A/N: As my muse has sopped beyond getting Harry off to Hogwarts, I am ending this story here. After I finish some of my incomplete stories, I may end up doing a sequel showing how first year would go, but that is far in the future. I'd be perfectly willing to have anyone who wants to take the time and effort write one based on this story.

Pre-Hogwarts and Ramping up to First Year

Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat on a plane with his family. They were on their way to London.

After having been severely injured in the last days of Desert Storm, he had also received the shock of hearing of his family's close encounter with a murderer. He had not been a cooperative patient after hearing that.

As a result, he had gotten himself sent stateside as soon as was medically possible from Germany where he had been taken after getting hurt. He had been transferred to Bethesda to recuperate.

The reunion with his family had been emotional. He had originally planned to stay in the Marines but Harry had convinced him that Kelly and Shannon would need protection if he was going to be going off to school in England and Harry wouldn't feel right if his Dad was posted overseas.

So, he had taken the medical discharge he was offered. He was then immediately recruited by NIS. NIS was salivating at the chance to have an agent cleared to know about the magical world – there were not that many available chances.

Before he started, however, he was going to get Harry set up for Hogwarts.

Harry looked around the dingy pub as they made their way inside. "Dad? Are you sure this is the right place?" Harry's British accent was almost completely gone – it had only been saved by his interactions with Uncles Moony and Padfoot.

Gibbs smirked as he led his family inside. "Yep. You'll see." He motioned the bartender.

Tom came over and asked, "Can I help you?"

"My son," he put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "is here to get his supplies for school. Can you open the way?"

Tom looked down at the boy and suddenly gasped. "Bless my soul! Harry Potter!"

The conversations in the background suddenly stopped entirely as everyone looked at what was happening.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Harry tried to remain calm even as he said, "Thank you, sir."Everyone was looking at him. An old woman with a pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out.

Suddenly, there was a great scraping of chairs and the entire group of customers started moving forward. Kelly nervously whimpered even as Shannon shielded her. Gibbs suddenly called out, "Stop!"

His voice had such a note of command that everyone immediately followed that order.

"I know that my son Harry is well known here, but you have to give him some space. You can say hello, but not overwhelm him."

The patrons sheepishly formed a line. The Gibbs family was surprised to be the recipients of their own well-wishers. "Doris Crockford. I can't believe I'm meeting your boy at last. I want to thank you for looking after one of our heroes."

Gibbs heard a few things said to his son: "So proud, Mr. Potter, I'm just so proud." "Always wanted to shake your hand - I'm all of a flutter." "Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."

"Thank you, sir, for the welcome." said Harry to the man. In a much louder voice he got everyone's attention as he said, "Thank you all for your kind welcome." The room was suddenly silent again. "And as much as you might want to thank me, I'd like to point out that I survived because of my original Mum and Dad. So if you want to call anyone a hero – remember James and Lily Potter. I'm sure my survival was far more likely to be because of something they did than anything I might have done as a baby. If you need a live hero, my new father and mother are the ones who took me in and took care of me. I'm just eleven – I'm not a dashing hero quite yet." Harry said the last part with some self-deprecation.

The patrons considered Harry's words for a moment. Now a new refrain started: "He's so humble. Not a snob at all." "I wish my grandkids were so gracious." "Such a noble lad."

It took a good ten minutes for the hubbub to quiet enough for Tom to stave off the rest and get them through to the back.

Kelly looked at her older brother and said with a smirk, "My brother, the hero."

Harry gave her a long-suffering look. He loved his little sister – but she could be annoying when she wanted.

He heard his Mum chuckle even as his Dad ruffled his hair.

The barman, Tom, reached the back wall and turned. "Well, Mr. Potter, let me show you how this is done." Once he was sure Harry was watching, he tapped the bricks with his wand in a particular order. "Welcome," suddenly the bricks were moving and reforming into a archway and the shopping district was now seen in its full glory, "to Diagon Alley." He looked back. "Do you need some direction?"

Jethro shook his head. "We're meeting Harry's godfather at Gringotts. We've been there before."

Tom bowed briefly. "Very well. Enjoy your visit. If you start feeling hungry, we have private dining rooms available to avoid any more of that."

Shannon was relieved a bit. "Thank you, sir, for your help."

Tom smiled. "Just call me Tom. Everyone does." He nodded and then moved back to the bar.

The family looked around with interest as they made their way to Gringotts. Standing in front of the white building was a familiar figure. Kelly saw him first. "Uncle Padfoot!"

Sirius grinned as the two kids rushed up. "Princess! Pup! It's good to see you." He cheerfully returned the hugs he was receiving. As the two parents walked up he said, "Welcome Jethro and Shannon. I see you all got here with no problem."

Jethro smiled as he shook Sirius' hand. "Yeah. It's a good thing I've been here before."

Sirius accepted a brief hug from Shannon and then moved with them toward the front door. "Well, even though I'm planning on covering the cost of books, it's always a good idea to check in with the goblins."

Harry started to protest. "But didn't my first mum and dad leave me money for supplies? That's what Dad told me ages ago."

Sirius nodded. "Sure. But you're my godson and she's my adopted goddaughter and I'm stinkin' rich – my grandfather basically gave me the entire Black fortune, even though I'm not the most dutiful sort. He says he's getting too close to dying and wanted to keep the vultures away. So – I get to spoil you two."

Gibbs was curious. "Isn't that considered strange? Him turning it over like that?"

Sirius gave his barking laugh even as nodded to the guards. (Everyone in the family had given them some respect, however unconsciously. The guards noticed and appreciated it.)

"Yeah, but Grandpa Archie is old and dislikes the pureblood shenanigans almost as much as me. Played all the pureblood games when he was my age – but old age has tempered that. To put a kneazle in the garden and to disappoint the main heir from his cousin's branch, he decided earlier was better. As long as he and my Aunt Lucretia are taken care of, he's all for passing the headache of running the family on to me."

The group was soon at the front of a free teller. "Next!"

Sirius led the family over. "Good morning, Honored teller." His time in the US had affected his manners in Gringotts a little. "Sirius Black with my godson Harry Potter to visit the Potter Trust vault."

The goblin peered over the counter at Harry with a searching look. Harry took care to not react. "And does Mr. Potter have his key?"

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the key on a Marine Corps keychain.

The teller accepted the key and inspected it briefly. "Very well." The goblin looked over at a group of waiting goblins. "Griphook!" Another goblin moved quickly over. "Vault 687."

Harry accepted the key back from the teller. He nodded respectfully as he took it. The teller nodded (almost respectfully) in return.

The whole group got in the cart behind the small-statured goblin.

Shannon almost had a heart attack when Harry whooped and leaned over to look at the ground going by. She clutched at his shirt to pull him back. His chagrined apology was lost in the wooshing of air, but she could see his expression.

Jethro just watched calmly: He'd been trained to jump out of a perfectly good airplane; a fast moving cart on a track barely phased him. He DID however have a tight grip on his daughter. Kelly was a bit nervous but had been on enough coasters that she was slightly desensitized.

Sirius, who was in back, watched the family in amusement.

Shannon yelled out, "Can this go slower?"

The goblin called back, "One speed only."

When they finally arrived, Shannon said to Harry, "If you ever lean out of one of these carts like that again, I'll make your Dad take you on a week of HIS survival training."

Harry was sheepish. "Sorry, Mum."

Jethro just smirked to himself even as Sirius and Kelly shuddered. Sirius had tried survival training once – and vowed never again. Kelly had heard stories.

The goblin almost looked interested as he walked to the door. "Light please." Sirius, who had experience, had already grabbed the lantern. Griphook hung it next to the door. "Key please." Harry handed the key over and the cart driver opened the door.

Of the visitors, only Sirius did not react to the contents of the vault. Shannon and Jethro had known how much was in the vault – they were Harry's guardians – but a written number didn't prepare one of the actual sight of that much gold.

Harry only said, "Woah!"

Kelly said, "Holy crap!" Shannon was surprised enough to not react to that. Kelly turned to Harry. "Ice cream is on you, big brother."

Harry grinned at Kelly and moved forward. Sirius, who had been watching with some amusement, said, "Just take pocket money. I've already gotten the gold for your supplies." He patted a moneybag attacked to his belt.

Harry called back. "How much should I take?"

Sirius grinned at the two parents as he called back, "Eh. Just fill one of the money pouches with coins."

Harry grabbed a pouch and started putting in coins. He noticed something odd. "Sirius? It doesn't seem to want to fill!"

"Keep going."

Harry shrugged and continued putting coins in until he had a couple hundred coins in the small pouch. "That seems like a lot of money."

Sirius shrugged and said, "This vault is for pocket money; most of the old families send their kids off with far more than they actually need. Saved my …"

Shannon called out, "Language!"

Sirius said, "Er. Yeah. Anyway, saved my … behind … when my mother refused to give me any more pocket money after I was sorted into Gryffindor. Lasted me a good three years."

Harry retreated from the vault with Kelly and the group got back in the cart while Griphook secured it. Harry asked his Dad with some curiosity, "Aren't you and Mum going to talk about spending it responsibly?"

Jethro shrugged and gave a small grin. "We already taught you about that. Besides, it's your money. When we were giving the allowances, it came from us. Now it comes from your first Mom and Dad. From what I can see, they wanted you to have it the way you want it."

Harry nodded. Griphook came back and the family was soon exiting the cart at ground level. Harry had a question. "Griphook? Where can we buy another money pouch?"

Griphook looked over, surprised to be addressed by name. He reached a wall and pushed a hidden button. A door opened and he pulled out another pouch. "Two sickles."

Harry nodded and fished out two silver coins and handed them over. He then took a gold coin. "This is for your time."

Griphook accepted the coin and looked at it for a moment. He then looked searchingly at Harry before nodding respectfully and turning away back to his normal position.

Harry reached into his first pouch and pulled out a fistful of coins and put them in the other pouch. He repeated this twice more. He handed the pouch to Kelly. "Buy your own ice cream," he said with a grin.

Kelly accepted the pouch and then glomped her brother. Harry really did watch out for her. The adults, watching off to the side, smiled at each other.

Soon the group was traveling around the alley, buying all of the things that Harry would need for his first year. Kelly used a few Galleons to buy a book about Harry's school.

As far as she knew, she wasn't magical but she wanted to share in Harry's adventures as much as possible. The two siblings had spoken about it away from the ears of their parents.

The family was a little creeped out by the wandmaker – his seeming fascination with Voldemort was unsettling. They ended the trip eating at the Leaky Cauldron.

The next three weeks were spent on a vacation around England. The family (including Remus who had joined them after a couple days) saw many sites and enjoyed most of it. They even visited the Dursleys – Harry had kept his promise to write to Petunia.

Petunia doted on Kelly – Harry had warned her that his Aunt seemed more interested in her than him.

Dudley, however, was still a bit spoiled – and fat. The two siblings didn't have much in common with him.

Sirius had taken the effort to have Harry meet his grandfather – as Sirius' heir (unless and until he had kids of his own) it was considered polite. Arcturus had been impressed with what Harry seemed to know of his station.

On September 1st, the whole family trooped to Kings Cross Station.

Jethro stood in front of his son right before he entered the train for the last time, very proud. "You remember everything I taught you. Now, are you ready?"

"Ready, Dad."