Harry wrapped his arms around his torso as he was marched down the hall. No explanation had been given for being rousted from his cell. Daniel Jackson and a major Sam Carter had been visiting when a sour looking man had come to get him and Daniel was now trotting along beside him, trying to reassure him.

They were approaching a door to what was apparently another cell, the alien Teal'c waiting beside General Hammond. "Doctor Jackson. Please wait outside." The general ordered, placing a firm hand on Harry's shoulder. "Teal'c. If you would..."

Teal'c opened the door, and the general shoved Harry through, closing it after.

"Harry!"

Harry turned in shock, his face warring between relief and horror when he saw who was handcuffed to the bunk at the other end of the room.

"Professor Snape?! How did you get here?!"

"I flew." Snape said drily. Harry didn't understand the comment.

"Why are you here?"

"I've been searching for you, nitwit, for two weeks!"

"Did Dumbledore send you to look for me?"

"Quite a few people have been sent to look for you. How did you even get here? Do you know how much trouble it was to find you!?"

"I...I was exploring Slytherin's secret library and I think I accidentally grabbed a portkey. It dropped me here. I hid for most of the two weeks but they caught me three days ago when I lost my cloak."

"Hmpf. Have you at least found out what this facility is? I find myself confused."

"You'll never believe me! They have a machine that activates wormholes across space to different planets! The tall man with the gold thing on his forehead outside is even an alien!" Harry was practically bouncing on his tiptoes in excitement.

Severus stared. "Well. That certainly clears things up." He said sarcastically. "Get over here and grab my arm, we're going to apparate out of this hellhole."

Harry darted over to his professor, cautiously grabbing hold of his arm. Severus stood up, leaning awkwardly because of the handcuff. He swore and the cuffs broke.

"Handy." Harry muttered.

Severus spun on his heel, and Harry felt a tug on his navel. The room faded in and out, and then someone screamed. They were still in the holding cell. Harry put a hand out to steady himself, and saw his professor sprawled on the floor, his eyes closed.

Panic crawled up Harry's throat. "Professor?! Professor!" He yanked on the man's sleeve. The door flew open, and the room was filled with military.

"Get the doctor. Save those surveillance tapes for study!"

"Someone get the boy out of here!"

...

"Well, It seems like they know each other." Carter said, eyeing the monitor as they replayed the surveillance footage.

"Yes, but how well? I'm not exactly getting warm and fuzzy vibes from this reunion." Daniel Jackson muttered.

"Could just be cultural differences. We still don't know where they're from." Carter posited.

"Where the hell is the sound, anyway?" Grumbled O'Neill.

"It cut out immediately after the boy walked in." Hammond answered. "We don't know why."

On the screen, the boy and the man appeared to fade and flicker, and Doctor Carter leaned forward, fascinated. "It's like...like he was molecularly deconstructing himself and Harry...like in a Star Trek teleport. Something must have disrupted the process. Do you know of any peoples that can do this, Teal'c?"

"There are a few...the Nox, of course,...if you wish for me to compile a comprehensive list I will do so, Major Carter." Teal'c answered.

"Not quite yet...general, with your permission, I'd like to see the detainee."

"Granted."

"Teal'c? Perhaps if you would come with me, firsthand interaction could help you determine Harry and his friend's origin?"

"That is possible. Lead the way Major Carter."