Harry Potter and the City of Atlantis
Harry Potter and the City of Atlantis
Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis
“Everyone shut up,” Rodney McKay said as he entered the SGC briefing room where the major players of the soon-to-be Atlantic Expedition were meeting.
“Mr. McKay,” Dr. Weir started only to be interrupted.
“Doctor,” McKay said, cutting off what the annoying woman was going to say.
“What?”
“Doctor, I have two Ph.D.’s. TWO!” Rodney snapped, “Miss Weir.”
“Doctor Weir,” she responded as diplomatically as possible. McKay stared at the woman waiting for her to acknowledge him properly.
“Doctor McKay, what did you want that you so rudely interrupted,” Doctor Weir asked.
“Hogwart!” Doctor McKay said as he looked at all the rest of the people in the room.
“Hogwart’s?” A soldier McKay did not know asked, looking at McKay with his head tipped down, but his eyes aimed upwards, looking at him sideways.
“YOU!” McKay yelled, pointing at the soldier.
The soldier just silently pointed to himself.
“Yes! You!” McKay said as he made his way further into the room, pushing people out of the way.
“Doctor McKay!” Doctor Weir loudly spoke up, “Do I need to tell you every time you are rude?”
“Shut up!” McKay responded to the annoying woman, “What do you know of Hogwart?”
“Hogwart is a flower,” the soldier stated, “also called goatweed.”
“That is not what I am asking about, and you know it,” Rodney yelled at the soldier, poking him in the chest. “H-O-G-W-A-R-T”
“International Statute of Secrecy of 1692. I cannot legally tell you,” the soldier stated with a sigh.
“Let me tell you what I know,” Rodney said, “Almost everyone in this room has the ATA gene, including me, except you…refuse to be blood tested for it. You proved you have it by being able to work the chair, but….”
“It’s against my religion to give blood,” the soldier responded.
“It’s because we all have partial genes; you have the full gene, don’t you?” Rodney asked, looking at the soldier, “my cousin’s son also has the full gene.”
“Which is how you know about Hogwarts, H-O-G-W-A-R-T-S, with an ‘S,’ by the way,” the soldier responded.
“My cousin, Lily, she and her husband were murdered when her son was a baby. Her sister, Petunia, also my cousin, has been raising him. I went to England to say goodbye only to have her shove her nephew at me and tell me all she knows of the Wizarding world. A world that is hidden within our own world. She did not want her nephew to remain in Britain. She wants him to come with us. The ancients are still on Earth, aren’t they soldier. My little soon-to-be 13-year-old cousin is an Ancient, isn’t he?”
“What? Wizard?!” Doctor Weir asked incredibly.
“Shhh! The big boys are talking,” Rodney pointed at the annoying one.
“My cousin was essentially kidnapped at eleven and forced to go to their school for ten months out of the year against his aunt’s wishes. For two years in a row, he has come home, bruised, having been attacked at the end of the school year; on top of that, this year, he returned with a gigantic scar on his tiny arm where he was bitten by a giant poisonous snake. Wizard kind are Ancients, aren’t they?” Rodney asked manically.
“Maybe,” the soldier said hesitantly. “If they are, they don’t remember.”
“They use the name Merlin like we use the name God.” Rodney said, still eye-balling the soldier, “and we know Merlin was an Ancient.”
“Who is your cousin?” the soldier asked.
“I think you already know who my cousin is, don’t you, soldier?” Rodney replied. “Who kidnaps children when their responsible guardian refuses to allow them to go to their ‘special’ private school,” Rodney said as he threw quotation marks in the air using his fingers around the word special.
“There are many schools; he should have been given an option; there is an option to bind his abilities if the parent/guardian refuses to allow him to learn,” the soldier replied reluctantly.
“My cousin was refused an option. She was told he HAD to go to Hogwarts. What does that tell you.” Rodney snarked.
“Well, all us American’s do believe that Dumbledore is an asshole,” the soldier snarked back. “Harry Potter?”
“Yes,” Rodney replied.
“Fuck,” the soldier responded back.
“Petunia thinks this Dumbledore person would do anything to control Harry. Including kill. She believes that he is grooming Harry to be a child soldier, a martyr for whatever his fucking cause is. So she wants him out of his grasp,” Rodney said as he watched the soldier, pointing at Weir, “make it, so my 12-soon to be 13-year-old cousin can come to Atlantis with us.”
“I can’t just add a child to a mission that we might not return from,” Doctor Weir gasped, still trying to figure out the conversation that was going on.
“I can,” the soldier replied.
“Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard!” Doctor Weir cried out in indignation.