"Ugh."

It might not have been poison, but it definitely wasn't a beer. Like Voldemort had, Jack gagged slightly on the taste of the brew, but he had to admit that his head felt better almost immediately. Well enough that it must have shown, because the healer Terack relaxed considerably, although he was still pale.

"It should take action immediately," he said unnecessarily.

Voldemort watched Jack as intently as the healer did, and Jack scowled at the scrutiny.

"How do you feel?" Voldemort asked – and Jack noticed he didn't call him little brother. At least, not just then.

"Better," he admitted, moving his head and looking around to make sure that a movement wasn't going to ruin the moment and make the ache come back. It didn't. There was definitely something to be said for healing potions, eh?

"Good. Now… let me explain what I need and why, and hopefully you'll understand what is so important that I sent my people to find you…"

"Your people kidnapped me."

"They're overly exuberant, that's all. I didn't intend for you to be injured."

"I wouldn't have come if you'd simply asked."

"Which is why I didn't ask."

Jack folded his arms over his chest.

"What do you want?"

The sooner he knew, the sooner he could find a way to escape.

"I want you to deliver a prophecy to me, Jack."

"You have a ton of minions. Send one of them."

"It doesn't work that way." He was being as patient as he knew how, but it was a strain. "In most instances only a person who a prophecy is about can actually touch it…"

"How do you touch a prophecy?"

"They're recorded magically and stored in various places."

"And there's a prophecy about me?"

"Yes."

"Why would you care about it, then?"

Jack wasn't all that sure that Voldemort was being serious, really, since he'd never heard anything so stupid in all his life. But even if it was true – and there was a lot of the wizard world he didn't know about he had to admit – then there was no reason that Voldemort would even be interested.

"I have it on good authority that whatever this prophecy says, it's very important to my cause…"

Jack snorted, shaking his head.

"I don't want anything to do with your cause – or with prophecies."

"You don't have a choice in this, Jack," Voldemort practically purred. "It's your destiny to be at my side."

OOOOOOOO

"We can't just wait around for someone to tell us something…"

Sirius gave Sam a sympathetic look. He knew she was worried – she wasn't hiding it at all – but he also knew that there wasn't anything that she could do. And unfortunately, he couldn't figure out how to convince her of that without being brutally direct.

"There's nothing else you can do, Sam," he told her. "Until Dumbledore gets back or we hear from Snape –"

"If we do," Daniel interrupted, just as impatient. They'd lost Jack hours ago, and they weren't any closer to finding him. It was frustrating and frightening. "You said yourself that he's not reliable."

"I agree with Daniel Jackson," Teal'c said from where he had been standing by the door to Dumbledore's office, under the careful scrutiny of the people in the portraits on the walls around them.

"We have to wait," Sirius said, shaking his head and completely unable to believe that he was the one telling everyone else to wait when normally he was the first person to jump into action. "I want to get Jack back as much as you do, but-"

He was interrupted when the door to the office opened and Minerva McGonagall walked into the room with another man that none of the members of SG-1 recognized, although Sirius stood up with a smile, and caught the man's rough embrace.

"Sirius! I know they said you weren't dead… but God, it's wonderful to see it for myself!"

"It's good to see you, Remus," Sirius said, slapping his back once more and looking truly happy and relieved.

Daniel wondered if the man was sick, because he was fairly pale and guant, although the smile on his face was cheerful and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Before he could turn to Sam or Teal'c to see if they knew who he was – both of them were the experts with this group of people after all – Sirius turned his friend towards the others.

"You guys haven't met. This is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is Major Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson and Teal'c."

The man smiled and offered his hand to Teal'c, who was closest.

"I've heard about you all," he said. "And what's happened to Colonel O'Neill. It's a pleasure to meet you – although I do wish it had been under better circumstances."

Teal'c shook his hand in the human style of greeting – something he was more or less used to doing by now, and he was so interested in the person standing in front of him that it was a small sacrifice to make.

"I have read about you," he said, looking for signs of extra hair, or elongated canine teeth – he'd never seen a werewolf, after all. The man looked like any other human, however, and Teal'c found himself slightly disappointed at that. His handshake wasn't even overpowering or anything.

"Then we're even," Remus said with another ready smile.

"Indeed."

"Have you heard anything about Jack?" Sirius asked Minerva, who was standing slightly to the side while Remus was introduced. She knew the members of SG-1, after all, and while she'd want to say hello, she didn't need to meet them. Daniel, Sam and Teal'c all turned towards her at the question, and she shook her head.

"We haven't heard from Snape yet," she said, shaking her head. "But one of the others in the Order might have hit on a clue to what's going on…"

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"I'll let him tell you," Minerva said. She looked at Sirius. "He's waiting at 12 Grimmald, Sirius. If you don't want to join us there we can come ba-"

Sirius shook his head.

"I'll go."

He didn't want to miss this – even if it meant spending more time in the house he hated more than anything else in the world. Except maybe Snape.