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Chapter 11- Consequences

Harry awoke to the feeling of being warm and safe, almost like he was tucked into the arms of someone who cared about him. Thinking that he was still dreaming, he burrowed more securely into the warm feeling before becoming aware of the soft rising and falling of the chest he was leaning against. He stilled before steeling himself and opening his eyes to face the reality of his situation.

To his shock, he found he was in Gibb's bedroom, tucked securely into the arms of his protector. He looked up into the face of Jethro and was surprised to see a contented smile gracing his visage. Gibbs eyes were open and they were calmly studying Harry's face.

"Just relax, Little Man."

Harry did as he was told before drifting back into a slight doze, he felt a lingering tiredness in is limbs and would gladly sleep some more because, for once, he felt safe.

Gibbs had been awed by the changes in the boy. They weren't overly noticeable to someone who didn't know to look for a change, but to one who did… Harry's nose had become slightly more defined, but retained much of Lily's shape, his cheeks appeared slightly hollower, but his skin had retained his pale coloring. However, it was his eyes that had changed the most. While Lily's shape was still blindingly obvious, they had changed from a striking emerald color to a distinctive deep, sparling, seafoam green… like Lily's emerald had met Gibb's blue and taken on Severus' dark tint.

Gibbs slipped out of bed and made his way to the coffee machine. Today he would have to have Abby run a DNA test on the child to search for any relatives that weren't the Dursleys. She is in for a shock, Gibbs almost chuckled.

Coming into the kitchen, Gibbs saw Severus sitting at the table with a golden scroll, an ink well, a quill, and two small vials of potion. Severus took a moment to finish what he was writing before looking up to Gibbs.

"Mr. Gibbs" he started before being cut off by Jethro.

"Jethro"

Severus nodded.

"Jethro. I'm sure that the changes in the boy are starting to show by now, however, it occurred to me that it would be best to secure guardianship of the child in every way possible. What I have here is a golden scroll, it is a document onto which one can create a magically binding contract. I have written up a formal exchange of guardianship. It will be up to you to get the Dursleys, particularly Petunia, to sign away their rights to the child. Come sign it now."

Gibbs moved from the coffee pot with a mug of coffee in his hands, sat at the table and read through the document. "Why sign now?" he asked.

"I want to be absolutely certain that there is no way that guardianship can be removed from you should someone else come upon these papers. If your name is already signed as accepting guardianship, the document will be magically binding and a duplicate will appear to be filed in the American Ministry of Magic the moment that Petunia and Vernon have signed the document. This will give you another layer of protection against the Old Man should he claim Harry must be at the Dursley's for his own safety."

Gibbs looked at Severus incredulously.

"I would not put it past him" was the only reply that he received.

Gibbs nodded and signed the document with the offered quill. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly.

Severus then pointed toward the vials; "In these vials are two potions. One forces the drinker to tell the truth while the other… let's just call it an herbal supplement for Vernon Dursley." At Gibbs look he elaborated "It won't kill him… it will… simply thank him for his care of Harry in such a way that he will no longer be able to commit such acts again."

"Simply?" Gibbs pressed.

"Well" said Severus "if one were to develop aggressive gangrene in certain parts of their anatomy, there's no way that they'll be able to use it properly again… Who knows? He might even lose it."

"Can it be traced?"

"Of course not, the body quickly metabolizes both potions and, while Dursley may feel a bit nauseous with the use of the truth serum, there's no way even a blood test would detect a biological substance at work."

Gibbs held his hand out for the vials, Severus indicating which was which as he handed them over. They could be mixed together with water during an interrogation.

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Vernon Dursley had not had a very nice night. At around 2200 a maid with an Israeli accent had knocked at his door. Naturally, he had answered in a bathrobe and his shorts while grumbling about Americans allowing foreign layabouts into their country. As soon as the door was opened, his arm was grabbed and he was yanked out into the hallway. He'd just started to bellow out his frustration when an elbow at his ribs and fingers along pressure points on his neck caused him to wheeze for breath. He staggered slightly toward the lady who'd assaulted him, only to have his right knee kicked out from under him. As he fell toward his knees, he felt a hand light a fire of pain up his back before finding himself in double-cuffs- his arms were two big to just use one set.

During this drama, a man had come up to the door to his hotel room, restrained his wife, all the while gleefully explaining that they were with NCIS- the Naval Criminal Investigative Service and that Vernon was under arrest for the murder of a petty officer, sexual abuse of a child, physical abuse of a child, and attempted murder of said child. His wife, as an accomplice to murder, was also under arrest. They read charges of child abuse and neglect off to her as well.

His son had been carted off with an unknown child services lady for the next, undetermined, amount of time. He'd complained loudly that the lady had interrupted his show.

Vernon had then been driven by the Israeli to jail while the man and a Special Agent, Anthony DiNozzo, had escorted his wife to the same location. Due to the crowded nature of the cells, Vernon was unable to claim a bed. Unfortunately for him, even being stored in the drunk tank did not save him from a beating when those in the other cells passed the word down that he was a child sexual offender. He had suffered from five cracked ribs, two black eyes, and a dislocated jaw before being carted to the hospital at around 0200. He was returned to jail at around 0600 and kept in an empty interrogation room for the duration of the night.

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Petunia Dursley was incredibly anxious. Not only had she been rudely pulled from her hotel room, read her rights, and been tossed into a cell with five drunk women, but they had taken her precious Didlykins away from her. She had no idea if he was getting his midnight snack, or if he was being properly taken care of. Almost, worse yet, someone had apparently leaked what the charges were against herself and her husband. Her dear, sweat Vernon had been jumped on by angry drunk men and taken to the hospital- she had yet to hear of his return. She'd even been threatened by the heaviest drunk female that if she left her corner of the tank, she would be receiving the same as her husband. As it was, it was a long night of standoff between Petunia and the violent drunk women.

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"Good Morning, Hadrian" spoke Severus as he saw Harry come down the stairs timidly.

"Morning, Sir" said Harry shyly.

"None of that, Harry. While I appreciate your respect, you may call me Uncle Severus or Sev, as you mother called me."

Harry was shocked, he knew the man had mentioned his parents last night, but had the man really known his mother?!

Gibbs seemed to know what was running through the child's mind; he'd been told by the child only yesterday that his parents had died, according to his aunt, in a drunken crash.

"Come sit, Little Man. We got to talk to you about something."

Harry nervously climbed into a seat at the table while Gibbs got a glass of milk for the child.

"It's nothing bad, Harry" comforted Severus. "We just need to give you some information about what we did last night and why."

Harry jerkily nodded his head while reaching for the milk.

"Firstly, Harry. I will tell you about your parents. Their names were Lily and James Potter and they loved you very much. Anything that your aunt and uncle told you about them was probably a lie. Now when you were born, there was a war going on among the magical peoples. Your mother and father were fighters for the side of the Light. Near the end of the war, the Dark Lord decided to attempt to wipe out your whole family. He targeted your grandparents, your parents, and eventually you. However, somehow you survived and he was badly wounded. Your parents died protecting you- they truly did love you."

Harry sat taking the story in, "So, are all magic users bad people?"

"No, Harry. There are good people and there are bad people in the world. This is true for magical people as well. Your parents were good people" stated Gibbs.

Harry nodded hesitantly so Severus continued.

"Because you were there when the Dark Lord fell there are people who will want to control you . Some of them would like to kill you , one of the powerful ones, though, wants you to go back to your aunt and uncle"

Harry began to look afraid at this statement.

"However," continued Severus "since Jethro and I have adopted you, there is no way that we're going to let that happen. Firstly, I will be having this house warded against all other magical people besides you and I, Hadrian. If you're in this house you will be safe from bad magical peoples. Likewise, I have supplied both you and Jethro with a portkey."

At this, Jethro produced a dog-tag necklace that matched the one around his neck, however, this one said "Hadrian James Potter" on the front rather than "Leroy Jethro Gibbs". He placed the necklace around Harry's neck and Harry automatically reached up to fiddle with the tag.

"This necklace acts like an automatic transfer device. It will deposit you in the guest room of this house if you speak the words 'Finding Home'. It will feel like a hook has been placed at your navel and you'll feel a spinning sensation before landing beside the bed. You are to use this anytime you are in danger. Jethro's portkey will take him to the guestroom as soon as he's not in the presence of non-magicals. You may try it now if you would like."

Harry hesitantly reached up to the necklace and very quietly whispered the words 'Finding Home' before being swept away and deposited beside the bed. The entire process was disorientating, but the feel of the magic of the portkey was exhilarating.

Gibbs had barely had a moment to change his stance before he felt his necklace heat up in warning and he was taken on his first ever portkey ride. He did not find it enjoyable. He was particularly happy that they'd not eaten breakfast yet as he landed beside a smiling child.

"That was cool, wasn't it Jethro" signed/spoke the child, for once forgetting himself in the moment.

"It was something, Little Man. Let's head back down stairs."

They entered the kitchen and were waved back to their seats by Severus.

"As I was saying, the portkey shouldn't be used except during a dire emergency. However, we have another protection we'd like to put in place. We have drawn up a document which will cause the Dursleys to legally forfeit their custody of you when they sign it. I would like you to sign it now so that it becomes fully binding after receiving the Dursley's signature. This way they can't have you back even if one of the bad men backed them."

Harry nodded eagerly, he'd said he'd do anything not to go back to the Dursleys.

Looking at the document, he was able to read and understand most of the writing, he saw where he would insert his name into the text and wrote Hadrian James Potter, but was confused when he read the line under which said, "child's (new) name"

"What does this mean?" he asked Gibbs

"It means," said Gibbs, "that you will be able to pick a new name if you'd like one."

"Do you think I should?"

"It would be a new start for you" chimed in Severus

"I want to make all my parents happy" said Harry shyly.

"If I may make a suggestion?" stated Severus

Gibbs looked up curiously while Harry nodded.

"How about Hadrian Jameson Lilium Gibbs? You would keep your first name, for it is a handsome name and, if I'm not incorrect, honors your maternal and paternal grandfathers. Jameson- Son of James would replace your middle and last name and honor your father, James. Lilium, after your mother, though I suppose you could also shorten it to Liam if you wished. And, Gibbs, because Jethro will be your primary guardian in the coming years."

Harry and Gibbs remained silent. Gibbs because this was the boy's choice and Harry because he was thinking hard.

"What about you?" Harry finally asked Severus.

"The inclusion of Lilium would be enough for me" stated Severus.

"Okay, then," said Harry, signing the document, Hadrian Jameson Lilium Gibbs.

Severus departed to Gringotts after impressing upon Harry the secrecy of magic, his blood adoption included, from non-magicals.

Harry and Gibbs headed to the NCIS offices.

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Hey all! Here's another chapter; it's the longest one yet, so I hope that you enjoyed it!

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