CH27

One example was, Jack said, "So, back on C1S-204 you said―"

"C1 what?" Harry interrupted. "C1S-204," replied Sam. "We give systems designations. It just makes things easier."

"As I was saying," said Jack. "Back on... the planet... You said something about how you had just finished exams when you got hit with that light, right before you ended up on C1... the planet?"

"Yup," nodded Harry.

"Looking at you," he said, "And that you said you'd been there since June 1996, that would have been your... middle school final exams?"

Harry shook his head and replied. "British schools only have two levels of mandatory education; Primary and High; six years in Primary and six in High. I was not that far off my sixteenth birthday when... whatever happened, happened."

"Oh?" said Jack, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "So, when's your birthday? Have we just missed it, or is it coming up?" "Missed," smiled Harry. "I was born on the thirty-first of July, 1980."

"It's funny how you Brits put the date before the month," said Daniel, immediately distracting him; or, at least trying to.

Turning to him, Harry said, "Actually, we think the opposite. Think about it; the way we do it is in the correct order - day, date, month, year. I never could figure out why you Americans do it the other way around."

That had the three non-Jaffa all grin.

Daniel added, "They do it the other way around in the military, too."

Harry noticed Jack frown just slightly at the younger man, which confirmed for him that the change of clothes into 'civilian' was deliberate. They were trying to get his mind off the fact they were military. Already, they'd got his name, including his middle name now, his date of birth, his true age and his country of residence. Behind his Occlumency shields he was highly amused.

"So," he said. "Once your healer... doctor... learns I'm not carrying any contagious alien parasite, disease or other illness... when can I get out of here?"

"We'elll... we need to properly debrief you, first," replied Jack. "Then we need to go through all this paperwork... You have been missing for over three years, after all. People are going to be thinking you're dead."

'You got that right,' thought Harry. 'And I happen to like that idea.'

"Then we need to be careful about how you are returned to the 'real' world..."

"For a start," said Sam, smoothly cutting in. "I'm sure your family miss you." As if suddenly realising something, she asked, "Actually, can you tell us who your parents are? We'll see what we can do to let them know, right away, that you're safe."

Harry gave scoffing snort and said, "My parents are dead. They were killed soon after my first birthday."

That shut everyone up. Daniel even gave a wince before he quietly said, "I can relate. I lost both my parents when I was eight."

"Sorry," Sam quietly said by way of apology to Harry, she'd lost her mother to a car accident when she was twelve. Then she perked up a little and said, "What about who raised you? Surely, they'd want to know you were safe."

Harry gave a self-deprecating chuckle and said, "Actually, they'd probably be disappointed. They never wanted me. I was thrust on them and they believed they had no choice, but to raise me. To them, I was nothing but a non-paid indentured servant; good enough only for keeping their house clean, cooking, doing the laundry, etcetera."

Again, that shut them up. His 'interrogators' were caught flat-footed with that one.

Sam was the first to rally and ask, "Still... they were your guardians at the time you disappeared, yes?"

Harry thought about it and what it would mean for him to give these people that information. 'Oh, yes. They deserve it.'

"Well," he began. "I'm an adult now, right? At least, I'm an adult in Britain. I don't know when you decide when someone reaches adulthood here."

"Eighteen, in most States" said Daniel. "Twenty-one in others." "Still..." pressed Sam. "We need to look through your missing persons report... there'd have been one filed―"

"I doubt it," said Harry. "If anything, I'm sure my relatives would have had a party when they were told I'd gone missing."

"Someone would have still filed one," said Jack.

Harry sighed and pretended to give up. "Fiiiinnnneee..." he sulked. "They were Vernon and Petunia Dursley."

"Address?" pressed Jack.

With another sigh, this time one of faux-annoyance, Harry replied, "Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey... England... United Kingdom, Earth, Sol System, the Milky Way―"

Jack burst into laughter, shutting Harry up. "I think it appropriate, adding the rest, given where I've just been," grinned Harry.

"Well, you didn't actually leave the Milky Way Galaxy..." said Sam, also amused and smiling. "So, I think we can drop that last one off; yes?"

Harry just shrugged with a smile.

The soft interrogation went on for a couple hours and only stopped when Doctor Frasier, Janet, walked in and ordered the SG-1 team out. She was also carrying a 'perfectly', military-style folded set of clothes with a pair of boots on top.

However, Harry had already figured out that the security camera in the corner of the room, currently focused on him, was being carefully monitored and must have seen a sign from, likely, Jack that they were done. When he thought back on it using his Occlumency-enhanced near-perfect memory, she had walked in less than a minute after Jack had donned his baseball-cap - which, until then, remained stuffed under the epaulette on his jacket. Again, Harry was amused.

"Alright, Mister Potter," said Janet, dropping the folded pile of clothes on the foot of his bed with the boots on top. "Your blood work shows no immediate sign of any disease or anything like that; so, you can hop up and get dressed.

"Once you've done that, this young man here," she gestured to where a clearly Air Force soldier had stepped in after she did, "Will show you to one of the sets of suites we have for visiting dignitaries.

"I'm afraid I still need to do a few tests, yet, to see if you're contagious with anything. So, I need to hold onto you for a while. We can't have you leaving here with a disease that might infect the entire population of Earth, can we?"

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