Author's Note: Okay, guys. They're not in the airport now; they're in the hotel lobby. I swooshed them out of the airport fairly quickly, so it's no surprise some of you missed it.
Sorry I'm not updating so quickly with this one. I probably shouldn't have started it with two other stories already going. Let me know if you'd rather I held off finishing this until I'm done with the others so you don't get such erratic updates…
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"Who's Harry Potter?" Jack asked, his frown deepening.
"It's the main character in those books I gave Teal'c, sir, remember?" Sam said, looking down at the little boy and then around the lobby, wondering who was missing their child. Someone had to be frantic.
"This is Harry Potter, O'Neill," Teal'c said, placing his hand on the little boy's shoulder. "He looks just as the illustrations on the cover of the History shows him."
Sam leaned down in front of the boy.
"Where are your parents?"
He shrugged.
"Are they in the hotel?"
The boy shrugged again.
Jack scowled down at the kid, and poked him with his finger.
"Harry Potter, huh?"
The boy nodded, pushing his glasses back up onto his nose with a finger, and smiling, obviously not at all concerned about being poked.
"Sir… his parents must be looking for him…"
"Yeah, I know, Carter." Jack looked at Teal'c. "Where did you find… Mr. Potter… here?"
"He was standing right by the door, O'Neill… you walked right past him and did not even notice."
Yeah, big shock there, Jack thought sourly.
"So you just grabbed him as you went by?"
Teal'c shook his head.
"I introduced myself, and asked him if he was truly the Harry Potter from the Histories…"
"And he said yes…?"
"Not exactly…" Teal'c admitted. "But he looks exactly as described in the secret Histories…"
"What's this?" Daniel asked, walking over and looking down at the boy.
"Daniel…" Jack said, feeling as if he was never going to be able to leave Seattle. "Meet Harry Potter…"
The archeologist frowned.
"Harry Potter? Where'd he come from?"
"He is from London," Teal'c answered. "Where he lives with his uncle Vernon and his-"
"Teal'c."
This time it was Sam who interrupted. She knelt in front of the boy to get on eye level with him.
"What's your name?"
"Harry."
Jack groaned.
"What's your real name?"
"Harry."
"O'Neill…"
"Teal- Murray. Let me handle this, eh?"
The Jaffa shrugged, and watched as Jack knelt down next to Carter.
"Where are your parents, Harry?"
He shrugged.
"They've got to be worried about you," Sam said. "Are you staying here in the hotel?"
"His parents are dead, Major Carter," Teal'c said, helpfully.
The little boy looked up at Teal'c, who looked down at him with what was his best smile, which was more of a grimace to the boy, who didn't know his facial expressions all that well. He burst into tears.
Jack stood up immediately, leaving the crying kid to Sam, who looked mystified.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She asked, trying to calm him without touching him in case his folks actually happened by and thought he was being kidnapped or something. If they didn't already think that.
"I want my mom…"
It wasn't all that easy to understand what he was saying through his tears – and with snot running out of his nose – but Sam nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. And hers was far more reassuring than Teal'c's.
"Your mother was killed by Lord Voldemort," Teal'c reminded the boy, who started crying harder.
"Teal'-Murray," Daniel said, quickly. "Why don't we let Sam handle this?"
"It is in the History, Daniel Jackson…"
"Yeah…"
Sam ignored the two of them, and put her hand on the little boy's cheek, drawing his attention to her instead of the Jaffa.
"Where did you see your mom last, sweetheart? In the hotel?"
He sniffed, and hesitated, as if thinking it over. Then he nodded.
"What's her name?"
"Mom."
"What does your dad call her?" Jack asked.
"Kelly."
He ran his hand along his face, smearing snot and tears across his cheeks, and Sam looked for a tissue in her pocket, knowing she didn't have one. Daniel did, though, and the master of the allergies handed it to her without a word.
"What do your friends call your mom?" Jack asked, taking control of the questioning.
"Why are you asking him-"
"Daniel, hush." Jack looked back at the boy, waiting for an answer.
"Mrs. Lire."
"So your mom's name is Kelly Lire…?"
The boy hesitated and then nodded, his mournful eyes looking at Jack as if hoping he would be able to pull her magically out of his hat or something. He had already figured out her name, after all.
O'Neill turned to Sam.
"Carter, go get someone to page her and see if anyone comes. If not, we'll hand him over to the hotel staff. They'll know what to do."
Sam nodded and walked over to the front desk, but they had already drawn the attention of several of the staff members. One of them walked over and stood beside where O'Neill was once more kneeling in front of the boy.
"Not another lost one…" he said, shaking his head.
"You get this a lot?" Daniel asked.
"He's the third one today," the man said, as they heard the page for Kelly Lire go up over the hotel speakers, which normally just played Muzak. "And they're all the same. We ask the parent to describe them, and they say dark hair wearing glasses and a scar on their forehead. How are we supposed to find one kid who's dressed up like every other kid…?"
"And it's just going to get worse tomorrow," another employee said as he came over as well. "Last year was a disaster."
"What are you referring to?" Teal'c asked, curiously, unsure what the men were talking about – although O'Neill and Daniel were both looking sympathetic.
"Oh, it's awful," the man said. The Harry Po-"
"Harry!"
They all turned and saw a young woman running towards them, a toddler in her arms and a relieved expression on her harried face.
"Thank God! What have I told you about wandering away from the room?"
Belying the anger in her tone as she scolded him, she moved the toddler over to one arm and wrapped the little boy up in her other, hugging him close. "You could have been hurt!"
"I was fine, mom," the weepy boy mumbled into her shirt, looking over at Teal'c. "But he said you were dead…"
