Okay, here it is, and... OH MY GOSH! I updated in a week! It's amazing. anyway, this chap was actually kinda hard to start, so let me know if it shows...K? K. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I have well over 100 reviews for this fic and didn't even notice it. I plan on starting to reply to the reviews, even if it is just 'Thanks'. Now, read-

Harry sat, staring at the clock on the wall. School was almost over for the day. It was almost time for him to go to Kelly's. He barely registered the homework his teacher assigned right before the bell rang.

He barely managed to keep from running from the room, but still walked at a quicker pace than usual. He could barely believe that the Dursley's were letting him go to her house. They normally tried to prevent him from feeling any happiness, but he figured they did not want to look bad to her parents.

When he reached to front of the school, he quickly scanned the crowed for Kelly. He couldn't find her, but did see the Dursley's walking out of the gate with Dudley.

"Harry!" a voice caught his attention.

The boy turned to see Kelly behind him. A smile stretched across his face.

"Kelly! I was looking for you," he told her.

"Well, I found you instead," she laughed.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd.

"I forgot to tell you that I meet my mom by the bench," she explained. "So I decided to find you before meeting her. I cannot wait to get home; we are going to have a ton of fun! I have so much planned!"

"You're going to talk his ear off at this rate, Kelly," a soft voice laughed.

Harry looked up to see an older version of Kelly sitting on the bench. The woman smiled at him.

"You must be Harry," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, shaking her hand.

"I'm Kelly's mom," the woman told him. "Come on, you two, the cars out front."

Before long, they were driving through the neighborhood streets, towards Kelly's house.


Shannon watched the pair through the rear-view mirror as she stopped for a red light. Kelly was rambling away with what the two were going to do that afternoon. Harry seemed to be hanging on to her every word; a smile gracing his face.

He was an adorable little boy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes shone as he listened to Kelly. The black hair, green eye combination didn't hurt anything, either. Yes, he was as cute as nine year olds come, but something didn't sit right with her.

He was about Kelly's height, but much thinner, and it did not seem like he was at a healthy weight. His skin was pale, as if he never got any sun. His eyes, although bright, seemed to hold darkness to them.

A honk behind her caused to the snap her attention to the road. The light had turned green while she was watching the kids. Quickly, she started down the road.

Only part of her attention, however, was on driving. She couldn't get the shadow under Harry's eye out of her mind. It looked like a bruise. A healing one, yes, but he had still been hurt.

Part of her mind told her that he was a young boy; he could have gotten into a fight, or fallen while running around.

But another part of her mind didn't believe it.


Harry stared at the house as Kelly's mum pulled into the drive. It was about the same size as the Dursley's. It had two floors and a large bay window on the bottom floor. He could see a playhouse in the backyard, and a few toys were by the front door.

He was pulled out of the car by Kelly, who was bouncing as she waited for her mum to unlock the door. The woman laughed as the kids rushed into the house.

The inside of the house was just a nice as the outside. It opened into a hallway with pictures of Kelly and her parents hanging on the wall. They passed an open door to a dining room and a set of stairs before entering the kitchen.

"I always have a snack when I get home," Kelly told him once they entered the room.

"Kelly asked me to buy some Oreos from the base for you," Shannon said as she walked into the room.

"Yeah, I told her you have never tried them, but they are way too good for you to never eat some," Kelly smiled.

Harry grinned back. Shannon put a plate full of round cookies in front of them. Harry picked one up, and looked at it. It looked different than any other cookie he had ever seen. Some icing was sandwiched between two chocolate cookies.

"Try it," Kelly encouraged him. He glanced at her; she had chocolate crumbs in the corner of her mouth.

Harry slowly took a bite of the cookie. His eyes went wide and he shoved the rest of it in his mouth. Kelly laughed.

"These are amazing," he said after swallowing.

"Told you," she smiled.


Gibbs hung his cover on the hook in the hallway as he walked into his house. He could smell dinner being made in the kitchen, and could hear laughing in the yard.

"I'm guessing Harry's here," he said after kissing his wife.

"Yeah," Shannon replied. "They are playing 'Pirate' in the yard."

"Hmm. What's for dinner?"

"Fettuccini Alfredo."

"Ohh."

He reached over her shoulder, and swiped his finger along the edge of the pot, stealing some of the sauce. Shannon laughed, and swatted his hand away.

Gibbs laughed as he walked into the backyard, where the kids were hanging off the playhouse.

"Don't fall," he warned then.

"Daddy!" Kelly exclaimed.

She jumped off the metal and raced towards him. She jumped into his arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her tight for a second before putting her down.

"Daddy, this is Harry," she said, pulling a small boy towards him.

"Hello, sir," the boy said, holding out his hand. Gibbs took it as he took in the boy's appearance.

He was tiny, and almost looked sick. His clothes hung off his body, and it looked like his pants were held up by some rope. He had a healing bruise under his eye. Gibbs held back his anger as he talked.

"Don't call me sir, call me Gibbs," he told the boy.

Harry's eyes lit up when he said it, as if it was one of the best things in the world.

"Okay," the boy said.

"Dinner is almost ready, so why don't you two go wash up," he suggested.

"Alright, Daddy," Kelly said before dragging Harry back into the house.

Gibbs followed them into the house. He glanced at his wife before going upstairs to change out of his dress blues.


Harry tried to keep the surprise off of his face as Kelly's mum ladled some of the pasta onto his plate. Aunt Petunia had certainly never served him food. Actually, Aunt Petunia barely let him eat.

He saw Kelly grin at him from across the table before she started to eat.

"I hope you like it, Harry," her mum said. "It's Kelly's favorite."

Harry took a quick bite of the meal, and grinned. It was better than anything he had ever made, and definitely better than anything his aunt made.

"It's amazing, Mrs. Gibbs," he told her.

The woman smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said.

Harry smiled sheepishly, and looked down at his meal.

He ate silently as Kelly told her parents about her day at school. He was content to let her talk. He had just had the best afternoon of his life, and wished the Dursley's were more like this.

He was pushing some bits of the pasta around in the sauce when he noticed the silence. He looked up to see Kelly and her parents looking at him. He shot Kelly a questioning look, and she started to laugh.

Her mum gave her a look before looking back at him.

"I asked if you were done," she repeated.

"Oh, yes I am. It was delicious, Mrs. Gibbs," he smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Okay, how about you and Kelly go watch a movie as her father and I clean up from dinner."

"Alright, let's go, Harry," Kelly quickly agreed.

She moved around the table and pulled Harry into another room. Harry watched as she opened a cabinet and started to go through some VHS tapes. He didn't interrupt her as she searched. Instead, he looked at some of the picture around the room.

Most were of Kelly, but one caught his attention. It was of her parents. Mrs. Gibbs was hugging Gibbs from behind; her arms were wrapped around his neck. Both of them were smiling widely. Harry wondered if that was what his parents had looked like. He knew his mum had red hair because of something Aunt Petunia had said once. He could imagine them being that happy, despite what his relative had told him.

"Here it is!" Kelly's voice startled him. She was walking towards the television with a movie held high in the air.

She opened the box and was soon fast-forwarding through the previews. When the screen turned blue, with a castle over some words, she played it, and pulled him towards the sofa.

The blue screen soon gave way to a book with the words 'Robin Hood' on it. The book opened, and a roster wearing medieval clothing started to walk across the pages while singing.


Gibbs held Shannon as they watched the children from the doorway. Kelly's head was leaning on Harry's shoulder, while the boys head leaned on Kelly's head. On the screen, the animals were running from the castle prison. They heard Harry gasp as the youngest rabbit was almost left behind.

Shannon glanced at the boy for a second, before motioning for her and Gibbs to leave the room.

"Jethro," Shannon started when they were in the kitchen. She paused for a second before starting again. "Do you think Harry's family mistreats him?"

Gibbs didn't answer right away. He stared at the doorway for a few more moments before sighing.

"I'm not sure, Shan, but I'll talk to him before he leaves tonight," he told her.

"I may be over reacting," Shannon said, almost trying to convince herself. "But he's just so small, and looks underfed. And that bruise, it looks like someone hit him."

"I know, and if they are, we'll do something about it. Unless he tells us, we can't do anything."

Shannon sighed, and leaned her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

Little tidbit: this is my longest chap yet! whoop! Yeah, I decided to let Harry have some fun, but the next chap is darker, I would know cause O.o I have already started to write it! It should be up soon:)