Title: Confused Memories (16/?)
Category: Drama, Romance, Crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)
Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.
Author's Notes: Name explanations come from Behind the Name. If you don't get the blatant foreshadowing in this part, then there is no hope for you.
Chapter 16: In which the etymology of names is discussed
For the second night in a row, he couldn't sleep. His bed was comfortable, his blankets warm, his room dark--yet he still could not sleep.
AJ stood. Throwing on the robes that he had Transfigured from an old curtain, and slipping on his shoes, he crept out of his room.
He wandered down the hallways, stopping occasionally to look at the sleeping portraits or to inspect the creaky coats of armor. They reminded him of the prophecy that Sarah had told them about earlier in the day.
They had spent the entire afternoon in the library, researching, but had still not come up with a firm place or time the prophecy would be fulfilled. Theresa Vector, the Arithmancy professor at Hogwarts, was working on a chart to see if she could pin it down. It would take a few days, though, before they got any results.
Sarah didn't remember him. At all. She seemed more deferential to him than to Clay, though. Perhaps, subconsciously, she did remember who he was. But did she remember who she was?
AJ sighed. What had happened to her? How had she gotten here? Oh, they said that she had Apparated--but why? When, exactly, had she gotten her memories switched? So many questions.
And, trite as it sounded, so little time. They had until "summer's end" to decipher the prophecy. Summer's end. That could mean the autumn equinox--nine days away, at his count--or Samhain. Was it the adopted Muggle term, or the ancient magical term, that was meant? And it said "by summer's end." So, either way, they had to be ready as soon as possible. By summer's end meant it could occur at any time--whatever it was. Webb, the paranoid one, had made that point. It was a valid one.
Where was Webb, anyway? He was probably with Sarah, discussing old times. Or maybe more than discussing...
AJ started pacing the hallway. He was acting like a jealous fool. He had no right to feel so damn... possessive. But he did, and it made him angry. He really needed somewhere to work this anger off.
He stopped in his tracks. Slowly turning around, he saw a door that hadn't been there before. Hearing footsteps echoing down the corridor, he opened the door and stepped inside before his conscience could stop him.
He closed the door. In front of him was a full weight machine. Off to the side, there was a punching bag with a pair of gloves. He pulled his robe off, leaving him in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He began working off his anger, his nervousness, his jealousy.
"I see you have found the Room of Requirement," AJ heard a voice say. He spun around, fists up. He relaxed.
"Headmaster. I'm sorry; I couldn't sleep..."
"And decided to go exploring. I did that many a time when I first began teaching at Hogwarts. It is an amazing place, is it not?" Albus began searching through his robes as he spoke. "Especially this room. It will give the finder whatever he needs most at that moment." He stopped and pulled out a small bag. "Ah. Here we are. Lemon drop?"
"No, thanks," AJ declined.
"You know, Albert, there are very few things in life that last. Once you leave this room, it will go back to what it was before, awaiting the next person to require its abilities."
"And what does it look like when nobody's using it?" AJ asked.
"No one knows," Albus said, smiling. "It only appears when it is in use." He wandered over to a bookshelf that had suddenly appeared. Pulling a large book down, he began to flip through it.
"One of my favorite pastimes--etymology. Of course, a man as old as I am has many pastimes to enjoy. But etymology is particularly fascinating. The words we use today are all derived from the ancient languages--Greek, Latin, Germanic tongues. Have you ever wondered where your name comes from?" AJ just watched the old wizard in interest. He smiled in disbelief. The old man was completely batty.
"'Sarah--means "lady" or "princess" in Hebrew. This was the name of the wife of Abraham in the Old Testament. She became the mother of Isaac at the age of 90.' Your Sarah is certainly a princess, is she not?" Albus asked, smiling. AJ just raised an eyebrow.
Albus continued blithely. "'Jethro--From the Hebrew name Yithro, which was derived from the Hebrew word yether, meaning "abundance". Jethro was the father of Moses's wife Zipporah in the Old Testament. A famous bearer of the name was Jethro Tull, an inventor and agriculturist from England.'
"Did you know that our first names share the same root? It is quite interesting." He turned the pages of the book, then set it on a nearby table. "Well, it is getting late; or should I say early? It's time for this old man to be getting to bed. Good night, Albert Jethro." He smiled, eyes twinkling, and left the room.
AJ watched as the peculiar wizard left. Pulling his gloves off, he casually walked over to the open book on the stand. His eyes widened as he read the entry.
"ALBERT m English, French
Pronounced: AL-burt (English), al-BER (French)
From the Germanic name Adalbrecht, which meant "bright nobility". Composed of the elements adal--"noble", and beraht--"bright". It was introduced to England by the Normans. This name, in its various forms, has belonged to kings of Belgium and Germany, as well as others among European royalty. Other famous bearers include the physicist Albert Einstein, creator of the theory of relativity, and Albert Camus, a French-Algerian writer and philosopher."
'Bright nobility... The noble one will rescue the princess from the tower...'
His head snapped up as the door opened again.
"AJ? I saw the light and wondered who was in here," Sarah said softly.