The slight emphasis on 'our' wasn't missed. "Our Mister Potter," disagreed Steed. "He is, after all and by your own admission, British. I also remind you, you are on British soil. As such, the search for a missing Brit, on British soil, is the purview of the BSIS."
"How long have we got?" asked Daniel, seeing Jack had already 'lost'.
"None," Jack grumbled. "Get packing; the flight's already being warmed up. We're off the ground inside the hour."
Surprised at the sudden turnabout, the members of SG-1 quickly moved to where their cots were set up behind a curtained-off area and were soon packing.
Harry finally rose shortly before dinnertime and, before anything else, went up to his room to wash his face and hands.
Once that was out of the way he made his way down to the kitchen, dropping into a seat. The other four - Sirius, Luna, Remus and Tonks - shut up what they were talking about as he walked in.
"Feel better?" asked Sirius, once his godson had sat.
"Much," he replied. "That... having to hold and deal with Fiendfyre... was a real bitch."
Tonks said, "It'll be on tomorrow's front page of the Daily Prophet, too, I bet. It was quite an impressive feat, especially considering Dumbledore was the one who cast it in the first place."
"Just a matter of having a stronger will than Old Wrinkle-Nuts," said Harry.
Sirius, drinking a cup of coffee at the time, coughed it up. Remus leaned over and slapped him lightly on the back a few times... 'helping'.
Once his airways were clear again, though he had tears in his eyes, Sirius chuckled. "Old Wrinkle-Nuts, eh? Good one!" "As we were saying to these two, Harry," said Tonks; "Hammer put Dumbledore under house arrest in the Hogwarts infirmary.
"She's also ordered that, if he leaves that infirmary and one of the other denizens of the castle see him do so or know him to have done so, they're to immediately send a Messenger Patronus to her to let her know. Then the old man gets caught and goes into a DMLE holding cell."
"She's really had a gutful of Dumbledore's illegal vigilante group," said Remus. "Her words, not mine.
"According to what she told us, at the next meeting of the Wizengamot she's demanding it be made a proscribed organisation and, anyone caught being a member of it, going to prison. In other words, she agrees with Lord Peverell's opinion stated in yesterday's Daily Prophet." Harry gave a snort and muttered, "Should have been done even back in the last war."
After getting a cup of coffee from Dobby, he said, "Sorry about not being available to teach you more of my way to do magic."
"Don't worry about it, Harry," said Remus.
Sirius added, "You're under orders by a recognised healer not to use, or severely curtail at least, magic until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, right?"
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Then you'll be doing that," nodded Sirius. "That means, no going anywhere until at least after lunch."
While Harry was now an adult and Sirius couldn't really order him to do anything, let alone the fact he was a Lord in his own right, Harry decided to go along and grumble-replied, "Fiiiinnne!" Sirius gave another snort and said, "If I needed any proof you're the real Harry Potter, it was that response. That was puuurrre Harry."
Harry just wryly grinned back for a moment, before he forced his expression back into a scowl.
Sirius just grinned at him, knowing Harry was putting on the expression because he felt like it.
Boarding the flight on the British-owned transport less than an hour later, Jack was the last to board. He was standing with Steed, slightly apart from the aircraft; a 'commercial' business jet, of all things.
"I don't know what you did, Mister Steed, but I do not like it," he said.
Steed just gave a soft smile back and said, "It seems other NATO countries are being read in to your Stargate programme. Our folks will be joining your folks very soon. It has something to do with something in Antarctica." As Jack continued to scowl, Steed added, "Don't worry about Mister Potter. We'll find him and we'll handle the situation."
Jack didn't say a word back. Instead, he gave an annoyed huff, turned and stalked to the boarding ramp at the back of the aircraft. And, without looking back, walked onboard.
The aircraft immediately 'buttoned up' and, just as immediately, began taxiing. It was in the air only ten minutes later.
Steed stayed where he stood until it was a dot in the sky. He knew of, but paid no attention to, the approach of his partner.
Finally, he turned to her, smiled and said, "That's them away."
Hoffstead only nodded back and said, "'Mother' wants a word. He's expecting your call."
"I thought he might," said Steed. Ten minutes later and back in the hanger, Steed was on a secure call to BSIS headquarters.
"Hello Mother," he quietly said, once the call was connected.
"They're gone?" asked 'Mother'.
"Yes," he replied. "The secret of the British 'M' community is, once more, protected."
"Good," said the male voice on the other end of the phone. "They'll be met in Washington by American members of their 'M' community. They'll be... convinced... not to initiate any further concerns about the young hero of that world. Given time, it shall fade from their consciousness."
"Nice and tidy," said Steed. "As things should be."
"As things should be," agreed the voice before the line went dead. Watching as Steed re-cradled the phone, Hoffstead asked, "Where to next, Mister Steed?"
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