DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER OR NCIS! I MAKE NO MONEY OFF OF THIS!
Chapter 2
After the brief scare at the airport Harry sat in his seat at the back of the big plane. It didn't take long for him to get bored as the plane took off from the airport. The mother sitting next to him noticed and handed him a book to read. Harry just looked wide-eyed at her as he took the book reverently. He read the rest of the flight.
When the plane landed Harry hurried to meet up with his relatives at the baggage claim. His Uncle growled at him to get the bags and hurry it up, they didn't want to be late for there hotel reservations, or they would have to pay for their own room, heaven forbid.
Harry just nodded, having been taught young that asking questions, or talking at all, would result in a beating. So he grabbed the bags and started dragging them towards the waiting cab, never noticing the silver eyes following him.
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Gibbs was about to catch the next flight to Mexico when something caught his eye. There was a little black haired boy, struggling with luggage twice his size while his family just stood back and watched disgusted plain on their faces. Gibb's expression hardened as he turned and bought another ticket to Mexico. After making the purchase he made his way over to the family and struck up a conversation.
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Harry had almost made it to the car when the bags he had been dragging where forcefully taken from him. He looked up in surprise to see a tall man with silver hair and clear blue eyes staring down at him, he looked behind the man to see his relatives leaving. He looked up at the man fearfully.
Gibbs looked the young boy up and down, though he wasn't to sure why had decided to take in the boy, he knew was that he had to protect the little elfin child. The boy had black hair to the waist that contracted with the extremely pale skin that seemed to bring out his vivid green eyes perfectly. He smiled slightly, hoping to put the poor boy at ease. It couldn't be easy to see your family leave without you, no matter how bad they treated you.
"What's your name?" He asked softly, trying not to startle the boy, who still jumped at the question.
"H…Harry, Sir" came the stuttered reply.
Gibbs smiled, "Well Harry, how would you like to go to Mexico with me?"
