Author's Note: Just for those of you who are coming into this story without reading the last one; this is a sequel. The first story is called the Harry Situation, and a link can be found in my profile. Thanks for the reviews.

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Dumbledore's office was just like Jack remembered it to be. Filled with interesting little knick knacks – things that were even more interesting than the stuff in Sam's lab, for the most part – and with shelves of books and portraits on the walls.

"Please, sit down…" Dumbledore said, drawing up chairs out of thin air for all of them. Dobby and Sebastian were the only two who didn't sit, but it was a preference for them, because Dumbledore had brought chairs for them, as well. "And have a bite to eat – something to tide you over, at any rate."

The old wizard raised his wand and gestured, and a tray of refreshments suddenly appeared on his desk. Sandwiches, neatly sliced raw vegetables and cheese and crackers, with a pitcher of what turned out to be cold water, and enough plates and cups to allow them all to have something to eat if they wished.

Since Jack hadn't eaten since noon the day before, he was the first to reach for a plate. Dumbledore waited until he'd filled his plate (the food on the tray replenished whatever Jack took) and then took a slice of cheese for himself.

"I'd like to hear what has happened, Jack," he finally said. "From the beginning, if you please?"

Jack nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich first, and then started to tell the others exactly what had happened from the moment they went out to eat until they'd met up in the Forest, Jack in the company of a trio of centaurs.

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The room was in shambles. Dark smudges on the walls and shards of furniture and what might have been wall hangings gave mute testimony to several explosions – some having created large cracks in the thick walls.

"Master!"

The form in the middle of the room turned to look at the man huddled in a corner.

"I had them! I had them all in my grasp!"

"There were too many-"

"Silence!" Voldemort's red eyes glared mercilessly at Snape, who had thus far escaped the fury of the Dark Lord's anger. "I was calling for assistance…"

"They would not have arrived in time, Master," Snape said, greatly daring, and trying to get Voldemort to see reason beyond his rage. "You are too important to lose in an unequal fight – and Dumbledore was-"

"Dumbledore!" The name was spat like a poisonous taste in the Dark Lord's mouth. "The meddling old fool. If not for him, I'd know what the prophecy said!"

"Colonel O'Neill may not have heard it before the centaurs-"

"He heard it! I know he did!" Voldemort glared at Snape, breathing heavily. "Go back to them, Severus. Find out what it said for me."

"They will not-"

"Go!"

Snape scrambled to his feet.

"Yes, Master."

There was a loud crack and a moment later he was gone, leaving the Dark Lord standing alone in the strewn rubble of the room.

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"The house spoke to you?" Daniel repeated, raising an eyebrow in a fair imitation of Teal'c (who was actually doing the same thing, just then).

Jack scowled.

"Not the house… the... ghost that lives in it."

"It's a haunted house?"

"The spirit of the Great Lady's house is not a ghost as you think of it," Sebastian said, interrupting. "It is a magical creation whose purpose is to guard the house, and greet those who come to find their prophesies."

"See?" Jack said. "It spoke to me. In my head. Like your hat did." He added, pointing to the shelf that held the sorting hat.

"And it told you of the prophecy?" Dumbledore asked.

Jack nodded.

"It lit up the one I was supposed to look at."

"Did you look at it?" Sam asked, curiously, completely fascinated with the whole idea of a talking house helping her CO.

"Yeah."

"What did it say, Jack?" Sirius asked, curiously. "Anything that might help us?"

"There was just a bunch of babbling," O'Neill told him – and the others who were listening just as intently. "It didn't even make sense, really."

"Do you remember what it said?" Dumbledore asked.

Jack sighed, annoyed.

"She said that the brother of the Dark Lord-"

"That's you."

"Thanks, Daniel, I know," Jack said, sarcastically.

"Sorry."

"Anyways, she said that the brother of the Dark Lord is the key to his downfall."

"That's good news," Minerva said.

"Not really," Jack disagreed, shaking his head. "Because the next thing she said was that I – he – could also be his salvation."

"Really?" Sam said, surprised.

"That's what it said," Jack told them. "Don't worry, though," he added. "I'm not planning on being his salvation any time soon."

Sirius smiled.

"I don't doubt that for a minute."

"Was that all it said, Jack?" Dumbledore asked.

"No. Then there was some mumbo jumbo about watching myself, because if others fail, I might end up being the guardian to the child – whoever that is."

The others stared at him, and Sirius frowned.

"The child would have to be Harry…"

Jack looked over at him.

"Why do you say that?"

"It only makes sense, Jack," Lupin agreed. "Harry's the one who defeated Voldemort the last time."

"And he is a child," Teal'c added.

Jack scowled, annoyed but not even sure why.

"Probably the only child that would matter to the Seeress…" Sam said, looking at Sebastian.

The house elf nodded.

"She wouldn't have known him by name, but I would agree with you. It almost certainly refers to Harry Potter."