Dinner was... Interesting for the team, to say the least. They sat up at the teachers table at the front, and for alomst the enitre dinner, had students staring at them. Some were curious, some were disgusted and some were not phases all that much. Abby was bounding with joy and was more than fasinated with the floating candles. She asked Ziva about 3 million questions, about the workings of magic. By the end of dinner, Ziva was exhausted, having to answer all of Abby's questions.
Whilst at dinner, the team noticed that Victrivia Lestrange was no where in sight.
"Anythings, Abs?" Gibbs asked walking into her lab.
"Nothing." She sighed, "No DNA, no fingerprints, no hair no nothing! The note that was found is written on parchment, from Hogwarts and was written in the ink that every student in the school uses. All I can say that this small, silver dagger," She said picking up the dagger found at the crime scene, "Was used to slit Lyra's throat. I'm still waiting on the results from the tox screens from her blood, though."
Gibbs nodded, "Thanks, Abs." He said kissing her on the cheek, and walking to autopsy.
"Hey Duck, Jenny." He said as he walked in.
"Hi Jethro." They said in unison.
"What have you got, Duck?"
"The cause of death was blood loss, when her carotid artery was cut, with the dagger found at the crime scene. There are no defensive bruises or injuries."
"Thanks Duck." Gibbs said as he walked out. Jen followed.
Gibbs walked in to the dorm, to find his team sitting around in a circle.
"Gibbs." Tonks said, "We have a theory."
"And?" he said.
"Well, you know how Ziva and I told you about Bellatrix, and how she was proud to go to Azkban? We are thinking the same about her daughter. If Victrivia was the one who killed Lrya, then why would she do it in Mrytle's bathroom, where she could have easily been seen by Mrytle?"
"Because she wants to be seen." Gibbs said, putting the peices together.
"Exactly! She wants us to know it's her, she is proud to be killing muggle borns."
Gibbs nodded, "Alright... Ziva, go to the Slytherin common room, and bring Lestrange in."
"Where are we going to keep her?" Tony asked.
"In the interrigation room that was put in." He said.
Ziva nodded and walked towards the door, "Tony! Go with her." Gibbs said, and the two left to get Victrivia.
"Zivaahh?" Tony said, walking down the corridors, leaving the trailing voices of portaits behind them.
"Yes, Tony?"
"Why exactly did you leave the magic world? I mean it's awesome! Why would anyone want to leave and come to a, well, non magic world?"
Ziva sighed, "It's a long story."
"I'm sure it's not... Come on, you can tell me." He begged.
"Fine... Well, when I first became an auror, I was said to be one of the best around. I was respected and good at what I did. One day I got caught, well, doing stuff I should not have been doing."
"What was that?"
"I was drabbling in the dark arts."
Tony gave a confused look.
"Basically, I was caught drabbling in dark magic, the kind of magic death eaters use."
"Oh..."
"I got fired from the ministy, and it got put on my record. I would never have gotten another job, and honestly, it is a disgrace having that on my record, I would never have applied for another job... So, I left. Started a new life."
"Ziva, what kind of magic did you use?"
"Nasty curses and jinxes... They also found books on the dark arts in my house."
"Are you still into that kind of stuff, all that dark magic?"
"No, not anymore..."
"Would you ever go back to the Wizarding world, if you were given a job offer?"
Ziva thought about it for a minute, "No, I would not, Tony."
"Why? This place is wonderful."
"I know, but, well – I have you." She paused, realizing what she said, she tried to cover up, "I have you guys." She said quickly, "I could not leave you guys."
Ziva sensed a hint of dissapointment in Tony's eyes, when she said that.
"Good, I wouldn't want you to leave, I wouldn't let you leave." Tony smiled. He loved the way she walked, the confident stride, but not stuck up, the way her chocolate curls bobbed softly down her back, the way her smile lit up the room – He couldn't bare to see her leave.
She smiled, "Thank you, Tony."
They walked in silence until they came to the Slytherin common room.
"Here we are." Ziva said, with a sense of accomplishment.
"NCIS, can we come in?" Tony said to the portait guarding the Slytherin common room.
"Yeah, you can come in... If you've got the password." He said smartly.
"Listen. I don't have time for this, just let us in!" Ziva snapped.
"I remember you. You were a Gryffindor." He hissed.
"I was a Gryffindor, and proud to be one!" She said, raising her chin in pride.
"You're a mud blood, too! Aren't you?" He said with disgust.
"Yes." She said stiffly, "I'm proud of that too." She grinned.
"Personally, I would not be proud of having dirty blood."
"OI! You stupid painting! Don't you dare insult her!" Tony said, pulling put his gun and pointing at the portrait.
"Tony." Ziva said impatiently, as she put a hand on Tony's gun, lowering it down.
"You're no better, you filthy muggle!" The guard snapped.
Just then, the portait swung open, and a young Slytherin boy stepped out. Ziva stopped him. "And where do you think you are going?"
"To do detention." He said, "Who the hell are you?" He said.
Tony flashed his ID, "NCIS, buddy." He snapped.
"Oh, the dirty muggles."
Ziva chuckled, as she drew her wand from under her coat. "Oh, I am not a muggle." She smirked. The boy looked lost for words. "Now, tell us the password. We need to get in." Ziva said.
"Why should I?" He challanged.
"I an sure McGonagall would be very pleased to hear you argueing with us." She said sarcastically.
"The password is more pure." He said in defeat, "Can I go, now?"
"No. You can wait until we are done." Tony said.
"More pure." Ziva said and the guard allowed the tree to go in.
All heads turned towards them, and a low whispered rippled through out the common room.
"We are from NCIS." Tony announced. "We are looking for Victrivia Lestrange. Do any of you know where she is?"
No one anwered.
Ziva flicked her wand, and a posh looking mirror, encrusted with emralds flew into her hand. "Nice mirror. Such a shame if I accidently exploded it, huh?" She sighed casually.
A blonde girls spoke up, "I haven't seen Victrivia since you people arrived."
Ziva nodded, putting down the mirror. "Well, we are just going to take a look around... Just incase she is hiding."
Tony and Ziva searched the whole of the Slytherin dungeon. Victrivia was no where.
"Alright." Tony said. "We will be going now."
"Filthy muggle." Ziva saw a girl murmer. Ziva flicked her wandless hand, and the girl toppled over, body binded. Ziva smirked at the Slytherins faces. She enjoyed doing wandless magic, she enjoyed showing the Slytherins the amount of talent she had.
"Have a good night." She said, and her and Tony walked out.
"Wow! That was impressive." Tony smiled.
Zuva chuckled, "As I said, I was a good auror."
"I can tell." He grinned taking a step closer to her.
Before she knew it, Tony had pushed her against the cold stone wall, and their faces were only inches from one another. Leaned in, inhaling his perfect scent, and looking into his soft eyes.
She traced the edge of his mouth with her tounge and then chuckled, "Rule number 12, Tony." She paused, "But I guess some rules are suppose to be broken."