Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the Star gate franchise.

Sandy McKinnon's head turned at the sound of the door chime ringing, not out of curiosity, but reflex. A by-product of years and years working as a Waitress in the run down roadside Diner simply called 'The Falcon', unoriginally named for its location within the unremarkable ville, soon to be absorbed into the growing city that was Colorado Springs. With a weary 'Welcome' that held a hint of warmth despite the fatigue she was feeling Sandy greeted the 7th customer of the day. It was almost eleven, so that number said a lot about the state of the business.

The individual that trudged inside didn't look out of the ordinary. His clothes were perhaps a bit outdated, not to mention out of season (it was late Fall after all) Sandy continued wiping down tables and clearing plates, mindful of where the newest guest chose to sit. With practiced efficiency she snatched a dog-eared menu and approached the…man? He looked young. Definitely under 20. A slight frame too. Mentally she adjusted her view of him. The kid looked tired, just like she did. And Sandy wasn't talking about a bad night's sleep. That look was all too familiar to her. She saw it almost every day, In the eyes of hardened men (and a few women) who called the roads their home. Truckers who spend far too much time away from home and their families.

Thinking he won't be one for much small talk, she placed the laminated sheet in front of him and smiled softly. His eyes were an unusual shade of green, she thought. With difficulty she broke eye contact, chastising herself for ogling at the young man. After all, she was closer to thirty than twenty.

"Coffee Honey?"

The oddly handsome stranger nodded with a faint smile of his own. Sandy wondered what his story was. Maybe a rough night? It was a Saturday after all. Or maybe he broke up with his girlfriend?

The door chimed again, admitting two men. 'Hmm' the waitress hummed. 'It was going to be a busy lunch if this kept up.'

"…I'm telling you Teal'c, the fish in that pond was huge. Like it was the alpha fish. The First Prime of fish!" The man held his arms far apart, a very exited look on his face. "Trust me big guy, it'll be fun."

The exited chatter from the middle aged one was like a breath of fresh air in the gloomy depressing eatery. His dark and very large friend remained silent, though a single perfectly maicured eyebrow rose in both question and somehow mockery.

The salt and pepper haired chatterbox seemed to notice this as well. "You don't believe me, do you?" He cried in an obviously false hurt voice.

Across the room, unseen by both the waitress and the two newcomers the Black haired teen smirked. That man reminded him of someone. A year ago that thought would have caused him to spiral into guilt and sadness. Fortunately those days were behind him. Regardless, he made the connection and peeked up from the menu he'd been studying, hoping in vain to find something that he hadn't already eaten a dozen times before in the previous weeks.

The large one was wearing a hat, which wasn't unusual. While it wasn't snowing yet, the beginnings of what was forecast to be a cold winter was creeping closer to Mountainous State with each passing day. But now, even inside the warm Diner the man made no attempt to shed the insulating headwear. The nice Waitress with the curly brown hair returned with a steaming cup of the black liquid he'd come to like since arriving in the US of A. He'd never been much of a tea drinker, but this stuff, when brewed right was like a godsend.

With reluctance Harry selected the special, not because of cost but so he could pick away at whatever tickled his fancy today. Shifting on the squeaky vinyl seat he felt the edges of a letter poking him in the side, as if to remind him of its presence.

'Probably another 3 page double sided number 6 font behemoth from Hermione', he thought with a snort. Merlin only knew how she could use a single paragraph response and come back with half a novel. He'd left Britain a little over six weeks ago, saying he needed some space.

Despite his best efforts to re-integrate into Britain's magical society the famous war hero often preferred the company of himself over that of others. Call it a by-product of dying and coming back. 'Space' he had in spades. It might have even been better to say he was simply traveling the world, which would not have been an incorrect statement. Either way, gloomy, rainy Great Britain was not where he wanted to be at the moment.

As a result of this…distantness over the years, his once budding relationship with Ms Weasley fell apart rather quickly. Well, at least she went quietly, a blessing really if one recalled her legendary temper. Likewise Friends and associates moved on, but outside of Hogwarts Harry had found it difficult to…well socialize.

Sure, Ron and Hermione occasionally came to visit, and he often saw Teddy and Andromeda, but the close companionship he'd come to know inside the school's walls was gone. And so, after several years of self-imposed isolation the Master of the Deathly Hallows concluded he needed to do something. Anything! That something right now was sitting on a squeaky vinyl seat, tapping his finger in tune to the crackling radio the cook preferred to supplement his oh so thrilling job with.

'Pot calling the Kettle black there, eh Potter?' The young wizard snorted before taking another healthy sip from the cup.

Yet despite the less than stellar lifestyle of hitchhiking and eating at roadside diners he was happy as a clam. No people bothering him on the street about being famous or similar rubbish. Yeah, he missed his friends a bit, but to be honest since the final battle everyone had been walking around him on egg shells. Incidentally, yelling at said people to knock it off only made things worse. Was that why he was here? Well, not here, here. Hell, all Harry knew was that he was in the State of Colorado. As for his destination, well there really wasn't one. The West Coast for now. He'd always wanted to see San Francisco.

Breakfast arrived quickly, thanks to the few other patrons. Harry scarfed down the three eggs, two strips of bacon, hash browns and toast with practised ease. The by-product of eating around Ron, though living in a tent on canned beans for almost nine months had given him different opinion about wasting food. Despite having eaten the same greasy fare for the last month he couldn't bring himself to waste perfectly good food. Honestly, Harry would never in a million years have thought he could get tired of bacon.

Shocking, right?

Well, at least clogged arteries weren't on his mind. The thought of something as powerful as the Hallows being used to stave of Heart Disease amused Harry. With the plates cleared the young Wizard sat back with a full stomach, content with sipping on his Coffee and listing to the snippets of conversation from the two men in the opposite booth. The older of the two seemed to like fishing. Harry also found out his name.

O'Neill, as the one named Teal'c had referred to him. 'Must be last names' he thought. Teal'c was an odd name after all. Actually, the chap kinda reminded Harry of Shacklebolt.

Quiet, with a powerful sort of presence. One thing was for sure, the guy certainly didn't work behind a desk. Maybe he was a muggle Auror? One had to be tough to do that kind of job in a country such as this.

This continued on for a number of minutes, until the atmosphere in the Eatery changed. At first the Scruffy haired wizard assumed it was one of his semi regular anxiety attacks, set off by anything from thunder to a car backfiring. That would not be the case today however.

Harry James Potter could safely say that he was a war veteran. Having fought numerous skirmishes and several larger battles honed his reflexes and made him light on his feet. Being a Wizard was also something to add to his identity. Both of these things however could not prepare him for what was about to happen.

His efforts to figure out the other guests ceased when an unpleasant static energy filled the air, emitting a barely audible hum that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. The others felt it too, though only the two men he'd been listening to seemed to understand what it was. Harry rose, letting his Familiar Holly & Phoenix wand slip out of its arm holster with practiced ease. No one seemed to pay him any notice, which was good. The bad news was the reason for this.

A thick set of metal rings seemingly fell from the sky, closely hovered over a section of the parking lot…and deposited a half dozen oddly dressed individuals on the asphalt. They wore bulky gray armor that looked like nothing Harry had ever seen on Muggles before, even the crazy ones who dressed up as TV characters. Heck, the whole thing didn't seem muggle at all.

"Get in the back!" the dark skinned man hollered, while the older one pulled out what looked to be a muggle gun.

The rings appeared again, depositing another 6 men with the first. They formed a loose semicircle, while a small number entered the now deserted diner. Loud bangs from the muggle weapon echoed thru the enclosed space, making his ears ring. The gray warriors responded in kind, firing a sort of energy bolt from the bulbous tips of their staffs.

The bench the two men crouched behind exploded into flame. If left unchecked the establishment could go up in flames very quickly, so without much effort the as of yet unseen Wizard snuffed the flames with a flick of his wand, then shot off a series of stunners that felled the lead two combatants.

The ones following up the rear returned fire, now aware of a third hostile firing red strings of light from the back of the eating area. Harry deflected the Staff blasts away with a shield, despite having cover to hide behind. This was so he could gauge the strength of these unfamiliar weapons without risking his neck. Satisfied with his impromptu test, the young Potter was about to stun the last two in the diner when he observed the two men get struck by concentrated lighting. The distinct sound of another Zat'nik'tel discharging was the only warning he received before the darkness took him as well.


After much useless back and forth bander, most of it from O'neill (obviously) their young cellmate began to stir. The two members of SG-1 had been ZAT'ed so many times now their rebound times were down to less than an hour. Half if a bucket of cold water was involved.

Their prison buddy on the other hand was another story. For a while there the Colonel was actually a bit worried, considering just how scrawny the boy was. The Jaffa had taken their Jackets. The Colonel hadn't gotten a good look at the guy when they'd walked in, but from the split second glance the Jacket had done quite a bit to hide the kid's small stature.

His troubled thoughts evaporated when his deep rhythmic breathing gave way to a painful groan. The kid was experiencing his first 'ZAT induced hangover', as Jack had coined it. Oddly enough, it wasn't the first term he'd come up with that had caught on. SGC'isms was what they were called. O'Neill could fill a book with them.

Harry cupped his face and grunted, wishing the pounding in his head would cease.

"Morning sport!" O'Neill said in a jovial and somewhat sadistic manner. "Rise and shine."

The teen rolled onto his side, hands rising and raking them thru his wild hair.

"Merlin's Hairy Ball sack, did anyone get the plate off that Truck?"

Both Jack and Teal'c did the eyebrow thing this time. The Jaffa because he didn't get it, and Jack out of amusement.

"The discomfort will pass in time." Teal'c said calmly. O'neill's brain translated this to mean; 'Suck it up, buttercup. It's just a little headache.'

The Colonel's smirk grew.

"That was a pretty neat trick you did there, with the lights and all." Harry remained silent. The Statute of Secrecy was almost globally enforced, and America was no exception. What was he going to tell them?

"Where'd you get the Intar kid?" The Jaffa stun weapons were becoming ubiquitous as a training tool for new SG teams. The trainers had excellent security procedures, and none of the weapons had gone missing. But the red light was unmistakable. Jack hadn't seen the weapon in his hands, but the two red bolts splashed over the Jaffa and knocked them out cold.

"Intar?" the young Wizard muttered in confusion, deciding to just roll with it. "What are you going on about?" Harry was genuinely confused. Did the muggles have technology that could mimic stunners, down to the colour? When did that happen?

Trying to deflect the question, Harry looked around. The walls were golden in colour, with strange writing covering a good portion of them. "Where are we?"

This time Jack frowned.

"Goa'uld Al'kesh. It's a big honkin troop transport. It sounds like we entered Hyperspace about an hour ago."

Goa'uld? Troop transport? HYPERSPACE? What the bloody hell was going on? The absolute look of confusion must have shown on his face, because O'neill dumbed down the terms a bit, which was saying something for him.

"We're on a big ass spaceship, going faster than light. There Goa'uld are bad guys that terrorize the Galaxy. We were taken prisoner. Right before my big vacation too. Those damn Snakes!"

All right, these Yanks were officially nutters. The older man was listing absolutely crazy facts like it was perfectly normal.

"You're yanking my chain, right?" Harry said with a forced chuckle.

Before O'Neill could even try to butcher the word 'contrary' in french Teal'c spoke up, or rather pulled his shirt up.

"GAH!" the British Wizard shouted in surprise/revolt. It wasn't often one could do that to the boy who'd repeatedly been exposed to Voldemort's mind since the tender age of 11.

While Harry was digesting the fact that there were aliens and that he wasn't even on Earth anymore, Teal'c and O'Neill were busy trying to short some circuits within the door controls.

"So what's your name kid?" Jack finally asked, just because the silence was getting awkward.

"Harry. Harry Potter"

"Well Harry, I'm Jack and this is Teal'c."

The teen didn't respond, apparently still in processing mode. Their names were simply added to the Que.

"Damn it, Carter could do this blindfolded" the Colonel growled several minutes later. In reality all SG members had training on disabling Goa'uld tech like this. O'Neil had just opted to skip out of his.

Finally snapping out of his trance, Harry cocked his head towards the dynamic duo.

"What will you do once you get the door open?" It was a valid question. There were at least a dozen Jaffa on the ship, not counting the crew. Probably a reinforced platoon, meaning over thirty bodies in total.

Jack shrugged. "We usually wing it. But getting some weapons would be on the top of our list."

Harry sighed. Screw the Statute. After all, they weren't on Earth right? Well that was actually the smallest and most insignificant of the reasons. He couldn't hide what he was from these people, and honestly stunning and obliviating them wouldn't help him much either. If they really were on a spaceship (and he still had his doubts about that) Harry would need their help to get back to Earth.

The raven haired teen patted down his pockets, finding them empty.

No wand.

All right, no problem. They hadn't taken the locket around his neck. Pulling it off, he opened the small latch and fished out a penny sized trunk, then unshrunk it with some fancy wand-less magic.

"Woah, how the hell did you do that?" O'Neil said, the door panel momentarily forgotten. Harry grinned, rummaging around in the multi compartment trunk before emerging with the Elder wand.

"I'm a Wizard." The teen stated matter-of-factly.

Both Jack and Teal'c blinked. "Riiigghght."

Harry's grin grew. With the flick of the powerful wand the doors jumped open, revealing a surprised pair of guards. For some reason they always seem to face away from the door. Honestly it's not like the Tauri humans hadn't defeated the doors a million times before. Regardless, two impressively quick stunners dropped the poorly placed Jaffa before they could so much as shout out a warning.

O'Neil's mouth hung open for a few seconds before clicking shut. "Holy shit, you're a Wizard!"

The two members of SG1 quickly picked up the arm mounted Zat's, while Harry was already busy levitating the unconscious Jaffa into the cell.

"O'Neill, they bear the symbol of Heru'ur." Teal'c informed, instantly switching into teacher mode.

"The guy who's hand I threw a knife into?" Jack asked.

Ok, there was a story behind that, Harry thought to himself as they began to move.

Teal'c led the way, guided by his knowledge of Al'Kesh layouts. Seems this one actually had prisoner cells, meaning the multipurpose vessels seemed to pick up unwilling passengers all the time. Time to add kidnapping to the long list of reasons why the Goa'uld are evil!

The hallways were mostly deserted. Twice a pair of guards passed, but their clunky boots gave them away far in advance. Harry simply used a light banisher to push his new acquaintances into a conveniently designed alcove and cast a disillusionment charm over them, then himself.

"You can make people invisible?" the Colonel hissed in barley contained excitement after the Jaffa had moved on. "Cool!"

Harry snorted before lifting the charm. They were close to the bridge. In fact it was the next set of doors. A quick strategy was formed. Harry would unlock the entrance, then focus on the center of the room. Jack and Teal'c would handle the sides.

An excessive amount of shouting and shooting later…

The Pel'Tak, as the Goa'uld liked to call them, was filled with Staff Weapon discharge smoke. The Jaffa were tied up in thick ropes, courtesy of a few binding charms, and the doors were Majik'ed shut. The smart, but cruel thing to do would be to turn off life support within the ship. But seeing how Teal'c has a huge bleeding Jaffa heart made of gold they opted to seal the former first prime on the bridge while Harry and Jack swept the rest of the ship.

It took almost an hour, but by then the majority of the raiding party was securely locked in the main cargo hold behind seamless doors that couldn't be pried open or overridden, and the few patrolling guards joined their unconscious jailors in the brig. Teal'c meanwhile had made a U-turn and contacted the SGC. For most of the return trip Harry looked for his old Wand. Jack decided to play 20 questions while he searched, but apart from a few single word answers the Wizards lips were sealed. They eventually found it in a small storage room after resorting to using a point me charm.

"C'mon Harry, tell us a little about yourself" Jack practically whined. The teen rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. Really this Jack fellow was quite a character.

"All right O'Neill, but first you tell me about what you do, and why all of this isn't anything new to you."

"I'm afraid that's classified." The Colonel retorted, instantly clamming up.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you anything either, Harry shot back even quicker. "You know, Statute of Secrecy and all that. Sorry mate."

O'Neill sighed. "Fine. I'll talk to the General when we get back. But when you get cleared, I want answers."

"Sure." And with that, Harry transfigured one of the crew seats into a plush looking recliner and sat down, letting out a louder than necessary sigh of content. O'Neill looked jealous.

"Say, could you…?"

"Nope." Harry responded with glee, making sure to pop the P. Jack grumbled, while Teal'c had to fight back a rare laugh.

Ahhh, it's happened again. I've started another work, with absolutely no heading, plot or direction to speak of. All I know is that Harry needed to meet up with SG-1.