DISCLAIMER: I own neither JAG nor Harry Potter, If I did I'd be writing scripts and not fanfic. Just playing with them, no copyright infringement intended.

A/N: Speech in double quotes, thoughts are in singles.

Thanks to Bekki. Her story and its positive reception made me brave enough to post this.

CHAPTER 1: Which Witch or is it a Wizard?

NOVEMBER 14, 2003

1200 ROMEO

AJ'S OFFICE

JAG HQ

FALLS CHURCH, VA

AJ Chegwidden was sitting at his desk watching the news. ZNN's Stewart Dunston was live from NYC. Apparently someone had tried to smuggle a large egg out of the country in a piano bench box – but failed to get through U.S. customs at LaGuardia Airport. The customs agents had never seen an egg like this. It was as large as a beach ball, oblong with one end of the ovoid shape wider than the other. The egg was a strange hue of palest green, with soft pink and lavender spots. Security was called and the area sealed off. When the people from Customs HQ got there a half-hour later to try to determine what species this strange egg might be from, the security guards were laid out stiff as boards and apparently dead. However, all had a pulse and were breathing on their own. 'I know what this sounds like, and this isn't good,' AJ thought to himself. Just then Tiner's voice came over the speaker from the outer office.

"Sir? You have an urgent overseas call. A Mr. Albus Dumbledore."

'Dammit', AJ thought. 'I was right.' "Transfer it in, Tiner."

The voice on the line said only "Floo! Watch for me in case I go a grate too far. I'm not used to the American Floo Network." Then the line went dead. "Tiner, unless it's a national emergency I am not to be disturbed until further notice. In fact, tell EVERYONE to go out to lunch at Benzinger's and put in on my tab." He shut the door and returned to his desk.

A few seconds later, the flames in his fireplace shot up and turned emerald green. A loud coughing noise came from behind them, and then a blue-robed arm poked thorough – followed by the rest of the tall, thin frame of Albus Dumbledore as he unfolded himself onto the fireplace rug, shaking soot off him as he went. "Hello, AJ."

"Hello, Professor."

"AJ, it's been what, 35 years since you graduated from Hogwarts? I think you can call me Albus, particularly in light of what I am going to ask you to do. I'm sure you are aware of the situation with the egg. Well, we need to get inside Bethesda. As you know, the only way to wake the security guards in through the Ennervate spell. You also know that we need to put a memory charm on them. What you don't know is that I am the new Minister of Magic. It will be in the daily Prophet tomorrow. That egg was from the most endangered species of dragon. We have to get it back. I'd like your people to work with a delegation from our Department of International magical Cooperation and Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"And how do I do that?" AJ asked peevishly. "Oh, by the way, people, I'm a Wizard, didn't you know? And you are now on TDY to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. That'll go over well!"

Dumbledore smiled a funny little half smile. "Do you mean you are unaware that you have two of the finest witches of the age right here in your office, as well as a relatively recent Hogwarts graduate? And you had one more witch and a wizard who are no longer under your command."

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" AJ bellowed. "I have two witches here in my office? WHO?"

"Sarah Mackenzie and Harriet Beaumont Sims-Roberts, and now PO Coates." Dumbledore replied. AJ just stood there stunned.

"I assume you are aware of Sarah's childhood?" Dumbledore asked gently.

When AJ nodded he continued. "The fact that she is a witch, and therefore 'like her mother,' is why Joseph Mackenzie treated her the way he did. The same goes for Jen Coates. Her preacher of a father wasn't too pleased to find out that she was a witch, the first in a line of all-muggle family members. In Harriet's case it is also her mother's side, the Beaumonts, who are an ancient and respected magic family."

"But hold on a minute. You said there were two more magical persons who are no longer under my command. Who were they?"

"Can't you guess? One of them was Lt. Lauren Singer. The other is Commander Brumby. That's why Sarah was considering marrying him – he was one of us. She swore she'd never put a child of hers through what she went through. That's also why she's never told Commander Rabb. She's going to have to tell him now, I'm afraid. I think Harriet's husband knows, but we'll call her in first just to be sure."

Just then he heard the members of the JAG clan returning from lunch. He hurriedly took out his wand and put a silencing charm around his door. He opened the door to call for the women, and then retreated behind his desk, placing the wand on the blotter.

"Sims, Mackenzie, Coates, my office please! Close the hatch on your way in." The Admiral called out.

Once they cleared the Admiral's doorway, they stared to come to attention. Just then Jen Coates spotted her old headmaster sitting in a chair off to the side.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir! How nice to see you. Harriet gasped. "Dumbledore? Hogwarts? Yes, I remember, you were one of the Triwizard tournament judges!" Pulling a chocolate frog card out of her pocket, she compared the pictures. "Wow!" was all she could manage.

Sarah looked puzzled. 'Of course! The painting in the great hall of the Academy!" A thought struck her… "If you two both know…"

Harriet was the first to put two and two together. "You mean you two are both witches and I didn't know it? Where did you go to school?" Then she looked at the Admiral and saw the wand on his desk. " OH MY GOD. YOU'RE A WIZARD? Now I know why my wizarding friends seemed to think AJ was a good name for the baby…. "

"Ahem" AJ said. "Please sit, there will be plenty of time to talk later. We have some urgent business to discuss. First off, Harriet, does Bud know you are a witch?"

"Yes, sir. My mother told him before we got married. She apparently heard him call her a witch, and thought he knew. Boy was he surprised! But he's used to it now. Particularly now that we have little AJ - magical children get into so many more messes…. Like getting hold of my wand and managing to unintentionally set fire to Bud's cover, for instance. AJ was trying to make himself breakfast as he saw me do, since he know to call the decoration "scrambled eggs."

Sarah laughed. "Oh, Harriet, that's priceless."

AJ spoke up. I guess the next thing is to tell Commander Rabb."

Sarah's face paled. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, Sarah, I'm sorry, you do. If we wait until he is in magical danger… he needs to know this is a battle he can't fight." Dumbledore spoke gently but firmly.

"Then I guess we better get this over with. Should we bring Bud in too?" He nodded and she resignedly moved to the door.

"Commander Rabb and Lt. Roberts, come in here please."

TBC