A/N: Sorry about the late update... I had no electricity for a while... Here's Chapter 4. Kelly's first day of fourth grade.
If you only read stories in which Tony is nice, read this *SPOILER ALERT*: For the beginning of the story, Tony is a bully and not very nice. However, he will become much better, I promise. I, like so many others, love Tony, so that won't be a problem. I hope that you stick with me anyway!
This is definitely my favorite chapter so far; let me know what you think!
Last Chapter Summary: Kelly's POV on her meeting with Harry and how her parents feel about it. A little insight into her life. Also, it is revealed that Harry was hurt by Vernon, but it is unclear how hurt Harry is.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to NCIS or Harry Potter. My only creation is Mrs. Wiles.
Kelly's POV
September 2, 1989
Dear Diary,
Daddy didn't come home last night. He sometimes has nights like this, when he doesn't come home until late that night or the next morning. But even then, he always comes into my room to kiss me goodnight. I can tell; Mommy doesn't like these nights. She paces and picks up the phone to call Daddy, make sure that he's all right. Most times, she won't press the call button. Instead, she stares at it for a few minutes and then puts the phone down again. She pretends not to be worried in front of me, but I can tell. I'm nine, not a baby anymore. Although, it has gotten better than it was at the beginning. A few years ago, Daddy decided to leave the Marines and start work at NCIS. Now he catches the bad guys and puts them behind bars.
They aren't easy to catch, though. Daddy works hard. It's nights like these where he stays at work trying to stop the murderers out there. These nights happen about once a week. Daddy gets a hard case and works late into the night. Or sometimes, he has to leave in the middle of the night. He'll get a call into work. He always tells us goodbye, whether it's in the morning before I go to school or at 02:00. Daddy doesn't like leaving us as much as we don't like him leaving.
A little while after Mommy doesn't call Daddy, she'll be at it again. When she gets really worried and hasn't heard from Daddy in a while, she calls Uncle Ducky. Uncle Ducky and Daddy work together, but Uncle Ducky doesn't chase the bad guys. He's the one that looks at dead bodies and helps Daddy find out how the people died. Uncle Ducky's not my real uncle, and his name isn't really Ducky. He's just my dad's best friend. I call him Ducky because that's what everyone calls him. Only his mom calls him Donald.
Uncle Ducky's nice. He wears these pretty bowties and tells me stories about when he was a kid, growing up in Sc—
I have to go, Mommy's calling!
-Kelly
"Kelly," Mommy calls up the stairs. "Come down. It's time for breakfast. We have to leave in 15 minutes if you want to be on time."
"Coming," I yell down. I close my journal and pull on sneakers over my lucky purple socks. I grab my backpack and check to make sure that everything is there. I have my notebook, folders, pencils, and an eraser. Grinning, I run downstairs and sit down at the table. Mommy hands me a plate with a few slices of peach.
"So," she smiles as I begin to eat. "Are you excited to start 4th grade? You're getting so big! Jelly Bean, how old are you again," she teases.
I laugh, "Mommy, you aren't Uncle Ducky! Only he's allowed to call me Jelly Bean."
"Alright, alright," she concedes. "But you didn't answer my question. Are you looking forward to being in Mrs. Wiles' class?"
"Mmhm," I reply through a mouthful of peach. "Ari had her a few years ago and said that she's really nice. Plus, Ziva, Abby and Tim are in my class, too! I can't wait to see them!"
Mommy chuckles, "You've seen Ziva almost every week of the summer. And you saw Tim and Abby yesterday!"
The toaster pops out two pieces of toast. I grab them and spread on the strawberry jam as I reply, "I know, but now I'll see all of them all the time!"
As I eat, a sad look comes over Mommy's face.
"Mommy," I begin quietly. "When's Daddy coming home?"
"I don't know, sweetie. When he catches the bad guy he'll come back. But while you finish, do you want me to check with Uncle Ducky?" Mommy asks.
"Yes, please," I nod.
Mommy picks up the phone and dials his number, "Hey Duck, have you heard from Jethro… Oh? That sounds good… I'll let her know… Thanks Duck! Remember, you're coming over for dinner on Friday… Bye!"
Hanging up, she turns to me, "Uncle Ducky said that Daddy called a few minutes ago. He couldn't call here because he had to go, but he knew that Uncle Ducky could let us know. He's fine and he'll be home tonight, okay?"
"Okay, I hope everything goes as planned, because I want to see Daddy."
Mommy smiles sadly, "I know, sweetie. He'll be home tonight. Remember, on Friday we're having Uncle Ducky and Uncle Mike over." She glances at the clock, "Ready to go?"
I nod and put my plate in the dishwasher. Opening the refrigerator, Mommy hands me my lunch and we walk outside.
We get into the car and drive off to school. I impatiently bounce up and down in the back seat the whole way to school. When we get there, I practically jump out of the car before it even stops moving.
"Have fun, sweetie, I'll see you later," Mommy blows me a kiss and waves goodbye before driving off.
Spotting Ziva and her older brother, Ari, I run over to them. "Hey, Ziva. Hey, Ari."
Ari gives me a quick hug before he runs to see his friends. He's in 7th grade and really cool. He and Ziva are like my siblings because I don't have any.
Ziva grins at me, "Let's go. I want to get a good seat this year."
I nod and we walk inside. I look around at the familiar halls and doors. We walk to the end of the hallway and turn right. Then we open the second door on the left like Ari told us to and we go inside. The room is big and the walls are off-white. There are three long tables with chairs on either side. Ziva and I are the first ones in the classroom.
Mrs. Wiles smiles as we enter, "Welcome to 4th grade! I'm Mrs. Wiles. Who are you two?"
"Kelly Gibbs," I reply. She looks down at her clipboard and makes a check.
"Ziva David, you had my brother Ari a few years ago," Ziva says.
Mrs. Wiles grins, "Of course! I remember him. You two look very much alike. Tell him hello from me."
Ziva nods as Mrs. Wiles points to the seats around the room, "Take your pick, but I may be moving you. It depends on how talkative this class is when they pick out their own seats."
We look around the room and sit down at the first table as Tim and Abby walk in. I pat the seat next to me. After talking with Mrs. Wiles, they come over.
"Hey, Tim," I ask. "So, what class is Kate in? She wouldn't tell me yesterday." Kate's Tim's older sister, and like Ari, she's in 7th grade.
"She has Mr. Fromes with Ari," he replies. "That's why she wouldn't tell."
Abby grins, "Yeah, and when Tim reminded Kate that Ari was in her class, she blushed. I pointed it out and she blushed more. Then Ari came over to us. By then, her face was bright red!"
We all laugh, because since we were little, we've been trying to get the two of them together so that Ziva and Tim can be real siblings. Abby's trying the hardest even though neither of them is related to her.
More people walk in and sit down, talking and laughing as they catch up with their friends.
I see Tony DiNozzo come in and I warn my friends, "Guys, DiNozzo's here."
Tony DiNozzo was the most annoying kid in my grade. He thought that he was amazing and that everyone loved him. He always made fun of Tim and me because our parents worked for the government. He said that the jobs our parents had were ones that anyone could get. My dad's a federal agent for NCIS. He used to be a Marine, but when Grandma Jo died and then Mommy lost her second baby, he quit to be with us and became an agent. Tim and Kate's dad is a Navy officer. He loves it and is very patriotic.
Tony's parents don't work. His family is really rich and he always makes fun of us because we don't have that much money. We're not in need of money, but we can't just go around spending it.
"Hey McPoor, how's the family?" Tony taunts. "Oh, look, with that money you can't even get good friends. Here you are spending time with the terrorist, the kid with the weird clothes, and your fellow blue collar daughter."
"Shut up, DiNozzo! Just because you're rich doesn't make you better than us!" Abby retorts.
Ziva looks like she wants to lunge at him, but she stops herself just in time, "I'm from Israel, you numbskull! The US and Israel are allies, not enemies! And Abby does not dress strangely! She likes to wear different things than what we normally wear, but that's fine with us! As long as she likes it. And Kelly, well, Kelly's dad stops the murderers from killing you. You should be thankful that he does what he does! So just, go run back to your Daddy and maybe he can hire you a hit man to kill us. But don't worry, we'll still haunt your dreams," she smirks.
"Yeah," I add. "Unlike you, Tim doesn't need to buy his friends. We're friends with him for who he is, not the money he has."
"Thanks, Kel," Tim smiles at me. He's not very good at standing up to DiNozzo.
Mrs. Wiles is starting to notice our confrontation and she comes over to us with a frown on her face, "Is there a problem here?"
"No, Mrs. Wiles," Abby replies sweetly. "We were just telling DiNozzo here how excited we all are to be in the same class as him."
Giving us a disbelieving look, Mrs. Wiles starts to turn away, "All right. Tony, find yourself a seat, dear."
DiNozzo sticks his tongue out at us and walks away just as a bell rings.
Mrs. Wiles goes up to the front of the room and clears her throat, waiting for us to stop talking. "Welcome to 4th grade everyone! My name is Mrs. Wiles and I will be your teacher this year. Any questions?
We all shake our heads and she keeps going, "Good. Then we'll get started." She gets out a large carton of books and I can read a few of the titles. "Here's your first assignment. You will have to pick a book and write a rep-," the door of the classroom opens with a bang.
I look over and see my new neighbors standing in the doorframe. I haven't seen them since we dropped the cookies off mid-July.
Mr. Dursley strides into the room to talk quietly with Mrs. Wiles. Dudley and the small, green-eyed boy stay back. I remember that the boy had a bandage on his head the last time I saw him, but now he seems all right, just a little nervous. I see Mrs. Wiles nod and smile occasionally. Mr. Dursley turns around and has a quick, angry conversation with the small boy before leaving. I want to run up there and remind him of how passionate my family can be. He had the… pleasure of seeing my father upset, but it can get much worse. Ziva taps my arm and gives me a look that says, "Are you okay?"
"That's Harry," I mouth to her.
She raises her eyebrows, "He's our age?"
"I guess so, I told you he wasn't treated well. Daddy thinks that he's starved," I let Ziva know.
Before anything can happen, Mrs. Wiles beckons the two boys forward. Dudley tramps to the front of class, pushing the smaller boy over. He stumbles and inches forward slowly. Mrs. Wiles coaxes the little boy forward and I see DiNozzo flapping his arms and making clucking noises like a chicken. His friend, Philip McCadden, is cracking up at it.
"All right, that's enough," Mrs. Wiles says firmly. "I want all of you to welcome our two new classmates. We had a smaller class than the others, so we were lucky enough to get them. They come from England. Please make them feel welcome." She turns to the two boys and smiles, "Boys and girls, say hello to your new classmates, Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter."
Character Bios *Ari, Tim, and Tony's are important to read because they are AU, Abby and Philip are basically canon*:
Mrs. Wiles: Age 54, has taught 4th grade for 22 years, loves her students
Ziva David: Age 9, Daughter of Eli and Rivka David, sister to Ari and Tali
Ari David: Age 12, Son of Eli and Rivka David, in 7th grade
Abigail "Abby" Sciuto: Age 9, Daughter of Eliza and Dave Sciuto, sister to Luca Sciuto, likes to dress in black clothing, in 4th grade
Timothy "Tim" Todd-McGee: Age 9, Son of William and Anna Todd-McGee, brother to Sarah and Kate Todd-McGee, shy and has a hard time standing up for himself, in 4th grade
Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo: Age 9, Son of Anthony and Julia DiNozzo, brother to Joey DiNozzo, comes from a family of a lot of money, bullies other students
Philip McCadden: Age 9, friend to Tony, likes to bully other students, not much is known about his family
More will be explained next chapter on the kid's relationships with each other and their families.
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