"You should probably head back…"

As much as Jack enjoyed Harry's company, he also wanted the boy to be safe – and that meant having him around wizards, not SG-1. Especially since Voldemort was just as keen to find Jack as he was to find Harry. Imagine the coup it would be if he managed to get them both in one lucky grab.

Harry nodded, but wouldn't meet Jack's gaze.

"Perhaps Jack could help you get your things?" Dumbledore suggested, gently.

Which would, of course, give them a minute to have a private chat – something Dumbledore was certain they needed, even if they didn't know it.

"Sure," Jack said, reaching out and putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Come on…"

As he led him down the hall Sirius turned to the others.

"We really didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Sam smiled.

"You didn't."

He echoed her smile.

"I could fix your car for you before I leave…"

He waved his hand suggestively.

"I don't think my warranty would cover that, but thanks for the offer."

He didn't know what a warranty was, but since she grinned, he knew it had to be a joke of some sort.

"You'll have to come for a visit soon."

She nodded, pleased at the invitation.

"I'll see when the Colonel and I can get some free time."

He scowled at that, but covered it up quickly as Dumbledore hid a smile behind his beard.

"You do that."

OOOOOOOOOOO

"We just got here…"

"I know. But it's dangerous for you to be here."

"It's dangerous for me everywhere," Harry told him bitterly, throwing the new clothes he'd been given into a bag. "I don't see how this is any different."

"It's different because there aren't any wizards around to protect-"

"I don't need protection, Jack," Harry snapped. "I'm as good at defense against the dark arts as anyone. And better than-"

"Because there aren't any wizards around to protect the innocent bystanders," Jack finished, calmly.

Harry flushed, brought up short. He hadn't even considered other people might get in the way of Voldemort. Certainly the Dark Lord wouldn't hesitate to strike down any of them if they stood in the way of what he wanted.

"I didn't think about that…" He admitted, guiltily.

"That's because you haven't seen the worst humanity has to offer," Jack told him, sitting down on the bed in the guest room. He, of course, had seen it all – and then some – and was more than capable of realizing what people were capable of.

"I've seen a lot…"

Jack nodded.

"That's what Carter and Teal'c tell me. Which is why I was – and always will be – more than happy to have you as company. As long as there is ample planning involved to protect those around us."

Harry looked a bit surprised.

"So you're not mad?"

"That you came?"

"Yeah."

"Of course not. Who else would teach you how to drive? Your uncle? Your aunt?" Jack shook his head. "If you ever need me, you know where to find me, Harry. And if I'm not around, you know I'll be back."

In case he was offworld.

Harry smiled.

"Thanks, Jack."

O'Neill shrugged it off, unwilling – or maybe unable – to allow things to get too sentimental.

"You're welcome. Got all your stuff?"

Harry nodded.

"Then we should get going. Don't want to keep everyone waiting."

"Okay."

OOOOOOOOOO

The adults looked up when they came back down the hall.

"Ready?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah."

Black turned to Jack, extending his hand.

"Tell everyone thanks for me, will you?"

"Sure. Take care of yourself, Sirius. And Harry."

"I will." Sirius turned to Sam and took her hand as well, but he brought it up to his lips and brushed a gentle kiss across the back of it. "I'll see you again soon, pretty lady."

Despite herself, she blushed.

Jack scowled without even realizing he was doing it.

"Goodbye," Sam told Sirius, pulling her hand back. She smiled at Dumbledore. "I hope to see you soon, too."

The old wizard smiled, reaching into his robes and pulling out a pouch full of floo powder. "You will, I'm sure."

He looked over at Jack, his expression suddenly somber. "If anything happens, watch for Fawkes."

With that cryptic comment, he held the pouch out to Harry, who took a handful.

"Bye, Sam."

She smiled.

"Bye, Harry."

He threw his powder into the fireplace, and only moments later was gone. Sirius had already said his goodbyes, so he merely smiled again as he took a handful of powder from Dumbledore's pouch.

"It was fun."

Then he too was gone in an instant.

Dumbledore merely sighed, and shook his head.

"Be well, my friends."

As he vanished, Jack looked over at Sam.

"What was that all about?"

She shook her head.

"I don't know. He seems worried, doesn't he?"

Of course, they didn't know Dumbledore all that well, so for all they knew he always was like that.

Jack was about to reply, but something else popped out, instead.

"And what's going on between you and Sirius?"

She looked startled at the question, and blushed again.

"Nothing."

He didn't look convinced, but before he could say anything else, she gestured to the table where their dinner had been sitting.

"We should eat before it gets cold."

"It's salad, Carter," he reminded her, walking over and sitting down. "It's supposed to be cold."