All Harry Potter wanted was to be normal. He hated the spotlight, and it seemed that it was where he was destined to stay. After the fight for Hogwarts, Harry wanted to settle down and maybe finish his last year of school. Instead he did what everyone expected of him and joined the Aurors in their fight against what remained of the Death Eaters and Voldemort's followers.

But he had had enough fighting. Since age 11 that was all his life had been. After three years and more scars he quit and began pursing something that he wanted for himself, and not what everyone else wanted for him. Returning to Hogwarts, he began an apprenticeship under Madam Pomfrey to learn Healing. He already had a basic understanding of Healing due to his numerous trips to the Hospital Wing.

When he had learned everything he could, he went to work at St. Mungo's. They took him on, but it was under the agreement that he goes back to Hogwarts to get his N.E.W.T.s done for the courses Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts getting an E in all of them. After that, he attended a Muggle medical school in the States.

As a certified Healer and now an M.D., Harry received a job offer from NCIS. In order to further separate himself from the British Wizarding World, not wanting attention to find him, he asked Minister Shaklebolt to make him a false I.D., and he adopted an American accent.

The two men circled a dead body as Ducky took a breath. "Notice the signs of hematoma on the victim's face and upper torso."

Jimmy nodded, and spoke into the recorder he was holding. "Notice the signs of hematoma on the victim's face and upper torso."

Ducky continued, "He was beaten before he was murdered."

Jimmy repeated, "He was beaten before he was murdered."

Ducky, "Well before."

Jimmy, "Well before."

Taking a deep breath and looking at Jimmy, Ducky simply stared. Jimmy smiled back, ready to move on. Then he got the hint.

He looked at his recorder. "It's bothering you."

The Medical Examiner looked at the recorder. "I was going to suggest you could leave the recorder next to me. That way you don't have to repeat everything I say."

Jimmy chuckled nervously, "Good plan, doctor."

Then he set the recorder next to the dead man's head. Ducky looked down at the body. "Yes, note the variations in color of the bruises. These were inflicted on several different occasions within the past three to four weeks."

Examining the body, Jimmy tuned Ducky out. He hated playing dumb, but he didn't want to give everything away. He was supposed to be fresh, young, and naïve; not war-hardened, and, as everyone says, wise beyond his years.

Ducky spoke on, unaware of his partner's musings. "Additionally, the bruising is not only uniform, but there are no indications of any points of acute trauma."

Then Jimmy's phone went off. He ignored it, and Ducky spoke again only to be interrupted by the phone. "Such as would have occurred from the contact of bare knuckles on unprotected skin. I believe further examination will reveal the victim was a student of the sweet science."

Jimmy's phone continued to go off as they spoke. "Sweet science…" Jimmy echoed.

Ducky elaborated. "A pugilist, if you will."

Jimmy nodded, "He was a boxer!"

Ducky agreed, "Precisely. Well-I, ah... do you want to get that?"

Looking up, sheepish, he asked, "Can I?"

With a nod, the younger man reached for his phone. "Mom?"

When he was out of earshot, he sighed deeply, "Yes, Kingsley?"

A deep voice responded, "Harry, your friends have noticed that they are unable to contact you by owl or Floo."

With a snort he responded, "It only took half a year."

Kingsley made a noise of agreement, "Would you like me to give them your cell phone number?"

Jimmy thought on this for a moment. "No. Tell them where to find me, but I don't want them trying to call me every five minutes."

Kingsley hung up with a short goodbye, and the brunette ran a hand through his dyed hair in frustration.

As he re-entered the lab, Ducky crossed his arms and asked, "Now, if I was a younger man, I would be more easily fooled. The fact that I am not, means it would take a great feat to hoodwink me. Tell me, Mr. Palmer. Who are you really?"

Jimmy gestured for Ducky to take a seat, which he did. Leaning against the autopsy table where the soldier was, he spoke, "Why, Dr. Mallard, should I tell you?"

Ducky quoted, "When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. You, my boy, have fought against many battalions. More so than a person your ripe age should have."

Jimmy smiled, "I've gained an appreciation for Shakespeare. He has a particular insight into life that only a person like him could convey through sex jokes. Dr. Mallard, I've observed Gibbs, and he seems to be a man of many secrets such as myself. I trust you will keep mine as well as his?"

Dr. Mallard, held up a hand, "You have my word as a proper Englishman."

Harry tousled his own hair, and reverted to his British accent. "Then we'll start at the beginning. I don't want to give everything away, but you'll get the general idea. My name is Harry Pott-"

With a gasp, he was cut off, "I remember you! The boy whose parents were murdered… but you're supposed to be missing."

Harry smiled, "Even in the Muggle world... Have you heard of Hogwarts, or anything odd-sounding like that?"

Ducky nodded slowly, "My niece went there. She's a witch. If I am right, she would have graduated 10 years ago."

Harry tilted his head, "Just out of curiosity, who is your niece?"

Ducky responded, "Luna Lovegood. Bit of an odd girl."

Harry rushed forward and knelt in front of the doctor. "Have you talked to her recently? Luna is… was… one of my best friends!"

Setting a hand on Harry's shoulder, Ducky smiled, "She's exceptional."

Harry smiled, "That makes this a lot easier. I left Britain to come here and study medicine. Left everything behind, and got a new life. I was the boy who fought a war over there, but here I can be clueless James Palmer."

Ducky and Jimmy spent the next few days swapping stories. Ducky about the different places he's treated people, and Jimmy about being a celebrity. They found a lot of common ground.