Ok so I know that I haven't updated my other story but I my plot bunny up and died on me so sorry for those that liked how that story was going. Now this story is a lot different but it's something that's been on my mind for a while so enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or NCIS if I did I would be in Japan relaxing there so HA!
The Unknown Uncle
Chapter 1
The trip back to King's Cross was sunny and bright with nary a cloud in the sky. As Harry looked out the window he thought about the things he could have done differently at the Department of Magic. 'I should have listened to Hermione. I should have remembered the mirror that Sirius had given me for Christmas but no but I had to do the bloody Gryffindor thing and rush in feet first. Bloody hell I'm an idiot.'
As the train pulled up to the station all Harry wanted to do was get to his so called family and go but as he got off he saw most of The Order there. Mrs. Weasley rushed to the young ones and grabbed them in one of her infamous hugs. "Are you all alright? I was so worried when Arthur told me what happened."
Harry rolled his eyes as he heard that. "We're fine Mrs. Weasley. Madam Pomfrey cleared us all but Ron and I still have a potion regimen to take for the next few weeks is all." Hermione told her as Mrs. Weasley let them go to see them properly.
As Harry looked on he noticed Professor Lupin come up to him and gave him a reassuring hug. "The pain will never go away but it will dull until all you have left is fond memories of him."
Harry sadly smiled at those little words. "Thanks Professor Lupin."
"Please call me Moony. I'm not your professor anymore." Lupin told him.
"Well Potter, let's get going." came the gruff voice of Moody as he limped towards them.
"What do you mean sir? Where are we going?" Harry asked in confusion.
"To talk to those relatives of yours." said Mr. Weasley.
"I don't think that's a good idea Mr. Weasley." Harry said.
"Nonsense Harry; Just leave them to us, okay." Mr. Weasley said as put a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder.
'This is not going to end well for me when I get back to the house. So much for my summer of relative peace.' thought Harry.
Sorry that this is a short chapter but I got a little stuck on where to go from here. I know pathetic right, but that's life so no complaining. Anyhow I need a beta for this story so if anyone would like to volunteer I'd be much obliged.