Author's Note: I had to revise this chapter just a little from the original one I put up to fix a mistake I made in it!

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The place wasn't a cabin. To call it a cabin would have been too grandiose. It was barely even a shack – and that had been in its better days, which from the looks of things were long past. It was no bigger than Jack's office, and made of crumbling stone and rotted wood. The door was falling off its hinges, and there were holes in the roof that looked big enough to drop an elephant through. It wasn't even in a clearing; the forest was grown right up to the edge of the building – and there was one little tree growing through the roof.

Voldemort, however, was looking at it triumphantly when the building came into sight through some trees. He came to a stop, and Jack stopped as well.

"Finally."

Jack frowned.

"This is it?"

"This is it."

"Maybe you'd better check your map."

Voldemort looked over at him, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

"It's very old."

"Yeah… well… Bob Villa wouldn't touch this place."

The dark wizard didn't have a clue who that was, of course. He scowled.

"Come with me, and try not to get killed."

"Or else…?"

"Just come with me, Jack, and walk only where I do."

"We made it through the forest, Skippy," O'Neill said. "Now you're afraid of that little shack?"

"There are certainly protections on the house."

"Such as?"

"Such as things a stupid Muggle wouldn't know anything about!" Voldemort snapped. "Do as I say!"

Furious, Voldemort headed for the little shack, not even looking back to see if the Muggle was following. The only thing keeping O'Neil alive was the fact that he needed him, and that wasn't going to be much longer – he hoped. It would depend on what the prophecy revealed. After only a moment's hesitation (mainly because he was debating making his move to escape) Jack followed him. He probably needed to know what the prophecy thing said about him, too. Not that he believed in any of that weird stuff, but you never knew, right?

He'd seen stranger stuff.

OOOOOOOOO

Sybill Treylawney was exactly like Sam expected her to be from the descriptions in the books. She was a thin woman with large eyes magnified by thick glasses, wearing brightly colored robes, a fair number of bracelets on her bony wrists and a shawl that clashed horribly with everything else she had on.

When she entered Minerva's office, SG-1 was there, seated in chairs around McGonagall's desk, talking to the Transfiguration teacher. Treylawney hesitated, looking at Teal'c with wariness combined with curiosity as she came in.

"You wanted to see me, Minerva?"

McGonagall nodded, giving her a tight smile that was obviously supposed to be friendly – although it was strained.

"May I introduce Major Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson and Teal'c? This is Professor Treylawney – the Divinations instructor."

Daniel nodded a hello, unsure what to say to her – and glad that he wasn't taking classes from her.

"These three are looking for a friend of theirs, Sybill," Minerva continued. "I was hoping you could help."

"The inner eye is not a lost and found service, Minerva," Treylawney said, sounding as if she was trying to decide if McGonagall was making fun of her somehow. "I'm a se-"

"We don't need the inner eye," Minerva snapped. "We need to know if your grandmother had a hideaway in the Forbidden Forest."

Sybill was brought up short, obviously surprised at the question.

"What?"

"Their friend is in the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Sybill," she said, calmly. "We have reason to believe that they're on their way to a hidden place in the Forest, where there are some unknown prophecies made by your grandmother."

"How did…" Treylawney cut herself off, looking at the three strangers. "No."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"No, what?"

"There isn't a hidden shelter in the Forest."

"You are not telling the truth."

Teal'c knew a lie when he hear done, even when it was an older woman telling him – and she was lying through her teeth, as O'Neill would say.

Treylawney turned to Teal'c, and immediately bit off whatever it was she'd been planning on saying.

"We just want our friend back," Sam said, quickly – although she was glad that Teal'c was so intimidating, since they might be able to use that to their advantage this time. "We don't want to-"

"Is there a place?" Minerva asked. "We need to know, Sybill. We need to find this man."

Treylawney looked suddenly like a child trapped in a lie.

"I can't…"

"Voldemort has him, Sybill. He thinks there's a prophecy about him, and if there is, we need to know about it and find him. You know as well as any of us that we can't allow him to have any advantage."

Treylawney hesitated, wringing her hands.

"It's a secret…" she said softly. "Passed down from my grandmother to my mother and then on to me."

"Where is it?" Sam asked.

"In the Forest."

Minerva made an annoyed noise.

"Where in the Forest?"

"In almost the exact center. But it wouldn't do… Him… any good to take their friend there." She gestured towards Sam and Teal'c. "The hut has many layers of protection on it, and anyone who tries to breach the defenses will be killed."

"This is You-Know-Who, Sybill," Minerva said. "I'm sure he could get past the defensive spells."

She stood up.

"I need directions to this place – and I need you to tell me what kind of defenses there are, and how to circumvent them."

"But it's a secret… I promised my mother that I wouldn't-"

"It is imperative that we locate our friend," Teal'c said. "We will not disclose the location of your grandmother's domicile to anyone else."

Sybill Treylawney didn't look completely convinced, but she didn't have a choice, really. She nodded.

"But no one outside of this room is to find out."

Minerva nodded her head.

"We won't tell anyone."

They didn't need to. Sprawled under the desk was a large black dog, and sitting on the dog's head was an odd-looking tick, and those two were the only one besides those in the room that needed to know.