Author's note: This is one of those kind of chapters that seems to jump around a lot. Sorry about that. It's also not going to be incredibly long. But the fun will really start with the next chapter, I think. We'll have to see what happens.

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It wasn't long before Hammond left – taking Teal'c with him. The others all sat down in Jack's living room, discussing things.

"You're going to stay?" Jack asked Sirius.

"If it's all right. We figure there should be one wizard here – just in case…"

Which made sense, of course. Voldemort didn't know about Jack's house, they knew, but that didn't mean he couldn't find out about Colorado Springs.

"You're welcome to stay," Jack said. "I have plenty of room."

Sirius smiled, giving Sam a sly sidelong glance.

"If you don't, I could probably stay at Sam's…"

"Which would defeat the purpose of you sticking around to protect Harry," Daniel said.

"Harry who?" Sirius grinned, and tousled Harry's already messy hair. "Just kidding."

Jack's smile was a little forced, but Sam laughed outright. Sirius was as much of a flirt as anyone she'd ever met.

"If you're going to stay, we're going to need to get you guys into some normal clothes," she said, eyeing their wizard robes. Harry was wearing baggy clothing underneath – obviously cast offs of Dudley's. "Otherwise you're going to stick out…"

Jack nodded his agreement.

"Sirius and I are close to the same size, so I can loan him some of mine…" he said. Then he looked at Harry, who was scrawny for his age. "Daniel? You have some Harry can wear?"

Sam snickered, and Daniel rolled his eyes.

"Cute, Jack."

Even Harry smiled at that, and Jack grinned.

"We'll have to go do some shopping, I think…"

Harry blushed.

"That's not necessary, Jack. I can-"

"You can't run around looking like a wizard, Harry," Jack interrupted. "And you can't hang out with me looking like a bum in someone else's clothes. It's bad enough you already look like Harry Potter – if you're dressed like him – you – then we're going to draw attention. The last thing we want is attention."

"He's right, Harry," Sirius said.

"But I don't have any Muggle money…"

Now Harry was brilliant red.

"That's okay," Jack said, standing up. "I do. Come on, let's get going."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

Better now than waiting too long.

"Well…"

"You might stop by the DMV and get a driver's booklet," Sam suggested. "A lot of the rules will be the same – as will the signs it discusses."

"Good idea," Jack agreed. "Pull off the robe, Harry. I'll get Sirius something to wear."

Harry still didn't look all that convinced, but while Jack and Sirius vanished down the hallway, Sam assured him that Jack was right – and offered to go with him if he was nervous. Which made Harry blush again.

"I'm not nervous…" he said. "I've just never had any new clothes before – except for robes."

"Then it's time you did," Daniel said, wondering how anyone could be so terrible as Harry's relatives seemed to be – both from what he'd read, and from what he'd heard from Harry himself. "It'll be fun. Jack can take you to the mall."

"Truth to tell," Sam said, her voice a little softer, now, and her eyes going to the hallway to make sure Jack wasn't returning. "I think Jack's going to have more fun than you are. He likes you."

Now Harry's smile lit up his green eyes. He wasn't used to people – outside of his friends at school – wanting to spend time with him. Eleven years of serious neglect takes a lot to get over, after all. It made him feel good to hear Sam tell him that Jack liked him, because he liked Jack.

"You think so?"

"I know it."

Harry pulled off his wizard robes and draped them over the couch, and a moment later Jack returned with Sirius, both men now wearing jeans and polo shirts.

"Ready?"

Harry nodded.

As ready as he'd ever be, anyways.

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"Okay… do we eat first, or shop?"

"Shop," Sam said. "That way Harry has some decent clothes to wear to dinner."

Jack nodded.

"Good answer."

Sam smiled.

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"Are you sure I need all this?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'm not going to be here all that long…"

"That doesn't matter," Jack replied, tossing a couple more shirts onto the stack that Harry was already carrying. This assortment included jeans, shirts, shorts, underwear, socks and a brand new pair of tennis shoes. "You should have enough clothes to last you through the summer."

"There's enough here to last my whole life…"

Jack smiled.

"You need help with that pile?"

"No."

"See anything else you need – or want?"

"This is plenty, Jack. Really."

"Then let's find the others and get something to eat."

"Sounds good."

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"You look sharp, Harry."

The boy couldn't help but smile at Sam's compliment – or just how good he felt in the new clothes he was wearing. New! Not handed down. Not something he'd have to keep pulling up and tightening a belt to keep up – or keep pushing up the sleeves or rolling them up because they were too long. And they were all his.

"Thanks."

After Jack had paid for Harry's stuff, he'd sent him off to one of the bathrooms to change into it – and Harry had gone, eagerly. Jeans, a button down shirt, and his new sneakers (which kind of hurt his feet, but he knew he'd get them broke in soon enough) were enough to make him stare at himself in the bathroom mirror.

"We're having burgers," Jack told him. "Sound okay?"

"Sounds great."

He didn't care what they had. He was hungry enough to eat anything. As long as they didn't make him try any of the really weird American food he'd heard about but had never had, and his trip to Seattle to go to the convention with the Weasleys – the same convention he'd met Jack and the rest of SG-1 at – had introduced him to some of the different foods that they had here that they didn't have at home.