Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or NCIS. I make no money off of this.
AN: This story is a repost. I had this story up before, but so many people complained so I took it down. I have reworked this story, if you have a problem with it this time then offer to Bata; otherwise this will remain as is and as one of the other authors wrote this FAN fiction not Author fiction.
AN: This story will be totally AU from the series. The only things I will be keeping are the people, and the concept. Kate is gone and Ziva is still on the team.
In Little Whining, Surrey, England the morning was like any other. The air was clean, the dawn sky clear and the sun cheerful. For Petunia Dursley the day seemed to be a good one. That is till she opened the front door of her perfectly ordinary house to find her nephew on the front step with a letter. Petunia thought of her sister and her freaky ways with fear, because Petunia only wanted to be normal in every way and having a sister who was a witch just wasn't normal.
Petunia Dursley brought her nephew into the house before the neighbors saw him. She noticed the letter again and read it. It told her that the baby was named Harry Potter, his birthday was July 31. He is one year old. The letter went on to explain that late the night before the dark lord along with two of his most trusted death eaters had attacked the Potter family. The dark lord had killed James Potter as he tried to buy time for his wife and young son to escape but it was not to be. Lily too was killed a as she protected her son with her body but when the dark lord turned his wand on the baby his curse rebounded upon its caster and the house they were in, destroying both. No one had ever survived the killing curse before; no one had ever survived after the dark lord had tried to kill them. For these reasons all through the wizarding world people were talking of Harry Potter, the boy-who- lived. The letter also informed her that they were to look after the boy as he would be safe from the remaining servants of the dark lord.
"Why did that stupid, freaky sister of mine have to go and get herself killed anyway? Well, it wasn't going to stay here no matter what the letter said; it could hurt our little Duddikens with its freakishness." Petunia told her husband, Vernon, when she showed him the baby and letter. "We will have to keep it for a few days though until the freaks stopped watching the house. After that though, we would have to find somewhere to dump it."
"Well Pet from what you have told me about those people if we send him to an orphanage or dump him somewhere then when they find out they will just bring him right back here," Vernon stated.
"True so how do we get rid of him because there is no way he is staying here," Petunia told him.
"Well, I will go into work today and you take care of him as if you are babysitting one of the neighbor children. Take him shopping and get him some outfits. Before you say anything Pet we want to make Them think we care for the freak and want him with us."
Vernon told his wife as she was about to protest. "We need Them to think he will be cared for. Then we will take a vacation out of the country and take him with us. While I am at work I will check into getting a transfer to another branch of the company. While we are on vacation we will have movers take our stuff to a new house. We leave the freak in the other country and never come back here. That way they cannot find us to bring him back."
As Vernon finished explaining this Petunia started to truly smile. "I always knew I married a smart man."
A week later Vernon's transfer to the German division of the company was approved. He took a weekend to go locate a home near work for them. When he got back to Little Whining Petunia had the housed packed up and travel bags ready for everyone.
"What country are we taking our vacation in dear?" Petunia asked her husband with a pointed look at Harry.
"I bought us tickets and a flight to American for tomorrow Pet. Tonight we go to a hotel near the airport, but first Heather is coming over to get that key so she can take care of things while we are away," Vernon told her making a point to use their Realtors first name.
"That's good dear," Petunia smiled.
The plan landed in Washington DC and Vernon took all of them to a hotel. "Pet I am going to scout out the town and see about getting a rental car so that we can drive around. Why don't you order some food and make sure to feed the freak."
"Yes dear. I think I will Write out a letter to put with him for when you find somewhere for him to go." She said.
"That's fine luv. Just make sure you stay close to the truth as possible so that they will know to watch out for other freaks." Vernon told her as he walked out the door.
Petunia ordered room service. When it arrived she gave each boy a bottle and sat down to write the letter.
This is Harry. He was born on July 31. He is a year old. His parents were killed by member of organized crime. The employees of the criminal are still after young Harry. He has no other family. He would be in dangers if he stayed with me. Please take care of him.
"Hey Pet I rented a car. This can all be over tonight," Vernon greeted as he came into the room.
"That's great dear. Sit down eat. Then you can take him," Petunia told him with relief in her voice.
"Here is the note that will be left with him."
After reading the note Vernon said, "The truth in a way that a normal person would look after him. Good job Pet."
Vernon was driving through the streets looking for a good place to dump the boy where it would not be traced back to him and his family. A set of imposing wrought iron gates caught his eye, making him slow. A sign next to the gates proclaimed it to be an orphanage, perfect. Pulling the car up to the nearest parking bay he climbed out grabbing the blanket wrapped boy before approaching the orphanage. He placed the sleeping boy at the door then turned and strolled back to his car, whistling as he drove away from the place glad to never have to look at his only nephew ever again.
Time went on
The orphanage was an old one and fairly run down as the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Blake, refused to spend any more money on the brats than they had to. The only workers they had were the cook and nurse, who looked after the youngest children and made sure that the older ones did their chores. Mrs. Blake set up adoptions and took in the newcomers.
Nurse Jenny looked after the little ones and gave all the new kids a check up to start their files. Jenny was the first to notice the baby on the step the next morning. She brought him in and took him directly to Mrs. Blake. After he was processed and the police called Jenny took him to the nursery next her office. Jenny tried to get as many of the children adopted as possible. Taking care of Harry for the next few months Jenny realized that he needed to be adopted fast and not by just anyone. There was just something about Harry that set him apart from all the other boys and girls that had been through the orphanage. The owners noticed that too and the looks that they had been sending in the child's direction seemed to promise cruelty, making her even more desperate. So she set about contacting an old friend of hers who might be willing or knew of anyone who would be willing to adopt a child.
The answering machine picked up, "Hey, It's Jenny. I have a little boy who needs a good home and a loving family. He seems like he would fit in quite well with your group. If you or some one you know would like to adopt him please let me know soon. I don't think he will react well here."
Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked into his house and saw that he had a message. "It's Jenny. I have a little boy who needs a good home and a loving family. He seems like he would fit in quite well with your group. If you or some one you know would like to adopt him please let me know soon. I don't think he will react well here." After listening to the message he thought of his nurse friend. He knew she would only call if she had nowhere else to turn to. His mind made up he placed a call to the bass.
"Director, call the team together. I have something I need to discuses with everyone." Gibbs told his boss.
"You just got home Jethro. What happened so soon after getting back?" Director Shepard asked.
"I need to tell you all in person. I will be back in the office in half an hour," Gibbs stated.
"Can't it wait till tomorrow at least?"
"Sorry, but no it can't, Director."
"Ok I will call your team and set up a meeting in 45 min."
"Thanks," Gibbs said as he hung up.
45 min later
Gibbs looks around the bullpen at his team. Tony DiNozzo, his second in command, loutish behavior, and all. Abby Sciuto, his favorite Goth, her pigtails bobbing up and down as she moved. Timothy McGee, his resident computer hacker. Ziva David, his Mossad liaison. Donald Mallard, Ducky, medical examiner and philosopher.
The gray-haired Marne got right to the point, "When I got home earlier there was a message from an old friend of mine. We met when I was stationed in DC. My whole team had to attend a first aid refresher course with some of the other government employees. Jenny was the teacher's assistant. When the building went into lock down due to a bomb scary she was talking to my group. It was kind of nice to talk to someone on the outside without having to worry about security clearance. It was a shame that she left government work after the loss of her husband. She was a great asset the country. It didn't surprise anyone when she went to work in the orphanage she was raised in. I guess our loss is the children's gain. Any way during one of our resent conversations it came up that I lost a daughter, and she said that if she found out that one of her kids would fit in with me then she would call me. She is a nurse in the McGregor Orphanage just outside of Fairfax, Virginia. She said that she had a little boy who would fit in well with me, but the thing is she sounded kind of desperate. Like she feared for this child. Now I would like to go and meet with her so I don't know if I will adopt or not but I would like to request at least a few weeks to check out this kid and maybe have a chance at a family again."
"Consider yourself on leave for the next three weeks." Director Shepard.
"Thank you, Director." Gibbs said.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs drove through a set of imposing wrought iron gates to an estate that only could be described as an old mansion and fairly run down. Some of the children stopped whatever they were doing and stared after the car. Others were trying to run alongside it, waving excitedly at him.
He parked the car on a small parking lot right outside the big house. It didn't take long before a horde of children ran over to him, followed more reservedly by one of their care takers, a young woman in her older twenties. The children stopped a few steps away and let the woman approach the group alone while they whispered to each other and eyed the stranger curiously.
"Hi," the care taker said as she got closer and smiled brightly holding out her hand. "I am Sarah, Nurse Jenny's Assistant. You must be Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"
"Yes, I am," Gibbs said and took the offered hand in his.
"Well, Jenny asked me to show you to her office as soon as you got here, so if you please follow me, I'll take you to her." He followed her into the building to a room full of younger children. "Wait here I will go get Jenny."
Gibbs walked through the room soaking in the scene. Children ran laughing and screaming through the play room. They all looked so happy. Suddenly he stopped. He saw a boy sitting in the corner on his bed. He couldn't be much more than two years old.
He was quietly playing with some blocks. He walked closer and immediately saw what had caught his attention. The boy's eyes were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen. His hair was black and extremely untamed. Gibbs bent down so he was at eye level with the boy.
"Hi, my name is Gibbs, what's yours?"
The little boy looked at him and shrugged.
Gibbs smiled, "What is that you're playing with?"
The little boy held out one of the blocks to him with his little hand.
"For me?" Gibbs smiled as the boy dropped the block in his hand.
He stood back up and the little boy looked up at him.
"Leave?" The little child asked with hurt in his voice.
Gibbs felt his heart breaking for the child in front of him. He shook his head. "No."
The child smiled and held out another block for him. For the first time Gibbs saw the lightening shaped scar gracing the top of the boy's forehead. What had happened to this child?
"Ah, Jethro I see you meet Harry," said a soft voice behind him.
"Hey, Jenny, good to see you. His name is Harry? Is he the one you wanted me to meet?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes to both. Hey Harry would you like to come with me and your new friend to talk in my office?" Jenny asked the boy softly. Harry smiled at her and nodded. She took his hand and led them into her office. "Your books are in the same place sweetie."
"Sank oo" Harry said softly as he walked over to a low book case and sat on the floor to read on of the books.
To put the boy at ease Gibbs asked, "What can you tell me about this orphanage?"
Jenny said, "Well, I've been told that the house and the land surrounding it once belonged to this extremely rich old lady who loved children, and when she died, she wanted her house to be turned into an orphanage. Some of the kids here have already had their fair share of bad experiences."
"Ok, Jen tell me what you know about Harry."
"He came to use in the middle of November last year. Someone left this note with him," Jenny handed him the note.
Gibbs read the note:
This is Harry. He was born on July 31. He is a year old. His parents were killed by a member of organized crime. The employees of the criminal are still after young Harry. He has no other family. He would be in dangers if he stays with me. Please take care of him.
"Was there an investigation when he got here?"
"Yes but they didn't find anything."
"So tell me about Harry,"
"Well he will be 2 in 4 months. He can read and is already potty trained. The older kids pick on him due to his speech and because when he gets upset weird things happen around him. The owners are starting to take an interest in him and that is never good." Jenny told him just as a bell rang, "Harry go eat." They watched Harry put his book back and join the other children in the hall. "Ok, Jethro here is the situation. I don't trust the owners. I am here under orders to investigate them. While doing so I am also trying to get the at risk kids out of here. I haven't told my boss everything about Harry due to the fact I won't trust him to just anyone."
"What is it about this kid that requires such action?"
"Do you remember when I went to visit my cousin in England a few years ago?"
"Yeah, you said that it isn't safe over there with all the magical community at war. That took a lot to except. I mean I never even thought such things were really and to find out one of my best friends was raised in it was weird. Even though you can't due magic, to see such things must have been amazing."
"I don't doubt that," Jenny said with a grin. "On Halloween of last year the leader of the rebels attacked a family and killed the mother and father. The child survived a curse no one has ever survived before, and in doing so he destroyed the rebel leader known as Lord Voldemort. Now the entire society views the child as a hero. They call him the boy who lived. The magical community was told that the child was placed with his aunt at an undisclosed location. Harry is that child. I knew as soon as I saw the scar on his forehead. That is were the killing curse hit him."
"So you want him to have a normal live but also to have protection from the rebels, and the scar is a well known identifier?" Gibbs clarified.
"Yes, that is if you don't mind raising a magical child?" Jenny confirmed.
"Not at all. He will just need training in both his magic and self defiance," Gibbs informed her.
"I can give you contact information so that you can start his magical training when he is ready, and I am sure you can handle the self-defense. Thank you, Jethro, this means a lot to me. Now I will take you to Harry while I get the papers needed." Jenny said with gratitude.
Walking into the lunchroom they walked right over to Harry, and Gibbs sat down as Jenny told Harry that Gibbs would be spending some time with him while she went to deal with a few things.
"So Harry can I ask you a few questions?" Harry just nodded. "Ok, what do you like to eat?"
"Is there any thing you won't eat?"
"You don't feel like talking, do you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Well how about a walk then and you can show me what you like to do here?" Gibbs asked.
"K" Harry replied quietly as he stood up.
"Aw ickle Harry has a playmate," one of the older children sneered. "Is he your special friend Harry?"
The boy seemed to shrink in on himself as big tears began to roll down his cheeks. He then ran out of the room. Gibbs glared at the teen before quickly following Harry. He found Harry beneath an old tree shaking. Gibbs didn't even think when he grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled him over onto his lap.
He struggled a little at first, but when he felt that Gibbs wasn't going to let go, he just gave in, buried his face against Gibbs's chest and started to cry.
Gibbs did the only thing he could think of that moment and wrapped his arms protectively around the boy, just letting him cry. He felt the little body shake by each sob that forced its way out and how his shirt got wet by Harry's tears. Softly he began to hum as he rocked the boy back and forth, soothingly caressing his soft hair. The melody was from a song his grandmother used to sing for him when he was a little boy. He didn't remember the words, but he would never forget the melody. He had always been calmed by it and hoped that the boy would be too.
After some time, Gibbs felt the boy relax a little and heard his crying subside. He took some deep breaths and lifted his head slightly so that he could dry his cheeks with the back of his hand before snuggling against Gibbs as close as he could get. Gibbs was a little surprised by this, but he felt that the boy needed it and therefore just hugged him close.
"Feeling better now, kid?" he mumbled in Harry's ear. Harry nodded and closed his eyes.
He looked down at Harry and suddenly he felt a great jolt in his heart. He didn't know how he knew it, but somehow, deep inside him, he just knew that Harry was the one. He was meant to become his son. There was no way Gibbs could let him go now. He was going to take him home, no matter what. He didn't care how many forms they had to fill or how many social workers they had to convince. Harry was going to be his.
"Harry, how would you like to go home with me as my son?" Gibbs asked quietly.
"waewee?" Harry asked.
"Really," Gibbs answered with a smile.