Mystified, the woman looked up at Teal'c, who didn't even flinch – although he was looking rather confused. Daniel stepped in quickly, because Sam was frozen to the spot, and Jack didn't look like he had any intention of dealing with anything just then. Not with the scowl on his face.

"It's just a misunderstanding, ma'am," Daniel said to the woman, moving between her and Teal'c before Teal'c could ask her how she could be alive. He was thinking that maybe he should have actually read the books, now, because he didn't have a clue what Teal'c had been talking about when he'd mentioned Lord Voldemort, or the kid's parents being killed. "We're just glad your son's safe."

She turned her attention back to the little boy, who was calming down now that he was reunited with his mother, and Sam finally shook herself out of her hesitation and grabbed Teal'c by the arm, picking up her bag with the other hand.

"Come on, Murray, let's go find our rooms…"

Teal'c reached for his own bag, and glanced once more at the boy and his mother before allowing himself to be hauled away by Carter.

Jack watched them head down the hall to the elevator, and then looked down at the woman once more.

"He's from out of town…"

She frowned; not quite ready to be friends, but grateful that someone had found her son – and it hadn't been some kind of crazy kidnapper. At least she didn't think they were.

"We are, too."

"He's from further out of town…"

"Come on, Jack," Daniel said. "We'd better catch up to them."

More than willing to end the conversation, O'Neill nodded and moved off while Daniel gave the woman and her son an awkward smile and followed.

"This is stupid," Jack grumbled the moment they were out of earshot of the lobby. "I can't believe I let anyone talk me into coming here…"

"As I recall, you were ordered to come."

Jack scowled, and they stopped at the elevator to wait for it. Daniel shrugged.

"Look on the bright side, Jack."

"What bright side would that be, Daniel?"

"You get a free vacation…"

"Lucky me."

"Don't worry. Sam will get Teal'c straightened out. He's stubborn, but once he sees that so many people know about this Harry Potter thing, he'll realize it's just pretend and that no one really believes in it."

Just then the elevator door swooshed open, and a group of children tumbled out, screaming and yelling and laughing. All of them were wearing black cloaks with varying colored scarves – although the majority of them were gold and scarlet – and three of them were holding broomsticks in their hands. Following the children were a small handful of adults, all looking as though they were worn out – although it was still rather early in the day.

Jack looked at Daniel, who watched as the children ran off shouting something about something called Quidditch, and then Daniel looked back at him as the door to the elevator closed, completely ignored by both men.

"They're probably going to go clean something…"

"Of course they are," Jack said sarcastically, hitting the button and hoping the elevator door would open again. Which it did. "We all know broomsticks don't fly, after all. Don't we?"

OOOOOOOOOO

"I do not understand…"

Sam sighed and set her bag on the right hand bed of the room. Because of the convention and the fact that they'd reserved their rooms at the last minute, they'd only managed to get two rooms, side by side, double occupancy. Which meant two beds, at least. They'd been lucky to get that. She was going to share a room with Teal'c, while Daniel and Jack took the room beside theirs. Teal'c was by far the best choice – for several reasons – although Jack had only said that it would give her plenty of time to fix the problem at hand.

"He wasn't the real Harry Potter, Teal'c. He was simply a boy dressed up like him."

"The real Harry Potter must still be at Hogwarts, then…"

"There isn't a real Harry Potter, Teal'c," Sam said, realizing her mistake immediately. "He's made up. The boy was just pretending to be the boy from the books."

"The boy must have read the Histories to have been able to emulate Harry Potter so accurately."

Carter sighed.

"Lots of people have read the Hist- the Harry Potter books, Teal'c. They're not secret, like you think. They're all over."

"The wizard world must be very upset about the leak of information."

"There is no-"

A knock on the door interrupted them and Jack and Daniel entered a moment later, looking around the room and automatically comparing it to their own. Same kind of room. Same size. Same beds. Nothing to be jealous of.

"Hi… Found your room okay, sir?" Sam asked, glad to have something to talk about besides Harry Potter.

"Well… it's so tricky," O'Neill said. "What with all the numbers on the door… in numerical order…"

"We found it," Daniel said, interrupting before Jack could really get started. "How are things going in here?"

She shrugged.

"We're doing fine…"

"We are not as yet unpacked," Teal'c said. "I still do not understand why General Hammond insisted we come here for vacation when it is obvious you do not wish to be here…"

"Carter's going to explain that."

He gave her a look that plainly said she'd better, and Sam sighed.

"I'm trying, sir."

"Try harder."

She was a genius, for crying out loud. How hard could it be?