Harry laid there on his bed it was about four in the morning and he was sleeping soundly in his home when an irritating tapping was beginning against his window. Rolling over he tried to ignore it but it became more persistent until he finally groaned and reached over and fumbled with his glasses.

After locating them and shoving them on his face be sleepily walked over to the window where an owl from the Ministry was, now why in the world would the ministry send him an owl at bloody four in the morning was beyond him.

As he opened the letter he half read its contents seeing as his bed was more important at the moment. As he looked it over he noticed that it was a mission assignment though again not really reading the requirements he sent a reply saying he would do it and went over to the owl that was waiting for the reply. After attaching the reply to the owl's leg and letting it fly off he shuffled back to his bed and lay down again and soon his mind was once again in dream land.

Several hours went by in which Harry finally woke up and started his day, he entered the kitchen and waved his wand and started to cook a fresh pot of tea, and shuffled over to another counter where he got some bread and placed it in the toaster and waited as the bread started to cook. After a few minutes the bread popped up and he began to butter it and placed it on the table when he heard the tea kettles whistle go off signaling the tea was ready. Waving his wand again the tea kettle lifted into the air and poured its contents into an awaiting mug on the counter and then it traveled to where Harry was sitting.

Harry sighed as flicked his wand again to let Lilly, a Southern White-faced owl named after his mother, in after her nightly hunt and to bring him the Daily Prophet news paper. Smiling he handed the owl some of his toast which he dunked in some tea as a thank you. The owl hooted in a welcome and then flew out the window to sleep in the attic which Harry makes for her.

After his small breakfast he went back up stairs to take a shower when he noticed the letter he got earlier this morning. Now being more awake then he was when he originally received the letter Harry walked over and began to reread its continents and paled when he started to comprehend what was written.

Dear Mr. Potter

As you are one of our top Aurors, we are pleased to offer you the mission to recapture certain Death Eaters you may have previously encountered. While you are free to decline, we encourage you to accept as you are among the few Aurors capable of defeating Death Eaters comparable to Lucius Malfoy or Bellatrix Lestrange. Should you accept, we request that you apprehend the loose Death Eater(s) and bring him/her/them directly to the Ministry of Magic once in your custody.

Our sources have picked up on the presence of one or more Death Eaters in the United States, specifically in the Washington DC area. Although normally we would allow the Americans to apprehend said Death Eater(s), in an attempt to strengthen ties between our two countries we hope that you will accept this mission and—for its duration—act as a Liaison for us.

It has also come to our attention, Mr. Potter, that you currently are working alone as no one person has remained with you long enough to be considered a "partner". We cannot risk the safety of any Auror and as such we are assigning a partner to you. It does not matter what you decide in regards to the mission, this partner will still be paired with you. That aside, we hope you and Mr. Malfoy will work just as well—if not better—together than you do alone.

Should you accept the mission, please be prepared to leave from the Ministry of Magic in five days time from your response at nine pm.

Please send your reply as soon as possible via Owl as this matter cannot be left unattended for too long.

Signed

Minister of Magic

Rufus Scrimagour

Harry groaned loudly as he quickly walked around his room. Why didn't he read the letter when it came, oh yeah it was FOUR IN THE MORNING! Still why did he have to reply saying he would go and do the mission it was in America of all places and it was with Malfoy of all people plus when did he become an Auror he was a death eater himself at one point, though it was more forced by his family and he had his own life to look after but still MALFOY. Harry then knew what he was going to do. After he showered and got dressed he was going to go to Hermione's place and complain.

Quickly doing what he was setting out to do, Harry changed into some more causal muggle clothing and pictured Hermione's apartment kitchen and with a pop found himself there with the woman he was looking for at the table reading the daily prophet and drinking some tea.

"Hermione it's terrible!" Harry cried once he landed safely in her kitchen.

Hermione, who had not been expecting the surprise visit, jumped slightly and spilled some of her tea on the newspaper she was reading.

"Harry, what did I say about apparating into my kitchen?" She sternly demanded.

"You said never to unless it was an emergency." Harry dully said, before going back to his complaining. "But Hermione, it really is an emergency!"

"Really? Like the time you couldn't find your glasses when they were pushed up on your head?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, worse!" Harry groaned.

"Like the time you burned down your kitchen by boiling water and decided to leave putting the flames out to Kreacher and that I was going to feed you?"

"Hey, that was Ron's fault not mine! And I helped put out the fire…a bit." Harry protested.

"What about when you woke up and found Luna and G—"

"Hermione," Harry cut in with a whine. "I'm being serious! It's terrible! Just…just read it!"

Harry shoved the letter at Hermione and mockingly glared at her when she asked if it was another disturbing love letter.

"Harry this is great! Oh I've read so much about America, and I've always wanted to go but I've been too busy." Hermione exclaimed. "Did you know Aurors over there sometimes work alongside—"

"Wha—Hermione! It's terrible!" Harry yelped. "I don't want to go!"

"Then don't. Tell him you respectfully decline." Hermione said, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"I can't! I already said I'd go." Harry groaned.

"Harry James Potter how many times have I told you to read your mail before replying? Honestly, it's like you want another fiasco like Nicki to happen! Did you not learn your lesson last time to read everything in letters so you aren't bombarded with women who—"

"Hermione! We agreed not to talk about….about that!" Harry sputtered in protest.

"I agreed to not bring it up unless you were being completely ridiculous and it was the only way for you to remember your lesson, which apparently didn't work! You probably didn't read past 'we are pleased to offer you a mission' before you said okay!" Hermione fumed.

"I was tired! The bloody owl woke me up at four in the bloody morning for the stupid letter!" Harry defended.

"That's why you don't reply until a reasonable hour!" Hermione scoffed. "Honestly Harry, you could have taken the letter, sent the owl on its way, and read it in the morning when you woke up!"

"I tried that before, but I forgot about the letter so now the owls wait until I reply before they leave." Harry pouted.

"Oh Harry." Hermione sighed, shaking her head.

"I mean its bad enough that I'm stuck in America for who knows how long, but with Malfoy? They're trying to kill me!" Harry complained.

"Harry James Potter quit whining and suck it up or I'll fire-call Molly!" Hermione threatened.

"Fine, fine no more whining." Harry dramatically sighed. "I'll just go flying with Ron or something I guess."

"No you most certainly will not! Harry, you have five days to get ready! The paperwork alone to transfer money to the Gringotts American Branch takes a day or two! Then there's finding a place to live over there, sorting through all your houses and deciding what should be put away, packing what you're going to take with you, telling Teddy and Andromeda, stocking up on your potions, and you know it'll take at least a day to get Molly to accept it!" Hermione ranted.

"I dunno Hermione, the Aurors always seem to get free lodging when we plan to stay overnight somewhere." Harry frowned. "And Griphook likes me so he'll take care of my money stuff when I get around to telling him."

"And just when are you planning that? Hopefully when you tell everyone else, right?" Hermione demanded.

"When I accept that I can't get out of it?" Harry asked with a smile and a shrug.

"You are not putting it off until the last minute in a letter!" Hermione shrieked, smacking him in the back of the head. "Now get out and start preparing everything or I'll tell Molly you wanted to see her."

"But Hermione!"

"NOW!"

With a groan Harry apparated to the nearest apparition point by the Ministry of Magic and slowly made his way to Kingsley's office.

Five days for Harry went long enough for him though with Hermione's impending threat to unleash the red haired Weasley mother on him he got everything done that was needed to be done. The money Griphook took care of, along with the supplies that he would need. He even got some of his money exchanged into the English pound system so that it would then be changed into the US dollar so he could buy some more normal muggle looking clothing when he got there. Now the only thing left to do was meet up with Malfoy and get this Stupid mission over with.

Harry apparated to the ministry to get his very last preparations done and then went down to where a Port Key was waiting for him to take him to a small hill out in the middle of nowhere, there he would then have a broom stick waiting for him and using his invisibility cloak fly to the house to where he was going to live for the mission in a small home on the edge of a suburb.

The port key was not going to leave until 9:00pm and it was only 8:30 so he had a half an hour to wait and Malfoy was getting there by either apparation or by a different port key. Either way less time to deal the Malfoy the better, so Harry lounged around the Ministry waiting for time to tick by. Finally it was 5 minutes tell 9 when Harry walked over to the port key which was a boot and waited until it was time then zipped all the way to the hill in Washington.

When he reached the hill he looked around and saw their capital building in the distance along with the Washington monument (it was kinda hard to miss). He looked around him then and saw the broom stick that was waiting for him and then took out his invisibility cloak and wrapped it around him and the broom securely and then kicked off the ground hard and started to fly toward the house that was to be his new temporary home.

It took a half an hour via broom to reach the house and when he looked he saw that they lights were already on meaning that Malfoy was already there or he got the wrong house… again.

Going to a dark part of the street Harry landed and took off the cloak and stuffed it into bag which had been charmed to be expansive on the inside, a present from Hermione, and walked over to the house. When he got there he knocked on the door in a secret code he knew all Aurors were taught to signal to each other that they are not a stranger. Harry waited for the return knock to know he got the right place. When the knock returned the door opened and there stood Malfoy with a look that showed a slow realization on who it was.

"Hey Malfoy… how's it going?" asked Harry as he scratched the back of his head.

Malfoy let out a groan, "Please don't tell me you're the one the Ministry sent for this mission?" he asked.

Harry gave a shaky nod which caused Malfoy to groan louder but stepped aside to let Harry into the house.

When Harry walked in he saw it was a three bedroom one bath, it had a full kitchen the had an island for the sink and hard wood floors that went into the living room and down the hall toward what he thought were going to be the bedrooms.

"So Malfoy how long have you been an Auror?" asked Harry trying to cut the uncomfortable silence that had been placed between them.

"About a year if you must ask." shoots Malfoy back as he glared at the boy who lived.

"Ah, Malfoy don't be like that~" said Harry as he walked over to the blond and wrapped his arms around the other.

Malfoy feeling the arms around him gave what seemed like a girly shriek and shoved Harry off of him. Harry who landed on the floor gave a smirk as he watched Draco try and compose himself again though he had a faint blush on his face.

"You ok, it was just a hug?" said Harry as he pushed himself off the floor to his feet.

"I don't like being touched by men." muttered Malfoy softly though Harry still heard it.

"Oh is that so?" he said as he started to hover over the ex-Slytherin prince.

Malfoy frowned before whipping his wand out and doing a leg binding curse on Harry making the boy-who-lived slowly teeter forward until once again he was kissing the floor looking up at the ex-death eater.

"That's not fair." whined Harry as he tried to get up again with his legs still bound.

"Well life isn't fair, and I call the master bedroom, night~" said Malfoy as he left Harry there and walked away into the master bedroom.

Harry still frowning did basic inch worm movements until he got to his things and grabbed his wand, after muttering the counter curse he walked down the hall and picked the bedroom that was farthest away from Malfoy and soon got some of the much needed rest so they could get prepared for the challenges tomorrow.

The next morning Harry and Draco were picked up by one of the American Ministry Officials as the Ministry of Magic was located in a building that blended with the rest of the muggle community around it. Basically the American Wizards were better at blending in with the rest of the world, not a surprise really when the London branch had idiots like Fudge elected in. Unlike the London Ministry of Magic, guests checked in with the Guest Relations person at the front desk-kind of like the check-in desk at a Hotel.

"Like I'm sure you have at your Ministry, the different departments are on different floors—some take two or three floors hence the tall building." Their guide explained as they were lead to the elevators. "The Aurors take the first three floors as they need to be able to respond quickly and taking the stairs or an elevator from any higher level would take too long." They entered an empty elevator and their guide hit the button for floor 13. "For any other department you need to visit don't worry, there's a sign by the elevators and on each floor there's a sign showing where everyone's office is on that floor."

Once on the thirteenth floor, Harry and Draco were led to the Wizard Immigration and Foreign Ambassador Office to be given the rundown of the differences in the magical community—and officially granting them access to the floo-ports so they can floo from home [in an emergency] or from the nearby decoy building—before sending them down to the Head Auror for their gizmos and gadgets needed to track the fugitives.

"Here are your cell phones, portkeys, magic-inhibiting handcuffs, and ID badges should you run into trouble with the locals." The Auror Outfitter [Jason] said as he handed over a bag to Harry and Draco.

"What the hell do I need this for?" Draco demanded as he fiddled with his cell phone.

"It sends messages faster than Owls or Floo-calls." Jason said. "It's got the numbers for anyone you'll need to get in contact with within the Ministry. Obviously it's got your partner's number in there as well. Like all recent phones, it has Camera and Video capabilities as well as Internet Access."

"How do I use it then?" Draco demanded, looking intrigued.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." Harry purred in Draco's ear as he reached over Draco's shoulder and pushed the 'on' button on the phone.

"I told you not to do that Potter!" Draco growled, flinching away from Harry.

"Hmmm I must have forgotten. Sorry." Harry smirked insincerely.

With another growl and a glare, Draco shrunk his bag and shoved it in his pocket before turning to Jason.

"Are we done here?"

"That's all I have for you two." Jason confirmed.

Harry and Draco were happy with their new toys, Harry more than Draco but still they knew that they would be handy for when they had to deal with a Death Eater alone. As they started to walk away they heard Jason shout.

"Ah I almost forgot you guys need to meet up with your informant on the case still right?" he asked.

"We have an Informant?" said Draco

Jason nodded, "Yup and she is one of the best." he said with a large smirk. Draco gave him a look that said, 'why are you smirking like that, stop I don't like it' sort of way. Harry looked over at Draco and smirked as well at the rich boy's discomfort.

"Come on I'll show you the way." said Jason as he soon took the lead and started to head toward a department called, Department of Information.

When they got to the department what Harry and Draco saw were a large number of desks all filled to the nearly to the ceiling with stacks of paper. As Harry and Draco marveled at how tall the papers were they didn't notice a figure sneaking up on them. The figure smirked as it went to Harry's side and with a quick movement poked Harry in the side. Harry not expecting the attack let out a shriek that seemed to quiet the whole room. Draco gave him a look of WTF and Harry blushed a deep red color with embarrassment.

Soon both Aurors heard laughter next to them and they both turned and saw a medium sized woman with black hair holding her sides as she laughed. After a few minutes of her laughing she straitened up tears in her eyes as she took one of her fingers and wiped it away. "Ah man that was one of the best reactions I have seen in a while." she said. As she straightened up both Harry and Draco got a better look at her; she was about average sized for a woman, with black shoulder length hair. Her eyes were a hazel color and she had on a deep green tank top that loosely fit her frame and a pair of black jeans that were also loosely fit. Though one of her most prominent features were a pair of what looked like German shepherd ears that were perched on top of her head.

"Ah Larisa just the person I was looking for." said Jason with a smile.

Larisa looked over at Jason and her eyes lit up "Jason!" she yelled and jumped into the others arms.

"Long time no see" Jason said with a chuckle as he let the other go.

Larisa nodded. "Un, well it can't be helped since I'm one of the best intelligence gatherers here." she said with a smirk then turned to Harry and Draco. "So are you two the ones that are going after the Death Eaters?" she asked as she tilted her head slightly and one of the ears on top of her head moved as well.

Harry and Draco only nodded not sure how to answer the woman. Larisa soon drew closer to Harry before she continued and poke his side again. Harry frowned slightly and moved into a more forward manner and took his hand and poked her back in the side. Larisa's eyes narrowed seeing this as a challenge and soon poked Harry back. This soon followed by a continuous poking match between Harry and Larisa. It would have continued for who knows how long if Draco didn't start to get pissed and stomped his foot down and glared at the two. "Will you two stop doing that this instant!" he screeched. Both Larisa and Harry stopped what they were doing and looked at each other and grinned.

Soon Draco found himself in between both Larisa and Harry in a hug both still grinning as he soon felt something poke his side. Feeling ticklish he tried to move away from the feeling until it stopped and it started to happen on the other side and he started to shift to the original side until the other side started again. Draco seeing what was going on soon raised his arms and broke the hug on him.

"Will you STOP that! What are you, 5?" he yelled.

Both Larisa and Harry started laughing and high fived each other at their apparent success with bugging the Slytherin prince. Malfoy glared at them and looked at Larisa.

"If you please can you give us the information, and what the hell is on top of your head!"

Larisa looked at Malfoy and smiled, "Well I'm an Animagus, and I can transform into a German shepherd, why do you think I'm so good at Intel? No one thinks a dog can spill their information." she said, "And I like my ears" she said in a defensive way as she puffed her cheeks out in a pout at the English boy.

Harry looked over at Larisa, "You have to excuse him, he can be insensitive at times" said Harry.

Larisa nodded at the boy who lived. "Mkay I'll forgive him this time only if he lets me poke his cheek"

"And why pray tell, would I bloody let you do that?" glared Malfoy.

"Because then I won't tell you what I know and you will be stuck." she said with a wink.

Draco glared at the woman, "Fine woman if it can let me get home faster then go the hell ahead."

Larisa cheered as she walked forward and poked Draco on the cheek once and smiled. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" she said.

"Now down to Business, I've been all around the DC area and I've seen your Death Eater in George Town, and Arlington. I haven't gotten any information on what is going on but I've seen the Death Eater in these places several times." Larisa said as she Accioed a map of the DC area. Harry and Draco both nodded and thanked Larisa for her time and headed to George Town.

When they got to the George Town district Harry and Draco both went over to where Larisa said she saw a Death Eater, which turned to be a public market, with many restaurants and shops. They both decided to stop in a small sandwich shop to grab lunch and talk about their next move.

"So Larisa said that she saw the target more in Arlington then George Town, we should probably focus our searches there huh?" said Harry as he took a bite of his Turkey and Swiss sandwich on wheat bread. Malfoy nodded with Harry agreeing with once as he took a sip of his Ceylon Tea and then proceeded to take a bite of his roast beef and cheddar sandwich.

"I think that it would be best if we are searching to separate and use these blasted things," Draco paused as he glared at the cell phone, "to keep in contact with each other." Harry nodded.

"Don't worry Draco I'm sure that you will know how to use the cell phone by the end of the night." said Harry with a smirk.

Draco slightly paled, more then he already was, "Don't you dare Potter." he said gritting his teeth. Harry just looked up at a tree and started whistling. Draco glared at Harry before turning back to his sandwich and finishing it.

"Come on Potter we should get back to the house and figure some other aspects of our search." said Draco as he looked over at a group of muggles that were staring at him. Harry nodded and soon got up and paid the bill and soon followed Draco back to their temporary home.

"Okay so since we're splitting up the search, who's taking what spot?" Harry asked.

"I call George Town, you can take Arlington." Malfoy said. "With portkeys we can get close enough and then search by foot afterwards. Keep your portkey to the Ministry on you at all times, that way if you have him/her in custody you can head straight there."

"Are there any handcuffs or spells that we can use to eliminate the chance of them being able to use wandless magic or shift into an animagus form—if they have one?" Harry questioned.

"We'll have to check with the Ministry for that, but Imobulous or Petrificis Totalus, and maybe Stupefy should work in the meantime." Draco said.

"Are our only restrictions the Unforgivables and magic in front of muggles?" Harry asked. "Are we meant to subdue or stun them rather than use lethal force?"

"They never said either way, but I'd assume subdue them unless lethal force is necessary." Draco said, giving Harry a look that clearly said 'you idiot'.

"Oh goodie, look at that! Magic side's over its cell phone time~" Harry sang with a grin.

Paling slightly Draco pulled out his phone and glared at it before shooting a warning look at Harry that read 'molest me and DIE!' After seeing Harry seem to agree to the terms, Draco gave his full attention to the phone in front of him. However Draco's warning went fully unheeded as Harry immediately hugged Draco from behind and gave Draco the instructions directly into his ear.

"First you push and hold down the red button…that's the power button."

"Potter get OFF of me!" Draco said through gritted teeth.

"But I'm comfy." Harry pouted, resting his chin on Draco's shoulder.

"I don't care!" Draco said, stomping on Harry's foot and forcing him to step back.

"Okay that middle button is the 'home' button where you'll find a list of the settings and options on the phone. You don't need to worry about that button really." Harry said, trailing a hand along Draco's arm before pointing at a button.

"Potter."

"The top button below the screen on the right is your contacts list. That's all the people you have numbers for. To add a contact—like me—you push the ok button once the 'add a contact' option is highlighted. Then type in the contact name—Harry the awesome—scroll down one space and type in their phone number. Then you click okay and it saves the contact." Harry said, slinging an arm around Draco's waist.

Draco sidestepped Harry's arm and glared at the pouting brunette. After having a childish staring contest [during which Harry felt the need to whine and complain that he was only trying to help Draco] Draco mentally threatened the phone before gesturing for Harry to continue the lesson.

"To call someone you either type in their phone number [but who really remembers all the numbers anyways?] or you can go to your contacts, scroll to the person you want to call and then push the green button." Harry dully said, which really should have hinted to Draco that something was wrong because really, when did Harry ever give up that easily? "And when you are finished talking with them push that red button once."

"Hah!" Draco exclaimed in triumph when he did exactly as Harry explained and called his [Harry's] phone.

As the call connected, Harry's phone belted out the chorus of The Bad Touch, much to Draco's embarrassment and Harry's amusement.

"Potter…what was that?" Draco asked, heavily blushing.

"Oh that was the ringtone I set up for when you call. D'you like it?" Harry purred mischievously as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of Draco's neck and giving it a small lick.

With an incredibly girly shriek, Draco leapt across the room away from Harry [with only his seeker reflexes keeping from completely dropping the phone in the process] and frantically rubbed the back of his neck where he was contaminated with….Harry germs. *dramatic shudder*

"Stay over there!" Draco shrieked…err…demanded in with an oddly high pitch.

"But how am I supposed to point out the different buttons." Harry protested with wide innocent eyes. At least, that's what he was trying for. It failed miserably as he was trying to contain not only the laughter that wanted to burst from him, but also the mischievous grin and gleam in his eyes.

"I don't care!" Draco spat. "Touch me one more time and your arse can find a new place to live!"

Harry paused, stared at Draco intently before cautiously sneaking a hand out and poking Draco in the side. Draco let out a shriek that would startle a Banshee and pulled out his wand, flinging hexes at Harry.

"Draco baby, what about the other things I have to teach you?" Harry whined as he barely dodged the hexes and fumbled for his own wand. "Like…like speakerphone, using the camera, texting, or the phone's volume!"

"I'll learn the damn thing by myself!" Draco growled, casting a leg lock at Harry and smirking when it hit him.

"But Draaaaco!" Harry whined "Wait….stop! What are you…that's my wand!"

Harry's voice had gone from childish to worry and horror as Draco plucked his wand from his hand. As Harry stared at his wand [which Draco was waving tauntingly in his face] Draco reached out and grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and began to drag him out the door.

"Draco?" Harry cautiously asked when Draco slammed the door shut behind him.

A moment later, Harry let out a yelp and barely wriggling out of the way of his trunk that harshly landed beside him.

"But what about my-?"

After a pause, Draco smirked and tossed Harry's wand as far from Harry as he could while still having it on their [or now his] property and then promptly closed the door behind him after going back inside.

After staring at the closed *loud click* now locked door, Harry turned to where his wand was thrown and began wiggle-crawling towards it. As if mocking him, a car drove by with the radio blaring Sexy And I Know It. Specifically the "wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah" part. Yes, this was his punishment for over molesting Draco. Well…for molesting Draco, because you really can't over molest someone can you?

Okay so you can, but Harry wasn't thinking about that because he was slowly making progress towards his precious wand.

With a triumphant 'Hah' Harry grabbed his wand and undid the leg bind curse on him and stood up. With a sigh, Harry shrunk his trunk and stuffed it in his pocket before deciding to explore the area. Unfortunately, Harry has no sense of direction and so got lost…a lot. It didn't take long for his to get so lost that he was somehow away from everyone else. With a groan Harry slumped to the ground and resisted the urge to pout. Barely, but he resisted nonetheless.

"Hey you!" Harry jumped up and shouted when he saw a person walk by ahead of him. "Wait up! Hey!"

The person didn't appear to hear him as he kept walking. Harry then ran to catch up.

"Hey…dude in the grey jacket cloak-y thingy!" Harry shouted. "Wait up!"

The person paused and turned back to see Harry skid to a stop beside him. Then, without warning, the person pulled out a wand and began shooting curses at Harry.

"Oh come on! Not again!" Harry groaned before pulling out his wand and going into Serious Mode [not to be confused with Sirius Mode, which dealt heavily with pranks and things that would get him in trouble].

Bombarda, Stupefy, Expelliarmus, Crucio, Protego, Avada Kedavra.

It was an intricate dance [albeit a deadly one] between Harry and his attacker. They both lost themselves in the battle so much that they paid no attention to the fact they were in [and destroying] the Arlington Cemetery. Well…Harry didn't pay attention to the fact they were in a cemetery until the Death Eater [because really, who else would attack Harry?] animated one of the angel statues and sent it after Harry.

Accio statue, Avis, Confundus, Impedimenta, You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel—

Harry flailed as he tried to pull his ringing phone from his pocket while not falling, getting hit, or dropping either the wand or phone. It would have been rather impressive if it weren't for the fact Harry looked like someone doing what looked like a cross between the Hokey-Pokey dance and one of the muggle inflate-a-dudes that car dealerships love to use [the one with the air blowing into the wiggly arms].

"Draco baby, d'ya miss me already?" Harry brightly asked, narrowly dodging a green spell.

"Why would I miss you Potter?" Draco growled. "I found more information about the Death Eaters we're tracking."

"Yeah? Was there anything about weaknesses?" Harry brightly asked.

"Is that fighting I hear?" Draco demanded when he heard Harry cast a spell and then narrowly dodge the returned volley. "Potter, don't tell me you're fighting a Death Eater alone!"

"Okay, I won't!" Harry cheerfully said.

"POTTER!" Draco growled.

Before Harry could reply a neon pink spell come shooting toward his head making him dodge by rolling on the ground successfully dodging said spell but also losing his wand and the cell phone in the process. Groaning inwardly to himself, Harry squinted trying to locate either the wooden stick of awesomeness or the device that would have a screaming blond on the other end, whichever came first. Thinking for a moment and seeing that he was clear to try and find said items, Harry peeked out from around the corner and saw that the Death Eater was somehow distracted by something and quickly moved over to another grave stone successfully; getting there and hearing a loud crack that made him freeze and wish to high heaven that it wasn't his wand he just stepped on. Reaching down and giving a sigh of relief when he picked up half of his phone that he had successfully broke in two, but still it wasn't the awesome stick of magic which was still missing.

It was at that moment that they were interrupted by the loud wailing sound of police sirens in the distance. Hearing the sirens the death eater chose that moment to apparate away leaving Harry in a destroyed cemetery wand less and unable to get away.

Harry who was still on the ground searching for his wand which he found about a minute before the police were on him like dogs on the hunt. Then he heard the words "Hands behind your head." Turning around Harry saw a police officer with a gun pointed at him and what looked like a little bit of a trigger finger.

Great just what he needed a trigger happy cop to continue on this day, or night, or was it after midnight, he wasn't quite sure now with the fighting, and the being kicked out of the house and what not.

Doing what the officer said Harry put his hands behind his head and laid down on the grass while of officer walked toward him with a pair of handcuffs. After being cuffed Harry was lead to a police car where he was seated, and the officers continued with their investigation, at which the discovered a body of a dead Marine and were forced to call NCIS.

When the team arrived they noticed that all the police officers were away from the car that had the suspect in it, and all looked irritated. Gibbs being the ever wide awake he was even when it was the early hours of the morning, took a sip of his coffee and walked over to the sergeant in charge.

"What do we have officer." Gibbs asked.

"A really annoying British cop that compares everything about how the English are so much better at catching criminals or something;" the Officer grumbled, "and there is a dead marine over about 30 feet from the destroyed cemetery." the officer continued as he walked away.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the officer as he walked away then turned to his team that looked like they were half asleep. "Tony." Gibbs barked, causing the senior field agent to snap at attention.

"Sketching the scene boss."

"David."

"Taking witness statements."

"McGee."

"Identifying the body, on it boss." said the younger male agent.

Gibbs smirked to himself as he watched his team spread out and start doing their tasks. After a few moments he walked over to Ducky, "What do we got Duck?" he asked.

"Ah well the body hasn't told me much Jethro, our marine died between the hours of 8-10 pm since rigor mortis has set in, but for COD I'll have to say he was strangled by the ligature marks around his neck, but again I won't know until we open him up." said Ducky. Gibbs nodded then walked over to the police car where the suspect was handcuffed in the back looking like he was chatting way to anyone that would listen to him.

"Hello I'm Leroy Jethro Gibbs, NCIS investigator on this murder who might I ask who you are and why you are at Arlington at such a late hour." said Gibbs.

The suspect turned toward Gibbs and smiled, "Ah well yeah sorry about your cemetery, I was attacked while I was asking a person directions because my roommate kicked me out of the house a couple of hours ago, and yeah when your fine gentlemen in blue here picked me up saying that I was a murder suspect because when they were searching the grounds here they found that dear sirs body and thought I had done it. But by heavens I couldn't do anything like that I mean I don't even carry a gun or anything—though I am considered part of the police force at home, but still that is where all the jolly good fun is trying to catch criminals and all that good stuff thank you sir."

Gibbs could see why the police officer he saw earlier was grumbling about the man he did tend to chatter a bit. "Ah if I may…" Gibbs said interrupting the man, who instantly quieted for the other to continue, "What is it that you are called, and where exactly are you from, if you are talking about being part of the police force back home?"

"Ah well I bet you can guess with my accent and all that I'm from jolly good old England, I work out of London, as a detective and I just got some information pertaining to some wanted men back in the UK, and asked if we may investigate here in the old colony. Oh and I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry said with a smile Gibbs nodded arching an eyebrow at how he called the US the 'old colony' but in terms of some British people that is what the US was back then.

"Ok Mr. Potter…"

"Ah please call me Harry"

"Ok, Harry we are going to transport you back to the navy yard and then go over in more detail your alibi and see if that all checks out" said Gibbs.

"Ok, so do I stay here with all the nice jewelry around my wrists or do I get out and follow you and have the nice shinny things taken off?" asked Harry.

Gibbs looked at Harry as he was talking about the hand cuffs around his wrist. "We'll take them off when we get you back to the Navy yard and you are in the interrogation room; as for the ride you are coming with us." said Gibbs. Harry nodded and followed the senior agent to the dodge charger that was parked not too far away.

After about an hour then finally made it back to the Navy yard where Harry was lead to the interrogation room where he waited tell Gibbs showed up, looking around the room in wonder like he had never been in one before though he was a detective. Once Gibbs showed up and Tony and McGee were behind the glass the interrogation started.

It didn't take long for Gibbs to come in with the case folder, and some sheets of paper and photos about the case. As he looked Harry over now he could properly see the teen and was a little shocked at how young the other really looked. Mentally shaking his head he walked over to the other chair and sat down placing the folder in front of him.

Gibbs looked up at Harry who was smiling like nothing was wrong "So, Harry, why are you in the states?"

"I'm looking for some people."

"Are they family?"

"No just some people trying to kill me when I was a child, teen and adult." said Harry off handedly, Gibbs made a mental note to check the man's history.

"Why did they try and kill you?"

"Ah well, there was this delusional madman boss guy they followed and he thought 'I'm taking over the world and this infant is going to instantly stop me somehow so I'm going to kill his whole family and blame it on some poor fool who didn't really have anything to do with their deaths.'"

Gibbs made a mental note to really check the other history and mental stability.

"Ah don't worry thought he was stopped and the whole world was saved." said Harry with a large grin.

Gibbs nodded slowly "Who is the dead marine you were found with?"

"Again like I said, I don't know the bloke, I was just kicked out of my house by my homophobic roommate after trying to teach him his new cell phone but does he appreciate it? No, and so I wondered around for about I don't know couple hours till I got lost and was going to ask this guy where I was and well he attacked me and here I am." said Harry with a smile.

"Still, until we clear your name you are still under suspicion." said Gibbs.

"Oh please, this isn't new; I mean I was charged at the age of twelve for 'trying to kill people.'"

Gibbs made a triple check on the back ground history of this man now.

"Oh and don't get me started on my school…I mean it was run by a guy who was older then dirt and had a disturbing twinkle in his eye and over obsessed with lemon drops!" finished Harry with a pout.

Nodding slowly Gibbs got up, "Ah thank you Mr. Potter we are going to do some double checking on your story and then we will tell you when you are free to leave."

"Aaahhh, if everything does check out which I know it will, can I stay here until my partner comes to pick me up or something?" asked Harry.

Gibbs thought about it for a moment, "let me run it by my boss first." Harry nodded and soon leaned back in his chair and started the wonderful waiting game.

Once Gibbs left the room he was greeted by Tony and McGee, "Tony."

"Checking on his alibi." said Tony as he rushed off to the ball pin to fill Ziva in so she could help.

"McGee."

"Going to go help Abby with his back ground information and any articles pertaining to him from England." said the tech master of the group as he rushed to find Abby.

The hours went by slowly as finally Gibbs and the rest of the team found only basic information about Harry. "It's odd it's like he was there until the age of one where he then lived with his aunt and uncle until they died, and they sent him off to some unknown school where we can't find his schooling records it seems like there is more to Potter then what we first saw." Said Tony as he looked over at the Plasma where it had Harry's picture from when he gave them his London ID.

"Though everything we have turned up shows that what Potter said is true; he is in no way a threat but there was someone trying to kill him when he was younger, since there was a mass murderer who just disappeared around the time of the Potter family's death, until Harry was about the age of fifteen but the killing weren't as bad as they were previously. Then they stopped again when Harry was eighteen." said McGee.

"If this is all the information you have, then there is nothing we can detain him with but I want to keep him under watch, there is a person or persons after Mr. Potter and he asked for our help in protecting him so I want him under 24 hour watch until we can find him either a safe house or catch the culprit who killed our marine and is after Mr. Potter. Now Ms. David if you would go to the interrogation room and get Mr. Potter out and ask him if there is anything he needs at the moment" said Vance as he listened to what the team had to say before turning and heading to his office to prepare to leave since it was about eleven at night and the team and Harry have been up for the past 24 hours working the case and being interrogated.

Ziva nodded and soon left the room to get Harry, and brought him up the ball pin area where Harry took the first unoccupied seat which was at Tony's desk. "Ah is there anything I can get you?" asked Ziva.

Harry shook his head, "no, love I'm good just going to get some shut eye 'ere if you don't mind" he said with a smile.

Ziva nodded and smiled back, "I hope you rest well then" she replied and Harry nodded back. Closing his eyes he wordlessly said a sleeping charm in his mind and soon fell asleep in a few minutes.

An hour later Tony came back to where the others were looking tired beyond hell along with the others and soon saw that Harry was sleeping in front of his computer. "Great, just great how am I supposed to do my work now?" he moaned to himself just as his computer sparked loudly and smoke started to come out of it making everyone jump and rush toward it until it burst into flames effectively waking everyone in the room.

"NOOOOOOO all my high scores where on that machine!" cried Tony.

"Your computer explodes and you're worried about some stupid high scores that you used pointless hours attaining?" asked Ziva.

"Ziva you won't understand they weren't just high scores but they were MY best scores on games like tetras and Mrs. Pac man!" gave a sob from Tony.

"And here I would have thought he would have been more worried over all the work on the case he just lost." said Harry sleepily.

McGee nodded, "Yeah Tony what about all of your work what will Gibbs say about that?" he asked.

Tony went pale as he thought about what his boss would say, turning to the computer engineer he gave a begging look, "Tim is… is there any way to save her?" he asked.

McGee gave him a crazy look. "Are you kidding Tony! Your computer is on fire what the heck do you want me to do about it?!"

"Ah somehow use your magic computer skills to somehow retrieve the data that I was working on?" said Tony with a sheepish smile.

"No way in Hell Tony." said McGee with a dead pan look.

Tony deflated then moaned as he looked over at the charcoal remains of his computer. "What am I going to do now?"

"Go to the other computer at the end of the row and continue your work." said Gibb's voice as he smacked Tony on the back of the head.

"On it boss" said Tony as he quickly went to the end of the row and started the fifth computer up and silently giving a prayer to his lost computer and high scores.

Time passed and when it hit 4:50 in the afternoon and the team noticed Harry was still there, and poking at what used to be Tony's computer, Gibbs finally asked him "When's your partner coming to get you?"

"Right, I knew there was something I was forgetting!" Harry exclaimed, hitting himself in the forehead before pulling out his cell phone. "O-Oh…right. That's what I forgot."

The phone in Harry's hand was completely cracked and the icon with service bars kept flickering between NO SERVICE and one measly bar. Harry cautiously opened his contacts list and found Draco's number.

"Um can I use one of your phones? Mine's being schizophrenic." Harry asked, waving his phone around.

After proving that his phone was in fact on the fritz, he was given instructions on how to use the phone. You know the standard procedure at schools? Dial 9 and then the number. However as he was dialing, Harry managed to push the speakerphone button, so when Draco finally answered the phone…..

"POTTER! YOU GOT ARRESTED?! And what the hell happened to your phone?" Draco screeched.

"Draco baby! How are you?" Harry brightly chirped. "And ah well…arrested is such an ugly word, I prefer to think of it as being escorted with heavy jewelry."

"Only you Potter, only you." Draco growled out.

"Awww don't be like that Draco baby! And uh about the phone….I think it's trying to decide what the best way to commit suicide is. The service bar is twitching so much I half expect the phone to have a seizure." Harry mused, staring at the corner of his phone's screen.

"You're lucky the Agency will give you a new one without charging you." Draco huffed before muttering. "Bloody Potter."

"Oooh a new phone you say? I wonder what your new ringtone should be….."

"POTTER!"

"Oh yeah! You're on speaker Draco baby. I'm sure the whole building is marveling at your impersonation of a Banshee."

"I. HATE. You." Draco growled. "I swear, one of these days I WILL kill you!"

"Awww no you won't Draco baby! You know I'm like a freakishly mutated cat!" Harry cheered.

Pause.

Draco burst into loud laughter [which could be interpreted in modern text as a ROFLcopter.]

"Shut up." Harry pouted. "Anyways I need a ride."

"Not my problem." Draco smirked. "I curbed your arse remember?"

"You'll miss me." Harry cheekily said.

"Hah! Like bloody hell I will!" Draco snorted.

"Wha—But Dracoooooooooo!" Harry pouted.

"Sod off Potter, crash with Larissa if you must." Draco scoffed. "Don't call me again unless it's with an update."

With that, Draco hung up and Harry grumbled about stupid ferrets and their snobby ways. As he grumbled and pouted he looked up to see Gibbs with a quirked eyebrow. It was hard to tell if that was his expression for amused or annoyed…Harry opted to think it was the amused face. Even with his crazy, sheer dumb luck he knew not to piss off muggles with guns.

"Where to go, where to go." Harry mused, swaying side to side in Tony's swivel chair.

"Who's this?" Director Vance demanded as he came down the stairs.

"Detective Potter, at your service!" Harry said with a cheeky salute.

"Detective?" Vance questioned.

"From the UK." Harry nodded; a slight smirk on his face as he fingered his wand holster on his arm. "Got some intel that some of our guys are hiding out here."

"You think they may be involved with our dead marine?" Vance demanded.

"Hard to say. We don't have much information on him yet, besides the guy that attacked me was new. Not part of our intel." Harry shrugged.

Gibbs glared slightly at Harry when he heard this. None of this had come up in the interrogation and he couldn't help but think that while it may be true that the cases were connected, it was probably just a spun story to get out of finding a place to go just yet. It was, but Gibbs didn't know that for sure yet. Either way, it worked as Vance ordered the team to include Harry for the duration of the investigation. And that is how Harry ended up in the graveyard with McGee a couple minutes later going over the crime scene once more.

"Why don't you narrate what happened while we search. That way we can tell what the crime scene looked like before you managed to…utterly destroy it." McGee said, glancing over the ruins of the cemetery.

Harry hesitated for a bit before shrugging and gesturing over towards a demolished patch of tombstones. "Small contained explosion."

McGee gave him a 'No, really?' look, earning a wide-eyed innocent expression from Harry.

"No joke!" Harry protested before pointing once more. "I shot back at him and made him take cover over there."

McGee turned to see an archway shattered to pieces.

"He liked explosives." Harry shrugged when McGee gave him a disbelieving look. "Didn't last long though, he got me with a….a tazer a couple of times. I threw fragments at him when I could."

"He tazed you." McGee slowly said. "How'd you get away from him?"

"Lucky shot." Harry shrugged. It was true after all, he had frantically been casting spells in the Death Eater's direction and it was luck that one of them actually hit him. "Aaaanyways, over there is where the body was."

McGee nodded and headed over to where they had seen the body when they got called in.

"Hey, looks like someone's trashed the place since we processed it!" McGee called to Harry, who had been wandering around scanning for traces of magic. If he got enough of a scan, he could tell who his attacker had been.

"What?" Harry demanded, spinning around, only to see a wizard who had his wand out and prepared to cast. "Shit!"

McGee spun around to see Harry flail backwards and barely dodge, only to get punched hard in the face. McGee pulled out his gun and fired a round at the wizard, only to be hit with a Stupefy [not by the wizard, by Harry…he missed and beat the wizard who was about to cast Avada Kedavra]. Relieved that he just saved McGee's life, Harry [who had gotten back up as he cast Stupefy] missed the wizard stunning him as well. Harry then fell over and landed on McGee, managing to get tangled together. The Death Eater smirked and roughly pulled Harry up, dragging part of McGee with him. As he apparated away, the only thing left in the cemetery that proved they were ever there was McGee's service gun; ironically right where the body was found hours earlier.

AN:Wahahahahahha now fear our mighty power, Anyway people so you know updates will be slow. This is a coop with me and one of my friends from college, and since we are in college homework comes first though we do this to procrastinate from our classes. So please be patient with us and I hope you like it.