Gate Child

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate. I make no money off of this.

AN: This story will be totally AU from the series. The only things I will be keeping are the people, and the concept.

CHAPTER 2

Jack walked into his house and saw that he had a message.

"It's Jenny. I have a little boy who needs a good home and a loving family. He seems like he would fit in quite well with your group. If you or some one you know would like to adopt him please let me know soon. I don't think he will react well here." After listening to the message he thought of his nurse friend. He knew she would only call if she had nowhere else to turn to. His mind made up he placed a call to the bass.

"General can you call the team together? I have something I need to discuses with everyone." Jack told his boss.

"You just got home Jack. What happened so soon after getting back?" General Hammond asked.

"I need to tell you all in person. I will be back on bass in half an hour," Jack stated.

"Can't it wait till tomorrow at least?"

"Sorry, but no it can't, General."

"Ok I will call your team and set up a meeting in 45 min."

"Thanks, sir." Jack said as he hung up

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45 min later

There were days General George Hammond wished, with almost everything he had, that he had never requested the "easy" assignment of protecting a seemingly defunct artifact hidden in a mountain. Hammond had been told he was just going to be overseeing the site being "phased out" and then he could finish his job at a desk. Two years later, Hammond was in the difficult position of being the head of the only line of defense between Earth and a multitude of extraterrestrial threats. He had to live with the immense pressure of his job, combined with the fact he couldn't tell his own family about what he did. Making sure the Stargate Command Center got the funding it needed, balancing the duties of a dozen off world teams, researchers, scientists and other assorted personnel, combined with a faction within the military who wanted things handled their way, was enough to drive anyone to drink.

Frankly, Hammond could handle aliens, creatures, viruses, robots and rogue military units without a problem. It was handling his prime SGC team that was driving him crazy. He looks around the table at said team. Teal'c, the powerfully built black man sat, his face impassive, as always, the gold plating on his forehead shining almost as much as his bald head. Captain Samantha Carter, wore a green fatigue uniform, and subconsciously brushed at her short blond hair. Daniel Jackson, the only civilian in the room, the dark-haired man's uniform was looser than the others, a green jacket with a dark shirt, his hands nervously pushing his glasses up his nose as he spoke. "OK so does someone want to tell us why we are back here so soon after leaving?"

Colonel Jack O'Neill smiled. The gray-haired veteran was apparently in high spirits, much to Hammond's annoyance. "When I got home earlier there was a message from an old friend of mine. We met when I was stationed in DC. My whole team had to attend a first aid refresher course with some of the other government employees. Jenny was the teacher's assistant. When the building went into lock down due to a bomb scary she was talking to my group. It was kind of nice to talk to someone on the outside without having to worry about security clearance. It was a shame that she left government work after the loss of her husband. She was a great asset the country. It didn't surprise anyone when she went to work in the orphanage she was raised in. I guess our loss is the children's gain. Any way during one of our conversations it came up that I work with some very unique people, and she joked that if she found out that one of her kids would fit in with us then she would call me. She is a nurse in McGregor Orphanage just outside of Fairfax, Virginia. She said that she had a little boy who would fit in well with us, but the thing is she sounded kind of desperate, like she feared for the child. Now I would like to go and meet with her so if some of you would also like to adopt a kid, you can come with me. General I don't know if I will adopt or not but I would like to request at least a few weeks to check out this kid and maybe have a chance at a family again."

"Consider you and your team on leave for the next three weeks. That way if any of the team wants to go with you they can."

"Thank you, sir. So who is going?" Jack asked.

"We all are Jack. One of us might like the kid as our own if you don't," Daniel stated after getting nods from the rest of the team.

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SG1 drove through a set of imposing wrought iron gates to an estate that only could be described as an old mansion and fairly run down. Some of the children stopped whatever they were doing and stared after the car. Others were trying to run alongside it, waving excitedly at them.

"What kind of orphanage is this?" Daniel asked as he looked around with a skeptic frown.

"Is it really for kids?"

"Yeah", Jack said. "I've been told that the house and the land surrounding it once belonged to this extremely rich old lady who loved children, and when she died, she wanted her house to be turned into an orphanage. Some of the kids here have already had their fair share of bad experiences."

They parked the car on a small parking lot right outside the big house. It didn't take long before a horde of children ran over to them, followed more reservedly by one of their care takers, a young woman in her older twenties. The children stopped a few steps away and let the woman approach the group alone while they whispered to each other and eyed the strangers curiously.

"Hi", the care taker said as she got closer and smiled brightly, holding out her hand. "I am Sarah, Nurse Jenny's Assistant. You must be Jack O'Neil and his Group?"

"Yes, we are", Jack said and took the offered hand in his. "I'm Jack O'Neil and these are my friends Sam, Daniel, and Murray."

"Well, Jenny asked me to show you to her office as soon as you got here, so if you please follow me, I'll take you to her." The team followed her into the building to a room full of younger children. "Wait here I will go get Jenny."

Jack walked through the room soaking in the scene. Children ran laughing and screaming through the play room. They all looked so happy. Suddenly he stopped. He saw a boy sitting in the corner on his bed. He couldn't be much more than two years old. He was quietly playing with some blocks. He walked closer and immediately saw what had caught his attention. The boy's eyes were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen. His hair was black and extremely untamed. Jack bent down so he was at eye level with the boy.

"Hi, my name is Jack, what's yours?"

The little boy looked at him and shrugged.

Jack smiled, "What is that you're playing with?"

The little boy held out one of the blocks to him with his little hand.

"For me?" Jack smiled as the boy dropped the block in his hand.

He stood back up and the little boy looked up at him.

"Leave?" The little child asked with hurt in his voice.

Jack felt his heart breaking for the child in front of him. He shook his head. "No."

The child smiled and held out another block for him. For the first time Jack saw the lightening shaped scar gracing the top of the boy's forehead. What had happened to this child?

"Ah, Jack I see you meet Harry," said a soft voice behind him.

"Hey Jenny. His name is Harry? Is he the one you wanted me to meet?" Jack asked.

"Yes to both. We can talk in my office, bring your friends. Hey Harry would you like to come with me and your new friend to talk in my office?" Jenny asked the boy softly.

Harry smiled at her and nodded. She took his hand and led them into her office. "Your books are in the same place sweetie."

"Sank oo" Harry said softly as he walked over to a low book case and sat on the floor to read on of the books.

"Ok, Jen tell us what you know about him."

"He came to use in the middle of November last year. Some one left this note with him," Jenny handed him the note.

Jack read the note:

This is Harry. He was born on July 31. He is a year old. His parents were killed by a member of organized crime. The employees of the criminal are still after young Harry. He has no other family. He would be in dangers if he stays with me. Please take care of him.

"Was there an investigation when he got here?" Jack asked as he handed the note to his team.

"Yes but they didn't find anything."

"So tell us about Harry," Sam said.

"Well he will be 2 in 4 months. He can read and is already potty trained. The older kids pick on him due to his speech and because when he gets upset weird things happen around him. The owners are starting to take an interest in him and that is never good." Jenny told him just as a bell rang, "Harry go eat." They watched Harry put his book back and joined the other children in the hall. "Ok, guys here is the situation. I don't trust the owners. I am here under orders to investigate them. While doing so I am also trying to get the at risk kids out of here. I haven't told my boss everything about Harry due to the fact I won't trust him to just anyone."

"What is it about this kid that requires such action?" Sam asked.

"Jack, do you remember when I went to visit my cousin in England a few years ago?" Jenny queried.

"Yeah, you said that it isn't safe over there with all the magical community at war. That took a lot to except. I mean I never even thought such things were really and to find out one of my best friends was raised in it was weird. Even though you can't due magic to see such things must have been amazing." Jack answered her with a grin.

"I don't doubt that," Jenny said with a grin. "On Halloween of last year the leader of the rebels attacked a family and killed the mother and father. The child survived a curse no one has ever survived before, and in doing so he destroyed the rebel leader known as Lord Voldemort. Now the entire society views the child as a hero. They call him the boy who lived. The magical community was told that the child was placed with his aunt at an undisclosed location. Harry is that child. I knew as soon as I saw the scar on his forehead. That is where the killing curse hit him."

"So you want him to have a normal live but also to have protection from the rebels," Murray clarified.

"His scar is a major identifier?" Sam asked.

"Yes and yes, that is if one of you doesn't mind raising a magical child?" Jenny confirmed.

"Not at all. He will just need training in both his magic and self-defiance," Jack informed her.

"I can give you contact information so that you can start his magical training when he is ready, and I am sure you can handle the self-defense. Thank you, guys, this means a lot to me. Now who will be the one adopting?" Jenny asked with gratitude.

"I will," Jack answered.

"Good, I will take you to Harry while I get the papers needed." Jenny said with gratitude.

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Walking into the lunchroom they walked right over to Harry and Jack sat down as Jenny told Harry that Jack would be spending some time with him while she went to deal with a few things.

"Hey Jack, we are going to look around for a bit. Call us when you're ready," Sam told him.

"So Harry can I ask you a few questions?" Harry just nodded. "Ok, what do you like to eat?"

Harry shrugged.

"Is there anything you won't eat?"

Harry shrugged.

"You don't feel like talking does you?"

Harry shook his head.

"Well how about a walk then and you can show me what you like to do here?" Jack asked.

"K" Harry replied quietly as he stood up.

"Aw ickle Harry has a playmate," one of the older children sneered. "Is he your special friend Harry?"

The boy seemed to shrink in on himself as big tears began to roll down his cheeks. He then ran out of the room. Jack glared at the teen before quickly following Harry. He found him under a tree in the far corner of the courtyard. Jack didn't even think when he grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled him over onto his lap. He struggled a little at first, but when he felt that Jack wasn't going to let go, he just gave in, buried his face against Jack's chest and started to cry harder.

Jack did the only thing he could think of that moment and wrapped his arms protectively around the boy, just letting him cry. He felt the little body shake by each sob that forced its way out and how his shirt got wet by Harry's tears. Softly he began to hum as he rocked the boy back and forth, soothingly caressing his soft hair. The melody was from a song his grandmother used to sing for him when he was a little boy. He didn't remember the words, but he would never forget the melody. He had always been calmed by it and hoped that the boy would be too.

After some time, Jack felt the boy relax a little and heard his crying subside. He took some deep breaths and lifted his head slightly so that he could dry his cheeks with the back of his hand before snuggling against Jack as close as he could get. Jack was a little surprised by this, but he felt that the boy needed it and therefore just hugged him close.

"Feeling better now, kid?" he mumbled in Harry's ear. Harry nodded and closed his eyes.

He looked down at Harry and suddenly he felt a great jolt in his heart. He didn't know how he knew it, but somehow, deep inside him, he just knew that Harry was the one. He was meant to become his son. There was no way Jack could let him go now. He was going to take him home, no matter what. He didn't care how many forms they had to fill or how many social workers they had to convince. Harry was going to be his.

"Harry, how would you like to go home with me as my son?" Jack asked quietly.

"waewee?" Harry asked.

"Really," Jack answered with a smile.