The Dark Gate
"You have failed me for the last time!" screamed lord Voldemort, pointing his wand at the struggling man, high in the air.
"Wait," he answered, "Give me one... more... chance..."
Voldemort dropped him, "Alright," he said, "Speak,"
"I have news from the Ministry of Muggle relations," Said the man, composing himself, "The muggle prime minister has been informed, by Americans, that America and Russia have been in contact with beings from other worlds,"
"And how does that affect us?" asked Voldemort
"These alien beings have also several times attempted to take over the world. Perhaps, an alliance could be forged. You'd have no trouble taking control of them afterwards. Even technologically advanced Muggles from another world are still Muggles, after all. Apparently, these – Goauld – don't even have magic,"
"You think they would make valuable allies?" questioned the Dark Lord
"Undoubtedly, my Lord," he answered, "At any rate, they would be easy to manipulate,"
"Let's pay a visit to the American Magical Congress, shall we?" he asked.
A house elf lurking by the door swept away, unseen.

Daniel Jackson was sitting at his desk, pouring over the feed from a UAV.
"It doesn't make any sense," he said to Dr. Rothman, "I mean look at these inscriptions. The characters are clearly Mayan, but the words –"
He was cut off. The lights in the building went off and they were left completely in the dark. The low rumble of the basses mechanical operation slowed to a halt, and it was silent. The emergency lights completely failed to flicker on.
Pop. "That was....odd," said Daniel, "Rob? Rob?" There was no answer. With some difficulty, the base roared back to life. Computers rebooted, and light's flickered on. Daniel hurried down to the gate room. He arrived in Hammond's office to find the general on the phone. "Three hours!?" he exclaimed quizzically, "What?....That's what I thought. Listen, I need to confer with some people about this. I'll call you back in a few minutes when we have all the facts," he hung up. "Daniel, could you go find Major Carter? The bass intercom's still down," suddenly he looked past him, "Dr. Rothman, I want a full explanation of what I just saw down there! You just—" "In time, general, in time," explained the archeologist, "Just have a seat while I'm waiting for some... friends... to arrive. Then we'll explain everything," "You'd better. I'm—" Pop. Pop. Two men appeared in the office. They were wearing long robes and terminally silly hats. The taller one had a very long, white beard. "Ah good," said Rothman said, "You're here. General Hammond, this is Athos Harrison," he gestured to the shorter man, "And... I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure?" "Albus Dumbledore," answered the bearded man.