Gibbs followed Remus to the Dursley's front door. Just so you know, the Dursley's aren't exactly the most caring people in the world," Remus said.

"Yeah, I got that much from Lily. That's why she wanted me to raise Harry. She didn't want him to end up here," Gibbs said. There was anger evident in his voice towards the end of that statement. He was angry that someone had completely ignored what Lily wanted and destroyed what she'd set in motion for her child.

Remus recognized the anger, but chose not to comment. Instead, he just knocked on the door.

The door was opened seconds later by Vernon Dursley, who grew purple with anger when he saw Remus. "You! What do you want? Your kind isn't welcome here!" he yelled. He then whirled around on Harry, who was standing just a few feet away. "You called them here, didn't you, Boy!"

Vernon made a move to strike Harry, but soon found himself staring into the eyes of one pissed off Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Gibbs had pushed his way inside just as Vernon advanced on Harry and he got in between them. "You put one hand on this boy and you find yourself unable to use it ever again."

"Who the bloody hell are you? This is none of your business!" Vernon snared.

"That's where you're wrong. This boy is very much my business and if I ever find out that that you've hit him before, I will personally see to it that you regret it," Gibbs promised.

"Remus, what's going on?" Harry asked from behind Gibbs. He was very confused. Who was this man who'd just kept his uncle from hitting him? Was he in the Order?

"Harry, you need to come with us. Go get your things," Remus said.

Harry hesitated for a minute, but did as he was told and headed for the stairs. He quickly grabbed his trunk and Hedwig before coming back downstairs. "I'm ready. So where are we going?"

"My cottage for now," Remus said. He figured that was the best option for right now. That way they could explain to Harry what was going to happen without having to worry about Dumbledore walking in on them.

"If you take that boy now, don't expect him to be welcome back this summer!" Vernon said.

"That won't be a problem. He's not coming back," Gibbs informed him.

Harry looked at the man in shock. He said Harry wasn't coming back to the Dursley's. Did he mean ever? What was going on?

"Come on. We need to get out of here before Dumbledore gets wind of this," Remus said.

"Wait, Dumbledore doesn't know you're here?" Harry asked surprised. Remus didn't usually do anything unless Dumbledore said it was okay. He trusted Dumbledore to know what was right. So why would the man come get him without Dumbledore's okay?

"Harry, I promise all your questions will get answered, but right now, we need to leave," Remus said.

Harry nodded. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he trusted Remus more almost anybody, so he did what he was told and followed the two men out the door.

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Harry followed Remus and the man whose name he'd yet to learn into a small house. It was pretty tiny, but he supposed it was big enough for Remus. "So this is where you live, Remus?"

"Yes, it is. Now, I know you have a lot of questions, but first there are introductions to be made. Harry, this is Jethro Gibbs. He was a good friend of your mother's.

Harry stared at the man in shock. "You knew my mum?" He'd met a lot of people who were friends with his father and could tell him many stories about him, but this was the first person he'd met that had primarily been friends with his mother.

"Yes, I did. She was a good woman. She loved you more than anything in the world," Gibbs told Harry.

"Let's sit down and we'll explain everything to you, Harry," Remus said.

Harry nodded and sat down on the couch in the small living room. Remus also sat on the couch and Gibbs sat in a chair.

"So what's going on?" Harry asked.

Gibbs took the copy of Lily's will out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Harry.

"What's this?" Harry asked as he took the offered piece of paper.

"It's a copy of your mother's will," Remus answered.

Harry looked at him for a minute and then looked down at the document in his hands and began to read. His face went from curious to shock when he read what his mother had planned for his future.

Harry looked back at Gibbs. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs. That's you. My mother wanted me to live with you when she died."

Gibbs nodded. "As I said, your mother and I were good friends. She asked me to look after you before she went into hiding and I agreed."

"Wait, do you know…"

Gibbs nodded. "I know everything. I know about magic. I know about the Hitler wannabe that wants to kill you."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Gibbs' description of Voldemort. "So if this is what my mother wanted, why didn't it happen?"

Gibbs and Remus looked at each other for a minute. Then Remus answered. "Your mother's Will was somehow buried. We think by Dumbledore. No one knew it even existed until a couple of days ago."

"I received it the other day. Before then, I didn't even know Lily had died," Gibbs added.

"I don't understand. Why would Dumbledore do that? If he knew what my mother wanted, why would he leave me with the Dursley's," Harry asked, his voice laced with betrayal. How could Dumbledore do that to him? He knew how he felt about the Dursley's and how they felt about him. How could Dumbledore leave him there knowing there was another option?

"Harry, Dumbledore is not as perfect as he'd like people to think. His concern is and has always been stopping You Know Who. So much so that he sacrifices others to achieve his goal," Remus explained.

"So my life was just another sacrifice to him?" Harry asked angrily.

"To put it plainly, yeah," Gibbs said.

"Dumbledore told me something about blood wards protecting me at the Dursley's. Could that be true?" Harry asked.

"I highly doubt it, Harry. Even if there were such wards, they would be null and void after the events of your fourth year. Your blood now runs through You Know Who's veins." Remus said.

Harry felt like he'd been slapped. That was true. Voldemort know had his blood inside him. He would've easily been able to bypass blood wards. "Bloody hell!" Harry yelled as angrily stood up. "Has that man ever told me anything that was true!"

"Harry, it's okay," Remus said.

"How is it okay? That man has destroyed my life!" Harry yelled.

Gibbs got up from his chair and went up to Harry. He then smacked him upside the head.

Harry gaped in shock. That had thrown him for a loop. No one had ever hit him like that before. Not even the Dursley's had ever tried to hit him until today.

"Did you just hit him?" Remus asked angrily as he got up and went over to him.

"Oh, he's fine. It's not like I beat him up. It was a wakeup call," Gibbs said.

"A wakeup call for what?" Harry asked as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Your life isn't over, kid. It was severely screwed up by a meddling old bastard, but it's not over. Not if you don't let it be," Gibbs told him.

"What choice do I have? He's been running my life since my parents were murdered. He's not going to stop now," Harry said.

"He doesn't have a choice. That piece of paper over there is all I need to keep him at bay," Gibbs said.

"Wait, what are you saying? You want me to live with you?" Harry asked.

"Well, yeah. What do you think I came here for?" Gibbs asked.

Harry blinked stupidly. He supposed he probably should've figured that out. Why else would the man be there talking to him. "But why? You don't even know me."

"I made a promise to your mother. I told her I'd look after you. I told her I'd see you through this war and that's what I intend to do," Gibbs said firmly.

"What if I don't want to go?" Harry asked. A part of him did want to go. He wanted to get away from the Dursleys and away from Dumbledore, but he had reasons to stay too. He had his friends. He couldn't imagine leaving them. And he knew he'd have to. This man was an American. It was obvious that that was where he lived.

"Not your call. I told your mother I'd do right by you and I'm going to whether you like it or not," Gibbs told him. He wasn't surprised by the boy's reluctance. His whole world had been in England. It was understandable that he wanted to stay.

Harry stared to protest, but Remus interrupted him. "Harry, I know you probably don't want to leave England. I know you probably wish to stay and be with your friends. But it isn't safe for you to be here. You Know Who would like nothing more than to kill you. You need to go someplace safe."

"What if something happens to Ron and Hermione are killed while I'm off being safe?" Harry asked. He couldn't live with that. It was bad enough that people had been killed trying to protect him. He couldn't deal with anything happening to his two best friends.

"You really think your being here would make a difference right now? Do you think you think you can beat this bastard as you are?" Gibbs asked.

Harry went to answer, but found he couldn't. The truth was, his presence probably wouldn't make much difference. He wasn't strong enough to stop Voldemort. Hell, he wasn't sure he ever would be.

"Harry, I know you don't want to, but you need to go," Remus said.

Harry sighed in defeat. He wanted to keep arguing, but he couldn't think of a reasonable argument against theirs. "Fine. I'll go."