#v. atlantis

[aheroic]

[[ starter for @iskupleniye who did not ask for it but is getting it anyway

John hadn't really been planning on returning to Earth, but he'd been ordered back along with the rest of the senior staff for debrief, and he really didn't have a way to avoid it. So, he took the awful three-week journey, and after two days of terrible, horrible meetings, he turned down a corridor and. Well. He was in a secure base under a mountain, but that was definitely his mother. Who he hadn't even sent a message to when they'd had the chance.

He stopped mid-step. "Mum?" And fuck, there was his accent coming back out after years.

[aheroic]

[[ yet another starter not asked for by @iskupleniye

It had been awful. Everything about the end of the war had just been... Unforgettably, unforgivably terrible. And he hadn't been able to deal with it any more. Not any of it. He'd run, and it was really just lucky that Natasha had been there to help him do it well.

Since then, there'd been a great deal of catching up to do to earn his fake high school diploma, and even more to learn and practice about being an American. But now, he'd been accepted by Stanford. And he was going to go. He'd figure out the rest as it came. "Mum? Tell me again that I can do this?"

[aheroic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Go read the fic, guys. I’m very invested in this.  So invested that when y’all didn’t immediately jump on writing with me in this verse, I started writing it all myself. 

My boy HP runs away to another galaxy and finds out he’s descended from aliens and the Statute of Secrecy can’t really be enforced in space.

Enjoy!  Leave comments!

[aheroic]

[[ starter for @iskupleniye

John had sent plenty of emails to his mother--about two or three per month, generally. He normally talked about work and asked after Teddy and teased her about Maria. He rarely spoke about his personal life. This email though, delivered about a week after he'd sent it, was short and full of nothing it normally was.

Hi Mom,

I got married yesterday. We'll see you at Hanukkah if we can get away. We might have a child with us--still discussing that.

-John

Rodney never emailed John's mother, but this week, about two days after John, though it arrived at the same time, he sent something that was hopefully clarifying, if still cryptic.

Hi Natasha,

I've been informed I'm invited to Hanukkah. Thanks. You don't serve tofurky for that, do you? Or citrus? John wouldn't tell me.

-M. Rodney McKay, Ph.D

[aheroic]

[[ plotted starter for @pureblooded

It had taken some doing, figuring out how to send letters into the wizarding world now that he was completely isolated from it and planning to stay that way, but Harry finally settled on sending them through his mother, as pathetic as that felt. Regardless, four and a half years after Harry had killed Voldemort and then run away, leaving nothing more than a scribbled note, a letter--carefully inked with a ball-point pen on lined paper--arrived via post-office owl to Ron’s home.

Ron,

Hi.  I know you’re probably furious with me, or at least you were.  Please don’t try to track the letter--that’s not what this is about.  I’m safe, I’m happy, and most importantly, I’m finally sure that my identity is secure enough that I can get back in touch without being found out. 

I’ve missed you.  You and Hermione.  Are you still together? I have so many questions. 

I went to university in America.  I’m using a different name now, but you wouldn’t believe how nice it was to go to school where teachers didn’t hate me and I was never kidnapped or tortured.  I wish you could’ve been there with me.  Hermione was right though--I should’ve studied Arithmancy instead of Divination.  I’ve been learning some of it now.  I’ve graduated though, and I’m learning to fly muggle airplanes now.  It’s almost as fun as riding a broom.

I’m not coming back.  I know you might hate me for that.  You have the right to.  I’ve made a life though,  where I can be just me, like I always wanted to be.  You know I hated being famous from the second I found out I was.  If you’d like to keep talking to me anyways, please send an owl back to the Washington DC post office.  PO box 1368.  Address it to whoever you’d like, so long as it’s not my actual name.  They can forward it to me from there.

I really hope you write me back, Ron.  I’d love to hear everything about your life and tell you everything that I’ve been up to.

Your friend,

Harry

[aheroic]

Verse: Atlantis

Newly healed scar, new name, new country. Harry, 17 years old and a newly-minted war hero, fled Britain. He couldn't take being reminded of everything every day, and without a complete education, he had basically no prospects. So, with the help of some discreet and sympathetic people, Harry starts over in America. As John Sheppard.

Flying is and always will be his truest love, so he got a degree in applied mathematics and then he joined the air force. Then he went to war. Then he didn't follow orders and got banished to transporting people back and forth across Antarctica.

Then John sat in a chair. He was more than a little alarmed when it did things no one else seemed to be able to make it do, very visibly and in front of a lot of very important scientists responding to his magic. But they didn't assume magic and they said they needed him and without enough time to really even consider saying 'no', he was dragged along on an intergalactic journey to the city of Atlantis.

And then, he somehow started another war.

(this verse pushes back the hp timeline by a decade)

(Harry was adopted by Natasha during his fourth year (he didn't notice) so Umbrige didn't last long, Remus was Defense professor again for most of that year, Sirius was killed in a separate scuffle with Voldemort's crew, and Harry killed Voldemort with a gun.)

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Verse: Atlantis

Newly healed scar, new name, new country. Harry, 17 years old and a newly-minted war hero, fled Britain. He couldn't take being reminded of everything every day, and without a complete education, he had basically no prospects. So, with the help of some discreet and sympathetic people, Harry starts over in America. As John Sheppard.

Flying is and always will be his truest love, so he got a degree in applied mathematics and then he joined the air force. Then he went to war. Then he didn't follow orders and got banished to transporting people back and forth across Antarctica.

Then John sat in a chair. He was more than a little alarmed when it did things no one else seemed to be able to make it do, very visibly and in front of a lot of very important scientists responding to his magic. But they didn't assume magic and they said they needed him and without enough time to really even consider saying 'no', he was dragged along on an intergalactic journey to the city of Atlantis.

And then, he somehow started another war.

(this verse is a crossover with Stargate: Atlantis and pushes back the hp timeline by a decade)

(Harry was adopted by Natasha during his fourth year (he didn't notice) so Umbrige didn't last long, Remus was Defense professor again for most of that year, Sirius was killed in a separate scuffle with Voldemort's crew, and Harry killed Voldemort with a gun.)

[enoughtroubleforalifetime]

If anyone wants Atlantis verse Harry, I would love that.

I’m actually here for the night, I think.