AUTHOR'S NOTES: Something that I failed to think about with the NCIS stuff was the fact that I'd named Harry's girlfriend Ziva Kenazi. So, for clarification, NCIS's Ziva David will be Ziva D. and Ziva Kenazi will be Ziva K.

And as far as pairings, it will be Ziva D. and Tony and Gibbs will be with Abby.

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Chapter 10

In the local prison, Vernon Dursley wasn't happy as he sat in an interrogation room with Judge Diana Hartig and Blake Thorton. "I have nothing to say to you!" Vernon snapped, angrily.

Leaning on the table, Blake asked, "Why did you try to kill Harry?" When Vernon didn't reply, Blake went on. "Look, the hit and run combined with your attack on Harry in the courtroom… You're looking at life in prison. If someone was coercing you… that can be taken into account." Seeing that the man wasn't going to budge, Blake decided that it was time to play dirty. "Okay, here's how it works: You tell us what we want to know and I don't tell your current cellmates that you sexually abused Harry."

"You have NO proof that I EVER--!"

"Don't need proof," Blake said, his tone cold. "I can just start the rumor. Criminals don't typically care about proof after all. And even hardened jailbirds don't take kindly to child molesters."

"If you talk," Diana said flatly. "We can put you in solitary confinement."

"I want a reduced sentence," Vernon said, crossing his arms.

"No way in Hell," Blake said at once, his gaze murderous.

"Inspector," Diana said, warningly. Looking at Vernon, she added, "We'll consider parole in 20 years." Her tone made it clear that this was a 'take it or leave it' deal.

Vernon gave an angry and exasperated sigh that clearly said 'oh, very well'. "Earlier that day a man approached me. He knew about Potter. He started provoking me… He said that I had to think about my family… Protecting them… He knew Potter was…" Vernon stopped and Blake knew why. The mystery man knew Harry was a wizard but Vernon couldn't say that in front of the judge or he'd be pegged as crazy.

"So he riled you up," Blake said, with the tiniest nod possible, indicating that he knew what Vernon meant. "Then you saw Harry crossing the street and you sped up…" Blake added, his tone one of forced calm. Looking at Diana, he indicated they should leave.

As the started to exit the room, Vernon jumped up but was quickly grabbed by one of the guards. "What about my deal?!" Vernon shouted.

"We'll consider it," Blake said as two guards dragged the man away.

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Willow Gosermer paced in front of an abandoned warehouse which was serving as a temporary FBINA office while she waited for Anna to show up with the NCIS team from Virginia. Checking her watch before pulling back her long red hair in a messy knot, she decided to give them 10 more minutes before she called headquarters for a location update on Anna.

Hearing a car honking, Willow turned and saw an SUV pull up to the curb and Anna behind the wheel. "I was starting to worry!" Willow said as her Deputy Director got out along with 4 others. "You're the NCIS team, yes?"

"Special Agent Jethro Gibbs," said the older man. "This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Officer Ziva David."

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Ziva said, smiling as she shook Willow's hand.

"'Officer'? Willow asked, curiously as she eyes the woman.

"Formerly of Israeli Mossad," Ziva replied.

"Ahhh…" Willow said, nodding. "And… who's your friend?"

"Abby Scuito," Abby said, grinning. "I used to be a witch but now I'm a forensic scientist."

"Interesting career change," Willow said as Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva grabbed bags from the back of the SUV. Gesturing to the building, she said, "First two floors are our temporary offices. 3rd floor is living quarters."

Once the team had deposited their things in their rooms, they joined Anna and Willow on the second floor which was a large room with about 6 different computer stations manned by men and woman wearing blue robes and a large TV screen took up almost one entire wall.

"Wow…" Abby said, looking around. "This is…"

"We'll show you the basement lab in a moment," Anna said as she went to the first witch. "What's going on?"

"We've been tracking the Death Eaters," the witch replied. "No new activities. Our Aurors have picked them up and transported them to Azkaban."

"Azkaban?" Gibbs whispered to Abby.

"Wizarding prison located on an island out in the middle of the ocean," Abby explained.

"I thought you said most witches and wizards weren't big on the technology," Tony said, looking around the room. "This is…"

"That's the rest of the wizarding world, Agent DiNozzo," Willow said. "In the U.S., we're far more advanced."

"How advanced?" Ziva asked, curiously.

"The British Ministry of Magic can only track a witch or wizard if they're between 11 and 17 years of age and only if they use spells outside of an approved area," Anna said, smirking. "We can track any witch or wizard by honing in on their magical signature."

"So what do you need us here for?" Gibbs asked Willow.

Signaling to one of the other aurors, Willow waited until three pictures popped up on the TV screen on the wall. "Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Barty Crouch, Jr.. We know they've dispatched Tom Riddle—aka, Voldemort—along with one of Voldemort's followers, Peter Pettigrew. Now they're looking to build their own following." Turning to Gibbs, she said, "We're not investigators. And we need a… a fresh eye to look at the situation. Anna will accompany you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Dumbledore has already set up suites for the four of you."

Gibbs nodded, still feeling a bit out of place.

"Hey, don't worry, Gibbs," Abby said, cheerfully. "Let's go get something to drink and then we can head for the school."

"How are we getting to this school anyway?" Tony asked.

Abby didn't reply, but rather just smirked.

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Since the morning mail had already come, Harry was surprised when Hedwig flew in during dinner holding a letter addressed to him in Kate's handwriting.

"Is that from Mom?" Rae asked, leaning over to read the letter.

Harry nodded as his eyes skimmed the page.

'Dear Harry,

Hope things are okay. We heard about Rae's fight with Malfoy—'

When Harry looked up sharply at Rae she waved a hand and said, "Later, Harry…"

'I wanted to tell you that my cousin's coming to Hogwarts with some of the people she works with. Keep an eye on them.

Also, it looks like you were right about Vernon Dursley. The hit and run wasn't an accident. If I find out more I'll let you know.

Kate'

"What do you mean it wasn't an accident?" Rae asked at the same time Harry asked, "You had a fight with Malfoy?"

Rae sighed as she shook her hair out of her eyes. "He tripped me, then I tackled him and shoved his face into the ground. Now what about you?"

Harry didn't reply right away but after a few moments, he said, "I think… one of Voldemort's Death Eaters… somehow talked Vernon into hitting me with his car."

"Okay…" Rae said, thinking. "So… Someone else wants you dead, or…? No, there are easier ways to kill someone than a car…" she mused. Her eyes widened as she said, "But maybe the accident was to incapacitate you."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Think about it," Rae said, eager to explain her theory. "They get your uncle to hit you with his car which is covered nicely by the fact that he was abusive."

"And if I'm in a wheelchair," Harry said, following. "Then I won't get in the way of any plans." Looking pointedly at Rae, he said, "We need to talk to Dumbledore. He needs to know about this. Come on."

As they headed up to the staff table, Harry caught Dumbledore's eye and the headmaster nodded, whispering something to McGonagall and Moody, both of whom followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall, Rae and Harry bringing up the rear.

Up in Dumbledore's office, Harry started to speak, but Dumbledore spoke first. "I know that you were right, Harry. It seems as though you were one out of numerous victims."

"What do you mean?" Rae asked, her brow furrowing.

"Death Eaters have been pulling this all over," Moody said, gruffly. "Convincing abusive muggle to attack their families. Did it in the United States, too. American Ministry is sending people over here to check it out."

"I know," Harry said, holding up Kate's letter. "I just found out."

"Who is the American Ministry sending?" Rae asked, curious.

"The Deputy Director, Annabelle Hartig," Dumbledore replied. "I heard she would be bringing others, but not who, exactly. They will be here tomorrow morning."

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"Harry? You okay?" Ron asked as he watched the black-haired teenager staring at the same spot in his transfiguration book for 10 minutes.

"Mmm?" Harry said, looking up. "What did you say?"

"Come on, Harry," Ron said, beaming. "You said it yourself. You-Know-Who is gone! Cheer up, Harry!"

Harry nodded and silently packed up his things and headed upstairs to the dorm. Dumping his bag on top of his trunk, Harry started to get ready for bed. It was early, but he didn't feel like being around other people just now. True, Voldemort was gone, but there was still some veiled threat out there… Who knew who or what would attack?

Once Harry had changed into his pajamas, he pulled the sheets and blankets back just as Ron came into the room.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked, going to his own bed next to Harry's and sitting down. "Something's bothering you, I can tell."

Harry wheeled around and looked at Ron. "Ever since I started at Hogwarts I expected Uncle Vernon to so something to me… something big… I saw his eyes when he came at me that day. He wanted to hurt me." After a moment, he went on. "Death Eaters have been provoking abusive muggles into violent attacks."

"So… it wasn't an accident?" Ron said, looking horrified.

Harry shook his head as he looked at his lower body, his anger rising. It was bad enough when he thought that Vernon had hit him and not cared. Now he had to deal with the fact that his uncle had know what he was doing and more to point had hit him on purpose.

"Harry?" Ron asked, seeing the look of pain and anger on his best friend's face.

"He knew," Harry said, bitterly. Looking at Ron, he said, "Vernon knew exactly what he was doing… What he did to me… He ruined my life, Ron!"

"I know…" Ron said, slowly. "But… I mean… You can't change what's been done, Harry…"

"I know!" Harry said, angrily. "I know…"

Ron thought for a moment and then said, "I think it's like what Hermione was telling us about those wizards who killed under the influence of the Imperius Curse. If it wasn't their fault you can forgive hem. But if they killed willingly…"

Fighting back the tears he felt, Harry shook his head. "I never would have forgiven him!"

Ron didn't reply. Instead, he went back downstairs as Harry wheeled around and lifted himself onto his bed.

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Harry was late getting up the next day but since it was Saturday he took his time getting a shower and getting dressed in a sweater, jeans, and sneakers before heading down to the Common Room. The mess of papers and books left by the students the night before had been neatly stacked and organized.

After navigating the stairs, Harry levitated his wheelchair down the main staircase into the Entrance hall just as the front doors opened and 5 people entered.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked the group. Three of them seemed to be muggles, judging by the fact that they were looking around the hall in total disbelief. The younger woman seemed less surprised, but she was still awestruck by the sheer size of the interior.

The woman wearing robes cast an appreciative eye around, finally noticing Harry. "Mr. Potter, I presume."

Harry nodded. "And you are?"

"Anna Hartig. I'm with the Ministry of Magic in the United States," the woman replied, holding out a hand as Harry wheeled closer.

Harry shook her hand then said, "Did you want breakfast before you talk to Dumbledore?"

Anna didn't ask how Harry knew about that and instead nodded. "Sure. Lead the way."

Harry turned and headed for the Great Hall and the Gryffindor table where Rae was talking to Hermione.

"Harry," Hermione said, looking a bit surprised. "We were starting to worry. Oh, Ron and Ginny wanted me to remind you that Quidditch tryouts are today at 3." Looking at Anna, her eyes widened slightly.

"Oh," Harry said, seeing Hermione's look. "This is—"

"Deputy Director Annabelle Hartig of the Federal Bureau of International Non-mundane Affairs," Hermione said, quickly.

'Why do I even bother trying to explain things to her?' Harry thought to himself.

Anna smiled as she sat down, motioning to the others to do the same. "This is the team from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service in Virginia: Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Abby Scuito, and Ziva David."

Harry stared at Ziva David. "Where… are you from?" he asked her.

"Israel," Ziva replied, "Why?"

Harry started to reply but he bit his lip and smiled when he saw his girlfriend coming over from the Ravenclaw table. "Uh, this is Hermione Granger, Rae Thorton, and, uh… my girlfriend, Ziva Kenazi," Harry added as Ziva sat next to Harry.

"Any relation to Ezra Kenazi?" Ziva David asked, arching an eyebrow in curiousity.

"My father," Ziva K. replied. "You know him?"

"I know of him," Ziva D. said. "I have seen some of his artwork in museums."

"Dad does special designs for custom broomsticks now," Ziva K. said.

"Oh, for Quidditch!" Abby said, quickly. Turning to the others, she said, "That's the game I was trying to explain earlier."

"Okay, can we talk after we eat?" Tony said impatiently. "I'm starving!"

"Doubt that, DiNozzo," Gibbs said as he poured himself a glass of orange juice and grabbed a piece of toast. Looking at Harry, he asked, "Any chance of a cup of coffee?"

Harry shrugged. "Um… Maybe one of the house elves could—" As soon as Harry said that, there was a crack and a familiar house elf appeared wearing a pair of children's soccer shorts and a tea cozy for a hat. "Dobby! What are you doing here?"

"Dobby is working at Hogwarts, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby said, happily. "Dobby heard Harry Potter ask for a house elf and Dobby came right away, sir!"

"Er… any chance we could get a pot of coffee, Dobby?" Harry asked, tentatively.

"Anything for Harry Potter!" Dobby exclaimed, vanishing with a second crack.

A few seconds later, a pot of coffee appeared on the table along with a couple mugs.

As Gibbs poured himself a cup of some of the best coffee he'd had in years, he grinned when he heard Abby ask, "I wonder if they've heard of Caf-Pow?"

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