Disclaimer: Don't own...does want...

Warning: This is going to get Worse before it gets better...

Chapter 2: A Very Potter Time Loop

~)0(~

All was hope was yet to be lost. Oh no, wait… No, the world was doomed.

Elizabeth was tapping her foot. The soft clack-clack-clack of the sole touching base with the Ancient flooring, was enough to send chills up any spine, considering it was combined with a complete set of folded arms AND 'the glare'. The one their illustrious leader usually reserved for dealing with difficult parties during negotiations… You know, the one that made that Genii commander wet his standard-issue dress pants…

John and Rodney, -both curious at the strange singing phenomenon- had followed Dr Weir out of the Meeting Room; though now, were slowly backing away in fear and a desperate need for self-preservation.

Determined to wait out the oncoming verbal storm in a relatively safe place…

However, it seemed, that in light of no forthcoming explanation, Elizabeth whirled about and strode back into the Meeting Room, Atlantis politely shutting the doors after her dramatic exit from the Control Room.

"Rodney, how about finishing that explanation of yours now…?" it sounded like a question on first hearing, but they all knew it was a command. The astrophysicist gulped audibly, seeming on the verge of -not so much an internal battle, but a full-scale war- making a decision, finally concluding something and waving a distracted hand at them all while snatching at his ever-present Tablet. Pressing a few buttons in a strange, yet complex, dance of fingers, Rodney walked to the exit/entrance and Atlantis opened the doors in anticipation.

The man paused and turned back. "Well, come on…it's kind of hard to explain in simple enough terms for John to understand it, so I might as well show you…besides, it's rather awesome."
And he was gone.

A void seemed to fill the room for a moment, gaping with uncertainty and surprise, but slowly drawing them all into its swirling vortex with the promise of sated curiosity and excitement… So SGA-1 and the Leader of Atlantis followed Rodney out of the room and through a never-ending array of previously unseen corridors.

~)0(~

Deep under the City, previously submerged areas were now dry…but sadly rather charbroiled…signs of a recent Rodney-related explosion was on every surface all the way down the corridor; speaking of the man, he now stood before a small chamber with the signs of a large metallic door having been carefully removed with several truckloads of dynamite.

No, mused John as he leant in for a closer look at the gaping hole in the wall that extended like a giant mouth, leering creepily, definitely some C4 damage in there…maybe a grenade or two as well…what the Hell did Rodney do?

A strange sense of pride flushed him at the thought he may finally be rubbing off on the team's geek, but it was short lived in memory, for the sheer size of the room beyond was enough to blank even the most basic articulation from all thought. "Kind of like the TARDIS in here, isn't it?" he said at length, just to fill the silence. Rodney smirked in an irritating way, "You could say that…alright, so we're here. Now it'll be easier to explain."

McKay strode over to a console nearby, glanced over the contents then moved along…repeating such a review until he had seemingly found the correct one…

He tapped at the screen and a familiar screen flashed up in holographic detail, with a full-feature bio scrolling synonymously by its side; a tall man was rotating in the air… A very familiar person, if what was on the screen could be believed… "Is that…?" asked Elizabeth, pointing and squinting at the features with some scrutiny. She received a confirmatory nod.

"Andrew Lloyd Webber, the original Phantom of the Opera and writer/actor of many more…Before you ask, yes, he was an Ancient. Turns out, the Ancients have a frightening quirk…they love musicals. Sure, a few major book series play out periodically…but for the most part, their victims were worlds where emotions and feelings were expressed in song. Some of the ancients brought these memories with them when they left Atlantis, eventually writing about them or creating clever plays… Others, well, joined in the background…becoming part of the never-ending pantomime." Ronan was staring in a rather interested way at the Scientist, wondering exactly when the man would pause for breath.

"So there's a whole world that has this…Phantom of the Opera, then?" Teyla inquired, curious. Carson had brought it back from Earth on a recent visit and she was absolutely fascinated by the whole story, this was a paradise for her… "In as much as there are worlds for all the Musicals you've ever seen…" he added and drew up scenes from surrounding consoles…immediately the rooms was flooded with familiar images from musicals such as CATS, Oliver, Annie, Grease, RENT, Boy From Oz, WICKED, The Rocky Horror Show- …that one was swiftly de-activated, due to the scene they were up to… Mamma Mia, Hairspray, Jesus Christ Superstar, and last, but not least, was a screen John pretty much glued himself to. AVPS… A Very Potter Sequel.

"If it goes in Chronological Order, then the other Musical –A Very Potter Musical- is played directly before this one…John, stop with the drooling, that's highly unstable Ancient Tech and, it's kinda gross…" Rodney admonished with a vague glance. A holographic J.K. Rowling hovered in a lazy turnabout before their eyes, by the screen…miniature students danced as a small red-head munched on the largest block of chocolate known to man. Teyla's fingers stretched out to the hologram, reverently… Elizabeth looked shell-shocked, but shook herself with great fortitude and narrowed her eyes.

"How is this possible? That was written long after Harry Potter began…" she started, only to find a hand up in her face and a vague humming replacing the stony silence Ronan had garnered for himself. Another set of tapping, one chirping console, and a hologram of…what looked to be the fifth movie…popped on screen; again the J.K. avatar appeared, flickering and turning beside the pictures. "This one is set differently; it doesn't repeat every few days…this one takes nearly a full forty years to complete its cycle… I'm assuming that Jaira- Ro, -J.K.'s Ancient Name according to the database-, was the original initiator of this experiment and simply wrote a diary-style story with a few artistic flourishes…and the 'Harry Potter Series' was born."

There was a significant chance John was going to pull himself in two pieces and simply cling to both consoles if possible… Ronan grunted, "Didn't you say something about…Pigs farting?" the Satedan wrinkled his nose with distaste as Rodney blinked, had the proverbial lightbulb moment, and beamed.

"Oh, you mean PigFarts, a magical school mentioned in both the Harry Potter Musicals; indeed I have located it…not on Mars, but a planet so similar, it's easy to see how they would correlate… Ahem, as I was saying… Pigfarts, on Mars…mentioned a lot by one, Draco Malfoy; lead by Headmaster Rumblerawr, a talking lion who rewards good students with a ride on his back." Ronan seemed to perk up at the sound of that, "How big is he?"

Rodney shot the man a quizzical look, but answered truthfully, "You might fit… So, turns out, the Time Field encompassing these planets also extends most of the way through their separate systems, most are close but none have an accessible Stargate we can utilise. Problematic, yes…so is the chance we might get stuck in the time dilation fields of wherever we visit…but-…" He was stalled by Elizabeth's hand, "Whoa, back up a second, McKay. This is the part where you ask me if you can go, then I say yes…don't just assume…besides, what if I want to go?" her smile was as infectious as it was mischievous.

Dumbstruck momentarily, the Scientist could not reply, John saved the day however with a, "All in favour of visiting HPSW1, raise your hands." McKay spluttered, hand high in the air with Ronan, Teyla and Elizabeth's, "HPSW1? What the heck does that mean?"

Sheppard beamed, "Oh, simple…Harry Potter Singing World 1…"

As Rodney clasped a hand to his suddenly-throbbing head, there was heard a muttering of, "I am never letting you name things again…"

~)0(~

TBC...

Hope you liked the Random, it's going to get much weirder from here on in...

Next Chapter - Chapter 3: Teyla Can't Draw! Teyla Can't Draw!

Reviews are love...

~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire*~