Nobody Said it Would be Easy

Disclaimer: See Prologue
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 3

Harry could feel five pair of eyes on him, each both confused as to what they saw and angry over Harry’s oblivious lies of who he really was. It was clear that unless he was willing to perform a memory charm on all of them that he was going to have to come clean and tell the truth or lie threw his teeth.

He hadn’t really expected to tell his life story so soon. He had figured, maybe sometime in the future when he had found somebody to love, that he would have to have the talk. You know, the ‘I’m a wizard and no you’re not bloody crazy’ talk after someone had seen just a little too much. Now, he was not only going to have to have the talk with Jack, someone he had a chance in loving and loving him, but with four other people that he had just met that night.

He was annoyed with himself for not realizing there were more people in the house. The wards would need to be reset to make the adjustments to them; he didn’t want any more surprises like tonight. Maybe he should add something to indicate whether the intruder was magical or muggle. He hadn’t thought of that… it showed how much he had been ingrained in the wizarding world when he didn’t even think to add in that distinction.

“You want to explain to me what just happened?” Jack barked as he stood just a foot from Harry, his face drawn into a tight scowl. Harry was drawn from his thoughts, fidgeting slightly under the intense stare.

“Well, what exactly did you see?” Harry asked evasively, his wand hand twitchingly slightly. He was tempted to cast an obliviate on them, but Harry really didn’t want to do that. Jack was important to him and his friends were good people, they didn’t deserve to be lied to and have their memories erased.

“No, uh uhh, you’re not going to play that card… tell me exactly what I saw right now!” Jack said in a deathly quiet voice, making Harry shiver. He understood exactly how good Jack must be as a soldier; that voice must bring even the strongest to heel.

“I… well, you see… oh, bugger, this is hard.” Harry quietly murmured.

“What kind of weapon is that, HarryEvans, I have never seen such a weapon?” Teal’C questioned as he eyed Harry’s wand with apparent interest.

“Yeah, what’s up with the twig-thingy? Not exactly a smart choice as a weapon in a fight, the guy had a frickin’ knife for cryin’ out loud!” Jack said testily, his hands waving about in as he shouted at Harry.

Over the last few months Harry had gotten use to Jack’s natural protectiveness when it came to people, especially those he cared about. His loud voice and overbearing stance might have annoyed Harry if he hadn’t known that Jack had been scared that Harry might have gotten hurt.

“This is my wand-” Harry began in a soothing voice, but was interrupted by Sam.

“Wand? As in magic wand?” Sam questioned, her voice laced with skepticism. She looked at the wand as if it was going to turn into a rubber chicken at any moment and the joke would be over.

“Yeah… I’m a wizard.” Harry stated with a small smile as the five other people in the room stared at him blankly. “I use this wand to harness magic inherent to my body and cast spells with it.”

“So you used magic to do whatever the hell you just did to him?” Jack asked as he point to the unconscious thief on the floor.

Harry nodded and said, “I used a spell to knock him out and one to… keep him from endangering Teddy and me. I don’t need any unwanted attention drawn to us, so having the authorities come to arrest him wasn’t something I wanted.”

“May I see your wand?” Sam asked as she held her hand out to him.

“Sure.” Harry said with a small shrug and handed over the wand to her.

She held it lightly in her hand, testing it weight, shape, looking closely to see there was any indication of how it was used. “Can anybody use this?”

“Anybody who is a witch or wizard probably could, but some wands work better for certain people… though muggles can’t use them.” He answered and then from there look of confusion added. “Muggles are non-magical people, people who weren’t born with a magical core.”

“What is a magical core?” Daniel asked, his eyes alight with interest. Harry could see the wheels working in Daniel’s mind; Harry was sure that Daniel would find the magical community a veritable treasure trove as a yet undiscovered society.

“The way I was told, it is something witches and wizards are born with and is an added element that allows us to manipulate energy around us. You would probably get a better explanation from a medi-wizard or someone who knows a lot about magical theory though.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and then a soft buzzing could be heard. Everyone except Harry looked around trying to identify the buzzing noise.

“That’s Teddy, he must have woken up. Let me just go check on him… if I could have my wand back.”

Harry held out his hand to Sam, silently waiting for her to give him the wand. She hesitated when Jack spoke.

“Let me go get him, you stay here.” Jack stated.

Harry knew Jack was hesitant to let Harry out of his sight… though it was odd; Jack and the rest had been surprised at what Harry had done, but from their reactions, it wasn’t the oddest thing they had ever seen.

Turning around he shook his head, “You can’t, I put up a strong ward around the room, it won’t let anybody, but me enter the room until I take it down.”

“Is that like a force field or something?” Jack asked with surprised look on his face.

“A magical one, yes.” Harry said as he held out his hand for his wand again.

Sam looked at George and he gave a slight nod of his head. She handed the wand to Harry and he turned to make his way to the stairs as Jack began to follow him. Turning around he looked Jack in the eye and said, “Honestly Jack, if I really was a threat to any of you, I could have disabled all of you and disappeared in a second.”

From a few feet behind Jack, Harry could see both of Teal’c’s eyebrows rise and disappear beyond the rim of hat on his head.

“Just humor me, okay, Harry…” Jack said quietly as he gestured for Harry to lead.

Nodding, Harry made his way up the stairs and once at Teddy’s bedroom door, he raised his wand and removed the ward around Teddy’s room. Opening the door, he found Teddy’s standing up in his crib, tear tracks down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong, luv?” Harry crooned as he picked up Teddy, rocking him in his arms. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Teddy tightly grabbed a lock of Harry’s hair in his fist and laid his head down on Harry’s shoulder. Harry heard sniffling and a hiccup here and there as his son calmed down. Turning around Harry walked towards the door to Jack and faced him so that Teddy could see the older man.

“Look who’s here Teddy…”

Teddy opened his eyes and laying eyes on Jack, he gave a gap toothed smile at him.

“Hey buddy.” Jack said with a smile as he rubbed Teddy’s back lightly.

“Why don’t we go downstairs, I’m sure you all will have a lot more questions…” Harry acknowledged and then walked out of the room after Jack nodded.

They made their way down the stairs to find George, Daniel, Sam and Teal’c having a quiet conversation.

“Why don’t you guys sit down and I will tell you about Teddy and I and where we come from, yeah?” Harry asked as he sat down on the love seat with Jack beside him.

They all took a seat and Harry arranged Teddy in a comfortable place on his lap.

“Before I tell you all, I need to have you give an oath that you won’t communicate with anyone outside of this room about what I am going to tell you. Our society has strict laws about letting this secret out.” Harry stated as he looked around at them.

The five nodded their heads in agreement and Harry used an incantation to bind them to the oath.

“What was that?” Jack asked looking around. A bright light had engulfed SG-1 and their CO as the spell took effect.

“It’s an oath that keeps you from telling anyone, in any form of communication, about this to someone who doesn’t already know the secret. It is a security measure that is used a lot in our world.” Harry answered as he allowed Teddy to play with the wand in his hand.

“Are all of your spells in Latin like that?” Daniel inquired.

“Most are, the language is the building blocks of our spell work.” Harry answered Daniel. “So, about out world… the magical community is not very large, we only have maybe a couple million worldwide. Some of the largest populated areas are Egypt, China, the States and the U.K. Each area is has a government appointed to care for our people, keep law and order and to guard our secret from the rest of the world. It was about three hundred years ago that our communities began going into hiding and closing off interaction between the magical and non-magical world. Even we were a closely guarded community, but at that time it became apparent that our society as a whole was not longer safe out in the open. ”

“That was during the Salem witch trials, correct?” Daniel asked eagerly.

“Yes, there was a lot of fear of the unknown and also persecution from the religious extremists who thought witches and wizards were followers of Satan, the devil, you pick.” Harry replied with snort. “So, we hid ourselves away and slowly your people began to believe we no longer existed, were just fairy tales and legends.”

“How do you keep such a big secret? With millions of people worldwide, it seems like that would be nearly impossible.” Sam questioned incredulously.

“We have magic to do that for us. We group our communities together and cover the areas with strong wards that keep muggles out or put up notice-me-not charms that keep muggles from looking where we don’t want them to look. My school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a large castle in Scotland that looks like an aged and crumbling ruin with a sign that says ‘DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE’ to any muggles who come near it.”

“That’s amazing…” Daniel exclaimed as he sat on the edge of his seat. “So, does your community keep records of your history?”

“I thought you might be interested in something like that… The magical world has been around for thousands of years, some of those in our community are hundreds if not a thousand years old.” Harry answered with a smile.

Harry laughed as they looked at him with surprise. Daniel had a look of absolute glee at being able to talk to someone who had been alive for one thousand years, so much living history for him to absorb.

“There are people, on Earth, that have lived for a millennium?” Sam asked.

“Well, not people in the sense that they are human, but there are sentient magical creatures that have, yes.”

“Son, when you say magical creatures, what exactly do you mean?” George asked in a stern voice as everyone else sat up a little straighter, tension evident in their bodies. Harry knew by his tone of voice that there was something they weren’t telling him, he would have to ask about that later.

“Um, well there are many beings living in this world that are believed to be legends, like I said. There are goblins, veela, elves, centaurs, vampires, werewolves, dragons, griffins, unicorns and such. There really is an entirely different world that we keep hidden from muggles.”

“How is that possible? The rest of the world would know about it; that is way too much to keep hidden!” Sam exclaimed in disbelief.

“Like I said we have magic to keep it hidden. Our governments have departments set up just to keep it secret. In the U.K. the Ministry of Magic has a whole department filled with people who are called Obliviators, they go into situations where the community has been exposed and erase the memory of the event from the muggles who witnessed it or they do like I am doing and have them give an oath to keep what they have seen a secret.”

“They erase their memories?!” Jack asked in anger.

“Yes, they do…” Harry replied. “Our community needs to stay hidden, there is too much fear in the world of the unknown as it is, can you imagine what others would do if they knew there were people out there who could pop into any secure place in the world and do whatever they wanted. Or people who could make you do what they wanted threw a simple spell… our people would be rounded up and killed in fear or captured to be used to do horrible things.”

It was quiet in the room; Harry could see their thoughts on their faces. Some secrets were just too dangerous to be made public.

“The world is still too ignorant to accept things like this that they don’t understand… magical beings wouldn’t be safe.” Harry said softly. “Though we do notify the leaders of the major countries in the world; often times it is necessary to keep our world hidden. However, those leaders are spelled with an oath like all of you to limit the secret being spoken to anyone who does not already know it.”

“So the American government knows?”Hammond asked with a frown.

“Probably, but it is no doubt limited to your current president and the previous ones in office. It is a closely guarded secret.” Harry answered with a nod.

“What exactly can you do with magic?” Sam questioned. “There has to be a limited amount of things, the physical laws of the universe wouldn’t allow just anything…”

“There are many types of magic and fields of study… such as transfiguration-”

“What is that?” Daniel asked.

“Transfiguration is magic which changes one object into another. It is possible to change inanimate objects into animate ones and vice versa.”

“So you can change, say a rock into what, a dog?” Jack asked eagerly. “Give us a little show and tell, Harry.”

Harry chuckled and placed Teddy in Jack’s lap and stood up. Walking to the fireplace, he grabbed a small wooden statue that Hermione had given to him as a gift a few years ago. The statue was of Sirius and Remus, or rather, Padfoot and Moony. Using his wand, Harry spoke the spell to change the object into a small white fluffy dog with large ears and a bow tie around its neck.

Sam stood up and walked to Harry, petting the puppy in his arms. The puppy whined and nuzzled her hand, licking the skin within reach. Sam exhaled heavily and said in an awed voice, “That’s impossible…”

“There is a lot in my world that you would probably say was impossible.” Harry stated with a grin on his face.

Handing the puppy to Sam, he walked back over to the love seat and sat down.

“Can you do any other type of magic?” Daniel asked.

“Well, there is Charms the use of spells to enchant an object to behave in way that it usually doesn’t; like using a summoning charm to bring the object to you.” Harry looked at a framed photo of Harry, Hermione and Ron and said, “Accio Frame!”

The picture zoomed off of the fireplace mantle and into his outstretched hand.

“That is very impressive, HarryEvans.” Teal’c declared.

“Thanks, it pretty simple, we learn that in our first year at Hogwarts.” He replied as he set the frame down on the table beside the couch. “We also learn Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Astronomy… well, there are a lot of subjects. As you get older you learn other subjects, more geared to your skill level and your career goals.”

“How long do you attend the school?” Sam questioned. “I imagine it would take you a long time to learn all that.”

“Most magical children begin learning the basics as from their parents as children and then once they turn eleven they attend a school for more in-depth study. We attend for seven years and at that time receive our license to practice magic if we graduate. There are higher learning universities and internships that allow you to become a master in certain subjects as well.”

“You began learning magic as a child?” Teal’c asked.

“No… I grew up in the muggle world and wasn’t aware I was a wizard until a little while before my eleventh birthday.” Harry answered quietly.

“Why didn’t your parents tell you about magic?” Sam inquired.

The room was quiet for a while as Harry decided how to approach telling them his sordid past. He had never liked the attention and fame he had received as the Boy-Who-Lived. The possibility of having to tell them everything about his time in the magical world was daunting.

“I… they weren’t there to tell me…” He answered with a sigh. “A little less than twenty years ago there was a powerful dark wizard who had been gathering followers who had the same beliefs as he did. He and many like him were blood purists, who thought that the magical world was superior to muggles and believed we shouldn’t have to hide, but rule the muggles. They wanted to either eliminate muggles or basically turn them into slaves for his twisted pleasure. Our government had been fighting against Lord Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters for several years.”

“Voldemort… that is French, it means ‘flight from death.’” Daniel interjected.

“Yeah, he always was a bit of a drama queen…” Harry said with a snort of amusement. “Anyways, during that time a group was created called the Order of the Phoenix, to fight alongside the Ministry against Voldemort. My parents along with about thirty other people were members of the Order. Shortly before I was born, a woman gave a prophesy that would decide the fate of the wizarding world.”

“A prophesy? Seriously?!” Jack laughed.

“Yeah, I took it with a grain of salt too… so, basically the prophesy said that the one to kill him was soon to be born to parents who had thrice defied him and would be born as the seventh month dies. Voldemort would mark the child as his equal. The child would have a power that the dark lord knew not and that either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. There were too children that fit that description myself and a friend of mine named Neville Longbottom. One of Voldemort’s minions heard the prophesy and told him about it and so he, like any good evil overlord, decided to eliminate the threat before it became an issue.” Harry stopped for a moment and took a breath. “He had a couple of his Death Eaters go and kill Neville; his parents were tortured into insanity trying to protect him, but they succeeded in keeping the Death Eaters occupied long enough for the Ministry’s Aurors to arrive, so Neville was saved. Voldemort chose to kill me personally and after finding out where my parents were in hiding from a sniveling little rat by the name of Wormtail, he came to kill me.”

“He killed my father with a killing curse as he tried to keep Voldemort occupied while my mother escaped with me. But, my mother had no way to get out of the house and was trapped. Voldemort told her that he had no use for her and if she left he wouldn’t kill her.” Harry closed his eyes as he heard his mother’s voice pleading with Voldemort to not kill him. “Pushing her out of the way he raised his wand to kill me and my mother stepped in the way of the curse to protect me and died. In giving her life to save mine she enacted very old blood magic that protected me even after her death. So, when Voldemort tried to kill me, his curse rebounded off of me and ripped his soul from his body. I survived and was marked with a scar.”

Harry lifted the bangs from his forehead and showed them the strange cursed scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“Marking you as his equal…” Daniel murmured.

“Yeah, kind of a self fulfilling prophesy...” Harry replied. “So, after they died I was sent to live with my mother’s sister and her family who were muggles. They hated magic and anyone associated with it. So I grew up with no idea about magic or the world I came from. Then, a few days before my eleventh birthday a letter came inviting me to attend Hogwarts… it was then that I was introduced to the magical world and those in it. The person I met was a massive half-giant by the name of Hagrid who became my first friend. He told me about my parents and a lot about the wizarding world. Soon I made friends with my year-mates, Ron and Hermione were my best friends and they became my touchstone through the years.”

“From my first year there I realized that the magical world thought of me as this ridiculous savior, having saved them from Voldemort. I hated it; I was praised for something I really had nothing to do with. By the end of the first year it became clear that my part in the war wasn’t over, just postponed. Voldemort had possessed a professor from the school and had tried to steal the Philosopher’s Stone, it was a stone that created a liquid that if ingested gave you immortality. However, with the help of Ron and Hermione I stopped him, the body he possessed was destroyed and his soul released again.”

“There is a stone out there that can make someone immortal?” Jack asked in a tense voice.

“No, after Voldemort tried to get it, the owner decided it was too dangerous to keep and destroyed it. He and his wife lived for over six hundred years; they died just a few years ago after their supply of the elixir ran out.” Harry assured them. “After that, each year became harder, Voldemort and his followers tried many times to reclaim power and in my fourth year he succeeded. There was a tournament at our school and once it was all over it had become clear that it was orchestrated to hand me over to Voldemort. The last task brought me and a fellow student of mine to an old graveyard where Voldemort and his Death Eaters were waiting. They killed Cedric and tied me up, using my blood in a ritual to give Voldemort a body again. I got away after Voldemort and I dueled, but he was back.”

“How did you get away? You were what, fourteen?” Daniel questioned.

“It was luck really, when we fought, our spells fused together. Our wands were brothers, each held a feather from the same phoenix and if pitted against each other they wouldn’t work correctly. A ‘Prior Incantem’ was activated on our wands and it was enough of a diversion to get away.”

It had always been luck for the first few years, sheer dumb luck that he had survived. He was amazed that he hadn’t died that first year or any or the following ones. His friends and professors had been the only thing standing between him and certain death.

“Once Voldemort was back things took a turn for the worse, the Second War soon had officially begun and over the next three years many people died and the wizarding world looked to me to end it. I was the ‘Chosen One’ after all.” Harry said sarcastically.

“You were fifteen years old; how could they expect you to do that when you were still a child?!”Jack exclaimed.

Harry could see everyone nodding their heads and agreeing with Jack.

“You were but a child, HarryEvans, the weight of his defeat should not have been laid at your feet.” Teal’c said with a nod of his head.

“I was never a child, from the moment Voldemort killed my parents and marked me, I was the means to an end… but, no matter what, it was my duty to end it; everyone was dying because they were protecting me. I needed to end it… my family and friends were dying and I couldn’t allow anyone else to be killed because of me!” Harry said emphatically.

“Voldemort wasn’t picky in who he killed, anyone who stood in his way was struck down without prejudice. After my godfather Sirius died at the end of my fifth year, I knew I wasn’t ready to kill Voldemort… So, I began training in everything from hand to hand combat to battlefield transfiguration.” Smiling Harry looked at them. “During the following two years, I spent every waking moment training to kill. I learned how to kill, what best way to evade capture, how to interrogate people, how to duel; everything I did was about death… so I also learned to heal as well, becoming a fully trained medi-wizard with experience in healing on the battlefield. My entire life was about death and I didn’t want that to be the only significant thing I learned.”

“A medi-wizard… is that like a doctor?” Jack questioned.

Nodding, Harry said, “Yeah, our healers take care of the magical population very differently than muggles do. Most of the healing process is through healing spells and potions. We can mend bones overnight, replenish lost blood in a second with a simple potion or use a health check spell to find the exact cause of an injury or illness. Our magical cores allow us to suffer more injuries than muggles and help us to heal quicker as well.”

“Janet, our base doctor would probably love to pick your brain…” Daniel uttered with a grin.

“I’d love to find out a little more about muggle medicine; I learned the basics when I trained with Hogwarts’ healer, Madame Pomfrey, but it would be great to see how the muggle and magical medicine would work together.” Harry replied and then frowned. “Um, where was I in the story…?”

“I believe you were speaking about your training after your fifth year, HarryEvans.” Teal’c answered.

“Oh, thanks…” Harry said and then continued. “I trained for two years and in the end the final confrontation didn’t happen because I felt I was finally ready, rather Voldemort decided he was through with the half-arsed attempts at my life. At the end of my seventh year, he and his Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts. In that final battle, Voldemort was once and for all defeated, but a lot of people died to accomplish that. A third of the students were killed, many of the school’s professors as well as most of the Order. That night I lost nearly everyone I loved, save Teddy and Arthur and Ginny Weasley. They all died and I felt lost… the entire reason I fought him was to save them.”

The quiet in the room was nearly deafening as his words echoed from wall to wall. Pain was laced in every word and Teddy, seeing his father was in pain, stood up in Jack’s lap and turned his hair from the black messy waves he had adopted to match Harry’s, into a wild pink Mohawk. Laughing, he clapped his hands in amusement.

Harry snorted as he saw five jaws drop at Teddy’s trick.

“What the hell?!” Jack laughed.

“How did he do that?” Sam asked with a huge grin on her face.

“He’s aMetamorphmagus like his mother. He is able to change the color and shape of his appearance into anything he wants.” Harry replied with a sad smile. “Tonks, his mother, was known for it. This was her favorite look, a pink Mohawk…”

“Is that common?” George asked as he smiled at Teddy.

“No, only a few witches and wizard’s can do it. Teddy’s special…” Harry answered and then decided to continue his story. “When Tonks and Remus died, they left me as his guardian. After the battle, Teddy here kept me sane. The wizarding world was still in chaos. The belief in blood purity was still a problem and everyone was worried about another dark lord coming into power. Prejudice was rampant and the Ministry ran with that. New laws were put in place to regulate magical creatures like elves, centaurs, veela; restricting their rights. For the creatures seen as dark or dangerous like werewolves and vampires, they were rounded up to either be killed or put in cages to be forgotten.”

“Well, I imagine werewolves and vampires are pretty dangerous…” Sam started.

“The world isn’t black and white like that, Sam.” Harry said. “Remus, one of my godfather’s, was a werewolf. When he was a child, he was attacked by a werewolf who reveled in turning children. He, and many just like him, spent their lives as outcasts because of something they had no control over. He was a kind and gentle man who was intelligent and spent the last few years of his life dedicated to defending the people that would have just killed him because of what they perceived him to be. In the end he killed the werewolf that turned him, saving several students the wolf was about to attack. He never once in his life attacked another human being while he was a werewolf. He changed into a wolf one night a month and took precautions to keep those around him safe. He locked himself in a heavily fortified room, changed up on those nights… just because he was a werewolf did not automatically make him a threat or evil.”

Sam gave him a sheepish look in apology and Harry smiled back at her.

“When the new laws came out, I couldn’t just stay quiet. My position in the wizarding world, no matter how much I hated it, gave me a certain amount of power and influence. So, I made clear my view on the new laws and what I thought of the Ministry for taken advantage of the fear that lingered after the war.” Scowling Harry continued. “Even when I was young I made no attempt at hiding my contempt for the Ministry and the Ministers that were elected. They were both egotistical morons more interested in furthering their own agendas than actually making a difference with the power they had. Both Fudge and Scrimgeour, as Ministers, were completely useless and combined furthered the death toll in the Second War because of their incompetence.”

“Sounds like a few of our elected officials!” Jack said with a snort. “Bureaucrats!”

“Minister Scrimgeour, trying to keep the public in his favor, decided to use the public’s fear of another dark lord gaining power and began making accusations about why it took so long for me to defeat Voldemort, or how powerful I really was… Before long newspapers had daily articles about my supposed dark side, how I was evil or a danger to the good people of the wizarding world. They accused me of waiting to take out Voldemort. Or why did most of the powerful witches and wizards against Voldemort get killed and I survived, was I insuring I had no one in my way to truly take over?”

“What the hell is wrong with those people?! What you didn’t do enough for them, they expected you to die for them as well?!” Jack hissed. His hands clenched in fists as his anger coursed through his body.

“They were scared and too blinded by their own prejudice to see clearly… For a year I ignored it all, I had seen it all before… after Voldemort returned, nobody wanted to believe that he was back, too afraid to accept what was coming. They accused me of lying to gain attention, saying I was delusional and a danger to those around me. When a public fight with Voldemort finally made it impossible for anyone to deny his return they were all repentant and such, I was there only hope of ending it in their eyes.” Harry said with a shrug, he had long gotten pasted being hurt by the wizarding world’s treatment of him. “During it all, I holed up in my home with Teddy, trying to wait out the accusations, but I was pragmatic. Just in case it didn’t blow over, I made plans for us to disappear and come here. It turned out those plans were smart.”

“Just a few days before we moved here, an article was released in the newspaper saying that the Ministry had issued a warrant for my arrest in suspicion of Treason and use of the dark arts. I knew that was it, Teddy and I were not safe anymore and so we left, moved here and that’s when we met Jack…”