Chapter 7:
"So who is this Romilda Vane?" Tony asked.
"She was a classmate that tried to feed me some love potion." Harry said, fighting a shudder.
"Really Harry? You had girls trying to feed you love potions? When?" Justin asked.
"Yes and in sixth year. I still shudder at it. One of her attempts ended with Ron in the infirmary." Harry said.
"Really? How?" McGee asked.
"I took Ron to Slughorn. He brewed the counter potion and we had a drink to help Ron. The drink was poisoned. Had it not been for my quick actions he would have died." Harry said, not boasting but telling the events as the happened.
Tony shook his head.
"How did you survive your schooling?" He asked, awe filling his voice.
"Luck and lots of it." Harry replied. "Anyhow, we should probably pick up ." He continued when he caught a look of Gibb's face.
"Usual apparation spot?" Roberts asked. Harry nodded. Harry and Roberts went to the men's bathroom and quickly disapperated. Justin took one look at the NCIS team and said:
"We were more like good acquaintances."
Meanwhile in London, Harry and Roberts were going to the Ministry. When they got there Roberts used his employee status to get Harry in without too much fuss. Inside Roberts guided Harry to his desk.
"Wait here please." Roberts said. Harry nodded in compliance. Roberts went off towards Land Registration & Deeds. He quickly got the information he was after and returned.
"So, what's the news?" Harry asked.
"Mrs. Vane is now Mrs. Daniels She lives in Little Whinging." Roberts said.
"Tell me she doesn't live on Privet Drive." Harry said, eyes growing wide in anxiety.
"She doesn't. She lives in Number Seven Elizabeth Lane. She married one Wilbur Daniels. An American. He used to be a marine." Roberts informed Harry. With that they went on their way.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
"Only if you'll take the lead." Roberts responded. Harry answered by opening his door. The short walk didn't seem long enough to Harry. He took the minute to make sure his hair covered his scar. He knocked three times. A couple of moments went by before the door was opened. The man that opened the door was tall and well-built.
"Yes, may I help you gentlemen?" He said.
"Mr. Daniels ?" Harry asked.
"Yes what do you want?" inquired.
"I'm Special Agent Potter with NCIS. We need to ask your wife a few questions." He said showing him his badge.
"Honey, who's at the… Harry?" Romilda said.
"Hi." Harry said uncertainly.
"Come in." She said. They were guided into the living room. Harry and Roberts sat on a white sofa while the Daniels sat on a loveseat.
"Is my wife under suspicion of a crime?" Mr. Daniels asked.
"No, we believe that she has pertinent information." Roberts informed him.
"How?" Romilda asked.
"The case was perpitated by someone who belongs to a group you used to belong to." Harry said, trying to get his point across without sounding narcissistic. Fortunately Romilda understood.
"Oh, you want to know if there was ever a club of sorts and if I could give you names, right?" Romilda said. Harry nodded, tersely.
"Sorry, I wish I could but I can't." Romilda said.
"Well, thank you for your time." Harry said. Roberts and Harry got up and went to the the followed them.
"Harry, just so you know, I fought him every step of the way in buying this house." Romilda said, as Harry stepped out of the house. "Oh, um, thanks." Harry said, feeling rather awkward. He and Roberts went to the car and got in.
"Back to the Naval Yard, I presume?" Roberts said.
"Yep but you'll need to side-along with me." Harry said. Roberts nodded and grabbed the proffered arm, they disapperated with a loud crack.