Author's note: In response to a review from Pentagon Merlin, at no time did I say that Slytherin and Gryffindor had a child together (I have read the books and know that both are male, thank you). For that matter, I didn't even mention Slytherin. Feel free to actually read the chapter before you go off half-cocked and leave a condescending review. For the rest who might be confused – and I know there might be some (especially if you read that review) Jack's not descended from Slytherin. Voldemort is through his mother's side, but in this story he and Jack have different mothers. (They share the same father)
That said, here we go!
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"Godric who?"
Jack was still completely confused by what was going on – and not just a little angry at hearing crap about his mother and father – and was even more annoyed by the surprised gasps that were coming from not only Carter, but also from Malfoy, who was obviously hearing this story for the first time.
"Gryffindor, sir," Sam said. "Another-"
"Oh, jeeze, let me guess," Jack interrupted, looking over his shoulder as well as he could without being able to turn around. "Another character from that stupid book…"
"Yes, si-"
"That foolish woman," Voldemort snarled – and for a moment Jack thought he was talking about Carter. He was about to open his mouth to tell the jerk just how much better and smarter Carter was than pretty much anyone on the planet, but Voldemort continued. "If she would have just kept her mouth shut like she'd promised, then no one would-"
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, interrupting. It was one thing to get a lecture. Quite another to listen to someone babble about something you had no clue about.
Voldemort snapped Jack a look of irritation. Obviously he didn't appreciate being interrupted. Whatever bond it was he felt towards O'Neill, however, reasserted itself, because the annoyance faded.
"Rowling is a menace to the wizarding world, little brother. She should have been stopped after she published the first volume of her History. Instead the Ministry of Magic bungled it – again – and allowed that they'd just –"
"Wait a minute," Sam said, interrupting. "What are you saying? The books are real?"
Voldemort scowled at her, and in that moment – even though it seemed impossible – Sam and Daniel both saw what just couldn't be. Voldemort did look a little like Jack. Or Jack looked like him?
"Yes," he sneered. "The books are real. The-"
"That's impossible," Sam said.
"If you interrupt me again, I'm going to-"
"Don't threaten her," Jack snapped.
Voldemort turned his attention back to Jack.
"Does that offend you, little brother? I-"
"Stop calling me that."
"But it's true," Voldemort said, walking even closer and looking down at Jack with a speculative gleam in those red eyes of his. "If things had happened differently, little brother, you and I could have-"
"Stop calling me that, damn it! I'm not your brother."
"Master," Malfoy's voice was almost as furious as Jack's was. "He can't be your brother! You're the greatest wizard ever born and he's simply a common-"
"Be silent, Lucius," Voldemort snapped. "His blood is mixed, that's true. Wizard from his father and Muggle from his mother. But it's possible that the wizarding blood bred true in him – no one has bothered to test it and-"
There was suddenly a powerful explosion from somewhere outside the door, and the sounds of a scuffle – and more explosions, these more muffled. Cries of surprise, anger, fear and pain were clearly heard, and they were getting louder.
Voldemort turned to Malfoy, who was staring at the door.
"Go find out what is happening."
Without hesitation, Malfoy headed for the door, but before he could open it, it burst open on its own, pieces of the door and frame flying every direction, some of them landing on SG-1, who couldn't move out of the way of the debris since they were tied up.
A figure appeared in the doorway, flanked by several others, and Malfoy fell backwards, scrambling for a wand he no longer had.
"Master!"
Voldemort snarled as he saw the man in the doorway.
"You!"
SG-1 looked at the man in the doorway as well. It was hard to miss him, after all. He was old, but imposing, with odd-looking robes, and white hair that was long and flowing, and a beard that was equally long and just as white. The man emanated power, and the look he gave Voldemort was filled with rage, making Jack glad he wasn't looking at him that way.
"This is forbidden, Tom."
The voice was calm, showing no sign of the fury in the man's eyes. Voldemort didn't even flinch.
"Nothing is forbidden to those who are powerful enough to do them." He raised his wand, and muttered something, and a bright flashing light shot out of the tip of the stick, heading straight for the old man.
Without even changing his expression, the old man flicked his wand out as well, and the bolt of light crashed into some kind of invisible barrier and disintegrated into a shower of sparks before vanishing.
"You'll have to do better than that, Tom," the old man said, raising his wand and pointing it at Voldemort. Before he could say anything, though, Voldemort made a snarling sound in his throat, grabbed Lucius Malfoy by the collar with one hand and made a gesture with his wand with the other. An instant later there was a loud cracking noise – one that sounded vaguely familiar to Daniel – and both men had vanished, leaving SG-1 staring at the empty space they'd occupied only moments before.
"Damn it!"
This was from one of the other men at the door – a dark haired man, who had been standing to the right of the old man, his wand out as well and a look of fury on his handsome face.
The old man reached out and put his hand on the younger man's arm.
"Don't worry, Sirius," he said, calmly. "The Deatheaters are scattered and Voldemort's on the run. Things couldn't be more in our favor right now."
Before the younger man could reply, the old man walked over to look down at SG-1 – all of whom were staring at him with varying degrees of incredibility. Sam because she was pretty sure who this man was supposed to be – even without an introduction. Teal'c because he knew who it was, and Jack and Daniel who were still trying to figure out the light show they'd just seen.
"Hello, Jack," the older man said in a kindly voice. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Jack scowled. He'd had way too crappy a day to be impressed by anything and anyone, now.
"Wait," he said – and he would have held up a hand if not for the fact that they were tied. "Let me guess… you're my… grandpa."
The younger man snorted, and there was a definite gleam of amusement in his expression.
"Not even close, Colonel O'Neill," he said, grinning. "This is Albus Dumbledore."
