A/N: I just discovered that the way I separate the different parts of the chapter are not showing up on FF, so I'm figuring out what will. Sorry for the confusion.
Disclaimer: If anyone starts claiming that I own any part of Harry Potter or NCIS franchises please smack them in the back of the head and have them psychologically examined. Also, please remind them that I am NOT Gilderoy Lockhart.
Harry kept his wand trained on Sirius Black, not taking his eyes off him. Fred and George, who had alerted Harry to the presence of the fugitive, kept watch on the only way out of the room. Ron and Neville also kept their wands on Black while Hermione watched the twin's Marauder's Map.
Harry glared at Black. "Why?"
"I didn't betray your parents, Harry."
"Oh, so a jury of your peers didn't believe you, and you expect me to?"
"I never received a trial, Harry. Crouch, who was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, just threw me into Azkaban."
Harry tilted his head to one side, showing he was listening.
"When your parents were going into hiding, the plan was that I would be the secret keeper, but I insisted on using Peter Pettigrew instead. I thought that no one would think that he'd be the secret keeper."
Harry nodded. "The Death Eaters would torture you for nothing. No matter how hard they tortured you, they'd never get the secret."
"Yes. But the secret was broken, and Voldemort found your parents and you, which means Peter had betrayed us.
"I hunted Peter down, finally cornering him on that street. It was he who killed the muggles and cut off his own finger while he escaped. You see, he's a rat animagus, just like I'm a dog animagus. You're dad was a stag, and well, I won't give up Moony's secret."
Fred and George froze, but Harry continued before they could swirl around and gaze at the newly discovered marauder. "Why should I believe you?"
Black simply gazed into his eyes. "I came quietly when your group had cornered me."
"Could mean you were just waiting for the right moment."
"Then, do you have some veritaserum?"
Harry shook his head. He knew what the potion was, but he was nowhere near skilled enough to make a supply for himself.
"Then you'll have to take my word that your friend Ron's rat is Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew."
Ron stiffened, an angry look on his face. But Black continued.
"Isn't your rat missing a toe?"
Ron's features softened as he thought, then he pulled the squirming rat from his bag.
The truth was soon revealed.
~Potter and Gibbs~
Harry frowned as he looked at the edition of the Daily Prophet. Despite all their efforts, Wormtail had escaped and Sirius was again on the run. Or, as Harry knew, living rather comfortably with Grandpa Gibbs' and helping out at the store.
Hermione chewed carefully. "Well, at least this school year was a bit more subdued."
Ron looked at her like she had grown a second head, which was the last thing she needed. "'More subdued'? What part of 'crazy-fugitive-apparently-after-Harry-but-instead-after-my-poor-excuse-for-a-rat,-that-turned-out-to-be-a-supposedly-dead-man-animagus,-and-while-dodging-dementors-that-tried-to-kill-Harry-on-three- count them!- three-separate-occasions,-and-buying-said-suspected-victim-a-Firebolt-broom (which is a brilliant broom for a seeker, I might add),-and-turning-out-to-be-said-seeker's-godfather,-one-of-my-brothers'-hero,-and-a-filthy-rich-man-to-boot' didn't you understand?"
Hermione blinked. "You lost me somewhere around 'supposedly dead man animagus'."
Harry laughed while Ron smacked his forehead.
~Potter and Gibbs~
Gramps Gibbs looked up from the edition of the Daily Prophet he was reading while Sirius read Harry's latest letter. "Apparently, you've been spotted in Northern Ireland."
"Maybe I'll make an appearance in China. I've always wanted to see the Great Wall."
Franks set his beer down. "Before or after you visit Mexico City? I hear it's fantastic this time of year, 'specially with Cinco de Mayo coming up. Coming Probie?"
Jethro sipped his coffee. "I've got a boat to build and a son to prepare to welcome home, so... no." He sighed. "I've got four more years of this. If that kid has any more adventures-"
"He might become a marine?" Gramps asked. Jethro glared at his father. "Just saying, he's becoming a lot like you."
A/N: Sorry it's short. Next chapter begins year 4 and I'm debating whether or not to kinda skirt the next years and try another story ark I'm playing around with. Thoughts, oh loyal readers?
