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Chapter 2: The God Within
🕑 Added 2023-05-31 17:10:06 +0000 UTCPain.
Like nothing Harry had ever felt.
It tore through his skull, sharp and unrelenting, as though his head was being split open from the inside. It made the pain he had suffered during his fifth year from Voldemort's mind-link seem like a paper cut.
Then he felt it—a second presence in his mind. Strong. Arrogant. Alien. It was trying to take control of his thoughts, to dominate him completely. Stronger than the Imperius Curse, more invasive than Legilimency. But Harry had experience in mental warfare. After all, he had shared a link with Voldemort for years. He had learned to resist.
The creature-the snake that had entered him—began secreting a strange substance into his bloodstream. Unknown to Harry, it was naquadah, a mineral that allowed Goa'uld to bond with hosts and control technology. As it spread through his body, it began to repair damage, closing wounds, healing torn muscles, even easing the pain in his skull.
But Harry used the moment of clarity to fight.
The Goa'uld struck again and again, but Harry matched every mental assault with his own. Soon, a stalemate formed—neither able to gain dominance.
Then something changed.
The creature had started metabolising his blood—and unknowingly, it had come into contact with basilisk venom, still lingering in Harry's system from long ago. The venom was subtle but lethal. The Goa'uld began to weaken.
Harry saw his chance.
With a surge of will, he threw everything he had at the intruder. The combination of his mental assault and the venom finally pushed the parasite into unconsciousness. As naquadah continued to stabilise his body, his magic—no longer needed to keep him conscious—returned to him in full.
Too much, too fast.
He collapsed again, falling into unconsciousness.
Inside Harry's Mind
While his body rested, Harry's subconscious lit up like a supernova.
His magic, now unbound, coursed through every neuron, every memory, every fibre of his being. It detected not one, but two parasitic signatures. One new, one old.
The new one—the Goa'uld—was weak, nearly dead.
The old one? A fragment. Ancient. Dormant. A remnant from Harry's unwanted connection to Voldemort's Horcrux all those years ago.
Harry's magic decided to deal with the Goa'uld first.
It swarmed the presence, shattered its consciousness, and absorbed its knowledge, memories, language, and history, all of which were copied and stored in a hidden vault within Harry's mind. Only then did it proceed to the older fragment, treating it in the same manner. The Voldemort-taint was burned away, leaving nothing but residual echoes and knowledge.
His mind reorganised itself, forging new neural pathways. Synapses fired at speeds no human brain should handle. His brain should've ruptured several times over—and it did. But the combined efforts of magic and naquadah healed each aneurysm as fast as it occurred.
If someone had been monitoring his brain activity, it would have looked like a storm of electricity—a god waking up.
Outside – Jaffa Territory
When Harry collapsed, the Jaffa had assumed their god had simply passed out after a difficult possession. Rare, but not unknown. They acted immediately, as trained.
They lifted his body with reverence and carried him through the Chappa'ai—the Stargate—back to his temple. He was laid upon a golden bed in his chamber, attended by servants, and guarded by elite warriors.
Five minutes later, the First Prime arrived.
"What happened?" he barked at the guards at the door.
"Our god has taken a new host," one answered. "He is resting."
The First Prime nodded, entered the chamber, and inspected the body. He returned moments later, more relaxed.
"You will guard this chamber until My Lord regains consciousness," he ordered. "Additional guards are en route."
Then he was gone.
Harry's POV – Waking
Harry awoke with a groan. He was lying on a soft, luxurious bed in a room more lavish than anything he had ever seen. Gold walls. Ancient Egyptian décor. Symbols he didn't recognise—but somehow understood.
A gasp drew his attention.
A young woman—dressed like a servant—stood in the corner. Their eyes met. She bowed deeply and fled before he could speak.
He sat up slowly, feeling weak but functional. The chamber was vast; the Dursleys' entire house could have fit inside it. And stranger still, it felt... familiar.
His chamber.
Why do I feel like I belong here?
His mind supplied the answers before he could finish the thought. Names of artefacts, purposes of devices, protocols—things he had never learned, but now somehow knew.
Then the door opened.
A man entered and knelt at the foot of his bed.
"My Lord," he said, "you are awake. You've been unconscious for five days."
Harry's mouth moved before he could stop it.
"Yes... This host took some time to control. But I succeeded."
Where did that voice come from? That certainty?
The man—his First Prime, he somehow knew—nodded.
"Of course you did. You are a god."
"My Lord, Ra has requested your presence on Abydos," the First Prime added.
Harry stiffened.
Ra.
He had just gained a body and was already being summoned by one of the most powerful Goa'uld in the galaxy.
"When?" he asked.
"Tomorrow morning."
Harry sighed. "Very well. I need to rest. Prepare for the journey. And bring food—I'm starving."
The First Prime bowed deeply, then exited without turning his back.
Harry exhaled and let the mask slip. Inwardly, he was panicking.
He had followed the conversation, yes—but only because his mind had filled in the blanks. That Goa'uld knowledge was still in him. But it wasn't him.
Not really.
He needed answers. Now.
He closed his eyes and focused, meditating as he had been taught. Soon, he stood in the landscape of his mind—on a floating rock in space, with Hogwarts in the distance. Two pathways stretched before him: one marked Old, the other New.
He chose the New.
The path took him to another floating island—this one crowned with a great pyramid. Inside, he was hit by a wave of memories—not his own, but the Goa'uld's. A flood of images, languages, and commands. Rulers, wars, and enslaved people. Stargates and empires.
He almost fell to his knees but caught himself.
He couldn't process it all—not in time.
So he asked for help.
A pedestal rose from the ground. On it sat a thick tome, inscribed in glowing glyphs.
He opened it. A wave of knowledge poured into him—filtered, ordered.
The Goa'uld were parasites who ruled over humans by posing as gods. The creature that attacked him was one of them, and now, by their reckoning, he was their new god.
Harry took in as much as he could. Names. Protocols. Technology. Ra's politics.
He had until morning.
When he awoke, it was night. A lavish meal had been prepared while he meditated. He ate, feeling stronger.
Tomorrow, he would face Ra.
He still didn't fully understand how he'd survived the possession, or why the Goa'uld hadn't destroyed his mind.
But he had a chance now. A role to play. And maybe... a war to fight.
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