Chapter 2

"Look, Malfoy, it's not my fault McGonagall gave us both detention," Harry said, glaring at Draco Malfoy and examining the sinks in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Finding the snake-engraved one, he concentrated on it, trying to remember the Parsletongue syllables. "Open up," he hissed, and the sinks sunk out of sight, revealing the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Malfoy lazed against the stall doors, examining his nails. "It's about time, Potter," he spat as the tunnel opened. "Let's get this over with, shall we? Hmm?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped, sitting down on the edge of the pipe, preparing to slide into it. "Before I find myself agreeing with you." He pushed off, sliding out of sight down the man-sized pipe.

Draco sighed and pushed off from the wall, walking towards the large hole in the floor. Again he heaved a sigh. "I hate this so much." He sat down, shoving off after Harry.

They fell into the darkness, sliding down the convoluted pipe, passing little adjoining pipes. Suddenly, ahead of Harry, the pipe forked. He put his hands out, stopping his descent with effort. He didn't remember this from before. He looked at the two options, trying to guess which led to the Chamber, when he heard a scream behind him right before Draco slammed into him from behind, knocking them both into the right-hand pipe.

Malfoy tumbled down the pipe after Harry, cursing as his legs catapulted over his head. He cartwheeled downwards, smashing against the walls. The air rushed from his lungs as they shot out of the pipe and landed in a heap in a very old, very dusty room.

Harry sat up slowly, shoving Draco off him and looking around. He saw pipes entering the room from all angles, leading to a huge iron boiler in one corner. Flames gleamed through a grate below it, making the room shimmer with heat. "Well, this isn't the Chamber of Secrets."

Draco, not fully conscious, simply rolled over onto his back. He covered his face with his hand, trying to repel the nauseous feeling rising in his throat.

"Ouch…"

"Stop complaining, Malfoy," Harry said absently, standing cautiously. He saw a door and moved towards it. He was about to open it when a sound stayed his hand; voices from the other side. They were high, happy voices. House-elves.

"Summer time… and the living is easy…" Draco was having trouble breathing, he couldn't control his shaking, and he really hated falling. Slowly, fearing he wouldn't be able to walk more than a meter, he got to his feet and ran his hands through his immaculate hair. Not immaculate anymore. "What's that?"

Harry looked at Draco like he had grown a second head. "They're called house-elves, Malfoy."

Draco, still not completely well, simply waved off Harry's sarcasm. "No, that… grinding-" All sound was drowned out by a great whooshing sound, like a great burst off water exploding out of nothing.

"It's coming from there," Harry said, pointing to a second door, harder to see as it was hidden more or less behind the boiler. A brilliant blue light flared around the edges of the door, flared and then was gone. Silence reigned for a moment, and than an unfamiliar voice spoke from beyond the door.

"We are so not in Kansas anymore."

Then followed a voice that made Harry's heart leap. One that he hadn't heard since that night at the Ministry, last spring. "I thought we were going to Colorado."

"It's an expression. There's an old film, Wizard of Oz, ah, forget it." There was a short pause in which Harry exchanged startled glances with Draco. "Long story short, it's an old saying."

Harry looked at Draco nervously. "Should we go check it out, do you think? I thought I heard…" He couldn't say it, couldn't admit to the possibility. Impulsively, he opened the door, lighting his wand to light the way.

Daniel pulled his zat from its holster, bringing it to bear on the opening door. Before he could call a warning, the intruder spoke.

"Sirius?" The voice was hesitant, a boy's voice, and filled with an emotion that was more than fear and less than hope. "Sirius? Are you there?"

The man beside Daniel leapt forward, all but tackling the boy standing in the doorway. "Harry!" Sirius cried out. "You're alright! You're okay!"

Jack smirked. "I think the lad's okay."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Sirius? Mr. Black? What's going on? And by the way; where are we?"

Sirius looked up at them, his face shining in joy. "Who cares where we are? Harry's here, and he's okay!"

The boy, Harry, laughed with Sirius, hugging him in relief. "You're at Hogwarts."

Sam took the opportunity to butt in. "We really would like to know where we are. We did bring you back, after all."

"You did better than bring me back. You brought me home! This is Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Scotland. You know where Scotland is, right?" He looked around at the rock walls of the small room that housed the 'Gate. "Although I can't say as I've seen this particular room before, Harry."

"Well," said Harry, pointing back the way he had come. "Draco and I were supposed to be going to the Chamber of Secrets to get some Basilisk skin for Snape, but I guess we took a wrong turn. There's a big boiler in the next room, and I could hear house-elves in the room after that. Actually, I think we're in the basement."

Jack and Daniel exchanged amused looks. They now had a new joke. "Hogwarts?" Jackson and O'Neill asked in stereo. "That's a…" Jack paused. "Unique?" Daniel put in. "Yeah, unique. That's exactly what I was going to say. A unique name."

"It's a very old name, and has nothing to do with either hogs or their warts," said Sirius stuffily. "And why are you here, Harry? I left you in the Department of Mysteries."

Harry's smile faded. "Sirius, that was four months ago. I'm sixteen now, in Sixth Year. I thought you were dead."

Sam gave a low whistle, Teal'c raised an eyebrow incrementally, and as usual, both Jack and Daniel had something to say.

Jack scuffed the ground with the toe of his boot. "Awkward moment…"

Daniel, in a totally out of character gesture, groaned loudly and exclaimed, "Not again! I hate time travel!"

Harry looked at the two men curiously. "You're muggles, aren't you? When would you have time-traveled?"

Sam gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. "That," she said. "Would be classified."

Harry returned the smile, raising his wand. "So is this castle, if you really are muggles, so I'll have to ask you to come with me, please. We should go and see Dumbledore." He turned, looking over his shoulder. "Draco? You there?"

"Yeah, Potter, I'm here." A blond boy entered the now sweltering Stargate chamber, glaring at all those assembled within. "So are you muggles?"

"Well," Daniel glared pointedly at Sirius "If I knew what a muggle was I could tell you."

"Oh, right" Sirius said, laughing slightly "A muggle is simply a non- magical person. The opposite of a wizard or witch, who can do magic."

"Well, that leaves you out, don't it Danny?" Jack looked positively evil. Daniel scowled at him.

"Go back to the Windy city and blow me, Jack," he said precisely.

"There are children present, boys," warned Sam, her eyes never leaving Harry's wand, which was pointed more or less at Jack's chest.

Draco raised his eyebrow at being called a child, but didn't comment. His lip curled contemptuously. "Muggles, inside Hogwarts. Disgraceful."

Harry ignored him. "So, you are a wizard?" he asked Daniel, sounding a little confused.

Daniel smiled, grateful for some decent conversation. "It's a bit confusing, to tell the truth. You see, about a year ago, I ascended to another plane of existence on a path to enlightenment sort of thing. I broke a few rules, and now I'm back. Jack just likes to poke fun."

"Ah," said Harry, not understanding at all.

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose. "In case you were wondering, that was classified too."

Harry smiled. "I don't think it matters. I didn't understand a word of that. Did you, Draco?"

But Draco wasn't answering. He was staring, slack-jawed, at Daniel, shocked recognition brightening his eyes. "You're… You're not…" He gulped, licking his lips before he continued. "Not a muggle."

Daniel blinked. "Excuse me?"

Draco was clearly shocked, almost inarticulate. "You're… you're the Ankh'ish!"

Daniels's brow furrowed in consternation as he translated. "The Undying One?"

Jack guffawed. "You've got the wrong guy, Draggo, or whatever your name is. Danny here spends more time dead than alive."

Draco was close to panic. "No!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air as if to protect himself from the misinformation. "No, it's… It's a sort of power over death and the dead. Very few people have it, only you and one other in all of time. You're descended from the legendary Osiris!"

"I'm descended from that snake? That thing that took- stole- Sarah? That semi- sentient parasite that tried to kill Sam? That murdering evil slave driver? I don't think so. It's not even physically possible!"

Sirius spoke up now, drawling condescension in his voice. "Malfoy's not being very coherent, I'm afraid. I don't know anything about an evil snake, unless you count Voldemort. The Osiris that he means was a wizard who ruled in Egypt ,over 5000 years ago. He was very powerful though no one recalls the name he had before he took on the name of the dying god. He held power over death and the dead. In more modern language, he would be called a necromancer."