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Title: When You Come Back to Me Again

Summary: Harry's soul has lived many lives as does his friends and family. Xover with SG-1, hints of King Arthur and maybe others down the line... Will have Slash and Het.

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As he lay on his back on the blood soaked battlefield gazing up at the clear blue sky, Harry Potter saw his life, the bad and good pass before his eyes. The Dursleys. Finding out he was a wizard. The ups and downs of his life at Hogwarts. His friend Ron Weasley. Saving Hermione from the Troll. Finding Sirius and loosing him in two short years. Learning of the prophecy. And...just as predicted, it had come down to him and Voldemort, standing on opposite sides of an open field.

What they hadn't expected was to see Ginny Weasley to step out from behind the madman. No one had seen the betrayal coming. But maybe they should have. The signs were all there, now that they could see them. Seeing the red headed woman standing there across the field was all it took to take all their well-laid plans and shoot them all to hell. Leaving them all doubting that today would finally bring them victory.

It was either run, or stand and fight.

The decision was made for them as Albus Dumbledore stood regal and proud, drawing his power around him, showing them he was not a feeble old man. Beside him stood Severus Snape...his past, present, and future. With Hermione and Ron at the other side, Harry knew he would not be alone on this day, surrounded by those ready bring this war to an end.

Taking the hand of his lover, Harry knew that this battle would be the last. It had come down to this; he and Tom Riddle would fight this one last time.

Harry had never felt stronger or more confident than at that moment. If he or Severus should die today, Harry knew that their souls would seek each out once more, as they done countless times.

As they were soulmates. An unbreakable bond that kept them together and finding one another over and over again.

And those around him had been by his side many times in the past, standing with him against evil and the darkness that threatened to cover the world in shadows and death.

It was at Hadrian's Wall that their souls first met, as children. He was Arthur or Artorius, fated to become King Arthur of the mythical legend. And Lancelot was his lover, a sarmatian Knight.

In the two years before Lancelot's death on radon Hill, Arthur and Lancelot had become lovers, but the first time they had met as children...their souls knew that they were meant for great things, wonderful things. That they would be together in the best of times and the worst of times.

Spending the next fifteen years learning to fight side by side. They shared lessons of life and the ways of the sword.

Separated by death, they met again and again.. throughout the ages. Loving one another till death claimed one or the other once more.

It was that thought, that piece of information that has kept Harry sane throughout the year of coming to grips with his and Severus' past. If they died today in the heat of battle, that in the future their love would once more circle back and they would find one another again.

Surrounding him were more lovers, warriors and soulmates. All living for one purpose: to protect the other in battle; to love and fight for the other.

They were an Army of Lovers.

It was the power he knows not.

The power of love.

Together they would bring their foes to their knees or die trying.

Only moments ago, Harry found himself facing the man who destroyed lives without blinking an eye. Who'd done nothing more than dance across peoples lives for no reason other than the purity of their blood.

In the middle of the blood-soaked battlefield, Tom Riddle brought Harry to his knees. Ginny Weasley had told the wizard what spells and potions they had ready to use against him.

Now he laid here with his life's blood flowing from him. His life flashed before his eyes; a madman and his evil minions laughing around him. Oddly, he felt a sense of peace surround him as he closed his eyes. Yet, his last thoughts were of Severus and his friends and how he failed them.

"Failed them you haven't, Harry Potter."

Harry's eyes popped opened wide. He was standing in a room surrounded in white light. "Where am I?"

"You have destinies to fulfill and fates to beckon."

Harry was confused even more. "Who are you?"

"You are a champion."

Harry scowled.

"Once more into the breech, Harry Potter. Your time on earth is not finished. But, Harry Potter is dead. Someone else you will be. A new life to live. All your memories and trials you will remember when the time is right."

He was going back but not as Harry Potter. "What about my friends?" My lover, he silently asked.

"They live. As does the dark knight."

"I still have to destroy Voldemort?"

"Yes. As it is your destiny."

Once more the light around Harry pulsed. When he opened his eyes again, he was flat on his back on a bed. The smell alone told him all he needed to know, he was in the infirmary.

Again.

"He's awake!"

Blue-green eyes looked to the voice. "What did I do this time?"

"Well, Dr. Jackson, trouble just seems to find you, doesn't it?" Dr. Frasier asked, smiling.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?"

Jack O'Neill came up to the bedside, with a smirk, "Your brains and my wit. Of course it worked."

For a moment, Daniel Jackson was confused, like he had forgotten something. A tidbit of something skittered at the edge of his memory. He just shook his head, he would remember later.

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-TBC-

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