Temperance bent down to examine the bodies. There were 4 of them. A family; the children were young; the eldest may have been 15 at the most.

"So what's the story?" Booth stepped up to the bodies.

"I'm not sure," she stared down the bodies, "They all have significant bone damage. Some of which I can see exhibited by these large gaping wounds in their torsos and others I can't like these fingers which I believe to be broken."

"Both of the parents are between the ages of 40 and 45," she moved to the children, "The eldest daughter is at least 16 and the youngest is around 8 or 10."

All the bodies showed signs of broken bones, but what were most striking were the softball size holes in them. There were at least two to each body.

"Whoa!" Hodgins entered the kitchen, "What happened here? Looks like I just walked into a game of Dungeons and Dragons."

"Still trying to figure that out," she glanced up at him and then turned to Booth, "I sent photos of each of the family members to Angela."

"And?"

"No word yet on who they are," she turned the head of the father, "Tell Angela she won't find them in the database."

"Why's that?" Booth looked confused.

"Because this family is European not American," Brennan looked up at him.

"Would that explain the robes and sticks?" Booth laughed.

"What the hell killed this family?" asked Cam walking into the examine room.

"We haven't had time to figure that out," Temperance said. She and Clark examined the wounds.

Cam put on gloves and walked over, "These holes are identical on each of the bodies," she measured each, "I could put my whole arm through them."

"Whatever caused the wounds burned the arteries and veins because there were no signs of bleeding," said Clark.

"Could they have been killed somewhere else and moved?" she looked up.

"No," Brennan stated, "And whatever the murder weapon was also sliced directly through the bone. There are visible burn marks on the ribs here."

"Alright well I'll do an autopsy and get the bodies back to you as soon as I'm done," stated Cam continuing to examine the youngest member of the family.

"What a horrible way to die…" she muttered.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth?" Booth turned around to see a tall dark haired man walking towards him.

"Yes?" he looked the man up and down.

"My name is Harry Potter. You and I need to speak in private immediately."

The others in the group took notice of the strange man who walked without hesitation straight into the Jeffersonian and right up to Booth.

"Who is that?" asked Angela.

"I dunno," Hodgins looked over the top of his computer and studied the man.

"Are you serious?" Booth laughed at the man, but Harry wasn't laughing and he sat and stared at Seeley.

"Seriously?" Booth looked at him, "I mean wizards and witches. That family was killed by dark magic?"

"Yes…" Harry stated, "I know this is hard to believe, but we exist hidden away from your world for this very reason. Those bodies need to be turned over to the Ministry of Magic immediately. The Minister has already contacted the head of the FBI."

"Wow," Booth looked at him, "You're not kidding, but I can't give them over to you or this Ministry you're talking about. Those bodies are property of the United States Government."

"You put yourself, everyone you love and the people of this institution in great danger."

Booth stepped away from the desk, "Are you making threats, Mr. Potter?"

"No, Special Agent Booth," he glared, "I'm stating facts."

"What's going on in here?" Cam, Temperance, Angela and Hodgins walked into the office.

"Mr. Potter here will tell you," Booth pointed to Harry.

"My name is Harry Potter. I am the Head of Auror Department. We were informed of the murders that took place last night, but when we arrived we had discovered the bodies had been taken and we were directed here," he stated, "That family was not killed by any weapon you are familiar with. They were killed by dark magic. By a very dark wizard."

"Excuse me?" Cam cocked an eyebrow.

"Wizards? Dark magic?" Hodgins laughed, "This is too good to be true."

"I am here to take the bodies back to the Ministry. We thank you for your efforts, but your services are no longer needed."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Cam cut in, "You can't take these bodies. This is now an ongoing murder investigation."

"Yea good joke Mr. Potter, but you haven't fooled anyone," smiled Angela.

"This is no joke," he stated, "I know this is hard to believe, but I am telling the truth. My Auror's are now on their way. Your superiors have been informed."

"These bodies aren't going anywhere," stated Temperance, "Booth tell him…"

"I've tried," he replied.

"Prove you're a wizard," Hodgins crossed his arms.

Harry sighed and nodded to the couch in the office which burst into flames, but didn't burn. Everyone stood back both horrified and transfixed. And then the flames were gone and the couch stood completely intact.

"Release the bodies," Dr. Goodman entered the room followed by four other people.

"I believe they belong to you, Mr. Potter," he stepped back and let them step into the office.

"Yes thank you," he smiled.

"You can't be serious," said Angela with a sigh, "What will the Ministry do with the bodies?"

"We know who the murder is," stated one of the Aurors, "Now we just need to figure out the spell that was cast."

"And who are all of you?" Cam looked at them.

"These are Aurors under my command," Harry stated, "Sybilla De Thorp," she was an average height woman with short red hair cut into a bob, "Tor Bodvar," he pointed to a rather stout bald man who was very well built under his robes, "Silban Osric," he pointed to another man who much younger than the others, "And Mads Blood my 2nd in command," Mads even with a man's name was a woman. She had strawberry blonde hair that was cut short, it was untamed, but the way she dressed wasn't. She wore had on a 3 piece suit, but Angela could spy tattoos on her and noticed a few piercing on the young woman.

"I thank you for your time," Mads stated, "But we'll be taking the bodies back now."