A/N: As always I don't own these Harry Potter or NCIS, I'm just taking them out for a spin. I want to thank Dalek Warrior for beta-ing this entire story and for give me permission to pick up where they left off. Enjoy
Chapter 20: The Date
Ziva and Justin appeared in an alleyway.
"Sorry about the rough start but the coffee shop is just around the corner." Justin said, leading Ziva out of the alleyway and into the before mentioned shop.
They quickly ordered their drinks and picked a secluded spot where they could both watch the door. They shared a small smile at this. They talked for a while before Ziva brought Harry up.
"So what was Harry like at school?" Ziva asked.
"I can only give you the general popularity level and some of his more memorable incidents." Justin prefixed.
"First year he was pretty popular. He became the youngest seeker in over a century." Justin began.
"Seeker?" Ziva asked.
"Seeker is a position in quidditich. Quidditich is a wizarding sport. There are seven players on each team. You have three chasers, who handle the quaffle. The quaffle is about the size of a soccer ball. Chasers are kind of like basketball players. They pass the ball around in the hopes of scoring. There's also a keeper. His goal is to try to block shots, kind of like a goalie in soccer. You have two beaters, who are kind of like a batter in baseball, except that they deal with the bludgers. Bludgers are enchanted balls about yay big," Here Justin gave a rough approximation of the bludgers' size.
"Bludgers go after players. Beaters try to protect their teammates and aren't allowed to directly aim for the other team. Finally you have the seeker. The seeker's only goal is to catch the snitch. The snitch is this tiny golden ball that is ridiculously fast and hard to keep track of. Catching the snitch gives that team one hundred fifty points and each goal with the quaffle is worth ten." Justin explained.
"So does catching the snitch mean that that team wins?" Ziva asked. Justin was a little surprised that she had managed to follow his explanation because he thought that it was terrible.
"No, not always. Sometimes a seeker will catch the snitch to end the game because they know that their team won't win." Justin said.
"So it's not just about catching the snitch it's also about knowing when to catch the snitch." Ziva said. Justin nodded.
"So anything further in your first year?" Ziva asked.
"Other then Quirrel nope. In second year his popularity dropped quite a lot. In our second year the chamber of secrets was opened and muggleborns were being petrified at an alarming rate. The reason why it was muggleborns, was because they were considered to be enemies of the heir of Slytherin. One of Slytherin's abilities was to speak to snakes. Parslemouths are really rare, and so when Harry displayed that talent quite publicly there was a lot of speculation that he might be the heir." Justin said.
"How did he display it?" Ziva asked.
"Lockhart, the witless wonder, and Snape had a dueling club. Looking back on it, Snape was probably there to keep the witless wonder from actually hurting someone. Harry and Draco were paired together to demonstrate the proper way to duel. It quickly got out of hand and Draco summoned a snake. Harry talked to it, convincing it that it didn't want to attack anybody." Justin said. Ziva whistled low.
"I don't know of anything spectacular and I can't add on to the dementor situation for third year. Fourth year he got put into the triwizard tournament. It was a series of three tasks. The first one was that each of the four champions had to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon." Justin said.
"Dragons? They let what, thirteen, fourteen year olds compete in this tournament?" Ziva asked.
"Not exactly. Harry's name was entered but he couldn't have put his name in himself. Turned out Crouch had bent the goblet of fire to his will and entered Harry's name in a ploy to get Harry to Voldemort." Justin explained.
"Why did they leave him in?" Ziva asked.
"I don't know. If I had to guess it would be because when the goblet of fire spits out a champion's name, it means a contract has been formalized and you often can't or don't want to break magical contracts." Justin said.
"Why what happens?" Ziva asked.
"Typically, death." Justin answered.
"Oh." Ziva responded.
"So, what was the second task?" She asked.
"Each champion had to retrieve someone who was near and dear to them from the bottom of the black lake." Justin said.
"What happened if they failed?" Ziva asked.
"All I know is that they got the lowest amount of points and I only know that much because one of the champions did fail. The reason I don't know anymore is because Harry made sure everyone got back to the surface." Justin said.
"So his sacrificing himself for others isn't a new trait?" Ziva asked.
"No. Though he was rewarded for it that time." Justin said.
"How?" Ziva asked.
"He was awarded first place with Cedric Diggory for moral fiber." Justin said.
"Why does that not surprise me? I think I would die of shock if Harry became evil." Ziva mused.
"You, me, and half the wizarding world. The other half would either be celebrating because of it or telling their friends that they saw it coming." Justin said.
"Really?" Ziva asked. Justin nodded.
"I don't suppose you know of a Fred and George who have a connection to Harry, do you?" Ziva asked. Justin smiled at this.
"Fred and George Weasley. Doubt you could find a wizard my age or younger who doesn't know the names." Justin said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well Abby and Harry have started to call each other Gred and Forge. I was wonder who the originals were." Ziva said.
"They were pranksters. They have a gift for causing mayhem. You should see their products. They have candies that make you look sick, powder that will turn a whole room dark, and supposedly love potions." Justin said.
"Wow, they're quite the pair of entrepreneurs, aren't they?" Ziva asked.
"Yeah, unfortunately Fred died during the Battle of Hogwarts, at least I think it's of Hogwarts. Might be for Hogwarts." Justin mused.
"Let me guess. That's where Harry killed Voldemort." Ziva said.
"Yeah, though Fred wasn't the only casualty and many couldn't live with the survivor's guilt or the memory of that day. Voldemort's influence is still being felt but it has a limit on how long it will last." Justin said, looking at a clock.
"Wow, I didn't mean to keep you this long."Justin said. Ziva looked at the clock and almost let her jaw drop at the time.
"Justin, where are we?" She asked.
"Australia." He answered simply. Ziva did the math in her head and figured out that her team would be done with work by now.
"Shall we go?" Justin asked offering her his hand. Ziva didn't say anything but grabbed Justin's hand and let her self be led away. Justin quickly apparated to the NCIS headquarters. There they only saw Gibbs.
"Congratulations on a successful first date. Ziva go home get some rest, be here on time." Gibbs said, as Justin apparated away.
"What no reprimand for missing work?" She asked.
"You didn't miss work." Gibbs said.
"I would have called had you done so. Now get out of here." Gibbs said. With that Ziva gave her thanks and walked out of the building.
Harry came into work the next morning to find an owl on his desk. He sighed, rather heavily.
"Is this a prank? Because if it is it's in poor taste." Harry told Tony.
"I'm innocent, this time." Tony defended. Harry sighed again. He walked to his desk and took the letter from the owl. The letter was marked with two M's. Harry opened it roughly. It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
This letter is to inform that the date for the preliminary hearing for Mandy Bruklehurst is set for the Thirty-First of November. If there is enough evidence to try to prosecute, the trial will start on the First of December.
Linda Sandarath
Senior Undersecretary for the Head Prosecutor
Harry growled softly. He hated the fact that the Ministry sent this to him and not Gibbs.
"Will you wait so I can a send a letter?" Harry asked the owl. The owl bobbed his head. Harry grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.
Dear Mrs. Sandarath,
If you would like to notify me as a field agent you can either send a letter to Mr. Leroy Jethro Gibbs or send an official request to make me a liaison agent but don't count on me answering in the positive.
Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
Savior of the Wizarding World
A few weeks later there was an owl sitting on Gibbs desk.
"Potter! What is this thing doing?" Gibbs practically yelled at him, while everyone else hid grins.
The End
A/N: So that's the end of Potter's Personal Chamber. For those of you who want to see the trial don't worry you will. I do plan on making a sequel that is just the trail plus a few odds and ends I plan to throw in. :)