OOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAAAAAY; I don't own Stargate. I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Egypt. I do own this idea.
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It was a one way trip. It didn't matter what they said about lost cities being chocked full of ancient technology, and the statistically improbability of a ZPM not being among the debris left behind, if all of the Stargate teams over a period of seven years had come across one, singular solitary, lonely-not to mention depleted-ZPM, why should being in another galaxy change the statistics? They were going to go through that Stargate and never see Earth again- at least not for a long, long time.
That suited him just fine. And judging by the names on the list of those going, he wasn't alone. Peter Grodin- he was pretty sure that was one of the infamous Creevy brothers, if the degree in photography was anything to go by. Laura Madden-her profile practically screamed Debbie Greengrass, a rather mischievous Ravenclaw that had been in the year above his. There were more, and he'd probably add a few to the list after he'd gotten to know them. Running away couldn't be so bad.
And then he saw who his boss was going to be.
She-it. His boss was Dr. Rodney McKay, a kalb, to use a handy curse word he had picked up in Egypt. A pathetic little worm who betrayed his family and all but signed their death warrants, the bastard.
Then again, maybe it could.
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