YAY! Chapter 2, actually 3 if you count the prologue...but anyway, it's finally here! And, it's a longer chapter, feel joy. It's summer and I haven't had my ADD meds in a while, thus, I'm more scatterbrained than usual, sorry.

Be glad I don't own the rights to either of these lovely, lovely works. My mind runs in twisted circles, my friends...

Ginny lowered herself onto a mattress on one of the bunk beds. "Does anybody have any idea what just happened to us?" she asked. She didn't receive an answer except for a decisive "Nothing what-so-ever" out of Luna.

Silenced reigned.

Out of the blue, it seemed, Dean chuckled. At the inquisitive looks of his companions, he chuckled again. "This all reminds me of a bad sci-fi movie."

Luna shot out of her metal fold-out chair. "That's it!" she cried, "We've been sucked into a movie!"

Dean hooted, "That's a riot! It's a movie about kids getting sucked into a movie! I wouldn't pay to see it!"

Luna fixed a glare on him, "I was serious."

Dean stared back at her with a grin still on his face and laughter in his eyes. "So was I."

Luna placed both her hands palm down on the flimsy table and leaned forward a bit, her glare deepening. Dean just smiled.

Hermione heaved a sigh from another of the bunk beds, and pinched the bridge of her nose, the squabble was giving her a headache. "Dean, stop harassing her. Luna, sit down, we have not been sucked into a movie."

The blonde plopped back down in her wobbly chair sulkily. "Then what's your explanation for it?" she demanded.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Dean turned to look at her. She was the smart one, the know-it-all; she would have at least an answer if not a solution…Right? The tension grew as she didn't reply straightaway.

Finally she answered in a defeated voice, "A portal."

"But those are impossible," Ron countered immediately. "A myth."

Hermione shook her head, "No, Ron. Nearly impossible. They're close to no accounts of them due to the fact that almost no one has come back from where ever the portal went. They're a phenomenon, most times occurring naturally. The last, and only, record of a man-made portal was made by Merlin himself."

Not sure where this was going, and not really wanting to know, Harry spoke, "…So where does that leave us?"

"In summary," She flopped back on the mattress, "stuck in an alternate dimension, in a holding cell on a military base." Hermione gave another sigh, "Even if we were to get off the base, we have no idea what their world is like; if they have a wizarding community, or if their muggle world is anywhere close to ours. Even if there was a wizarding community, Merlin might not have succeeded in his portal. If he did, his records and notes are most likely kept in the Ministry of Magic library, which we probably won't be able to enter, much less steal from." She took a resigned breath, "There's too many if's."

OOOOOOOOOO

An hour had passed, and they were still in the same place they were sixty minutes ago: wondering what they were going to do now. All eyes turned to the door when it swung open. In walked two soldiers who immediately stood on either side inside the door with another one, this one with a cap, follow behind and stop in the doorway. "All of you, follow me," he said, then turned around and strode off, obviously expecting them to follow. The two men at the door stared at them expectantly while they reluctantly got up and followed the other guy. The door soldiers with Voldemort and his chair brought up the rear

The little entourage made their way to the infirmary where a cinnamon haired lady in a lab coat called Dr. Frasier shined a flashlight in their eyes, made them say "Ahhhh" while she looked in their throats, and other such things.

"Now," said the doctor, "we're going to need a blood sample." Ron already knew that the muggle world was a little crazy, but when the short woman started to get out needles, tubes and a strip of rubber, he started to get a little anxious.

Luckily Hermione caught this, "Just do what she says, Ron. If anything is out of the ordinary, we'll tell you."

Still apprehensive, he conceded "Alright, if you say so."

OOOOOOOOOO

Cassandra Frasier stepped out of the elevator and smiled at the familiar concrete hallways. It was Friday and she didn't have school for two more days, (oh, the tempting taste of freedom; only two more months till summer vacation) what better place to go than the SGC? She had to drop her backpack at the infirmary and her mom would probably make her do at least one piece of homework before she let Cassie visit the others, but one or more of SG-1 always seemed to be injured anyway, so she's probably end up talking and the homework being forgotten.

Halfway there she ran into Daniel

"Hey Cass," said Daniel, wrapping her in a hug. "It's great to see you again. How are you? Is life treating you okay?"

"I'm fine, school is boring as usual. Anything happening 'round here?"

"Actually, some people got through the Iris today, though they have no idea why they're here; a bunch of teens and another guy. Your mom's giving them the usual tests right now, she could probably use your help."

Cassie shrugged, "I was headed there anyway. See ya." A group of teens had managed to get through the Iris? And they weren't here to destroy the human race? Odd, but this place had seen stranger things.

She dropped her dark blue backpack in the office and headed on out into the main room where her mom was with six people.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, Cassie. What brings you here? I though you'd be out, it is Friday."

"Eh. I didn't have anything to do, thought I'd come see if anything was happening here." She grabbed some gloves and fought to put them on. "Apparently there is. Need any help?"

"Sure, hon. Grab a needle, I'm just taking some blood. Two tubes." She pointed to a red haired girl with freckles, and a guy with skin the color of dark chocolate, "Those three haven't been done yet."

"Three?" Unless her math failed her, there were only two people.

Janet, who was taking blood from a boy with messy black hair and glasses, waved a hand in their general direction, "The guy in the chair." There was a pale, skinny man with a funky flat nose tied to a roller-chair, unconscious.

"Oh."

She took up a needle and a couple blood tubes and went to the fire haired girl. "Hold out your arm please, elbow down." While she tied the tourniquet, she asked in a friendly manner, "What's your name?" She knew from spending so much time in the base hospital that it was best to make to make people comfortable and to distract them whilst sticking needles into their flesh.

The girl, who seemed about her age, was watching what Cassie was doing with not a small amount of doubt. "I'm…Ginny. Why do you need my blood?"

"I'm Cassandra, but call me Cassie." She put the first tube in and watched it fill with blood. "We test the blood for things like diseases, naquadah, abnormalities, that kind of thing," she explained, taking out the first and filling in the second. "Your body will naturally replenish what's been taken; it'll be back before you know it." Cassandra quickly finished and labeled the tubes. She turned to the guy in the chair just as her mom finished with the other boy. Cassie still marveled at how fast and efficiently Janet did stuff like that. Janet always told her it was just lots, and lots of practice.

Her mom clasped her shoulder, "No, Cass. They say this man's dangerous, I'll do this one."

Cassie stepped back and looked back at the teens, "So, I met Ginny just now, who are the rest of you?"

A blonde girl spoke, "Name's Luna." A feeling of familiarity sparked.

"Dean," said the black boy.

"I'm Ron, Ginny's brother." The feeling was growing stronger.

A girl with bushy brown hair was Hermione. At this point Cassie felt the nagging at the back of her brain, bells and whistles were going off in her head.

Just before she found out the name of the boy with glasses, a small commotion broke out with the guy in the chair.

"What are you doing, muggle woman? How dare you touch me, mudblood! I am the Dark Lord!" His voice was smooth and slithery and everything you'd expect from a supposed 'Dark Lord'.

Janet, however, was not impressed. "Yeah, yeah, you and every other goa'uld in the universe." The feeling in Cassie's mind was begging to be acknowledged now. She knew she knew this from somewhere. Try as she may, it just wasn't clicking.

She turned back to the messy haired boy, "And you are?"

"My name is Harry," he seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Harry Potter."

Click. Comes the dawn.

Hoo-rah! my first ever cliffy+sounds of noise makers+ Woo! Also, I'm having trouble with the title, and 'No Title as of Yet' doesn't really hook readers' attention. Help?

KaoriU: Thanks Rachel. My dad still thinks it's funny that I got you hooked on Stargate. I don't know if I told you, but my dad's getting surgery in June so we are going to have to post pone our move. I'll be back at the beginning of nesxt year most likely. seen you then!

blackmagic: Just trying to stay true to the character XD

DragonFire63: It's an AU, so no real particular season. I'ts a ways in, but before Danny died and Jonas took his place.

Hoax and Ava: I guess you'll jut have to wait and see which one of you is right.

Also thanks to pandabears and SG1reader for reviewing and boosting my admittedly low self-esteem. I love you all.

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