Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all recognizable items from it belong to J.K. Rowling & Warner Brothers. Bones and all recognizable items from the show belong to Hart Hanson and the 20th Century Fox. Anything else that you don't recognize (and is original material) is all mine. I am merely a fan putting some of his favorite characters into one place and watching what happens… like an experiment lol.

Genre: Romance/Mystery/Humor/Drama

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Warning: Slash, violence and gore. After all, this story is about evaluating dead bodies to catch killers. The bodies usually aren't in the best shape.

Summary: While investigating a murder in London, Booth and Brennan interrogate the victim's assistant, Harry Potter-Black. With his boss murdered, Harry decides to take a position at the Jeffersonian Institute under Brennan's guidance. SLASH.

Author's Note: Wow, you all don't mess around when it comes to reviewing LOL. I count 67 for the last chapter alone! Thank you, thank you, thank you for giving the time to do so. As a writer there's nothing more flattering than getting a review of any length.

Your reactions to Daisy Wick were varied but always amusing. I'm glad I could do such a good job of portraying her more… unique personality traits :)

This chapter is based on the episode "The Finger in the Nest". In the original episode the intern working on the case was an older gentleman who never reappeared on the show. Instead of dedicating time to learning his character, this will be Harry's first case working on his own with Booth and Brennan.

Enjoy!

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Moriarty's Minion

Chapter 4
"Field Tripping"

"New squint!"

Harry looked up from his desk to see Special Agent Booth pointing at him.

"Me?" Harry asked, casting a quick glance at the empty intern office. Huh, Harry thought, when did Daisy and Fisher leave?

Harry had been so absorbed in finishing his paperwork from what he had less-than-affectionately dubbed 'the poop case' that he hadn't even registered the other two interns leaving the room.

"You are the newest squint, right?" Booth raised an eyebrow clearly indicating that he already knew the answer. "I've got a present for you from Bones."

Harry chuckled at the grotesque and yet accurate nickname the FBI agent had given his partner. "What kind of present?"

Booth put a large metal cage on Harry's desk. "The kind that takes two hours to track down in the dark, so don't lose it. I'd hate to have to hunt down one of Bones' squints and believe me, it wouldn't take two hours to find you."

Harry eyed the cage worriedly. A large leathery tarp was covering every inch of the cage making it impossible to see what was inside. The only way Harry knew it was metal was the slight hole in the top for the metal handle used to carry the cage.

"Did this gift also come with instructions by chance?"

"Yeah, check the insides for evidence," Booth replied, his eyes rolled back as he tried to recall what Dr. Brennan had asked him to pass on to her intern. "And get Hodgins to check the fur for particulates and… evidency stuff."

Harry nodded. "I'll get right on it."

"You seen Sweets?"

Harry paused in surprise before answering nervously, speaking too quickly to feign indifference for the agent. "No, why would I have seen Dr. Sweets? Why ask me where he is? I barely know the man. Is this an interrogation or something?"

Harry knew he'd made a mistake when Booth paused and began to study him. Harry fidgeted when Booth flashed him a wide grin. "Look, you're in luck. If I didn't have to worry about my son finding a piece of a dead guy today I may have busted you on that. Fortunately for you, I don't have time to think about you crushing on my profiler."

"Thanks."

"Doesn't mean I won't bring it up later," the agent muttered as he left, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

Deciding to bury himself in work rather than his humiliation, Harry turned to the cage. After taking a deep breath Harry slowly pulled the tarp off of the cage, careful to keep his fingers from brushing up against the open spaces between the bars.

"Is that a possum?" Fisher asked, reentering the interns office with a stack of files. "That's a weird pet, man, even for me."

"It's evidence… I think," Harry replied, watching as the possum keeled over and died for no apparent reason. "Did it just die?"

Fisher nodded glumly. "Everything dies. Biologically we're all dying all of the time."

Harry spared a brief glance at his depressed colleague. He had learned quickly that while Daisy was the overly optimistic intern, Colin Fisher was her opposite in the universe. Maybe Sweets would prescribe him some anti-depressive medications…

"Was the victim poisoned?" Fisher wondered aloud, coming closer to the cage.

"I read somewhere that these things sort of… pass out, I guess… when they sense danger." Harry poked the possum with his pen, tensing in case it attacked.

Fisher sighed dejectedly. "Cool."

"I don't know what's worse," Harry muttered, grimacing when he realized what he had to do next. "That I have to take care of this thing or that I have to call Dr. Hodgins for help."

Crap.


"I heard you got a new pet," Hodgins teased as he breezed through the doors to the interns office. Harry was surprised at how excited the man obviously was at the prospect of working with a live specimen. "Where are the other two on call today?"

"They ran when I told them the wicked witch of the lab was on his way," Harry replied, moving around his desk to stand next to Hodgins.

"Did you find anything in the intestinal track?" Hodgins asked, ignoring Harry's jibe.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing of any use. Lots of stuff that reminds me of the last assignment you gave me though."

"It's an opossum," Hodgins remarked, running a lazer over the animal's fur. "What'd you expect?"

"I thought Draco was a possum," Harry replied, his mouth frowning lightly. "Somehow opossum sounds weirder."

"What's weird is that you named it."

"I don't know," Harry said with a mischievous grin. "Somehow I think the name Draco suits it perfectly. After all, an opossum's only defense mechanism is to play dead... certainly sounds like a Draco to me."

"You realize I have no idea what you're talking about, right?"

Harry never got the chance to reply, as Hodgins found a cluster of dirt on Draco's epidermis and used an adhesive paper to pull it off. He held it up to the light, completely oblivious to how useless the action looked.

"Can you really see anything like that?"

Hodgins nodded. "You'd be surprised what you can learn from dirt just by looking at it. In fact, I think I just found something that will get Booth and Brennan their warrant."

Harry whistled appreciatively.

"Yeah, I'd say I was King of the Lab… but that just depresses me."

Hodgins sighed before stalking out of the room, his bad mood suddenly returning.


"Why am I here again?" Harry asked, watching the entrance to the Lincoln Memorial fly by them from the passenger seat of Hodgins' sports car.

"Because I might need help fending off the FBI idiots trying to mess with my evidence," Hodgins answered. "Why they think they can do what I do, I'll never understand."

Harry nodded. "Are we even supposed to be going there?"

"Nope."

"Did you get Dr. Saroyan's permission to take me?"

"Nope."

"Dare I ask if you at least signed us out of the lab?"

"Don't worry, boy scout," Hodgins reassured him. "I'll let Cam know where we are once we find something. That way she can't be mad at us."

"Is there a reason you don't like me, Dr. Hodgins?"

"Nothing specific," Hodgins grunted. "It's more of a general disdain than hate."

Harry nodded. "Good to know."

Both men settled into silence, neither thinking to simply turn on the radio. Instead they let the awkward silence fill the car around them, drowning them in it.

"Look, it's nothing you interns did on purpose…"

"Than what?" Harry asked, honestly curious.

"My friend Zack – you know what happened to him, right?"

Harry shrugged. "Not the whole story, just that he's in a psychiatric ward."

"Yeah, he became a cannibalistic serial killer's bitch boy," Hodgins grumbled, half-joking. "And ever since then you interns have been taking over the whole damn lab."

"Including his office," Harry clarified for the older man, reading between the lines. "I noticed the plaque outside the office my first day. I just didn't piece it together."

"And Angela's running around as if we weren't getting married just a few months ago..."

"You and Angela were engaged?"

"And Brennan keeps hiring replacements for Zack…"

"I'm sure I'm the last one... probably."

"And if Sweets tries to get me to open up one more time, I'm gonna wrap my fingers around his skinny little neck and…"

"Sweets isn't that bad, I wouldn't mind getting to talk to him more."

"Booth and Cam just keep turning their bureaucratic wheels as if nothing ever happened, as if we didn't watch Zack slip through our fingers…"

"-uh, Hodgins-"

"I can't even get into my conspiracy theories anymore…"

"HODGINS!"

Hodgins slammed on the brakes of his car and whirled his head towards Harry. "What?"

"We're here, Dr. Hodgins," Harry said, nodding his head at the hanger they were about to pass. "The FBI lab, remember?"

"Of course," Hodgins replied, pulling into the parking lot and driving right up to the car that was currently being processed for evidence.

Harry noted several of the technicians began grumbling when they saw Hodgins and him coming towards them. Hodgins was already dialing Dr. Saroyan's number.

"Hey, Hodgins," Cam greeted her voice filtering through the phone's speakers. "Angela tells me you went to pick something up from the FBI lab?"

"Yeah, the city police found the dead veterinarian's car. A forensics crew is going through it now," Hodgins explained, glancing at Harry. "I brought the new intern along with me. We'll make sure they don't screw anything up."

Harry looked nervously at the FBI lab tech who was going through the victim's car. The tech glared at the back of Hodgins head and then at Harry. The man's expression didn't change despite Harry's attempt to smile back comfortingly at the man.

For his part Hodgins didn't bother to lower his voice. "Though you never know, their incompetence could overpower us."

"Well, I hope you find something because all of the dogs we've tested so far are innocent," Cam replied, ignoring Hodgins' hostility. "And please let me know when you are going to requisition one of my employees, Dr. Hodgins. They keep disappearing on me."

"Dr. Hodgins," Harry called out, grabbing the man's attention. "The FBI found something in the car."

"Hold on, Cam, I think they've got something."

"Thank God."

"It looks like globs of blood," Harry commented, flashing his ultraviolet flashlight over the backseats. "And a bottle of pills."

Hodgins relayed the information to Cam. "Who's the prescription written for?"

Harry turned the bottle with a gloved hand. "It's for Donald Timmons, the guy with all those dogs. It's a prescription of erythromycin."

"STD medication," Hodgins interpreted.

Harry snickered at the man and raised an eyebrow in question. "You knew that pretty quickly."

"Shut up, new guy."

"Dr. Hodgins!" Cam admonished the man over the phone. "Please tell me you did not just say that to Mr. Potter-Black? Actually… just tell me you didn't tell a member of the FBI to shut up?"

"Don't worry it was just to the grunt."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Didn't Dr. Saroyan say Donald Timmons had a teenage son?"

Hodgins nodded. "Why?"

"Erythromycin is also prescribed for acne medication," Harry said pointedly.

"Cam," Hodgins grinned into the phone. "I think we just found our connection between the dog fighting ring and our dead veterinarian."

"I'll let Booth know."


Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the warehouse they suspected of housing a dog-fighting ring.

After his successful outing with Dr. Hodgins, Dr. Brennan had asked Harry to tag along to help her evaluate the numerous dogs they were expecting to find inside the building.

Harry squirmed in his seat the whole way there because Agent Booth kept grinning at him through the rear view mirror. Harry tried to ignore the man by making polite conversation with the other backseat passenger; Mr. Cesar Millan.

Millan was one of the only world-renowned dog behavior specialists. Harry had seen the man on television several times – including in the U.K. – and how he seemed to almost magically rehabilitate canines from their aggressive tendencies. Harry's suspicions that the man was a Wizard were proven wrong when the two met and Harry hadn't seen any flash of recognition from the dog whisperer.

Harry had waited in the car with Millan until the warrant had been served to the Timmons family, who owned the facility. Now, though, Harry was free to move around the property and look for evidence of a dog-fighting ring that had possibly also been the cause of death for their murder victim.

Harry studied the outside of the building before he noticed a well-worn pathway in the dirt leading to the edge of the woods. Harry carefully walked beside the path so as to not disturb any footprints they might be able to get later. When he reached the end of the trail he saw a mass grave of dog bones. He felt sick as the white bones breached the surface of the dirt, some still with maggot-covered flesh attached to it.

"Dr. Brennan!" Harry shouted, pulling the forensic anthropologists' attention to him. "I've got a grave – lots of graves, actually!"

Both Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth ran over to him. Harry pointed out the trail so that they wouldn't trample it in their rush.

For the first time since he had met Dr. Brennan, he saw a real emotional reaction from the woman. The sights of the bones visibly disturbed her. Harry watched how Booth comforted his partner and realized that maybe Harry wasn't the only one with an unrequited crush on someone in the office.

"We should head back and see if they've found any dogs alive," Booth suggested, leading the two scientists back towards the main compound.

As they cleared the tree line and entered the building's line of sight, Mr. Millan came towards them. "We're pretty sure we found the dogs that are being used in the fights, Dr. Brennan."

"That was quick," Harry complimented the man.

His face was crestfallen. "It wasn't hard with the barking so loud."

Dr. Brennan nodded grimly before setting a determined pace behind the man. Harry and Booth had to walk quickly to keep up with the woman. Clearly, Dr. Brennan was anxious to get her hands on whatever evidence would lead her to the culprits behind the dog-fighting ring.

Inside the building Harry was shocked at the amount of noise the barking was making. By the sound alone, Harry guessed there were over a dozen dogs being kept in the kennel.

Mr. Millan slid open a large metal door, revealing over twenty dogs. None of them were in a proper kennel though. Harry's heart twisted at the sight of the dogs being chained to the ground. The dogs' barking intensified at the sight of the humans but one raised hand from Millan and they all settled quietly to the ground.

"We should start checking their teeth," Dr. Brennan instructed Harry, already pulling her gear free. "See what filed teeth match the impressions we got from the victims wounds."

Mr. Millan accompanied the two scientists around the improper kennel, helping to calm the few dogs that refused to be cooperative. A few whispered words and the man had even the most fearsome canines calmly letting Dr. Brennan check their teeth.

When Harry was halfway through his side of the kennel, he came across a black lab with the deepest shade of onyx fur Harry had ever seen. The eyes were a light brown and full of personality and pain. Harry gazed down at the dog's collar and smiled.

"Hello, Orion," he greeted softly. The Labrador pushed his head into Harry's outstretched hand and snuggled against it, desperate for human contact. Harry murmured soft words into the dogs ears, listening to the animal purr in contentment.

"You have a way with him," Mr. Millan complimented softly from over Harry's shoulder, not wanting to interrupt the pair. "Did you ever have a dog before?"

Harry nodded. "Once… a long time ago. It didn't end well."

"Maybe it's time to try it again," Millan suggested, nodding pointedly at how friendly the dog was being with Harry. "I've rarely seen a dog bond with a human so quickly. Especially one who has been through what these poor dogs have suffered."

"I haven't checked his teeth yet," Harry remarked.

"Better do it before you get too attached," Millan replied. "If Orion is the dog that killed the veterinarian than he'll be put down."

Harry's grip on the dog's fur tightened slightly. He suddenly didn't want to know if Orion had been responsible for the man's death. Harry didn't want Orion to die.

"I found him," Dr. Brennan called from across the room. "This one is the killer dog."

Harry released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. "Thank Merlin."

Millan sent him a curious look before leaving to join Brennan to confirm that the other dog was the killer dog.

"What about you, Orion?" Harry asked the dog, watching those chocolate eyes look up at him in question. "Do you like kids?"

Orion's tongue fell out of the side of his mouth.

"I have no idea what that means, boy," Harry chuckled. "But you've already got a Black name. Might as well see if we can make it official."


"How was your day at work, Uncle Harry?"

Harry sighed, putting his bare feet up on the table in front of him. "Pretty good. Made some progress with some of the people at work. I got to meet another one of the interns, a really pessimistic guy called Fisher."

"At least you don't smell like poop again," Teddy grinned, squeezing his nose with his hand for emphasis. "That was just gross."

Harry chucked one of the pillows from the couch at Teddy's hair. "Hey!"

"And your day, Master Lupin?" Harry asked.

Teddy grinned. "It was good, too. My friend Parker got beat up by a girl."

"A girl, huh?"

"Yup, she carried him around like a purse and everything," Teddy added, clearly amused at his friends expense.

"You know that means she probably has a crush on him, right?"

"Really?" Teddy asked, his eyes going wide before crinkling in disgust. "That's nastier than your poop smell."

"In a few years you'll be singing a very different tune, my friend."

Teddy shrugged. "As long as I don't get cooties."

"Cooties?" Harry asked. "What are cooties?"

"You know…," Teddy waved his arms in an effort to explain the concept. "What girls give to boys that makes them all sick and stuff. Parker explained it to me."

"Parker has a lot of experience with cooties?"

"Uh-huh," Teddy nodded seriously. "Parker knows lots of stuff. He's really smart – like you are."

"You didn't tell him about your abilities did you?" Harry asked seriously. "You know you can't tell any Muggles, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Harry's heart broke at the dejected look in his godson's eyes. "Look on the bright side, Squirt, you can tell me anything you want."

"That's different!"

"What, we aren't best friends anymore?" Harry asked, his eyes wide in mock-hurt. "Has Parker replaced me?"

Teddy snuggled closer to his godfather. "Nah, Uncle Harry, we'll always be best friends."

"Glad to hear it," Harry replied, giving the top of his godson's hair a quick kiss. "Now I can show you your present."

"A present?" Teddy asked, his eyes wide with excitement. "Is it a boomerang? Cause Parker has a boomerang!"

"No, it's much better than a boomerang."

"What? What is it? Where is it?"

Harry whistled and moments later the soft clicks of paws with hard nails were heard trotting down the hallway. Teddy's eyes went wide as he caught his first sight of Orion. For his part, the dog looked equally joyous with seeing Teddy for the first time.

Love at first sight, Harry quipped to himself.

Harry had asked Dr. Saroyan for the rest of the day off to get Orion checked out and treated for his injuries. The woman was a tough administrator but Harry could tell she was a softie at heart. She'd taken one look at Orion before letting him go for the day. Even Dr. Brennan was pleased to have saved one dog out of the batch.

Harry had had Millan check Orion out and make sure he wouldn't be a danger to Teddy or anyone else. According to the criminals they'd caught running the dog-fighting ring they hadn't expected Orion to survive the next death matches. One of them had even said that Orion didn't "have the heart to kill" as if it were an insult or something.

Harry enjoyed watching Booth cuff those bastards more than he probably should have.

Watching Teddy and Orion chase each other around the living room made him sure of his choice. Orion was meant to be the latest adoption into the Black Family.

After all, the best Blacks were always orphans.


Author's Note: Hope everyone enjoyed Chapter 4 :)

This was meant to be posted yesterday but there was this HURRICANE that kind of got in the way LOL. I live right on the coast so I spent a large chunk of the last few days packing up the yard and prepping the house.

Some of you clever, clever people noticed my clues in chapters 1 and 3 that Harry's left arm had been branded with the Dark Mark. The reason for this will be revealed in an upcoming chapter but, you know, feel free to speculate…

And one VERY observant reviewer, ShadowinRW, picked up on my biggest mistake: Sweets is actually a psychologist and not a psychiatrist as I previously wrote. My bad. If anyone catches any of these errors in the future, please do point them out so I don't continue to look like a complete moron :/

For anyone looking on an update for When the Lightning Strikes, my Supernatural crossover fic, there should be a new chapter posted within the next few days.

As always, REVIEWS are the best inspiration :)