Daniel frowned.

"What do you-"

"There is no time to explain," Snape said, impatiently waving off the question. "I must leave immediately."

"But-"

"Go ahead, Severus," Dumbledore said, waving the wizard out of the office. "Report when you can."

"I will."

"Tell Voldemort to rot in hell," Sirius called after him as the other wizard left the room in a flourish of robes. "And join him, why don't-"

"Sirius." Dumbledore's voice was reproving, but Sirius didn't seem at all apologetic.

Daniel frowned again.

"What was that all about?"

"Which part?" Sirius asked.

"Why did he leave so quickly? I thought he was going to tell us what Voldemort wanted with Jack – and thought he was going to help-"

"His arm has a tattoo of sorts," Sam said before anyone else could answer. "It burns when Voldemort wants the deatheaters to join him – it's his way of calling them." She looked at Dumbledore. "I'm guessing he just called Snape?"

The Headmaster nodded.

"Indeed he did. Hopefully he'll have something to tell us when he returns."

"If he returns," Sirius said darkly. "They have Jack, now, and who knows what they're-"

"I trust Severus, Sirius," Dumbledore said, firmly, and it sounded to Daniel like this was a conversation they'd had many times in the past. "Just like I trust you."

"I was never a Deatheater, Dumbledore," Sirius snapped. "Of course you can trust me."

"A Deatheater?" Daniel repeated, confused. "That's what Voldemort's group is called, right?"

"Yeah."

"Snape was once one of them," Teal'c said. "But he is no longer."

"He was never one of them," Dumbledore said. "He was acting as a spy for the rest of us."

"He's a pretty good actor, then," Sirius said.

"You'd have to be, to fool Voldemort," Dumbledore said. "Severus puts himself in danger every time he returns to Voldemort."

"Good. I hope they fry each other."

Dumbledore sighed.

"At any rate," he said to Daniel. "Hopefully, Severus will be able to find Colonel O'Neill for us. Or at least discover what Voldemort wants him for so we can track him down."

"So we have to sit here and wait?" Sam asked.

"There must be something we can do," Daniel added, not liking the idea of sitting around any more than Sam did.

"I have to go talk to Harry," Dumbledore said. "He'll be going mad wondering what's happening and I don't trust him not to try something of he doesn't hear from someone soon."

"He's not reckless," Sirius said, quickly.

"He's a young boy," Dumbledore countered. "All young boys are reckless by their nature – and before you say otherwise, I'll remind you that I knew you when you were his age and you weren't any better."

Sirius scowled, but obviously Dumbledore had hit on a point that couldn't be argued because he didn't say anything.

"While I'm gone, I ask that you please wait here." He looked at Daniel and the rest of SG-1. "I know you're anxious for word of Colonel O'Neill, but I assure you, we're doing all that we can."

OOOOOOOOOO

For the first time, Voldemort's calm façade slipped. Obviously he didn't like being called Voldie – and he probably wasn't all that fond of Jack's flippant manner. Jack, of course didn't care. Not only did his head hurt, but even if he was at a hundred percent, he wasn't normally the best of prisoners anyways. He certainly wasn't going to cooperate.

"Don't call me that."

"What? Voldie?"

Voldemort started to say something – and Jack figured he looked about ready to explode – but suddenly the man smiled, his mask once more back in place.

"I see what you're trying to do, now, Jack… it won't work, I assure you…"

"Yeah?" Jack asked. "What's that?"

"You want me to get angry and make a mistake. But that won't happen. I don't allow my emotions to get the better of me, and I never make mistakes."

"Your first mistake was thinking that I might be willing to help you."

"You'll help me."

"No, I won't."

"You won't be able to help yourself," Voldemort said. "When the time-"

"Master!"

They both turned at the interruption, and saw Bellatrix coming through the door, looking excited.

"What is it, Bella?" Voldemort asked, impatiently, his tone of voice clearly telling her that it had better be important or she was going to be sorry for interrupting.

"Severus has arrived."

Voldemort smiled.

"Excellent. Send him in."

"He says he-"

"Bring him here, Bella," Voldemort said in a do not argue with me tone of voice.

"Yes, Master."

She vanished, and a moment later returned with a greasy looking dark-haired man who looked over at Jack without any interest.

"I came as soon as I could, Master," the man said, giving Voldemort a slight bow.

"So I see. What news?"

"The Order of the Phoenix is looking for your prisoner."

"I expected them to be," Voldemort said, not sounding at all surprised. "I suppose you're the one they expect to tell them where to find him?"

Snape nodded.

"Yes."

"Excellent. Then we'll take care of the Order at the same time that we take care of the prophecy." Voldemort smiled, and it wasn't a pretty sight. "Things couldn't be going better, Severus."