I own neither the worlds of Harry Potter or NCIS, I just enjoy playing in their sandboxes.
Thanks to BlackWidowAndCapRule I finally have a timeline worked out:
July 31 2000 - Harry is born
October 31 2001 - James and Lily are killed.
December 19 2001- The Gibb's adopt Harry
February 28 2003 - Kelly and Shannon are killed.
September 23 2003 - Yankee White happens.
November 7 2004 - Bete Noire happens.
November 21 2004- See No Evil Happens
November 30 2004- River comes to visit
September 1 2011 - Harry and CO. go to Hogwarts for their first year
To everyone who wanted Tim, or Tony, or Gibbs or someone to be magical, I'm sorry to disappoint but i don't think that I can work that in.
Thank you Lydia-Hood for the idea of how to get rid of Kate/bring Ziva in! It is a great idea and I am really excited to use it!
I am so so so so so so so sooooooo sorry for not updating sooner. This past month has just been crazy between school, before school clubs, sports, I almost went insane! So without further a do, the thing you have all been waiting for...
Chapter Five
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office when it happened. All of the instruments that he had set up to monitor Harry Potter's accidental magic started blaring. Alarmed, the old professor lept from his chair and gasped at what his machines told him; Harry had just released an unnaturally large burst of magic, big enough that the ministry would have been able to pick up on it. Cursing, he apparated from his office in Hogwarts right into Privet Drive. Strolling down to Number Four, Dumbledore knocked stiffly on the door. It was opened by a short woman with greying hair.
"How may I… help you?" She asked, pausing a bit as she took in the man's weird attire.
"Excuse me, madame. I must speak to Mr and Mrs. Dursley in regards to their nephew." The women looked at him blankly.
"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong address. There are no Dursleys living here, only Nickels, and before us there was a delightful three-person family by the name of Smith. Now, good day!" Dumbledore's face was comical as the little lady slammed the door, hitting his nose in the process. Turning away from the house, the old wizard stroked his beard in deep thought, worry clouding his eyes. Where on earth could the Potter boy be? If he wasn't here, then maybe he wasn't even with the Dursleys and he had to be raised by people who would neglect him so that he would be meek and uncertain of everything, so that Dumbledore could sweep in and mold him to be the perfect little sacrifice. He had to find the snot-nosed brat, fast.
It was time to reform the Order.
Gibbs had never driven so fast in his entire life. The minute he had reached his car, he had slammed the key into the ignition and was flying out of the parking lot, not giving a damn about his injured shoulder. The only thing that mattered was Harry. The normally 20 minute drive took only 10, and as the NCIS agent got to the door, another car pulled into his driveway, but he paid no attention to his team. He threw open the door to his home and ran into the living room, keeping his eyes focused on the opposite wall. Seeing the shattered window behind the couch made him gasp and he fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. It had happened, again. He lost his family, and there had been nothing he could do to save him.
But, wait. The noise his people made as they came into the house made his head lift up and he really looked into his room for the first time.
There was no blood, no dead body, nothing, besides the broken glass and the bullet lodged in the tv, that a murder had even been attempted. Gibbs sucked in a breath and jumped to his feet, spinning around to where Abby, Ducky, Tony and Kate stood in the doorway.
"He's not dead. I don't know how he did it, but somehow, neither Harry nor Melody were shot. I just don't-" Kate stepped forward.
"Don't know where he is. We'll split up and search the house, and whoever finds them first, well, we'll all come running." With that, the five NCIS workers split up, each of them running through the home abnormally fast, throwing open bedroom doors, cabinets, everything. They only had one last floor to check and they Ducky wasn't sure what would be worse; if Harry had been killed by the gun, or if he had bled out in his hiding place somewhere.
Abby heard it first. A faint BU-BUMP, BU-BUMP, BU-BUMP followed by muffled voice(s?). She held her breath as she walked down to the end of the hall and pulled open the door to the closet. Abby barely had time to brace herself in time to catch the falling teen who tumbled out of the small room as her knees buckled. Setting her gently on the ground, Abby yelled down the hall before turning back to the open closet. Curled up in the corner of the 3 by 4 walk in was Harry, who had his knees pulled up against his chest and his eyes were wide and slightly scared. Seeing Abby, though, made him launch into her arms, and wrap his own tightly around her neck, as she swung him around before sliding down onto the floor next to Melody, still holding the 4 ½ year old against her body. Abby wasn't at all ashamed of the tears that ran down her face, the only thing she could think of was that somehow, by some miracle, their little boy was alright. She jumped and swung her arm out in a solid punch when a hand landed on her shoulder, startling her, but her 'attacker' caught her wrist easily.
Gibbs stared down at Abby and wordlessly held out his arms. She immediately surrendered her hold on the boy, albeit a bit reluctantly, but all of her silent protests were squashed as soon as she saw how her boss clutched Harry to his chest, as if he was the only thing keeping him on Earth. Looking down the hall, Abby pulled Melody to her feet and handed her off to Ducky, who slowly walked her down to the couch (NOT the one in the living room) and started talking to her. The other agents - and forensic scientist - followed behind, knowing that neither father nor son would be letting go anytime soon.
Gibbs brushed a hand through Harry's hair, watching the small boy's chest rise and fall rhythmically. He sighed. He had come close to losing another person in his family, today. Too close. This time they had been lucky, but what about next time? Or the time after that? Maybe it's time to start his training earlier than originally planned. But right now, there was no way in hell he was letting his little boy out of his sight.
When Gibbs showed up to work the next day with Harry in tow, no one batted an eye at it - except Thomas Morrow. The second he had seen the four and a half year old, the director of NCIS turned red faced and demanded that he leave, immediately. The next thing he knew, half of his employees were in his face, saying that the kid wasn't going anywhere, that he had just been shot at, and he was staying here, where he would be safe, (over the past year, they had grown very, ah, protective, over Harry Gibbs). No one really wanted to mention the fact that a terrorist, still unknown by the way, had broken into the building. They seemed to think that it was just a one time thing. Morrow was sent back into his office with his tail between his legs.
So while Gibbs went over old case files Harry sat under his desk reading books for kids at least 3 times older than him and coloring in a coloring book. On slow days in the office, Kate and Tony would take him to the park - Kate's choice- or a movie - Tony's pick. Harry was back to being a normal, happy four year old, oblivious to the fact that his entire world was about to change.
"McGee! Go and help Abby hack Watson's computer. And take Harry with you!" Gibbs watched as his boy ran into the elevator, yelling for Tim to hurry up. Gibbs wasn't sure if he could deal with it if Harry was ever kidnapped. He turned to Tony. "Hey, come one. Let's go." Kate wrinkled her nose as she walked by Dinozzo.
"A little short on deodorant today, Tony?
"Don't back down." Gibbs said, watching as Captain Watson struggled to negotiate with the kidnapper. "Tell him you want to talk to your daughter."
"I want to speak to her! Right now!" Kate gasps when a hooded man appears on the screen, holding a knife against Sandy's ear.
"Plays the piano," He said. "Gifted, I hear. You don't need eyes to play the piano…. but you sure as hell need ears!" Gibbs winces as Sandy screams, thoughts of Kelly and Harry running through his head at breakneck speeds.
"Sandy!" Watson shouts.
"One little tap. Monaural." The masked man gently presses the blade against Sandy's right ear, not enough to hurt her but definitely enough to scare her, before moving the knife to her other ear. "Then the other ear, pop! Total silence and darkness forever." Sandy cries out and Kate looks up at her boss with wide eyes.
"We can't risk that!"
"He's bluffing. Stand your ground. Tell him if he does, that he'll never see a penny.
"Gibbs…" Captain Watson's hands start shaking.
"Let her go unharmed or I swear you'll never see a dime."
"You know, I never was any good at taking orders, Captain." The man seemed to smile, at least from what the NCIS agents could see of his face through the mask as he leaned a little closer to the young girl before the video footage cut out.
Watson jumps when almost an hour later the phone rings loudly.
"Answer your phone, Captain," The computerised voice said mockingly.
"Where is she? Where's my daughter!"
"I said answer the phone, Captain!" Watson's hands shook as he pressed the speakerphone button.
"Yes?
"Daddy?!" The captain let out a shaky breath when he heard his daughter's voice.
"Sandy! Sweetheart, where are you?" He asked loudly.
"I don't know," she cried. "He let me go, but he said, he said he'll kill Mom if I tell anyone what happened!" Watson turns to glare at the computer screen.
"Tell me where she is."
"Lorton Amtrak station. You got your good faith gesture. Now get back to work."
"Sandy, sweetheart, just stay right there. Don't… don't go anywhere. And Daddy… Daddy will be there to get you in just a little while." Tears pool in the decorated officer's eyes as he listened to Sandy plead for him not to go, not to leave her.
"Hang up the phone now, Captain! And believe me when I say your wife's life depends on it" The kidnapper snarled out.
"I have to hang up now, baby. And listen… I want you to be brave for me, okay? This will be over before you know it."
"Daddy, help me! Da-" Watson hung up, letting his head fall into his hands.
"God forgive me." Gibbs looked over at Tony and Kate who both nodded and were out the door seconds later to go and find Sandy.
Harry sat next to Abby, spinning around in his chair, watching as the two technology savvy 'agents' tried to hack into the Pentagon. Abby through her hands into the air. "Face it, McGee. We are doomed."
"Okay, we can try random password gener-"
"Did it."
"How about an open port scan?"
"Done it."
"Oh, there's undocumented hole in the latest I.S.I-" Abby held up her hand to stop him.
"Tried it." McGee sighed.
"Gibbs can't honestly expect us to hack into the Pentagon in a single afternoon?"
"Yeah."
"You're right. We are doomed."
"We have to call D.O.D. and hope they'll let us in without severing the connection."
"This is hopeless." Timmy cried, causing Harry to look up.
"You're trying too hard." The two agents looked back to see Harry's eyes raking over the computer screen. "No matter how amazing y'all are, you can't hack into this place, can you?" The dark haired boy leaned forward. "But this man did. What if the horse thing doesn't go into the entire network, but only a specific part? If it was systemwide, the bad guy…" Abby snapped her fingers.
"Could just steal the money himself. He wouldn't need…" McGee smiled.
"Watson to do it for him. That means that he can't access the rest of the network."
"We've been trying to hack the wrong place!"
"Yeah." While Mcgee's fingers started flying across the keyboard, Abby scooped Harry into her arms and placed a big sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"Whatever would we do without you, Greeneyes?" Harry giggled and Tim started talking to himself.
"All right, scan for an open U-D-P and T-C-P connections on the J-SOC V-P-N. Yes! Yes! Got multiple incoming packets. Ports one-three-nine, four-four-five. Looks like a variant of the doomsday Trojan." Abby sighed happily.
"I love it when you talk geek."
"I love it that you love it." McGee winked at the goth, making Harry groan.
"I'll be sure to mention that to Captain Watson right after we're done burying his family." Abby and Timmy whirled around to see their boss standing over the.
"I would hold off on those funeral arrangements, Gibbs. The reason we're so excited…"
"Harry just told us how to hack Captain Watson's computer." Gibbs raised an eyebrow, looking inquiringly down at his son, who blushed.
"They were making everything too complicated! It was basically like playing games; just find the loophole in the game and you're in!" Abby smiled.
"Are you sure that you are only four years old." Harry ducked his head. "Anyway, we should be able to back trace the connection…" Suddenly the computer started to beep and send off sparks. "No! No! No! No! No! Ah! My baby just french fried."
"The system's overheated." McGee stated.
"So? Reboot it."
"Believe it or not, Gibbs, not all computer problems can be solved by rebooting" Gibbs held up his cell and winked at Harry.
"Works for me." Abby and McGee shared a look.
'Even if it does, it's going to take at least an hour for mine to cool down."
"And without air conditioning, it'll happen again." Gibbs shrugged.
"So take it someplace cooler."
"Where? This whole building is like an illegal sweatshop."
"Not the whole building, Abs."
"Hey, Ducky. My computer died. We need some place cooler to set up shop." The M.E. raised his blood covered hands.
"Well, we're a bit tight on space at the moment, but you could use one oh seven." Ducky walked over and slid open the drawer, causing McGee to gasp at the corpse laying on the slab.
"Definitely not one oh seven." He slid the morgue closed. "His family was supposed to make arrangements to pick him up last week." Dr. Mallard opened a new slot. "Ah, there we are. How's that?"
"Perfect. Thank you." The elderly doctor looked intently over at the forensic scientist, a grim smile on his face.
"Abby, how is our boy?"
"Harry? Besides being his normal genius self, he's back to being a four year old kid. Sometimes I wonder if he ever will be a normal kid." Ducky smiled.
"Let's hope so. No matter how much I love him, I don't think that we could survive another Gibbs."
Kate and Tony scanned the train station for Captain Watson's little girl, Sandy.
"When I'm a mother, I'm never letting my kids out of my sight."
"Yeah, how do you plan on doing that?"
"G-P-S locater strapped to the ankle. Audio and video surveillance built into their clothes."
"No, I mean the part about becoming a mother." Kate rolled her eyes.
"Funny. The area looks clear to me."
"Me, too. Let's go get that kid."
Kate squatted down, staring at the little girl who was leaned against a telephone booth, crying.
"Sandy? My name's Kate." Tony smiled, even though he knew that Sandy couldn't see him.
"And I'm Tony. We're NCIS agents. That stands for…"
"I know what it stands for. They spoke at my school." The little girl looked up, blue eyes unseeing but shining with tears.
"Well, then you know that we're here to help you. Your daddy sent us." Tony nodded.
"We know what happened to you and your mom, but you're safe now. Okay?"
"I heard him." Sandy sobbed. Kate and Tony shared a look.
"Heard who, honey?"
"He didn't know it, but I heard him. He told my mom… he… he … he's going to make my dad suffer."
"What the hell is it?" McGee stared at the red spot, a repulsed look on his face. Abby shrugged it off.
"It's probably just some leftover bodily fluid." McGee paled.
"Oh, is that all."
"Yeah."
"Disgusting." Ducky walked over.
"If you want to be a full time field agent, Timothy, you're going to have to get used to sights like that."
"Is it a common occurrence, Ducky, dismembered bodies in barrels of alcohol?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I did have a great uncle who drowned in a vat of alcohol."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Ducky smiled.
"Of course he reportedly climbed out three times to go to the bathroom." The doors leading to autopsy slid open.
"Hey, what's the holdup?" Gibbs stood behind Abby.
"We are almost set here." The senior agent looked on amusedly as their 'computer guy/agent' scrubbed furiously at a patch of blood that was on the slab of metal.
"McGee, if I were you… I would spend more time working and less time cleaning."
"Yes." Gibbs took the cleaning supplies. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, boss." The silver haired man paused on his way out to tap Ducky on the shoulder.
"Duck, I got a patient upstairs for you."
Harry sat next to the newly arrived Sandy as the M.E./Doctor bandaged her bruised wrists. Ducky batted her hands gently. "There you go. Feel better now?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"You've been a very brave patient, so I think you deserve a surprise." Ducky reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy bar. Sandy's face lit up.
"A Hershey bar?"
"Yes. Are you sure you're blind?" The little girl smiled.
"I can smell it."
"Oh, I'll be right back then. I need a few moments to talk to my friends." As the doctor walked away, Harry started talking to the now frowning girl.
"What's wrong, Sandy?" Tears rolled down the eight-year old's face.
"I'm scared. My mom is still with the man, and what if he hurts her?" Harry pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back comfortingly.
"It's gonna be alright. My dad said he will find her."
"But what if he can't?"
"He will. My daddy can do anything."
"It took him forty five minutes to drop her off." Tony clicked the clicker and a map came up. "You figure twenty two minutes out, same back. That leaves a fifteen mile radius where he could be located." Kate frowned.
"Hundreds of square miles and what? We have two hours left."
"We also pulled tapes from the train station. We might catch a shot of him dropping the kid off." The former secret service agent stared at her boss as if he was crazy when he walked in with a fresh cup of coffee.
"Gibbs, it's like a hundred degrees in here! How can you drink that stuff?"
"It keeps me cool. How's she doing, Duck?"
"Remarkably well, considering the circumstances."
"What does she remember?"
"Unfortunately everything," Ducky said sadly.
"Except for where she was." Tony added slightly bitterly.
"Maybe you haven't asked the right questions." Ducky said.
"Well, she's eight and blind, Ducky. I mean, it's not a great help in a situation like…"
"You're wrong." Harry was suddenly standing behind them and had his hands propped up on his hips. "Sandy is very smart. Maybe you just aren't!" Ducky and Gibbs smiled.
"Exactly, lad. Harry is right!" Seeing Tony about to interrupt, Ducky held up a finger. "Sandy, are you thirsty?" He whispered.
"A little bit. Can I have some water?" Came Sandy's reply. Harry, Ducky and Gibbs watched smug as shocked looks came over Tony's and Kate's faces.
Gibbs watched with a smile on his face as Captain Watson embraced his family. "Everything's going to be all right now, sweetheart, everything." Kate sighed.
"Kind of makes you think."
"About what?" Tony asked.
"Having kids someday." He snorted.
"Yeah, I don't think I could handle that. I have enough trouble as it is when I watch Harry and he's not even mine." Captain Watson held out a hand to Gibbs.
"I don't know how we could ever thank you, Agent Gibbs."
"We owe you so much."
"Thank Special Agent Watson here. We couldn't have done it without her. Thanks." Harry ran over and gave Sandy a hug before the family left the building.
"We did good today, Gibbs," Kate said. Gibbs gave her a pointed look.
"Did we, Special Agent Todd? Grayson doesn't have the smarts to be in this alone. We still have to find out who hired him."
"Not going to get it from Grayson." Tony said.
"Why not? Get him to roll for a deal."
"I don't deal." Gibbs snarled and walked out of the bullpen, only stopping to scoop Harry up and place him on his hip on his way out.
"He doesn't deal?" Kate asked.
"Not when Grayson doesn't know who hired him," Tony replied.
"This guy's good," McGee said, "We lost the money for a little while in Hong Kong."
"But McGee's bots picked it up on the transfer to Zurich."
"And with Abby's' encryption algorithm embedded in the transaction it's just-"
"Look," Gibbs cut in, his head spinning. "Just for a second… just pretend I don't know anything about computers."
"Pretend?" Abby joked.
"Can we get this guy or not?" McGee started typing on his computer.
"Well, we've been following the money for the last eight hours. And if it transfers into a country where we have juris….Wait, I don't believe this."
"What?"
"It's headed back here!" Abby swerved around to face her boss.
"Washington, D.C."
"Captain Watson?" Gibbs and his team pulled out their guns, pointing them at the man that was carrying two briefcases full of money; 2 million dollars to be exact.
"Agent Gibbs. This is not what you think." Gibbs snarled.
"You're right. It wasn't."
"You did this to your own family?" Kate said, incredulously.
"No, nobody was supposed to get hurt." Tony walks around places handcuffs on the captain, causing Watson to cry out.
"Is that tight enough for you, Captain?" Tony asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"I cannot believe this is happening! It was the perfect plan. Even Grayson didn't know who hired him." He eyed the NCIS agents warily. "How the hell did you figure this out?"
"Next time you might want to send your note to the FBI," said Kate, sweetly.
"Look, you've got to understand. I needed the money because…" Gibbs suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Watson and slammed him into the wall, thoughts of his wife and daughter, dead, and the fact that his son had almost been killed, twice.
"Don't you dare tell me that there's a reason for you throwing away what you had," he whispered.
Later that night, Gibbs watched with a small smile on his face as he watched Tony and McGee do magic tricks for Harry, keeping him completely transfixed, trying to figure out how the coin got into his ear. He had lost his girls, but gained a new family in his agents. So maybe their was still a terrorist/assassin who had a vendetta against Gibbs. But as long as there were moments like this in between all of the bad times, who was he to complain?
One week had passed since Ari infiltrated NCIS and Morrow had finally managed to convince Gibbs to take a day off. The former marine was actually looking forward to a peaceful day with his son, but since when is anything ever peaceful in a Gibbs' life?
Harry and Gibbs were in the kitchen, the latter making breakfast and the former drawing, when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, Gibbs swung his boy onto his hip and went to answer the door.
"May I help you?" A young women with brown hair and blue eyes was on the doorstep, holding a large box.
"You must be Mr. Gibbs. And that must be Harry!" Gibbs tightened his hold on his son.
"What do you want?" The woman raised one hand placatingly.
"It's alright! My name is River Dalton, and I need to talk to you about your son and is what happened last week." After staring at the lady for several seconds, Gibbs reluctantly let her in leading her to the newly repaired living room. "Alright, let's' get down to business. Last week, this terrorist," River held up a picture of Ari. "Infiltrated NCIS and attempted to assassinate young Harry in revenge for you killing Qassam. But somehow, Harry and his sitter ended up in a closet when the sniper shot the bullet. I'm here to tell you how they ended up in the closet." Gibbs stared Ms. Dalton but before he could reply Harry spoke up.
"You're very pretty," He said, ducking his head into Gibbs shirt when River smiled at him. Tony certainly would've hit on her.
"Thanks, Harry. Now, why don't you go and color while your dad and I talk?" Harry looked up at Gibbs, who nodded.
"Go on, Har." The little boy jumped down from his father's lap and used his socks to slide over to the table. "How could you possibly know what happened that night? My own team still isn't entirely sure and trust me, we certainly have the motivation." River leaned forward.
"Magic." Gibbs stared at her incredulously before he suddenly stood up and pointed to the front door.
"Okay, I knew I shouldn't have let some lunatic into my home. If you would kindly leave before I force you to-"
"Wait, no look I can prove it to you!" She reached into her boot and pulled out a stick. "This is called a wand. Do you have a box or something that I can use?" The ex-marine looked around before grabbing an old plastic toy tub. "Perfect. Now what is your son's favorite animal?"
"I like lions!" The two adults looked down to find Harry looking up at them with big green eyes. "Are you going to do magic now?" River laughed, nodding her head.
"Yeah I am. Ready?" The four year old nodded eagerly and watched transfixed as she twirled her wand over the box, murmuring words under her breath. Suddenly, the box began to grow and Gibbs instinctively pushed Harry behind him. Seconds later, a lion cub was sitting on the table where the box had been just moments before. Harry squealed and leapt at the cat, and as the two rolled around the floor the agent instinctively scanned the room for trap doors, projectors anything that could explain the lion. Gibbs looked up to see River grinning at him.
"Believe me now?" Gibbs fell back onto the couch with a groan.
"You need to go over everything related with magic right now!" And she did. She talked about schools, history, politics, government, everything and when the cub turned back into a box, Harry reclaimed his spot on his dad's lap and listened and watched just as intently as his father was, as they were introduced to a new world.
River handed Gibbs a stick of books. The top item was a small pamphlet called 'Yes, Magic is Real' and went on to explain the History of magic, a list of different magical schools around the world and a recommended book list to help you adjust to your new world. Next was a thick book called 'Mundane Guide to Wizards', a thin volume titled 'So You Found Out Your child's a Wizard', a good sized book called Magical Heritage, and a complete set of books named Wizarding Starter Books: A Comprehensive Guide to Beginner Magic'. "I would recommend reading these to yourself and to Harry at night. Gibbs snorted.
"Harry's known how to read since he was three. Sometimes I think that he can read better than I can. We've been meaning to get him tested but so much has been happening lately that we've just never had the time." River nodded.
"Okay, you should do that soon. The magic schools over here don't just teach magic, they teach the mundane subjects as well so we need to know where to place him. Now, if Harry is going to go to a school for wizards, we need to know his magic levels." Gibbs eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't all schools teach the same thing?" River shook her head.
"Most schools do, but for the really powerful children who honestly couldn't control their magic any other way go to a school for the gifted, where they basically learn to be warriors. Typically, the kids that have to potential to become mages go there so that if they ever lose control of their emotions, nobody will be hurt." River handed Harry a small ball that flashed different colors. "Okay, I need you to squeeze this ball really tightly, okay?" The boy nodded and his face was comically focused. After a few seconds the colors stopped and she took it from the child and pressed a button that was on the top. Several pages of information popped into existence and River read them so fast, making Gibbs wonder is she was reading them at all. But she was and when she sat it down she looked up with a frown on her face.
"Mr. Gibbs were you aware that your son had some major blocks on his magic?" River shook her head. "Never mind, you just found out he was magical, you couldn't have known. The first block is a standard, rarely used, block for overly powerful magical children. Harry must have been manifesting his magic in the womb or just after birth because it was placed when he was only 9 hours old by a healer at 's, the British Wizarding Hospital."
"The second one seems to be blocking any and all of his special abilities, but unless he took a revealing potion, I can't tell you what abilities he has. And the third one is blocking his elemental power." River sighed. "The next ones concern me a lot. There looks to be one that was meant to damage his ability to learn but it's broken, Harry's own magic probably broke it. But the last one actively blocks any intentional accidental magic except in those instances of very strong emotions, fear for example, which would explain why Harry able to apparate when he was shot at. If you wouldn't mind, could I take a blood sample to see if there are any other problems before I remove the blocks?" Gibbs looked down at his son.
"Would that be alright, Har?" The little boy looked down nervously at his hand, biting his lip.
"Will it hurt?" He asked.
"Only for a second."
"And after you do this I can do magic?" River smiled.
"When you get trained up a bit, absolutely." Harry nodded and held his arm.
"Do it." River pricked his finger and allowed two drops of blood to fall into a small potions bottle. She conjured a bandage and wrapped it tightly around his finger. Harry lifted his hand up to Gibbs, who smiled and kissed it.
"All better!" Harry declared. The adults laughed.
"I'm glad! Now I'll just mix this up." River shook the bottle until it took on a nice dark green in a sharp contrast to the potion's previous bright yellow. "Viola!" She picked up a quill, not usually used in America but was needed for this, and dipped it into the liquid before placing its tip onto a blank sheet of paper. The quill hovered there for several seconds before it began to scribble furiously. "All we have to do now is wait for it to stop." And they did. A few seconds went by with the three just staring at each other, when suddenly Harry burst into giggles, sending everyone else into laughter thanks to his infectious laugh.
They were drawn out of their mirth when the quill flopped down on the page. River picked it up, read the first line, and gasped. She started pacing the length of the room, mumbling under her breath about 'what to do' and that 'he couldn't possibly be…'
Gibbs and Harry shared a look before the four year old jumped up and tugged on the bottom of her skirt.
"What's the matter?"
"You're Harry Potter!"