Sorry for this chapter taking a fair bit longer than the previous one. I started a new job, and the training is taking up a fair bit of my time. Enjoy!

Harry Potter did not think that he was a particularly attractive man. The Second Blood War, as it was commonly starting to be called, had left its marks on him both physically and mentally, and the multitude of scars were often considered offsetting at best and repulsive at worst by the men and women that he had flirted with after the end of the war. He was even more aware of this right now due to the fact that a very attractive woman was staring right at him while his eyes were puffy and red, and his nose was running like there was no tomorrow.

Ziva, on the other hand, barely even noticed the scars that adorned Harry's body. Working as a solider and then later a Mossad officer in a mid-intensity war zone tended to make someone shrug off something as common as scars. Ziva did, however, notice that her new friend demonstrated all of the signs of someone who was bawling their eyes out mere minutes before.

"I apologize, Harry. I should have asked how you were doing first. I really put my hand in my mouth that time, didn't I?"

"It's alright, Ziva, and it's "foot in your mouth", not hand." Harry gave a weak chuckle, still slightly out of breath from his earlier break down. "I'm afraid that I just received some bad news about the friend that I came to the States to see."

"While I am sorry that you are unable to see your friend, that does still leave me with the question of what you are doing here of all places?" Ziva asked, seeming to either be ignorant of the tension in the room, or, more likely considering what Harry knew of Ziva's personality, she was simply willing to ignore it.

Gibbs, however, was not so willing to ignore how rude Ziva seemed to be, nor was he willing to ignore the fact that she had yet to acknowledge his presence in the room. He reached out in a well practiced manner and gave a light slap to the back of Ziva's head to get her back on track and focused.

"While I am very interested to find out how you two know each other, there are more important things going on here. Ziva. Report."

"Right. When I talked to Corporal Stillman's CO, he claimed that Stillman was a good Marine who was well liked by his squad mates, even if he did have a habit of partying a bit too hard when they were on leave. Nothing unusual in his record either."

"Check out his financials too."

While Ziva and Gibbs had their conversation, Harry was managing to pull himself together enough to catch some of what they were talking about.

"Is there anyway that I can be of assistance?" Harry asked tentatively, "I have nothing going on now that I had my meeting with Gibbs."

"No, Harry. You don't have the necessary training or clearance." Gibbs replied, his voice still slightly on edge from the discussion of his family's deaths.

Harry pulled a badge out of his bag, presented it to Gibbs, and said, "You're wrong on at least one of those accounts. Let me re-introduce myself then. Harry Potter, MI5, or at least I was until two weeks ago."

The tension was once more thick in the room as Gibbs and Ziva both tried to figure out how to handle this revelation that a 19 year old was an active field agent at MI5. While Gibbs was proud of Harry's accomplishments, the fact that most field agents don't actually get sent into the field until their late 20s made this discovery even more startling.

Ziva had had an unusual career to say the least. Graduating early, she had finished college by the time that she was 19 before being conscripted into the IDF for her two-year stint. She then immediately went on to join Mossad with the vast amount of her training being waived due to her testing out of it. She was a highly respected officer with three years under her belt, but none of this could keep the shock off of her face when she heard that Harry had managed to be a MI5 field agent at the age of 19.

"Hey boss, I grabbed some pizza. Want some?"

Tony walked into the room less like a bull in a china shop and more like a bomb. With no clue what he was interrupting, Tony had managed to break the pressure that was currently building in the room.

"Is that a no on the pizza then?"

"Agent Potter is to have full clearance to this investigation due to the fact that the marine's wife is a British national!"

Andrew Parker, the Director of MI5, was annoyed. While he knew intellectually that none of this was actually Potter's fault and that he was just on vacation to visit a man that happened to be one of the State's best criminal investigators, he couldn't help but still think that this could only happen to Potter.

"With all due respect, Director, the fact that you have refused to send over Agent Potter's records, even the redacted ones, means that, by NCIS policy, we cannot allow him to take place in our investigation," Director Shepard, head of NCIS, said in reply, "There is barely any precedent for allowing foreign nationals take part in our investigations in the first place, let alone doing so without having any idea of the Agent in question's record."

"There is a Mossad officer on the team that my Agent is requesting clearance to!"

"Be that as it may, Officer David was thoroughly vetted before we allowed her access to any of our files, and Agent Potter will need to undergo the same."

It was at that exact moment that Parker knew that he needed to play his trump card. The heads of all major national security agencies were alerted to the presence of magic just in case they ran into it during an investigation that they were performing so that they could alert the magical authorities.

"Fine. Clear the room and I'll debrief you myself."

After Director Shepard did so, Director Parker began his debriefing, "Harry Potter is a national hero to the British magical community and is one of six people alive who has been awarded the Victoria Cross. On top of this, he is the only civilian to be awarded the VC since 1879, and one of four people in history to be awarded it twice. Harry Potter is one of our finest agents, and if it were not for the fact that he specifically requested permission to aid your team while he is on vacation, I would not be inclined to allow it at all. As is, he did request permission directly from me, and therefore I am asking you, kindly, to accept his request before I need to involve the Queen."

Jenny Shepard thought that she had seen it all. The numerous investigations and missions that she had performed prepared her for almost anything that she came across in her position as head of NCIS, but the key word was almost. She was not prepared for this. What had originally started out as a request from Gibbs to confirm Harry's story had quickly snowballed into what had the potential to become a major international incident as it turned out that not only was Harry's story true, he was actually downplaying his role in the British government.

"He's the Harry Potter? The one that took out that Voldemort guy a bit over a year ago?"

"The very same."

"Well shit. I guess he's on the team then."

The bullpen of NCIS seemed to be its usual flurry of activity everywhere except for the desks of the Major Case Response Team, usually just referred to as Team Gibbs. Almost everyone there was completely dumbfounded by the lengths that the head of MI5 was willing to go to for the teen in front of them.

The teen, on the other hand, had decided that he absolutely loved pizza. The Wizarding World, as old fashioned as it was, served classic British cuisine almost exclusively except for special occasions such as the Triwizard Tournament, and the Dursleys would never have allowed Harry to have something as good as pizza, especially with the way that Vernon hated everything about foreigners. The only thing that his uncle would have ever denied Dudley was food that originated in a different country.

"Harry. The director says that you're on the team. Direct order from Director Parker of MI5." Gibbs still did not know what to think about the fact that the boy he considered his own son was apparently high-ranking enough at MI5 to have the director's personal attentions.

"Oh good! I'm glad that Andrew was able to sort everything out then. I'm afraid that I forgot about time zones when I originally called him and ended up waking him up. He wasn't too cross, was he?"

"On the contrary, he said that you were 'a national hero' and 'one of the finest agents he had ever had'. Mind telling me how you got that reputation?"

"I'm afraid that that is classified. I sure am excited to get started though. Mind if I ask where the forensic lab is so we can get started?"

When Harry and Gibbs entered the elevator together, Gibbs reached over and flipped the emergency stop switch, stopping the elevator and turning down the lights.

"Harry. I need you to tell me how you managed to get such a reputation while only being 19. Did someone force you into service young?"

"The people who were responsible are gone now. I can assure you of that. Trust me though, I am fine, and I like to think that I am better for the experience even if it left me with my fair share of scars, both physical and mental."

"Alright," Gibbs started as he flipped the switch back up, "I'll trust you, but I expect a full explanation at some point."

"Of course, Gibbs. I planned on giving one to you soon enough at any rate."

Tony was confused. While this was a normal enough state of affairs, this confusion was deeper than usual due to the fact that there was apparently a 19 year old MI5 agent running around NCIS headquarters who also knew Gibbs well enough that Gibbs didn't kill the agent for sleeping at his desk. There was something more going on here that he couldn't see.

"There's something more going on here." Let it never be stated that Tony was one to ignore the obvious.

"Tony, you're overreacting. I'm sure he just graduated early and is a recruit with MI5. I had my BA when I was 17. It's not that unusual."

"McGee, you didn't see the way that the director was looking at him after she came out of that debriefing. That kid has done something. I can just tell."

Ziva was confused. While this was far from a normal state of affairs, this confusion was understandable due to the fact that her friend was somehow even more mysterious than he was before. Not only did he barely talk about his schooling years besides the adventures that he had with his friends, but he had apparently also lied when he stated that he was a university student. She didn't know what to think.

"Tony, she was probably just concerned over his connection to Gibbs. We still don't know what that connection is, remember?"

While all three of them were hanging out in Abby's lab, she had yet to speak until this exact moment.

"Actually, he told me that he grew up by Gibbs when Gibbs was stationed in the UK."

"See Tony, if the two of them were close than that could be a possible security concern that the director has. That would be the main concern if it were anyone except Gibbs after all."

"You know that it's not nice to speak about people behind their backs, yes?"

All four heads turned around at the sudden British accent. Coming out of the elevator was both of the people that they were currently just discussing, and they had been caught red handed.

"How about somebody tells me what you've found before I start slapping heads?"

With that, both McGee and Abby jumped over to the computers in order to show Gibbs what they had found.

"We were able to recover some security footage from outside the club. Corporal Stillman was out smoking a cigarette when this happened."

With a quick signal over to Abby, the footage started to play. It was in black and white and extremely grainy, showing the Corporal smoking a cigarette in a side alley when all of the sudden a large, dark SUV drove up and three men jumped out. They fired a bright light at Stillman before turning around and hopping back into their SUV and driving off. Abby then rewound the footage to immediately before they hopped back into the van. The still image showed a man in some ornate robes with a mask covering the upper half of his face and a long, thin stick, a bit over a foot long, in his hand.

All of the sudden, the members of the team heard Harry mutter under his breath.

"Fuck."