Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own NCIS.

A/N: As for the cliff in the previous chapter it won't be solved so easily, so you'll have to be patient.

Warning: Okay, so this chapter has a slash scene at the beginning, not exactly appropriate for the younger readers – hence the rating. Just a warning, guys.

CHAPTER 5 – AN OPEN DOOR

Green eyes sparkled mischievously as Harry licked his way down Tony's chest. He bit on one nipple lightly only to apologize with his tongue a moment later. Tony arched his hips, longing to feel the other man. Fuck, Harry was a tease. The younger man moved his palm lightly over the buldge in Tony's pants and smirked, feeling the immediate response. Tony moaned, a loud long sound that went straight to Harry's cock. The air was hot around them, thick with their whispered words and this incredible smell of sweat and arousal. Harry licked Tony's abdomen, admiring the muscles there, tracing their outlines with his tongue. He reached down to unbutton Tony's pants and rubbed his cheek against the tender flesh. Tony inhaled sharply, too sharply, feeling that he was being pulled out of the dream.

He woke up abruptly, the deceptive touch of Harry's fingertips still lingering on his body. He rolled off of the bed, realizing that he literally had a huge problem to take care of.

-ooo000ooo-

Severus Snape was not a very sociable person. After the war, when some of his friends turned out to be enemies and some enemies friends he had learned to appreciate the few people he knew he could trust. To his great surprise, Harry Potter turned out to be one of them.

And then he set off to America, to find a new adventure, and Severus Snape was all alone again. Well, not to count annoying headmasters and groups of idiotic morons called students.

Now, that the school year has started once again, Severus was becoming more and more irritated. Something had to be done.

-ooo000ooo—

One thing Gibbs found out about Harry shortly after inviting him to his home, was that his nephew was a cuddler. He honestly did not expect that, seeing as he was in the same line of work as himself and, by extension, had to be tough.

They were curled up on a couch, Harry involuntarily seeking his warmth. Gibbs smiled seeing the younger man so open and trusting. He hoped they would become a family, a real family they both could depend on. As far as he could tell, they both had their issues and trusting other people was one of them. He clasped Harry's shoulders tightly, wordlessly assuring him of his support. For the first time since Shannon and Kelly died, he felt like he had someone to live for.

"Mmm, you're warm," Harry mumbled and looked at him cheekily. "So, how many wives have you had?"

Gibbs sighed. "Four in total. But it was never the same as with Shannon."

"Have you ever tried being, you know, with a guy?"

"Hey, it's my turn to ask a question, Potter!" He smirked.

"I didn't know we were counting, Gibbs." He settled himself comfortably against Gibbs' shoulder. "Shoot."

"What really happened between you and Petunia?" He looked at him piercingly. "She told me that you attract danger and she was trying to protect Dudley, but I don't exactly believe that it's only about that."

"Well she was right about the danger part. Sometimes I think I'm cursed or something." He smiled inwardly thinking how right he was. "But as for other reasons – I don't want to lie to you, Leroy, but I'm not ready to tell you yet."

"Okay," He sighed and raked his fingers through Harry's hair comfortingly. "I just hope you'll learn to trust me."

"I trust you." Gibbs looked at him doubtfully. "Well, a little at least. It's just – it's big. Very big and I have to find the right words to tell you. And right now, so much is going on that I just want to wait for everything to settle down a bit." The truth be told, Harry was a little afraid that Gibbs would be similar to aunt Petunia when it came to magic.

"All right."

"All right. So, my turn. How come you live here and not in England?"

Gibbs actually smiled this time.

"I was born here. We lived with my parents in Stillwater, Pennsylvania, then after a couple of years moved to England." When Harry first heard about Jackson Gibbs, he knew there was something wrong. He couldn't be his grandfather and therefore Gibbs' father. He couldn't wait to meet the man and ask him some questions. It had to wait, though. "Then Lily and Tunia were born, my mother died, Lily started this school of hers and me, Jackson and Tunia moved back to USA. Lily would always come visit during holidays. After a while I moved out of the house, Petunia met Vernon on one of his company trips and moved to England. When Lily finished school she married James and then," He swallowed. "Then they died in a car crash."

Harry cursed loudly. He couldn't help himself.

"What?"

"They were murdered."

"What?" Gibbs couldn't believe what he just heard.

"They didn't die in a car crash. A sociopathic son of a bitch killed them, because they were in his way. Don't ask me for details, because I can't tell you yet. I just don't want you to be misled. I don't want to lie. Not to you."

"Okay." Gibbs closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay."

They stayed that way until morning, neither willing to give up the warmth they both missed so much.

-ooo000ooo—

"What do you got?" Gibbs once again showed up just behind Tony, making the younger agent jump.

"It turns out, Petty Officer Landon was not a goth at all, boss." McGee said, looking very eager to share the information.

"Yeah," Tony cut in. "Abby found traces of paper on the lipstick."

"He was using it to write messages." Ziva explained. "Possibly threats. We think he wanted his victims to think he is a woman."

"Hence the lipstick." Tony supplied.

"I found out his girlfriend's address, boss." McGee announced and handed him a slip of paper.

"Grab your gear." Gibbs took his badge and gun and made his way to the elevator. A second later Tony caught up with him.

"Agent Potter is not coming with us?" He asked innocently.

Gibbs stared at him for a while. "He has a meeting with the director. It's for her to decide when we'll be working together."

-ooo000ooo—

Harry stepped into Jenny's office only to find her talking with a man in his fifties, dressed in a weird violet suit. His hair was long and grey, tied up in a thin ponytail. He had a pleasant, wrinkled face and a sincere smile.

"Good, you're here." Jenny smiled and mentioned for him to sit down. "Harry, I want you to meet Mr. Conrad Flamel, he's a specialist on project Phoenix."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Any relation to Nicholas Flamel?"

"Indeed, Mr. Potter, he was my great grandfather."

"Harry, please. I was sorry to hear about his passing. We met once, and he was an amazing person."

"That he was, Harry. But why don't we talk present instead of past?"

"I'm listening."

"I'm here to offer my support. I've been cooperating with different agencies for a while now, and if needed, can offer you advise. Soon, we will need to reveal project Phoenix to a couple of agents, and we want your help in deciding to whom exactly. There are so many wizards on the run in America, simply because of Voldemort's defeat that we lack the well-acquainted staff."

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Flamel."

"It's just Conrad." He handed Harry his business card. "Call me if you have any questions. Also, we have special trainings on Wednesdays, if you want to join us. It would be great to have a wizard so powerful amongst us."

"I appreciate the offer, Conrad, I'll be there." He stood up. "If that's all, I'll see myself out. Jenny, Conrad." He nodded and left the room.

-ooo000ooo—

Harry pulled out his keys when he heard footsteps coming from the staircase. He haven't met his neighbors yet and thought it was a good idea to introduce himself. He opened his apartment, tossed his bag inside and turned around only to come face to face with one very surprised Anthony DiNozzo.

After a few moments of silence a huge grin appeared on Harry's face.

"Tony." He purred. "I see we meet again."

"And what, exactly, are you doing here?" Tony asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I live here." He pointed to the open door. "You?"

"I-" Tony's mind went blank. He could only think about his dream and the body hidden underneath Harry's clothes. Abby's words about Harry's tongue ring came to mind and he immediately wondered whether she was right.

Harry saw the glazed eyes and quickened breath and he unconsciously licked his lips. Anthony DiNozzo was a fine looking man and he would be a fool not to appreciate it.

"I live here, too." Tony's mind was finally back to normal as he pointed to the nearby door. "So you're the new neighbour everyone was talking about."

"Did they now?" Harry smiled again, not really that surprised. Everyone who used to live at Privet Drive knew that some people tend to be nosy. "Wanna come in for a drink?"

Tony coughed lightly, trying not to think what else he would want to do with Harry, alone with Harry, in an apartment, apartment which most likely had a bed and a sofa, probably even a kitchen table, and there were so many things a person could do on a kitchen table…

"Yeah, sure." Tony answered. "Just give me ten minutes to shower and change."

-ooo000ooo—

Five minutes later Harry was done cleaning up. His hair was let down and he had put a freezing charm on the beer, before putting it in the fridge. Now, he was looking for a shirt to wear, finally deciding on the simple dark green shirt. He was only starting to button it up, when Tony suddenly appeared in the door.

Harry smiled at him cheekily and Tony arched his eyebrows.

"What? Not used to seeing half-naked men?"

Tony's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, half-naked men I see all the time. The ones with tigers marching through their chests not so often."

Harry looked down and indeed his tiger tattoo was calmly walking up to his collarbone.

A/N: Okay, that's it. Talk to me, guys?