Crossover: ~*A Very Potter Musical*~ & ~*Stargate: Atlantis*~

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You Won't BELIEVE What I Found…

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Chapter 1: J.K Rowling's an Ancient…

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The Scientist stumbled into the Control Room paler than a sparkly demon from Twilight; slack-jawed and with an expression of utter horror. Even Ronan began to grow concerned when there was minimal resistance as the normally stubborn-to-a-fault man was manoeuvred into the secreted Meeting Room by a rather concerned-looking spiky-haired pilot. Complete silence continued as the elongated doors closed in a precision manoeuvre programmed by Ancients nearly ten thousand years ago…

The whole thing was, well…Worrying.

Frightening, even… Truly frightening…

"Uh, Rodney…" prompted John in a rather cautious manner, prodding the man carefully on the shoulder, he was afforded a confused series of blinks…then a look of comprehension and a death-dealing glare. "Don't ever prod me again, Sheppard…or you'll find your toothbrush may just be replaced with a miniaturised nuclear bomb." Most people would laugh off a statement such as that as he man's pure ire at being caught out being inattentive.

…the people of Atlantis weren't 'most people'. They'd seen what Rodney could do with a handful of pocket lint, a screwdriver, two Barbie dolls and his sharp intellect…oh, and duct tape, always with the liberal amounts of duct tape.

It paid to play nice with the Head of Science…you tended to live longer that way.

After all, he was the City's last-ditch resort in a Wraith Attack...and you definitely did not want to find yourself magically transported outside the City shield in that event [even if Dr Weir makes him transport you back]. Just ask Dr Kavanaugh…he'll tell you…if he ever gets out of the foetal position long enough, that is.

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His heart was palpitating in a strange rhythm, offset by the pounding tempo of blood rushing past his ears and into the throbbing cacophony that was his ache-plagued mind; a diet of sugar, coffee and hours of sleepless research was always a recipe for disaster. Blinking again, he sucked in a deep breath and looked to Elizabeth, the Commander of Atlantis stood to his extreme right, arms folded and a patient expression on her face that bespoke significant pain coming in his generalised direction if she didn't get an explanation in the next ten seconds…

"John…please don't get weird on me, because I just know you will –you giant Fan Boy- but…" Rodney steeled himself to say it, "…I think I've found PigFarts."

Complete and utter silence greeted the strange, outlandish statement… Elizabeth's mouth fell open in shock, Ronan and Teyla contrived to look completely confused…and John?

Well, if the sudden, terrifyingly maniacal gleam to his feverishly bright, blue eyes was any indicator, there was a significant chance that the man would simply throw his arms in the air and begin to…as it was commonly referred to… 'Squee'. An inarticulate squeal of joy that could not be properly expressed any other way…exclusive to those who developed a cult-like devotion to certain shows, book series or, in this case, musicals. Also known as a fan girl, or…in the rare instance, a fan boy, such as John.

Judging from the suspect glances Ronan and Teyla were shooting the man, they had also realised something was up with the spiky-haired pilot and were as worried as he, about the whole situation.

"Rodney…you have about ten seconds to explain…" faltered Elizabeth, frowning and giving her patented Just spit it out! glare. For the sake of his own skin –which the physicist was rather fond of- Rodney complied instantly to the command… "Well, I was going through the Ancient Databases, trying to fix that pesky power fluxuation running around the Infirmary level and shorting out key life-saving equipment…as Carson keeps yelling about it. So, I may or may not have blown out a small section of the City by accident, but it seems that was a failsafe for in case someone unauthorised discovered… well, you know." He shrugged, trying to find a way to express what was going to happen next.

"No, I don't know… 'You Know'-WHAT?" Elizabeth practically growled at him, something was taken as funny to John, who began to giggle; Rodney got it and smirked slightly as he corrected, "It's more a Who, you could say…" he stated and watched as she took the bait. Her shoulders tensed, then released in a huge sigh, "You Know Who, then?"

"Voldemort!" Rodney and John chorused in time, looked to each other in the split second of surprised silence, then burst out laughing; John clutched at the desk and Rodney fell off of his chair… Ronan was looking grave; and by that description it meant, if someone didn't explain what was going on soon…they would be in one. Teyla's pretty features were marred by the crease in her forehead marking how confused she felt; whereas Elizabeth's expression had developed a thin smile at the bad pun she had walked right into…offset by the small throbbing vein in her right temple…

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He clutched the console in horrified desperation and threw a suspect glance over his shoulder at the shuttered area currently housing a howling group of people who were supposedly the Expedition's Leaders. Not five minutes ago, Rodney had been dragged in there with a horrified expression, on the verge of a complete mental break-down…now something was so funny, at least one other in there was laughing like a loon.

Cursing low under his breath in Czech, Dr Radek Zelenka turned back to his work re-calibrating the sensors…as the pretty young linguist behind him –one Dr Sanchez- spat out her coffee in an impressive spray, ivy eyes wide with shock and petite mouth hanging open…

Zelenka remained oblivious… and then it happened.

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"I- *wheeze* I can totally explain, Elizabeth," another snigger escaped, he took a deep breath and composed himself, "Alright, I'm calm. Okay, so basically, we all know the Ancients had this little thing about control, right? Setting up civilisations, destroying them, creating the Replicators…all that stuff. Well, turns out there was another MASSIVE experiment we were never meant to know about… When I blew out the section of the City, it uncovered a hidden laboratory with a whole candy store of consoles all still receiving data from various worlds. Some are dead, others thriving…but one thing remained constant…no matter what data came across the screen , it always repeated itself after a set period of time." He took a deep breath and noted how everyone had dragged chairs close to where he was sitting.

"Initially, I thought it might be a recording…you know, an accident or a deliberate display of information, but…well, it's much worse than that. Much…much worse than that, it seems. Turns out, the Ancients not only liked playing God…they were also into Dr Who…" he earned baffled, stunned glances. "They liked playing 'Timelord' too…the planets, the data…it wasn't flawed, the worlds they transmit from are on a constant time loop. As soon as the parameters are met, the time is reversed and everything happens again in the exact same manner… They even managed to make certain there was no feedback, no…'de ja vu' , if you will, so these people have been in an endless cycle for nearly –as far as I can guess- ten thousand, four hundred and twenty-seven years. Not only have I discovered a disturbing little quirk of the original inhabitants of Atlantis, but…" he smirked, "I also have conclusive proof that J.K. Rowling is an Ancient."

At that, Teyla fell off her chair, having read the Harry Potter series; whereas John's jaw swung open and clunked onto the table-top in surprise…

Even Elizabeth looked perturbed, but as she opened her mouth to protest, there came a strange cacophony from outside…

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"Welcome, All of You to Hogwarts!

I welcome all of you to School!

Did you know that here at Hogwarts…

We've got a Hidden Swimming Pool?

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Hogwarts!

Welcome Hotties, Nerds & Tools!

Now that I've got you here at Hogwarts,

I'd, uh, like to go over just a few Rules…"

Major Lorne's voice echoed clearly through the small room, the rest of the Gate Crew swaying and clapping along to the strange music that filtered through their minds. The Major slammed his hands over his mouth in surprise, trying to stifle the next words, but they flew out all the same…

Stranger still, was the fact that all the rest of the Gate Room seemed to join in right there and then…

"Back to Witches and Wizards

And Magical Feasts,

Back to Goblins and Ghosts

And to Magical Feasts!

It's all that I love and all that I need,

At Hogwarts! Hogwarts!

Back to Spells and Enchantments,

Potions and Friends!"

Here, the room seemed to split into four factions, each crying out vehemently before blending together again, seamlessly.

~*"To Gryffindor!"*~

~*"Hufflepuff!"*~

~*"Ravenclaw!"*~

~*"Slytherin!"*~

"Back to the place where our story begins,

At Hogwarts! Hogwarts!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts!"

He awkward-meter only rose as they all returned to their senses with sheepish expressions as the 'music' faded from memory and the entire Gate Crew was left to turn and confront a bemused Dr Weir, her arms folded in a 'You have five seconds, start explaining…' gesture.

Major Lorne did the most logical thing he could think of…he ran for it, Zelenka and the pretty Dr Sanchez close on his heels…

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TBC...

Oh yeah, it gets worse...

Me + Random ideas past midnight = Very Scary combination...

Chapter 2 [A Very Potter Time Loop], will be up as quickly as I can beta it...

~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire 3*~