Hello and welcome to the second chapter of this story. Before we begin I'm going to clarify some things that I think could get confused by accident.
American "Alphabet" agencies knowing about magic – As I mentioned the previous chapter agencies like NCIS and the FBI know about magic primarily because they are federal agencies. They know so that decisions can be made about who takes cases, and being the Major Crimes Response Team Gibbs and his team are well in the know.
Ministry/Goblin regulations – Now this is something that I wanted to elaborate on, but not take up exposition space as that can get boring fast. Now the Ministry law is the same as the goblin one. If you are not the last member of your line, you have your key the instant you learn about magic. However if you have a living father and mother or other direct paternal relative they will hold on to your key until they decide you're responsible enough, or you turn 17 as that is the age of being considered an adult in Wizarding Britian. Whichever comes first. As you know the age of consent is 14 in the UK from what I was able to gather, while here in the US it's 18, so that could also be a factor that can be taken into account. So tl;dr, Dumbledore and Molly were breaking the law by holding onto his key past the day he learned about magic.
The American "Ministry" of Magic aka The Department of Magic – An agent representing this agency will be making an appearance in this chapter explaining this.
Usage of "mundane" rather than "muggle" – This will be explained in the chapter itself.
Guns and magic – Now this I actually had to think quite hard about. Now there is a lot of math and physics involved with firearms. Seriously. I spent at least two hours online and inside forums figuring out different formulas before I said "fuck it" and went to Wikipedia. It probably didn't help that I was drinking too, but meh. The average 9mm Parabellum round exerts around 3-4psi (aprox. 500 foot pounds) on impact after traveling at up to 1400 feet per second, the .45ACP can have up to 4-5psi (aprox. 600 foot pounds) upon impact after travelling up to 1225 feet per second. These don't sound like much, but it doesn't take much to pierce human skin though, now does it? Don't even get me started on the .50BMG, Jesus. With up to 3044 feet per second and up to 92psi (13,310 foot pounds). I mean these things are meant to punch through solid steel; personally I don't think there's anything that could stop that short of an active Protego Maxima. I mean the GAU-8 Avenger's 30mm rotary cannon makes Swiss cheese out of tanks.
Now how I'm going to introduce gunplay against magically armed enemies is as follows. Sustained fire upon a Protego charm will cause it to collapse. This will vary though on the power level of the wizard or witch in question. Dumbledore would be able to deflect/stop more rounds than say Ron. There are a few caveats though: 1) The magical needs to know that they're going to get in a firefight and get their shield up before the shot is fired, 2) The magical needs to imagine their charm like a bulletproof vest or focus their shield more upon vital areas like vital organs and the head. People like Malfoy who think that non-magical weapons are inferior to magic would underestimate someone like Ziva and Gibbs who are both crackshots would take him down in a heartbeat.
I also decided that federal agencies need a leg up on the competition, so therefore they're going to be using a special type of ammunition that will be elaborated on later as I still need to figure out everything about how it would work.
Some other things that I need to state that I didn't in the previous chapter is that Harry IS going to be Out of Character (OOC) during the duration of this fic as will Kelly mainly because she is a character who didn't live past the age of 8 originally, so she's a blank slate for me to work with. I will state that she will be a "daddy's girl" and that I may project my personal music preferences on to both her and Harry. Hey I like my Godsmack and Five Finger Death Punch as well as a few others. Another thing I will note right away is that while Kelly and Jethro are in the same room Harry will call him either by his first name or "Gunny," but when she is not in the room he will call Gibbs by his last name.
In the last chapter I made a derp. I said in the "what if's" that I said Kelly survived the mugging instead of the crash that took her mother. Yeah, I've been watching the entirety of season 3 and in episodes 23 and 24 they tell how she and her mother were supposed to die. That has been fixed in the chapter as I went back and replaced the doc so that's fixed now. Do call me out on these things so I can fix them ASAP.
Before I get too much farther I will respond to your reviews! Huzzah!
geetac: I'm glad that you think that this is good.
anb1338: Another chapter! And as for your second question, I will be answering that in the next chapter, I just need to figure out how that will work exactly.
Kitty Katrona: I'm glad that you like Hedwig's personality. I sort of projected a mixed personality of me along with a good friend of mine, we're both very sarcastic.
DS2010: I wouldn't say that he is completely screwed. Oh he definitely lost face with the international community, but as for the British Wizarding world we have to take into consideration he's been part of their government for the last fifty-some years and could spin off to the rest of his governmental peers that Harry is just a kid who is upset. I will say this, he will get what is coming to him.
idk1444: As I stated in the PM I sent you (which I also wanted to talk about here as well), L.J. Gibbs is aware of magical people and their society, but does not know that Harry is a wizard until the end of the last chapter. I have decided to take a creative freedom and decide that any mail sent to a mundane (muggle) is forwarded through a proxy post office who will fulfill the rest of the letter's journey. Hence the reason why there weren't any owls or other carrier birds delivering letters to Kelly. This only exists outside of Britain though as the other magical communities encourage communication with the outside world, so long as they don't breach the Statute individually crafted for their country. People who know US history will tell you that the Magna Carta helped shape the US and its laws, the same could be said for the British Statute of Secrecy; not everything was taken but it was used as a model.
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Disclaimer: See first chapter for full disclaimer. I own nothing but my laptop and my copy of MS Word.
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"Speaking."
'Thinking.'
"Over the phone conversations."
'Telepathic thoughts.'
[Specific start/stop events]
{Suggested music}
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Hogwarts. November 13, 2005.
Dumbledore sat in his office sulking in rage. His manipulated weapon Harry had made him lose face in the eyes of the British wizarding populace, which he was able to play off as 'teenage rebellion.' However this was not the case for the international wizarding community. The International Confederation of Wizards, which ironically only consisted of European nations and magical city-states, had suspended him as Supreme Mugwump until a proper investigation was held. Yes he was still welcome to the proceedings, but he could not speak for the Confederation but only as a representative of Britain. The other magical communities in Asia, the Americas, and in the Pacific had placed an open invite to the young British self-exile into their countries and their respective premier schools like Tokyo's Yokai Academy (1), the United States' Salem Institute of Magic, Bremen's Bohemian Mage University, Rome's Scuola di magia di Roma, and so many others. He looked at the Daily Prophet's main article for the day's late edition.
Potter Disappears, Magical Britain Searches for Boy-Who-Lived, Public Opinion of Dumbledore at All Time Low
By Rita Skeeter
Of course that bug of a reporter would write an article like this towards him. The Prophet had been Fudge's attack dog since he came into office. Dumbledore set down the rag of propaganda to look at the two members of his Order with a most disappointed expression.
"How did you lose him?" Dumbledore asked.
"We followed the tracker, like you told us to and it lead us to him in muggle London where he was talking to someone named 'gunny', or at least that's what my hearing picked up," a pink haired woman reported.
"He then turned around and saw us, hung up, and mingled in the crowd enough to the point at which we lost him," the black male added.
"Tonks, Kingsley, did you check the other location which he was as well?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well he was still checked into a really fancy hotel downtown. I mean like at least several dozen galleons a night, fancy," Tonks stated. "Kid's got style, gotta appreciate that."
"Inside we found everything he owned as well as a pile of hair, both long and short alike," said Kingsley.
Dumbledore thought, steepleing his fingers, "He will return eventually for his possessions. When he returns for them, bring him back here."
"Why are we doing this again, under Madam Bones' nose?" Tonks asked.
"It's for Harry safety, Ms. Tonks," he replied with a grandfatherly smile with the ever prevalent twinkle in his eye. Little did he know that Harry was well over 4500 miles away getting ready to land.
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Dulles International Airport, 1:02 EST (2)
"Attention passenger and crew, we are beginning our decent. Please fasten your seatbelts," came the voice over the intercom. Harry sat in the luxurious recliner and fastened the belt. A flight attendant came over to check on him before going up to the cockpit. Minutes later the jet glided down to finally land.
The jet then was taxied to the small jet terminal and the pressurized door was opened. Harry undid the safety belt and walked out, but not before shaking the hands of the pilot, copilot, and flight attendant. Waiting for him at the bottom was a golf cart and two sharply dressed men in suits. One had a radio in his ear with a stoic expression while the other had a shimmering silk tie and a dazzling white smile that reminded him of Lockheart.
"Hello Mr. Potter, and welcome to Washington," he said holding out his hand with a North Carolinian accent. "My name is Special Agent Thomas McDonald."
Harry took his hand and shook it firmly. "Are you with-?"
"NCIS? No I am with another agency that wishes to speak with you first. Please, onto the cart please, we need to get you squared away with your passport anyway. Two birds, one stone."
Harry and the agent got on the cart and as it started moving Harry asked, "Which agency do you represent?"
The agent took out a leather wallet and showed him his ID. "I represent the State Department. More specifically a subdivision known only to federal agencies and members of the President's cabinet as the Department of Magic." He tapped the ID with a subtly drawn wand and the words 'State Department' shifted into 'Department of Magic'. "Unlike the British Ministry of Magic we cooperate with the rest of the American government as it was set up by the Founding Fathers themselves. Both Jefferson and Adams were both wizards. They knew that the British Ministry was headed for disaster by completely separating themselves, not even attempting to blend into the larger populace. Out of the entire population of London, about fifty thousand are magical in some way, shape or form. Here we have many, many more either immigrants from other countries, or like you they were persecuted so they left for greener pastures. Sure some have formed close knit communities that are completely magical, but though know how to not expose themselves. The rest of us live in large cities like New York, LA, Chicago, etcetera and the mundies, no offense Agent Jenkins, never notice us unless we intentionally expose ourselves. Did the British Ministry or Hogwarts have instruction on how to blend in?"
"I don't think so. The wizarding community seems to do whatever they want whenever they want at the expense of non-magicals. I was at the Quidditch World Cup and this man and his family were Obliviated an innumerable amount of times, the owner could barely formulate sentences."
"There are so many other ways to host such events. We held it once a few decades ago in Yellowstone, we closed off the area for 'mountain lion attacks' and threw redirection wards around the entire area, no one even knew we were there. I believe that was during Reagan's term, lowest taxes during his entire tenure thanks to that tournament," he chuckled.
They arrived at a building that had a parking lot on the other side. "So what are we doing here?"
They walked inside into an office. Tom gestured for him to sit down before closing the door behind him. "Well we have about fifteen to twenty minutes until your escort shows up if the guys in Public Works did as requested and messed with the traffic lights. We, like many of the intelligence agencies do, read upon events abroad. One of the ways we do this is though subscriptions to foreign newspapers to our embassies who then forward them to us. Take a look at today's late edition of the Daily Prophet," he said handing Harry the paper he knew was garbage. On it was a story about his open letter to the students and staff of Hogwarts and his disappearance as well people questioning him whether he was a coward or not. "We know it is propaganda, we want to know what they're leaving out."
Harry rubbed his head, "Well I know for sure I'm not a coward. In the article they don't mention my claim of Dumbledore manipulating me or others nor my suggestion for other muggleborns."
"Mundaneborn or First Gen," the agent interrupted.
"Sorry?"
"Sorry I thought you knew. I knew Wizarding Britain was prejudiced but-," he whistled. "-not that bad. Calling anyone 'muggle' is akin to calling an African American man the N word. Yeah they take it just as seriously. Funny story on that. Years ago when I was in attendance of the International Interschool Quidditch Tournament; it's sort of like the NCAA tournament, but for high school kids but only happens once in every four to five years. I was only a freshman at the time but during the final four matches there was this really cute Aussie with blonde hair and that accent-," he realized he was getting off topic. "Anyway. This guy was some blonde douche from London with girly long hair and asks what family this girl is from, she says she's the first of her family to be magical, he calls her a muggle mudblood, and she punts him in the nads. Absolutely hilarious. Anyway, where were we?"
"My suggestion to the rest of the First Gen magicals."
"Ah, yes. Please do continue."
"They didn't mention it in the article, but weird things have been going on over the years, last year included, that Dumbledore has covered up for one reason or another." He pulled out a small notepad, "I had a lot of time to think on the flight. First was my first year with the Philosopher's Stone created by Nicolas Flamel, why was it that it was stored in the castle instead of some extremely hard to get to place where anyone with a first year's or above school level could get past? Why wasn't the school shut down second year when a Basilisk was running rampant that was petrifying students that looked at it indirectly but could kill with direct eye contact? In third year my so called 'murderer' godfather escaped an escapable-," the agent snorted a small laugh. "-prison that he was unjustly sent to with no trial to find and kill the real betrayer of my parents while abiding by the oath he took to protect me."
The agent straightened up, "He took an oath to become your godfather? Of course, the Godfather/Godmother Ritual. Those are usually recorded and witnessed by at least one or two other people to ensure chain of custody if something happens to the parents."
"Sirius told me that Alice Longbottom was there to complete the Godmother Ritual as well as… Dumbledore. He would have known," Harry sat back in resignation. "He knew all along."
"Was there anything else that you noticed in particular that we don't already know?"
"Well I supposedly entered a tournament that I never signed up for. An age line would have prevented me from crossing and putting my name in myself, and I made sure to stay at least fifty yards away from the thing, I kept getting vibes all week long about that thing. The night that the names were selected was the closest that I was to the thing the entire thing and someone planted my name in order to kill me indirectly."
The agent's phone rang and answered it, "Yes?" He listened for a few seconds. "Tell Special Agent McGee that the young Mr. Potter will be out in just a minute." He closed his cell before turning his attention to Harry, "Do you mind if I make a copy of your notes?" Harry nodded. Agent McDonald pulled out a mahogany wand with an unknown core and cast, "Gemino." At once the notebook separated like a cell during mitosis, he then placed the copy in his jacket. "The Secretary of Magic thanks you for your cooperation. Your passport please." Harry handed over his recently printed passport and the agent who stamped it. "Well Mr. Potter, welcome to the United States of America," he said with a smile while handing it back. Harry walked out of the office to see a man in a tan suit coat.
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[Flashback]
Thirty minutes earlier, NCIS.
"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?" Gibbs asked. "First Abby's lab nerd frames DiNozzo for murder, and then McGee kills a cop. Did somebody break a mirror?"
As Tony and Ziva left the bullpen, Tony grimacing. "Boss, can I go with Tony and Ziva? An extra set of eyes might help," McGee asked in an attempt at some normalcy.
"No, Metro PD is out to get you. If you find the bullet, it's compromised evidence." Standing up he shouted to Tony at the elevator, "Hey DiNozzo, while you're there ask if anyone saw Benedict in the area last night."
"Got it," Tony replied.
"What should I do?" McGee asked in resignation. (3)
"I need you to run an errand. There's a kid arriving, a friend of Kelly's, named Harry at Dulles's private jet terminal. He's running from a senile old man who wants to kill him for whatever reason. Pick him up and bring him here. After you get back find that SUV," Gibbs replied before pounding at his keyboard.
[End flashback]
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As Harry looked at the suited man he held a sign that said 'Harry' on it. He could also tell he looked a bit, he couldn't place his finger on it, but nerdy though he didn't necessarily look it, but he did give off that vibe.
"Are you Harry?" he asked.
"Depends who's asking," Harry replied.
"Sorry," he said pulling out his ID. "Special Agent Timothy McGee, NCIS."
"Then I am Harry." Harry extended his hand, which Tim shook.
"Do you have any luggage?" Harry shook his head 'no.' McGee escorted Harry out to the Charger outside. "You can take shotgun if you like." They started driving down the highway before McGee asked, "How do you know the boss?"
"About six years ago he did a seminar for the sniper school for the SAS and British Army. I met him, Kelly, and Shannon as they rented the house next door to us while the owners were out on Holiday for the summer."
"Who's Shannon?"
"Shannon Gibbs. Kelly's mother." Seeing the blank expression on McGee's face Harry said, "He didn't tell you then. Forget I said anything about her. That's their story to tell, not mine. However the three months I spent with them was wonderful. My abusive aunt and uncle feared what Gibbs would do if they touched me."
"You had abusive relatives? Why didn't you report it to the police?"
"Who said I didn't? I tried whenever I could get to the phone. Gibbs did several times before he told me I could stay at their place any time I wanted to. We both think someone was doing something behind the scenes that prevented the police from doing their jobs."
"You thought there were dirty cops?"
Harry shook his head, "No, it was more like it was the first time they ever got the call. The three times that Gibbs called them he showed them my sleeping area, which was no bigger than a broom closet, and though my aunt and uncle were arrested they were always let off only hours later. The arresting officers always had this glazed look in their eyes, like someone was controlling them like a puppet."
"Only a few things can do that. The Confundus will make the target confused about what they saw or heard, an Obliviate would have wiped the memory completely allowing a new one to be suggested, but glazed eyes is typically a sign of the Imperius," McGee said offhandedly without thinking.
Harry blinked a few times before his brain rebooted to think about what he just heard. "I'm sorry, did you just say Confundus, Obliviate, and Imperius?"
"No?" Harry raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "I think Gibbs would be the best to explain that."
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NCIS, Navy Yard.
Close to a half hour later Harry and McGee were driving into the Navy Yard. Walking inside the building they had to go through metal detectors. It was then Harry remembered his knife. "Umm Tim, can you hold on to something for me?" Harry asked.
"Depends on what it is," McGee replied.
"I just saw on the sign that weapons on those who aren't agents is prohibited. I have a knife on me," Harry replied meekly.
"And why do you have a knife?"
"Rule number nine."
"Gibbs told you his rules?"
"He gave me one of the two written copies when he left. And a knife."
Seeing that they were next to be scanned McGee relented, "Fine. But if we get in trouble, I blame you."
"Next," the security guard stated. McGee took Harry's knife and put it in his pocket, he then walked up and flashed his badge and walked around the scanner. Harry walked up to the guard, "Please put anything that's metal into a tote and send it through the scanner." Harry took out any pocket change he had, along with the shrunken chest that contained his entire wardrobe with the change as it looked like a toy to anyone who didn't look hard enough. "Step on through." Harry walked through slowly. As he did a silent alarm went off that the guard saw. "Sir, did you remove every item that could set off a detector?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Coins, keys," he leaned closer and whispered, "a wand?"
"How did you-?" Harry asked.
"We wouldn't be a federal agency if we didn't know. Please hand it over," the guard firmly asked with his hand out. Harry handed it over and the guard turned around and muttered, "Maple with a Thestral tail hair, interesting (4). Revelio Originis," he cast. Small holographic letters appeared over the wand. "Created by Antioch Peverell for one Ignotus Peverell. Currently bonded to a Mr. Harry Potter, direct descendant of the latter. Last three spells used: two Obliviates in the last twenty-four hours, one Protego three hundred years ago." He handed the wand back to Harry, "Please keep this in its holster at all times within the building."
"I will," he replied placing it back inside his coat pocket.
McGee led Harry over to the elevator and when inside McGee said, "Well that was unexpected. Another member of the secretive community hiding in plain sight."
"More importantly, how do you know?" Harry asked suspiciously. "Are you part of it too?"
"No…" McGee trailed. "I think Gibbs would be the better person to explain that than me." The rest of the very short elevator ride was spent in an uncomfortable silence until the doors finally opened to the bullpen. McGee looked confused for a second. "Gibbs must have gone down to Abby or Ducky, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. I have to get back to work, but you can take Tony's seat until he gets back," he gestured to the desk across from his.
"Do you have a book or something I can read?" Harry asked, sitting in DiNozzo's chair.
"Do you like crime thrillers?" McGee asked as he sat in his chair.
"I've read one or two over the years I've hidden myself in the library."
Tim opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a novel titled 'Deep Six'. "Well I happen to have an advance copy of the new novel by Tom E. Gemcity if you're interested," he said walking over to Harry, holding the hardcover book out which he then took.
"Tom E. Gemcity? Nice anagram," he said opening the book and started to read the first page.
McGee looked dumbfounded, "How did you-?"
"There was a psycho that killed my parents named Tom Marvolo Riddle, who rearranged his name to create the misnomer 'Voldemort' with extra letters to spare an 'I am Lord' as well," he said turning the page. "I have the idea you don't want anyone knowing, your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," McGee replied with disbelief before he got back to work.
A few hours later McGee was called elsewhere to do whatever. Harry kept reading the book to pass the time. Eventually jetlag caught up to him and he passed out in the middle of a chapter. While Harry was snoozing away, unaware of his surroundings other than that it was safe, Tony and Ziva arrived.
They both walked to their desks, it wasn't until Tony walked into his workspace that he noticed that there was a teenager in his chair. "Ziva, why is there a kid at my desk?"
Ziva set her bag down at her desk before looking over to Tony. "Maybe he's a new intern," she replied.
"We don't hire interns that aren't in college."
"Perhaps he was delivering your doughnuts as a part-time job and ate all of them waiting for you," she laughed.
"Ha ha, Ziva." He nudged the kid in his chair.
"Damn jetlag," he mumbled. "How long was I out?" He looked at his wristwatch, "Seven hours?"
"Who let you in here, and more importantly why are you at my desk?" Tony asked.
"McGee was sent to pick me up from Dulles and let me sit here until Gibbs got back. And why is me being at your desk more important than me being here in the first place?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You have a British accent, similar to Ducky," Ziva stated.
"Ducky? You mean Dr. Mallard in autopsy?"
"You know Ducky?" Tony asked.
"By word of mouth only through letters that Gibbs' daughter sent me."
"Now how did you meet Gibbs?" Tony leaned in.
"That's none of your business, DiNozzo," Gibbs said as he came into the room going straight to his desk. "Anything in the alley?"
"Nothing so far, boss. We're going to go back first thing in the morning to rescan the alley."
Gibbs then turned his attention to Harry, "Harry, it's nice to see you again. You've gotten a bit taller."
"And your hair has gotten a bit greyer," Harry replied with a grin. Tony anticipated a head slap to the teen's head, only to hear Gibbs laughing.
"If you had been born States-side twenty years ago I would have sworn that you were DiNozzo's long lost brother. Jetlag?"
Harry rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, it sucks nobs."
"Eaten anything yet?"
"Not since an hour after the plane took off."
"Let's get you to my place. I'm pretty sure Kelly has already made something, she got a recipe from the cookbook from her Home Ec. class and wanted to practice making it," Gibbs said as he led Harry out to the elevator.
"She still playing piano?" Harry asked as the doors closed. 'Hedwig, meet us at Gibbs' place.'
'I'm already there,' his familiar replied. 'And yes, I'm out of sight.'
"Still is and has gotten better since you last saw us. And I'm pretty sure she's looking forward to seeing you again." Gibbs led Harry to his car and they drove towards 'Casa del Gibbs'.
Back in the bullpen Tony asked the rhetorical question, "Just who is this Harry kid?"
To be continued…
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And there we go, another chapter down. And before we get down to some post chapter notes for next time, I got the footnoted areas down below.
1. This is sort of a reference to Rosario + Vampire, it's not literally a monster school, but they are welcome.
2. Trust me when I say this, this took a lot of researching on the net to ensure accuracy. So according to travel the flight via commercial airlines if he left at noon on Nov. 13, 2005 would arrive in DC at 1:45 local time. The flight would take approximately 6 hours, 45 minutes; however he would be passing through 5 time zones, so we subtract 5 hours from the travel time arriving at him arriving at 1:45 EST. According to the Gulfstream official website the G450 model was produced in 2004, so therefore would be available for Harry to charter in 2005. The top speed is Mach .88 (669 mph) which is faster than commercial jets and also is confirmed to have a range of 4350 nautical miles. After doing some math the 3674 miles (not nautical) divided by the cruising speed for long distance travel of 608.965 (Mach .80) as confirmed by Gulfstream's site for the G450 would take approximately 6.03 hours to complete the one way journey; so Harry's official arrival time is at 1:02pm EST.
3. Those lines? Directly from the episode "Probie." All hail the treasure trove that is Netflix.
4. According to the Harry Potter wiki maple is used in wands which portray adventure or a wandering nature, and thestral tail hair has only been used by Antioch Peverell and that ingredient can only be used to make wands by one who has seen death.
Ok so a few things before I leave you hanging, waiting for the next chapter. First up is I have another HP/NCIS fic in the works that involves time travel, an alive Potter family, Harry adopted under a different name, and a possible Abby x Harry pairing. If you're interested follow me and you'll know when it goes up as I still have to finish the pilot chapter as there are a lot of variables to take into consideration including what date do I send him back, where will he live, and what life will he live prior to joining NCIS. Lots of things to think about.
Another thing that I have considered is renaming the story itself, something that I can do easily in the story manager on the site. So during the break between chapters I will take suggestions on what to name the story. So far I do have a few ideas but they're still in the brainstorm department. So as of now either include in a PM or review a title that I can use. The winner will have their title used and will have credit given to them. In the third chapter I plan to display every suggested title and let you guys vote on them. One vote per user, guest users I am putting you guys on an honor system so please only vote once the titles go up.
Another thing I am asking of you guys is that I am considering buying a new car, however I have no idea what to get. So I am asking anyone on this site who has ever purchased a car for suggestions on makes and models of cars, preferably something that gets good gas mileage and will last a decently long time.
Next time: Harry reunites with his old friend Kelly, Gibbs questions Harry about Dumbledore, Dumbledore searches fruitlessly for Harry, and the first task approaches.
Until next time!