Harry Potter and The Dimensional Portal

Chapter : 23

The camera was immediately spun to see where he went but could pick nothing up.

"What the... Hell?" exclaimed O'Neill.

"That should not be possible, either," added a surprised Carter.

The General, turning the video off, had the team of four return to face him. Once he had their attention again he said, "When we recovered the MALP we found the camera was working perfectly across all bands of light, both into the ultraviolet and infrared ranges. Whatever cloaking technology he's using, we couldn't pick him up."

"Well," said O'Neill, "He doesn't look like a demon to me. How is this so important a matter a team like SG-3 can't attend to it, Sir?"

Hammond smiled and returned, "It's the location of the planet that's the most concerning. It's C1S-204."

"C1―" stuttered Carter, suddenly sitting upright and looking more closely to her briefing notes. "Sirius?!" she exclaimed.

"Wow! Way to snark the General, Carter!" exclaimed O'Neill. "I think the General's being quite serious."

"No; Si-ri-US," said Carter, not even looking up as she read through the briefing notes. "The binary star Sirius, S-I-R-I-U-S, also known as the Dog Star, brightest star in the night sky, of the constellation Canis Major. Straight line, a little over eight and a half light years away. Astronomically, our second-most closest neighbour after Alpha Centauri; practically in our celestial backyard!"

"Precisely," said Hammond. "As it's so close and... as Major Carter pointed out... in our celestial backyard, I need my best team on this right away.

"Your mission is to go to planet C1S-204, find out who this individual is, question him, scout around to see if there are any others... especially Jaffa... and, if necessary, bring him back here."

"What if he's alone, as the Tok'ra believe him to be," asked Jackson, looking up from his own briefing notes.

"Then we just talk to him," said O'Neill. "If he can read English, I want to know how and why."

When talking stopped for a few moments, Hammond said, "Well? What are you still doing here? Go suit up!"

That had all four moving.

As they walked out the door, Jackson asked, "Colour?"

"Desert!" O'Neill called back from in the lead.

In a cylindrical house on the top of a hill near the town of Ottery St Catchpole, standing four floors up and one down and giving the appearance of a giant black rook out of a chess set with windows, a young lady of eighteen sat at a worktable in her bedroom on the fourth floor. It was Luna Lovegood at the Rookery.

She was currently going through, yet again, her set of scrapbooks she'd been working on whenever she had the time. Inside she'd carefully stuck in specific articles out of the Daily Prophet, wizarding Britain's only daily newsparchment, articles out of her father's semi-regular monthly newsparchment, the Quibbler, articles from overseas newsparchments, and other information she'd hand-written herself all related to information she was collecting. It was information she began collecting back in June 1996 very soon after Harry disappeared through the Veil of Death; also known as the Astra Porta, the Chappa'ai and the Stargate.

Suddenly she looked up and focused on something only she could see. As she sat there for a few minutes her expression slowly turned from one of focused intensity to one where she was relaxed and smiling.

"Not quite yet," she murmured. "But soon, Harry Potter. Welcome home."

She had work to do and time was running out.

After assembling in the gate room fully 'kitted and booted', as they say in the military, the four waited as the gate was dialed by computer for them. It wasn't as fast as using one of the Dial Home Devices (DHDs), but it still worked.

Once the seventh chevron locked in and lit up, the gate activated.

A moment later, the gate on 'Hadrian' also activated.

Harry, who was already back at his home to the north, Safe Haven, felt the alert on the Chappa'ai trigger.

As a slow smile spread over his face, he packed up what he wanted to take with him into either his moke-skin pouch at his hip or a quickly transfigured backpack, donned it, donned his 'Sorting Hat' lookalike hat and apparated to a spot that was under a hiding charm behind the gate.

Using his version of a Notice-me-Not, he quietly walked around the Chappa'ai to ensure for himself who was there. After all, it could have easily been more of those Jaffa blokes.

Instead, he saw four people. They were all dressed in what he thought was US Army uniforms. With the exception of the big black dude who was also carrying a blaster staff, the other three were carrying really short looking sub-machine guns, ready to shoot. Not wanting to get shot, he watched them and carefully listened as they talked to one another and scanned the area with their eyes.

The older white man with hair beginning to grey, demanded, "Anyone see anything?"

'English!' Harry happily thought. 'American accents, too!'

"Nothing yet, Sir," replied the blonde haired and only woman of the four.

"Me neither, Jack!" declared the brown hair stocky guy with glasses.

"I do not see him, but I believe him to be close, Colonel O'Neill," said the black guy.

As the black guy, though he was wearing the same desert uniform as the three others turned towards Harry's direction, Harry saw a similar symbol as those Jaffa he'd fought had on their foreheads. However, his was in gold.

'First Prime,' he thought. He'd already encountered Imhotep's First Prime on a few occasions. Killed the first one, too.

Harry knew this was the leader of the Jaffa. At least, the one who had his forehead tattoo in gold was the leader of the ones who invaded his planet. He captured him first and used his version of Legilimency to get the information he wanted. The trouble was, it also killed the man when he'd done it. However, while it was distasteful, he was already well past the feeling of revulsion and horror that he first suffered from by killing a man when he'd captured him.

He'd needed that information and, though he managed to pick up some of the language they used, couldn't communicate with it or understand what one of them said when they said something to him.

When he'd also used it on 'Glowy Eyes' he found out he was actually possessed, though didn't understand how. He also knew the man to be thousands of years old, so he'd had a good life. He'd considered himself a god and the Jaffa were his personal army and slaves. If there could be anyone considered more evil than Voldemort, it was that bloke. That was why he no problem killing him by …

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