The briefing didn't take long. Mainly because Jack only knew so much of what was going on in the first place, and Sirius didn't really have a lot to add to things. It wouldn't have even taken that long, except that Hammond didn't know any more about Harry Potter books than Jack did; relying on Carter for the information he needed, same as Jack did.

"So you're just hiding out from this Voldemort person?"

Sirius nodded, but clarified.

"Not only from him – but from those on our side, too. Right now, no one can know I'm alive…"

"And if they find out somehow while you're here?" Hammond asked. "Am I going to have to worry about evil wizards coming to look for you here on the base?"

"No. I'm the only wizard that can tell the location of the SGC, and none of the bad guys know anything about it."

"How long are you going to be in hiding?"

"I'm not sure," Sirius admitted. "Until Dumbledore says otherwise."

Hammond didn't look like that was the answer he wanted, but he nodded anyways.

"Very well. You're welcomed to remain here, as Colonel O'Neill's guest – as long as you stay in that other form when it's possible, and as long as you obey the rules around here. Colonel O'Neill can tell you what they are."

"Thank you."

Of course, Hammond wasn't all that certain that Jack was even sure of all the rules, but the colonel could keep the man out of trouble – hopefully.

"Dismissed, colonel. Let me know if you need anything."

"Yes, sir."

They both turned and looked at Sirius, expectantly, and the wizard moved out of his chair and switched over into dog form. A moment later, the colonel and the large black dog were leaving the general's office.

"So, how about a quick tour?"

He looked down at the dog, who wagged his tail – which Jack took as a yes.

"Stay by me, then, and keep your nose out of peoples' crotches, okay?"

There was another snort, an amused one, and Jack grinned, too, and opened the door to the briefing room and headed out the door and into the corridor.

"Colonel!"

"Gah."

The dog looked up at Jack's annoyed sound, and then down the hallway. Coming towards them was a woman in a white jacket, wearing a uniform underneath it.

"Doctor Fraiser, how are you?"

Fraiser, however, was looking at the dog, now.

"Where did you get him?"

"It's a long story, Doc."

Janet put her hand in front of the dog's nose, cautiously.

"Does he bite?"

"He'd better not, if he knows what's good for him."

The dog snorted, and Janet smiled at how amused it sounded – even though it was coming from a dog. The dog nuzzled her fingers, his tail wagging idly, and Janet took that as an invitation to be friends. She scratched his ears, idly.

"Does General Hammond know that you have him here?"

Jack nodded.

"We just came from there."

"Is he going to be a guard dog or something?"

She was trying to figure out why he had a dog with him – and why Hammond would allow it. There was nothing Janet hated more than a mystery.

"Nope."

Jack was grinning, now, because he knew she was annoyed, and he was enjoying the fact that he knew something she didn't. Yeah, it was childish, but well… it was fun.

"Colonel…"

He gave her an innocent look that did nothing to mollify her, and shrugged.

"It's a special case, doc. Come with us, and we'll show you."

She should be in on the secret anyways, Jack decided. Not only because she was a friend – which he wouldn't really admit – but because she was the chief medical officer of the SGC and if something came up, she needed to be in on things to save the trouble of explaining what was going on.

"Where are we going?" Janet asked, walking with him down the corridor.

"My office. It's-"

"Jack!"

Ahead of them, Daniel had just turned into their corridor, and his face lit up when he saw O'Neill and Sirius – er, whatever they were calling they were calling the wizard when he was in dog form. They hadn't discussed that part the evening before.

"Daniel."

The archeologist moved to meet them, slapping the dog's side cheerfully.

"You've already seen Hammond?"

Jack nodded.

"He's cleared to stay on the base, as long as he stays in the form he's in now."

"Who?" Janet asked, curiously.

"Si-"

"Daniel," Jack interrupted, watching as a couple of civilian scientists walked by them in the corridor.

Daniel looked chagrined.

"Sorry, Jack."

Fraiser frowned, looking from one of them to the other.

"Colonel, what's going on?"

"It's a secret, Doc," Jack said, not at all cowed by her glare. "Come on, let's get to my office…"

Still frowning, Fraiser followed him as he and the dog started down the corridor once more, Daniel right beside her.