Wow, Harry thought, one hour to live

Wow, Harry thought, one hour to live. What to do? "Do you want to play Rock, Paper, scissors?" He asked the man, Jack.

"What?"

"Well, we have an hour to live. I would rather not do so in silence and boredom."

"I have a better idea." Jack replied.

The group of three, a woman, an alien and a man, made their way through the halls of Horus' spaceship, guns blazing.

"How much time do we still have?" The woman asked.

"15 minutes until detonation." The alien replied curtly.

"We need to hurry." The man said, before coming to a halt. "According to the diagrams from the ships computer, we should be coming onto the holding cells any moment." The trio walked another few feet before stopping abruptly at a sharp noise.

"What was that?" She asked.

"It sounded like laughter. That can't be right, though. Who would laugh while being held prisoner?"

"O'neill." Was said stoically.

"Yah, him, maybe."

"No. O'Neill's laughter." The two looked at each other. How was he always able to hone in on Jack so quickly? This was coming to seem eerily like obsession. Shrugging, as this was a topic for a time where they were not liable to get shot, they followed the other worldly being down the corridor where the laughter was getting louder and another voice was joining in.

"It is an adolescent male coming into manhood." Was their companion's assessment.

"Well, do you want to do the honors?" The man asked of tall dark and silent.

"Of course." He said and fired at the locking mechanism of the holding cell. As they stepped in they were not prepared for what they saw. There was their team leader, Jack ONeill tangled up with a teenage boy, whose messy hair covered any distinguished features, in a game of 'twister.' As they opened the door, they startled the two players and they were now on the ground laughing even harder.

Seeing the uniforms the new comers wore, the teen sighed and remarked to his companion: "And here I was looking forward to dying."

SG-1 and guest were sitting in the debriefing room, filling the General in on what had happened on Horus' ship. Harry was fascinated by everything, awed by the fact that muggles were able to travel the stars without the use of magic. Or perhaps, the Ancients were wizards? Now there was a thought.

"So, young man." General Hammond quickly brought him back to where he was. "Who are you and how did you come to be imprisoned?"

"And how did you manage to capture Horus?" Daniel, the anthropologist, threw in.

"Well, my name is Harry Potter and I am a wizard out of England. It was using my magic which enabled me to capture that alien thing." Colonel O'Neill, Jack, seemed skeptical until he remembered how this teenage boy had made the twister game appear in their cell. At the time, he hadn't thought about it as he thought they were soon going to die.

"As to how and why I was there, I couldn't tell you. One minute I am in a fight for my life against a bunch of death eaters, the next I am sitting in that cell. I was given food that magically appeared at regular intervals and didn't see a soul until Jack came.

"What are death eaters?" The General asked.

"Followers of Voldemort."

"There is a man out there who calls himself 'Flight of Death'?" Sam asked skeptically.

"If you could call him a man." Harry answered.

"Are they also wizards?" Teal'c asked.

"Yes. We have an entire culture hidden away from those unable to perform magic."

"Such as ourselves?" The General asked.

"Yes, sir. We call you muggles."

"Hold on." O'Neill put in. "You are a boy, why would you be fighting the bad guys?"

"Because Voldemort has been trying to kill me since I was a babe and everyone expects it of me." Harry answered.

"Why would they expect it." Sam asked disbelieving.

"My personal opinion? They are fickle cowards who would rather others do the dirty work while they reap the benefits."

"Getting back to the matter at hand, I would still like to know how you captured Horus, Mr. Potter." General Hammond interrupted the conversation.

"Well, sir, I used a charm called 'stupefy' to render him immobile. After that, it was a matter of levitating him through the gate."

"Well, O'Neill and Teal'c, I want you to interrogate the Gua'uld. Find out why he kidnapped Mr. Potter, but most of all, find out why he was in orbit around Earth. Carter, show Mr. Potter to the guest quarters. Dismissed."