A/N: Chapter 12 already! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own either NCIS or Harry Potter... d*** it.

The magical authorities found nothing when they got to the apartment. The place had been cleansed of any and all magical signatures, even Beatrice's, which was what the problem the Magical branch of the FBI had run into often, including during the investigation of the death of Petty Officer Adams. And the Avada Kedavra left no magical signature. The place showed sign of a magical fight- burns on the wall, the beads from the curtain peppering the wall like grapeshot from a shotgun, a destroyed bedroom door, and a shattered mirror.

Harry looked over the apartment himself. He had a shrewd idea about who was behind the attack, if not the attacker himself, but he couldn't narrow it down from the remaining men of the Mince family, the father and last brother.

Beatrice's statement was helpful, but did not identify the intruder. She was very thorough in her description of the attack, impressing even Ziva and Gibbs. But it was not enough for an arrest nor a warrant.

Harry thought about this new case. Since it involved the case he had lead not too long ago, he was leading again.

Tony wasn't happy to have to take orders from the Brit, but then Harry could out shoot, out fight, and curse him into oblivion, so he didn't complain within earshot of either of the Gibbs men.

Ziva admired Harry, in more ways than one. She wasn't in love nor had a crush, but if Ginny hadn't nabbed him first then Ziva would have tried her luck with the handsome Bane of Dark Wizards (as George and Ron often joked when they visited). She respected him not because of his connection with Gibbs, but for his steadiness and determination, which, ironically, had been learned from Jethro's example.

McGee liked Harry, thinking that he was a little softer than Gibbs, but in the way a padded bench was compared to an identical but unpadded one. The strength was and firmness was still there, just under a soft surface. McGee figured the softness was Ginnys influence, though Ginny was a fiery one when she needed to be.

Abby was... well, Abby. She loved Gibbs and Harry equally- Gibbs as a father and Harry as a brother. She didn't care who led, just as long as Harry taking the lead didn't mean that Gibbs was hurt.

Ducky wasn't usually on the case unless there was a dead body, but Harry would come to him for advice when he needed a perspective he hadn't been raised by. The Scotsman was always willing to help Harry, and had been the unintentional source of inspiration (though he had been the intentional source as well).

After discussing the events of the day, it was decided, with Jenny's approval, that Beatrice would stay with Harry's family that night. It was certainly big enough. It being safe was another plus. Harry silently thanked Sirius for leaving everything to Harry, though he would have preferred having Sirius alive instead.

Abby pouted that she was being left out of what she thought might turn out to be a slumber party until Ginny invited her to help with Teddy so that the lady of the house could focus on making their refugee guest as comfortable as possible. And, though the wards and other magical protections made the house the most secure residence (except for the White House and Camp David), Abby dragged Ziva along using 'additional protection' excuse. She had invited Jenny, but the Director was playing jurisdiction wars with the other agencies.

Gibbs, as secret keeper, informed Beatrice of the location of the Potter residence before Harry took her home to a waiting Ginny and Teddy. Beatrice was amazed at the size of the house that the Potters now lived in- it was like mansion!

There were at least ten bedrooms (though Harry used one as an at home office, Ginny had one for a sowing room, Teddy had a playroom, and one was set aside a a nursery) and five bathrooms. The kitchen was magnificent. There was an enclosed porch that was climate controlled.

The two green houses was attached to the back, one for potion ingredients and one for Ginny's garden. There was even a small Quidditch field out back. There was a small lake that one had to drive along to get to the house.

Beatrice was mystified. "You have a grander house than my family! They live in a wizarding community of townhouses!"

Ginny laughed. "Welcome to our home, Beatrice. You set for our slumber party?"

Harry groaned. "You mean you all are going to be having one after all?"

"Tut tut, Harry," Ginny scolded. "I let you have a bachelor party."

"That's because, one: I wasn't stupid enough to do what Seamus did at his bachelor party and, two: you had a bachelorette party yourself. And I was kinda hoping to snuggle with my wife tonight."

Ginny gave him a mock pitying look. "Aw, looks like big, bad Special Agent Potter has to be content with building his boat and drinking bourbon."

Teddy overheard this and got excited. "Can I help?"

"Only if you sand with the grain this time, Teddy," Harry relied, taking his charge by the had. "Come on."

"And don't give him any bourbon!" Ginny called after them.

"Who do I look like, Gin? Ron? No, Teddy- making yourself look like Uncle Ron isn't helping."

Geyser threw his coffee table across the living room of his already wreaked apartment. Having no loyal followers to punish/torture for failure, he was left with few options to show his displeasure. He had already killed several random muggles on his way home, apparating to random spots he had selected on his way to Beatrice's less-than-lavish apartment, zigzagging across DC to lose any pursuers he might have leaving the scene.

After he had completely demolished his living room, he found he had calmed down a lot. Perhaps doing things the muggle way once and a while had its perks. He began thinking along this line as he repaired what he had done. Was there a way to learn from the muggles without tainting the pureblood culture?

He thought about all he had seen about the muggle world and decided that using a few things here and there wouldn't hurt. Take martial arts. If combined with wand work, it would give one such an advantage in combat. And what about snipers? Perhaps he could increase the accuracy of a spell by examining how muggles accomplished such feats. And if the spell was powerful enough to cover the distance without becoming useless by the time it reached its target...

He grinned at his newfound idea.

Ziva angrily slammed down the receiver of her phone. Then slammed it down again and again. "The Magical FBI have found several dead people all around the city. Witnesses say a man appeared from nowhere with a loud bang and there was a green light. The media is having a field day with 'aliens'. Aliens!"

Tony stared at her. "And?"

"They're dumping the dead bodies on us, saying that, and I quote, 'it's part of your investigation'. Then they... what's the word? 'Sniggered'? How are we supposed to deal with this all?" Ziva complained.

"How many bodies?" McGee's asked.

"Ducky is going to need more tables and maybe more refrigerators."

"Ducky can handle himself," Harry declared as he entered the bull-pit with a fresh cup of coffee. "We need to figure out who this is and stop him."

"How?" Ziva asked.

"McGee! Find out where each murder of the killing spree took place and put it on a map. Then put that map on the plasma."

Gibbs came in just as the map was put up and he was filled in on the situation. McGee, where is Beatrice Mince's apartment?" McGee put it on the map. "Those murders are all south of her place. Her attacker fled in that direction."

"But we don't know that the incidents are connected," Ziva argued.

"They are." That was all Gibbs needed to say.

When Geyser Mince could not be reached, Harry ordered a bolo out on him in both the wizarding and muggle worlds. They had already interrogated the Mince patriarch and determined he had no involvement of the attack on his daughter, despite his declaration that she wasn't his daughter anymore.

Harry continued to play host to Beatrice, Ziva, and Abby, though Ginny had had enough fun teasing him and joined him in their bed. Over the next week on the case, Ziva and Abby eventually made their nightly slumber party with Beatrice into a weekend get together at the mini-bar in the Potter home (though it really wasn't so 'mini'). It was still too dangerous for Beatrice to go out in public.

George visited during Beatrice's stay and the two hit it off, being great friends by the end of his visit, and Beatrice's agony over Gordon Adams death began to diminish, though it still stung.

Weeks turned into months after Geyser's apartment was finally found and raided but with no success. The case was tossed with the cold cases on Jenny's orders, but their prime suspect would still remain Geyser Mince. Things returned to normal... or as normal as they could be.