Explaining to General Hammond that they were unable to find the Colonel was far from the easiest task SG-1 had ever had, but they'd managed to pull it off without the general losing his temper. Actually, they were quite surprised at the calm response the general had given them when they reported in. The Texan had simply nodded in acceptance as he waved them out of his office once they'd finished their explanation.

Daniel had retreated to his office, doing his best to act as though it didn't bother him that Jack was still missing. He was halfway through a translation one of the other SG teams had brought back from their latest mission, when the unicorn's words came to him once again. Desperately he wondered what his friend was doing, and hoped that he was safe wherever he was.

Sighing heavily, Daniel set the translation aside, knowing he wasn't going to get any further with it that day, and he quietly left the office, going topside for some air. He knew all he needed to do was be patient, but at the moment that seemed the most difficult thing in the world for him to do.

> > > >

Nearly a month had passed since that night at the Crouch home. Jack had almost allowed those memories to stay buried in his mind, but unfortunately he wasn't able to do that. It sickened him to think that a son could do such a thing to his own father, but deep down a part of him understood the younger man's hatred. He'd been kept locked up in his own home for years, and now Barty Crouch Jr. was getting his revenge.

Putting his father under the Imperius Curse had worked wonders for the Dark Lord's plan. Not only had they succeeded in infiltrating the school, but they were hours away from making certain that Harry Potter was also to be involved in the Triwizard Tournament. Jack had done all he was asked, but it was tearing him apart to watch the horrors unfold around him.

He curled up on the bed he'd taken to sleeping in when he was on watch at the Crouch home. Closing his eyes he silently hoped that his nightmares would not return, but as he drifted into slumber he was accosted once more by the dark images that had been haunting him for weeks. He could see pain and death in the future, for all those around him as well as those he cared most for.

As the images flitted through his mind he gave into them, allowing them to possess him and control him as his body curled tighter into bed sheets. He knew when he woke in the morning, the Dark Lord's plan would be in full swing, and his nephew and all those he cared for would once again be in grave danger.

> > > >

Harry was stunned to find his name had been pulled from the goblet. Entering the Triwizard Tournament wasn't quite what he'd wanted, but since there was no turning back he decided to make the best of the situation. Ron and Hermione had been trying to figure out how he'd managed to get his name into the goblet in the first place, but seeing as how he had no idea how it had happened, he couldn't very well give them an answer.

As he made his way out of the Great Hall and down the corridor back to Common Room, he began to wonder just what was going to be in store for him in this tournament. If he was completely honest with himself, the mere thought of it was actually rather frightening. He was the youngest competitor in the tournament, and many of what he was to be tested on would be things he had not yet learned.

Grinding his fists together he wished that he knew how his name had been placed in the ruddy goblet in the first place. Everyone around him seemed content to congratulate him and pester him about how he'd gotten him name in the goblet in the first place, but he had no answer for them. He didn't even have an answer for himself.

> > > >

He'd been summoned to his master in the wee hours of the morning. The sun was just rising in the distance as he stared out the window of the old house. A hissing sound got his attention, looking down he saw Nagini slithering towards him. He followed her out of the room and into another where a chair was positioned in front of the fireplace. A black-hooded figure was seated there, and Peter Pettigrew was beside him with his usual pathetic expression on his face.

"You've served me well, Jack." Voldemort's voice was coarse rough sounding as Wormtail turned his chair around. "For that I will reward you handsomely when I am returned to my full strength."

Bowing his head Jack nodded. "Thank you, Master."

"I have one more task for you." He looked up eagerly awaiting Voldemort's order. "I wish to know what your Sight has foretold thus far."

Taking a deep breath Jack brought his hand up to his chin. He ran his fingers over the layer of stubble that was threatening to turn into a full beard, calming himself so that he could do as his Master requested.

"I have seen many things."

"Of that I have no doubt."

For a moment Jack looked over at Peter, then back at Voldemort. The older wizard seemed to understand what Jack wanted and quickly motioned for the fat wizard to leave them alone. With an indignant look Peter did as he was told, closing the door to the room as he exited.

"I still don't understand why you keep him with us, Master." Jack shook his head in disgust as the door clicked closed.

"Wormtail still has his uses, Jack."

Snorting Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Surely that isn't the case anymore. Potter saved his life, that in and of itself makes him a liability."

Voldemort coughed and laughed at the same time, causing Jack to raise a questioning eyebrow. "You have a point, but I feel he may be of more use than you realize. Unless of course your Sight has shown you something to the contrary?"

"No Master, I haven't seen anything to suggest that he isn't loyal to you. I guess I just don't really like him."

Again Voldemort laughed. "I cannot hold this against you, but until I say otherwise we will trust him."

"Yes Master."

"Now tell me of your visions."

Jack nervously fidgeted and fumbled with his hands as he continued to kneel in front of Voldemort. Nagini, who had been sitting quietly beside her Master, slowly inched her way towards Jack, hissing then turned her head in the direction of the nearby chair. Taking the hint Jack stood, reaching for the chair, and took as seat in it before he began to speak.

> > > >

Teal'c woke with a start, sweat pouring down his face as he sat upright in his bed. Though he did not need to sleep as his Tau'ri friends did, he occasionally did so. This night had been most alarming for the Jaffa. He had dreamt of horrible things, and the images had disturbed him so much that he now felt the need to kel'no reem in order to erase them from his mind.

Gently, he slipped from his bed, taking his place in the center of the candle-filled shrine he had put up in the center of the room. One by one he lit the candles then closed his eyes to allow himself to reach the deep meditative state. He tried for hours but could not achieve the state he desired. Frustrated he got to his feet, retreating from his quarters once he'd put out all the candles.

The Jaffa warrior roamed the halls of the SGC. Many of the base personnel were so frightened by the expression on Teal'c's face that they got out of his way in a hurry. He didn't stop until he reached Daniel's office. The archeologist was sitting at his desk with his face buried in a book, his glasses sitting precariously on the tip of his nose.

"DanielJackson, I must speak with you." Teal'c's voiced boomed across the room, startling Daniel, causing him to drop the book in his hands and his glasses went tumbling onto the desktop.

"Um...okay…what's on your mind?" Daniel managed to fumble out the words as he hastily retrieved his glasses, putting them back on.

"I am unable to kel'no reem."

Running his fingers through his hair, the archeologist raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why not?"

"Of that I am not certain. I was sleeping when I had a…I believe the Tau'ri word is 'nightmare.' I tried to mediate to purge myself of the images from the dream, but have been unsuccessful in my attempts."

The expression on Teal'c's face was different than Daniel had ever seen it. The Jaffa seemed almost frightened at the prospect of not being able to meditate.

"Well, what did you dream about?"

Teal'c was quiet for a moment as he took a seat in the chair across from Daniel. "My dream was about O'Neill."

Daniel was definitely intrigued and he began to probe a little deeper. "What exactly happened in the dream?"

"I along with the rest of SG-1 were in a cemetery. Several of O'Neill's wizardkind were with us, but they were seeking to destroy a young boy. O'Neill's nephew, Harry Potter stepped in and tried to help, but another wizard prevented him from doing so. You, MajorCarter and I were being held by O'Neill and few other wizards."

"Wait!" Daniel put his hand up to stop Teal'c. "We were being held by Jack?"

"Yes. It was most disturbing. O'Neill was ordered by another wizard, to kill the three of us and he did so without hesitation."

Shaking his head Daniel tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk. "That makes no sense, Teal'c. I'm sure it was just a crazy dream."

"That is what I believed at first, but if that were the case I would have already been able to meditate to remove the dream from my mind. I cannot do so, therefore I believe something is wrong."

"What exactly do you think is wrong?"

Teal'c shook his head. "I do not know, but I wish to find out."

tbc...