Terra Atlantis

Premise:
I can't believe that SG-1, with the help of some natives, was capable of driving Ra off earth, as depicted at the end of season 8. I could see them blowing up a ship or two, especially since they have the Jumper, but that's it. Also, I don't like that the ancients were nerfed from 'epic' levels down to 'really smart humans.' Ancients should be as awesome and mysterious as they were prior to Atlantis, even on Atlantis...

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Dr. Elizabeth Weir let held back a sob as she was drug forward by her captors. She had come to this country to broker a peace treaty between it's semi-legitimate government and it's resistance. Get the government to give some concessions, lead the country a little closer to democracy, and stop the bloodshed. She had thought it was a noble goal, but right now she didn't care about nobility.

Apparently some members of the resistance weren't interested in peace. They had abducted her to try and stall the meetings. Nabbed from her hotel room, it had been several hours since her kidnapping. Of course, that was a guess. Blindfolded, she hadn't been able to check her watch.

And now the van she was traveling had stopped and her captors had dragged her out. And they had just taken off her blindfold. Damn, she had seen their faces. The chances of her leaving alive had just been reduced to almost zero.

It was still night, and she had been taken to an alley of some sort. That meant they were probably still in the capital, so her captors had been driving her around for hours just to mess with her. Or maybe they were being followed, and a rescue was soon coming? No, unlikely.

Well, that leaves only one option left, time to bluff.

"Look gentlemen," she began, trying to sound confident and hoping they spoke English. "If you kill me the negotiations will fall through. You and your government will just continue to fight, your people will continue to be oppressed, and more blood will fill the streets as innocents get caught in the crossfire … "

"Shut up," a captor spoke, his voice with a heavy accent. "We are not interested in a false peace. You would have us give up everything for nothing to change? No, we will fight, and we may die, but we will die free. And you won't stand in our way."

He muttered something else in his native language and Elizabeth knew she was trouble. His companions were opening a dumpster on the side of the alley, and he slowly drew a pistol up to her face.

"Know that your death will free our country."

She closed her eyes, unwilling to see her future. After what seemed like an eternity she peeked one eye open. Why wasn't she dead yet? Three of her captors were on the ground in front of her, and the one pointing a gun at her was slung over another man's shoulder.

He was young, probably just about twenty or so, had dark hair, green eyes, and wore round glasses.

"Sorry about this miss. I was just passing through and thought you might need a little assistance."

And he was British if his accent was anything to go by.

He held out a pair of keys to her also.

"Your friend here had these on him. I figure after trying to kill you the least he can do is make sure you have a way to get back home."

As she reached out a hand to take the keys from him she suddenly noticed the bindings on her hands and feet were no longer there. She looked down and they weren't on the ground. She opened her mouth to ask him, but was interrupted as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Next time, try to stay away from spooky alleys in the middle of the night. Hmmm?"

"But …"

She was interrupted as he winked at her, and then suddenly there was a soft pop and he was no longer there. Neither were her previous captors. She looked behind her and the van was still there.

What the hell just happened?

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Harry Potter smiled as a young waitress brought him his bag of pastries. After helping that unfortunate woman last night he was late bringing dinner home. Of course, when Daphne learned why he was late she was a tad upset, if the rant about the statute of secrecy was anything to go by.

So, he woke up early and apparated over to Paris. Daphne had weakness for chocolate croissants, a weakness he had no problem exploiting. And, maybe she'd forgive him and wear that blue bathing suit that … well, those thoughts could be saved for later.

Harry had originally come here with Daphne on vacation. Being banished from one's birth country leaves one feeling a bit put out, and Daphne was a more than a little disappointed she would no longer have the opportunity to one day be Minister of Magic, so it was decided they needed to get away. Anyways, Daphne wanted to try some sunbathing, and Harry would never pass up an opportunity to watch his hot wife in a bikini, so here they were.

Harry apparated back to the roof of his hotel, deciding he should visit the lobby convenience store before heading back to his room. Daphne had grown fond of coffee since their venture out into the muggle world and she might appreciate it if he got her a cup. Stepping up to the dispenser he was in for quite a surprise.

"You! You're real! Last night, and …"

Harry looked behind him to see the woman from last night stepping into the convenience store and rushing over to him. She was babbling now, and he had to hold up a hand to stop her.

"Sorry, miss, but you're talking to quickly for me to really understand what you're saying. But it's good to see you got home safe last night."

"How did you just … disappear like that! That's impossible!"

"I've always been a bit different that normal people, miss. I'd, um, appreciate it if you didn't let anybody know what I did. There's a law about not letting ordinary people see what we can do."

"There are more of you? Oh, I'm so sorry, that was rude, but, will you get in trouble?"

"No, not it you keep quiet about it."

"Of course, of course. I need to at least try and thank you though. Can I buy you some breakfast this morning."

"No thanks," Harry said, holding up his bag of pastries. "I was actually about to just bring breakfast up to my wife."

"Your wife? Is she … like you? Oh, sorry, that was rude again! Let me buy you dinner then! You and your wife."

"I'm not so sure. I mean, I really don't need anything …"

"No, I insist. Please let me buy you dinner. It can't be coincidence we're staying at the same hotel. I need to repay you, somehow."

Harry sighed. Protocol dictated that he should have memory charmed the woman last night. But he was never that good with memory charms, and wasn't that fond of them anyways. Him and mental magic didn't get along that well.

The woman looked at him with such a hopeful face he really couldn't turn her down.

"Alright, tonight then?"

"Yes! Is seven ok? Just give your room number and I'll drop by to pick you up. There's a good seafood restaurant just a couple blocks away. Do you not want to walk? I could get a taxi, or …"

"Walking is fine," he said, and then gave her his room number. "I'll see you tonight, miss."

"Oh, Elizabeth. Elizabeth Weir. I can't believe I forgot to tell you my name."

"Harry Potter, Elizabeth."

Now, how was he going to convince Daphne to go to dinner with out completely erasing this poor muggle's mind?

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Five Years Later:

Elizabeth Weir took a deep breath as she buckled on her backpack. All around her people were getting ready for what could be a one-way trip. To Atlantis.

Equipment was stacked up throughout the SGC's corridors. Equipment, backup equipment, tools, foodstuffs, generators; the expedition didn't know when they would have contact with earth, so lots of supplies were being brought.

She had managed to convince John Sheppard to join her team, that was surely a victory. His ability to manipulate Ancient technology was as good as General O'neill's. And he was backup.

She glanced down at the embarkation room where two individuals were standing in a corner. They looked normal, but she knew they were anything but. Ever since she joined Stargate Command she had suspected her unique friends were more than they appeared. When she had been given clearance to build her expedition they were the first she called. She spoke in Ancient, and was asked how she had learned their language.

Ancients! The Ancients were still on earth! Sure, the called themselves wizards now, which was somewhat amusing actually, but they were alive. A whole civilization of them, hidden all throughout Europe and Asia.

And she couldn't tell anyone. Daphne, her name was, had somehow managed to silence her. She wasn't sure how, but Harry had said the alternative was a memory charm, and she didn't want that. She was thankful to him, true, but still so frustrated! She couldn't tell anyone! Every time she tried her throat just went dry and only rasping came out. It was infuriating.

She was infinitely glad they agreed to come on her expedition, but she knew they were wildcards. They weren't here to explore, they wanted to learn the history of their ancestors. She couldn't count on them to follow orders. She knew they wouldn't harm anyone, but they couldn't be counted on to be team players.

John Sheppard couldn't either, but he at least would hopefully listen to Colonel Sumner. And Sumner would listen to her.

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"Rodney, what's the problem?"

"We don't have enough power! That's the problem! The city is powered by three Zed PMs. They are dangerously close to entropy. When we gated here we kept the wormhole open for the maximum amount of time. Our Zed PM ran out of power after about five minutes, for the rest of the time Atlantis was powering both sides of the connection. We ran the batteries down, it's just a matter of time till the shield falls, and …"

" … And we're under several hundred feet of water, I understand. John, have you found a control chair yet? Maybe that would help some how."

"Sorry, Elizabeth," the major spoke up. "The chair is actually in a room just across the balcony, but it tells me I'm too young."

"Too young?" Elizabeth asked, mostly to herself. Sheppard didn't have any problems with the control chair back on earth. Of course, General O'neill had first used it when under the influence of an ancient database, perhaps he did something to it?

Sheppard had the ancient gene, true, but he wasn't an Ancient. Last she knew he wasn't capable of levitating things around with his mind or teleporting himself around the planet. Only two people on her expedition were capable of that. Of course, surely Harry wasn't born capable of teleporting himself over to Paris for breakfast. He too would have gotten a 'too young' message in his school years. But now ...

She looked out over the balcony in the control room … they weren't there. Radioing Colonel Sumner she quickly instructed him to have his men search for her two missing Ancients.

"Elizabeth! You can't do that, it will waste power!"

"Rodney, please just trust me. These two are … language specialists. Maybe they'll have better luck with the computer. In the mean time … we have to think out of the box. John, can you get back to the control chair?"

"Sure, have an idea?"

"Just maybe. As far as Atlantis is concerned, you're in kindergarten. So let's think like a five year old. Don't ask the computer where more ZPM's are, ask for ... the history of energy on Atlantis.

"Yes ma'am," John said, leaving.

"Rodney, try searching for … alternative energy."

"Alright. Let's see, and we have something. But it's just a list of known energy sources. doesn't mention if any of them are installed on Atlantis. Although … synthetic fusion of deuterium? Maybe I can just … damn, restricted again."

"Keep trying, Rodney. John. You're back, any luck."

"Not really. Apparently the Ancients big invention however many million years ago was the ZPM. The city has always been powered about them. There are some backup generators somewhere, but the computer wouldn't tell me anything about them."

"So it's a needle in a haystack."

Elizabeth was saved from her dark thoughts as Harry and Daphne walked towards her, followed by Colonel Sumner himself.

"Found them on a balcony, Elizabeth."

"Thank you, Colonel. Ah, Harry, could you follow me over to this station here. I have some … translations for you."

If she noticed the questioning looks on Rodney's and Major Sheppard's faces she ignored them. Daphne followed, even though she wasn't invited.

"Can you go sit on the control chair? The shield is running out of power and we need to figure out what to do."

"We'll be fine," Harry said, trying to be reassuring. "When the shield fails the city will rise to the surface. The wraith are gone, they abandoned their siege thousands of years ago. Even without the shields, the city should be fine."

"Thank you, that's a relief. But that still leaves us with no power. The few naquadah generators we brought won't be nearly powerful enough. With the ZPMs gone we can't dial home."

"Sorry, but there really isn't another power source other than the ZPMs. They last tens of thousands of years, the Ancestors never really considered needing a backup power source. That's why they abandoned the war with the Wraith. They had no backup power sources and were down to their last ZPMs.

"There's some sort of solar technology outside though. That will provide enough power to run life support and such when we're on the surface. At least we'll have air conditioning, " Harry finished, trying to get Elizabeth to smile.

"Elizabeth!" Rodney McKay shouted from across the room. "Shields are failing! We're …"

The floor suddenly started shaking. Some sort of locking mechanism was heard and the city suddenly started to rise.

"Hold on!" Elizabeth instructed, clutching to the console in front of her.

Sunlight suddenly streamed in through the large glass window behind the star gate. Easing herself to her feet, she looked to see her two companions smiling, their eyes closed in joy.

"Harry, Daphne?"

"She's singing. It's good to see the sun again."

A/N: And that finishes my mini-crossover. Wizards are Ancients. ZPMs require a rare element to manufacture, which the Ancients couldn't get more of, being under siege by the wraith. So they gave up and came home. Wizards aren't divided by country, but they stick mainly to Europe and Asia as that's were the Ancient survivors returned to after Atlantis. Muggleborn happen when two squibs have children, and there is a special class at Hogwarts to teach them the 'Wizarding' language when they enroll. All wizards speak Ancient. And Atlantis is alive.

A/N2: There will be more one-shots following this. They don't form a timeline or continuity or anything. Just randomness, so one story doesn't affect the other.