Author's note: S-O-L stands for Shit outta Luck for those who didn't know and were curious.

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"He what?"

The little house elf's ears sank even lower at Sam's incredulous exclamation, but Dumbledore was the one who answered.

"Dobby is the one who took Jack. Harry asked him to check in with him and see if his message had been delivered, and Dobby took it upon himself to go one step further."

"Harry Potter has been lonely and sad…" Dobby said, his big green eyes mournful. "Jack O'Neill is someone who he will talk to and maybe be happy again."

"And then what?" Daniel asked.

This time Dumbledore looked at Dobby, silently telling him to answer. With his eyes downcast, looking like nothing more than a guilty child – an ugly guilty child – Dobby told them what had happened at Privit drive, including Jack sending Harry back to the house because he expected an ambush and then ending the tale with Dobby's description of the ambush and Jack's capture.

"Dobby tried to help, but there were so many…"

"So the Deatheaters have Colonel O'Neill?" Sam asked Dumbledore.

He nodded.

"Which means that Voldemort does."

"But I thought that Voldemort couldn't use Jack – because he wasn't magical…" Daniel said, confused.

"He can't," Dumbledore said. "And there's no way he doesn't know – because we made sure to spread the word."

"Then there must be another reason Voldemort has abducted O'Neill," Teal'c said.

Dumbledore nodded.

"But until we know what it is – or where they are – I'm afraid there's nothing we-"

"We have to get him back," Sam said. "Who knows what they're doing to him."

The black dog shoved his nose in her hand, reacting to the worry in her voice and trying to comfort her as well as he could just then.

"I don't intend to wait for Voldemort to tell us where they are," Dumbledore assured her. "We have ways of getting information – just as we have ways of spreading information."

"Snape?"

"Snape?" Daniel echoed, looking at Sam. "That's the potions teacher that hates Harry so much?"

He had read the first book, after all. How many guys named Snape could there be?

"Professor Snape is not what he appears," Dumbledore said. "It is because of him that we have as much information about the Deatheaters as we do…"

"Do you have the location of any of their known hiding places?" Teal'c asked.

"A couple," Dumbledore told him. "I've already sent word to the others. We'll start looking immediately."

"We'll help," Sam said.

He looked for the moment as if he was going to refuse, but there was something about the set of her shoulders and head that Daniel recognized immediately and Dumbledore noticed almost immediately. He could say no, but she'd still go. Teal'c and Daniel were nodding as well; Jack was their teammate, and they would help. Whether he wanted them to or not.

"Very well," Dumbledore told them. He turned to Dobby, who had been watching. "Dobby, I want you to return to Harry. Tell him I said for him to stay where he was, and that we're going to start looking for Jack. If he even makes a move to leave the house, I want you to come find me immediately – no matter what he tells you. Understand?"

Dobby nodded quickly, and a moment later vanished with a loud crack.

"How does he do that?" Daniel asked, amazed.

"House elves are powerful creatures," Sirius said. The younger wizard had shifted shape immediate once Dobby was gone. "They're normally tied to a family, however, and aren't free to use that power to their own purposes."

"But…?"

"Dobby is a free elf," Teal'c said.

"Which is why he was able to try and help Jack when he was attacked," Dumbledore said. "But the Deatheaters are powerful wizards and witches, and one house elf wouldn't be able to take on all of them."

"Bellatrix has a lot to answer for," Sirius said, standing close to Sam since he had been when he was in dog form.

"Indeed," Teal'c said.

Dumbledore didn't reply. Instead he pulled a pouch from one of the pockets of his robes and opened it.

"The summer break ensures that Hogwarts is virtually deserted," he said. "That's where we'll go from here."

"Floo powder?" Sam asked, looking in the pouch when he held it out to her.

"Yes. Sirius?" Dumbledore gestured to the fireplace, and Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. An instant later there was a roaring fire where only a moment before there hadn't been. "Just say Hogwarts," Dumbledore said as Sam took a small handful of powder. "That'll get you there."

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"Where is it?" Jack asked. He wasn't all that curious, but he figured if it were someplace close to a phone, he'd probably be able to escape and call and get some help. Sam and the others had to know something was up by then – and he wasn't sure what they were doing, but was pretty sure that they'd had sense to call Dumbledore and let him know something was going on.

And hopefully the old wizard would have some idea what to do about it. Jack wasn't one to wait around for rescue, however. And Voldemort wasn't one to share a secret he wasn't ready to share.

"Someplace secure."

"Then how are you going to get it?"

"I'm not. You are."

Jack leaned back into his cushions and pillows, his head ringing.

"Hate to tell you Voldie, but I'm not going anywhere. My head hurts and I don't travel well when I ache. You don't like it, wave your wand and make it better."