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Dual Worlds	By : betsanne Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 12245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Dual Worlds
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
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- 2
Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Stargate. If you recognize anything here, then it doesn't belong to me. I make no money from this story.

Summary: WIP - Daniel has always wanted to be an archeologist right? Wrong! Daniel is keeping a secret from his friends that none of the SG-1 know about. What will they do when they find out that Daniel is really someone by the name of Harry Potter? What is so mysterious about him and why is he hiding? Daniel realizes that he needs to go back to the world that he had left behind. Is Voldemort really alive...again? In reponse to the HP/SG-1 crossover challenge made by Mikito on Silversnitch.
Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Some OOC behavior

Pairings: SS/HP(DJ), JO/RL, minor J/D
Dual Worlds

By Betsanne

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CHAPTER ONE

Daniel was staring at his computer in irritation. His eyes were burning and his vision was blurred. He leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was trying hard to decipher the language that SG-10 had found on PX5-583, but so far, he hadn't had any luck. He had been sure that he found the key, but he had been wrong. He had spent days working on it and he was beginning to think that for once, he might not be able to work it out.

"Oh, Danny," a voice called from the door of his office.

Daniel looked over and smiled wearily at his best friend. Jack was standing in the doorway, a grin on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. Daniel stared intently at the cup and he was salivating. He wanted that cup; no, he needed that cup. He had to have his caffeine intake.

"Jack," Daniel began slowly, "you care about me right?" he asked absently. His gaze hadn't moved from the cup of coffee so he missed the smirk that Jack threw at him.

"Sure I do, Danny, but you're still not getting my coffee," Jack said smugly.

Daniel whimpered as he watched Jack lift that wonderful smelling cup of life and took a sip. He licked his lips and sighed as Jack took another sip. Daniel knew that if he wanted a cup he would have to go get one himself, but he had hoped that his friend would've been kind enough to bring one to him. He sighed; he really needed to get his coffee pot fixed. It was an annoyance to have to go the cafeteria to get his coffee.

"Fine," Daniel said with a pout. "I didn't really want it."

Jack smirked at him and replied, "I'm sure you didn't. I came here to tell you to take a break. You've been working on that translation for days. You need to get out of the base. Go home, eat, take a bath, and relax. You can come back in a day or two and start over."

Daniel sighed in resignation. "I know. I think I have finally found a language that I can't decipher," he said with a pout.

Jack laughed merrily. "Daniel, there isn't a language out there that can defeat you. You're just tired. You need some rest. If you don't, your head is going to explode," Jack said with a grin.

Daniel gave him a sour look. He shut off his computer, stood up from his desk and walked over to his friend. "I guess I am a little tired," he said.

Jack snorted as he followed Daniel out of the office. "I'll say," he said. "Now go home. I don't want to see you for two days. SG-1 is on stand down for a week. Take the time to relax a little, would ya?"

Daniel grinned at his friend. "I will, Jack. We still on for pizza Friday?" he asked.

"Sure are. I might even get you to watch Lord of the Rings. One day Daniel, you will succumb to the urge. You know you want to watch it," Jack sing-songed.

Daniel snorted. "Jack, I have no interest in watching some stupid movie about magic," he said sourly, a grimace of disgust crossing his face.

"Danny, I have told you before, it's not about magic. It's about one man's"�er"�hobbit's struggle to fulfill his destiny. He bears the burden of destroying something that could bring evil into the world. Only he can do it, with the help of his faithful sidekick that is. It's a great story. You get to watch him as he tries not to succumb to the ring's influence. Plus, it has kick ass action. The fighting scenes alone make the movie worth watching," Jack explained excitedly.

"I'm sure," Daniel said flatly.

Jack sighed, shook his head and said, "I don't understand your reluctance in watching the movie. I was so sure you would enjoy watching it."

Daniel shrugged. "It's not something that interests me. Sorry, Jack," he said ruefully.

Jack smirked. "That's fine. We can watch Spaceballs instead," he said smugly.

He grinned at Daniel's groan. Daniel looked at his friend and shook his head. "Why you find that movie funny, I have no idea."

Jack looked offended. "It's a classic!" he exclaimed.

Daniel snorted and looked at the airman, who was watching them sign out, and grinned in amusement. The airman smiled back and rolled his eyes. Daniel could hear Jack mumble about having no respect.

"Yes, Jack," Daniel said soothingly.

They walked out of the base together and headed towards their cars. Jack looked over at Daniel in concern. "Will you be all right to drive?" he asked.

Daniel nodded, caught in the midst of a yawn. "I'll be fine, Jack."

"Maybe I should follow you home," Jack said worriedly.

Daniel sighed in annoyance. "I'm fine, Jack," he said sharply. "I'm a big boy. I think I can get home on my own. Stop mother-henning me."

Jack pouted. "I was just concerned," he said.

Daniel's expression softened and he grinned wryly. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just tired and my temper is a little short."

Jack grunted. "Go home, Danny. I'll talk to you later," he said. Jack walked towards his truck, yelling over his shoulder, "And no work! Relax!"

"I will, Jack," Daniel yelled in exasperation. He made his way to his car, got in and started it. He leaned his head again his seat, closed his eyes and sighed wearily. He couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to sleep for the next two days. Daniel started the car, pulled out of the base and made his way home.

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Daniel stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, wincing as he hit his thigh on the table. He had come home last night and collapsed in exhaustion. He had dropped off to sleep as soon as his body hit the bed. He slept for twelve hours before he finally woke up. He had a shower and was now on his way to make breakfast. He picked the remote off the counter and turned on the TV. He started to make his morning coffee while listening absently to the news reporter on CNN. He picked up his cup and took a sip, sighing in delight at the taste. He looked over at the TV as an emergency alert flashed on the screen.

"Breaking news alert! In a tragic terrorist attack in Little Whinging, England, three hundred were killed and several more hundred people were injured," Anderson Cooper said on the TV.

Daniel froze, his attention on the television. He felt chilled and he prayed that this was an actual terrorist attack, but his gut was telling him that it was more. His breathing grew shallow and panic began to claw at his throat.

"As of yet, no known terrorist cells are taking responsibility. It is believed a bomb went off in the middle of Little Whinging, which took out a gas line, therefore destroying the town itself. There are several mysterious deaths that police believe may have been related to nerve gas as there are no marks on the bodies. No one is allowed to into Little Whinging and there is no actual confirmation to the rumors that there might be biological welfare involved as well. It has been said that this attack reminds the British government of the mysterious attacks and deaths from several years ago. No one ever took responsibility for those attacks and they had suddenly stopped six years ago. The British government had hoped that they would no longer have to worry about the terrorists, but it looks like they were wrong. As to who is responsible, no one knows. I will continue to bring you more information as the story unfolds," Anderson Cooper said.

Daniel watched distractedly as the scene on the TV showed what was left of the small town of Little Whinging. The view was taken from a helicopter and he could see that the town had been leveled. Daniel swallowed hard at what he saw. His hands shook and he wondered who was to blame for this.

It had been years since he thought of them. Once he had left, he never gave them another thought. His family had hated him and they had been glad to see him go. He wondered if they had survived, but he knew with a sick sense of certainty that they hadn't. Why else would Little Whinging be attacked?

Daniel shook his head. It wasn't his problem anymore. He had nothing to do with it or that world anymore. He had done his job and he walked away from it all; his friends and those he considered family. While he missed his friends, he didn't miss the responsibility or the scrutiny. There was one who he missed the most, but he knew nothing would've ever come from it.

He had SG-1 now. His friends and family were those at SG-1 and it was his life's work. He knew that no one from his old life would recognize him now. He had made sure of that. He wasn't the right age and his appearance had changed. He had feeling that they would be looking for him soon, but they wouldn't find him.

Harry Potter was dead. In his ashes, Daniel Jackson stood tall and no one was going to take that life from him.

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Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Stargate. If you recognize anything here, then it doesn't belong to me. I make no money from this story.

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