Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the idea of Harry Potter or any of the money making forms of it, and that sadly goes the same with Stargate SG-1 and anything else that happens to pop up.

A/N: This is the longest part yet, which is part of the reason why it took me a little longer to post. Hope you enjoy it :D.


Part 7: Oops

Daniel was looking and feeling green as they traveled down the bumpy dirt road in the horse-drawn carriage. Jack leaned forward to look around Teal'c to peer at poor Daniel.

"Daniel, I told you not to order that stuff, it looked questionable," Jack remarked.

Daniel was feeling too sick to even attempt a retort. How was he supposed to know that food would give him food poisoning?

They had gone to and toured two castles and one property with a few ruins. It was now approaching dinner time and Daniel's stomach was rebelling against what they, or rather what he, had had for lunch.

Sabin and Jack were as energetic as ever, Sam was getting a little tired now as was Mike, though they would not admit it; and Teal'c was as neutral as ever, complete with a black beanie hat that covered the golden seal, though he was looking forward to relaxing in something that wasn't moving and rattling around like some ship without inertial dampeners on it.

Sabin looked over at Daniel with a sad frown.

He couldn't fix Daniel's tummy ache; it took too much energy to cure internal things, and he wasn't sure exactly what the treatment of food poisoning entailed. Should he try to transfigure whatever was causing the ache? Or was the 'poison' too deep in his system now? Should he try to give Daniel some energy to help his body heal itself? Would Daniel's body be able to use his energy?

Sabin sighed.

"What's wrong Sabin?" Sam asked.

Sabin looked over at Mike, who obviously didn't know about his powers so Sabin couldn't tell them his thoughts about wanting to try and heal Daniel.

"Daniel's tummy ache," he said.

"It's alright Sabin, when we get to the village, Daniel can take some medicine, he'll be as good as new," Jack said.

They continued towards the village, and before they knew it, they had stopped.

"We're here. Hogsmeade, an old village, as you can see," Mike said, opening the door of the carriage and hopping out, quickly paying the driver.

They stepped out, taking in the old buildings and the oddly dressed people.

"You got that right," Jack muttered as they all got out. Mike smirked.

"Wow! What is that?!" Sabin asked, pointing between some buildings, across a large lake, and to a grand fortress beyond.

"That is Hogwarts," Mike said.

The others cast their eyes to it as well, but only Jack seemed impressed, the others looked confused; Daniel didn't care, he was trying not to throw up.

"Are these people partial to hogs?" Teal'c asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't feel so good," Daniel mumbled.

Sam took his arm.

"Is there a place we can rest?" Sam asked, while Sabin and Jack were staring at the grand structure on the other side of the lake.

"Sure," Mike said, pausing when he noticed that Sabin had tugged on Jack's sleeve.

"Can we tour that castle next?" Sabin asked with puppy-dog eyes.

Jack looked at Mike, then at Daniel.

"Tell you what, we'll go get a hotel, while you two go on that tour. I can see the rest of us are ready for a break, and I am sure if we want Sabin to actually be able to sleep, he's going to need to use up some more of that boundless energy," Mike said.

Jack smiled as Sabin happily began bouncing on his heels.

"Good idea; we'll be back later. They'll probably have something over there to eat for tourists," Jack said, taking Sabin's hand.

"Alright, we'll be at the Three Broomsticks," Mike said.

"You're serious? The Three Broomsticks?" Jack asked.

"Hey, I'm just telling you what the locals call the place. I call it the 'clean inn' myself," Mike said.

"What would be the alternative?" Sam asked.

"The Hog's Head."

"Okay…Three Broomsticks it is then," Jack said.

"It's across from Honeydukes, I'll show you, it's on the way to the station anyways," Mike said.

So off they went, the members of SG-1 silently agreeing this was the strangest village they had ever been in. What towns would do to get tourists…

"Here it is," Mike said.

"Okay, cool," Jack said.

"You will be back before dusk then, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.

"We'll try, depends how big that castle is," Jack said, already walking with Sabin towards the station.

"Alright, and remember not to let the ghosts frighten you, Jack," Mike warned with a smile.

Jack rolled his eyes.

"Frighten me? No…but I will try not to frighten them," Jack teased.

Jack and Sabin turned around, missing the stifled laugh and entertained smile from the man.

- - -

Before Jack and Sabin knew it, they were on their own, walking to the station to get yet another carriage.

Looking around and making sure no one was near, Jack paused and looked to Sabin before looking across the lake. They were now taking cover by the Hogsmeade Station, and no one was around.

"Something wrong Jack?" Sabin asked.

Yes, something was wrong. Another second riding in one of those merciless butt-breaking carriages and Jack would never be able to sit again!

"Um, do you think you could um…I don't know…" he made fluttering hand gestures. "Poof us?"

Sabin smiled, taking a firm grasp of his hand as he looked at the castle in the distance, and focused on taking them to a secluded spot near the impressive fortress.

-POOF-

- - -

What Jack first noticed was the fact they had not landed outdoors, and what another odd thing he noticed was an abnormal energized feeling in the air. It sort of reminded him of Sabin's power when he had Zoned the base, and yet it was different somehow.

He looked down, Sabin looking almost as confused as he felt.

"Uh…I take it this is not where you intended to take us?" Jack asked.

"No."

"What happened?"

Sabin glanced around, getting his bearings.

"This place is Zoned… it has overlapping zones, some are very old, and some aren't activated," he answered, taking in the old stone and ancient power around them.

"When I poofed us here, I met some resistance while entering the grounds, so I sort of found a gap in the Zones, and widened it. I had thought we would end up near the northernmost wall…but I guess I underestimated the shifting energies in the Zones. It must have guided us here. I don't think I should poof again, the Zones are too unpredictable."

"'Zoned'? But that would mean…wouldn't that mean this place was under a Guardian?"

"Yeah, I think so, but some of the Zones are different, I don't think a Guardian made all of the Zones here. There's also something else to this place, there's energy everywhere; can you feel it?"

"Yes, I think I can. It's like an odd charge sort of, huh?"

Sabin nodded.

"Well, since we're here, let's take a look around, maybe we can find someone to give us a tour. Perhaps part of the reason it feels this way is because it's old."

Jack and Sabin were intrigued, the time being 6:10 pm.

Going down yet another hall, Jack stopped, quickly forcing Sabin gently against a wall for a small amount of cover. They could hear agitated voices coming from around the corner.

"Peeves…" a dark menacing voice growled.

"Sabin, invisible now," Jack whispered, feeling an ominous presence overtake the air.

Jack saw the clear shimmer pass over Sabin's skin, telling him he was invisible to all but him as they then heard a terrified gasp.

"Your bloodiness, Mr. Baron, sir…w-what can old Peeves do for you?"

Jack braved a peek around the corner and froze at what he saw: Two figures, see-through figures, floating in the middle of the hall. One looked terrified, while the other looked murderous.

"Do you know how many methods of torture I know?" the Baron asked dangerously. "Like myself, you are dead, but trust me, that does not matter when it comes to what I can do to you."

"This isn't normal…" Jack barely whispered, before taking cover once more and kneeling closer to Sabin. "We need to get out of here, come on."

Sabin nodded, not liking what he had heard, nor enjoying the putrid sense of death that had suddenly come near.

As quickly and as silently as they could, they dashed the other way, putting as much distance as they could from Peeves and the Baron fellow.

They slowed after a while, suddenly realizing they were now even more lost.

"If that was part of the tour, I'd hate to think what isn't…" Jack got out, quickly catching his breath and looking around, finding that this hall was a little different than the others. "Man, you would think a place this big would have an occasional map hung up."

Sabin didn't comment, his eyes were on a stone gargoyle against the wall a few feet away from them.

"Odd place to have a statue," Jack noted, following Sabin who had started going towards it.

"WHOA!" Jack exclaimed as the gargoyle suddenly moved aside, revealing a staircase. "That's… interesting. Did we step on a stone or something? You think there's booby-traps? You know, like on Indiana Jones?"

"I don't know, but I don't think so," Sabin said, cautiously looking up the stairs, in case a boulder did suddenly come rolling down.

"Let's check it out, might give us a bird's eye view of this place," Jack said.

At that, they both made their way up the stairs and found themselves facing a partly open door.

Jack whistled, slowly entering the impressive office. As they continued in, the door closed behind them.

"This place is creepy," Jack decided as Sabin went forward, his eyes resting on a stand beside the grand desk.

"Wow, look at these gizmos! Sam would be thrilled to get her hands on this stuff," he said, looking at the objects on the shelves, not noticing the slight movements within the pictures above.

He heard some shuffling behind him and turned to find Sabin standing on the desk, his hands touching the edge of a pan-like object with a golden perch above it.

"What did you find?" he asked, slowly approaching.

"I think it's a baby birdie," Sabin answered, extending a careful finger out to gently pet the nearly bald chick's head that only had a few short red feathers sticking up on the top. "It might be one of the special creatures I learned about."

"Looks like the little guy likes you," Jack said with a smile as the chick chirped happily.

- - -

The Great Hall - Dinner

Albus Dumbledore and all of the other Professors were having a nice dinner at the head table, enjoying the sight of all of their students before them, laughing and talking during the meal.

It was a nice break for the Professors, the last days being rooted in rumors and curious students trying to figure out what was going on.

McGonagall was beside Dumbledore, savoring the hour of normalcy as she turned to ask Dumbledore something.

"Albus, do you—" she froze when he suddenly stiffened, and his face visibly paled. "Albus?"

"Take over things here, Minerva," he stated, before suddenly standing as discreetly as he could and walking briskly to Snape.

"Someone has entered my office," Albus whispered in his ear, causing Snape's eyes to widen and his neutral mask to falter slightly.

With that, Dumbledore and Snape left the hall, only being noticed by the most observant students, the others too engrossed in their meals or discussions.

- - -

"Headmaster, how could this happen?" Snape asked as they hurried to his office.

"I don't know, but I was alerted when they stepped into my office."

"How could they get past the gargoyle? A password is needed, and what about your door? it locks automatically unless you say otherwise."

Dumbledore didn't answer, but instead gave a plan of action.

"Floo into the office, I'll take the entrance," he said.

With a nod of his head, Snape turned the corner and headed to the closest fireplace.

- - -

Dumbledore's Office

Sabin scooped the chick up in his near five year old hand, taking some ash as well.

With a smile, he let the chick gently peck his nose with a happy chirp. With a giggle, Sabin protectively placed him against his chest, softly petting his lightly feathered head with his other hand.

After enjoying the closeness of the young bird, Sabin was about to place him back in the pile of ash, when suddenly, a roar came from the fireplace, green flames erupting forth.

If it hadn't been for Jack, Sabin would have teetered off the desk—Guardians can occasionally be taken by surprise, they are still mortal.

"What the—?" Jack gasped, keeping Sabin stable as a furious looking man robed in all black stepped out of the green flames while pulling out a short wooden rod from nowhere it seemed.

Jack's defense mechanism kicked in: the never failing sarcasm.

"Nice twig, going to poke me?"

After saying that, several things happened, nearly at the same time…

The door to the office that had closed behind them earlier, shot open. Another man, this one much older, dashed in, just as the dark robed man exclaimed, "Stupify!"

Red light burst forth.

"Holy Crap!" Jack shouted, only able to begin to move his body to protect Sabin, as a shield appeared just in time to deflect the red energy bolt.

It ricocheted off to the side, slamming into a shelf with countless sparkling items.

CRASH!

The angry man looked even more enraged and the older man looked shocked.

"Time to—"

-POOF-

- - -

Snape

How could someone have gotten into Albus' office? Snape asked himself as he entered a room with a fireplace. Well, however they did it, they're going to have to explain themselves.

He grabbed a handful of floo powder and, in a clear angry voice, boomed, "Headmaster's Office!"

He stepped out of the flames and into the office, immediately finding the intruder.

He quickly took in the sight, pausing only for a moment when he saw Fawkes floating in mid-air beside a middle-aged man.

The man looked surprised, but only for a moment before his eyes shifted into those who were used to taking control.

"Nice twig, going to poke me?"

That caused Snape to become furious. The nerve of this man!

Barely noticing the door flinging open and Dumbledore entering, he shouted out the first spell from his mind.

"Stupify!"

"Holy Crap!" the man shouted back, just as a shield like no other materialized into being and reflected the curse away.

CRASH!

"Time to—"

-POOF-

- - -

The Great Hall

"—go!"

Jack's voice echoed forth, drowning out the chitter-chatter of the grand room and causing those within to cease all conversation and movement.

Jack fell silent as well as he quickly realized Sabin had poofed them into the middle of a very large room with more strange people who were now all staring at him and the floating baby bird, (Sabin being invisible to them). They were all in robes, the majority of them being seated at four long tables, two on either side of them, but the front table was where Jack's main concerns lay.

Those sitting there were more robed adults, all of them as stunned as he was, but after a few seconds, an extremely stern looking woman moved to stand up.

"OOPS!" Sabin shouted, everyone within the whole Great Hall hearing his voice as he squeezed Jack's hand and protectively pressed the bird closer to himself before…

-- POOF --

- - -

Dumbledore's Office

Snape and Dumbledore stood there in shock for a long moment.

Someone had just gotten into Dumbledore's office, took his Phoenix, and APPARATED away.

Shaking themselves, but still unsure what the next course of action should be, they looked at each other.

Snape was about to say something when something large and white suddenly appeared in the center of the room.

"Albus! –Intruder! Possibly two, just apparated and disapparated in the Great Hall– Young Fawkes was seen floating beside a middle aged man before a young voice shouted 'Oops' and the man, along with Fawkes, disappeared. I am containing the panic of the students and have called for the ghosts. I have initiated lockdown."

"Come," Dumbledore said, turning and running out, Snape close behind.

- - -

A Room in the Three Broomsticks

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight. There is a magical world hidden among our own? And you think Jack is one of them? Think that he has kept it hidden from us all this time?" Sam asked.

"Well, you tell me. You did just see magic downstairs in the pub, and even I know by experience that Jack has a knack for attracting weird things, and has the best luck, if you can call it that, of anyone else I know."

"You got that right," Daniel muttered, hoping the stuff Mike had given him would work as he cautiously put it in his mouth and swallowed.

It worked immediately, and he was soon engrossed in what Mike was saying, definitely willing to hear this out, after all, his stomach ache had vanished!

It had only taken five minutes after Jack and Sabin had left for the members of SG-1to realize something was really off in this little old village. More than just being a village in the middle of nowhere and having strangely dressed people, and Mike learned real quick, just by their stunned faces, that they were clueless to what this place was.

Well, the damage was done, and after Mike had hurried them into a room they had just rented out, he was busy trying to explain everything.

They had been talking for a full straight thirty minutes, only just beginning to cover wizarding society and the things within it, when…

-POOF-

Everyone in the room froze as Jack and a floating baby bird suddenly materialized into thin air right in front of them.

Jack was breathing hard as they all heard a sigh of relief come from around the baby bird as something else shimmered into view.

Sabin.

Mike was frozen in place, staring at them in shock as the others stared as well.

"Uh-oh…" Sabin whispered, realizing he had just unintentionally blown their cover.

Jack's gaze went to Mike as well, seeing that the man was opening and closing his mouth, attempting to speak. After a few attempts, he was able to produce words.

"Um…" His eyes scanning them, as if making sure it wasn't an illusion or even a hallucination of some kind or something while SG-1 stayed silent, trying to figure out a believable excuse.

"How did yo—?" Mike began, cutting himself short as he focused on the baby bird being protectively held by Sabin.

"GOOD GRIEF!!! Don't tell me you kidnapped Albus' familiar!" he suddenly shouted, putting on hand on the side of his head as the other went to steady him by grabbing hold of the side table beside him.

"You talking about the barely feathered chick?" Jack asked, a little happy Mike was no longer focusing on how they had gotten there, and also curious about what had caused Mike to shift so suddenly.

"Jack, this is a Phoenix, and one who has just recently had a Burning Day, -AND- is bonded to possibly the world's most powerful wizard of today!"

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry…What?" Jack asked, now utterly confused.

Mike stared at him as slowly, he realized something.

"You don't know…" he whispered.

"Don't know what? That there are weirdoes out there with twig-rod-thingies that can shoot out red bolts to try and make you stupid…What was it? Stupify or something?... And that apparently there are giants and dwarves, and several other twig wielding people in robes?" Jack ranted.

Mike couldn't help it, he started laughing.

"What?! Would someone please tell me what is wrong with this place?! Have I gone insane?" Jack paused, seeing that Daniel and Sam were now holding in giggles. "Oh, for cryin' out loud."

Mike finally got a hold of himself and took a calming breath.

"I think both you and Sabin should sit down for this," he stated, before repeating what he had told Sam and the others, and, for the time being, ignoring the fact they had spontaneously appeared with Albus' familiar.

- - -

Hogwarts

"We have searched the entire castle, Headmaster," Snape said, several of the professors gathering closely. "They are no longer here."

Dumbledore sighed, troubled and if he was honest with himself, confused and scared.

Who was this man who had appeared? What powers did he have that allowed him to levitate Fawkes, create a shield, and apparate within and out of Hogwarts? Why had he taken Fawkes?

Was he this Guardian? Why had he come here? Was he looking for something? Did he need Fawkes for something? Would he see Fawkes again?

"Albus?" McGonagall asked, a little concerned.

Dumbledore refocused.

"The students will stay the rest of the night in the Great Hall; it would be pointless to send them to their dorms now."

The Professors nodded, leaving Dumbledore in his office, alone with the empty perch beside his desk.

- - -

A Room in the Three Broomsticks

They talked for several hours, well, Mike did most of the talking for the first half, but the rest it was pretty level.

Mike told them about the Wizarding World (both in Europe and around the world), Hogwarts, the fact he was 'Magic-Locked' (also known as a Squib), and answered everything they asked.

"So you think I'm a wizard?" Jack asked.

"Oh come on Jack, haven't you wondered how you've survived half the things you've gone through when you shouldn't have? Or what about all those weird things I remember happening around you when I served with you? No one has that good of a 'sixth sense', and also, what about your gun?" Mike asked, rambling on, waving his hands about, his voice fluctuating in volume and pitch; Sabin giggled.

"My gun?" Jack asked.

"I remember several times during some shootouts that you never reloaded, but kept on firing, while the rest of us had to reload a half a dozen times," Mike said, narrowing his eyes and keeping his voice level, hoping Jack would see how this was linked to his magic.

Jack stayed silent, thinking.

Had he been using magic all this time without recognizing it? Sure, he sometimes wondered about this odd things, but decided it was better not to questions such things that help save your life, as well as your companions' lives.

"You see?" Mike asked, Daniel, Sam, and Teal'c staring at Jack in wonder.

After a few moments of silence, Sam broke the silence.

"So what now?" Sam asked.

Mike focused on Sabin, who had made himself comfortable on the far end of the bed, already under the covers, Fawkes resting safely in his small hands on his lap, before looking to Jack.

"Well, Jack has a choice to make. He can either stay as he is, or teach himself some magic. I don't know how well that will go, since he's gone so long without really using it, which has forced it to turn inward," Mike said.

"Inward?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah. I think it is safe to say that is why Jack has the luck he has, and why occasionally it acts out, surfacing as odd happenings that can easily be overlooked—hence the auto-reloading gun."

"Well now, I think you owe me a few explanations," Mike stated suddenly. "I'd like to know how you two appeared in here, -and- with Dumbledore's familiar, who, if I am correct, is being missed right now."

Sabin looked down, softly petting the little bird who chirped and snuggled more into his warmth

"We didn't mean to take him, we just couldn't stay, and I didn't have time to put him back," Sabin said sadly.

"It's alright, we'll just poof on over there tomorrow and give the little poof ball back," Jack said, sliding over to him and ignoring the Phoenix's ruffled response at being called a poof ball.

"'Poof'?" Mike asked.

"Sabin is… unique," Jack began.

"Well, I assumed as much when he used a form of Legilimency on me I've never felt before," Mike said. "It's sort of like mindreading," Mike continued, seeing the confused looks of SG-1.

"Mindreading?" Sam asked, looking at Sabin very curiously.

"I don't really read your mind. Just your feelings and intentions. It's actually why I followed you," Sabin explained.

"So it's been you," Jack said, shaking his head. "Ever so often I've felt like someone is looking at me, only it feels like they are really close."

"Like this?" Sabin asked, brushing Jack's mind.

Jack gasped, "Yes! Exactly like that!" he said, pointing. "That is so cool. Can you teach me?" he asked excitedly, his eyes containing a glint no one could miss.

"Oh boy," Sam mumbled.

"Indeed," Teal'c quietly agreed.

"I can try," Sabin said.

"Great!" Jack replied happily.

"So what else can you do Sabin? How did you end up with Jack?" Mike asked.

"Ah!" Jack interrupted, lifting a hand. "All in due time, all of this is classified, but since I know you've shared some classified information, we will return the favor; however, the rest of it will have to ask for clearance."

"Of course," Mike obliged. "So, what can you tell me?"

Jack told him about some of Sabin's abilities, how he's not from around here, or from the States, and that he would be staying with him from now on. He didn't tell him about the Stargate program, since he would have to get clearance from Hammond, and that it wasn't vital for Mike to know just yet.

"Sabin, you must be very powerful to do the things you can do. Where did you learn this? Who taught you? If you can't tell me, just say so," Mike said.

"I was taught by Jovon. He took me to a safe place and taught me. I can't say where though. Not even Jack knows," Sabin said, Fawkes now asleep in the palm of his right hand, his own eyes beginning to droop.

"I think it's time for bed," Daniel said at last.

"I agree, we should get some sleep before tomorrow," Jack said.

"What shall we be doing tomorrow O'Neill?" Teal'c asked.

"Well, I'm sure Sabin would have done it tonight if he had more energy, but tomorrow me and Sabin will poof to Hogwarts, and return the chick to this Albus person," Jack answered, before turning to Mike. "Is he really the most powerful wizard on earth?" he asked.

"Many people think so, they say he was the only one Voldemort ever feared," Mike answered with a shrug.

"Voldemort?" Sam asked.

"Oh, wow. Sorry, forgot you don't know. Well, about three and a half years ago, there was this dark wizard. He was killing non-magics and muggleborns and anyone else who stood in his way. He had many followers, many of whom are still being rounded up today."

"Where is he now? Is he still around?" Daniel asked.

"No, he vanished on Halloween night. It's now called 'the Potter Incident'."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"No one really knows. The Potters were a young couple with a one year old son, Harry. Well, Voldemort apparently went into their house. The couple were found dead in the obliterated house, along with the charred remains of Voldemort's robes and his wand."

"And their son?" Jack asked, his heart tightening up upon wondering what had been the child's fate.

"He was never found. Some say the boy's magic overloaded and unintentionally killed the Dark Lord and himself when Voldemort cast the killing curse. Others say the boy's magic protected him while it reflected the curse back, but that someone came soon after and took him. No one knows," Mike said, his voice sad and filled with grief.

"My cousin, Minerva, who is a professor at Hogwarts as I had told you, was close to the Potters, as was Albus. Albus, as Minerva has told me, hasn't given up hope, and still is on the look out for the boy. He even goes to check out orphanages occasionally, hoping he'll get lucky," Mike continued.

"What do you think?" Daniel asked.

"I think if the boy is still out there, whoever has him took him to keep him safe. If one of Voldemort's followers had taken him, they would have bragged. What would be the point in taking him and not telling? They would have wanted to extinguish the hope that still exists surrounding the Potter boy. And as for the absurd idea that he was taken by some dark follower to raise him into who knows what, some things cannot be destroyed, and believe me, what was or is in that boy had made Voldemort so afraid of him to the point of personally trying to kill him… No dark lord would risk raising such a child with whatever that was."

"So do you think he is still out there?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I'm definitely not going to take it out of the realm of possibility."

Jack nodded in agreement, looking over at Sabin, who was now sleeping, unable to stop himself from thinking about the curious similarities between Sabin and the Potter child. He shook himself out of his thoughts, not catching Mike's eyes resting on Sabin in unsure wonder.

"Well, I suppose tomorrow me and Sabin will poof into Hogwarts. Hopefully Sabin now has a better grasp on how to get through the zones," Jack said, Mike having been told what had happened the last time.

"Hmm. Jack, I think I may have a better idea," Mike said, thinking with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Well, I could just contact my cousin."

- - -

Coming up: The Headmaster