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AN: Just to mention in advance, later on in this chapter the offworld activation alarms for the Stargate will go off, but the conversation in the medical wing continues without any reference to it. My reasoning is that, given the uncertain nature of alien diseases, the alarms would never be heard directly in the medical wing in case the shock of the alarms activating causes thepatients to have a heart attack due to their fear having been enhanced by a mental disorder or something like that; requests for medical aid are sent directly to the doctor's office to limit any potential anxiety on the part of the patient. Anyway, enjoy.
Truth and Revelations
"Look, Mitchell," Daniel said, trying to conceal just how much Mitchell's deduction had struck home, "you've made a good guess there, but that's all it is; a guess. I don't feel anything for Sam beyond what I'd feel for anyone who's been my friend as long as she has; we're both friends, and that's all there is to it, on both sides-"
"No offence, Jackson," Mitchell pointed out as he sat up, looking critically at his friend as he spoke, "but if neither of you feel anything for each other beyond friendship, then how come you're the guy she invited to Cassandra Fraisier's graduation a few months back; her college wasn't that far away from Washington, after all? How come you always make sure you're available when she needs somebody to talk to and know when she just needs to be left alone; I've known her for longerthan you, and I still don't get that at times? How come you're the one who went to try and help comfort her after Orlin went whacko and lost all his Ancient knowledge after he Descended? How is it you're the one she told me she'd missed the most when she came back here during that 'Supergate' thing? And- the most important point, I might add- how come you're the only guy she's ever met who she manages to get along with without getting into an argument with him at least once? Daniel, seriously, not only is there definitely something there on your part, but if Sam doesn't at least partly feel the same way, I'll have T. stick a Goa'uld in my stomach this time tomorrow."
Daniel blinked.
Firstly, he couldn't believe that he'd really been that obvious about how he felt about Sam that Mitchell of all people had picked up on it (Meaning no disrespect to Mitchell's intelligence, of course; the only reason Daniel was surprised was that, of all of them, he'd had the least opportunity to see Sam and Daniel interact on a daily basis).
Secondly, there was actually any kind of 'evidence' that Sam could feel the same way about him as he felt about her?
Maybe he might actually…
No, Daniel told himself, stopping that train of thought before it could go any further.
Mitchell's 'evidence' for Sam feeling the same way about him might sound good in theory, but he'd never seen the way that Sam looked at Jack back when all four of them had been on SG-1; he was only basing his theory on what he'd seen when Sam was restricted to him for comfort now that Jack had moved up to Washington after being appointed head of Homeworld Security. If Jack O'Neill had spent any significant length of time at the base since Mitchell had joined SG-1, Daniel had no real doubts that the lieutenant-colonel would have a totally different theory to what he had at the moment…
"Ugh…" a voice groaned from off to the side, giving Daniel a much-welcomed opportunity to turn his attention away from an increasingly uncomfortable conversation.
"Hermione?" he asked, sitting up slightly in his bed- trying to restrain the slight wince as his Cruciatus-inspired headache kicked in once again- to look over at one of his oldest living friends, where she currently lay on the opposite side of him from where Mitchell was currently resting. "How are you doing?"
"Lousy…" Hermione replied weakly, turning her head to smile slightly at Daniel. "Malfoy used… the same thing that Dolohov did… didn't he?"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Daniel chuckled slightly at the memory.
"Exactly the same thing, despite being able to speak," he informed her, grateful beyond words for this opportunity not to deal with Mitchell's questions at the moment; he'd probably have to get back to them later, he knew, but for the moment he was just enjoying the opportunity to talk to an old friend about an old pain in the neck. "It looks like he hasn't changed that much, at least; even after twenty years, he still doesn't seem to have the killer instinct."
"Mmm…" Hermione replied, smiling slightly herself before her eyes fell on the bottles beside her bed, a slightly sour expression instantly crossing her face as she took in the sight before her.
"Madam Pomfrey said you'd know what to take," Daniel explained, another slight smile crossing his face as he noticed Hermione's distasteful reaction; even after two decades, she evidently still hated having to take medicines. "Sorry."
"Nobody's fault… except Malfoy's, of course," Hermione said as casually as possible as she sat up in bed, picked up one of the bottles, and began to drink it.
"So, Hermione," Mitchell's voice suddenly broke in from off to the side, "any chance you could back me up on my theory about Daniel being in love with Sam?"
If Hermione had been anyone else, Daniel was sure she would have spat out the potion in shock; as it was, she only just managed to swallow the before her jaw dropped from shock at Mitchell's last statement, her eyes wide as she turned to look at her new and old friends.
Even as Daniel, Mitchell and Hermione were regaining consciousness in the medical wing, General Landry was currently sitting in his office with Fred and George Weasley on either side of him, patiently waiting for the IOA representative who had only recently been dispatched in response to General Landry's recent report. The Weasley twins had already prepared a small 'taster kit' of the more interesting items from their joke business, and Landry was reasonably confident from their descriptions of the items in question that it would prove enough to win over the IOA representative to see the merits of allowing the wizards to continue using the Stargate for the duration of this crisis.
So long as he avoided making any specific promises regarding the wizards' remaining behind after this particular crisis was over- he wasn't going to force them into anything, no matter what the IOA tried to make him do-, this should work out well enough.
Finally, just as Fred was turning to look at him in a clearly inquiring manner, the door opened and the suited form of Richard Woolsey stepped into the office, looking critically at General Landry and the red-headed twins on either side of him.
"General Landry," Woolsey said briefly, nodding at the man behind the desk before his attention turned to the new arrivals on either side of him. "And these would be these… wizards… that Doctor Jackson has insisted you grant access to?"
"If you've read the report I sent, you'll know that we didn't have a great deal of choice in the matter," Landry replied, leaning forward slightly as he looked at Woolsey. "The Stargate had already been accessed by some of Doctor Jackson's old enemies from his school days; if we were going to have any chance of eliminating these wizards before they made contact with the Priors in this galaxy and became an even greater threat, it was felt that expert assistance in dealing with this kind of situation would be required. Doctor Jackson supplied us with information about how to make contact with these individuals, he and SG-1 brought them here and briefed them on the situation, and they agreed to help us."
"I see," Woolsey said, his tone neutral as he looked inquiringly at the two redheads on either side of Landry. "And might I ask what your names are?"
"Fred Weasley," Fred replied, stepping forward to shake Woolsey's hand.
"And I'm George," George added, smiling casually at the man as he repeated his brother's actions.
"Or is it the other way around?" Fred added, smirking teasingly at the IOA representative. "We can never be sure; it all gets so confusing after a while, really."
"Indeed," Woolsey said dryly, before he turned back to look at Landry. "And you believe that these… people… are actual wizards? It appears to be a significant stretch from what I have observed of them…"
"Oh, come on, aren't you even going to give us a chance?" Fred asked, smiling slightly at Woolsey as he reached into his pocket and pulled out, of all things, a cream cake, which he subsequently handed to the man before him. "Look, why don't you just sit down, have a bit of cake, and we can talk about this in more detail, mmm?"
Frowning for a moment, Woolsey sighed, took the cake, and bit into it, instantly turning into what looked like an oversized canary.
Landry blinked.
"What?" he said, staring incredulously at the large yellow bird now standing on his desk before he turned to look at the twins. "What was that for?"
"Well, we talked with Colonel Carter a bit before she left, and she recommended that, if we really wanted to convince this guy that we were wizards rather than just some loonies who think we're wizards and actually just use holograms or something like that, our best bet was to give him something that would transform him himself into something else," George clarified, mere seconds before the canary's feathers moulted and Woolsey was once again sitting in the seat before them, looking in an outraged manner at the twins.
"What was that all about?" he yelled, staring incredulously at the twins; Landry had never seen Woolsey express so much emotion before.
"Making a point, Mr Woolsey," Fred replied casually, his arms folded as he spoke, the grin on his face the only sign that he'd enjoyed what had just taken place as much as Landry had. "If my brother and I had tried out the product ourselves, you might have believed that we'd simply used holograms or something like that; this way, we guarantee that you have no other possible explanation for what happened to you other than that you actually did turn into a canary for a few seconds."
For a moment, Woolsey simply stared incredulously at the man before him, as though he couldn't believe anybody at the SGC would be so nonchalant about turning an IOA representative into a canary of all things, but after that moment had passed he seemed to get himself under control, sitting calmly down in the seat as he looked critically at the twins.
"All right," he said simply, raising his hands to clasp them thoughtfully as he stared at the two wizards. "I acknowledge that… you may have some skills that we haven't encountered before."
With that said, his eyes narrowed as he looked critically at the two of them once again. "However, if that is the extent of your abilities, I fail to see what merit you can bring to the Stargate Program on a long-term basis; the ability to turn people into canaries by making them eat a cake, while somewhat… amusing, has little benefit in a combat situation-"
Not even saying a word, George whipped out his wand, pointed it at Woolsey, and the government agent suddenly found himself hovering in mid-air, at least three feet off his seat, with George doing nothing more than pointing his wand at him.
"How about this?" George asked, tilting his head inquiringly to one side as he looked at the man before him. "Combat-wise, we can also disarm, stun, and immobilise our opponents with some of our more basic spells- there's a whole heap of other options we could use as well if we wanted to-, but you don't have a weapon I can use to demonstrate the first and I'm not entirely sure how to get you back to normal if I use the other two, so I figured that this one was the best one to demonstrate right now."
"P-p-put me down!" Woolsey yelled, looking indignantly at the joke shop owner standing nonchalantly before him.
"As you wish," George said, lowering Woolsey easily down into his seat- he saw no need to unnecessary antagonise the man, after all-, before he slid his wand back into his pocket and smiled casually at the IOA official. "So, with that little demonstration in mind, how do you feel about letting us stick around for a bit longer, mmm?"
"Harry's WHAT?" Hermione yelled, looking over incredulously at Mitchell.
"He's in love with Sam," Mitchell repeated, smiling slightly at his team's archaeologist before he looked back at Hermione. "Had a few theories about it before now, of course, but this was pretty much the first time I had anything that couldn't be seen as just him seeing her as a good friend; he was yelling about not letting that Malfoy guy take the people he loved away from him while he was beating the berk into a bloody pulp, and, judging by his tone, I'm pretty sure he wasn't referring to a friend style of love, if you get my meaning?"
"Uh… that's what you're basing this theory on?" Hermione asked, looking sceptically at Mitchell. "Colonel, as much as I respect that you know Daniel better, I knew Harry when he was growing up, and-"
"Firstly, they're still the same guy, Miss Granger; just going by different names at different points in their lives," Mitchell interjected, looking over at Hermione with a slight smile. "Secondly, I know it's a flimsy theory, but when you add in some of the stuff I've seen over the months I've been there- them always being there for each other, the fact that they always seem to know precisely when the over guy wants somebody to talk to and when they don't-, there's really a surprising amount of evidence in favour of it."
Then a thought seemed to occur to him, causing a slightly anxious expression to cross his face as he looked back at Sam. "Uh… just to make sure, did Jackson ever show an interest in any blondes while he was at school?"
Hermione blinked at the sudden change of subject.
"You mean… did he date a blonde at Hogwarts?" she replied, clearly convinced by the seemingly pointless question. "Well… no, he didn't; he had a brief relationship with a Chinese brunette, but apart from that the only girl he dated back then was Ginny Weasley, and she had red hair…"
"Thanks," Mitchell said, nodding briefly at Hermione before he looked back at Daniel. "So, since a blonde at Hogwarts has been ruled out, and the only serious relationship you've had since then to my knowledge that involved a blonde was that Sarah Gardner- and no offence meant, but from what I've read I don't think you guys were all that serious-, who else are you meant to think that Sam was when you were talking about how much you loved her and couldn't lose her after taking that curse to the head?"
Daniel's eyes widened in shock.
"You heard that?" he yelled, looking at SG-1's current leader in shock.
"I rest my case," Mitchell said simply, leaning back casually in his bed with a satisfied smile on his face. "You knew it was Sam you were talking to when you were half-delirious from getting that screwy curse placed on you, and you talked about her as though you were both already seriously involved."
"Oh my God…" Hermione whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at Daniel, a broad smile spreading over her face. "You fell in love again? Harry, that's-"
"Terrible," Daniel interrupted, lowering his head as he spoke.
Hermione blinked.
"Excuse me?" she said, looking in confusion at her old friend. "Harry, what do you mean it's terrible that you fell in love with somebody again? If it's about Ginny, I hardly think she'd want you to be miserable your whole life-"
"Hermione," Daniel sighed, turning his head slightly as he looked at her, "as much as I appreciate your support in this matter, it's all academic; Mitchell's wrong about Sam feeling the same way about me."
"Excuse me?" Mitchell said, looking at Daniel with a slight smile on his face. "No offence, Jackson, but if she treats you that way and she's not in love with you, who is she in love with?"
"Who else?" Daniel replied, a slightly sullen tone in his voice as he stared back at his friend. "Jack."
"'Jack' being…?" Hermione asked, waving a hand promptingly before recollection struck her. "Oh, wait a minute; you mentioned him earlier… he was the original leader of your team, right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Daniel replied briefly, briefly allowing the pain he felt at that particular recollection to show on his face before he brought his emotions under control once again. "And… well, he and Sam have been in love since pretty much the moment they started working together on SG-1; I somehow doubt that Sam could just… suddenly start feeling that way about me after all this time."
"And what makes you so sure of that?" Hermione countered, looking resolutely at him. "I mean, I talked for a while with Sam and Teal'c while we were trying to determine the effects that magical means of defence had when used against Goa'uld technology, and from what I gathered when we were talking about your old teammates, General O'Neill's been up in Washington for a good few months now, and Sam really didn't seem to be that bothered about it. I admit that I've been out of the dating game for a while now, but I think if the two of them were actually seriously interested a little thing like that wouldn't stop them getting together-"
"It doesn't matter," Daniel said listlessly, lying back in bed and staring up at the ceiling, dejection clear on his face. "Even if Jack isn't actually here, he's still… he's still here, if you know what I mean? It's like… well, Hermione, you know how, after Ron died, we still sometimes felt like he was there when we were travelling?"
"Yes…" Hermione replied, uncertainty clear as she looked sceptically at her friend.
"Well, it's like that," the archaeologist said simply. "Just because Jack isn't here at the moment in person doesn't mean he isn't here where it counts. You don't know what it's like when Jack is here, Mitchell; the way Sam looks at him, the way she acts around him…"
He sighed sadly, sitting up in bed and leaning forward to hold one hand against his forehead as he stared dejectedly down at the bedsheets. "Everything about her when he's here just makes it clear that she feels things for him that…"
He paused for a moment, his voice seeming to break as he spoke the last part of the sentence. "That she'll never feel for me."
Hermione almost felt like crying as she took in the utter desolation in her friend's voice.
Why was it that, whether he was Daniel Jackson or Harry Potter, her friend could never get lucky with women? Cho had been an emotional mess, Ginny and this 'Sha're' woman he'd mentioned at the airport had died on him, and now here he was, in love with a woman who was apparently in love with somebody else.
Then again… if this 'Jack' person was all the way over in Washington…
"Look, Harry," Hermione continued after a moment's reflection, looking resolutely at her friend as she spoke. "I get that you don't want to get in between Jack and Sam if you think they should be together, but I just need you to ask yourself one crucial thing; can they really belong together?"
Daniel sighed.
"Look, how I feel about their relationship isn't the issue here, Sam; I'm not going to just take away Jack's chance because I fell for the woman who's been in love with him for the last few years," he said simply. "I don't deserve to do that to him-"
"Jackson, as much as I respect you for thinking about your friend, I think I know General O'Neill well enough from our meetings to be pretty sure he wouldn't really blame you for falling for Sam," Mitchell interjected. "I mean, he's had his chance and he didn't take it, so I think- once he gets past any initial issues he might have with it-, he'd respect the fact that Sam picked you in the end-"
"I can't do that to him," Daniel insisted, looking like he wanted nothing more than to be able to get away from this conversation but equally aware that he'd have to deal with it later if he didn't have it now. "After everything we've been through together, I just… I don't want to hurt him."
"Why not?" Hermione asked, staring in ever-increasing confusion at her old friend. "Why are his feelings about this so important to you, Harry? I mean, I get that you're close to him, but-"
"'Close' doesn't quite do it justice, Hermione," Daniel countered, turning to look at the current Minister of Magic with a slightly frustrated look in his eyes, as though he couldn't believe she was still persisting in this after everything he'd tried to say to her. "Jack… well, he's Sirius."
"Well," Woolsey said after a moment's uncertain silence, during which Fred and George looked at him inquiringly while Landry tried his best not to smile at the flustered expression on the other man's face, "while I appreciate that you possess some… interesting… abilities, I am uncertain about exactly how useful they will be to us in combat with an alien enemy."
"Uh, did you miss the part where I had you hovering a few feet in the air?" George pointed out, looking inquiringly at Woolsey. "I'd hardly call that something that wouldn't be useful in a fight-"
"A fact of which I am well aware, given that the Priors of the Ori have used that ability against us to great extent," Woolsey retorted, his hands clasped as he leaned forward to stare critically at the two wizards. "Are you even aware of what you would be facing if you travelled through the Stargate? Do you have the first idea what you could be capable of doing against the Priors that we are not able to do at the present moment? Have you even been made aware of what the stakes are should the Priors succeed in their mission to convert this galaxy to their way of life?"
"Uh… you mean how they draw power from being worshipped, right?" Fred asked, looking inquiringly at Woolsey as he leaned forward slightly to better stare the man in the eye. "Yeah, we got filled in on all that by Harry and the others while we were coming in here; we've got the essential details about what's at stake sorted out easily enough."
"As for the 'what we can do against them' bit," George continued, leaning forward to smile slightly at Woolsey as he continued to talk, "well, look at it this way; you've said yourself that your current methods haven't worked against them so far, so it's kind of unlikely that we could manage to do a worse job than what you've done so far. Try something new… who knows?"
He shrugged casually. "Maybe you'll get lucky. It can't hurt, and it could very definitely help; can you honestly look me in the eye and say that you guys wouldn't appreciate any assistance we can offer?"
For a moment, Woolsey stared silently at the woman before him, evidently lost in his thoughts, before he finally nodded.
"A good argument, Mr Weasley," he said, a solemn expression on his face as he looked at the two men before him. "I shall, at the very least, consider it, I assure you."
Just then, before anyone in the room could think of something else to say, the alarms sounded that indicated an incoming traveller via the Stargate, prompting all of the room's current inhabitants to get to their feet and depart the office.
Whatever had just taken place on the planet, all of them, regardless of their feelings or their personal stake in the matter, wanted to know the situation as soon as possible.
For a moment the medical room was silent- Mitchell from confusion, Daniel from frustration and Hermione from shock- before Hermione broke it.
"Wait a minute; Sirius survived going through that Veil thing and ended up all the way over here?" she yelled, looking like she would have leapt to her feet and started marching around in frustration if she'd been in better health. "What the hell did he do that for; didn't he know how much you'd miss him? Did he even try to make contact with us? Did he even care-?"
Despite the seriousness of the current situation, Daniel couldn't stop himself from smiling slightly at Hermione's outburst.
"Sorry; I don't think I phrased that quite right," he said, smiling slightly apologetically at Hermione before his expression became more serious once again. "Jack's not actually Sirius, Hermione; it's just, that…"
He sighed slightly as he lowered his head, clearly trying to make sure he phrased what he was about to say correctly this time around, before he looked back at her. "… he might as well be."
For a brief moment, Hermione simply sat in silence as she reflected on what Daniel had just said to her, before she finally spoke once again.
"You mean… he's not actually Sirius, but he fills a similar role in your life to the role that Sirius played when he was alive?" she said, looking slightly uncertainly at the former 'Boy'-Who Lived as he sat in the bed beside her. "Like… older-brother-verging-on-father-figure status?"
"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but any chance of a cast list for those of us who came in late?" Mitchell asked, raising a hand as he lay in his bed.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Daniel said, looking sheepishly over at his friend. "Sirius Black was my dad's best friend at school and my godfather; he was framed for having betrayed my parents to Voldemort and spent twelve years in prison, but he later managed to escape and helped me out on a few occasions before he..."
He swallowed slightly as he spoke- even after so long, the memories of that time weren't something he liked to think about- before he continued to speak. "Anyway, the point is, Jack... well, he's almost the new Sirius, really. As Hermione said, he's almost a combination of older brother and nearly-father-figure, and..."
Sighing in a slightly dejected manner, he lay back in his bed once again, a sad, quiet tone in his voice as he spoke. "Anyway… he's lost so much already; I can't take anything else away from him-"
"And who's to say he even wants it any more?" Hermione countered; she couldn't believe how stubborn Harry could be at times. "I mean, you said yourself that Jack's moved up to Washington and he still hasn't actually done anything about his relationship with her; I hardly think that you could legitimately call it 'taking' when he's not even actually dating her."
"Look, worst-case scenario, you ask her out and she says she's seeing him; you can just back out of it and claim that you only meant in a 'friend' way rather than a 'date' way, right?" Mitchell added, looking encouragingly at the team's archaeologist. "C'mon, Jackson, what happened to the guy who tried to tell an Ancient she needed to get off her ass and do something about the situation?"
Despite his dejected mood, Daniel couldn't stop himself from smiling slightly as he listened to Mitchell's praise of his attempt to convince Oma to take action against Anubis the last time he'd Ascended, only for the grin to fade as he took in what Mitchell was asking him to do.
"It's not the same, Mitchell," he said, wishing his new commanding officer would understand the point he was trying to make. "I… I've got so much more to lose on a personal level if I try what you're suggesting and it doesn't work out. Jack would hate me, Sam would just be uncomfortable around me at best…"
He shook his head somewhat sadly. "I… I can't risk it… I just can't…"
Hermione had just opened her mouth to try another tactic to convince Daniel to take a chance when the main door opened and the rest of SG-1 came through, followed closely by the assorted wizards and the sole remaining active witch who had responded to Daniel's request for help. Despite her desire to help her old friend see sense and at least take a chance at getting what he wanted, Hermione instantly shut her mouth as she saw the subject of their current discussion enter the room; she somehow doubted that Harry would appreciate them continuing to talk about this topic under the current conditions.
"Good, you're awake," Lupin said, smiling slightly at the three figures in the surrounding bed as they sat up slightly to look at the new arrivals. "Everyone's well, I trust?"
"Oh, about as well as you'd expect, given that I need to take these things again," Hermione groaned, jerking her thumb at the mass of potions bottles beside her bed before her face assumed its usual inquisitive appearance. "So, how did this mission go? Any luck?"
"Well… yes and no, to put it simply," Sam said, shaking her head apologetically as she and the others sat down around the group (Hermione and Mitchell both noted with no small degree of satisfaction that Sam deliberately sat on the end of Daniel's bed when there were more than enough chairs for her to have sat somewhere else more comfortably). "We managed to capture or kill most of the Death Eaters there, along with a few of Hestia's Jaffa- they seem to be some of the more fanatical examples of their kind that we've encountered, really; she was already fairly isolated even before the System Lords fell, and her alliance with Voldemort seems to have totally convinced them that she's a god-, but none of them knew anything about how Voldemort came back."
"Do we have anything on where he went next?" Mitchell asked curiously.
"Not so much as a couple of chevrons," Tonks said apologetically. "I tried legilimency on a couple of them; either they're accomplished occlumens or they weren't in a position to see where Voldemort went to next."
"Ah," Mitchell said, sighing slightly as he sank back down into the bed. "Well, so much for that hope…"
"Just out of curiosity, who'd we get this time around anyway?" Fred asked, looking inquiringly over at Lupin.
"Well, we do have… Wormtail in custody," Lupin replied, looking uncertainly up at Daniel. To his relief, however, the archaeologist didn't seem that concerned about it; he simply nodded briefly at Lupin and continued to sit silently in bed, evidently wondering if there was anything more he should be aware of. "Oh… and Teal'c killed Severus."
Daniel blinked.
"You killed Snape?" he asked, looking over inquiringly at Teal'c.
"He showed disrespect to you for over six years because he was unable to forgive something that occurred before you were born, Daniel Jackson," Teal'c replied in his usual direct manner. "I gave him an opportunity to apologise for his actions, and he did not take it; I thus dealt with him accordingly."
For a moment, Daniel simply sat in silence at that statement, before he finally looked back at Teal'c with a slight smile on his face.
"Thanks," he said simply. "I'm… well, I'm glad that's over."
Then his expression became significantly less relaxed as he continued to stare at the Jaffa. "And on the topic of things being over, I'll need your help if we're going to find out anything more."
"Huh?" Hermione said, looking in confusion at the sudden resolved expression on Daniel's face.
"I need Teal'c's help if I'm going to successfully kel'no'reem," Daniel replied simply as he looked over at his old friend. "It's a Jaffa meditation method; I used it once when I needed to access some memories I'd lost after an… accident; it's a long story that isn't relevant now."
Shaking his head, he turned back to look resolutely at Teal'c. "What is important is that, right now, I think I might be able to find out how Voldemort came back by using kel'no'reem to tap into my old link with him and access his memories."