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Adventures in writing and quantum physics

So I may have mentioned that I am writing this crossover thing at the moment. And in this thing, I have some backstory that is relevant, but is not included in the story. And I was asked about it, and I think it's a pretty cool idea, so I wanted to share.


During the time the Goa'uld known as Seth began to gather his cult following, the wizarding world became aware of the existence of aliens. Along with SG1, several wizards fell under Seth's influence, and one was even implanted with a Goa'uld. Thanks to legilemency, the Goa'uld was quickly discovered and neutralized, but this led to the Wizarding world reaching out to the US government to demand answers. Statute of secrecy be damned - an evil alien in command of both magic and advanced alien technology could wreak untold havoc on both the muggle and wizarding worlds. Ultimately, there was an exchange of information. Several years later, when the SGC finally disclosed the existence of the Stargate program to selected world governments, James Potter was assigned the position of British military consultant/liaison, serving a dual role by reporting to both the muggle Prime Minister and the Wizengamot.

"But! James Potter died protecting his son in Godric's Hollow!" I hear you cry. Well, yes. Except. You know. Maybe those electrons were excited. Or not excited as the case may be. Who the hell knows. Schrodinger's cat had it easy. Also, I did not take enough advanced physics courses to write this shit, so I hope any of y'all who end up reading this are willing to suspend your disbelief when it comes to the higher maths... also, yes, in case you are wondering, I have been hitting the wine this evening, wheeeeeee!

Also, as I just wrote this delightful little scene, only a couple hundred words, but I'm really pleased with it, I'd like to share it with you. No, it won't ruin the plot in any way.

Draco was in awe.

As they walked, he realized the voices he'd heard early were coming from the city. If he concentrated, he could hear the murmurs of daily life in the forms of status reports and conversations, as if standing in a large room and inadvertently eavesdropping on discussions around him.

They had been walking down a corridor when he'd felt inexplicably drawn to a door. He'd stopped and waved his hand over a panel set in the wall beside it, and been gobsmacked when it opened before them. He'd noted the surprised look exchanged between Weir and Sheppard, but had been so delighted by the feeling of approval from the city, it simply hadn't mattered.

"What is that?" He'd asked in surprise.

"Transporter," Sheppard had replied, then ushered him away from it.

Dr. Weir had attempted to engage him in conversation several times, but he kept getting distracted by the voices, the amazing architecture, the exquisite stained glass insets and the glimpses of buildings outside through far off windows. She finally gave up and now simply walked beside him, an indulgent smile on her face. Even Sheppard seemed to be casually at ease, but Draco wasn't deceived – there was an alertness in his carriage that belayed his care-free manner.

Still, despite the bizarre circumstances he found himself in, he could not keep from staring in open-mouthed wonder as they climbed a set of stairs to reach a landing that looked out over a vast city surrounded by water. Before he realized what he was doing, he'd stepped out on to the balcony, right up to the edge of the railing, gawking all around like a firstie upon their arrival at Hogwarts. Jewel toned windows reflected back brilliant sunlight, and gleaming spires of smooth metal and glass rose gracefully into an intensely blue sky. His eye followed them up, and his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering double time. He might have fallen had he not braced himself against the railing with both hands, suddenly weak in the knees and utterly overwhelmed at the sight.

Sheppard was immediately at his side, a hand on Draco's shoulder to steady him. Draco finally dragged his gaze from the sky to find Sheppard's eyes and then glanced over at Dr. Weir.

"Are you alright?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"Potter was telling me the truth, wasn't he," he managed, voice hoarse as he looked back at Sheppard. It was a statement, not a question.

The colonel nodded. "Yeah. He was."

Draco swallowed and turned away from the astounding view of a hauntingly beautiful city and the two, utterly alien moons visible in the sky above it.

This entry was originally posted at http://shaddyr.dreamwidth.org/392407.html. Please comment wherever you want.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 20th, 2017 07:06 am (UTC)
Given you're writing an SGA/HP crossover, I think readers are going to expect a bit of timeline smudging, and will be totally fine with it *grins* Especially since you're a talented writer and will probably suck them right in!

Aw, Draco. So in awe of the city ♥
Aug. 20th, 2017 10:09 pm (UTC)
There has to be timeline smudging, given I'm trying to have this take place during '8th year'. Which technically should be 1998 or 99 or somewhere in there. And since the expedition didn't get to Atlantis till 2004, and weren't back in contact with earth till 2005... faugh.

I'm assuming that 8th year = Harry's Sophomore year at university. And I'm just ignoring what year it is in hopes that the readership will do the same.

And seriously - I would challenge ANYONE to walk through the city and not be overwhelmed by it. Especially hearing it talk to you. Yeah, even Draco would not be immune to that.
Aug. 21st, 2017 01:50 am (UTC)
This is really fascinating stuff. :)
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