So this is the very first story I have ever written. I hope you like it. It was done without a beta, so please forgive any mistakes I made (and let me know if I did).

Also, I do not own NCIS: LA or Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

"Martin A Deeks!"

The loud voice suddenly ringing through the Great Hall penetrated the lovely daydream Marty was currently having , his head snapped up and he let out a loud gasp. Dazed as he was, it took him a few moments to realise that he could hear snickers and badly conceiled laughter erupting around him.

"Mr Deeks, I suggest you start paying attention. You are no longer at home." The same voice told him.

Right. Admited to Hogwarts school for Witchcraft en Wizardry. Way to go, Marty. You haven't even sat down and you've already made a fool of yourself.

In all fairness, the concept of magic was still sinking in. It had not even been two weeks since he heard that magic was real and that he was, in fact, a wizard. Even actually standing here in the great hall was difficult for him to accept. Coming from a non-magic, or a muggle as they call it here, family it had been a shock when he had recieved his letter. It had made his father so angry, he had been locked up in the basement for a full week. He had thought that his son was trying to make a fool out of him. Not that he needs any help for that. That was the good thing about coming to Hogwarts: his father couldn't touch him here.

"Could you please come forward, Mr Deeks? We do not have all evening." By now the voice sounded really impatient. Finally looking up to the source of the voice revealed a rather stern looking man. Long purple robes adorned his body, casually hightlighting his almost bald head. Despite his rather large ears, his face commanded respect and his eyes showed he was used to being obeyed. Mr Owen Granger, professor of charms and righthand man to Henrietta Lange, current headmaster of Hogwarts. Rumour has it he was an auror in a past live. One of the very best. Not a man most people want to mess with. Lucky Marty was not most people.

"Really? And here I was thinking magic was all powerfull." Followed by an earsplitting grin was met with laughter and in some cases disapproving grins, one of the latter coming from the big black kid next to him. Confidently stepping onto the platform, Marty gave a quick but cocky grin to the professor. Who in turn started mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like 'damn brat …'.

Sitting down on the stool provided, he had a momentary view of the complete Hall. The four tables decorated with the house coulours, the enchanted cieling, the rest of the firstyears still standing, even the blackhaired girl with the unusual eyes he met on the train sitting at her table, … All too soon however, the ratty old hat was placed over his head and his world turned to only sounds. Stupid hat. Why do they make it so big if it's only used for firstyear students?

"Hmm, interesting…. You are the fourth one this year and I have a feeling you won't be the last … Looks like Hogwarts will be very interesting for the next few years. I'll be looking forward to what you and the others will accomplish here."

Before Marty could properly process those words and their meaning the same voice boomed: "HUFFELPUF!". Judging by the cheering that erupted after the exclamation, the last part had been said for the entire Hall.

Quickly taking of the hat and giving it to the professor – who for some reason had a pained grimace on his face – Marty ran to the table decorated with yellow and black. Taking a seat between another firstyear and a secondyear, he quickly introduced himself to the people around him. Ray – a thirdyear sitting a bit further down the table – leaned over the table and said:

"Hey! You should have seen the look on Granger's face when the sorting hat said huffelpuf. Classic! Looks like you made an impression, kid."

"I always do. But why would he care if I get placed in huffelpuf?"

"You don't know? He's the head of our house. Everything you do here, will come back to him. Right now he's probably cursing the hat with all his heart."

A cheshire grin slowly appeared on Marty's face. Really? Throwing a glance at the professor, he muttered:

"This school is going to be more fun than I thought."