'Ooooh,' thought Harry. 'One huge serving of Dumbledoresque "Guilt Trip Pudding", coming right up. Niiiice!'
Then she stepped away and re-closed the curtains around the bed, before he heard her walk off. She clearly did not want him asking her any questions. Those were just as clearly being left to SG-1.
When Harry hopped up and checked out the stack of clothing he found he'd been provided with olive green 'combat' pants, a black T-shirt, black boxers, olive upper-calf-length long socks and a pair of black combat boots. It was a 'match' for what Teal'c wore. He quickly dressed and looked around for the doctor, only to find there was only he and the air force sold― airman in the room.
"Ready, Sir?" asked the airman.
"Do you know what happened to my stuff?" he asked, looking around.
"They're checking through it to ensure there's nothing dangerous mixed in with it," the airman replied, before he gestured to the door. The flat way the airman replied told Harry it was a 'rehearsed' response. Obviously, Harry wasn't going to be getting any of his Goa'uld 'technology' back.
The airman escorted Harry down a couple of different vacant corridors before he turned to a door and opened it.
'A busy military establishment like this and we pass no one in the corridors?' he thought. "I don't think that's coincidental.' "Here you are, Sir," the airman genially said, gesturing Harry within.
After Harry entered the airman indicated a door to the right and said, "Bedroom, shower and toilet are in there, Sir." Then added, "You'll find soaps, shampoos, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a couple of towels, that sort of thing. Everything you need. The bed's been made up with spare blankets and pillows available and at hand."
Before Harry could say anything the airman then indicated the coffee table and said, "Magazines, newspapers and a couple of books in case you might get bored. I doubt that'll happen though."
Then he turned back and said, "If you need anything, someone will be right outside the door to see to your needs." Then he walked out, closing the door behind him, without waiting for Harry to say anything. Again, Harry realised that had to be deliberate.
'Right outside my door to see to my needs?' he thought. 'Clearly a guard.'
Then he grinned and thought, 'Won't do them any good, though.'
He looked around and saw the camera in the corner of the room up near the ceiling and chose to ignore it.
"Hang on," he muttered, loud enough for any nearby microphones he expected in the room to pick up. "He said there's a shower in there."
He then hurried through the door to the bedroom and on into the en-suite bathroom.
"Woohoo!" he exclaimed, for the benefit of the microphones and cameras.
Up in the briefing room, Hammond turned off the wide flat screen monitor and turned back to the full table as Jack and Daniel were laughing at Harry's 'Woohoo!' exclamation.
"Well, peoples?" said Hammond. "What do we know?"
"I think I'd go 'Woohoo!', too; if I hadn't had a proper shower in over three years, General," grinned Jack.
The General looked on with amusement for a moment before he quietly replied, "Me too." Then he visibly straightened himself up and asked, "What do we have on our young, apparently, Brit?"
One of those still in Air Force Service Dress Uniform, a major, immediately replied, "Mister Harry James Potter, no indication of whether or not 'Harry' is a diminutive of his first name; male and in fine health; born thirty-first of July 1980, making him nineteen years old; supposedly last known address to be Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, United Kingdom.
"Medical signs show him to have suffered from neglect as a child, with scars and healed broken bones supporting that belief; he is covered in scars under his clothing, with at least two scars from where Jaffa staff weapons have 'clipped' him. Other significant scars include one on his inside right forearm up near the elbow, with a corresponding smaller scar directly on the other, outside, side of the same arm; it appears to have been a major puncture wound of something pointed and likely conical that... punched... right through and between the ulna and radius.
"Alien-wise, his body seems to contain some form of energy similar to that of what remained when Jolinar left Major Carter and is identified by a certain protein marker. If I was to posit a hypothesis, I would initially state that he once hosted a symbiote. However, there are other indicators that contradict that belief." The major then looked to the next, a captain.
The man gave a nod and said, "Of his clothing and what he was apparently carrying when met by SG-1, he had on his left hand and forearm what Major Carter has identified as properly called a kara kesh and what we call a hand device. Apparently, only Goa'uld have them. That it is gold also identifies it as once belonging to a senior System Lord. The other device, another hand device, Major Carter tells us it is a hajar alshifa' healing device. Again, it can only be used by someone who has the Goa'uld protein marker Major Wilkins spoke of.
"The staff weapon is a simple staff weapon, but is running low in naquadah reserves. There's nothing otherwise special about it.
"The same could also be said for the rest of what he was wearing: Jaffa boots and greaves, bracers and under-robes. Clearly, they're scavenged from when he battled the Jaffa and defeated the Goa'uld, Imhotep. The hat has us scratching our heads, though."
"Why?" demanded Hammond.
"While it is clearly battered from many years of long-term use, it also appears to be almost new," replied the Captain. "It's well weathered, but there's no fraying or similar as you'd expect."
"We'll see if we can find an answer for you to that conundrum from our guest," said the general, before he turned to the next officer, a woman. "Captain?"
"Psychologically, he does not seem to display many signs of having been in life and death combat. If anything, he's quite apathetic. Though he seems to be quite open with communicating to SG-1 he's very wary of Teal'c, though not afraid of him. I get the impression he views Teal'c as a possible enemy - from the way he at least once referred to him as 'the Jaffa' - but does not consider him a threat, even when completely unarmed.
"He's also holding back on a lot of information. His outward behaviour and motion shows him to be happy to be back on Earth and grateful to SG-1 for bringing him back. However, it's a carefully constructed... façade. Behind what he says and does, he's carefully weighing whether or not we're a threat to him."
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