Chulac is it then.

"Commander O'Neil, we could not reach you via radio! The activation of this Stargate has attracted the attention of the Goa'uld and they have come to earth to get it back!" The excited young officer called out.

What followed was described later as the most anticlimactic, one sided battle SG-1 had ever experienced. O'Neil was the first to comment that these kind of battles were the best ones if you were on the right side of it.

In the remains of the pyramid sized and shaped Gou'uld command ship that had impaled itself on 'The Shard', a giant, needle shaped high scraper building in the middle of London - onto which it had miraculously tried to land on, their mixed band of wizards, alien and earth soldiers randomly poked through the corridors. The alien ship that was filled with confused or dead soldiers, sometimes they were both at the same time. Luna had convinced Commander O'Neil and his Team to help them to search a sarcophagus, the legendary healing device of the Goa'uld that might be able to prolong the life of the currently petrified Sherlock Holmes.

The ships shield generator was still working and a glowing camouflage sphere was flickering around it, hiding it from the view of the Londoners who - so far - had only seen that their most visible sign of architectural lunacy had somehow vanished from sight in the middle of the night. From inside of the shield the whole ensemble reminded Harry terribly of the sign of the three deathly hallows and Luna pointed out the possibility that now that Harry was the master of Death and a Tool of Fate herself, he most probably would leave iconic footprints wherever he used his mighty magical wanker wand.

"I wish you would stop calling my wand names with sexual innuendo." Harry said. "Otherwise I will start to pay back in kind."

Luna gave him a challenging look back. "Or what? Harry Potter, wielder of three magic sticks?"

Harry chuckled involuntarily. "Luna Love-God, I will not tolerate your grinding my loooong and ard earned reputation into your smutty, deep and dark, slippery games where you twist and shove it around until you are satisfied. When I am done with you on the sheets of honor and passion, you will be able to ride any animal without further tuition!" With that Harry left his five 'battle' companions standing open mouthed and rounded the next corner.

"I think I have peed myself a little," Luna squeaked with a tiny, high voice. "Wait for me Harry!" she bounced happily after him in the direction where some cries of desperation and phaser fire could be heard.

"So Dr. Jackson," Hermione took the arm of the scientist and continued in the tone of an interesting scientific excursion or maybe a shopping stroll - ignoring the remains of battle that could be heard around them, "beside of all this, could you make an educated guess at where we would find this sarcophagus and how to operate it?"

"Miss Granger, so far I had not an opportunity to tell you what we know about the alien healing technology. I will be frank with you, I highly doubt that we would be able to start the sarcophagus here on earth, since the ships main generator has been almost annihilated by Harrys first hit. That must have been the reason why the thing fell from the sky like a brick." Dr. Jackson looked at the ground. "We only have access to one other Naquadah reactor which is on Teal'cs homeworld. Second to that, the reason why this ship has a sarcophagus is because the life prolonging effect or the device is temporarily. It can heal any injury or sickness if the patient is otherwise healthy, but age is not an illness - it is a wide spread slowing down of the inner cell activity in the body. If Mr. Holmes would come out of the sarcophagus alive he would have to come back frequently for a treatment, depending on how much of rejuvenation he would apply on himself. The younger he gets the more often he would need to visit the sarcophagus to keep in this state because his naturally 'old' metabolism would eat up his available health at a higher pace - at least that what I have understood." Dr. Jackson was pointing towards a large door.

"That's it, the way to the throne room where Apophis has his sarcophagus. I had once been captured and brought in front of him when he got out of it and I remember the runes that were leading here." Dr. Jackson grabbed Hermiones hands.

"Please Miss Granger don't be disappointed. If we can transport and restart the sarcophagus on Chulac, there will be only a limited chance for Mr. Holmes to come back to earth. Maybe he can visit for some days before the aging process would restart, which would then shorten his roundtrip time further. And the sarcophagus would be highly sought after since Chulac is the secret main base of resistance against the Goa'uld system lords, so there is a high demand for medical supply and healing."

Hermione was silent for some seconds, lost in thoughts.

"Well I will miss Harry and Luna terribly, but everyone else that could matter is dead or mind wiped so deeply that they would not recognize me if I would hit them with a stick. So the two of them will have to come to visit us. The people on Chulac might even like when I join Sherlock on their planet, because I am one of the most advanced magic healers in England. And Sherlock will be so excited by all these new secrets that he can puzzle out.

Lead the way Dr. Jackson."

The End - for now

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Authors note:

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And now for the main dish: Potters Wars, I will publish this -almost done- story from now on.

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