Tonks found Harry in one of the city's many science labs he'd set up shop in. Against the far wall, a dozen or so identical replicators stood shoulder to shoulder in six rows two deep. To the pink-haired Auror they looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The formal jet black muggle suits, sunglasses, and earpieces certainly made them look out of place, even in a place such as the former Asuran City. Much to her dismay he still hadn't named it, though his initial suggestion of calling it Nympho City or something with that general name had been swiftly and ruthless squashed.

"So you finally figured out how to program them to be loyal?" she asked, referring to progress (or a lack thereof) on the nearly three-week-long project that was consuming much of his limited free time. Harry had been adamant that they wouldn't even be allowed to take shape until he was certain they couldn't somehow be used against him.

On her previous visits, they'd looked at nothing more than silver puddles on a table.

Harry nodded, truly pleased with the work so far. Their base code had to be rewritten from scratch seeing as the Asurans behaved almost like a sentient AI, with the ability to morph and adapt their base code beyond his control.

Tonks approached one, noting how impossibly still it stood. Then it clicked as to where she'd seen these guys before.

"You didn't!" she laughed aloud. He'd stuck party tags to the Replicator's suit Jackets that read 'Hi my name is 'Agent Smith'.

Tonks promptly morphed into Mr. Anderson and calmly stated, "I know Kung Fu" in that low raspy voice the other chosen one was known for.

The two laughed, and unseen behind them a single Smith lifted an eyebrow.

"I'm going to deploy these units into the field to try and sniff out Dobby in case he survived the destruction of his Al'Kesh. Though it might be prudent to put notice me not charms on them to help them blend in better."

"Good call, the Muggles can pick out famous people better than an airport drug sniffing dog flagging down a questionable-looking tourist from Thailand."

Harry raised his own eyebrow at the very detailed example.

Tonks frowned. "Don't ask."

On the table, a blob of the silver metallic fluid morphed into another Smith. He'd managed to sweep up a good amount of replicator cells from the City ship after parking it in the Atoll, though not enough to fulfill his dream of creating a Clone Army!

For that, he'd need to open up a Neutronium mine, and that might prove to be a bit tricky. After all, the Asgard had a big hard-on for the stuff (he shuddered at the choice of words)

The Neutronium was infinitely better than any alloy the muggles had come up with, including trinium. As it stood he could make a few hundred of them, and for now, it would have to do.

Tonks walked around the lab, a beach towel tucked under her arm. She wore a fairly revealing bikini top and silky thin skirt, perfect for spending a day on the picturesque beaches. It also did a great job of luring a certain science-loving wizard out of his lair.

Harry ordered the Smith to join its peers and shut the console down. The Metamorph looked at the disk-like contraption on the table with interest."

"Muggle tech?" she asked curiously.

Harry donned a pair of sunglasses and transfigured his lab coat into a fluffy white beach towel. "Yeah, I picked it up when James and I investigated Dobby's abduction. I'm fairly sure it blocks house-elf magic. How the muggles managed that one I couldn't tell you." He shrugged. "At least not until I find more test subjects."

Of course, he had some theories. It was a bastardized version of the Prior device Carter had developed in his old verse. But with Dobby'uld gone the project had been pushed to the back burner. They strolled out of the lab and towards the transporter.

"You've tested it?"

"Yeah, I asked James and Lily if they'd let me borrow Taffy." He grinned, recalling the trial and error experiments with the Potter's House Elf.

"She doesn't seem to like me much. Says I'm a bad wizard for inventing house-elf counters."

Tonks smirked, then looked slightly more pensive.

"Say, how come you don't call them Mom and Dad?"

Harry punched the screen of the transporter and they felt a slight increase in air pressure from being transported down several hundred meters.

He shrugged.

"I don't really know. James and Lily just sound right. I've never really used those words when I was a kid, and now it would just feel silly."

For a moment she felt like giving him a hug but the urge passed quickly as they stepped outside and onto the pier. A crude but sturdy rope bridge connected the five-story tall pier to the ring-shaped island down below. Harry had transfigured a large fossilized coral limestone slab into a stone stairway and platform that lead down towards the beach.

It was summer Holidays in Britain, and as such Sara and her friends were spending inordinate amounts of time on Harry's private stretch of beach.

Right now the island was accessible only by portkey, but he had plans to bring over some Asgard satellites he'd commissioned to allow for beaming in the near future. The navel-pulling sensation was getting old if you asked him.

Harry and Tonks joined the soon-to-be seventh years and silently conjured two loungers. A gaggle of mostly female voices greeted them, though there seemed to be at least a few boys mixed in as well, all of which were currently staring holes into Tonks and her outfit. She didn't help matters by teasing them and expanding her bust by a few cup sizes, dangerously stretching the fabric to its limits.

Harry himself was attracting a fair bit of attention as well, his tanned body crisscrossed with pale scars and the occasional tribal tattoo he'd picked up during his galaxy-encompassing travels.

He'd never been excessively muscular like Neville or some of the other beefcakes from his graduation year, but trapezing around the Galaxy and getting into massive fights every other week had toned his body into a well-oiled fighting machine.

Well-oiled because of Tonks's judicious application of the substance on his body, a favor which he returned in kind, causing her to moan.

Sara's friends were turning beet red at the borderline pornographic displays of affection happening next to them.

Prudes.

"S-so Harry", his quasi-sister shuddered, sounding incredibly uncomfortable. "We were wondering if you could take us in your spaceship and fly around some of the planets. You know, for extra credit in Astronomy."

He looked up from where the pretty Witch laid sprawled on the lounger as a result of his vigorous ministrations.

"Err, sure, but I only have Puddle Jumpers in the City right now. And they don't go all that fast."

The Cargo ship had been the only other ship in his possession here capable of Hyperspace travel, other than the city-ship itself. And well, he crashed that thing into an Asuran urban park. Needless to say, he was hurting for spaceships on this side of the mirror at the moment.

He needed to do something about that, he realized right then and there.

Thinking about Ancient ship designs, Harry remotely accessed the Asuran City database through the neural link and came across information about a Corvette class of ship that might do the trick. It certainly looked sleek.

Construction would take some time though. The Lantian city ships weren't designed for heavy industrial output and he really needed something like a shipyard. Regardless, he sent commands to begin producing the components for the ship using the matter replicators. The Smiths could transport and assemble them on the North Pier, so it wouldnt take up any of his own time.

"Are you hell-bent ongoing now?" He re-addressed his younger sister, still tracing lazy figure eights on Tonks's back. "Or can you wait for a few weeks while I cobble something together?"

She beamed at him brightly and entirely too innocently if you asked him. "We can wait."

He nodded, making a note to tweak the design to allow for bigger panoramic windows and stronger shield emitters to counteract the less durable hull.

With that out of the way, the group spent the afternoon doing the usual beach activities.

Swimming. Tanning. Beach Volley Ball. Sandcastle transfiguration competition. You know, the usual.

The rest of the Potter Brood trickled in throughout the day as they got off work. Lily arrived first, followed by JP and finally James. Oddly enough he brought his boss, Madam Bones, and her niece Susan.

Surprised and slightly concerned with the fact that they'd used the unauthorized two-way Portkey from the UK to get here Harry stood and greeted the good Director and his not quite school mate, skin still glistening in the late afternoon sun. Susan eyed him up like a hunk of meat, which he could live with. Her Aunt's similar look gave him the willies though.

"Harry, meet my superior, Madam Bones, and her niece Susan." James suddenly regretted having to make the introductions between the tw- three.

Harry cleaned his hand on a herby towel and shook both women's hands politely, something he hadn't done in years.

"How do you do?" his voice smooth and aristocratic, the complete opposite from the California surfer look he had going on. It shocked James to the core but the older man said nothing.

"You're more than welcome to join us. We were in the process of getting a fire started, but you fine ladies are more than welcome to soak up a few rays of sun before they're gone."

He gestured to the change rooms he'd set up near a grove of trees.

Susan grinned and her Aunt gave him a small smile as well. Harry took that as a good sign.

"We'd love to, Mr. Potter. Thank you for the invitation."

At this point alarms were going off in James' head left right and center. Harry was never this polite. Oh, Merlin. Why had he brought them along? The plan had been to quickly go to Diagon and pick up some potions supplies for Lily.

Harry had a top-notch lab in the penthouse and his wife had wanted to try some of the more complicated brews since she had access to incredibly rare ingredients. For having a rather well-stocked supply cabinet the kid was lacking some basic stuff, hence the shopping trip.

Now running into Amelia was not out of the ordinary, but after inquiring about the well-being of his family he let slip that they were going to a Potter relative's beach party for the evening.

The girl, Susan, smelt blood in the water and skillfully roped the senior Auror into a conversation about said beach to the point where it felt wrong not to invite them. Naturally, she immediately agreed, and to his infinite surprise, the director decided to come along.

She'd only lifted a perfectly manicured eyebrow when he produced the small Jaffa doll and asked them to hold on.

The elder Potter approached his wayward son and pursed his lips, trying to form the proper sequence of words that would convey just how much pain and suffering he'd be in for should he act like his usual self.

"Harry, so help me god if you do anything to those two, I will team up with Remus and god forbid even that ponce Black and prank you into the next century.

That was no idle threat. Three marauders with a vendetta against you sounded worse than being the number one undesirable of the Goa'uld. But Harry had his own secret weapon, specifically a pair of Weasleys on the other side of the mirror and a pretty big IOU. The young wizard grinned back at him and simply walked away to seek out his dearest sort of mother.

James's stare followed him, and he was sure the threat hadn't been strong enough. He felt an icy cold weight settle in his gut.

The two Witches emerged from the changing rooms, having transfigured their robes into something far less conservative than what the average DMLE Director or Witch in her early twenties would normally wear.

James quickly glanced towards his boss, not with a look of attraction but sheer unhidden terror. He quickly excused himself and began picking up driftwood for the bonfire with Sara and her friends, not wanting to be implicated in the potential sexual harassment charges his obviously distantly related relative would no doubt incur.

Harry racked his eyes over both of the witches, entirely unashamed. Tonks sauntered by and slapped Harry's ass.

"Wotcher, boss. Susan. Glad you could make it."

Bones looked amused. "Auror Tonks."

Much to James's surprise and relief no yelling or cursing followed in the next minutes or even hours. In fact, the evening went great.

Or it would have if Harry hadn't picked up the phone, so to speak.

oOo

Halfway through their third pitcher of Mimosas, he felt the small shrunken mirror in his swimming trunks vibrated. With a sigh he retrieved the mirror and fed some magic into it, causing it to grow.

"Bzzzzschhh H-Harry?" The connection was still a bit sketchy even with the close proximity to the quantum mirror, which now resided in the main tower under some serious protections. But it did allow for instant communications with the other verse, which was somewhat of a double-edged sword as he was finding out now.

"Jackson," the inebriated Wizard sighed, shifting minutely on the Hammock he and Tonks had claimed around the crackling beach bonfire. "How many times do I have to tell you these are only meant for emergencies?"

The small pocket mirror buzzed slightly due to some unknown interference and Mitchells face took up most of its surface a second later.

"We're being held prisoners on a huge honkin' Replicator ship!" Cam hissed, not sounding too happy at having to rely on Harry to get them out of trouble. "How's that for urgent?"

Looking up it seemed his very short but already incredibly bothersome conversation had garnered the attention of the rest of the group. Feeling his pleasant buzz all but evaporate the young man cast a sobering charm on himself and paid closer attention.

"Do you know where you are? The point me spell doesn't exactly work that well in space."

Mitchell handed the small compact mirror back to Daniel, who pursed his lips in thought. "I have an idea of where we're headed. They mind probed us-" Harry winced, knowing full well what that statement entailed. "-and somehow caught wind of an Ancient superweapon here in the Milky Way from my subconscious. They want to use it to destroy all organic life in the Galaxy. It's on Dakara."

"Really? The Jaffa Homeworld?"

Jackson nodded in confirmation. "We'll arrive there soon. Hurry!"The connection was severed a moment later.

"Wonderful," he growled before looking up. "So, you guys up for a spot of adventure?"

The group looked at him with varying amounts of trepidation ranging from fairly mild (the Bones's) to quite severe (James and Lily).

Ten frenzied minutes later found the group standing in front of the quantum mirror decked out in Kull armor and sporting Harry's tweaked Muggle P-90's. Sara's friends had been forcefully sent back to England, where they would no doubt trash his Condo in retribution for not being allowed to come along.

He'd left them with a case of Fire Whiskey and told them to go nuts. He gave it even odds that the building would still be standing when he got back.

The Smiths were invaluable in getting everyone ready before Harry shrunk and pocketed them. As it stood he only had about two dozen of the Agents, and he'd likely need every single one on this one.

Amelia and Susan had agreed to tag along out of curiosity, but looking at them now they seemed to have doubts. As one they reached out and touched the rippling surface of the mirror, instantly finding themselves in the Graf Spee's mirror chamber. The ship hummed quietly, some of the vibrations carrying into the well-protected space from the Neutronium reactors.

Harry instantly linked with the ship and plotted a course to Dakara. Before they'd even reached the bridge the ship jumped to Hyperspace from where he'd parked it in orbit over the super-secret ZPM building facility/Moon base on Io.

At this point, his Family and Tonks were used to Harry's often hectic and high-stress career choice but were coping adequately. The same could not be said for the two pureblood witches who were probably wondering what in Merlin's name they'd gotten themselves into.

They only had about fifteen minutes of flight time so Harry needed to make this quick.

"All right, boys and girls, listen carefully because this stuff is important." He mentally called up a hologram of a replicator. Not the human ones but the boxy pixelated-looking 'bugs' as O'Neill had coined them.

"Magic doesn't really work on these buggers unless you transfigure them, but with the volume that you're going to be dealing with it's really out of the question. He produced his own P-90 and tapped it affectionately before shouldering it and pointing at the bug.

"Hold it like this, look through the Reflex sight up here and aim for center mass. It's fairly simple. The rest is mostly common sense. Keep moving, be aware of your surroundings, and don't get swarmed. Cornered is OK because you can all Apparate. Just don't let them touch you because the results aren't pretty."

He focused on Susan in particular. "What kind of combat training do you have, Luv?"

She quickly composed herself and puffed out her chest in confidence. "I may not be an Auror but aunty taught me how to fight." She looked confident.

Harry sighed, making a mental note to assign her a Smith for the operation. Fighting magicals was nothing like she was about to be subjected to. If he wasn't so pressed for time and manpower he'd have benched her.

Moving right along Harry dropped a fistful of galleons on the table and promptly turned them into Portkeys.

"Take one, standard activation phrase applies. It'll take you straight back to the Spee."

He briefly went over the radios for the rest of the group sans JP, who probably knew the actual rules of conduct and didn't just swear into one randomly during a mission when things ultimately went pear-shaped.

The bridge grew quiet after that as Harry accessed his Ancient knowledge in the hopes of finding out where the weapons entrance was located. Surely it must be well hidden for the Goa'uld never to have happened upon it.

On top of that, he'd need to figure out a way to extract SG-1 from that replicator ship. Their subspace trackers had most likely been removed, and he hadn't given them Portkeys because activating them from across the galaxy would surely kill them.

They emerged from Hyperspace expecting a graveyard of Goa'uld ships with the Replicator ships clustered around the Temple Ruins.

Instead, they emerged a little ways from a pitched space battle between dozens of Ori Mother Ships and Hundreds of Ha'taks, Al'Kesh and what looked to be Anubis's Flagship.

The massive vessel dwarfed the Spee by several orders of magnitude.

The Goa'uld Mother ships were actually holding their own, though the numerical advantage made the skirmish more of a war of attrition. Already several dozen wrecks floated around, often used as cover by the remaining forces.

The Ori were outnumbered but took with them ten or more enemy ships for each of their own lost in battle.

Two quick shots from a Ori Mothership blew apart one wreck, with the third striking a Goa'uld ship. Its shields held, right until it was torn asunder by another volley from the adjacent ship. But the Goa'uld gave as good as they got because seconds later one of the bright white vessels succumbed to the combined fire of a dozen motherships.

On cue dozens of Replicator and Goa'uld controlled ships emerged in the system, their purple engines glowing ominously.

"Merlin, what is the deal with this planet?" Harry muttered, sending the Graf Spee into a tight spiral to avoid a trio of white-hot Ori Beams lancing from the rear guard force. "It's like everyone wants a piece of it."

The forward gun battery began to turn toward port and elevated to 25 degrees, completely facing nothing. The ship banked hard and zipped over the small cluster of Ori Ships, rolling until the turret lined up for but a split second. Three massive and impossibly quick bolts of light shot from the barrels, ripping apart two of the three ships. The last was left behind, unscathed but also unable to turn in time to re-engage.

With a three-way slug match of massive proportions taking place the relatively small and nimble ship had no problem approaching the planet, with only a few pesky Al'Kesh vectoring in to take shots at them. Those were quickly dispatched with a few drones.

Their good luck (it was all relative) didn't last because as always O'Neill decided to contact him at the most inappropriate time physically possible.

"Now's not a good time!" the Wizard practically hollered, avoiding a random potshot from a Ha'tak that mistakenly thought the smaller ship was easy pickings. A fifty ton super dense ferrous round quickly cored the thing, giving Harry time to fully address the freshly minted general.

"Where are you right now, and what do I hear in the background?" the Air Force Muggle asked, momentarily distracted.

"The Goa'uld, Ori and Replicators are all caught up in a giant slugfest over Dakara and I just happen to be in the middle of it all." Potter was getting agitated, his surrey accent was beginning to bleed through.

O'Neill's eyebrow rose in curiosity. "Isn't that a good thing?...you know, apart from you being there." He added hastily.

"Your moronic former team is on one of the Replicator ships!" He yelled, wanting to bang his head against something hard. Now he knew how Hammond felt all those times.

"Also, Dakara houses a superweapon that can wipe out life in the galaxy! Now, what's so important that has the potential to distract me enough to crash into countless thousands of tons of limestone, metal, and replicator blocks."

The older man's eyes widened at the revelation for a moment before muttering; "When you put it like that it doesn't sound so important. Whatever, we just received word from Atlantis that there's a massive Hive coming for Earth."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Define massive?"

"Several times larger than a regular one, nearly impenetrable hull, massive honkin' space guns." He shrugged. "You know, the usual."

Harry shook his head, really not liking how the end of the day was turning out. With a thought, he pulled up the calendar. Of course, it was Monday.

"What? Hives can't make the jumps between galaxies. The Wraith's organic ships can't take the radiation of prolonged hyperspace exposure the extended trip would produce. Not to mention the power requirements", Harry explained, equal parts confused and frustrated.

The others were torn between listening to a conversation they couldn't hope to follow and looking out of the fishbowl-like bridge window, watching golden pyramids and spindly white ships zip by at a truly alarming pace.

The fact that no one was directly controlling the helm added to their unease. Harry explained how he flew the ship, and arguing with the American muggle general was distracting him from that task somewhat. A mighty gong and jolt reverberated through the ship as it clipped a Ha'tak, blowing through a third of the pyramid's top. The shields flared bright enough to reveal their full outline before fading again.

'What have those clowns in Pegasus done now?' Harry asked himself while trying to think of a way he could lend a helping hand.

"Ah, well it seems Weir and her merry band lost one of the ZPM's you gave them. Though robbed would be a more apt term."

Harry slumped down into the control chair, hand covering his face in the classic Picard meme pose.

"Those complete and utter pillocks."

The ship had looped around the other side of the planet in the time it took for the short conversation to reach this point. Harry handing control of the vessel to one of his Smith agents and readied himself with a long-drawn-out sigh.

"I'll have to get back to you. Shouldn't be long though. Harry out."

He cut the connection and readdressed his guests/teammates for this half-arsed operation. The dumbstruck looks were nothing new, but after a while, the novelty was gone, mainly because of how outrageous the situations were becoming to produce them.

"Well then, shall we?"

oOo

"Gah, bloody Ancients and their word games."

The wall was covered in text from top to bottom. His eyes darted around for a minute or so, trying to make sense of it all.

"Bollocks, this isn't working and I don't the tim-" he didn't finish the sentence. "Of course, why not?" he rummaging through his bag he produced his trusty time turner and spun it a few times. OK, twenty-four to be exact.

"I'll be right back," he hollered to the defending witches, wizards, and Smiths just before vanishing. They were covering the temple entrance from any stray Jaffa or Ori Foot Soldiers.

Lo and behold a few seconds later the wall ground up and out of the way, followed by more than a dozen feet of solid bedrock. Inside the chamber stood Harry, sporting a days' worth of stubble and pushing down random blocks with a concentration he rarely showed when doing even the most complex magics.

"So, how long did it take you to figure out the riddle?" Tonks smirked, walking over to him and giving his bum a playful squeeze. Damn woman had an arse fetish. He didn't look up but the intense look softened a bit with a small smirk.

"Five bloody hours. I'd really like to know the bloke's name that thought up that asinine way of keeping people out."

"Why is that?" Sara asked.

Harry barked a laugh. "So I can summon him with the resurrection stone and give him a sound tongue lashing."

Before anyone could utter another word the four members of SG1 appeared out of nowhere and landed in a heap of tangled limbs and bruised egos.

"Right on time!" Harry greeted, looking at his wristwatch.

The group groaned, looking a bit worse for wear.

"How-? What-?" Mitchell grunted.

Harry continued working but happily obliged with an explanation.

"When I used the time turner the first thing I did was Gate back to Earth and plant a set of time-delayed Portkeys on this lot. Good thing too, you were about to leave the SGC." Harry moved to the side of the console and removed an access cover. When no one said anything he continued the explanation.

"What, there was no way for even me to board a replicator ship and get you, so it was the only way I could think of."

Honestly, he could think of so many uses for a time-turner they could fill a book.

He interfaced his tablet with the boxy control interface and began rapidly typing code for the new firing program.

"What are you doing?" Carter asked, shaking off the residual effects of being pulled through a vacuum by your navel.

"Writing a brand new firing sequence that will hopefully take care of the pesky Wraith problem on Earth. Instead of a wide area shock wave it will focus the disruptive properties of the weapon into a concentrated beam that can be aimed through the Star Gate."

"Wait, the Wraith are on Earth?" Mitchell asked with concern.

"Not on Earth, just in orbit, and kicking the shite out of its defense fleet I might add." Even now Harry was receiving real-time telemetry from one of the satellites in orbit and it wasn't looking good for the muggles.

A regular Wraith Hive ship was bigger than even the Ori's capital ship by more than twice the length. This Monstrosity was on a whole other level. The thing was half the size of the infamous and also very cool Imperial Executor-class Dreadnought.

Now there was a ship Harry would love to build. Too bad most of the tech isn't possible to duplicate, not to mention the size would make the construction a decades-long endeavor.

Besides, he'd have to pay George Lucas a fortune if he actually built the thing.

Harry was pulled from his daydream when Sam steered the discussion back to the weapon, which turned out to be the solution. "Daniel explained that it disrupts the molecular bonds in organic matter. You're counting on the Wraith ship being Organic for this to work?"

"Bingo," the Wizard confirmed, glad that someone here knew what he was up to. The rest of the group looked so lost it wasn't even funny.

"I thought this was about the Replicators" Lily asked, more than a bit confused.

"It was, but then those blithering idiots over at Atlantis played fast and loose with one of my power modules and screwed the pooch." Harry ranted, still not looking up. "The incompetence of that group is only dwarfed by their sheer dumb luck. Or it was until a few hours ago."

"Atlantis? You mean the same city we stole from the Replicators last month?" Sara blurted.

SG-1 shot looks of 'you didn't' over towards Harry, who growled.

"I'll explain later!"

"So what do you want us to do?" JP piped in, looking for something useful to do and trying to keep the tangents to a minimum.

"Not interrupting would be nice," the Wizard grumbled. "Oh, and keeping the gate secure." He summoned the two dozen or so Smiths from his pouch and unshrunk them.

"Take these guys with you. You'll need 'em."

"Harry, are those what I think they are?" Carter asked, suddenly quite alarmed.

"Relax, I programmed them myself. They're tamper-proof."

The glares the American muggles shot him were legendary.

"What about this place. Won't it be the priority for all of those psychos up there?" Tonks asked, pointing at the stone ceiling.

"I'll just close the door." He shrugged. "The Weapon will still work regardless. It's the gate that will be the most vulnerable."

SG-1 stood there for a few seconds before Harry handed them some guns.

"Mitchell, as much as I'd like to have you in this fight down here I need you up on the Spee. Right now I've got a Smith remote piloting her through the Neural link, but I'd really like to focus on this exclusively."

Cam looked towards the retreating group Harry had brought along for this latest adventure, particularly the identical suit-wearing copies but didn't comment further. They would hash this out later.

The former F302 pilot nodded before beaming away. In orbit, the Smith moved away from the chair and towards the weapons station. Mitchell sat down, warily eyeing the machine but quickly got into his new role with gusto and immediately performed some physics-defying maneuvers that a strange-looking vessel that size really shouldn't be able to perform.

"Sweet Mary! This thing flies better than most fighters I've driven!" The Colonel hooted with excitement as the ship strafed a nearby Replicator ship with its Gauss Canons.

Over the radio he briefly heard Harry growl; "Not a scratch on her when I come back, ya hear Mitchell?"

He received a whoop of joy in reply. Right, at least his ship would be in good hands.

The impossibly heavy stone door ground shut after the rest of SG1 took off, leaving Harry alone to finish the coding. Thank Merlin he had the time turner to program the Star Gates to fire all at once. It had taken him several hours to form a viable plan after spinning back. But once the damn Wraith problem was dealt with the Replicators were next!

oOo

Initially, things had gone well, Tonks thought to herself. With the help of Harry's Agents, they'd easily managed to clear out the ruins of both Ori infantry and the remaining Jaffa garrison. She'd mostly used her wand for those, feeling far more comfortable using it rather than the bizarre muggle gun Harry had provided her with. The Armor proved to be excellent as always, and because they were muggles she hardly even needed to make use of it.

No, the real problems started when the first Replicator ships landed and rapidly broke apart into an unholy amount of individual units. Their movements drowned out everything with this mechanical whirring noise.

She quickly switched to the SMG, pleased that she didn't need to concern herself with reloading. The rune work was exceptional and improved the combat effectiveness of the thing on an order of magnitude at least.

Earlier director Bones and her niece had gone to flush out a Jaffa-occupied building overlooking the square while the Potter children were busy fortifying the immediate area around the gate.

Transfigured sandstone blocks became walls, though because the replicators couldn't fire back they were partially unnecessary.

That left Tonks, Lily, and James sweeping the perimeter of the square.

Now though, the group was falling back, trading time for ground and slowly consolidating their firepower as their perimeter shrunk.

It was loud, chaotic, and seemed never-ending. For every Replicator destroyed three more would take its place. It was like some messed-up robot Hydra.

James figured it was time for a status update from Harry and apparated into the Control Room chamber.

"Harry, we need to speed things up." He was breathing heavily, sporting ballistic eye-wear over his regular spectacles. "Is that thing ready to fire yet?"

"Almost, but we can't fire the weapon at the Replicators! They're the only things keeping the combined fleets of Anubis and the Ori from bearing down on us! We'd never get the chance to use it on the super hive if we target them first!"

"Have you looked at what it's like outside?" James hollered. "In a few minutes, we'll be overrun BY the Replicators!"

Harry pushed another stone down with a dull thunk. "Just keep the gate secure. Bottleneck them if you can."

James cursed and apparated back into the Temple ruins. In the few short moments, he'd been gone The Smiths had tightened their perimeter into something that resembled an old British tactic called the reinforced square and were moving towards the centrally located gate, their guns blazing continuously without needing to reload.

The entire surface of the ruins was alive with movement as the Replicators continued to bear down on them.

The Blonde Haired muggle woman was fiddling with something near the dial home device, as Harry had described it.

The noise from thirty machine guns firing without pause was deafening.

The machines were just feet from their boots, and James squashed the urge to Apparate away. A half dozen Agents broke formation at their own expense to reinforce the Human's flank, buying them time but threatening the remaining Smiths with overwhelming numbers.

Just as it all started to fall apart the Sandy Haired woman shouted in success and a shimmering orange shield sprang to life around them.

The few dozen replicators inside the shield were swiftly dispatched.

Daniel sighed in relief and lowered his badly smoking gun. Despite the magical enhancements, they were most likely write-offs after the brutal treatment they'd endured over the last ten minutes.

"Don't hold your breath," Carter warned. "At the rate, these things are attacking the barrier it'll only hold for a few minutes befor-"

The gate suddenly lit up and activated, forcing a few of the group to leap out of the way of the vortex.

Daniel picked up the radio, looking a bit miffed. "Harry, the next time you just decide to dial out you'd damn well better let us know."

There was a pause for a second before it crackled in response. "Oh, you're still alive? I heard the shooting stop so I didn't think it was an issue."

The group gave each other looks that all but confirmed that Harry would be involved in a vicious mob beating when all of this was over.

"Star Gate command, this is Potter. Am I correct in the assumption that everything is ready on your end? Over."

"Err, yes, we're all ready for you here. And not a moment too soon. Establishing direct connection to the Daedalus." The grating voice of Sergeant Harriman confirmed.

"Potter, this is Hammond. You sure took your sweet time getting ready." In the background, sparks erupted from the ceiling, and a random cooling pipe burst.

"Can it, Baldy! In case you've forgotten, we're dealing with a little more than one measly Super Hive! I'm surprised it's not already been destroyed."

Before the irritated Air Force General could retort Harry announced the weapon was ready to fire. The group listened in fascination as the Daedalus's commander confirmed that the Earth gates event horizon was perfectly lined up with the Super Hive in Orbit.

Without further ado, a bright beam of white light shot from the central dais and towards the Gate.

Said beam streaked this way and that through the wormhole, shot out of the Earth gate, out of the hangar bay, and impacted the Hive amidships on the Starboard side.

Before Hammonds's very eyes the massive vessel began to dissolve until nothing but a cloud of dust remained.

"Well I'll be…" the Texan muttered.

Harry immediately yanked the control crystal that held the Wraith-specific program and slotted in the pre-coded replicator-based disrupter frequency crystal he'd written up after opening the riddle door.

The gate shut down and a second later lit up like a Christmas tree, all symbols glowing. Around the galaxy Star Gates activated in unison, ready to transmit the specifically lethal energy wave.

"Firing in three, two, one…" he calmly relayed over the Radio.

The Bubble looked much like a shock-wave from an explosion and scattered the Replicators like millions of grains of sand. The ones piled onto the shield slid down its side, leaving a relatively clean perimeter.

Silence reigned for a few moments before the orchestrator of all this destruction apparated into the middle of the square.

"Uffff!" he managed before disappearing in a three-foot-deep pile of deactivated blocks. After a moment of thrashing about, he popped back up.

"Nice, it worked!" he cheered, looking around.

The shield dropped and the group navigated towards the sole figure responsible for much of the chaos.

"Why do you sound surprised?" Lily asked before her expression turned dark and hands found themselves on her hips. It looked somewhat strange with the Jet black armor, but she still pulled it off.

"Harry Potter, tell me that you weren't gambling for this to work with our lives!"

His eyes widened. "Of course not. You were perfectly safe. You had the Portkeys after all."

On cue, Mitchell called in with some bad news.

"Uhh Harry, things are getting pretty wild up here. The Replicators got their butts kicked a couple of seconds ago but the Ori are thoroughly thrashing Anubis, and you don't have to be a psychic to predict what's going happens next."

Potter cursed, not really wanting to evacuate and leave the Weapon intact. "How many Ori motherships are engaged?"

"Well, they sent in more. As in, they're still coming in. Thirty plus as of five seconds ago…wait, make that thirty-two."

Yeah, Dakara is officially a write-off.

"All righty then. Let's the hell out of here. Mitchell, beam us up."

He looked around at the complete and utter devastation. Mixed in with the knee-deep replicator blocks and spent brass were SG1, Tonks, the Potters, the Director of the DMLE and her Niece, plus two dozen Agent Smiths.

Fuck, his life was messed up.

On cue, an Ori Beam blast raced town and blasted the top third part of the Temple mountain clean off.

Teal'c didn't look like a happy camper, but at this point, Harry wasn't sure what else he could do to remedy the situation.

A second later they found themselves on the bridge of Harry's pocket battleship. It was moving erratically, still engaging Ori Ships taking Potshots at it.

The shields had taken a pummeling, Harry noted immediately. They'd need to leave soon. Switching spots with Cam he brought the ship around for one more strafing run and gutted the Ori vessel that had blown up the Temple along with four others.

Hopefully, that would appease Teal'c.

Moments later they entered Hyperspace.