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Apparently, it was very difficult to become a feared dark lord without killing a few people, as Geyser Mince was finding out. Especially for an American Dark Lord. Blood Purity had little weight in the colonies, as the case had become in Britain now that Potter had defeated Voldemort.

Geyser returned to his small apartment he had magically swindled from the landlord- a series of spells he had barely managed to hide from the US Department of Magic. His hands were shaking, a testament to how much killing someone had affected him. Did his brother Wesley shake this much after disposing of that mudblood? Or shake at all?

Geyser had disposed of a random homeless man, starting small before going after bigger game. The guy meant nothing to him, which was the point. Now, he had to work himself up to something he did care about.

He had already selected his target. His father would not approve, but she had to be punished for being a blood traitor. His sister Beatrice had to die.

Two months after the trial and conviction of Wesley Mince for murder, Gibbs was taking a well earned trip to the beach with Harry, Ginny, and little Ted (Gibbs refused to call him 'Teddy'). The little Lupin was having a ball in the water with Ginny, laughing up a storm.

The wizarding-reserved beach was safe for them. No muggles to gasp and stare at the little meta-morph.

Gibbs thought back to Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Wonderful couple. He had gotten to know Remus pretty well, and Gibbs had taught Tonks a few things about police work. They were happy... and then they died for freedom. Gibbs kept a picture of the couple on his wall as a memorial to them, as did Harry. All three adults in the family made sure that the little Lupin remembered his parents and their sacrifice.

Despite it being a beautiful day that he should be enjoying, Gibbs' gut was suddenly troubling him again. It wasn't indigestion, but a very familiar weight. It last happened just before Harry's fourth year.

Something dark was getting started.

Harry quickly shot a stunner at the mobile dummy. He ducked behind cover as a burst of power flew at him. He had been training for long hours and he was growing closer to exhaustion.

Harry still stung from the near loss to Ari. It tore him up inside that an insane man got past the wards protecting his house, his home, his family. He vowed it wouldn't happen again.

Gritting his teeth, he disillusioned himself and circled the three remaining dummies. He carefully rolled a spell grenade, a special from WWW. It's timer ticked silently down from five before exploding in a massive stunning spell, taking down two dummies simultaneously. The third turned, its programming making it react like a normal human being, only to meet another stunner.

"I think that's enough, Harry."

"What did I tell you five minutes ago about your opinion, Probie?" Harry snapped.

"Ten minutes ago. And Ginny called. She's worried," McGee told him.

Harry took a few deep breaths. He didn't want Ginny to see him like this. He hit the showers without a word.

Ginny was waiting for him when he got home. He didn't have to explain- she knew him better than that. She knew he was still aching from the Ari incident. She grabbed him the instant he got home and gave him a lecture her mother would be proud of, but then held him as tight as Molly ever did. She told her husband that she loved him and that he shouldn't have to worry about not being able to defend them. She held him, wanting to purge him of all his worries and cares.

Geyser watched as a couple NCIS Agents walked past him as he sat at a ice cream parlor not too far off base. He wanted to curse them so bad, but a dark lord must have restraint. He watched out of the corner his eye as they sat down at a cafe down the street and ordered lunch.

He squinted to see if they were part of the team that had arrested his brother. No such luck. He vaguely wondered if he should cap them anyway. Send a message to NCIS that he was not to be trifled with. Yes... he should.

On the other hand, he realized, doing something on the fly like that never went according to plan. Something would go wrong and then he'd be hounded by the Feds. Not something he could afford right now.

He was in the middle of planning his sister's demise, and that's why he was here under half a dozen glamours. Her apartment was across the street. When the identity of the murderer that killed her boyfriend turned out to be her brother Wesley, she had estranged herself from the family, threatening to become violent when they tried to stop her. She had even shoved her wand in her father's face.

Geyser had tracked her here to her new apartment, where she lived alone, aching for the embrace of that Mudblood of a boyfriend she had. He sneered at the thought. How could she have sullied herself like that? He grew angrier at the thought that she might have slept with Adams. Given her virginity to a filthy Mudblood when she should have reserved herself for a pureblood husband.

But now he was gaining attention because of his sneering, so he left.

He had a sister to murder.

Beatrice was making coffee. She never partook, but Gordon loved it. Had loved it. And he had loved her. And her brother had ruined it all.

She had been crushed. She blamed her brother, blamed her father, the pureblood bulls*** that her family still flung around. Gordon had helped see through the crap and find love.

But now he was dead. He was dead and she had left the family. Thank Merlin for Potter.

Special Agent Potter-Gibbs was no secret in magical America, part of the reason he worked for NCIS and not for the US Department of Magic or as the American equivalent of an Auror - he was too well known. But he had done what the FBI couldn't do. He had solved Gordon's murder. Had become her personal hero.

She was brought out of her thoughts by sharp sound. Her lock had been opened. The lock was charmed so a muggle couldn't pick it, and a witch or wizard would have to spend several minutes getting around the wards she placed on the door. There had been no knock or ringing of the bell. Summing it all up- she was under attack by a magical person.

The door was right off the kitchen, opposite the pantry. There was an emergency portkey in the bathroom, but that was on the other side of the pantry. There was another portkey in her bed room, but the doorway out of the kitchen was right next to the door where the assailant was coming through. This left only the option to fight. She grabbed her wand from the back pocket of her jeans.

The door inched open slightly, and Beatrice let it have it.

"Reducto!" She screamed, sending a blast of magic at the intruder. The guy had two choices- try to evade or shield. The second option was better- the door would explode it into shrapnel if he didn't and he really didn't want to fall down the stairs that led up to Beatrice's apartment. Responding with a shield helped Beatrice too. He couldn't fire back if he was holding a shield up.

As her initial spell bounced off the shield, Beatrice was already charging for the door out of the kitchen, firing off as many hexes as curses as she could, trying to keep the intruder busy. She burst through the bead curtain that separated the kitchen from the living room. She froze the beads behind her. He would have to blast through, which he did, buying her precious seconds. She raced to the small bedroom shut herself inside, spelling it closed, and jumped towards the dresser just as her attacker blasted his way through the door, peppering her bed with wooden shrapnel.

Her fingers enclosed on the portkey, and her navel jerked just as she hear the terrifying words, "Avada Kedavra!"

When someone portkeyed right into NCIS headquarters, it set all kinds of alarms off. Harry was up immediately with his trademark dual wielding of his wand (in his right hand) and his gun. The intruder had portkeyed right into the middle of the bullpen.

The whole team had reacted in a split second, weapons trained on the shivering witch on the floor. Her breathing was hurried and on the point of hyperventilating. She had landed on her side, facing Gibbs, who recognized her.

"Stand down!" Gibbs ordered. "It's Ms. Mince!"

The agents lowered their weapons and both Gibbs men raced to her side. Between her labored breaths, she managed to get out that she had been attacked in her apartment and that the intruder had cast the killing curse at her.

The team immediately jumped into action. Harry called his contacts at the magical division of the FBI. Tony was ordering local MLEs to the scene. Ziva was taking Beatrice to the conference room with Gibbs to get the details. McGee... well...

McGee had turned to his computer and realized something. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked.

A/N: And there was have it! The chapter 'Darkness Rising'. I figured we all needed a good story arch sometime. Vignettes are nice, but they can get old. Let me know what you think!

P.S.- If anyone wants to toss in a few ideas, just send them in and, if I like them, I'll put them in and make sure you get the credit. And before my mailbox if flooded- No Getting Rid Of Ginny. I'm trying to keep this story as close to cannon as possible... kinda. I'm just trying to keep the epilogue from HP together- hence all the trouble I had figuring out how to blend the timelines. There are few dates mentioned in NCIS, so it's a b**** to get accurate timeline congruencies. I know that Ducky's mum died in 2010, so the recent season is set in 2010, and I calculate from there.

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