Jack and the rest of the team made their way back to the hotel in relative silence. They all were taking in the words the wizard had told Jack, and none were quite ready to ask their leader the questions they were all wanting answers to. Several hours had passed and the sun had set by the time Daniel finally decided to break the silence.

"What did Ollivander mean by 'gift,' Jack?" With feigned smile Jack shook his head and sat up from his seat on the double bed in Daniel and Teal'c's hotel room.

"I knew you'd be the one to ask." Jack was silent for a few seconds before saying anything else. "When I was in my last year at Hogwart's I started to have these dreams, at least I thought they were dreams. I would see things that didn't make much sense at the time. People were fighting, dying, killing each other in these dreams. I started to think I was losing my mind. They were people I knew, only everyone was older. I saw Voldemort come to power, and try to destroy everyone. Eventually, I went to one of the professors at the school, one I really trusted, and I told him about the dreams. I told him every detail. I thought he'd tell me they were just nightmares, but he seemed to think there was something to them."

...flashback...

"Am I going crazy, professor?"

Jack watched as the wizard ran his fingers over his lengthy beard before responding. "I don't believe that is the case. We can learn much from our dreams. They are the window to our souls, many would say."

"So you're saying my soul is full of death and destruction?!"

The professor brought his hand up and gently placed on Jack's shoulder. "No child. That is not what I am saying at all. The things you are seeing could come to pass, or perhaps they are a warning so that something such as that does not occur."

"How do I make them stop? I don't want to see them anymore." Sinking to his knees Jack buried his head in his hands and wept.

The pain of the last few nightmares had taken its toll and the young wizard was ready to give up. All the images from his dreams were beginning to more and more effect his everyday life, he'd even begun to see the images when he was awake. He'd see them as he walked to class, or even in class, and it was slowly wearing him down.

The professor gently pulled Jack to his feet and sat him down in chair beside his desk. "Wait here a moment."

He quickly scurried away out of the office and down the hall, leaving Jack alone to survey his surroundings. It wasn't the first time Jack had been in this office, but it was the first time he'd been able to really look at the things inside it. He'd always known the wizard was more powerful than many of the students realized, but sitting in his office at that moment he began to realize just how powerful Albus Dumbledore truly was. A few minutes later Dumbledore returned with a small bottle in hand gave it Jack.

"Take this. It should help you sleep tonight. You'll sleep without the dreams and I want you to come see me tomorrow."

...end flashback...

"I slept that night, but it didn't stop the dreams. They came anyway. This time they were a hundred times worse. I woke up wishing I were dead. My roommates called for the headmaster and I was taken to the hospital wing. I stayed there for three days, and when I was released I thought I had really lost my mind. I was like a zombie. The images were everywhere, in food I ate, the books I tried to read. It was so bad I stopped going to class. The headmaster wanted to send me to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Most everyone in my house thought I had really lost my mind. Then one day the dreams just stopped. To this day I don't understand it, but they did. They were just gone. A few years later everything with Voldemort started. As things unfolded I remembered my dreams and I realized they were really happening. I had a few more dreams or visions, whatever you wanna call them, as the years went by, and almost all of them ended up coming true. Even when James and Lily died, I saw it happen before it actually did."

Jack sighed heavily and looked up at Daniel and the others. He wasn't sure he wanted to see their response to his latest admission, but to his surprise the looks on their faces were not of disgust or contempt, but of understanding and acceptance.

"No one believed you?" Carter asked as she straightened up in her seat on the opposite bed.

"Not until afterwards, but by then it was too late. I'd already joined Voldemort. Oddly enough, Voldemort was the only one that did believe me, probably because I was saying he'd have tremendous power. Either that or he thought I'd eventually be able to control the visions and help him gain more power."

"From what you have told us of this Voldemort, it is likely he wished to use you for both purposes." Teal'c's voice seemed to boom across the room.

"I don't doubt that, T."

"Jack, what about Dumbledore? You said he didn't know you were working both sides of the war. Did he know you're gift was real?"

Jack turned to Daniel and shrugged his shoulders. "I think he may have, but I doubt if he was sure. I mean I was really out of it. Like I said, everyone thought I was crazy."

"But you weren't."

Rolling his eyes Jack shook his head at Daniel. "That's true, but afterwards not everyone was sure about that. Even when the things I saw started happening, people started to say that I was causing it rather than believe I was really able to see the future."

"That's insane. How could they say that?"

"Think about it Danny? I joined forces with the very person I said would try and take over. As far as most were concerned, I wasn't seeing the future as much as warning others not to oppose him and telling them what we were capable of."

Daniel shook his head in disbelief along with Carter. "I guess I see your point, but it still seems odd."

"I think part of it had to do with what house I was in."

Carter raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean, sir?"

"I told you about the school and the different houses...well, my house has a reputation for putting out bad wizards and witches. Almost everyone that's come through our house has done something most would consider horrible or devious, during the war most joined Voldemort. The were very few that didn't."

"So because they had a reputation, you were all just considered bad?" Carter was shaking her head furiously, not understanding how that could be.

"Yes, Carter. That's just how it was."

"That's not fair. Not all of you were bad." Daniel nodded in agreement with Carter and Jack sighed again, this time more heavily than before.

"No, we weren't, but to get into our house you have to show a penchant for being a bit devious and that tends to make people think the wrong things."

The forlorn look on Jack's face made the others sigh and it began to make at least a modicum of sense to the team just what Jack had been through, and what it was costing him to be back here.

"What will you do now, O'Neill?" The all turned as Teal'c's voice boomed across the room.

"I'd like to pay that idiot Malfoy a visit, but I know it isn't safe enough for that." Jack's voice was strained and there was a hint of rage that they could all tell he was holding back. "I think you should all go home."

"We already covered this, Jack. We're not leaving you alone here. If you stay, we stay, you go, we go."

With a half-smile Jack nodded at Daniel. "Alright, I give up. We'll all go home, but first I want to make a quick stop."