In the gate control room, General Hammond stood with Major Samuels, Captain Matthew and Emma Granger as they watched the Stargate being dialed up. Apparently, human morals won out over the fear reaction of sending another nuke through the gate and killing all the people on Abydos. It also helped that Emma, Matthew, Kalwasky and Jack were all witnesses to this and did not want to nuke the innocent people. As the gate fully activated, Jack walked up the ramp then tossed a box of tissues through it before the gate deactivated. He then came back into the control room while Samuels glowered at Jack.

"And what was that?" He asked, even though Jack sighed.

"Daniel has allergies." Came the simple reply, making Emma, Matthew and Kalwasky grin.

"Oh, I get it." Kalwasky said.

"Yeah," Matthew smiled, "That makes much more sense, as Daniel would know it was from Jack and not any military."

Emma sighed, "Now we have to wait for a reply."

"What if the aliens got them?" Samuels snapped.

"Then they would be blowing their noses." Jack snarked, only making the Major more incensed.

"They could be planning an attack at this very moment!"

"Aw, come on, Samuels," Jack snarked, "let me be the cynic around here, okay?"

It was some time later that the Stargate reactivated, as a tissue box that was covered in sand was tossed through before it deactivated. Jack walked up, picked up the sand covered box before brushing it off. He smirked as he tossed it to Samuels, as the box read "thanks, send more".

"Permission to take a team through the gate, sir?" Jack asked smugly, as Samuels rolled his eyes.

"Assuming I get the President's authorization. The mission briefing will be at 0800 hours. Consider yourself recalled to active duty, Colonel, Captains." Hammond said before walking away.

At the appointed time, everyone took their seats around the briefing room table, except one chair was empty. Emma raised her eyebrow at her husband before Hammond spoke up.

"Where's Captain Carter?"

"Arriving now, sir," Samuels said as Jack spoke up.

Carter?"

"I'm assigning Sam Carter to this mission," Hammond said, as he gave a look at Jack.

"I'd prefer to put together my own team-" Jack started to protest when Matthew spoke up.

"Captain Samantha Carter is Hermione's Aunt, Jack, so don't try and press the issue."

Jack blinked as the woman walked in and took her place at the table, saluting O'Neill before the banter kicked up a few notches before Hammond ended that. Samuels tried to suggest burying the gate but Jack flat out ruined that idea when he told them that the enemy had spaceships. Hammond gave the ultimatum that they had twenty-four hours or they would assume the worst if no message was sent back.

On the other side of the Stargate, the gate room was quiet, nothing moved except the team that had gone through the gate. Jack looked around as Matthew and Emma helped Sam get to her feet, as he looked around before something shifted in the shadows. Jack lifted his weapon only to see multiple armored figures with staffs similar to the ones Ra's warriors had but the armor was different. The armor was more skin tight, shaped so that it looked like that of a dragon. The helmet was shaped like the mythical creature as well, but the voices were not of the Abydosian language.

"Talla Cha!" One shouted before another figure stepped into the room and slammed his foot on the ground.

All of the other figures dropped to a knee before Jack got a look at the armor of the one that had just entered and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The armor was that of Ra's executioner's armor but the helmet was the most detailed rendition of the dragon that the others had yet. The helmet looked at him before it started falling in on itself to show the messy black hair, the lightning bolt scar and the glowing emerald eyes of Harry Potter.

"O'Neill," Harry grinned as Jack walked up and smiled at him, "Been a while, you never call, you never write."

"The letter couldn't be sent and the calls were out of the country," Jack retorted, "very expensive."

Harry rolled his eyes as the other armored figures' helmets collapsed to show the faces of the ones that helped Jack, including Skaraa. Jack noticed Harry looking around the group before he frowned, eyes narrowing.

"Where's my sister?"

The room went silent as Jack glanced at Emma, Matthew and Sam. This was not going to end well at all.

Across the Galaxy, Hermione Granger was not having the best time. After her kidnapping, she had been forced out of her uniform and into a dress and veil before being placed in a room filled with over fifty other women in similarly done outfits. Many of them didn't understand her but a few did, those few were from different planets and told her what was going on here. Apparently, this Goa'uld Apophis, was looking for a host for his mate, Amaunet. Many of the women from before hadn't pleased Amuanet and were killed, the others were waiting their turn to be brought before the Goddess.

Hermione sighed as she picked up some bread and ate it, as the table in the room was full of food. Apophis wanted to at least keep his potential brides to be alive at any rate, probably the only good thing about this. Walking over to a mirror, Hermione looked herself over and sighed. The dress was made to show off her body, simple as that. White cloth hung to her body in all the right places and hung loose where needed, her chest was emphasised quite a bit. Seriously, Hermione internally groaned, why emphasize her bust? She had heard a rumor that a Witch's body was correlated to how much magic she had, the more magic the more sexy and appealing she would be to the opposite gender.

Apparently that rumor was a fact, while she was fifteen years old her body looked more like a nineteen year olds from some Japanese hentai. Wide hips, narrow waist, long legs, a large bust, the works. Maybe that was why Apophis grabbed her, her looks. Ugh, men sometimes, Hermione groused before the metal doors opened up and Teal'c with two snake armored guards walked in. He looked around the room before pointing at a fair skinned woman with short blonde hair.

"You," Was all he said before the two guards grab the woman and drag her away.

Hermione shivered before seeing her 'friend' walk up to her and whisper, "I-I thought he was pointing at me."

Hermione shook her head, "He clearly had that other woman in his sights."

"Y-yeah," Her friend nodded, "but I don't think it'll be long before you are picked, with a body like yours."

Hermione hissed, "I'm only fifteen!"

Her friends gripped her shoulders, "With the Goa'uld, it doesn't matter."

Hermione could only nod as she looked over at the iron doors before they closed. Wondering how long it would be before she was picked, judged and/or discarded like the rest. Her chances were looking very slim.