DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER OR NCIS! I MAKE NO MONEY OFF OF THIS!
The Dursley family was as normal as any could be. A father with a good job that provided for his family, though he did look like a giant whale, a mother who doted on her only child and took care of the house, never mind that she looked like a stick with legs, and finally a son who was a carbon copy of his father, though he did like to beat up the other children.
So for all appearances the Dursley family was very normal, but they had one secret. A nephew who, at the age of one, had been left on their doorstep after having watched his parents being murdered in front of him. While the child normally wouldn't have caused a stir, the fact that he was not as 'normal' as the Dursley's led them to distrust and hate the small babe.
Their nephews name was Harry Potter and he was an orphaned wizard. After watching his parents die at the hands of a madman, he was left with his aunt and uncle. His room was a cupboard under the stairs, he was never allowed toys, not even the ones his cousin broke and through away. The only clothing he had was his cousins' hand-me-downs much to big for him. But that was all about to change.
Harry watched as his relatives hurried to pack all the stuff they were taking with them to the states. Harry was all packed, all his stuff crammed into a small duffle bag. He was happy he was allowed to go, even though he knew he would have to stay in the hotel room and would probably have to carry most of the luggage, he found he didn't really care.
The Dursleys weren't happy at having to take their freak of a nephew, but they couldn't see any other chose. All their babysitters had canceled on them and they couldn't allow him to destroy the house by leaving him there so they had to quickly get him the cheapest ticket they could on such short notice. It still cost them three hundred pounds. Oh well, they would just take it out of his food rations, a week should do it.
Harry watched excitedly as he and the Dursleys prepared to board the plane. They headed for first class while he tried to find the gate for his third class seat. It didn't take long before he got lost.
AN: Should I continue, or Delete it?