The Harry Potter x NCIS sequel to Positively Potter
Who You Are
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or Harry Potter; BETAED by Rugglet so props to her from me!
Major time skip: to when Harry is 10 years old and gets his Hogwarts letter.
Warning: More down to earth and serious than the prequel.
Chapter One "Mistakes in the light"
"Those little imperfections make you beautiful, valuable; they show your personality inside your heart, reflecting who you are." – Natasha Bedingfield
The little house on Baldwin Street was never quiet since a little raven-haired baby became a permanent resident 10 years ago. Residential owners would often hear loud laughter as they exchanged pleasantries outside or exasperated yells while they mowed their lawns. The most common sights would be a young boy growing as he constantly could be found outside, doing anything and everything.
One of the most peculiar sights to behold was a brown speckled Owl soaring across the street until it landed right at the kitchen window. Gray clouds loomed over the city in a manner of dread, as if waiting for the opportune moment.
James Jethro Gibbs wasn't a very normal boy by any standards. Unusually mature for his age of 10 years old, he had the most astounding emerald green eyes and the most windswept raven hair anyone had ever seen! His light complexion accentuated his lithe body and small build.
"Jamie! Come get your breakfast before DiNozzo eats it all," His Father grunted as he yelled for his Son.
James mumbled something and burrowed further under the covers. He was about to drift back to sleep when his words registered in his mind.
Oh hell no, Tony was NOT going to steal his food again!
Uncaring about the dark maroon pajamas with the Lion embellished on his hip and shoulder, the 10-year-old boy raced downstairs with hair ruffled. He skidded to a halt at the end of the staircase and came face to face with a snickering Anthony DiNozzo, a glass of soda in his hand as he helped the boy up after James had fallen over.
"You better not have eaten my food again, Tony," James threatened as he ran around the man and to the kitchen, relieved his pancakes there alongside his grinning Father, Jethro Gibbs.
"I didn't know Tony was going to be here again, Dad," James huffed as he sat down and began to fork one of the pancakes into his mouth, chewing happily now that he was wide awake.
Gibbs opened his mouth, perhaps to tell him he didn't either, but a sharp thud was heard at their kitchen window above the sink. James jumped, startled, as Gibbs withdrew his gun and warily looked around. When nothing happened, he was about to put it away when both Gibbs spotted the Owl pecking on the glass.
"What's an Owl doing at the window?" Tony asked stupidly as he walked in at the sound of the commotion. Gibbs stood up to shoo it away when his Son raced to the window and threw it open.
"James, what the hell are you doing?" Jethro barked at his Son only to stare, utterly baffled, as the Owl hopped inside and held out its foot. James surprised him even more by untying the letter from the talon and watched as the bird took its departure.
Jethro watched as his Son untied the letter hastily and grew steadily nervous as the little boy read the letter.
"What's the matter, bud?" Jethro asked as he saw James frown. When emerald green eyes looked up anxiously, Jethro could tell his Son was debating something before silently handing over the letter.
Dear Mr. James Gibbs,
Congratulations on being a Wizard! You have been accepted into the Salem Institute of Magic in Salem, Massachusetts due to your location. Please respond by Owl no later than a week after receiving this invitation. If you wish to attend another School, please note so in the response and a Representative will come to explain the other Schools if you wish. Term will begin on September 1st.
Enclosed in the letter are your supplies:
There are no uniforms, with the exception of the School jacket easily purchased in Crossings Market off Brighton Main street. Please note that a Student's clothes should carry nametags.
COURSE BOOKS; all Students need to have a copy of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
The Rise and Fall of Wizards by Jayne Wright
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
An Introduction to Plants by Nicholii Spears
Magical Drafts and Potions by Argus Wrhyle
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The History of Defense by Everson Summers
OTHER EQUIPMENT; Students must have these supplies at the start of term:
A Wand
A cauldron (preferably peter, standard size 2)
A set glass or crystal phials
A telescope
A set of brass scale
Parchment and quills (or muggle pens and paper)
A pet approved by the School Headmistress is allowed
Students return home by December 10th as the end of term one and start term two by January 10th.
Rodger Romain
Deputy Headmaster
Please note that a representative from the School will visit your home should you accept or decline. They will be there within the day that this is sent.
"A . . . A what?" Jethro said slowly.
"I . . ." James trailed off, not sure what to say to the man who had raised him since he was a baby - in a manner of speaking.
James wasn't ordinary even by Wizards standards. 10 years ago he'd been 18 years old and had just defeated Voldemort, known everywhere as Harry James Potter, the Chosen One and Boy-Who-Lived. James had done his best over the years to forget his name, forget who he had once been.
He should have known it was too good to last.
"Daddy, I didn't . . . I'm . . ." James whispered as he trailed off again, a true show of how upset he was that he'd called Jethro by the childish title he'd stopped when he turned six, only using the title when he was distraught. Jethro violently shoved all thoughts from his mind as he did what he did best with James; he walked over to him and knelt down.
"Hey now, none of that. No tears baby boy," Jethro whispered calmly, still trying to wrap his mind around this foreign letter. He would think it was a joke, someone after his Son, but James's reaction was enough to show that it wasn't.
James searched his Father's eyes for a moment with his own teary eyed ones, looking for something like hatred and dislike, the emotions he'd seen with the Dursleys. He didn't find anything of the sort, only comfort. The eyes remained the same as they had over the years, just a hint of surprise. James fumbled with what to say but instead buried his face against his Dad's shoulder, gripping the shirt as Gibbs lifted him up. He was thankful his Dad worked out quite often and that he was still quite small, it allowed for moments like this.
"What's wrong Boss?" Tony asked, confused.
In reply, Jethro handed his subordinate the letter and watched as Tony read on, his eyes growing wide as he did so. It was a lot to take in and Jethro didn't know why he was so calm about this. The soft shivering of his Adopted Son answered that.
The one thing Jethro had accepted above many things when raising James was that the boy was an enigma. He was an inexplicable little boy who'd performed stunts like no other as he grew up.
"Hey Jamie, look at me kiddo," Jethro said as he sat down with the boy on his lap. Tony remained silent for once as James slowly lifted his head. Jethro was disheartened to see the tears coming out of James's brilliant eyes. They hardly had ever seen the boy cry, even when he was a baby. For these tears to be forming all of a sudden meant, that James was scared. Scared of how Jethro would react? His Son was a Wizard, a voice told him, and of course, he'd be terrified of that.
"Baby boy, why the tears?" Jethro asked softly, cupping the boy's cheek firmly.
"You're . . . Going to hate me," James hiccuped, sounding so young and vulnerable that Jethro was reminded of when the boy had been in his toddler years, prone to thinking the worst for some reason. He'd be uncharacteristically mature for a boy his age, but his toddler years he'd been very low in his confidence. Jethro offered the boy a smile, bestowing James's head with a fatherly kiss.
"Now why would you think I'd hate you? You're a Wizard, I think that just shows how amazing you are," Jethro said, laughing at James's surprised look. Of course, his Son was worried about his reaction more than being a Wizard. It figured.
"You're not mad that I'm a Wizard." James stated cautiously, piercing eyes looking doubtfully at his Father before he seemed to realize that Jethro was serious.
Tony finally spoke up,
"Did you already know you were one?" The question was very valid, Jethro realized. James hadn't seemed shocked at being a Wizard, more along the lines of anxious only for his Father's reaction.
"Yes Sir," James said after a moment or two. The room was quiet and upon questioning how he knew, James revealed that he'd always known he was a Wizard. Jethro watched as James took a deep breath and began the words that had change everything he worked so hard to keep normal. Those 10 years of freedom of love that he'd never had before would be changed, he realized.
"I . . . Remember everything, since before you found me too . . . I'm . . . Not Harry Potter's Son," James struggled before admitting this. They deserved to know the truth. They deserved to know who he once was, and hopefully -just hopefully- things would be alright.
The news had both men taken aback. What?
"What do you mean, James?" Jethro asked, noticing the flinch when he used his Son's full name instead of the many pet names.
"I'm not really 10 years old," James whispered. "I'm supposed to be in my twenties."
Dun dun dunnnn! So now that the truth comes out about him being a wizard, how will Harry's father react to the ultimate truth? It'll only get interesting from here! (Though I could argue it's always been interesting!)