So instead of an actual story, I've decided to do a collection of oneshots. Each one will be about a team-member's toughts during the sorting and a bit about their history. I might decide to make an actual story out of this at a later date, but for now I haven't really found the inspiration yet.

I want to thank anonkp, RHW, Guest, Marcy and Cheryl for reviewing. I didn't really expect it to be so nice when people comment on your work!

I don't own NCIS: LA or Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

She had always heard the stories. Not that she believed them in her later years, but her dad had always told her stories about magic and places of wonder. Meals that cooked themselves and people flying on broomsticks. To her childish mind it had sounded so real. A place where everything was possible.

When she was seven she started to question those stories, asking her dad if they were real and if she could become a witch as well when she grew up. He had told her a secret then. He told her he was a wizard and that one day she too would be able to use magic. At the same time he had told her that he had given up on magic. He had chosen to lead a magic-free live and live as a muggle. A choice he had made before she was even born, he said. One day, when she was a bit older he would tell her why. But not now she was to young to understand.

Unfortunatly, he never got to keep his promise. He died when she was nine. Murdered. The culprit was never found. The police wouldn't tell her anything when she asked, even begged. Not even her father's collegues would tell her anything. Not even about his work.

With her mother long out of the picture and her father dead, Kensi ended up on the street. Her dad had left money for her at Gringotts, but since she had no idea how to get to it or even who to ask, she had no way of reaching it. The money from the muggle world – and she knew there was at least some – had vanished with her father's murder.

Live on the streets was hard. Every day was a new struggle to survive. Sometimes she got lucky and could stay in a shelter, but she always left those when people started to ask to many questions. The stories her father had told her about the magic world became somewhat of a dream. She both hoped they were true like her father had said, while at the same time despising herself for wishing they where. As time progressed, the stories became nothing more than memories. Precious memories of better times.

That was until the summer she turned eleven. She had found a place to sleep in a small alley. The weather had been very good for the last week and she had been getting decent amounts of sleep. This morning she woke up to discover an owl sitting not even two inches from her face, it's eyes looking staight into hers.

Startled, she scambled up and back until her back hit the wall behind her. Getting over the strange event quickly, she observed the creature. It was a small church owl. It's brown and white feathers looked a bit ruffled, but otherwise it seemed tob e content just sitting ther watching her. Very unusual to see them here, especially at this time of the day.

That's when she noticed it's legs. One of the legs had a letter attached. Really, somebody still uses birds like this? The letter was adressed to her. Cautiously, she reached out to the letter. When the owl made no move to stop her, but in fact seemed to lean closer to give her better acces, she gingerly untied the letter. As soon as the letter was of it's leg, the owl streched its wings and took of. Opening the letter, she started reading.

Dear Miss Blye,

We are happy to inform you, you have been admited to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

We have also been informed of your special circumstances and have enclosed a map to Diagon Alley and your key to acces your vault at Gringotts. Please ask the barkeeper at the Leaky Cauldron for more assistance.

Yours sincireley,

Owen Granger

Deputy headmaster of Hogwarts

Dropping the letter in her lap, she put her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Slowly tears started leaking from her eyes and it wasn't long after that she started to really bawl. All the pent-up feelings of the last few years, came up all at once. Life on the streets, her father's murder, … it all came at once and she no longer had the restraint to stop the tears from breaking through. After half an hour, she finally collected herself and got up. She took out the map and determinatly made her way to her new life.

Standing here in the Great Hall, she finally felt at peace. Her years of worrying were finally over. The trip to Diagon Alley had gone good. The barkeeper at the Leaky Cauldron, Tom, was a big help and had set her on the right way. With the money from Gringotts, she was able to buy all necessary items and could afford a room at the Leaky Cauldron until the start of the school year.

Now she was finally here.

Standing with the rest of the new students, Kensi watched the professor place a stool on the platform together with a ratty looking hat. She remembered the hat from her father's stories and knew a bit what to expect. Nevertheless, she and a few others, jumped a little when the hat started singing. When it was finished, the professor stepped forward with a roll of parchment and with a quick look at the new students said: "Kensi Blye".

Wait?! I'm first? No no no …

Taking a deep breath, she approached the stool and, with a bit of hesitation, sat down. She closed her eyes when she felt the hat being placed on her head. She did NOT like being the center of attention, thank you very much.

"Ahh, what an interesting mind you have. Let's see, where should I put you? In what house will you blossom the most? Any thoughts?" A voice said in her head. Having a voice inside her head that was not her own, made her nervous and she snapped. "I don't care where you put me. Just get out of my head." She said under her breath.

"Haha, that's a very strong will you have there. Very well, you shall be in …. GRYFFINDOR!"

Loud cheering erupted from the table with the red and gold coulours. As soon as she was free of the hat, she ran and sat down with her new house. If she remembered correctly, her father had also been in Gryffindor. After swift introductions, she turned her attention back to the platform where a boy with blond hair and glasses was sitting with the hat on.

Look dad, I'm a witch after all.

So, what do you think? Do you agree with my house choices so far?