Glancing up the elevator dinged, 47 year old Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of the NCIS noted the three figures of his team. His second-in-command, Tony DiNozzo. A man he would call his son. Computer Specialist Tim McGee and Mossat Agent Ziva David. Then his gaze fell on the young man accompanying them. Not dressed in normal clothes that agents wore to work, he wore black jeans, black t-shirt. The leather duster which no doubt hide his weapons.

Jethro noted the faint outline of the pair of swords that is on his back, the handles peeking over his head. Against his left hip was another sword, but it was more dangerous then the pair on his back. Two assault rifles hung off his shoulders, a pistol under his left arm for easy draw. Noting the looks the young man was getting from his agents, Jethro smirked slightly.

People obviously underestimated the man. With his lean whipcord body, he hardly looked like he could handle his own in a fight. The long shaggy black hair framed a pale ethereal face. With high cheekbones, a thin humorless smile on his lips, a faded lightening bolt scar adorning his forehead above his left eyebrow. Standing six feet even, the young man wasn't anyone would even consider underestimating in the future once they saw his eyes.

Hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, his most prominent feature is the green glowing eyes. A vivid green that seemed to draw in a person and left them wondering if they were contacts. Jethro knew that the green eyes of his adopted son is his true eye color.

Currently talking on his cellphone, Gibbs knew it had taken a lot of time to upgrade the phone to be able to used by the young Archmage currently standing at the foot of his desk. Even was consciously trying to keep his magic contained, he still threw off eddies of magic that would disrupt any electronic thing he was using at the time

There was a lot of things that no one knew existed. Wizards being one of them. Clicking his phone shut, pushing his glasses upwards. Vivid green eyes framed by insanely long black lashes, a thin scar at the corner of his right eye.

"So Pops, gotta question. When does NCIS needs me on a case?" The deep British voice, even though he lived in the united states of America for eight years now. He had dual citizenship, plus had diplomatic safety in major countries out of the known world.

"It's right up your alley Harry," Gibbs replied. Noting Tony, Ziva and Tim stiffen. There is a lot of things he did not tell his agents about his personal life. One being the young man currently being studied by the trio.

He had adopted the sixteen year old when he had found the boy after a mission in Gotham city. Werewolves had taken over an orphanage and were willing to kill or turn all the children within to blood-thirsty beasts. He had been with the team of Marines sent in to try and reason with the werewolves.

He wasn't the only one shocked when a marine, unarmed and unarmored walked into the den of the beasts. Fearing that if the marine was bite, and turned that they would have a marine with knowledge of weapons and the beast in control. Not expecting the marine to lead the residents of the orphanage out of the pit of hell, unharmed. Covered in blood of the werewolves he had slaughtered.

Jethro knew then and there that the marine, widely known as the "Terminator" and "Death" would need someone to keep the suicidal tendencies down to a minimum. He sought help from the Sorcerer supreme and the president, he got the adoption papers filed and became the teen's guardian.

After realizing why the teen acted as he did, Jethro swore that if he ever met the Potters, he would have them jailed for child neglect and abuse. Neglect for Harry and abuse for Liam. Favoring one over the other, spoiling one so badly and acquitting to his every need was abuse in some books.

"Pops?" Tony parroted. Causing Harry turn towards the older man. Green eyes met blue and Tony shivered at the look in those innocent green eyes. This man had seen war, bloody wars and lived to tell the tale.

"Yup." Harry said popping the P as he studied Tony, "You must be Tony DiNozzo. Pops told me a lot about you."

"Gibbs sure didn't tell us anything about you."

"Security Clearance reasons. Pops, they'll need to be brought up to date. This case of yours, it's closer to home then we all realized."

"MTAC, all of you, now." Gibbs stated. As the five of them walked off. Inside the secure room, along with Vance.

"Sergeant Gibbs, good to see you again."

Tony watched the young man straighten and saluted Director Vance.

"Director Vance."

"At ease marine."

As the lanky, but muscled man settled down, pocketing sunglasses. His coat shifted aside to reveal the hidden pistol under his arm.

"So Gibbs, Harry, what do you know about this murder?"

"Demi-god. Son of Poseidon. The big man came to me and asked me if I would find the killer."

"Wait, Demi-god?" Tim blurted out. Causing those unnatural green eyes to settle on him. He shivered as those eyes seem to sift through his memories. Noting Gibbs narrow a gaze on the teen, then whacked him over the back of his head with "Harrison." The teen shot a look at Gibbs, then smiled ruefully. Rubbing the back of his head.

"Yes McGee, Demi-god. There is more to this case then a murder. There is another world out there, full of gods, Demi-gods, wizards, werewolves, vampires and many other things that can easily destroy the entire planet if they so wished."

Those cool green eyes shifted over to Gibbs.

"And Pops had gotten a very fast introduction to my world when he adopted me. My name is Harrison Jethro Gibbs. My old name was Harry James Potter. My parents abandoned me on the whims of a manipulative old man, because he believed my twin brother is the so-called "Chosen One" that defeated a dark lord over in England. And I am a wizard, or more precise of my magic, Archmage. The highest rank of wizards have. And what the old man and my parents don't realize is that my twin isn't the one to defeat the dark lord."

Noting the stunned look on McGee's face, Tony knew he isn't faring any better. Struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that this man perched on the edge of the desk is a wizard.

"Can you prove it?" Ziva asked, staring coolly at the man.

Nodding briefly, Harry stood up. Ever since his core had been unblocked, he is able to use wandless magic. No more loosing his wand in a fight. Transfiguring the desk he had been sitting on to a lion. Causing McGee and DiNozzo to leap away. Returning the desk back to it's original self, Harry spoke softly.

But the massive snake that appeared on the floor, rose and began hissing angrily. Hissing back at the snake, the others watched in shock as the snake calmed. Gliding across the floor to the young man. Winding up around him.

"My parents didn't realize when Tom Riddle came that night to kill us, he had marked me. Not Liam. Liam's mark came from falling Debris. My scar gifted me more then what appeared to be a curse, but his memories, his abilities in magic. Including being a Parselmouth."

The snake wrapped snugly around the chest of the teen, head resting on his shoulder. It wasn't like any snake he had seen. Pitch black with hints of burgundy red in the scales. Golden eyes, what looked like feathers shifted on it's head.

"Back to the case." Vance stated. "The victims are Dean Thomas of Wiltshire, England and Thomas Green of London, New York."

Green eyes widened slightly then Harry bowed his head. "I went to school with him, Dean Thomas. He is a wizard and a friend of Liam's. Pops, you handle Thomas Green's case and I'll handle Dean Thomas' case. Dean Thomas is a Demi-god and his mother needs to be let know."

"Be careful." Gibbs replied. Standing up to give Harry a hug.

"No worries Pop, I have Given and Token with me."

Then with a soundless pop, the man disappeared from MTAC.

Wiltshire.

Reappearing with no noise, Harry glanced about. Immediately, he sensed incoming apparations. Drawing his gun from the holster, he ducked down. Just as the Snatchers appeared and began firing stunning spells and disarming spells. His gun, magically resistant to being summoned away. Popping upwards, firing twice before ducking back down.

A yell of pain then the pop of a person apparating away. The sound of a body falling. "Alright Mudblood, come out and we won't hurt you much." Cackles sounded after that.

"You think I'm that dumb?" Harry shouted back. Shooting back upwards, aiming for the blond ferret faced death eater. He fell with a look of shock on his face, a bullet hole in his forehead.

Crossing over his chest, Harry murmured softly "may god have mercy on your soul, Malfoy. For "Death" is just the beginning."

Soundlessly apparating behind the group, Harry took them down with methodicalness. By the time he had finished, all nine were dead. Taking their wands, he dumped them into the backpack he had on. Hefting the pack over his shoulder, he Apparated out again. Setting off towards the Thomas household.

Aresha Thomas glanced up at the knock on the door. Moving over, she glanced at the man dressed in black fatigues, a baseball cap jammed low over his head. Mirrored sunglasses over his eyes. She noted the Muggle weapons, the staff in one hand.

"Mrs. Thomas, mother of Dean Thomas."

"Yes, who are you?"

"My name is Harrison Gibbs of the United States Marine Corp. Sergeant of the 701st company. I'm afraid I bring bad news ma'am. Your son Dean, he was a wizard was he not?"

Staring at the man, she noted the past tense of address her son. "Who killed my son?"

"Death Eaters ma'am. But do not worry I will bring his killers to justice."

Hogwarts.

Munching on the piece of chicken, Liam Potter glanced up. It wasn't the same without Dean. Wondering what is taking him. Moments later, an alarm chimed. Signaling that someone had Apparated into Hogwarts, which was suppose to be impossible.

Sending off Sirius and his father, the Headmaster glanced down at his plate. Minutes later, Sirius and his father came backing in, hands raised over their heads. Following them in, was a man his own age. A baseball cap jammed over his head. Strands of messy black hair peeked out from under his hat. Sunglasses perched on his face. And the reason for his father and godfather with their hands raised. A gun was aimed at the pair, along with a staff that oozed power.

"Who are you? How did you manage to bypass the wards?" Dumbledore interrogated the man.

"The name's Gibbs, all you need to know. And those wards are so flimsy, I'm surprised no one had broken through them before me."

"American?" Dumbledore question.

"Formerly British. I left this stagnated backwards society because of them." Nodding at Lily and James.

"I don't know you." James spat, glaring into the sunglasses. Lips jerked upwards into a smirk, a familiar smirk he is used to seeing on Liam. Tugging sunglasses off and pocketing them. Removing the baseball cap.

"Recognize me now father?" Those cold green eyes spat green fire. Staring back at them is Harry, his son who disappeared many years ago. They had awoken one day to find his room empty, his broken wand on the bare mattress, his note only reading "I forgone being a Potter."

"H-Harry?" Lily asked softly. Green eyes so much like hers and Liam's met hers and Lily noted that there is nothing in those green eyes. Only a hatred that made her stumble backwards.

"The name's Gibbs. Harrison Jethro Gibbs. You lady are nothing to me. The same goes to you and you."

Pulling out of his backpack, nine wands. "Seems to me, your problem with Riddle is getting worse. I did manage to kill nine Snatchers. Here is their wands as proof." Tossing them down, he smirked. "Oh and Liam, I know. As eldest born, the magics refused your claim as lordship. Oh and Potter, no matter how many times you try to disown me, the magics refuse to release the lordship to Liam." Cold green eyes snapped dangerously. Popping noises sounded then seven men appeared in a semi circle around Harry. Each were dressed in fatigues, buzzed-cut, wearing holsters pistols. Strapped across their back is staffs.

"Boss, we've got a problem. The wizard Marine aboard the Air-force 1 is dead and the plane is missing."

Liam saw his twin brother turned towards the American Marine, noting the odd symbol on his sleeve. A pistol and wand crossed over an eagle. "When? How long ago and has there been any demands?"

"It happened an hour ago, and no. There has been no demands." One of the marines said. Harry frowned slightly then said "you and Jase, go to command center. I think we're going to be on call in a few minutes. Oh and Leo, how in the hell did you manage to track me here? I used unknown routes and wiped my trail?"

"You forgot about your father." The marine smirked, "he was good enough to tell us where you went."