[Notes, disclaimer and everything in chapter 1 – do read that]

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If Fornell's lower jaw had landed down in Gibbs's basement, no one would have been surprised, but that's not what happened.

No…

Fornell started to grin.

He crouched in front of his daughter and opened his mouth to say something, but Emily spoke first, 'I know, Daddy, but it's not your fault if Mummy doesn't like magic… and it was meant to happen that way.'

Fornell hugged his daughter, which made Abby coo.

'Do you know anything else, Em?' Gibbs asked the little girl.

'About the kids from England?' she asked.

'Yes,' Gibbs said gently.

She shook her head and said, 'No, sorry.'

'You already helped us a lot. You deserve some marmite,' Harry said with a small smile.

Throughout the world, there were six – now seven – true seers, and an indefinite number of wizards and witches with partial abilities. During Harry's days at Hogwarts, Professor Trelawney hadn't been much help in the prediction department, but once he started working in the Auror Department, he'd had the opportunity to contact one of the true seers, and his mind had been changed on the topic.

'Oh, I won't like it, but I want to try once,' Emily said.

Ducky chuckled and said, 'A true scientific mind, too. Excellent, Emily!'

Emily beamed at him.

'Emily?' Ron said.

Ron and Hermione had joined Harry in the Auror training. After two weeks, Hermione had asked Kingsley if she could be transferred to the Legal Department – by then, Ron had already left to go to work with his brother George. Work with George was much quieter than anything Ministry-related, and Ron loved his work at the shop.

Ron wanted a quieter life than Harry and Hermione, but sometimes, every now and then, he spotted a little detail that escaped both his friends.

Emily's gift had just awakened. She'd need years of training to be able to feel the information that she needed to know to be a fully active seer, but right now, there were a few things that she was seeing naturally. She already knew what Ron wanted to ask her.

'Is there something else that you can tell us?' Ron asked gently.

Hermione smiled because of her husband's good idea.

'I have two things in my head, but it doesn't make sense,' Emily said.

'Perhaps it'll make sense to us,' Ron said with a bright smile.

'Really?' Emily asked, looking up at her father.

Fornell nodded once and smiled to encourage his daughter to speak.

'Well, the first thing that's in my head is "she needs help", but I don't know who or why,' Emily said.

'Lily?' Abby asked.

Emily shook her head, tilted it, which was what she did when she was looking for an answer, and said, 'No, a Muggle.'

'Ziva,' Tony gasped.

Harry put a hand on Gibbs's arm and whispered, 'If you show me where she is on a map, and if you warn her not to attack me, I can Apparate to her.'

'If she's working for her father at Mossad headquarters, I can go with Potter,' Fornell added.

'Harry,' Harry growled at Fornell, which made Emily giggle.

Fornell grinned and nodded at Harry.

'It's funny,' Emily said with a wide smile.

'What, my dear?' Ducky asked.

'Now that I said that thing aloud, it no longer feels as if it's swimming in my head,' she explained.

'I think this is how it's supposed to work,' Harry told her.

'Yes,' Fornell added laconically.

'So, you have another seer in your family,' Tony declared.

Fornell grinned again. 'Yes, my great-grandmother. I'm sure she's going to send an…' he began to say. Before he had time to finish his sentence and say "owl", a small bird, no bigger than Ron's tiny Pigwidgeon, landed onto Fornell's head.

'That's the issue with true seers,' Hermione pointed out.

Harry always had owl-treats in his pockets; he gave Fornell one for the tiny bird.

'Always give a messenger owl a treat,' Harry told Emily, who nodded obediently.

Fornell took the letter, read its contents, put it in his pocket, and gave the owl its treat. The small bird gulped it down, hooted and flew away.

'What's the other thing that's in your head, Em?' Tim asked when he noticed that she was rubbing her head just above her right eye.

She smiled brightly at Tim, and then turned to look at Ducky.

'Emily?' Ducky said.

'It's weird what I see,' she said.

'Tell him, and it'll leave your head,' Fornell told his daughter.

Emily shrugged, looked intensely at Ducky and said, 'Christmas will announce your fourth kid.'

Ducky blinked.

'Now that's something!' Abby said good-naturedly.

Emily crinkled her nose as if she'd just inhaled pollen, and she added, 'That goes for you, too.'

Abby blinked in her turn.

'We'll have to dig deeper to decipher that one,' Tim said philosophically.

'Unless there's a potion or a spell that'd allow Abby to get pregnant with quadruplets that she could have in just about five months,' Tony declared.

'Stop watching the telly, mate! We do magic; we're not from outer space!' Harry exclaimed.

'Because…' Fornell told Gibbs, as he waved his index finger from Ducky to Abby and back.

Gibbs nodded.

'Is everybody discussing our life?' Ducky growled.

'Well, Tony's curious to know more,' Tim said.

'I think he's got something to ask you,' Abby added.

'Tony?' Ducky asked.

Tony spluttered and blushed bright red.

'I'll tell you later,' Abby told Ducky.

'Thank you, Abigail,' he answered.

'Are you sure you don't have a few love children out there in the world?' Fornell asked Ducky.

'Not that I know of, and why would they all contact me before the end of the year? That's highly improbable,' Ducky said.

'That leaves adoption,' Ron stated.

'Not only,' Emily said. She looked at her father and asked, 'Is it always going to be this strange?'

'No, Em, just today, or even just a few hours. You've developed a new kind of magic, and it's going to feel strange in the beginning, but it's not always going to be like that,' Fornell explained.

'Good, because it's really strange,' Emily said, as she crinkled her nose.

'Ducky?' Abby murmured.

He turned to face her, knowing that she wanted to bring up the topic of babies. Abby's position about marriage was well-known in their team, but only Gibbs knew how she felt about children. Her relationship with Ducky was too recent – and he was so surprised that they were together that it had never occurred to him to bring up the topic of children.

Besides, Ducky thought that he was too old to have a child now – and he didn't want to tie Abby down to him.

'You're completely daft,' Harry intervened.

'Harry! You should really stop reading people's minds!' Hermione growled.

Harry swirled to the screen and growled back, 'He's thinking so hard that I can hear him in my poor head.' He turned back to Ducky and added more gently, 'Sorry, but your age is irrelevant. You could die today, or in thirty years.'

Ducky looked at Abby; he was lost, but the one thing he knew was that he loved her. She was a fantastic friend, a witty young woman and a great and tender lover; he knew what he was hoping for when he invited her to move in with him.

Abby winked and smiled as she said, 'We need to talk, Dr Mallard.'

Ducky was so happy that she wasn't planning to move abroad because of what Emily had said that he looked twenty years younger.

Emily blinked several times, and only Harry noticed it. He'd ask her what she saw later; he knew better than try to read the mind of a true seer – even one who'd just awakened her gift.

'Er… Excuse me, but there's something that I'd like to know about what we can do to find the kids from here,' Tim said.

'What?' Hermione asked warmly.

'I don't have the slightest idea what you guys can do, but is there some kind of magic that could be done here legally?' Tim asked.

The NCIS team turned towards Fornell, who protested, 'I'm not qualified in international law.'

'But I am,' Hermione said with a deep sigh.

'Is there anything I can do?' Fornell asked her.

Hermione shook her head and said, 'No, not until we know where the children are, and what happened to them. We can't risk having any kind of magic interfering with the law that Lady Malfoy used. If there's a chance that Harry could claim the children as his again, we mustn't use magic.'

'How do you know that the kids are here now?' Gibbs inquired.

'Mere luck, in fact,' Hermione said. 'I overheard someone in Export, who complained that he had to spell a special Portkey to the US for Lady Malfoy,' she explained. 'I can do a bit of detective work, but I'm a jurist.'

'If I don't use magic, I can investigate the Portkey, then,' Fornell said.

'Yes,' Hermione said.

'All right. I have friends in the Import Department; if they pull the right strings, we could have access to the Malfoys' accounts,' Fornell said.

'Perhaps Narcissa can help you. I'm sure she'd tell the Goblins to give you access to everything you need,' she told Fornell. She turned towards Ron and said, 'Go to my office and tell Narcissa about our new friends.'

'How is she going to react to Muggles?' Harry intervened.

'Harry, you saw her lie to Riddle to get to her son. She'd do anything to find Scorpius, but she's changed a lot. I'm not a Legilimens, but I know that she's changed her mind about Muggles. Lucius improved a lot, too – and he blames himself for what his son did,' Hermione declared.

'Have you been brewing potions again?' Harry asked his friend, a small smile gracing his lips.

'You know her, mate,' Ron told Harry.

Hermione glared at her husband, and Ron said, 'I'm off to the Ministry. See you all!'

Ron jogged away to leave the warded area and Disapparate to his wife's office.

'So, 'Mione, did you give them a few drops of Veritaserum?' Harry inquired.

'That's quite a difficult potion to brew,' Fornell pointed out.

Harry pointed his right thumb towards the screen and said, 'She brewed Polyjuice potion when she was twelve. She's a genius.'

Hermione blushed, and Fornell whistled, quite impressed.

'I take it the Veritaserum potion encourages one to speak the truth,' Ducky intervened.

'Whether you want to tell it or not,' Hermione said. 'They agreed to take it, and they're really eager to find Scorpius. They'd like to understand what happened to Astoria, as well.'

'I met her only twice. She was a good Slytherin, and a true lady,' Harry said sadly.

'Not good enough to notice that Draco no longer wanted her,' Hermione said.

'Don't blame her,' Harry said. More to himself than to anyone in the room, he whispered, 'I never saw a thing with Ginny until she used that law.'

An embarrassed silence fell in the room. The tension was broken when Emily's stomach growled loudly.

A chuckling Ducky led the little witch to the kitchen.

'Now that I know how to find Abby, I think I should stop this chat. George's wards might attract too much attention. I suggest that we make contact again in a few hours, as if Abby and I were just chatting about the weather,' Hermione said.

'Good strategy,' Gibbs said. 'Abbs, can you send her all the possible ways of contacting us?'

'Already done, Gibbs,' Abby answered.

'Where's the most discreet place to Apparate at your place, Agent Gibbs?' Hermione asked.

'It's just Gibbs, and that would be the basement. Don't do anything to the boat I'm building there, or there won't be enough potions and spells in the entire world to put you back together,' Gibbs said.

'And he means it,' Fornell added.

'Duly noted,' Hermione said.

'Perhaps I should be the one calling next time. McGee and I can protect our connection with a few tricks,' Abby said.

'Perfect! And you can phone my parents if there's anything you want to share. Ron and I spend most of our weekends with my parents, but we can't change our schedules too much. Draco can buy his friends, and it wouldn't do to end up on the Unspeakables' radar if we act strangely,' she said.

'The what?' Abby asked.

'The Wizarding CIA, only worse,' Fornell summarized.

Abby hissed. 'Okay, I'll call you in six hours,' she said.

'See you then. Good luck to us all,' Hermione said.

'Thanks, Hermione,' Harry said.

'Hey, you're family, idiot,' she said, suddenly on the verge of tears. 'I wish I were there to hit you with one of my light-reading books to force some sense into your head,' she added.

Harry opened his mouth to tease his friend and try to cheer her up, but Gibbs smacked the back of Harry's head.

'Will this do?' Gibbs asked Hermione.

'Yea,' she half-sobbed, half-laughed. 'See you soon on the web,' and with those words, she put and end to the conference.

'Oi! You should know better than to hit an Auror, Jethro!' Harry protested.

Gibbs invaded the younger man's space. When they were almost nose to nose, Gibbs said, 'Then try to be fast enough to avoid my hand.'

Harry blinked, and then said, 'Fair enough.'

'All right, do you have any information about the kids, besides the unexpected connection with Mrs Granger?' Gibbs asked his team.

'Not yet, Gibbs,' Abby said, as she started typing again.

'We're not done entering the descriptions on Social Services and adoption agencies' servers, but we should start getting results soon,' Tim said.

'There are a lot of kids who entered the system, but even in the entire country, they're not millions over the past month,' Tony said.

'Sorry to pop your pretty bubble, but you might have to go back years,' Fornell said. Abby and Tim blinked at him, and therefore, he added, 'They might have been entered into the system from the moment they were born, if the mother wanted to make them disappear. I'll go see my colleagues and have them investigate the Portkey. I'll call you if I find something important.'

Fornell went to the kitchen to tell his daughter that he'd be away for a few minutes.

'If that's what was done, we've got to extend our search back to 2005 for James, 2006 for Albus and last year for Lily,' Abby said as she broadened her filters.

'Their names were probably changed,' Tony pointed out.

'No kidding!' Tim snorted. 'We're only working from descriptions, which is why it's so slow,' he explained.

'She wants to hurt me, so she may have found a way to make sure no one's going to take them in and love them,' Harry added.

That declaration froze the young agents.

'They'll add that, Harry. Let's go finish your breakfast,' Gibbs said.

Harry followed him, but said, 'You're not my dad, Jethro!'

'I'm almost twice your age, and older than your father would be,' Gibbs pointed out.

'You're not my father, Leroy,' Harry said.

'Careful, Potter. I haven't forgotten how to spank,' Gibbs teased his younger friend.

'Did you spank your daughter?' Emily asked with a small voice.

'Never,' Gibbs told her.

From the dining-room, Abby, Tim and Tony could hear the nuances of love and affection when he answered the little witch.

'It was wife number two, well, three actually, who liked to be spanked, I heard,' Abby whispered to her two friends.

Tim whistled softly.

'How old is Harry again?' Tony asked in a very low whisper.

Abby and Tim traded looks and didn't answer, which made Tony whimper with frustration.

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Fornell came back after his contacts launched an investigation on the Portkey delivered to Ginevra Potter, now Malfoy.

The end of that morning was rather quiet.

Gibbs called Tel Aviv, but Ziva's father was unavailable – and so was she. He left a message for both, asking them to call back as soon as possible.

Much to everybody's surprise, Gibbs and Harry were cooking lunch for them all when the loud "pop" of a transatlantic Apparition was heard from the basement.

Harry and Fornell went to investigate – wands at the ready.

Harry gaped when the visitor saw him, put his wand away in his sleeve and knelt down in sign of submission.

'Oh, get up, Malfoy, we're in the same jam!' Harry growled.

'Cissa told me to come help you with the Goblins,' Lucius Malfoy declared.

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