Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate SG-1, I wish I did but I don't. :Sigh: The idea of this story belongs to me and my most helpful(insane) friend, my sister...dun dun dun...Fay, the next lord of the Sith. Sorry, just had to add that in, though my story does not involve Star Wars, which does not belong to me either.

A/n: the idea to combine Harry Potter and SG-1 was completely random and spur of the moment. You won't understand this unless you read Harry Potter and watch SG-1. It takes place after the fourth Harry Potter book, Goblet of Fire and shortly after Carter's dad becomes a Tok'ra.

Chapter 1

Portkey Problem

"My lord Voldemort," the god-like being's eyes glowed golden briefly as he spoke in a deep resonant voice to his visitor, "How goes our war against the Tarri, is your army ready to overtake the planet from within?"

A snake slithered around the two armored bodies of warriors that had been executed moments before. One had a large bloody hole in his chest, but the other was unmarked, but just as dead. The snake hissed at her master.

"Hush Nagini," Voldemort's voice hissed in parsel tongue, "You shall feast soon." To the man with the glowing eyes he said only this...

... "Harry, Harry wake up." Hermione's voice pulled him from the frightening dream. Harry hauled himself out of bed and it took him a few moments to realize that this was the day he would be leaving the Dursley's house and going to the burrow with Ron and Hermione. Smiling, he bounded down the stairs pulling his already packed trunk behind him.

"Harry! You got a package from Dumbledore!" Ron yelled from the kitchen. There were other voices coming from behind the door and Harry recognized Fred and George's snicker.

Dropping his trunk at the foot of the stairs, Harry pushed his way through into the kitchen of his uncle's house. A hectic sight caught his eyes. The Dursley's were huddled fearfully in the far corner by the stove, Dudley trying not so subtly to conceal his butt where several years ago Hagrid had given him a pigs tail. Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione gathered around the table. Ron's expression guilty at Hermione's accusing stare. On the table before them was a ripped open package the brown paper torn aside to reveal a smooth black stone.

"I didn't open it!" Ron squealed, "It just kinda...fell open."

Hermione rolled her eyes as the twins simultaneously said, "Yeah, and the greatest wizard in the world doesn't know how to wrap a package."

A piece of parchment fell out of the package and Harry recognized the Headmaster's curling handwriting.

"This portkey will take you to where you need to go. Use it. -Albus Dumbledore"

Hermione glanced down at her watch and exclaimed, "We're late. We might as well use the portkey Dumbledore sent us. Fred, George, you take the car back so it doesn't get left here?"

"Yes, your majesty," Fred bowed and George curtsied as they left the room to take Harry's trunk with them.

"Everyone have their wands?" Hermione asked.

"Yes mother," Ron answered.

Harry sighed and put his hand on the portkey along with Ron and Hermione, "Let's go."

The red phone on General Hammond's desk rang insistently and he quickly picked it up.

"Yes...Oh hello Albus. How is the school going?...Well that's good...What can I do for you?...Sure, I can keep an eye out for them. When will they arrive, I'll make sure to let my family know."

Sirens sounded in alarm that there were intruders in the gate room. Hammond quickly apologized to his cousin and hung up the phone. Breaking into a quick jog, he went down to the control room.

The wail of an alarm met his ears as Harry fell to the ground, the portkey still in his hand. He looked around at the bleak concrete walls and floor. A huge circle of what appeared to be stone or metal with a steel ramp going up to it dominated one side of the huge room. On the opposite wall was a single window through which he could see people and computers.

Men streamed in through doors on either side of them holding guns that were pointed directly at them.

"Good going, Ron!" Hermione shoved him hard enough to make him stagger to the side.

"What?" He wined, "It's not my fault. I didn't make the portkey."

"Shut up, Ron and Hermione, I think we're in trouble." Harry hissed as five people in uniforms came in behind the armed men. One had the stars of an American general on his uniform, the four others wore camouflage pants and jackets.

The three students of magic pulled out their wands and prepared to defend themselves if necessary.

The gray haired man next to the general called out, "Watch out everyone, they have STICKS, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" It was clear he was joking for not a single soldier moved.

The man with a mop of brown hair and glassed rolled his eyes and looked directly at Harry.

"Where did you get that stone?" He asked.

Instead of Harry answering, Hermione stepped forward and in her most authoritative voice she stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which to her it was, "It is a portkey."
The blond haired woman stepped out slightly. "Whats a portkey?"

Ron stared quizically at her for a moment before blurting out, "Are you a muggle?"
Hermione grabbed his arm and hissed loudly, "RON! Just shut up!"

A glint of gold on the forehead of the last of the five caught Harry's eye. Harry looked closer at the gold tatoo on his forhead. It was a snake in a circle that looked as if it had been put on his forhead with a wand. There was only one wand made tatoo that involved a snake and it was not a good thing to flaunt.

"You have a Death Eater!" He cried pointing his wand at the one with the gold tattoo.

The man stepped forward and spoke in a careful even voice. "I am a Jaffa, not this Death Eater you speak of."

The man with the glasses stepped forward. "What planet are you from?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at this question. It was the stupidest so far, but she felt she had to answer it. "Earth, of course. What planet are you from?" she said in her most impatient know-it-all voice.

The gray haired man continued the questions. " What country are you from?"

"England." Harry answered.

"How did you get onto a top secret American base?" The blond haired woman asked.

Ron was impatient by now with the strange questions and answered as plainly as possible. "Our Headmaster Dumbledore gave us the portkey to get to my house."

The general gave them a sharp look and his face turned to stone. "Albus Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Harry answered a slight quaver to his voice.

"Drop the wands!" The general barked and in the sudden silence three slender wooden wands clattered to the floor.

The gray haired man turned to the general beside him, a look of utter incredulity on his face. "You know these kids, because I don't and I don't know this Dumbledore fellow either!"

The general gave him a steady look. "Albus Dumbledore is my mother's cousin."

"Oh," was all the gray haired man said in response.

"I believe introductions are in order," the general continued for a second reminding Harry strongly of Dumbledore. He motioned to the gray haired man. "This is Colonel Jack O'niell." O'niell looked at them uncomfortably. "This is Dr. Daniel Jackson." The brown haired man pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "This is Captain Samantha Carter." The blond haired woman smiled. "This is Teal'c" The man with the gold tattoo bowed his head slightly. "And, I am General Hammond."

"I'm Harry Potter. This is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger." Harry concluded the introductions.

A/N: I hope you like it. Sorry if some of the spelling or ranks are wrong I didn't have all the information I needed with me. Please review or it may take me longer to post stuff, the voices in my head won't be as nice to me...sorry.