July 31, 1994; Potter Manor, North Wiltshire, England
Once again, it was a cause of celebration. His brother, known as the Boy-Who-Lived, was celebrating his birthday. Yes... it was all Nathan's day... but not him. Oh, never poor Harry Potter, who today was also his birthday, having turned only seven years old. All he found was a birthday card, and that was it, and Nathan gets cake, ice cream, his friends from Hogwarts, the Weasleys, his best friend Hermione Granger, and of course gifts he wished he could have.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is a clear sign of neglect, isolation, and rejection. Neglect because he did not get much love because during the time Hogwarts is in session, he would be sent to his abusive relatives whom work him to the bone. Isolation because he was picked on at school while his family were at Hogwarts, his parents the professors, and his older brother a student, and never allowed to leave his small locked up room in the attic while at the Dursleys. Rejection because all he's ever felt growing up to the age of seven was anger, abuse, sorrow, fear, and most of all, no love from a mother or a father.
It would be on this day that young Harry Potter made up his mind. For the past three years he has been thinking again, and again, about running away and never returning, but each time he would go, he would get scared. So, he never left. But now, even he knew when his foolish plan of getting a chance to be celebrated and praised upon would never come. He knew he would never get the love he so desperately wished to acquire, the friendships he desperately wishes to hold onto and lock away within his heart... or being able to hear the words, I love you, Harry.
By the time the party has ended well into the night, and the children are asleep, Harry had since disappeared from Potter Manor and traveling in the direction of London.
Fourteen Years Later...
August 20, 2008; Granger Residence, Kensington, England
It has been fourteen years since Harry disappeared... run away... he hasn't been found, even as Voldemort returned from beyond the grave. Eventually Harry remained lost, but now never forgotten, because James and Lily wished they could do whatever it took to have their missing son back home. In 1997, Nathan had defeated Voldemort for a second time, and this time truly defeated him. Voldemort died in the Final Battle, and all Death Eaters were now imprisoned in Azkaban forever. However, it was nothing to Nathan, because he would not be able to watch a year later as his missing little brother would receive that letter to Hogwarts. He had been dating Hermione Granger for six years, after she broke things off with Ronald when he was caught cheating on her for Lavender Brown (for a second time). Ronald and Nathan were still friends, but things were a bit tense between Hermione and Ron, but the friendship was at least still in existence.
"I can only remember a little bit about Harry... but I just never got to know my own brother more," Nathan whispered. A hand wiped the tears from his eyes, as he gazed into the eyes of his honey brown-haired witch. Nathan came over to his girlfriend's house because he needed comfort. He was thinking about Harry again.
"People make mistakes, Nathan," Hermione told him, "if we ever find him... you can let him know."
"If I ever see him again, I want to be his brother... I want to let him know that I loved him."
Nathan and Hermione were about to kiss, when they heard a banging on the front door. Hermione's parents, Rebecca and David, heard it, but it's Rebecca who answered it. Upon opening it, she would scream horrifically as Nathan and David ran to Rebecca's aid, as she fell to the floor, the bloody from of a Marine agent collapsing onto her, with a large dagger stabbed right into his back.
"Help," he whispered with his last breath before his life perished.
Hermione was pale seeing a man collapse into her childhood home. Her mind quickly made that this man was murdered. David helped his wife away from the body, yelling at Nathan to not touch the body while he went to call Scotland Yard. The door is wide open, it is nearly six in the afternoon nearing night, and there was a dead man sprawled at his front door with a dagger in his back.
The Orphan's Past
Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own NCIS or Harry Potter. To make Harry fit into this whole thing, Harry was born July 31, 1988, not 1981. Also, James and Lily are indeed alive, and it is Nathan Potter, firstborn son of the Potter family, that is the BWL. Harry would be 21 in this story, while Nathan is 28.
And this is where, if this was an episode of NCIS, would be the part where the theme song plays before we dive right into the episode.
Chapter One
August 20, 2008; NCIS Building, Washington D.C., USA
Ziva looked over at Harry from her desk, which said young agent was slowly bringing up a drinking straw. He blew into it, and a rolled up and chewed bit of paper or a spit wad, flew and struck Tony on the cheek. He quickly lowered the straw back into the drawer that was open as Tony looked up in the direction where the spit wad came from, and sees Special Agent Harry Stenson bringing up a folder to place his report in form the case that had been solved no less than four hours ago.
"Harry, stop that," said Tony.
And Harry looked, and fixed his glasses back in place. "What is it Tony?"
"You, you are the problem, Harry," Tony said, "stop throwing spit wads at me."
Harry blinked twice, as Ziva stifled a laugh, as did McGee at his desk.
"Oh what do you mean, Tony DiNozzo?" asked Harry, with an innocent look on his face.
The elevator dinged, and out came Leroy Jethro Gibbs. And just as Tony was about to open his mouth to say something, Gibbs gave Tony his usual smack up the back of the head. Harry smiled to himself, as Gibbs answers his ringing phone on his desk, which was positioned next to Harry's work space and behind the plasma screen.
"Gibbs."
He stays quiet as the Director on the phone continued to talk to Gibbs. His silence also catches the attention of McGee, Tony, Ziva, and Harry. He soon hangs up.
"Okay folks, we got another case."
"What is it this time, boss?" asked Harry.
"London, England. A family saw a vacationing Marne stumble to the front door, bang on it before collapsing inside once the door is answered, dead. Pack your suitcases." He leaves, and enters the elevator.
"So, what about filing the other case?" Harry called to his boss as he walks away.
"When we come home!" he shouted back.
"Great..." Tony lounges back, "no work until we come back from a vacation across the pond, as the British would say."
"Harry, weren't you originally from Great Britain?" Ziva asked.
Harry got quiet, and Ziva looked at him, noticing a sudden shift in his posture, before he got up. "Yeah... can't wait." And he heads not for the elevator, but the public stairs, dragging with him his field kit and his personals.
"That's weird," McGee said slowly.
Tony's brain clicks something weird. "I think he's hiding something."
The door suddenly opened, and a spit wad hit him in the forehead, making Tony to cry out. Now Ziva giggled out loud at the humorous sight.
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The local police from Scotland Yard were the first to arrive to the Granger Residence, as they make a case of it. Upon finding his ID, labeling him an American Citizen, and a Federal Marine, the case was then forward to MTAC, where from there, it gets worked into hands of one Agent Gibbs and his team. It was noon when NCIS would show up at the Granger Residence, where the body remained as was by the open door.
"Are you Gibbs, from NCIS?"
"Yes I am. Special Agent Gibbs. My team: Special Agent and Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo, Special Agent Timothy McGee, Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David, Special Agent Harry Stenson, Chief Medical Examiner Donald Mallard though we call him Ducky, Forensic Specialist Abby Sciuto, and Assistant Medical Examiner Jimmy Palmer."
"Ah, glad to meet you all," the cop said.
"You all know your jobs, go do them," Gibbs orders his team, before heading towards the family that camped outside. There he talks with the head investigator of Scotland Yard who first arrived on the scene, getting a low-down of what occurred.
Harry went about, photographing things that would help in the investigation, before handing the camera to Tony as he is called over, while Palmer and Ducky, both who were asked to go with, went with their kits to examine the body.
"Yes boss?"
"Go with Ziva, and follow a blood trail. If I am right, his attack has to originate from around somewhere here."
"Got it boss." Harry turned around just as Nathan looked up. Nathan blinked, as he saw the young man who had the same mop of raven black hair as his father, beckoning a pretty young muggle woman, who smiled and followed after the guy who had the same hair as his dad.
"So, kid, tell me what you were doing before our dead Marine stumbled into the house," asked Gibbs, startling Nathan.
"Well, the blood train is hard to follow here it seems," said Harry, "our vic was traveling through the lawns. And judging by the dampness of the side streets... I would say most of our trail was washed due to a little rain shower if he also tried to flag down any help from motorists."
"We worked through worse trails before," Ziva reminded the green-eyed agent, who nodded. Back at the crime scene, Gibbs backed away as Nathan suddenly broke what he was saying and ran to two people who came up, the woman with long red hair hugging the red-haired young man.
"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. We're from America," Gibbs introduced himself to the man, who in his eyes had the same hair as Harry.
"I'm James Potter, and I... would guess you already met my son, Nathan," James said slowly, shaking the offered hand briskly, "this is my wife, Lily."
"Of course. Ducky," Gibbs called out, turning to head over to where the dead Marine was.
"Oh, yes Gibbs, according to the liver probe, our victim here died roughly around 0600 hours, uh, London Time. Our friend here didn't die without fighting back, because he has defensive wounds, here and here," He lifted the arms, revealing the gashes made by the dagger in the man's back which had been pulled out, on the hands and around the hands and back wrist area.
"The dagger here is a bit medieval looking, around the 1800s or so, remake or otherwise. It was long enough to even puncture his left lung," Palmer said.
"I managed to find a bit of skin in his fingernails, and I would say that he tried to get away, but gets stabbed in the back, before our mystery assailant decided to hightail it. Poor fellow..." Ducky sighed, as he turned him around with Palmer's help, to reveal more injuries associated with the murder weapon. He then began to talk about the murder weapon, and then slightly went into a description of its historical artifact...
"So, any ID on our victim, Duck?" Gibbs asked, interupting Ducky just as he finished.
"Oh, yes fo course, Jethro. On vacation using the accumulated days to travel with his wife... Scotland Yard is attempting to find her from what I was told by the medicals that responded. He is Staff Agent Ronald Nero."
"Ronald Nero?
"Yes, born in America. Odd last name though."
Gibbs looked back, as Tony came back from the van after photographing all needed, with McGee packing away anything of interest. Just as Harry and Ziva return, a car pulls up, and a young woman stepped out. She gasped, and ran over to the body, shoving past Lily as she collapsed next to her husband.
"Are you Mrs. Nero?"
"J-Juliana..." she started to sob, and Gibbs held her up. The Grangers and the Potters all felt sad seeing the woman cry over her dead husband. The NCIS team felt bad as well, especially since they noticed how round her stomach was. Harry was a quick eye that Ducky respected, because he was able to determine that she was around five to six months pregnant. This was one child who would never be able to know his or her father once born.
"Who would... murder my husband?" she choked out, as Gibbs continued to hug her. From the back, Abby was peeking out from filing away the bagged and tagged evidence.
"We'll find out who did," Gibbs told her.
Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before opening them again when he heard her voice. The voice of his mother.
"Harry?"
Harry looked to the sound, and there stood his family.
"... Mother," Harry whispered, his voice holding neutral emotion. This was quiet a shocking revelation to the NCIS Team.
"She's your mother? I thought you were adopted by Emma?" Ziva asked Harry, making Lily step back in shock.
"I am... I have no relations to these people... not after seven years trying to gain an acceptance of love and recognization. I gave up trying before I ran away and started a new life."
He walked towards the borrowed NCIS Truck they had shipped over along with the flight, and boarded the back, squeezing past Abby and McGee. Gibbs was interested in this. And if Gibbs was interested in it, so was everyone else.
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Harry was driving the van, with Ziva in passenger, and McGee in the back. Following behind was Gibbs driving, Abby in front passenger, and Ducky, Palmer, and Tony squeezed in the back.
"So... Harry... what was that all about?" Ziva asked, curious.
"Nothing, nothing at all... just a past I wanted to keep buried."
He made a turn to where they would be able to have a temporary HQ, which was a building that worked with the federal agents from America and other parts of the world.
"Why? Your mother looked pretty," said McGee.
"ENOUGH!" Harry shouted, "She will never be my mother! Never... how can she be my mother if she never gave me love?"
This was heard on the radio Tony left on in the back, so they all heard Harry's sudden outburst.
"What do you mean she never loved you?"
"She and that man only loved their precious firstborn son, but never me... whenever they left to work at that damn boarding school, where their precious son was enrolled, I was shipped off to Little Whinging, Surrey, to Number four Pivot Drive. My relatives didn't love me either. I grew up on isolation, neglect, and rejection. A jaded and loveless childhood can really chance your view on your world, Ziva... that's why when I turned seven on my birthday, same as their precious son I took what little things I was lucky to own, left that house and never looked back."
He pulled up to the building where they would be working the case for the time being until its mystery was solved. He turned of the vehicle, and grabbed the key before climbing out. He walked around as the others from the second car got out, and he walked past Gibbs as he opened the back, and began to silently help Palmer and Ducky with the stiff body onto a cart he pulled out with McGee's help. Gibbs wanted to know more, but for now, he had a job to do.
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"So, what do you think is the mystery between our little adopted former orphan boy?" Tony questioned aloud.
"Hm, well we all know that Harry's full name is Harry Aran Stenson. He said that he was an orphan living on the streets until a kind American family on vacation picked him out of the streets on a winter holiday, and adopted him after nursing him back to health. That is what we know from him. After he was adopted, he forego his former last name and adopted Daniel and Emma's family name. That also granted Harry an adoptive sibling, Alicia Stenson."
"And you find this out by Google, McGoogle?" Tony asked smiling at his own pun.
McGee however did not. He brought up up what he found on a nearby television flat screen.
"I did some research, and found out this. It's a Missing Persons Report for a Harry James Potter. They had no photo, and the case went dead in less than a year," McGee explained, "However..."
"However," Harry interrupted, stepping into the shared large office room, "In less than a year I was already adopted, became Harry Stenson, and lived with a family that did give me the love my former family could ever give me." He plops down his field kit at his desk, before leaving, "We got a lead from Abby... so I guess only two of you will be lucky to seeing my abusive relatives again. Ziva, Tony..."
The two mentioned agents stood to follow.
"What about me?" asked McGee.
"Go help Abby or something down in the lab the Bobbies are allowing us to borrow."
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While Harry was driving to Surrey, Gibbs parked in front of the now cleaned crime scene, and headed up to the door, and gave it a knock. It opens, and Rebecca showed herself.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"We met already Mrs. Granger... however... are your other guests still here?"
"Uh, no... Nathan left for home with his parents, and my daughter went with them. Is this about... one of your agents?"
"I guess you can say I am curious... Harry has told me that he was neglected as a child, but would not really tell me or the others about it, only that he was adopted by the Stensons after being fished from a snow-filled dumpster he tried to seek refuge in one winter month when he was little."
"I can give you their address," Rebecca told Gibbs, who nods.
It was a bit of a long drive, but they arrived to their destination, where Harry, Ziva, and Tony got out of the parked car. An old-looking woman with many cats looked at them from the window. Tony raised an eyebrow at her and the large amount of cats she had before the curtains closed shut.
"Crazy cat lady next door," Tony tells the two.
"Hn," was Harry's reply, before they knocked on the front door to the Dursley Residence, "Federal agents, is anybody home?"
They heard several locks before the door opens, and the two behind Harry are introduced to a fat-looking man with a walrus-looking moustache.
"And who are-" Vernon Dursley stopped as he caught the green eyes behind the glasses.
"Special Agent Harry Stenson, Petty Officer Ziva David, and Special Agent Tony DiNozzo."
The door slams shut and the locks relock. "GO AWAY YOU FUCKING FREAK!"
"Warm welcoming," Ziva scoffed, before she banged on the door again, "Open up! Or we'll force entry!"
Their response was a gunshot that went through the door, and Harry fell, shot in the right shoulder. Ziva and Tony drew their guns, as the door is opened once again, the chain locks ripping, and Vernon stepped out with his shotgun.
"Get away you freak! I don't want your freakishness contaminating my family!" He shouted, before he saw two guns pointed at him.
"Drop the shotgun now!" Ziva commands. Vernon refused, and tried to kill Harry, but Harry fired his gun, nailing him in the knee. Self defense. He fell in agonizing pain, allowing Ziva to kick the gun away and cuff him (and would be forced to use Tony's as well due to the man's girth), despite the cries and shrieks from his wife, Petunia Dursley. From the back, their son snuck away from the house.
Cut to an hour later, we find Harry, Ziva, and Tony back at their make-shift base, and all bandaged up after giving the bullet removed. "So... I guess you were right about your relatives being abusive. To blankly fire at a Federal Agent is a life sentence for attempted murder... if he murdered you. Thank goodness you are still alive, Harry."
"Yeah but he kept screaming so they had to drug him up, but that caused an aneurism or somethign close to it... died from a cluster of blood vessels in the back of his brain is what they reported."
"There we go, all patched up, but I suggest to not do anything too rough."
"Ow, Ducky that hurts," Harry winced as Ducky gently slapped the tape over the padded and medicated cotton pads.
"Our suspect, Dudley Dursley, was not at the house after the whole mess was dealt with... either he's on the run or he's somewhere else. The woman would not give an answer, but kept calling me a freak."
"So that explains why your hair was wet then," said Ducky.
"She threw a bottle of holy water on me, calling me a witch."
Tony snickered. "You sure showed her. With your mad ninja skills as usual."
Even Harry grinned, when Petunia was double arm-dragged to the ground, and arrested for assault on a Federal Agent, and she was carted off to jail. All for a splash of holy water that she said for all she knew could have been acid... which would have been true if it WAS acid, which it wasn't.
"Where's Gibbs?"
"Needing you to help me interrogate your cousin," Gibbs said, walking into the room, "I got Dudley Dursley. Didn't look where he was going and ran right into my car."
"Did it felt like crashing into a large boulder?" Harry had to ask that. As he walked past Gibbs, he got a smack over the head.
"Actually more like a large mound of chewing gum."
Harry cracked a laugh as the elevator doors closed shut in the hallway outside.
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When the door opened to the interrogation room, Dudley's jaw dropped as Harry walked into the room after the salt and pepper-haired man, the door closing shut behind the green-eyed young man. Gibbs sets down a folder and sits in the chair across from the husky-sized young man, with Harry standing behind Gibbs.
"We have DNA evidence that you were involved in a murder of a Navy Officer, on vacation here with his now widowed wife pregnant at five to six months. We also found fingerprints on the murder weapon impaled into our victim's back, and they trace to you. Now, if you confess, the least you can get is a maximum sentence of 50 to 100 years in a Federal State Prison in America."
"What do you mean?' Dudley said, "I'm sure the freak behind you is framing me."
Harry took a steep back as Gibbs slammed his hands on the table, startling the fat husky mama's boy.
"I would appreciate you not calling my best agent any names, understand? Your father attempted to murder my agent today while en route to escort you here for questioning, and died from an undetected health problem after Harry shot your father in self defense."
"That freak killed my dad!"
"He used a shotgun at me. Luckily it hit me in the shoulder; otherwise he would have gotten the death penalty once tried after transfer with MI6 to America," Harry told Dudley, "in the back of his brain was a cluster of blood vessels that was left untreated because he rarely gone to see his medical doctor. All his screaming in the police van caused him to go into shock because the pumping of his blood and adrenaline caused them to explode while gettign drugged to shut up... thus he died."
"Because you killed him you freak!"
And Harry slammed his good fist onto the table. "AND YOU MURDERED A NAVY OFFICER WHO WAS GOING TO BE AN EXPECTANT FATHER YOU SLIMEBALL!" Harry roared, causing Gibbs to restrain his agent.
"Harry, enough!"
Harry took a deep breath. "We got your DNA on the victim's body, the murder weapon with your fingerprints Scotland Yard was happy to give us due to your past criminal records since I grew up in North America, happily adopted mind you, and you got no where else to turn to."
"Fine... but I killed him because I was told to..."
"By who?"
Gunshot echoed, and Dudley collapsed, bullet to the side of the head. Harry and Gibbs duck and draw guns, as the gunshot came from outside, they rushed to the now broken window, and look outside... they saw no one on the nearby buildings, except hearing some slight chaos form civilians who heard the gunshot.
"Shit," Gibbs cursed.
"Someone silenced our perpetrator," Harry told his boss, "Eerie flash back, boss..."
He was referring to the same fate that had befallen his best friend Kate, before Ziva eventually replaced the woman who Harry saw so much like another sister figure after Ari was foudn and killed. Jumping from a rooftop, a man was shouldering a duffle bag as he escaped. His cell rang, and he answered it.
"Yes boss? Yes... I silenced the brat. He ain't talking now. Of course boss... I'll kill Agent Stenson for you." He hangs up, and disappeared.
I decided to try my attempt at an NCIS and Harry Potter crossover. Just attacking this crososver idea from a different angle and setting. What do you think? I hope I got the characters right... those I have used so far. I like NCIS, and I like to watch reruns if I can. Please tell me what I could use for improvements if I could use anything. Thanks.