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Ryan
Chapter One
A young graduate of the US Airforce Officer training programme. Sat in a room. She was at Stargrate command. Was she going to be posted here? This was her home from home when away from the Academy. Today was the day when at 4pm that afternoon four years earlier in her life, a joint Jaffa/Deathattack caused her to be thrown four years into the past.
Her uniform had the newly formed W Company logo on it. The woman was a witch. Her name badge read 'Lt. H Granger.'
A Captain entered the room. The woman stood. "At easy." The Captain spoke her name badge read "Rosenberg."
"Captain." Hermione Granger stood at easy.
"No, Ms Granger." Willow Rosenberg corrected gently.
"Congratulations Major, Madam." Hermione smiled.
"Congratulations to you are in order, graduating a full Lieutenant." Willow smiled. "We have good news our European allies managed to stop the attack after you, a Jaffa and a Deatheater jumped. Your parents are safe and sound. They been informed that you are safe and sound."
Hermione grimace at the memory of being hit in the head a point bank range by both a zat blast and a Crucio. Pain was just a word in a book, compared to what she had felt. That is when Willow revealed she was a witch, by magically letting rip at the Deatheater.
"Did I have some explaining to do after that." The redhead rolled her eyes.
"I remember, madam." Hermione added. "I believe they debriefed you and your unit for sixteen hours each. They decided you were loyal after poking and testing us both for a further eight week while my memory returned. Then some yelling by the General and a meeting with the Joint Chief of Staff in person."
"During which you read every text book in the base's library, while a formal alliance with the Aurors Council caused the formation of the Department of Magical Control and Protection." Willow passed Hermione a file. "We had reason to believe several Jaffa units are in the company of Deatheaters. We need you in England according to Teal'c there's a chance another gate exists, if Voldemort is allying himself to the G'ould then."
"Do what must be done." Hermione finished.
"Exactly." Willow confirmed. "Your cover? There's no need for charms." There was the Willow planning face, all at the command knew she was up to something when that look entered the Major's eyes.
"I don't like that look, Major." The Lieutenant observed
"You'll be teaching you old classmates." The redhead grinned. "I don't think trying to fool them will work, just say you had temporal accident."
"What?" Hermione gasped.
"Yep." The major smiled. "So will I. Dumbledore, as agreed that the students need training in the art of staying alive."
"We get the girls forth year and above and students third year and under to train." Willow chuckled.
"The rest of the boys?" A simple question
"He's gone and set up an army boot camp thing for them." Willow grimaced.
"Ouch." She brunette sighed. "Medical backup for the operation?"
"Dr Fraiser." Willow replied.
"Isn't she required here?" Hermione asked.
"The teams all returned and the Isis is sealed at the moment." Willow grinned. "One other thing, we are to see could be apart of Company. We leave in one hour."
"Willow, Major." Hermione began to protest.
"That will be all Lieutenant." Willow let the resolve face move into place.
A few hours later.
Hermione wished the plane ride was going smoother. Her C.O. could sleep though anything. Willow was a sleep, the weather was blowing up a storm. She looked round. Dr Jackson, Teal'c, Major Carter, Dr Fraiser, Colonel O'Neil and Captain Graham Millar, were playing cards. Graham Millar had transferred to the Stargate programme after serving in special forces Her eyes kept going back to the Captain. He's cute. Steady girl your what 19, he's like 30. She thought to herself.
Willow opened an eye. So Hermione got a soft spot for Millar. Willow filed that away for later. Mione and Graham up a tree, rang in her mind. A small smile spread on her lips.
A day later Ginny Weasley looked at the letter what had arrived for her earlier that day.
Dear Miss Weasley
Your parents have informed me that they agreed to let you go to the special summer camp for the full three months allowed.
You'll be picked up by minibus at 10pm the evening this letter arrives. This so you can be prepared to be a 'house big sister' to a group of first years girls.
Your supervisor will be a one Lt Granger. Miss Granger appeared to have time travelled into the past, I've been informed by her parents that is was during the recent attack on their home.
Can you get the story out of Hermione please. When I tried it was like getting blood from a stone. Yes, we did meet when she visited her parents after the attack.
Yours
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
There was a knock at the door. Ginny's watch read 10.00. Her mother opened the door. A man stood there. "Good Evening Madam," he spoke. "I am Dr Jackson, I'm here to collect Miss Weasley."
"Of course," Molly replied. "Doesn't Ginny need any supplies?."
"All supplies are provided, from clothing to other stuff." Daniel replied
Ginny came into the hallway.
"Miss Ginny Weasley, you ready?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." Ginny replied.
"Miss Weasley, call me Dr Jackson or Mr Jackson, but not sir. I'm a civilian." Daniel informed her.
Ginny and Mother said their good byes while Daniel headed back down the path.
The witch had to run to follow when Daniel yelled. "Last call we leave in 30 seconds."
Ginny finally sat down. Daniel sat in the driver's seat. That when she realised who was now standing at the front of the bus as it was prepared to move off. "Please pull on your seatbelt, Miss Weasley." Hermione spoke. "I suggest you Ladies follow Mr Creevey's example and try to get some rest. Instead of talking" Colin Creevey was asleep in his seat. "Our ETA at the camp is 11.35pm. Breakfast is between 7.30 and 8.00am."
"Hermione, is that you?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, it is, Ginny, though once we reach the camp please, refer to me has Lieutenant or Miss Granger while I'm on duty." Hermione smiled and sat down. She fasten her seat belt.
Dr Jackson began to drive.
"So Major," Graham Millar began. "How many are in W Company?"
"60 so far." Willow replied. "Walk with me Captain."
"You think any of the girls could be future recruits?" He asked. "If they want to signed up."
"A couple, if they can stop themselves thinking about a certain Army Captain." Willow grinned. "Graham, why did you reject promotion to Major?"
"I lost some of my unit, well most of my unit." Graham stopped walking. "The demons we went to stop were serving Voldemort."
There was several faint gasps from the darkness between huts they were walking by.
"To bed ladies!" Willow bellowed. "That means you Miss Parkinson. It's gone curfew!"
"I believe you're missing one of the Creevey boys." Willow turned her attention back to Graham, the girls running off.
"Yes, the younger one." Graham confirm. "Got the flu, I'll be picking him up at the end of the week. It would be a shame to him to miss out on the scout training."
"Hermione, says he's got a knack of walking in on things."
"Let me guess can't stay quiet." Graham grinned.
"In a nutshell." The redhead grinned. "Now Captain, I believe Dr Jackson and my second in command are due soon, let go and greet the younger ones."
"By some shouting, Major?" The Captain asked.
"No," Willow shook her head. "I just let them know who's boss."
Hermione breathed in. "Mr Creevey! Ladies!" She yelled. "Wakey! Wakey!" Her charges all jumped.
"From the moment we pass the gates ahead refer to me by Miss Granger or Lieutenant Granger. Unless I invite you to use my first which I'll only do in private." Hermione instructed her group. "In a minute or too you'll meet my commanding officer Major Rosenberg. Ladies, remember this if asked to jump the only questions you should ask are, magically or muggle and how high? Mr Creevey remember that too."
Daniel began to slow the minibus, so the gates to the camp could be opened