people of the story as I have often been annoyed at an author deleting a story I liked myself, I just cannot bring myself to work on it anymore, I may rewrite it in the future if there is enough want for it. That being said, I hope this work is much more refined, planned and executed than my last. Please Enjoy

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On with the show.

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"It was foolish of you to come here tonight Tom, the Auror's are on their way." calmly spoke Dumbledore.

"By which time I shall be gone and you shall be dead." Calmly spat out Voldemort in Dumbledore's direction before launching a continuous blast of crackling green death magic at the wise old Headmaster.

Responding with a beam of defensive red magic, Dumbledore held Voldemort's onslaught at bay, neither side able to gain an inch in their battle of magic.

The magic could almost be tasted during their duel, the very feeling of the room morphing due to the amount of power leaking from the two greatest Wizards of their era. They exchanged barrage after barrage of potent spells and forbidden or lost spells. Some might call the visual display beautiful, but those who knew the intricacies of magic would be well aware of what was occurring. Two Titans of their fields, the self-anointed Dard Lord and the publically anointed Light Lord were so entrenched in their battle that they did not notice how saturated the room was becoming due to their actions, and the possible outcomes it could have on them all.

The duel was almost over, Harry knew it to be so, don't ask him how he knew he just did. He knew he had to do something to stop Voldemort from escaping, he just didn't know what. So in a fit of desperation, he ran for his wand.

His movements were ignored by Voldemort who perceived him to be little threat for him at this time, however, Dumbledore sent him a worried look before reorienting himself to again protect Harry.

Grabbing his wand, Harry shot his favourite spell towards the Dark Lord.

"Expelliarmus!"

A bolt of magic zapped out of Harry's wand towards the Dark Lord only to be intercepted and overpowered by a yellow spell from the Dark Lord's wand. The unknown yellow spell slowly eating away at Harry's own considerably powerful disarming charm. Dumbledore was still engaged with the Dark Lord while this happened, Harry seemed to have almost no effect on either side of the duel.

As the beam finished eating at Harry's spell, it smashed into his own body and sent him flying across the room, the very air being set on fire around him.

Harry felt debilitating pain that he had never felt in his life like endless needles piercing his skin before he finally passed out from the pain.

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Slowly returning to consciousness, Harry saw Dumbledore sitting on a chair next to the bed he appeared to be on, the room also appears to be the Hogwarts hospital wing.

"Welcome back my boy, how are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked Harry.

"I am feeling good sir, what happened?" Replied Harry.

"After Tom retreated from the Ministry I quickly rushed to your aid, you were knocked unconscious by a special but unfortunate reaction of ancient magics."

"Erm, what reaction Sir?" Nervously replied Harry dreading the answer.

"When the backlash from Tom's spell hit you it almost killed you, but you were saved from death by, as hope would have it, Tom himself. You see, a piece of him attached himself to you that fateful night and ironically enough saved you from death." Answered Dumbledore with sad twinkles in his eyes.

"Why are you telling me this now Sir?" asked Harry a little shocked at the revelation.

"Well my Boy, the piece of Voldemort that found itself in you is now gone and replaced with something else." replied Dumbledore.

"Replaced? With what?!" Whisper screamed Harry.

"I am terribly afraid I don't quite know, it is unlike anything I have encountered before in my years. From what I gather, it was your mother's love mixed with your own relenting will to live that caused it, but I cannot say for sure what it is or where it leads." explained Dumbledore

"Leads? What do you mean leads?" Was the unhappy response.

"Well much like the connection you once had to Tom you now share a connection to something else, but again I cannot say the strength nor where it leads. I do not even know if you will get visions this time, I am sorry Harry." Dumbledore replied dejectedly.

Harry looked at Dumbledores resigned yet hopeful face as he asked his next question.

"Are my friends okay?" Inquired Harry urgently shaking away the fuzziness in his mind.

"Your friends are perfectly fine, however, I am sad to say that Sirius was not able to be recovered. I tried every ancient technique and spell I knew to bring him back from the veil but he has regrettably passed beyond," informed Dumbledore.

Harry began to tear up at the reminder that his dogfather had passed away. The last of his family had been taken from him by that evil crazed psychopath Bellatrix. Why was the universe so cruel to him?

He screamed.

Well screaming would be a vast understatement. Harry let out a primal roar as he descended into tears in his grief. The waterfall fell when Harry yelled and cried but to no relief. There was nothing Harry could do. Harry cried himself to sleep, but not even in his dreams could he find relief.

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Harry was a passenger in someone else's body. It was an odd but familiar feeling. He was looking through the eyes of a young boy at a small family's wooden table, with what he assumed to be the Mother and this boy's Sister at the table with him. He looked around as much as he could sharing someone else's eyes, the small hut was obviously a muggle dwelling and a primitive and poor one at that. There was only bread and some sort of soup in the middle of the table and three bowels that had obviously been repaired multiple times if the different pieces of wood making up the construction was anything to go by. He kept watching curiously but unhappily as the family finished their dinner preparations.

"And we thank the great Goddess Clo'eui for our glorious bounty that serves to be our meal and we pray for forgiveness for the sins of our father." The mother began her dinner ritual with religious zeal.

So these people were religious, thought Harry. Not surprising as many muggles and even some Wizards and Witches believed in Gods or a God. He had no idea who the God these people worshipped was but that was not surprising as the name was completely unfamiliar to him and he never really studied Gods.

"And may the Gods be merciful to us all in these trying times." The boy continued from where the Mother left off.

"And may the Gods choke on their own filthy tongues." The young girl spat back.

"K'UALI HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF THE GODS THAT WAY! DO YOU HAVE NO RESPECT AT ALL FOR THE MIGHTY GOA'ULD!" The Mother screeched the Daughter as the Mother looked on.

"I DON'T CARE HOW MIGHTY THEY ARE THEY TOOK DADDY!" Screamed the young girl before she ran out crying and Harry was yanked into the abyss of sleep.

Elsewhere in the multiverse, the Great System Lord Ra was destroyed by nuclear fire.

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Harry awoke to the tender care of Madam Pomfrey. The hospital wing was the same as ever. His eyes were still sore and damp from yesterday. He clamped down on his feeling lest he have another breakdown

"And you will be drinking this in the morning once a day for the entire month before you are back in full shape you foolish young man! If I hear you miss even a single dose I will never let you leave do you hear me!"

"Yes Madam Pomfrey, can I go now please?" Harry responded half amused and half still depressed over previous events.

"I suppose you can leave, but I expect you back here tomorrow and don't forget to take this." She said handing over a week's supply of the weird potion.

Harry began to make for the door in order to get to the Library to do some research when he coincidentally ran into Hermione and Ron.

"Hey mate you alright?" Asked Ron.

"Harry! Are you feeling okay? I am so sorry about Sirius! Hermione began to ramble at Harry.

"Calm Hermione I am okay! How are you both?" Replied Harry.

"We are okay Harry. Where are you headed?" Asked Hermione

"I am heading to the Library to do some research." Harry informed her.

Hermione gave him a weird look as Ron sighed and groaned.

"Research? On what?" Hermione asked.

"Have you ever heard of the Goa'uld?"

A/N Thanks for reading. Should I continue?

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