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Piercing the Veil	By : trudyw000 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8942 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate Atlantis, I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note : Thank you for your review AlwaysLove, hopefully this will clear up the crossover, if not next chapter will definitely. I finally got the revelation about what he does first when he gets there today which gave me the impetus to actually complete this chapter and post it. Hope you all enjoy and review.

Chapter 3

As one the team disassembling Sirius stopped their work and briefly conferred on an issue that was causing them some concern. Finally reaching a consensus their spokespresence formulated a question. 'What are we to do about his magical disability?'

The warm comforting presence, Sirius' self-appointed guardian angel focussed sharply on the words 'What disability?'

Confused the team working on Sirius conferred for an instant before conjuring a series of images from the earlier re-play of Sirius' life, each image showing him performing magic through the use of his wand. Sharp confusion replaced the normal comforting feeling and the question was conveyed easily to all still listening in, 'How did I not notice that? Why is a full grown man still using a training tool?'

The sparklingly curious presence now took an interest in the proceedings. Tuning into Sirius' unconscious mind it began to leaf through his memories searching for a reason why he would continue to use a wand into his teens and beyond. Thoughts and images began to form as the curious one kept up a running commentary on her findings. 'See the damage here, the scarring of the magical pathways, he should be a powerful wizard but his magical growth has been stunted by over use of his training tool, his wand.’ She searched deeper to find out why someone would do something so harmful. Curiosity turned to shock as Sirius' deeply ingrained belief that every wizard needed to use a wand to channel and focus their magic was uncovered.

'How did this happen?' the outcry rose up and the one who had been known as Merlin was pushed to the fore. Merlin had been the last of their kind to spend significant time amongst the wizarding peoples of Earth. He made all his memories of that time available for anyone who wanted to view them. He showed how he had taught the wizarding world to use wands as a training tool to channel the magic for young children as they first learned to focus their will and bend the magic to do their biding. He then showed the clear teaching that as children approached adolescence they should cease to use the wands as otherwise they risked irreparable damage to the pathways of magic within the body.

At some point in the intervening years those teachings had been lost. It may have been through laziness, after all magic was easier with a wand, even if it stunted the user’s magical strength. Or maybe someone had tried to gain an advantage for their own line by keeping the knowledge secret. However it had happened all understanding of correct teaching methods had been lost and generations of witches and wizards had suffered damage and reduced magical power as a result.

'Fix him!' came the instant decision and the team working on Sirius set to with a will. Their work load had just doubled but they were determined to still see to it that all damage to the wronged wizard would be repaired in good time to send him to his new home at the appointed moment.

Sirius struggled up from the depths once again, this time though it was easier, he was lying in a soft warm bed, 'whoa! That was some dream' he thought as he snuggled deeper into his pillow. Opening his eyes he looked around, sitting up he ran his hands over the familiar carved headboard. The walls were still covered with all his old Gryffindor banners and posters of scantily clad muggle girls draped artistically over a range of motorcycles covered practically every square inch of wall space. Golden light spilled through the tall window framed by long velvet drapes, augmented by the soft glow of candles burning steadily in the chandelier. This was his room, he was home.

Sliding his hand beneath the pillows he reached for his wand, surprised he groped further, where was that wand. Throwing the pillows aside he frantically searched the head of the bed for the slim wooden stick that he always kept close. Desperately he plunged his hand down behind the mattress before virtually falling to the floor to grope around beneath the bed. Where the hell was that wand, without it he was helpless, at the mercy of any wizard who wished him harm, and most wizards wished him harm! “Where is it!”

“You won't find it.” A calm voice broke in on his frantic search and Sirius whipped around to see who had spoken.

“Who are you?” Sirius asked the plump, motherly woman who stood in the middle of his bedroom softly smiling at him.

“Don't you recognise me?” a familiar feeling of comfort and safety washed over Sirius and he scrambled to his feet.

“You, you were in my dream.” He gasped, stunned.

“My name is Khala, we created this place from your memories. We hoped you might be more comfortable in a familiar environment.” The woman, Khala stood placidly, still projecting an air of calm.

“You created this place?” Sirius repeated, struggling to understand. Looking back over to the window he considered what he was seeing. The warm golden light flooded through the window, the light in this area of London was never that bright, that clean. Pushing himself to his feet he crossed the room and looked out. Instead of the rundown square with its patch of bedraggled grass, surrounded by grimy houses, some with broken windows and piles of trash out front he saw a clean, glowing nothingness.

“Well, at least the view is an improvement,” he joked turning back to face his visitor.

Khala gave a small smile before gesturing towards the two shabby armchairs flanking the empty fireplace. “Shall we?”

Sirius nodded his agreement and waited for his guest to seat herself before taking the remaining chair. “So, I’m assuming that that wasn’t a dream.” He gestured vaguely in the air before settling his elbows on the arms of the chair, hands clasped in front of him.

“No, not a dream. We have had a team working to repair your body, and as far as possible your mind...” Khala quelled Sirius with a single glance as he tried to interrupt her.

“Your body was severely damaged and so was your mind, we have repaired all that we could and we have given you all the information we can without over-taxing your brain...” again Khala had to break off to quell Sirius with a glare as he tried to interrupt.

“We do not have a lot of time before you go on to your new home, and I am here to answer what questions I can.” Khala settled back in her seat with an expectant expression on her face.

Sirius waited a moment to see if the woman had anything further to say. Deciding she had apparently finished he cocked an eyebrow at her, “May I speak now?”

“You may,” Khala inclined her head gracefully, a sly smile quirking her lips for a fleeting moment.

Sirius took an instant to muster his thoughts before speaking. Finally, taking a deep breath, he asked “you people keep saying I’m damaged, what do you mean by that? And where the hell is my wand?” Despite the deep breath Sirius’ frustrations quickly broke through his attempt at calm.

“Ahhh! I should have guessed those would be your main concerns, and to a certain extent they are linked. We have repaired the damage to your body and mind caused by twelve years in Azkaban. Poor nutrition, cold, damp cells and hard, stone floors to sleep on, not to mention regular visits from the Dementors had all taken their toll physically and on your sanity. We’ve repaired that damage, returned you to the state you should have been in without having endured those hardships. But your magic has also been damaged by excessive wand use, although you have actually suffered less in this respect than many adult wizards and witches alive today due to your time in that horrible place.” Khala explained as calmly as she could, although just thinking about the terrible state Sirius had been in when he fell through the veil made her so angry. She couldn’t help but wish that she had been one of those chosen to return briefly to Earth to reinforce the laws and teachings that the wizarding world appeared to have lost or abandoned.

“Excessive wand use? What the blazes are you talking about woman. My parents brought me my wand when I was eleven, just like every other child in our world. I used it during term time only throughout my school years at Hogwarts, and once I reached my magical majority I was able to use it whenever needed.” Sirius was both angry and confused, what the hell was this woman talking about. Everyone knew that wizarding folk needed to use their wands to do magic, how could usual use like that be considered excessive. It wasn’t like he was one of those lumps you occasionally heard about who sat all day in their armchairs and never lifted a finger unless it was to use their wand or feed their faces. It happened to some muggle borns, whilst most tended to do more by hand than your average wizard raised, some overcompensated. After growing up without knowledge of magic they let it take over their lives until they seemed to forget how to do anything for themselves and would literally starve to death if you took away their wands. “I’ve never abused my wand.”

“Calm down Sirius, let me try to explain.” Khala kept her tone even, what she was about to say would undermine the foundations of Sirius’ belief system and she knew that would be hard for the black-haired wizard to deal with.

“One of my, let’s call him a colleague, lived in the wizarding world a long time ago, before Hogwarts was even founded. He was known as Merlin, you may have heard of him?” Khala paused, waiting as Sirius acknowledged the question with a wry twist of his lips. Yes he’d heard of him, he’d been swearing by his name since his teens. “He taught the wizards and witches of his day how to use their magic, to make their lives better. He showed them how to teach their children to use wands from the age of around seven years to focus and channel the defuse magic in the air around them. By using the wands in the formative years the magical pathways are strengthened but they were taught to slowly reduce wand use as the children reached the age of eleven or twelve so that by the time they were fourteen years old they no longer needed a wand and all magic was done wandlessly. Somehow these teachings have become perverted in your society and in all wizarding societies on Earth. Children aren’t being taught magic until much later and so they need to work harder to open up the channels. Then continuing wand use after magical maturity leads to scaring of the magical channels. Scar tissue doesn’t flex and stretch like healthy tissue, it thickens the walls of the channels restricting the flow of the magic leading to reduced magical power.”

“That can’t be right!” Sirius was emphatic in his denial. “How could everything I’ve been taught, everything everybody I’ve ever known has been taught be so wrong? How could something so important be ‘forgotten’”

“That we don’t know, someone may have started rumours to scare people into changing the way that children were taught. They may have intended to stick to the proper way themselves to give themselves an advantage over others. Whatever it was the knowledge has been lost for generations from what we have been able to find out.”

Desperation coloured Sirius’ voice now. “What about Harry? He’s fifteen, nearly sixteen, is it too late for him, can you help him?” Sirius threw himself to his knees at Khala’s feet, reaching for her hands in supplication. “Dumbledore has some prophesy that says that Harry has to kill the Dark Lord but he won’t teach him anything, he won’t allow anyone else to train him. He just keeps putting Harry into impossible situations and waiting for the boy to get himself out of them. He’s survived this far, but how much longer can he go on.” Leaping to his feet Sirius flung himself away from the woman, coming to rest standing against the fireplace, back turned resolutely to the room as he used his fingers to surreptitiously wipe the tears from his eyes

Khala stood, reaching out to lay a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, tears sparkling in her own eyes at the anguish of the man before her. But then she stopped and allowed her hand to fall before it made contact. As much as she yearned to offer comfort she was required to keep a certain distance. Sirius would soon move on to his next destination and she would remain here, but there would be other humans joining him soon. She sincerely hoped that they would be able to offer the comfort and support that had been lacking for so much of this man’s life. Her voice was all business as she answered his question. “We have sent ambassadors to each of the major wizarding governments of Earth, they are under instructions to ensure that the correct methods are re-instituted and that damage to young witches and wizards is minimised as far as is possible. Harry is young, he will be fine.”

With an enormous effort of will Sirius pulled himself together and turned back to face Khala. “Tell your ambassador to beware of a knife in the back. Fudge won’t like someone coming in from outside and telling him how to run things.”

Khala cocked her head enquiringly, “Fudge?”

“The British Minister for Magic, he’s an incompetent fool, and worse he knows it and would do anything to cover it up and keep his job.” Sirius thought for a moment, “there are times I would almost swear that the man is a...but that cannot be.”

Khala wondered what the black haired wizard had been going to say but time was running short and so she let it pass without comment only saying, “Fudge, is that the man’s name, don’t worry, he has been dealt with.”

Sirius looked up at that, an almost gleeful gleam in his eyes and was eager to ask for more details but Khala stopped him. “Come, it’s time,” and she bustled him over to the door of the room.

Grasping the door handle she faced him one last time, “you will be alone at first but company will arrive soon, just make yourself at home for a few days until they get there.”

Sirius was soundly confused by now, “but where....”

“No time, hurry now,” and Khala opened the door to reveal what appeared to be the surface of a rippling, clear, blue pool filling the doorway.

“But...” Sirius tried again.

“No time,” Khala repeated and practically shoved him into the pool. The last words Sirius heard as he passed through the surface were “say hello to Lantia for me!”

A/N There you go, let me know what you think in a review.
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