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Summary: Neither the Ministry Six nor the Death Eaters anticipated the way things at the Department of Mysteries would develop.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss and ME, J. K. Rowling or Brad Wright and Jonathan Glessner, and possibly MGM. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Multi-crossover.

Time Frame: For the Harry Potter characters, it's while they're in the Department of Mysteries looking to save Sirius. For the BtVS and the Stargate characters, it's post season five for each show.

Spoilers: None because this is an Alternate Universe created entirely from my own warped imagination. Not sure who I should blame for this one.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #11 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.


Department of Mysteries
Ministry of Magic, Level Nine
London, England

The Time Room

June 4, 1996
Late evening

Unseen by anyone, since no one was present, a door at the far end of the room swung open on silent hinges, and a quartet of people dressed in urban-camouflage BDUs moved quickly, but carefully, out of the darkened space within, their weapons at the ready as they scanned their environs.

"Clear," the dark-haired man with the blackened field eagle insignia of a full colonel on his collar said as he glanced around his assigned sector of the room.

"Clear," the tall, honey-blonde to his left echoed the man's evaluation of her sector.

"Clear," the redhead on the man's right agreed with both of her teammates' evaluation as she checked her own sector.

"Clear," the petite pale-blonde woman to the redhead's right noted as she evaluated the remaining sector of the room.

"Okay, ladies, everything looks just like the Seers said it's supposed to, so let's move out and find our targets," the man directed.

"Sam, you're on point," he informed the tall blonde, who nodded and said, "Got it, Rye."

"Amy, you follow Sam, and I want you scanning as far ahead as you can manage," Rye spoke to the redhead. "If you feel anything at all hinky, let us know immediately, okay?"

"You got it, Rye," Amy nodded, shifting the sling on what looked like a modified MP5 to a more comfortable position

"Jen, you're after Amy and I'm tail-end Charlie," he said. "Keep alert for anything that doesn't look kosher. Even though the General said this is supposed to be a milk-run, I don't want to take any chances.

"If any of you guys see anything that doesn't look right, sing out as you're diving for cover, and if any of the tangos look at you the wrong way, start shooting," he advised.

"You got it, Rye," Jen nodded her agreement as their companions gave their own nods of acknowledgement.

"Okay, everyone, equipment check," Rye then ordered, and all four pressed a button on what looked like a small cell phone on their belt, and each of them seemed to fade away, blending into the background. From the man's viewpoint, each of the three women seemed to be surrounded by a fuzzy, grey shroud which caused their image to be somewhat out of focus, although still visible.

"Can everyone see everyone else?" Rye's voice seemed to issue from an indeterminate spot in the background, and was quickly answered by three affirmative responses coming from equally indistinct positions.

"Okay then, let's go," he nodded and all four began moving.

Sam began threading her way through the rows of desks filling the main portion of the room, as Amy followed a few feet back, followed by Jen and then Rye, each of them alert for any indication of trouble.

Heading out into the hallway beyond the door, the quartet cautiously made their way down the corridor to where it intersected at a right angle with another, larger corridor, which was empty of anything but additional doors scattered along both walls in each direction they checked.

The faint murmur of voices seemed to be coming from somewhere further along the left-hand side of the corridor, so Rye indicated through hand gestures the four should head down that way.

A short distance down the hall, the four came upon a group of nine adults, holding wands and dressed in black cloaks and wearing white masks which covered their faces entirely.

"Setting one, only. Fire," Rye ordered in a voice barely above a whisper, and all four of the visitors opened up with their weapons on the oblivious terrorists.

Unlike what any onlooker would have expected to happen, the lethal-looking weapons erupted with multiple bolts of blue-white light, and before any of the unsuspecting Death eaters could react, each had been hit by at least two of the energy bursts, and all collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

"Okay, let's make sure no one wakes up prematurely and impedes the mission," Rye ordered and the four warriors quickly bound both the wrists and ankles of all of their targets with plastic riot-cuffs, immobilizing them and leaving them unable to interfere.

"Rye, I'm reading a couple seriously powerful auras heading this way from that direction," Amy said, looking up from where she was cuffing the sole woman among the group and glancing back over her shoulder.

"Goddess, don't these people teach their kids how to shield themselves at all?" she asked what was clearly a rhetorical question.

"Anyway, guys, I think these kids heading this way are our mission objectives, so let's try not to spook them, okay?" she said as she glanced over I Jen's direction.

"Very funny, Ames," the petite blonde glared at her teammate. "That happened *one* time, okay? And it wasn't my fault, anyway. If someone had told me –"

"Can it, ladies, okay?" Rye cut in, his smirk at the pair's argument matching the one on Sam's face. "We need to contact the kids and focus on the mission, so let's try to act professional and not have our mission objectives think we're the same age they are."

Both women nodded, Jen clearly grudgingly and Amy with a satisfied smirk on her face, as they stood up and joined their teammates as they headed down the hallway to meet up with the approaching group, who were barely visible, due to the wan light given of by their wands.

"Hello there," Rye called out when the group, who were obviously teenagers and who all looked vaguely familiar to all four of the teammembers, was approximately a dozen yards away.

His greeting was met by all of the group stopping and immediately pointing their wands at him, as the leader of the group, a bespeckled, dark-haired young man with wide, surprised green eyes demanded, "Who are you?!"

{ Yeah, that's him, definitely, } Rye thought to himself as he recognized the same intensity in those eyes as he'd seen less than two hours previously, subjective time.

"We were sent by some friends," he answered the youth's question as he held out a small, sealed envelope.

"They asked us to give you this, and then wait for your answer," he said, as all six of the teens stared at the envelope with a mixture of curiosity and dread.

Hesitantly, the boy reached out his hand towards the envelope, only for the brunette standing next to him to slap his hand aside as she hissed, "Harry! What are you doing? That thing could be charmed to be a portkey, and you could end up locked in some dungeon somewhere!

"And we have no idea who even sent it to you," she added a moment later.

"Uhm, the writer also told me to tell you, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good,' but not to say anything until your sidekick mentioned worrying about a portkey," Rye announced to a suddenly surprised and staring group of teens, while trying not to snicker at the look of annoyance that had flashed across the brunette's face at his 'sidekick' comment.

An expression of relief had crossed Harry's face when he'd heard Rye say the quote, the tem leader had noticed, and he practically snatched the envelope from Rye's hand a moment later, nearly shredding the envelope to confetti trying to get it open.

The astonished expression on the kid's face when he discovered nothing but a blank sheet of parchment inside was almost instantly replaced by a smirk of approval, and he quickly touched his wand to the sheet while repeating the phrase Rye had quoted just a moment before, with an even wider smile breaking out as he read the message that then shimmered into view:

'Messrs. Padfoot and Mooney, and the Marauders, Generation Two, cordially invite Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood on a journey which will amuse, edify and delight you, as well as prepare you for the destiny you face, and which is absolutely guaranteed to drive the Manipulative Old Fart crazy with frustration, should you agree to this offer.

'To accept, simply follow the bearer of this invitation and his team back to their base of operations, and all will be revealed to you in person, by your favorite godfather and favorite Defense instructor.'

"Harry –" the brunette began, once they'd all finished reading the letter, only to be interrupted by the boy in question, who said, "Why would anyone go to the bother of setting up such an elaborate trap for me, Hermione? It's not like I'm such a major threat to anyone now, considering everything I don't know, and that I need to learn if I'm ever to face Voldemort.

"It would be far easier for anyone wanting to kill me to simply do it right here and now, wouldn't it?" he asked, giving her a look which said they all already knew the answer to that question.

Looking at the other four teens who had been standing and watching the pair argue with expressions which made it clear they'd seen this sort of thing many times before, Harry opened his mouth, as though to speak, only to be drowned out by a chorus of voices insisting they were going to continue accompanying him to wherever it might be he ended up.

Receiving the news with a reluctant, but clearly happy, expression, Harry simply nodded his head in acceptance and turned back towards the four people they'd just met a few moments earlier.

"All right then, if that's settled, why don't we get moving?" the tall, redheaded youth standing at Harry's right side said, obviously eager to get the group in motion, now that things had apparently been settled. "I can't believe that we haven't run into anyone down here yet, but I'd rather not keep on tempting Fate. You do that enough as it is, mate, and I really don't fancy being around when she finally gets fed up with you, and decides she wants to smack you upside the head."

"RON!" the brunette hissed, as she smacked the redhead's shoulder, while the rest of the group simply laughed out loud, relieving the nervous build-up of tension they obviously all had endured.

"He's right, Hermione," Harry grinned as he slid his arms around both her and the redhead's shoulders. "We really do need to keep moving.

"All right then, sir," the kid said as he turned to look at the four strangers in front of them. "If you could show us which way we need to head to get started on this journey we're going on, we'd really appreciate it."

"Sure thing, kid," Rye nodded agreeably as he and his teammates turned and Sam began leading the way back to the Time Room. "Just follow Sam, there, and we'll be back at home base in practically no time, at all."

"Uhm, excuse me, but if you don't mind my asking, I'd like to know exactly who it is you people work for, " Hermione interjected from her spot at Harry's left side.

"Oh, that's okay, kid," Jen said as she turned and looked over her shoulder at the younger woman. "We're agents for the Time Variance Authority, and the base we work out of is called the Panoptichron."

"All right then," Rye declared as he moved down the corridor, "let's get moving, people.

"You guys are about to get the biggest and best surprise of your lives."

FIN (for now)

P.S. If you can't figure out who is who, ask me and I'll explain.

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