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I sit here quite ashamed of myself and also deeply humbled. I've had problems writing part 4 of this story ever since I started said part, but even though I was working very slowly on it, I at least made some progress. But not quite so recently I have hit a major writers block with that part. I just don't know how to get out of it. So after beating myself up over not being able to sit down and just write the damn part, I finally decided - with quite a heavy heart - to stop beating myself up over it and sit back, hoping the idea I have been looking for is going to come soon. The reason I am quite ashamed of myself is that even though I am NOT just leaving this story umcomplete, I just CANNOT give it up. I can't, even though I know it would be best for all of you lovely readers, just give this story up for adoption. This is my baby, my first fic after YEARS of not writing at all. So I just can bring myself to just give up on it. In essence that also means that I can't just leave it uncomplete. I will finish this. And I hope it will be very soon. Once again, I apologize for this. I am very sorry.

Additionally to my writers block, my RL hit me hard, recently. I have to move back to my home country, which is quite a lot of work. And while I am looking forward to being back home, I also feel quite at home here and will miss my life here. Even worse I started working on my thesis and have no idea how and where to start. So, I am quite torn about me moving and my life is kinda a mess right now. I am very sorry that I have to put this story on the backburner, but I really need to fix my RL before I will even be able to sit down and have the muse to write.

Thus, I want to thank everyone who took their precious time to leave a review or just put this story on their alert list. Thank you very much everyone. It always made my day and definitely made me smile a lot.

Ok, enough whining about my shitty life. I hope even though it will take me time to update, you will enjoy this part!

Thank you

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When the West Wind Moves 3/5

Author: suza

Beta: mickey_stone (all remaining mistakes are mine :D )

Author's Notes: Thank you all for your lovely reviews, it's made my day reading them. I tried to answer all you questions in this part, but I might have made you ask new ones. Which is not a problem, seeing as the epilogue and a few side stories are supposed to clear everything up.

I am very sorry, btw, for taking so long. College started again and I am buried in work. I will try to update as soon as possible.

ATTENTION: IF you have any question about Harry the situation or other things, please do not hesitate to ask. I do want to collect questions from my readers, so I can answer them in the next few parts.

Part 3: The water is wide but not deep

"Ok, run that by me again, would you? Wizard…like a Witch or a warlock?" Eric asked a little stunned, making Horatio and Yelina smirk at him, despite the fact that they had reacted very much alike a short while ago.

The whole team, including Alexx, who'd asked to be notified if something came up that could clarify the cause of death beyond 'dropped dead with no cause', stood around the big table in the Trace lab and had listened to Harry explain about magic and how it was all classified information.

Harry cringed a little unable to be still with all the unwanted attention on him; a nervous habit he'd never been able to break, just like he never had learned how to deal with the attention he received for not being normal. "Um, yeah, well…" Harry took a deep breath, "an average magical human is called a Witch or Wizard."

Horatio frowned at that. "But you're not an average Wizard, are you now, Mr. Potter?"

They all watched in wonder as Harry looked away, a bright flush coloring his face. Horatio stared hard at Harry, trying to make him talk through his look alone. He might have succeeded, if Alexx wouldn't have swatted him at the shoulder. "Now Horatio, leave the boy alone." Turning to Harry, she walked over to him and gently cupped his face. "Don't worry yourself, honey. Normal is way overrated," she smiled brightly at him, "and if that brute of a Lieutenant bothers you again, you come straight to me, all right?"

Harry nodded, looking stunned at the plain acceptance he was receiving not only from Alexx, but pretty much from the whole team. They'd all pretty much accepted the fact that magic was indeed existent and that he was a Wizard.

Alexx smiled and caressed Harry's cheek with a gentleness only a mother could show. "You know, honey, we won't hate you for being different nor will we hold it against you."

"Thank you, Dr. Woods." Harry whispered, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut briefly as he enjoyed the warmth of the tender hand on his face. Opening his eyes again, he started to explain, "I'm what people call a sorcerer."

"Where would those be in the ranking of magical strength?" Calleigh asked, looking just as curious as everyone else.

"Er," Harry blushed a little, "we don't really have a ranking so to speak, but if you'd like to have one, starting with the ones with the fewest magical strength, you'd have to start with you guys, humans with no magic."

"Say, do you have a term for us or do you always say 'humans with no magic'? I mean it's quite a mouth full." Speed asked with a little smirk.

Harry laughed. "You know, I am not really allowed to say it, but since you asked, in Britain we call you muggles, but here in the States it's considered a derogatory term. Especially with the recent history of the word. That killer I told you about, Lord Voldemort, he used to say that, and I quote here, filthy muggles are not even worth the air they breathe. I learned quickly to not use the term in the US any longer. Besides as a government agent I am not allowed to use discriminating terms."

Speed nodded in understanding and just opened his mouth to ask something else, as Calleigh interrupted again, "So, the ranking?"

"Demanding, aren't you? Well," Harry stopped to think. How would one explain terms to people who didn't know the least bit about magic? Maybe he should have listened to Hermione more often. "As I was saying, humans with no magic, then there are what we call Squibs. They don't really have magic to cast spells but enough to make a potion, for example. They are usually born into Wizarding families. A Squib could be the result of too much inbreeding in a pureblood line or the result of a magical mother with not enough magic to sustain herself and the magical child growing in her. Again, her low magical level could be a result of centuries of inbreeding. This is actually quite a big problem in the British Magical World, one that the purebloods don't talk about."

"Wow, that sounds all quite scientific," Calleigh said, impressed.

"I didn't even know all that myself till after I took a run from Britain. A friend of mine loves to learn and when she found out where I was and that I was quite bored all day long she sent me several trunks full of shrunken book with the order to read it all." Harry grinned a little at the memory of the letter he'd received from Hermione, stating that she'd quiz him on everything when she saw him the next time. That had been about nine years ago and he hadn't seen her in all that time either. Still, she kept on sending him books to read on a regular basis and once a month he received a letter, telling him of the entire on goings in Britain.

He sighed, "anyways, moving on. We had humans with no magic and Squibs. Right, then there are the average Wizards and Witches. In that category, if you want to call it that, the magical strength varies from just above Squib to almost warlock. The difference between a Squib and a Wizard just above Squib level is mostly that the Squib doesn't have enough magic to cast a spell. The difference between a warlock and a Wizard who is almost a warlock is that the Wizard can't cast spells or charms a warlock can. Reaching the level of a warlock is actually not as hard as one would believe; all it takes is a little more practice. I reached that level when I was thirteen. My friends reached it at fourteen or fifteen. Still, when we were teenagers most adult Wizards couldn't do spells and charms we could, because they never invested time into practice. I think that was one of the reasons they were so scared of us. We had reached a level of magic most didn't and we weren't even half their age." Harry shrugged, showing he didn't really care to understand the Wizarding public's reasoning.

"So the rest of your world was scared of you?" Alexx asked, understanding Harry's need to know they wouldn't be.

"Yeah, my friends and I were the main group fighting. They had all reached the level of warlock long before the fight became deadly. Me being my usual abnormal self, I of course didn't stop practicing and soon reached the level of a Mage. Some of my friends who had special talents were able to keep up, but none of them ever reached the level of a sorcerer. I did, I had to. Voldemort was more than a warlock. He was a dark Mage and an immortal one at that. Well, immortal, till I found out what kept him alive and destroyed that before facing him. There were only a few Wizards who were was strong as me in Britain and they were dead by the time I defeated Voldemort." Harry explained.

Horatio frowned, "and you ran away from Britain after said defeat?"

Harry nodded. "I am in exile, if you want to call it that. I was told I could leave or I could go to prison on death row for murder on Tom Riddle, alias Lord Voldemort. One would think they'd have a better reason, huh?"

They were all speechlessly staring at him. "So you were punished for doing what they wanted you to do?" Eric sputtered, remembering Harry's explanation about the war.

"Pretty much, yeah. I made sure that my friends were out of harms way and ran. I was stupid back then and headless because of the threat. I didn't think to pack anything but some personal things and little money, thinking I had access to my accounts from here. It of course didn't help that the Ministry of Magic practically hovered over my shoulder, watching me pack. I was escorted to the airport and given a one way ticket to New York as soon as I had finished packing. I had no time to even say good-bye to my friends, not to mention run to the bank and get money. So I ended up in New York with a suite case and not even a hundred dollar in my pocket. I soon found out that it was impossible to access my accounts from here and I had to borrow money to survive. Money that I was unable to pay back…" Harry trailed off, a little embarrassed about telling them pretty much everything.

"So that's how you ended up being owned by a pimp," Speed stated.

"That still doesn't explain the main issue at hand now: Who and what is killing those men?" Horatio said, bringing the focus back to the problem.

Harry smiled, impressed at Horatio's focus on the task. "Well, since I had to include you in classified information and am part of the investigation now, this case is now classified at well. I will need to look at your evidence and I especially need to take a look at the bodies, if that's agreeable with you, Dr. Woods?" He asked, turning to smile at Alexx.

"Of course, honey. Follow me and we'll get right at it."

-*-*-*-*-

"So, honey, talk me through this. What are you doing?" Alexx asked, as she watched Harry standing over Reed Cartwright's body only holding his hands, palms down, over his torso.

"I'm doing a full body scan first. That'll show us if anything is wrong with him besides the fact that he's dead."

Alexx frowned, "like broken bones?" She'd already checked everything she could do with technology.

Harry chuckled. "I don't want to discredit you, Dr. Woods. I am not checking for wounds or broken bones. I'm sure you would've found them. No, I'm checking for curses that are not classified as dark. For example a simple disarming charm. It's not dark, but frequently used and leaves us a wonderful magical signature, too. I am quite sure that we're looking at at least three suspects here, so we should be able to find all of them on Reed's and Richard's bodies."

They were silent for a while, Alexx keeping her eyes on the body and the sorcerer next to her, not really seeing anything, but understanding from the look on Harry's face that he was in deep concentration. Harry kept scanning the body, watching as a silvery light poured out of his hands in spidery threads, touching and palpating the body in their search for magical residue.

Alexx watched in fascination as the middle of Cartwright's torso and his forehead suddenly glowed in red and green, respectively. The sorcerer next to her smirked in triumph, "got'cha!"

"So, what does this show us?" Horatio's voice sounded a little tinny, coming through the speakers, as he watched the procedure from the auditorium.

Harry grinned up at him. "This," he pointed at the red light on the middle of the torso, "shows us that someone stunned Reed with a simple stunning spell called Stupify. This," he pointed at the green light on the forehead, "shows us that someone killed Reed with the killing curse, which is looked at as the worst of all curses, by the way. Give me about half an hour and I can tell you who cast which curse."

Horatio nodded, "take your time, Harry. I'd prefer you taking an hour and have it done properly. Keep me posted."

"Sure, if you say so. I'll do the same on Richard's body, too, and give you a call then, all right?"

-*-*-*-*-

"There a quite a few holes in your story, aren't there?" Tim Speedle asked Harry as the sorcerer sat next to him, looking at the evidence they'd collected at the two crime scenes. Horatio, who'd been busy when Harry had gone to see him earlier, had hoped that Harry could do the 'magic trick' and make the evidence less…useless.

Harry's head snapped up, sending his wild hair flying. "I beg your pardon?"

Speedle chuckled, only barely resisting the urge to ruffle that wild mop of hair. "Don't look so outraged."

"Well," Harry snapped, a little pissed, "how else would you want me to look like after you practically just accused me of lying?"

"I did not accuse you of lying. I just said that you didn't tell us everything; quite a difference there, if you ask me."

Harry snorted. "Yeah right, and that sounded suspiciously like Slytherin logic right there." He leaned back in his chair, thinking about it. "What makes you say that I didn't tell you guys everything?"

"You mean despite the fact that if we were to believe your story didn't quite fit your timeline, well either that or you just were way too fast?" Speed said, watching Harry with a raised eyebrow.

Pouting a little, Harry winked at him. "And here I had thought I had a reasonable timeline."

"Yeah right, who were you trying to kid? Buying yourself off of your pimp after five years? Sorry to burst you bubble, but not even a high priced hooker is able to pull that off…no, especially a high priced hooker won't be able to. Those pimps love their money and people like you are the ones making sure they get it. They would not have let you go with a payable price. I bet your freedom cost you quite a bit. A few millions at least, am I right?"

"Hey!" Harry said in mock-outrage. "I'll have you know that I was worth much more than just a few million." He sighed and then smiled a little warily at the CSI. "You're right; I am actually surprised that you're the first one to have caught onto that. I had thought your Lieutenant would be sharp enough to catch that, but it seems that he's too concentrated on the case to notice these details."

"That's H for you."

"Hm," Harry crooked his head to the side, "I guess. Are you going to make me tell you how I was able to buy myself off or are you gonna give it a rest?"

Speed simple raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, well, I guessed as much. You criminalists are all the same." Harry glanced at the evidence and then back at the CSI in front of him. "I was found by a former teacher about six years ago. I was still far away from the amount of money I needed to buy myself off and no matter how much I was paid by people like Jason or Reed to make sure that I would be able to get out of there; it never seemed to make a difference, you know. Like no matter how much money I made the amount I had to reach just seemed to increase with my increasing income. So when my former teacher found me, I was in a quite bad shape, and not only mentally that is. I was ready to give up. I had been working for four years, not making a difference…" he trailed off, seemingly lost in his memories.

Speed didn't pressure him, knowing he'd talk when he was ready.

"He was appalled what had become of me, you know?" Harry suddenly continued after a few minutes in silence. "He also had gone into exile after the war, voluntary, but still pretty much the same. He was far cleverer than I am even today, so he had planned ahead and had taken enough money with him to survive till he found a job. He'd been lucky, too, the old bastard. He had just come to Washington, D.C. when the CIA was looking for a Head of Magical Law Enforcement. I'm guessing he was his usual self and terrorized them into giving him the job, but I also know they probably never regretted it. He offered me a job, promising that the CIA would buy me, if they found out who I was."

"And they did?" Speed asked a little stunned.

"No, much like Jason their hands were bound, or so they said. But my teacher, he had no such qualms. He just bought me, telling me that it was the last time he'd save my sorry ass." Harry chuckled a little at the memory. "Out of my twenty-eight years he saved my life at least once every two years. I owe him a lot."

"So he gave you the money you needed?"

"No, he bought me. Technically, he owns me, but he'll have none of that. He bought me to set me free and then he blackmailed me with that information into working for him." Harry grinned. It still amused him.

"Well," Speed said partly sincerely and partly sarcastically, "he sure sounds like he loves you."

Harry snorted. "Not a chance in hell. The old, greasy bastard hated me from the day I was born, the biased asshole."

Before Speed could answer, the door to the Trace lab was opened and a snide voice boomed throughout the whole room. "Detention, Mr. Potter, for disrespect towards your superiors and two-hundred points from Gryffindor!"

Despite himself, Harry flinched violently. He whirled around, gasping at the newcomer. There he stood in black, fitted jeans and an equally black, silk shirt. Different from his black teaching robes, but still black. His black hair was washed and pulled into a tidy pony tail. An elegant dark eyebrow raised, he regarded his former student now turned employee.

Harry's face went pale, paler even than his superior's. "Hello Professor," he greeted the man meekly.

Severus Snape sneered at the young sorcerer. "Some things never change, do they, Potter?"

"Ah, well, no it seems they don't," Harry answered sheepishly, ducking his head in embarrassment. But before Snape could lay further into him, Harry grinned at him, introducing the bemused CSI next to him. "Severus, this is CSI Speedle, he's on Lieutenant Caine's team working on this case. Tim, this is CIA Special Agent Snape, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement and my boss and former teacher."

Speedle grinned. "Yes, Harry had just told me quite a lot about you. Nice to meet you, sir."

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Snape shook Speed's hand in greeting, before turning his attention back to Harry. "Potter, a word," with that said, he turned sharply on his heels and left the lab, leaving a stunned Speedle and a sighing Harry.

"I'll be right back," the young sorcerer said, hesitating at the door, "if I'm not back in thirty minutes, send out a search team for my body. I want to be cremated." With that he left the lab and a laughing CSI behind him.

"Well?" Snape sneered at Harry as soon as the door to the interrogation room closed behind them.

Harry raised a single eyebrow. It wasn't like Snape to not take security measures. With a simple wave of his hand, he corrected that and smiled a little unsure of himself. Snape had to be more irritated than he was letting on. "Well what?" he asked, trying to pull the dumb innocent card, even though he knew that it wouldn't help him. It was worth a try after all.

Snape's dark eyed gaze drilled into him, nearly cracking his Occlumency shields. The glare that followed held promises of uncomfortable revenge, if Harry didn't speak up quickly enough – and soon. Harry sighed, "all right, all right, I give up," he mumbled, holding up his hands in surrender. "No need to try to scare me like an itsy bitsy first year."

The older man's lip curled into a trace of a smile, well, if one knew how to look for it. "Spending too much time with Peeves, again, instead of doing something productive, Potter?"

Harry chuckled, "Nah, just trying to loosen up the atmosphere. But honestly, what is it that has you in such a snit again, Severus?"

"Tell me you didn't tell the Miami DAED team about magic just to spite McDuff!" Severus demanded hotly.

Blinking, Harry finally understood the reason behind Severus' tense body language. "That is what this is about? The agency thinks I revealed us to spite McDuff? That is nonsense!"

"That's what I said, but no matter how much I vouched for you, they wanted me to check up on it, so tell me something good or we'll both be in trouble."

"You shouldn't have done this, Sev, really," Harry whispered, appearing pained.

Severus snorted, "yeah, right. You need someone to look after you like that and I'd rather it'd be me than someone like McDuff. Besides, you know we all swore to protect you even from yourself if needed – I'm just the last of us left alive." Severus smirked, remembering the oath he'd given Harry's mother. He knew that Harry would cease any discussion now to honor his late mother's wishes.

Harry turned abruptly away from Severus and starred through the glass wall, looking straight at Horatio, who stood in the middle of the hall, watching them with a calculating gaze. "I saw Pettigrew and McNair. I knew they'd something to do with this, so I told them and got into the investigation. I had to take a look at the bodies after all," Harry explained, turning back to Severus.

"And? Did you get a look?"

"Yeah, and my suspicions where confirmed. Plus I now know that it is in fact Avery, who is the 'mastermind' – if you want to call him that – behind all this," the young sorcerer continued.

"Tell me," Severus demanded and Harry happily obliged, telling his former teacher about his findings and suspicions. He had come a long way from the troublesome student, who suspected the dark potions teacher first when something went wrong, to the young man respecting and trusting his boss with any case relevant information and even more. Over the last years Severus Snape had turned out to be a man of many secrets and masks. Harry had to respect the man for openly displaying hate towards him, while Severus would have given about anything to raise Harry himself.

Severus let Harry talk, as he always did when Harry came to him nowadays, and listened intently, nodding when it was appropriate.

"I see," Severus said when Harry had ended his tale, looking at his boss with an inquiring glance. "Well, it seems you did the right thing, as I had expected. I am quite pleased with those sightings. You know the protocol in dealing with Death Eaters. Please stay with it, ok?"

Harry nodded, relieved that Severus was not going to take his head off for breaking rules and protocol.

"I expect you to call me when this is over. You will also take a weekend off and come visit me at D.C., we have much to discuss."

"But," Harry tried to protest, only to be cut of with a heated glare.

"It was not a suggestion, Mr. Potter, did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Harry nodded sharply.

"Good. Now, I'll see you when this is over. If you need anything, you know how and where to find me," with that said, Severus turned and left the room.

Harry starred at his retreating back, his mouth doing a nice impression of a fish out of water. Still, it took him only a second to realize that Severus had withheld some information. Running after his boss, he caught up with him in the middle of the hallway where Severus was just meeting Horatio and his team minus Alexx.

"Wait, sir, what about McDuff?"

Severus looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "your direct superior was suspended, waiting to be fired as soon as the paperwork is done, due to this being the third complaint against him. It seems that regardless of his heritage he is not only very religious but also very radical in his views about homosexuals."

Harry blinked, "Oh."

"Indeed. Now, Mr. Potter, if you're quite finished taking up my time, I still need to have a word with Lieutenant Caine here before I travel back to D.C." Severus sneered, turning to walk to Horatio's office with said Lieutenant. They had just reached the stairs, when Harry called again. Severus stopped sighing. "What now, Mr. Potter?"

"Who is going to take over McDuff's job, sir? Who do I report to?" If his life would have depended on it, Harry might have admitted to being nervous about a new superior. Not because of the authority over him but because of the fact that this wasn't the first one of his superiors he had to file complaints against, because they were hindering his investigations. McDuff had just gone way over board with his homophobic views of the world.

Severus smirked at him and Harry could have sworn he'd seen an evil glint in those dark eyes. "Why, Mr. Potter, you of course." Without waiting for a reply, Severus walked up the stairs and closed the door firmly behind himself and Horatio, leaving a gasping Harry and grinning CSIs behind.

TBC

ATTENTION: IF you have any question about Harry the situation or other things, please do not hesitate to ask. I do want to collect questions from my readers, so I can answer them in the next few parts.