WIZARDS OF THE SODAN
"John? JOHN?" Rodney ran down the hall to Sheppard's private quarters as fast as he could. He ran his hand over the sensor door opener and waited. The image that greeted him was John Sheppard, lying on his bed, cool as ever, reading a copy of War and Peace, The ratio of the pages that he hadn't read to the pages he had was bigger than the ratio of tooth to gum on Julia Roberts.
"Rodney? What are you doing? I never said you could come near my private quarters…who told you where they were?"
"It doesn't matter, Sheppard, the only thing that matters is that I have finally figured out who built Atlantis, the gates…everything." Rodney told him in a fluster.
"Rodney, we know who did that already. The Ancients, we have even met a few of them." Sheppard replied, exasperated.
"Yes, but it stands to reason that they weren't always called 'The Ancients', doesn't it. Now picture this if you will. The Ancients are more evolved than us lowly humans aren't they? Well, think, for a second. Who could possibly live for a really long time and not die, who could build a city as magnificent as Atlantis? Who could create the gate system?"
"The Ancients, Rodney! We already worked that out!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I know, but I know what the ancients are. Their wizards, John, and thumpin' good 'uns I'd wager."
"McKay…maybe you're tired…I don't know, Zalenka said you've been in a rut lately…but you don't have to come up with outrageous idea's to prove him wrong. I've read some of Dr. Jacksons reports…he says that less advanced civilizations often thought that the acts the Gou'uld or Ori performed with their technology was magic, but it's not real, Rodney, it just means that the race is more advanced…, you know that."
"Yes, but John, IT MAKES SENSE! How could people as advanced as the Ancients lose a battle to the Wraith? Because they were busy fighting Lord Voldemort!"
"Jiminy Cricket, McKay! You might be onto something!"
At that exact moment they heard a popping sound, and suddenly a boy of about 17 had materialized in Sheppard's private quarters. He had messy black hair, crooked glasses, and a scar the shape of a lightening bolt dominating his forehead.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Because you have finally discovered our secret I'm afraid I'm going to have to dispose of you."
He pulled a long brown stick out of his pocket and pointed it at John Sheppard, and yelled ADVADA KEDAVRA! Rodney witnessed a flash of green light, and saw Sheppard slumped on the floor before the malevolent Mr. Potter, turned his wand on McKay himself, and repeated the curse. The unforgivable curse.
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