No. 1

(Harry Potter/Stargate SG-1, Harry Potter + SG-1, (AU post-books) Harry somehow manages to get himself transported to another reality and tumbles ungracefully out of Earth's Stargate. http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/683541.html?thread=89973525#t89973525)

"All right, Harry?" Ron asked.

Standing in the Department of Mysteries in front of the thing through which Sirius Black had vanished forever was difficult. He had been a faithful member of the Order of the Phoenix till the end, and the Wizengamot had finally cleared his name. Harry stood before the Veil and listened to its whispers.

"I'm all right," he said.

Hermione cleared her throat. "We can't stay down here forever."

Harry closed his eyes, wished he could hear his godfather's voice one more time.

A woman cried, "Harry!"

His eyes snapped open.

She said it again. No, not his name. She'd said, "Hurry!"

Harry peered at the veil, expecting to see some spectre of a woman. Instead, he saw himself. The Veil wasn't a veil at all. It was a sheer cloth covering for some kind of mirror. For one second, Harry was gazing at his own reflection, and then there was a low humming.

Ron said, "What's that?"

Harry's reflection flickered, and in its place was a woman, but she wasn't a spectre. She was tall and blonde. "Hermione," Harry said, "the veil's really a mirror." He pushed the fabric aside.

Hermione screamed. "Don't!"

The woman in the mirror said, "SGC, this is Carter. We're coming in hot!"

Harry felt that sharp tug behind his navel, like a portkey, and then he was tumbling arse over teakettle down a metal ramp.

In a cement room full of soldiers with guns.

He flailed to his feet. The woman from the mirror was there, followed by a massive black man, and two other men with brown hair and blue eyes who might have been brothers.

A voice from overhead said, "SG-1, status?"

The man with the glasses said, "Where's Vala?"

The other man stared. "Who the hell are you?"

Harry raised his hands like he'd seen In films. "I'm sorry, I think I'm lost."

The man with the glasses blinked at him. "Is it just me, or is that accent familiar?"

"Dr. Jackson," the overhead voice intoned, "are you telling me that Vala was changed into a teenaged boy?"

The other man sighed. "It's possible, sir. There was an Ancient device. It was shiny. I told her not to touch it."

The blonde woman peered at Harry. "Vala, is that you?"

Dr. Jackson smiled gently at Harry. "Everything is going to be fine."

The massive black man, who had a curious golden tattoo on his forehead, raised his eyebrows. "What is your name, young man?"

"Harry, Potter," he said.

Mitchell blinked. "Come again?"

"Harry Potter."

Mitchell winced. "Not Vala?"

Harry resisted the urge to reach for his wand. "No."

Carter furrowed her brow. "Let's see your scar."

Harry reached up, paused. "You know who I am?"

Dr. Jackson turned to Carter. "You do?"

The massive black man said, "You do not?"

Dr. Jackson's brow furrowed. "Teal'c, do you know him?"

Teal'c raised his eyebrows. "I am familiar with his life story."

"The scar, kid," Mitchell said.

Harry pushed his fringe up off his forehead.

Carter peered more closely at him. "It looks real."

Mitchell groaned. "Of course it is." He gazed up at the window overlooking the cement room. "Sir?"

"Get cleared by medical, and then escort our guest to a VIP room while we sort this out." The overhead voice sounded worn-out. "Any theories about how this happened, Carter?"

She turned to Harry. "Are there stargates where you come from?"

"Never heard of them."

Dr. Jackson said, "Did you happen to touch a strange mirror?"

Harry blinked. "How did you know?"

Mitchell smiled. "Quantum mirror. Piece of cake. C'mon, Boy Who Lived. Let's get you checked, fed, and then we can send you home, and we can get Vala back."

"Am I in America?" Harry asked. He followed Mitchell down the ramp. At a command, the other soldiers lowered their weapons and stepped back.

"Yes," Dr. Jackson said, "but probably not the one you're thinking of. Do you know Sam and Mitchell?"

"Sam?" Harry echoed.

"Major Carter," Dr. Jackson amended.

"No," Harry said. "I don't really know any Americans."

Dr. Jackson looked confused.

Teal'c placed a massive hand on his shoulder. "You may borrow my books, Daniel Jackson."

"Books?" Dr. Jackson echoed.

"Indeed." Teal'c turned to Harry. "Harry Potter, are you able to cast magic in this universe?"

Harry, who had started to reach for his wand, paused. "What do you mean, this universe?"