I shouldn't be writing more stories when I have so many that I'm working on already, but the muse wants what the muse wants and my muse demanded a Harry Potter/Criminal Minds crossover. (She's a very mean muse if I don't give her what she wants.) This story is one of my personal favorites of all of my ideas, mainly because there aren't very many Harry Potter/Criminal Minds stories and I adore both.

Should anyone want to (read: please do) bug me to update all of my stories, I have created a Facebook for my stories. Search Eskimita Fanfics on Facebook and I will be posting status updates on each story and talking about the story ideas that I have and should not indulge. Hopefully, the Facebook will allow me to develop a schedule for when my stories will be updated.

Happy reading, my friends.

Harry Potter had thought that his life would settle down after he defeated Voldemort, that he would finally be able to be normal, to have the family he had always wanted and to work like any other man. Of course, nothing ever went the way that Harry thought it would. Fate had long since decided that he was her favorite bitch. Being an adult hardly changed that. If anything, it made his life more difficult than it had been when he was a teenager expected to save the world. Now, he was an adult expected to live up to the name he'd made for himself as a teenager. Fate certainly made sure that he would find a way to do just that.

It had started shortly after his divorce from Ginny.

Everyone had expected Harry Potter to marry Ginny Weasley, the woman who bore an eerie resemblance to his mother. And he had. Together, the two had adopted Teddy Lupin when Andromeda had asked them to, raising the boy like he was their own. When James Sirius was born in 2004, Harry had thought that he could never be happier. He had been proven wrong when Albus Severus was born in 2006. Harry had everything he could ever want, three beautiful sons and a wife whom he loved more than anything in the world.

That was when things went south. When Al was fourteen months old, Harry came home from work early one day, only to discover Ginny and Cormac McLaggen in flagrante in his bedroom. Harry, never one to control his temper when a situation was out of his control, lost it. Quite a bit of screaming and accusations were thrown in Ginny's direction, only to be returned in full force by the fiery redhead. It was a miracle that Harry had managed to keep control of his magic, with his anger he could have easily leveled the house. As it was, he had thrown every last one of Ginny's belongings out the front door, screaming that he never wanted to see her on his property or near his family again. After the scandal and subsequent divorce had been published, Harry was amazed that there was anyone who still liked either one of them. When all was said and done, Harry found himself a newly divorced man with sole custody of his three children.

Because he was Harry Potter, the press had thrown a field day over his divorce. Every witch and wizard he passed on the street had an opinion of what he'd done wrong, what he should have done to hold on to the woman of his dreams. Worse were the people who felt that they had a right to give him advice on how to raise his boys, or the witches daring enough to propose he marry them so that he and the boys wouldn't lack a 'woman's touch' in their lives. Harry couldn't even go to the Ministry for work in the mornings without being hounded by someone who just had to talk to him about everything that had happened. It was a repeat of the days after he defeated Voldemort, this time with the uncomfortable addition of reporters harassing him while he dropped the boys off at daycare in the mornings.

Frustrated with the constant attention he had always despised and the continual presence of the press in his children's lives, Harry jumped at the chance to leave England when Kingsley offered it, not even stopping to think about the changes that it would bring to his life and the lives of his boys. All he could focus on was getting away from the press and the droves of witches and wizards who refused to give him the privacy he so desired. He and the boys would adapt to changes, as long as they were safe from the prying eyes of Wizarding Britain, Harry didn't care about what sorts of changes he had to make. He would do anything if it meant his boys were raised in as calm an environment as he could provide.

That was how Harry Potter found himself, three months after throwing Ginny out of his life, moving to another country, buying a house in a completely new town, dropping Teddy off at school in Quantico, Virginia before taking James and Al to the FBI daycare, and reporting to his new superior, one Aaron Hotchner with the BAU.

Team dynamics had always been important in the BAU. Chasing after serial killers was a challenge without the added struggle of being able to trust each and every teammate. After Gideon had left, trust was something each team member was struggling with. Hotch had toyed with the idea of requesting another senior agent be transferred to his team, someone with the years of experience under his belt that would make him a strong leader. He'd even written a letter to David Rossi, requesting the man end his retirement and return to the team. In the end, he had decided not to add another senior agent. His team worked well the way it was right now; they just needed another person who was trained in the field, someone who could learn to work with them for many years to come, not just a few. So he'd put in a request for another young agent, someone who could be with the team for a few years to come. The last thing he'd been expecting when he'd filed the request was to be given a new agent, a transfer from England who'd never worked for the FBI before.

He'd seen the file detailing the career of one Harry Potter, an agent MI-6 had apparently recruited right out of secondary school because he was a personal target for the terrorist group that had been tearing Britain apart ten years ago. Since the downfall of that terrorist group, Agent Potter had reportedly continued to work with the agency while studying, ultimately obtaining his Masters Degree in Criminal Psychology and a Bachelors in Criminology. In the nine years of peace after Potter had played a crucial role in bringing down the leader of the terrorist group- one Tom Riddle- the agent had managed to put at least a dozen serial killers behind bars without the support of a team like the BAU. Overall, Hotch was impressed with the man, based on his file alone. They could use someone who had previous experience with serial killers. Every single one of his agents had come to him fresh, no profiling experience under their belts. Now, of course, they were experts in profiling, but it had taken a great deal of patience and tears, sometimes, to get them to where they were today. Having someone else who already had some experience with profiling could only help the younger agent click with the team.

Closing the file in front of him, Hotch glanced up as JJ opened his door, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Agent Potter is here, Hotch, and we have a case."

Hotch stood up and gathered his briefcase, taking the file that JJ held out to him with a quiet 'thank you'. He flipped through the case file as they walked, taking in what he would need to know so that he could brief his team. The team, seeing Hotch and JJ heading towards the meeting room, dubbed the Round Table by Garcia, rose from their desks and grabbed their coffees, following their Unit Chief. Quietly and efficiently, with familiarity that came from years of working together, the team sat down around the table, leaving an empty seat next to Hotch where Gideon had once sat, a seat that would be filled today by their newest member.

Garcia, as usual, was the last member of the team to enter the room, carrying an armful of various multi-colored folders and a bright green feather pen. Following sedately behind her came a short man, so short that he was completely hidden behind Garcia. When the blonde moved to the side and amicably wrapped her arm around the man's shoulders, each member of the team took a moment to take in his appearance, silently profiling this new element to their team.

"Look who I bumped into on my way to yet another meeting of my Knights of the Round Table!" Garcia grinned and pulled the slightly flummoxed man next to her closer, ignoring the way his shoulder jabbed into her side. "This bite sized piece of British delight, my lovelies, is our new agent Harry Potter. Agent Potter, this is everyone."

Agent Potter seemed to have recovered his footing, pulling away from Garcia as he gave the room as a whole a polite smile. When he spoke, his crisp accent cut across the room, drawing the other members of the team away from their musings. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Garcia told me that the team has been called in on a case." Potter turned to meet Hotch's eyes, easily determining which of the people at the table held the authority in the room. "I've finished all of my paperwork and qualifications. Am I cleared to go out in the field for this case? If so, I need to let my sister know so that she knows to pick up my boys when she gets off of work this afternoon."

Reid, who had been silently watching the new team member and gathering information about him, noted the pronouncement with some surprise. The newest member of their team hardly looked like he could be older than Reid himself. At twenty-seven, the very last thing Reid was thinking about was the possibility of having children. He reassessed the other man, looking for anything he might have missed that indicated that the man had children. Agent Potter was at least three inches shorter than Garcia when the technical analyst was wearing her heels. He wore a neatly ironed forest green button down, loosely tucked into his dress pants. Although he had forgone a tie, like Morgan usually did, he was wearing a formal suit jacket, tailored to fit his smaller frame. His black hair was combed in what seemed to have once been a neat manner, but now it looked like Potter had ran his fingers through it to calm his nerves. Even as he watched, Reid noted the tell tale twitch of his fingers that told him Potter was barely resisting the urge to tug at the unruly strands again. Overall, the man had no outward indicators of being a father. Much like Hotch, he presented himself as a very well put together man, steadfast in his gaze and soft-spoken. Even without working with him yet, Reid could see where he might fit in with the team.

"Yes, you've been cleared for field work. I would suggest that you call your sister on the way to the airport. I assume you have a go-bag already packed?" When Hotch received a nod of confirmation he gestured to the chair next to him. "Sit down. I was just about to brief the team on the case." Hotch waited until Potter had settled into the chair before looking around the table. "We've got a case in Dallas."

"Potter," Morgan grabbed the other man's attention, cocking his head to the side and waiting for Potter to join him where he was leaning against the wall. When the other man was standing next to him, head tilted back to meet his gaze, Morgan grinned. "I just wanted to see if you needed a ride to the airport. Traffic in Quantico takes some getting used to."

Potter gave him a grateful smile and nodded. "That would be great. I'm just going to run downstairs and let the daycare know that my sister will be picking the boys up. Should I meet you in the garage?"

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you down there in a minute." Morgan watched Potter go before walking down to his desk, grabbing his bag and looking over at his best friend. "What do you think, Pretty Boy?"

Reid pushed his bangs out of his face and shrugged. "I'll let you know after I see him work a case. So far though… he reminds me a bit of Hotch. Responsible, quiet, calm, he seems like he'd be a good leader." Reid grabbed his go-bag and tugged at the strap. "I'll be able to collect more data after this case. I'll let you know then."

"Sounds good. Come on, I'll give you a lift too." Morgan wrapped his arm around Reid's shoulder, tugging the other agent to the elevator. "We can see what we learn about the new guy on the drive over. The more we know before we go into this case, the better."

"Luna?" Harry climbed into Morgan's truck, buckling his seatbelt one handed as he pressed the phone to his ear. "Yeah, we got a case. I have to fly to Texas with the team. Can you get the boys? Yeah, tell Teddy I'll call him tonight so we can read the next chapter in his book. No, the kids will not eat schawarma." Harry ignored Morgan's snort and Reid's questioning hum. "There's lobster bisque in the freezer if you really want them to eat something new. Yes, I made it. I got the lobster from that market you like down the street. Yes, it was still alive." Harry rolled his eyes and bit back a laugh. "No, there were no sea fairies harmed. Listen; just serve the soup with some of the barley bread that's in the crisper. Yes, I made the bread. I know you won't eat bread if I buy it from a bakery. Yes, I will let you know how the case goes. I love you too, Lunes."

Harry hung up the phone and leaned back in the seat, eyes falling closed. "Sorry about that. My sister is unique."

"Did you know that the Arabic naming shawarma or shawurma comes from the Turkish word çevirme which means 'turning'?" Reid blushed slightly even as the fact left his mouth.

Opening one eye, Harry quirked his lips in a small smile, shaking his head. "I didn't know that, actually. I'm surprised Luna hasn't told me. She loves learning about exotic things like that."

"Luna is your sister, right?"

"Mm," Harry sat up and nodded. "Yeah, she moved with me to help out with the boys. Three boys are a bit hard to take care of on my own. She's great with them. She's a half-day kindergarten teacher, so I guess she's learned all the tricks to handle picky kids."

"Sounds like you love her a lot." Morgan couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, hearing the affection in Harry's voice made him think of his own sisters and how close the three of them were.

"Luna has been through some of the worst of times with me. She stood by me when no one else would. She may not be my blood sister, but she's more my family than any of my living blood relatives are. She's the only person I know I can trust completely."

Morgan glanced in the rear-view mirror, taking in the fond yet haunted look on Harry's face. He filed that look away to be analysed at a later date. Instead, he honed in on the things Harry had said rather than what his tone betrayed. "So she's not your blood relative?"

"No." Harry shook his head, his hair flopping all over the place. "My parents died when I was fifteen months old. I was raised alongside my cousin. My aunt and uncle never were very loving people. They spoiled Dudley and did their best to ignore my existence. It's amazing either one of us grew up to be even sort of normal with the extremes they used. They were more concerned with looking good to their neighbours than raising either of us." He grimaced at the memories. "Dudley is studying to become a barrister now, so something must have clicked with him at some point, but his parents are still as stubborn and stuck up as they were when we were growing up."

Morgan and Reid were silent the rest of the short car ride, not sure what to say to that. Harry closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat again, taking a few breaths to center himself. He had no doubt that working cases with the BAU was going to be a far cry from working his cases as an Auror. He would need to be as centered and calm as possible to make it through this case.

When they pulled into the airport, all of them turned their thoughts away from their own lives; instead, focusing on the case they were about to work. The three men boarded the plane and grabbed their seats, ready to solve this case so they could get back home.

"Agent Potter, how much experience do you have with interviewing victims' families?" Hotch glanced up from the case file, meeting Harry's green eyes head on.

"Um, some, sir. Less than I would like, but enough to know what not to say."

Hotch gave him a small smile, nodding. "I want you with JJ. Until you get your FBI weapons qualifications done, you'll have to stay with one of us at all times. You and JJ are going to interview the families, see what you can get. Anything they noticed can help."

"Right sir." Harry dug a composition book and pencil out of his bag, opening the book to write down a few quick notes about the case, questions that he wanted to ask the families. Reid took note of the awkward way he held the pencil, brow furrowing as he watched Harry write. It looked to him like Harry wasn't quite used to using pencils.

Once all of the team assignments were handed out, agents focused on his or her own thoughts, preparing themselves for another case, more grueling murders. As the plane landed, the BAU team set themselves into their work mindsets, ready to solve this case and hopefully give some closure to the families of the victims, hopefully without more victims being claimed by the unsub.