Author's Note: Just so you readers know, I'm heading to Mount St. Helens on Sunday and won't be available to write – since I'm driving, so I can't even use my laptop to write. And if the mountain just happens to erupt while I'm there, that might complicate things further! But I don't expect it to, of course.

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"Harry can't be allowed to come here…"

They were in Hammond's office, and Sirius had switched back to human form the moment the door had closed.

"How would he get here, anyways?" Jack asked, curiously, looking at the owl, which had flown into the office as well and was obviously waiting impatiently for a reply to take back to her owner.

"Probably on his broomstick," Sirius said after a moment of thought. "With his invisibility cloak."

"Who are we talking about?" Janet asked, breaking into the conversation.

"I thought no one could find this place, unless you told them?" Daniel said at the same time.

"Harry Potter," Jack said, answering Janet.

"They can't," Sirius said, answering Daniel at the same time. "But he knows Jack lives here – Jack told him. And if Jack sends him a reply telling him he can come, then the protections that would normally keep a wizard away from his house won't apply."

Hammond scowled.

"Who are we talking about?" He asked. "The Harry Potter from the books?"

"Yes," Sirius said.

"Why would he want to come here?"

"Because he likes Jack," Sirius said. "And he probably doesn't have anyone else to turn to right now…"

There was an ache in Sirius' voice when he spoke, which told everyone there quite plainly that he didn't like the situation any more than Harry.

"Where is he?" Jack asked.

Sirius shrugged.

"I assume he's at his aunt and uncle's."

"The Dursleys?" Daniel asked, proving that he had read the first book. "No, they don't like him much, do they? Certainly not enough for Harry to be able to count on them for support if he thinks Sirius is dead…"

"The Dursleys?" Jack repeated. He'd heard about them from Harry, and truth be told, he really wanted a chance to lay into them for the way they'd treated Harry when he was younger – and probably were still treating him. "Why does he stay with them?"

"Dumbledore says he has to," Sirius said, bitterly. "I'd have him staying with me if I could."

"Only he thinks you're dead," Daniel said.

"Yeah."

It was clear that Janet was confused, but she was a lot more patient about the situation than Jack would have been, knowing that eventually someone would have to explain what was going on. If not just to her, then to Sam, who was apparently the only member of SG-1 (on the planet) that didn't know what was going on. And if they explained to Sam, then Janet could listen in.

"I don't want Harry Potter in the SGC," Hammond said. He already had enough wizards in his secret base; he didn't need another one – and a child at that. "Write him and tell him he can't come, Colonel."

"It'll crush him if you do," Sirius said. He didn't know exactly how Harry was doing, since he couldn't get close to him, but Dumbledore had told him that Harry was taking his death hard. "I don't want to add to his pain…"

"So I'll go there…" Jack said, shrugging.

"What?" Hammond asked. "Where?"

"London, I think. Maybe I can meet him some-"

"Why don't we write to Dumbledore?" Daniel suggested. "He'd want to know if Harry was planning on a long trip, wouldn't he?"

Sirius hesitated, and nodded.

"Yes."

"How are you going to do that?" Hammond asked.

"Fawkes," Daniel replied. "That was the whole point of leaving him, right? In case Jack or Sirius needed to get hold of him?"

Sirius nodded.

"So we go back to my house and get-"

There was a flash of light, like a silent explosion of flame in midair above them, and suddenly Fawkes was there, his wings seemingly on fire, although Jack knew now that that was just an illusion.

"Or he comes to us," Sirius said, smiling wryly.

"What is that?" Janet asked, unable to help herself.

"Fawkes," Daniel told her.

"Fox?" She frowned, watching as the bird came in to land on Hammond's desk and the General moved his stuff out of the way. "He looks like a-"

"It's Dumbledore's phoenix," Daniel said.

"Who is Dumbledore?"

"The head wizard guy," Jack answered, distractedly. He turned to Sirius. "I just write it on a piece of paper?"

"That'll be fine."

Hammond wordlessly handed Jack a pad and a pen, and O'Neill jotted a quick note to Dumbledore, telling him what happened and asking for advice. Then Sirius tied it expertly to Fawkes' leg and the phoenix vanished as suddenly and dramatically as he'd arrived.

"You'll have to stick around," Sirius told the snowy owl, who was still waiting for a return message.

The owl hooted disdainfully, but didn't go anywhere.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on…?" Janet asked, sensing that there was a lull in activity now. At least, no one seemed to be doing anything.

"As soon as we get Major Carter in here," Hammond said. No sense explaining it twice – and he wouldn't mind hearing the explanation again.