Crossover: Stargate SG-1 / Harry Potter

Categories: AU / Timetravel

Description: In the end of Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter have accidentally traveled 40mlns year back in time and met Ancients as they start their expansion into the Universe. Follow his adventures as he goes through the time to face his destiny. Ancient Harry, Immortal Harry.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to their respective owners. I don't own nor Harry Potter and neither Stargate. However, the story itself is mine.

AN: I apologize for a) some inconsistencies in writing style (English is second language for me) and b) mess-up with chapters, I am still getting used to how this whole publishing on works.

Chapter 1

(extract: Harry Potter and Sorcerer's Stone)

It was Quirrell.

"You!" - gasped Harry.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."

...

- Use the boy... Use the boy...

Harry Potter was horrified more than he ever was before, not even Uncle Vernon in the moment of the most purple-faced rage has given him that much fear. The whisper which answered to professor Quirrell had seemingly come from professor himself. But it wasn't professor. No, the voice was different, it was not human. A voice from the nightmares. Weakly, Harry has walked towards the mirror and stared at his pale and scared looking reflection. Suddenly, the reflection Harry smiled at him. It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the stone back in its pocket — and as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. He has somehow gotten the stone.

"Well?" - asked Quirrell impatiently. - "What do you see?"

And at that moment Harry suddenly understood it clearly and without a doubt that whatever he would be telling next would decide his life.. or death. Here he was - finally out of Dursleys house, at Hogwarts, whole new world, magical world at that, the world his own parents belonged to, as opposed to what Aunt Petunia told to him about them, the world where he could have friends, yes, definitely friends, and hobbies, and study without the fear of his cousin Dudley's bullying, and have fun and play games - like the usual person, and not be a freak.. But he stood in front of a dark wizard, who was going to kill him as soon as he got the stone, and then.. then everything would be finished. And as the realization of the situation he was in hit him Harry suddenly wished it all gone. With all his power he wished to be away, away from Dursleys and their household chores, away from the magical world and the dark wizards, pompous pureblood bigots like Malfoy and sadistic teachers like Snape.

And the mirror reacted. It was its purpose after all to show the deepest heart desires. The image in the mirror has flickered and changed to show some other place. As Harry was continuing to wish to get away his magic flared and visibly exploded out of him. The wave has encountered the mirror on its way and ripples went all around its surface, and then a loud cracking sound rang through the room. Rippling in the mirror has intensified and then another wave of magic flew, this time originating from the mirror. Harry felt the hot sensation on his leg, where the pocket containing the Stone was, and briefly wondered if the Stone has somehow reacted to the magic before he felt himself pulled into the mirror.

Quirrell, flung aside by the wave of magic, though startled by the sudden and rather volatile magical reaction, nevertheless reacted fast, as fast as he could... but not fast enough. He has managed point his hand in direction of Harry and snap his fingers with intent to freeze Harry and stop him from whatever he was doing, but it was too late as the boy was already in the process of getting away.

The spell cast by Quirrell has connected with the magic of the transportation right before Harry disappeared. The last thing he remembered was the absolute rage on the face of professor, and he thought it was funny how much trouble Quirrell was in by failing to complete the task of his master once again. And then there was nothing.

Lord Voldemort has risen from his position near the wall, controlling the body of Quirrell and started cursing everything in his sight in rage. Explosions rocked the dungeons, blobs of acid started to eat away at the walls and parts of ceiling started to fall down. One of the spells destroyed the mirror of Erised, which has resulted in a shower of glass shards. The block of stone right above Quirrell's body has started falling down and Voldemort raised his face to look at it. Red eyes have glowed maliciously as the Dark Lord fled the castle in his spirit form, leaving the crushed body of his failure of a servant behind. The Stone was lost to him and he had nothing of interest in Hogwarts anymore, especially with Dumbledore already on his way. No, he had to retreat and make other plans for coming back.

Slowly the darkness retreated and white ceiling came into the view. Reluctantly waking up Harry tried to feel around for his glasses on the nightstand. Failing to find them and failing to find nightstand itself as well, Harry puzzled about where exactly he was while groggily sitting up. It wasn't his bed at Gryffindor dormitories proven by the fact that the nightstand on which he kept his glasses was not nearby, and neither was it the Hospital Wing, or else Madam Pomfrey would already be bustling around asking how he was and checking herself without waiting for answer.

Blinking several times Harry looked around and noticed he was in unknown room which aside of the bed he was sleeping on was bare of any furniture. And then the memories of events prior to his unconscious state appeared in his head. Immediately his hand went to his pocket and to his surprise he felt the Stone lying in there. Taking the Stone out of the pocket Harry stared at it captivated by the depth of colors as the rays of light entered the stone.

By itself a memory of conversation sprang in his mind – Hermione frantically flipping through the pages of a huge tome and finally finding what she was looking for.

"Nicolas Flamel", - she paused dramatically, - "is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Harry chuckled slightly remembering the looks he and Ron gave her at that point.

"Oh, honestly, don't you two read? The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

Feeling awe at holding the legendary artifact in his hands his thoughts wondered on the possibilities of having the Sorcerer's stone in his life. But then he snapped out of those thoughts as he remembered exactly what gold riches would bring to him – more fame. Harry hated being famous and having the constant attention wherever he went to or whatever he did, even if he wasn't doing anything spectacular at the moment. Plus, the Stone wasn't even his, it belonged to Nicolas Flamel and he needed to return the artifact to its true owner.

This thought however brought Harry out of reverie. He placed the stone back in the pocket and glanced up just in time to see the door opening. A man and a woman have entered the room talking between themselves in some strange language Harry did not recognize. They appeared to be glad he was awake as they proceeded to ask him multitude of questions. At least he thought those were questions as he didn't understand even one word of what they were saying.

"Excuse me, please." – he tried to make them understand that he didn't know their language. – "My name is Harry, Harry Potter. I am very grateful that you took care of me while I was unconscious but I don't understand a word of what you are saying."

The couple looked startled at the sound of English and stopped asking him questions, or what he assumed were questions. They conversed quietly between each other and then looked at him expectantly.

"My name is Harry." – he tried again pointing at himself. – "Harry Potter."

They seemed to understand that. Woman has pointed at him and said – "Harry?"

He nodded. – "Yes, I am Harry."

The pair exchanged glances and smiled at him encouragingly.

It took him several months to learn some of the language those people spoke in. At first it was very hard and frustrating to be unable to explain what he wanted to say to them by using only gestures. However, gradually he was able to pick up on some words and phrases, and using them start to communicate with his minders. It helped a bit that some words sounded similar to the Latin, not that Harry knew a lot of Latin, but he did study in Hogwarts for one year.

Talking with Gayana and Toren he found out that he was not in Scotland, England or any other place he knew about. And, apparently, no one in here knew those places as well – which baffled him to no end, because frankly – even for magical world it would be strange to end up in some place you never heard of, where no one ever heard about where you come from. Harry managed to find out that he appeared suddenly and unexpectedly from what they called Astria Porta. He didn't know what it was but his level of language did not allow him to ask or understand more details, and so he resolved to learn about it at a later time.

His days were spent in learning the language with Gayana, as well as trying to help Gayana to cook (she was shocked to find out how good he was and how fast he learned her recipes), learning to use various devices from Toren and getting to know the culture of the people. It was another thing that eluded him – these people had incredible level of technology, technology which was far ahead of anything he ever seen or heard of in his life. And, at the same time they were clearly magical – he has once seen Gayana healing the cut Toren accidentally made while cooking by a simple touch and concentration.

It was very often that he was found cursing himself for not learning more of magic at Hogwarts, for lazing around with Ron instead of reading more of magic that could be potentially useful... useful like in situation he was in. He resolved to take his education more serious now and was putting all his effort into his best at everything, always trying to learn more, asking questions, sometimes stupid to the great amusement and satisfaction of both Gayana and Toren.

Of course, Harry missed his friends and wondered what was happening to them and how they took his disappearance. But the difficulty of what he was learning, as well as shear amount of it took all his concentration every day all day long, until he would fall asleep in the evening. He thought that he really needed to learn fast to be able to understand what happened to him, and what to do next.

And so, it was to his great relief around one year later that he finally passed the last of the tests given to him on the language knowledge. He was feeling a deep sense of satisfaction by having achieved good results within only one year, considering that at the beginning of said year he was only able to guess meaning of some words and communicated by gestures and mimicking.

That day when they had a dinner Harry wore a constant smile on his face, which did not seem to escape attention of his surrogate family (yes, about 3 months ago he finally accepted the fact that those people who cared for him and spent so much time and effort to help him were like a family – after which they had a very important talk with both Gayana and Toren which ended with them "adopting" him). The reason of that smile was a promise made by Toren that as soon as Harry have successfully learned the language he would be allowed to talk to the Council (the ruling body of those people) about himself and his arrival to this place, as well as his future standing in this society.

It was mentioned sometime before that the scientists have determined the particulars of his arrival and assured him that returning back was difficult if not impossible process, but explanation of the details was postponed until he could reasonable understand it. Not that Harry minded – of course, he was interested in what happened to him and getting back home, but – he was having a new home here, in this place with these people. And also between his everyday lessons and spending time with a group of people his age that he befriended in the few past months – it has been taking all his time.

The next day Harry was schedule to meet with Council and finally find answers for many questions that plagued his mind. He was preparing for that meeting for a long time by now and had constructed a list of questions he had for them. But preparing for the meeting and actually being ready for it are different things, so he was reasonably nervous as the time went on. Finally, with his eyes closing and mind drifting to sleep Harry Potter wondered how many changes the next day would bring into his life.