I do not own anything of either Harry Potter or Stargate  Thanks
to the stories Oma's choice, The Next Great Adventure, and
Fighting the Gods. These are all really good Hp/SG crossovers
and if you haven't read them, I encourage you to do so, they
were part of what inspired me to (finally) write this fic.
July 3, 1987  Little Whinging Public Library  Harry wasn't a
very sociable child. Where other children often spent their time
running around and screaming at the top of their lungs, he spent
most of his time in the Library, his Sanctuary.  At school, he
had no friends, no real mentors, no one that really cared what
he did. He was 'that troubled child', the one whose parents died
from drinking and driving and was taken in by the Dursleys out
of the goodness of their hearts.  He scoffed at the thought. The
Dursleys had no hearts. Petunia and Vernon were married, but
they did not truly care for each other. He could see it, the way
that they had no shows of affection for each other, while they
gushed over their