Fandoms: Harry Potter, Stargate-SG1
Categories: crossover, xover, action, drama, humor, romance, scifi, supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger, clone!Jack mini!Jack
Summary: They walk in two completely dissimilar worlds, have very different skills and conflicting philosophies. Their paths should never have crossed. But it has. How on Earth did that happen?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co, JK Rowling does. Neither do I own Stargate, Jack O'Neill, and co.
Prompts/For: Table 8 of LJ Community 20_fics.
Summary: Hermione finds herself in a spot of trouble when someone gives her a way out.
Prompt: LJ Community 20_fics - 003. "Follow me."
Hermione Granger turned around and stared at the teenage boy crouched behind a cardboard display.
"Excuse me?" She hissed softly glancing up occasionally. She did Not want to attract the attention of the gun-toting maniacs holding the convenience store employees and patrons as hostages.
The teen looked around the edge of his make-shift hidey-hole.
"Look, do you want to get out of here? Without getting shot?"
Hermione bit her tongue, biting back the acidic retort on fools playing heroes. Then unexpectedly the teen's face turned serious.
"Look, I know you are a witch and you want to get out of here without having to give a statement to the police."
Hermione stiffened and she stared wide-eyed at the teen who looked as though he was only a few years younger than her. Was he testing her? Did he see something? What had she done to breach the Statute of Secrecy? Should she risk a patronus to contact the closest agent from the Department of Magical Affairs?
Before she could come to a decision the teen spoke.
"My name is Jon Thorsson. My dad is from Chicago, the O'Neill clan. Lots of my distant cousins got letters to Salem and High Winds but I didn't. My dad didn't either. The employee room has enough privacy for you to apparate."
Hermione hesitated for a split second before nodding and crawling on her knees to join the teen behind the cardboard display for a powdered energy drink.
"Okay. Just show me the place and I'll apparate you as well. I'll drop you off at the park two blocks east of here."
"That's cool. I really don't want Jack to be called down to the police station."