Jack was the first one to enter the room. It wasn't all that large, with five large canopied beds there wasn't a lot of room for anything else, and he had no trouble spotting the boy sitting on the furthest bed from the door.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt. It only made Jack angrier.

"You and I need to talk before I go home."

"No, we don't."

"Since I don't have any desire to be lured out of my house by house elves every time you feel the need to have a little company, yes, we do."

Harry's face reddened a little at that reminder, and his eyes lowered to his lap.

"I didn't tell him to bring you to my uncle's house…"

"But you knew he would."

There was a hesitation, and then Harry nodded.

"I needed to talk – and you told me I could talk to you anytime. Remember?"

And now there was a flash of anger in those bright green eyes once more.

"So you had me kidnapped. Knowing as well as you do that aside from you I'm probably one of Voldemort's favorite targets…"

"I didn't mean for him to get you."

"He could have been killed, Harry," Sirius said, speaking for the first time. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that you were dead!" Harry said, turning that anger on Sirius – who was really the reason for his fury in the first place. "Why did I think that? Because that's what everyone told me!"

"There were reasons for-"

"I don't care! They all lied to me! They let me believe that you were dead. Everyone probably got a great big laugh out of it at my expense and-"

"And God forbid there's something going on that you don't know about," Jack said, evenly. "So instead of being happy to see someone you love alive and well instead of dead, you're going to be angry at the world and make sure everyone suffers."

Harry's already red face flushed again.

"That's not how it is, Jack…"

O'Neill just gave him a look, and since it was more than enough to quell rebellious recruits – adult men who were full of their own importance – it snapped Harry's fury as easily as dumping a bucket of ice water on him would have.

"I should have been told…" he said, looking down at his hands again.

"We couldn't tell you, Harry," Sirius said, gently. "You know why."

"Because Voldemort is in my mind," he said bitterly. "I know."

"It was a good plan," Jack said, leaning against one of the posters on the bed. "Too bad it didn't work."

"Because of me," Harry said.

"Not every plan works like it should have," Sirius said, shrugging. He was more than willing to let Harry off the hook – although it was Jack who was going to have to actually do it, since it was Jack who had been put into the most danger because of Harry's impetuousness. "Besides, I didn't like hiding anyways… and I hated what our lie was doing to you."

"But you went along with it."

"Because it needed to be done," Jack said. "And you know it."

Harry looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't. Instead he just nodded. It was hard to be angry when Jack was throwing logic around – and it was even harder to be angry at Sirius, who he'd never thought he'd see again.

"I'm glad you're not dead…" he finally said, looking down at his hands.

"That's good to hear," Sirius said, reaching out and resting his hand on the boy's shoulder. This wasn't how he wanted to reunite with Harry – although he'd known the boy would have every reason to be furious at being lied to.

"I'm sorry I ruined your plan…"

"It's okay, Harry."

He looked up at Sirius, and then reached for him, hugging him tightly. But not as tightly as Sirius was hugging him back.

"I thought you were dead…" Harry whispered, brokenly.

"I know…"

Sirius ran his hand through Harry's already messy hair, trying to soothe him while at the same time trying to get his own emotions in check. True, Harry wasn't his son, but he was the closest he'd ever come, and the rush of emotions he felt just then, as he was holding him, surprised him.

They eventually separated, but it was several minutes before Harry could look at Jack, and now his eyes were bright with moisture and not anger.

"I'm sorry."

"And you'll never do it again…" Jack said.

"And I'll never do it again," Harry repeated.

"Good. Because I have better things to do than be dragged around by evil wizards, you know?"

Now his brown eyes had softened, and Harry could see a sparkle of good humor where before there had only been a stern exterior. He smiled, and wiped at his eyes, skewing his glasses.

"I didn't mean-"

"I know, Harry."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Jack shook his head.

"Nah. He was thinking about it, I bet, but those centaurs are pretty impressive guys."

Harry nodded his agreement.

"Was Sebastian really a house elf?"

Sirius nodded.

"Not like any I'd ever seen before, but he's a house elf."

"Did he stay?"

"No, he said he was going back to his Mistress' cottage."

"The seeress…"

"Yes."

He looked at Jack.

"Did you find out anything interesting?"

Jack shrugged, affecting a nonchalant attitude.

"You hear one prophesy you heard them all…"

Harry looked a little disappointed at that, and he missed the look that Sirius threw Jack. Luckily. Jack shrugged again. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't going to tell Harry anything about someone mentioning that those around Harry might fall – or fail or whatever. Not after he was just reunited with Sirius.

"We should probably get back to Dumbledore's office," Sirius said. "You're probably ready to get home."

Jack nodded, and looked at Harry.

"You coming?"

The boy nodded.

"Is Sam there?"

"Yup."

"Good."

With Sirius and Jack flanking him, and feeling better than he had in weeks, Harry headed for the door.