Scientific method.

Summary: Harry gets snaked and the symbiote plans to use a scientific method on magic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Stargate SG1.

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Prologue.

Chloe.

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A teenage boy was sitting in the forest under a tree, reading a slim black book. For the past few weeks, the boy had read and practiced the mental exercises he read about.

The teen felt a flash of pure rage, but thanks to his new skill in occlumency - the art of protecting one's mind, he was able to quickly calm himself.

It was pathetic, Harry Potter thought. In only four weeks, he had managed to master occlumency. According to the book, he was already a master in the art. True, his mental defenses were untested, but he was fairly sure that no one would be able to break in his mind without a lot of effort.

It was an impressive feat. According to the book, reaching his level of skill took years. Most people couldn't even get past the basics. What was even more impressive was that he did that on top of repairing the damage made by Snape's so called lessons.

In truth, the potion master's lessons over the past year did far more harm than good. What natural defenses he had were destroyed by Snape's mind rapes.

Now that he had a good understanding of the mind arts, it was clear that Snape didn't even try to teach him anything. It was a premeditated attack designed to not only strip his mind's defenses, but to also chip away at his sanity.

Harry smiled at the memory of his strange friend. He had made a comment about how bad his occlumency lessons were, and the pretty Ravenclaw gave him the book on occlumency. "When I get back to Hogwarts, I'll have to thank Luna," Harry said with a fond smile.

It was strange, he thought. Her help was unexpected. With a few words, the girl managed to make him feel a little better about his godfather's death. His other friends were making the situation worse, but Luna...

Yes, she was a good friend. Better than his so called best friends. Yet again, Dumbledore imprisoned him in his personal hell - the Dursleys. He never told them how bad it was, but he told them enough to get an idea. Dumbledore, the Order, his professors, the Weasleys and Hermione all knew that he was mistreated, but they never did anything.

Not even a letter. Dumbledore's orders, Harry mentally scoffed.

Were they truly friends if they put Dumbledore's orders above his happiness?

Harry sighed and rose to his feet. In an hour, Dung's shift to guard him would end. He had to go back before the sleeping drunk's replacement would come.

As the teen began to walk towards No. 4 Privet Drive, he heard a few strange sounds in the distance.

For a moment, he thought about what to do. If he got into a fight and he was forced to use his wand, the Ministry might try to repeat the farce trial in his fourth year.

They might snap his wand.

Harry snorted in amusement. That was unlikely, he thought. Since now everyone knew Voldemort was back, he stopped being the attention seeking brat and became the hero. Again. No, they wouldn't do anything even if he used his wand. They needed him. Dumbledore needed him.

Harry straightened his shoulders and drew his wand. Then, he headed toward the source of the strange sounds.

As he approached his destination, Harry's puzzlement increased. Something told him that he was hearing weapon fire, but it sounded like nothing he ever heard. Not like any spell he heard about, nor like any muggle weapon.

Harry increased his pace until he was close enough to see the source of the sounds.

There were two people. A male and a female. The female was wearing an exotic outfit, and the male wore something that looked like a uniform.

The male was firing at the woman with some kind of strange beams of energy. The beam was coming from a strange ring on the man's hand.

It was certainly not a muggle weapon. It was probably a magical artifact like the sword of Gryffindor or the Sorting Hat.

Probably an assassin weapon. Voldemort would certainly not balk at using assassins.

I have to save her, Harry thought.

Just as he launched a stunner at the assassin, one of the beams hit the woman.

The woman fell and the male stumbled when the stunner hit him in the back.

Not wanting to take any risks, Harry fired another stunner at the man.

The assassin fell down, unconscious.

Harry approached the female and stunned the man again. Better safe than sorry.

When Harry reached the woman's body, he saw that she had multiple injuries. Her left foot had a hole. So did her right arm, her abdomen and her heart.

Harry bend down and turned the woman with her back on his knees. She was beautiful, with gray eyes, smooth golden skin and jet black hair.

Harry checked her pulse. It was useless, he knew. The assassin's last shot went straight through her heart.

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes.

Harry stared in disbelief as her eyes glowed for a second.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

The woman opened her mouth as if to say something.

Harry bend closer and suddenly, her good left arm grabbed his head with surprising strength. Harry let the woman guide his head down to her lips. She parted her lips and gave him a kiss.

For a moment, Harry was frozen in indecision, and then he accepted the woman's last kiss. A sad tear fell down on the woman's face and then Harry stiffened as the woman opened her mouth wide.

He felt something enter his mouth.

He felt something burrow through his flesh.

He felt pain. Like the Cruciatus, but different.

He felt his consciousness being pushed to the back of his mind.

Something was trying to possess him!

Harry raised his mental defenses and then, he lashed out at the alien presence.

It retaliated.

The pain increased for a moment, then it lessened. Both Harry and the intruder attacked each other.

For a few moments, mind strained against mind. Then, something gave way and both minds collided.

Harry began to see flashes of memories. They were not his own. They were the memory of the intruder. She was Chloe. A very young Goa'uld. An alien parasite who used humans as their hosts. She was ordered to spy on a rival System Lord. She failed and fled on a stolen scout ship, but and Ashrak came after her. She fled to the Tau'ri, but before she could land properly, her ship was damaged. She managed to avoid the assassin for five days, but he caught up to her. He killed her host and she changed hosts. She tried to posses the boy who saved her with a strange weapon. Harry delved deeper in the symbiote's mind. Flashes of the Goa'uld's racial memory passed through his mind.

Distantly, Harry realized that the Goa'uld was doing the same thing he was, watching his memories.

Grabbing hold of his magic, Harry lashed out at the Goa'uld. She gave a mental scream and Harry repeated his action.

"This is my mind!" Harry roared at the parasite. "Die!" Harry felt the Goa'uld panic as it realized that its new host would defeat her.

"Wait!" the Goa'uld pleaded.

Harry stopped his attack. "What?" he asked.

"I do not want to die."

"Well, I don't want to be locked in my own mind," Harry retorted.

"Perhaps we can come to some sort of accommodation. Not all Goa'uld dominate their hosts. The Tok'ra choose to share."

"You are not Tok'ra!"

"No, but we can try. They say that they have a mutually beneficial relationship with their hosts."

Harry sent the Goa'uld a curious mental raised eyebrow.

"If we ... blend, I would live. You are obviously a powerful host."

"And what would I get out of this?" Harry asked.

"Well, from what I saw in your memories, you really need me if you want to live."

"What do you mean?"

"You are intelligent and very powerful, Harry Potter, but you are naïve and ignorant."

"What do you mean?" he repeated.

"For someone like me, it is obvious," the Goa'uld replied. Have you never wondered about your life? Why were you sent to your disgusting relatives?"

"The blood wards."

"How naïve you are, child."

"Hey! I am older than you. You're what? Thirteen?"

"Physically? Yes. Mentally? No. I have the memories of my progenitors. Eons upon eons of memories."

"Fair enough," Harry mentally sighed.

"To go back to your living conditions, have you never wondered why you were abused? Do you think that your Dumbledore didn't knew about how you were treated? Do you not find it strange that you were abused and no one ever did anything about it? You were abused for a reason. When Hagrid came to save you, you latched on him and Dumbledore - your savior. The old man doesn't care about you. Okay, he might, but it's obvious that he's more concerned about his plans than about you. He's been manipulating you ever since you stepped in Hogwarts."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Do you not find it strange that he sent Hagrid to get the Stone? Do you not find it strange that you stumbled on all those clues that got you to the Stone? The protections were laughable. They were obviously designed for you and your friends. In second year, there was the basilisk. Do you not find it strange that Fawkes came to help you, but Dumbledore didn't? Third year; Sirius. With all of his power, how come he couldn't give Sirius a trial? Forth year; the tournament. Did you really believe him when he told you that you have to participate? Fifth year. Detentions with Umbridge. Mind rapes from Snape. The prophecy. If you are truly meant to defeat Voldemort, why hasn't he given you any training? It's obvious that he has his own plans. Plans that might lead to your death. You have been used and abused for your entire life. You were vilified. They expect you to save them. With my help, we can survive. Who knows, I might even be that "power he knows not", though I wouldn't put that much credence in prophecy. What do you say, Harry?"

Harry only thought for a moment. What Chloe said was not new to him. To survive, he needed help. "Very well, Chloe. I accept."

"Good. Now, we should get rid of the evidence."

Harry walked towards the Ashrak and started to pat him down. He liberated a healing device, a hand device, a zat'ni'katel and the Hara'kesh. He fired at each body three times with the zat'ni'katel to destroy the evidence. Then, he made a whole in the ground and hid the Goa'uld devices.

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Chapter 1.

Scientific method.

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Dumbledore and a few Order members arrived a few minutes after Harry came back to his aunt's house.

"Harry my boy, you are safe," the old man said.

"What happened?" Moody asked.

"A death eater attacked me," Harry shrugged. "I cast a few stunners and I think I hit him. He stumbled, and then he disappeared. Am I going to be tried again?"

"No Harry. I'll take care of it."

"Are you going to let me leave this place?"

"I'm sorry Harry. This is still the safest place for you. I would ask you to..."

"Whatever," Harry interrupted the old man, not wanting any of his stupid excuses. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

The Order members watched in shock as the boy-who-lived snubbed Dumbledore.

"Where's Dung," Moody snarled. "It was supposed to be his day to..."

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Next day, Harry went back into the forest to recover the four Goa'uld devices. He put the hand devices on his right hand and gasped as he felt he was bursting with power. It was the same sensation he had when he got his wand, only stronger by an order of magnitude. He put the Hara'kesh on his left hand and the same thing happened again.

"They're like wands," Chloe observed.

"Better than any wand, I think."

Harry headed back to Privet Drive. When he got to his room, he performed a summoning charm and waited to see if someone would come.

When no one did, he performed a few more charms.

"It looks like the Ministry and Dumbledore can't monitor the Hand Device," Chloe said.

"Yeah. So, now what?"

"Now, we research the nature of magic," Chloe replied.

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Author's Note: Similar to "Snaked" from my Odd Ideas, but I thought it might be even more interesting if Harry had a real Goa'uld, not a Tok'ra. Someone to push him towards killing his enemies and lusting for power. Someone who would slap Harry to his senses when he tried to be a hero. Someone evil who...

Anyway I just had to write this.

I don't know if/when the next chapter will come.

Probably, this fic will not be too serious. I was thinking about a Harry/Luna pairing.

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