Hello and welcome to another little idea that popped into my head. Now this story is loosely based on the story already on the site "Leaving for a Family" by Princess101855 (Story ID: 7950948). That being said there will be some things that are very similar in nature, however I will try to put my own spin on it so that it is not plagiarism (let's be honest, the only way I could truly rip it off was if I were to go into the source code of the site, and I'm not going to do that). Now stated below this are some triggers so you know exactly what's going to be in here.

Alive!Kelly Gibbs – She survived the attack in which her mother died.
Manipulative/Evil!Dumbledore – I haven't really decided which.
Separate magical worldwide governments.
Language – I have quite the mouth when I get worked up, as Harry will get at times.
Bashing of: Albus Dumbledore, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Fudge (not the delicious dessert), Hermione Granger, Order of the Phoenix.
The occasional invocation of the Magical McGuffin.
ABSOLUTELY NO SLASH (M/M) PAIRINGS.

I have also taken some space below to describe specific characters and what their relationship with Harry will be:
Abby Sciuto – Big sister, role model, technology tutor.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs – Guardian, father figure.
Ducky – Psychologist, a friendly British voice.
Kelly Gibbs – Best friend, possible love interest.
Tony DiNozzo – Older brother figure.
Ziva David – Other big sister, firearms trainer, martial arts trainer.
Tim McGee – That geeky but lovable brother.

Now I've been running the math. If I use dates as published on the HP and NCIS wiki sites then by the time the first season of NCIS airs (2003) Harry would have to be 23 and Kelly would have to be 19. Obviously for the sake of this story though I am going to have to take various creative freedoms, primarily dates of birth for Harry and Kelly as they are the two primary characters affected by this change. That being said this will take place in 2005 during NCIS season three.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. NCIS belongs to Donald Bellisario, Don McGill, and CBS. Harry Potter belongs to the mistress of magic herself JK Rowling, Scholastic books, and the Warner Brothers. All other products mentioned belong to their rightful owners. This story is a work of fiction, any similarities of names used are coincidental. This is a not for profit fanfic and I have not been paid in any way for this fic while writing it at any time.

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"Speaking."

'Thinking.'

'Thought projection to/from another.'

[Specific event start/stop marker]

{Suggested musical accompaniment}

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Every day we are given a choice in the things we do. We choose what to do with our lives, what to eat, what to drink, when to sleep, who we fall in love with, if you'll have a one night stand with that girl you met in the bar. Every choice we make has a resonating effect on those around us. If you drive drunk and kill someone your life is ruined, but you devastated a family. Do you report a crime in progress? Do you report a suspicious person regardless of their skin color or nationality? Do you abort that baby who could be the next Einstein, or the next mass murderer? Reality as we know it is built on a cause-effect relationship, our world only exists because of the choices made by our predecessors. Some like to call this the Butterfly Effect or Chaos Theory, though that usually pops up in science fiction stories.

What happens though to the other choices given? Surely they don't just disappear entirely? This is where the theory of alternate realities comes into play with the simple "what if" question. What if humans weren't the dominant species? What if the American colonies didn't need to revolt to gain their independence? What if Russia and China didn't adopt Communism? What if the Axis powers won the Second World War?

But what if you wanted to change something in the past for the better? TV shows and video games like Doctor Who and Bioshock: Infinite tell us that time is an extremely complex construct featuring fixed and flexible points in time, constants and variables. Or as Elizabeth Comstock/DeWitt says, "Always a man, always a lighthouse, always a city." These statements remains true for one young man named Harry Potter. He still faced the Voldemort possessed Quirrell his first year, he faced the spirit of Thomas Riddle and a Basilisk during his second, he freed his wrongfully accused godfather, and he was falsely entered into the Triwizard tournament. He also has the same "best friends."

What if he had met an American Marine and his family years before he started going to Hogwarts? What if Harry and this man's daughter became best friends? What if the two wrote letters to each other monthly? What if the girl didn't die during the crash that claimed her mother's life? What if an old Goat was manipulating Harry for his own purposes? What if Harry discovered these plans made by said Goat and had enough to just leave? This is the story of the Harry Potter who answers these questions.

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Harry sat on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower's balcony holding a SOG Trident Tanto (1) folding knife combat knife given to him by the father of his very first friend. Etched into its blade later by Harry was the man's service number. He knew that Petunia would throw away the original scrap of paper that it was written on. Harry put away the knife before pulling out an envelope that he had received from his pen pal and first friend over in the States just after classes started for Hogwarts. He opened it and read it again.

Dear Harry,
It's good to hear from you again. I hope you had a decent summer vacation, considering your 'relatives' and how they treat you. My dad still beats himself up that he couldn't help you while he was doing that marksman seminar for the British Army. Dad says 'hi', or well he said the next time I wrote you to say that; apparently he's deep in some case on this Israeli guy gone rogue or something.
As for me I just started freshman year of high school near home. Dad doesn't like me going too far yet, which I understand considering mom... Dad got divorced again recently. It's sad that he can't keep a wife for more than a few years. Hopefully he'll find someone sooner rather than later.
I hope school is going well for you and that chemistry teacher Snape (2) isn't being too much of an ass towards you. You mentioned in one of your letters that your godfather was innocent of killing those twelve people fourteen years ago, is there not a record of the trial? Dad says that he can't find anything other than a Wanted posting by the British government for Sirius Black, he finds it extremely odd. Hopefully I'll hear back from you soon.
Miss you much,
Kelly Gibbs

Harry folded up the letter as he remembered the last time he actually saw Kelly. Yes they sent photos to each other and it looks like she was growing into a beautiful young woman; while he only sent photos of him in baggy clothing, hiding anything that would get him into trouble with his relatives. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

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[Flashback]

Seven years ago, Little Whining, England

Harry stood at the front door of the house that the Gibbs family had been renting from the elderly couple next door that had gone down to Hawaii for the Summer. Leroy, call me 'Gibbs', Gibbs had been helping out the Special Air Service and Army's Designated Marksman Programme while his wife and daughter toured the city. Kelly though liked to play with her new British Best Friend Harry.

For Harry this three months was the only time he actually had a childhood. Vernon didn't force him to do any manual labor nor did Petunia force him to do any of the cooking. For three months Harry was free to do whatever he wanted. They had arrived mid-May and had discovered Harry mowing the lawn on a particularly hot and humid day while Dudley was running around bullying the neighborhood kids and the elder Dursleys were inside in the air conditioned house. Jethro had called the local authorities and the Dursleys were arrested for child endangerment, however they were back home and Harry was back outside doing menial labor again (3). Three more arrests and releases later and an angry Gibbs snapped at the 'Giraffe' and 'Walrus' enough to make them fear him, but then again he was using his 'Gunny' voice. He warned Vernon that he could eliminate him from over a mile away and he wouldn't even know until the bullet would hit his fat heart. He then told Harry if he wanted to hang out or even crash for the night that he could at any time. Harry took the Marine up on his offer. After waking up and getting ready for the day he would head over and play with Kelly and tour the city with them and head back to the hellhole at night.

But now they were leaving for the States and Harry was going to see his friend off. A town car courtesy of the British government had arrived and the driver was placing the last of the family's bags into the trunk of the car. Shannon was the first to hug him.

"Harry, you're an amazing boy, don't let anyone tell you different," Shannon stated.

Next Kelly came and glomped onto him as if there were no tomorrow. "I want you to write every chance you get," Kelly said.

"I will," Harry replied before they separated many tear filled minutes later.

Finally Jethro, dressed in a dress suit and tie, steps forward to Harry handing him a knife, card tin, and a scrap of paper. "You're a good kid. My wife told me when we first met that every man needs a code to live their lives by, inside the card tin there is my current list of what I have come up with since they day I met her. Open it up, read rule number nine."

Harry opened the card tin and went down the list until he reached number nine. "Rule number nine: Never go anywhere without a knife."

When Harry looked back up he saw Gibbs holding out a folded SOG Trident Tanto folding knife. "Never leave home without it. Don't use it on another person unless it's for self-defense."

Harry took the knife, placing it in his pocket. "What about this?" Harry said looking at the scrap of paper.

"That's my service number, if you need anything, use it to find me."

"I will."

[End flashback]

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Harry was glad that he didn't shrink down the black hand-me-down hooded sweatshirt with the rest of his possessions he actually cared to keep. Everything else was sitting in his dorm room. He was grateful that Padma Patil had shown him that charm during one of Flitwick's classes in third year. It had been a life saver for Dudley's old clothes as Harry shrunk them down to his size. It took a lot of practice on inanimate objects to get the fine control down to getting the old hand me downs to fit him perfectly. He still had to get them cleaned and repaired, nothing that cleaning and repair charms couldn't do and he had a wardrobe. A wardrobe worn by his disgusting whale of a cousin, but free none the less.

As he sat on the ledge he thought about the revelations in his life that brought him to the edge.

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[Flashback]

Twelve hours ago. November 12, 2005.

Harry wandered through the castle right before curfew. He had enough of the stares and harassment from the student body. What made it worse were those buttons created by someone that was unspecified. Only a few people didn't harass him about the Goblet nor about him seeking glory or anything. He was on his way towards the Headmaster's office to make a formal request to have him intervene on the buttons, though he figured he wouldn't be able to stop people from verbally harassing him. He walked past a usually empty classroom which had voices coming from them.

"That was a wicked good job on those buttons, 'Mione," a familiar red-head said from inside, his voice muffled.

A muffled reply from a girl came back, "Of course it was. I am the smartest witch of our class, perhaps the entire school."

Harry pulled out his wand and transfigured a pair of pebbles into a roll of tape and a small mirror. He pulled out his folding knife, hitting the release stud the blade snapped into its open position. He taped the mirror to the knife and laid down near the gap between the door and floor and slid his improvised extendable mirror through. He prayed that his suspicions were wrong as he positioned the mirror getting a view of the speakers. His heart both metaphorically stopped and broke as the speakers came into view.

"Why are we doing this again?" Ron asked.

"You heard Headmaster Dumbledore. He wants Harry alienated so that he does just terribly enough in the upcoming challenges to be weakened for the Dark Lord to kill him, which will allow the Headmaster to kill the Dark Lord himself," Hermione replied in her know-it-all tone.

"Oh yeah. And then we get a cut of the Potter vaults along with my mother for Ginny once we turn seventeen," Ron replied with sudden clarity.

Harry put away his knife and slumped against the wall in disbelief, still close enough to hear any more talking. "So what did the Headmaster promise you to spy on Harry?" Hermione asked. "He promised me unlimited access to the Restricted Section as well as tomes from the Dumbledore, Black, and Potter estates when their lines ended."

"He promised me candy, money, and passing grades," Ron replied.

'So that's how Ron has been passing all his classes though he's been half-assing them,' Harry thought. 'And why he was intentionally distracting me from doing my own. Rule thirty-six: If you feel like you're being played, you are.'

"The Headmaster has plans for him, plans that have been in the making for years," Hermione stated.

Harry conjured two bottles of super-glue and compressed air. He read inside of some spy manual that a retired agent under a pseudonym published, 'Super glue is cheap, quiet, and powerful. If you lay it on thick and force dry it with compressed air you can cut the bonding time down to less than a minute.' 'This will be a prank that dad and Sirius could get behind,' Harry thought to himself with a wry grin as he put the super glue all along the door frame. Vanishing the empty glue containers he then used the compressed air on the wet glue, drying it. (4)

"Do you hear a hissing sound?" Ron asked. Harry stopped, almost done drying the outside of the frame.

"No, you're just hearing things," Hermione replied. Harry resumed, finishing the frame all together. He sat around for another minute after Vanishing the canisters to ensure bonding. He left with an agenda already building in his mind.

[End flashback]

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Harry chuckled as he wondered if anyone had found the two traitors yet. He hoped that they stewed for a while before someone found them. 'Ah sweet karma,' he thought to himself. He saw Hedwig flying around in her liberated form. The Headmaster, now dubbed Meddling Goat, had hidden her true form under a bunch of appearance based spells to hide a Snow Phoenix under the guise of a Snowy Owl. She had been trying for years to get Harry's attention to form a Familiar Bond which would dissolve the spells hiding Hedwig's true appearance and spells tied to her. Seeing her now he could understand why she preened more than the actual owls, phoenixes are naturally, and righteously, vain.

Putting the past aside he started thinking about his grand plan as he ran the checklist through his mind. 'Letter: check. Getaway: check. Surprise: check. After that: I have no clue,' he thought. He ran his thumb over Gibbs' service number again. 'Gibbs!'

"Mr. Potter!" came a Scottish woman's voice. Harry quickly closed the knife and pocketed it. "What are you doing here at this time of night? Why aren't you in your dorm room?"

Harry turned around to see an irate Professor McGonagall as well as Snape. "Oh, just needed a place to think," He replied. "Sort of hard to find a place to not be harassed about something I didn't do these days."

"Potter, you will stop this pompous attitude right this instant," Snape commanded.

"Fuck off, Snivellus," Harry replied defiantly with the bowman's salute.

"That's it, one hundred points from Gryffindor!"

"Oh shove it up your arse."

He grabbed Harry's arm tightly. 'Hedwig, get ready,' he thought to her over their bond, reaching inside his hoodie pocket grabbing his knife.

"A wise man once said, and is most likely still saying, 'If someone thinks they have the upper hand, break it'." Harry pressed the stud on the spring loaded blade and stabbed Snape in the arm between the radius and ulna. "Or stab it in this case." He quickly stood up on the edge with knife in hand, facing the professors, Snape trying to keep pressure on the nonfatal wound. "Well I'd love to stay and chat, but I won't be another cog in that old Goat's senile plans," he said before simply falling backwards, enjoying the looks of shock on the professors' faces.

'Time to put on a show Hedwig.' The snow phoenix swooped down, flying faster than Harry, catching up to him. She grabbed onto his shoulder with her talons and 'flamed' away inches before hitting the ground in a white sub-zero flame, coating the ground in frost. While the professors looked on in horror, Harry reappeared in a more subtle flame in downtown London.

"Way to cut it close," he muttered.

'You said to put on a show, I did,' she replied.

"And you did, my dear Hedwig. That was fun, I should try skydiving sometime," Harry replied, adrenaline still coursing through his system.

'Yes, because throwing one's self out of a mundane airplane at tens of thousands of feet and falling at close to double the speed of your Firebolt, relying on a parachute made of nylon to open packed by a person you don't know is SUCH a good idea,' she dryly replied.

"When you put it that way… What should we do next?"

'Gringotts, get access to your money, get a really nice hotel suite in mundane London, and plan how to get across the Atlantic but not necessarily in that order. Especially if this Gibbs fellow will help you.'

"Would you be so kind as to-?" Harry started to ask before they disappeared in a small bout of white fire.

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Gringotts. 00:30 GMT.

"-take me to Gringotts," Harry finished. "It's like you're a-."

'Mind reader? A Familiar Bond tends to do that. Also heads up, goblins incoming.'

"Wand-waver, what are you doing here after hours?" the goblin guard exclaimed, spear pointed towards Harry.

"My name is Harry Potter and I would like to make a withdrawal from my vault and it couldn't wait until morning," Harry replied.

"And why couldn't it wait until morning?"

"Do you want the short version or the long one?" The goblin gave him a look which said, 'What do you think?' "Short it is. I found out that a certain Headmaster has nefarious plans for me using people I called friends to spy on me and now I'm leaving the British Isles. The longer I sit around, the sooner they find me."

"Very well. We shall alert Manager Ragnuk (5) to your request."

Harry was lead down into the bank until they reached a very ornate door decorated with engravings of the great goblin battles that he would have named if Binns didn't put him and everyone else that was ever in that class to sleep. Harry entered the room at the voice inside saying, "Come." Inside he saw a smartly dressed goblin behind a mahogany desk. "Please sit, Mr. Potter. I hear you wish to leave the country, however before we do so we need to confirm your identity."

Harry sat down in the chair provided. "What would you need me to do?"

The goblin slid a black knife that was jagged along the blade's edge towards him. "Prick your finger and let three drops of blood fall on the parchment, and do please hurry as we would like to be getting some rest this time of night."

Harry did so and once the third drop hit the parchment words began to spread until several lines appeared on it in the same shade of red as his blood. The goblin took a look at the parchment. "Well your identity is confirmed, Mr. Potter. What business do you wish to conduct with Gringotts this very late at night?"

"I want to empty out all of vaults or have them transferred to a local branch wherever I decide to go."

"You will not tell us where to send it now?"

"The less people knowing where I'm actually going, the better. Hedwig here-," he said pointing to his phoenix. "-tells me that Headmaster Dumbledore as well as Professor Snape are both master Occlumens and Legilimens."

"You honestly don't think that they would be so stupid as to attempt assaulting us with the mental arts?"

"I do, apparently I'm part of some sort of prophecy and some sort of grand plan that involves me dying. I don't plan on dying any time soon. Dumbledore has set himself as Leader of the Light, people blindly follow him like sheep."

"Very well, your vaults will be kept on stand-by status awaiting transfer confirmation. Do you have your vault key?"

"I do not. It is currently in the possession of either the Headmaster or one Molly Weasley."

"Why would you allow another to hold on to your vault key?" the goblin sounded annoyed.

"I'm a child who was raised in the mundane world who was only introduced to it three years ago. I assumed it was proper for a guardian to hold on to your vault key to keep a minor from spending money foolishly," Harry tried as an excuse.

"That normally would be the case for those whose parents were alive, no offense, but in your case you should have had your vault key from the very moment you learned of the Wizarding World, consciously or not. The fact that the Headmaster or Mrs. Molly Weasley holds your key means they have disregarded Goblin Law as well as Ministry Regulations. The fact that you are the last of your line allows you full access to your accounts, which makes them having access to your accounts all the more worrying. We will have the current key destroyed at once and a new one issued."

"Do you have a means of me spending my money in mundane world other than exchanging it for physical cash?" Harry asked as he 'donated' another drop of blood in a key mold with a galleon sitting in it.

The goblin cast a spell in which the enchanted gold melted and mixed with Harry's blood before finally forming a key. "We do offer an electronic option that we partner with using mundane banks as a proxy for transactions. The New-bloods call them Debit Cards."

"I would like one."

"Done. It will be made available for you before you leave tonight. Do you have any other business with us tonight?"

"Do you do passports? If I'm going to leave the country, probably permanently, I'd like it so that the place I arrive at doesn't throw me back for entering illegally."

"It will be done."

An hour later Harry was flashing out of Gringotts with a wand from the Potter family vault, a newly activated debit card, and a passport. He arrived at the Bulgari Hotel, figuring he deserved a nice soft bed in a nice expensive suite. But knowing that Dumbles would most likely be looking for him soon, he'd use a false name. He went inside and used his real name to rent out a room that only a rich teenager would be able to afford, then used an Obliviate on her using a wand from the Potter family vault and got a better room under the name Leroy Gibbs. But before he went to bed, he had to write a letter.

"Hedwig, I need you to take this to Kelly. Can you be back here by the time I wake up?"

'I can be back in a few hours,' she replied.

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Gibbs Residence, Virginia. 9pm EST.

One Kelly Gibbs was sitting at the kitchen table eating a snack while working on her English homework. If there was one thing that Kelly knew, it was that Poe was one disturbed man. She was interrupted by a flash of light which revealed a majestic pure white bird that was around the size of a swan. In its beak was a letter with her name on it. Being in shock the swan sized bird deposited it on her opened book. Finally snapping out of her stupor she opened the letter to see it was in her friend Harry's handwriting.

Kelly,
Tell your dad: "Rule 40 is in effect. Will call when safe, need to make sure I'm not being followed. In London, trying to make my way towards you guys." Send your dad's cell number with the vain white bird.
-Harry

Kelly quickly dug out her phone from her sleep pants pocket and dialed her dad. "Dad?"

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NCIS, Major Crimes Response Team office. 9:15pm.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was sitting at his desk, looking over the files for his current case. McGee killed a man in an alleyway where they couldn't find the other man's weapon nor the slug fired. That's what he was doing until his daughter called him sounding worried. "Kelly? What's wrong?"

"Dad, Harry just sent me a letter. He said to tell you that 'Rule 40 is in effect' for him," Kelly replied.

He paused as he knew what the rules forty and up meant. "Are you sure that's what he wrote?"

"Boss?" Tony asked but Gibbs waved him off.

"He said he would call once he was sure he wasn't being followed. He asked for your cell number. I've already replied with your cell number," Kelly replied.

"How did he get a letter there so fast, was it overnighted?" Gibbs asked.

"Some sort of big white bird the size of a swan that disappeared in a flash of white light after giving it a scrap of paper with your cell number on it."

"And you're sure about that last part?"

"Yes."

"Sweetheart, I'll take care of it. Just call me if he calls the house."

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The Bulgari Hotel, 7am GMT. November 13, 2005.

Harry woke up feeling more refreshed than he had ever been in years. He started thinking about his agenda for the day. It would take some time to get a flight arranged and he needed a new wardrobe in case his person was being tracked via clothing. Now if he was going to be blending in he needed clothing that didn't stand out completely but still looked better than the rags he had been forced to wear. The first thing he did was head to the local shopping mall and got a whole new wardrobe with new shoes which took him at least two hours and another hour at an optometrist getting new glasses with the correct prescription for his eyes. The next thing he did was head into the room with his real name and changed everything down to his boxers. He knew that the Goat would have some way of tracking him and he wouldn't put it past him to place tracking charms on all his clothing and possessions.

He changed into his new wardrobe and cast the finite incantum spell on his possessions in the trunk and found that his books all had tracers on them as well his old glasses frame. Even his father's cloak had several charms on them as well, which he promptly removed. He left the rest as everything he owned as they all had tracers on them in the room. Knowing that this couldn't be all he cast a detection spell on himself to find that his hair glowing as well his pubic hair as well.

"That perverted old goat fucker," Harry said before shaving himself using a hair removal hex that the Twins had said was for pranking purposes. "Well the hair will grow back," he commented. "And I get to wear my new beanie. See Hedwig, there's always an upside to these things," he said as Hedwig reappeared in a flash. In her beak was a scrap of paper in her beak which had a ten digit phone number. "So I assume Kelly is doing well?"

'She was, until you told her you were in trouble in your letter. Her father is waiting for your call,' Hedwig replied.

"Alright then. Hedwig, I need you to transport me somewhere with payphones, and where the public can see me. If I missed some sort of tracker and the Goat tries something it'll be hard to do so without getting a bunch of attention from the public."

One flash of light later Harry was next to a row of pay phones and dialed the number provided, with a one in front of it all because it'd be an international call. "Gibbs," came the reply from the other side.

"Did you get my letter?" he asked.

"Harry?"

"The one and only."

"Who's out to get you?"

"An old goat named Albus Dumbledore. Apparently there's only one way to defeat the monster that killed my parents, and it involves me being killed. He also wants to redistribute my personal wealth among the people who I called friends. So now I want out, but I'm sure they'll try and track me down."

"Do you know how?"

"Do you know about the hidden society of mystics that's supposed to live and hide in plain sight and coexist with us?" Harry asked, hinting at magic users.

"Are you hinting at the ones that have weird things happen to them around them, and that you're one of them?" (6)

"Kelly said you were a good investigator. It seems as though my old Headmaster has placed trackers on me and I have no doubt that they'll try to keep me 'under control' by any means necessary, even if it means breaking the law, both mystic and mundane."

"Kelly said you were planning on heading this way, is that correct?"

"Would you be willing to let me bunk with you, gunny?" Harry noticed an out of place piece of clothing synonymous with wizards. "Shit, they've found me. I'll call you again when I lose them again or get in the air," he said before hanging up.

Harry wandered into the crowd, bobbing and weaving in between everyone that he could before doubling back multiple times. He knew that the people following him, a black male wearing what looked like a Kwanza hat and a younger Caucasian woman with pink hair broke Rule twenty-seven: There are two ways to follow someone. The first way, they never notice you. The second way, they only notice you. Harry ducked into a side alley and watched them run past. Hedwig flew down onto his shoulder and flamed away back to the hotel room to gather his newly acquired clothes.

Hedwig flamed him away to a local private airfield after he checked out of the 'Leroy Gibbs' rented room. Officially Mr. Harry Potter was still at the hotel in his room. He walked up to the receptionist's desk. "Hello miss, I'd like to charter a flight to Dulles International Airport in the States," Harry said.

She looked up from her magazine and said, "Aren't you a little young to be chartering a flight overseas?"

"So my money isn't good here?" he said pulling out his Visa debit card, waving it in front of her face temptingly.

"Of course not sir, our company didn't insinuate that at all," a man in a sharply dressed suit came out from what looked like an office. "How might we serve you today?"

"I would like to charter a Gulfstream to Dulles international."

"Do you have a passport?" he asked. Harry pulled it out and showed it to the manager. "Very good, Mr. Potter, it seems everything is in order. When would you like to leave?"

"Is immediately a choice?" Harry asked.

"Yes, however that will be extra as we will have to alert the Americans about the flight."

"Money is of no concern right now."

"Very well, please come this way," he directed with a wave of his hand.

An hour or so later he was in the air, flying in style. It was then Harry realized that he needed to call Gibbs again since it'd be kind of hard to abduct him at thirty thousand feet, British wizards aren't known for their discretion or brains. He pressed the flight attendant button, a minute later a quite beautiful woman came up to him. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes, would it be possible for me to make a call? It slipped my mind to let the people I'm staying with know when I'll arrive," Harry replied.

"One moment sir, I'll get a satellite phone."

She returned a few minutes later with a semi bulky phone with a very large antenna. He dialed Gibbs' cell number. "Gibbs."

"It's Harry, I got away and I'm currently thirty thousand feet in the air. I'll be arriving at Dulles," Harry said.

"What terminal?"

Harry paused, "I have no clue, I'm in a Gulfstream (7)."

"How did you even afford that?"

"Turns out I come from old money. By the way, I can pay for rent if you want."

Gibbs sighed. "I'll have one of my agents there to pick you up from the private flights strip, they'll bring you here and you can give me an official statement about this Dumbledore who is planning your death."

"See you then, and tell Kelly I'm safe and say 'hi'. It'll be nice to see you guys again."

"Did those relatives of yours take your knife?"

"Rule number nine, it hasn't left my person."

"Good job, see you when you land." The line went dead.

'I wonder how the student body and teachers at Hogwarts are taking my letter and the surprise.' Harry thought to himself.

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Hogwarts, noon.

The students in the hall were murmuring among themselves wondering why they were there exactly. They had heard rumors that Harry had committed suicide while others said they saw him disappear in a flash of light. Even the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were in attendance at the request of the Hogwarts staff though they didn't need to be there at all, but were there out of curiosity.

"Quiet down!" Dumbledore stated loudly. The students in the room quieted down quickly. "You have all heard the rumors and I am here to put them to rest." He held up his hand which had a letter in it. "Here I have an open letter written to all the Hogwarts students and staff. I will now open it." As he broke the seal the letter transformed into what many troublemaking students knew was a Howler.

"Hello to everyone who is either a professor or student at Hogwarts. This is a pre-recorded message from me, Harry Potter. By now I assume that the Goat has gathered you all here to read this letter which had a compulsion charm to do so. To those of you that think that I am dead, well you're wrong because I am alive and well somewhere where you'll never find me. But before I say goodbye to the European Wizarding World once and for all I would like to say a few words to you all. To those of you from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, this doesn't apply to you so don't take offense.

"Why am I sending you all a Howler instead of telling you in person? Well you guys never listen, so why not yell at you instead indirectly? Now as I've said numerous times, I DIDN'T put my name in the Goblet. I do acknowledge that Mr. Diggory is in fact that true Hogwarts champion. Whoever put my name in falsely did it with the hope that I would die during this tournament. As for the treatment that I've been receiving from the Hogwarts students, it is deplorable. Except for a select few of you, all of you have acted as though I am seeking eternal glory, as if being the only person to survive the Killing Curse wasn't enough. And on that thought, my parents should be heralded as the true heroes that night for Voldemort's-." There was an intentional pause while every British wizard and witch gasped. "If you're done gasping, his demise, not me. They sacrificed their lives that I might live.

"And on that topic what's with all the hyphenated names? 'The-boy-who-lived,' 'He-who-must-not-be-named,' 'You-know-who'. If you give a man or woman a title you lose focus of who they really are. You want to know who Voldemort really is? I'll give you a moment to finish gasping. The one you call a Dark Lord is nothing more than a half-blood born of a squib prostitute and a muggle man. That's right. The man you Pureblood bigots herald as the second coming of Purebloodism is nothing more than what you hate. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' when rearranged makes 'I am Lord Voldemort,' anyone with any cryptography experience would know how to solve that.

"I have a few more things to say before this Howler ends. Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Bilius Weasley, I hereby declare blood feud between our houses for your betrayal and deception towards me. Hermione that means if I see you, then in the eyes of the law I have the right to legally kill you. And as for you Dumbledore, you have manipulated your last student. Do you know what he wanted to do to me? He wants me dead for his Greater Good. He wants the money left to me by my dead parents that was to be used for my schooling and my upbringing, which was being stolen by the two people who I have declared blood feud upon. So for that I declare blood feud on house Dumbledore as well for theft and conspiracy to commit murder. All I have to say to the Muggleborn students here is leave the country while you still can, there are more opportunities for your outside the country than you will find here in this backwards country. Goodbye to you all. It's been fun. Not. Enjoy the surprise." The Howler then exploded.

On the ground was Harry's Holly and Phoenix feather wand, snapped in two while in the break was burned significantly. Dumbledore knew then and there not only was his plans ruined, but Harry wasn't going to come back, ever.

To be continued…

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And there we go, the first chapter of this plotbunny is now done and over with. Down below I have some specified notes for specific things.

1. I just looked for knives on Cabela's site and I liked this one. It's also has a spring assisted release.

2. Harry is still under the Statute of Secrecy, so "chemistry" is the closest thing to "potions" that he could equate it to.

3. Dumbledore messed with the local police's memories, causing them to release the abusive Dursleys when most decent human beings would lock them up for child neglect bare minimum.

4. This is a direct reference to Burn Notice season 3, episode 4 where they seal a door doing the exact same thing Harry did.

5. That is not a mistake. Most fanfics say "Ragnok" but according to the Harry Potter wiki the name of the goblin king is "Ragnuk." I assume auto-correct is the cause of this common misspelling.

6. I have decided that all Federal agents (FBI, NCIS, etc.) will be read into the Statute as they solve crimes involving the Federal level, so Gibbs and the rest of his team along with the Director all know about magic.

7. The Gulfstream has a range of about 7000 nautical miles and the distance from London to Washington DC is about 3190 nautical miles, well within its range.

Alright now that my specific notes are done. I would like to say thanks for reading. If you wish see more, why not follow? If you really liked this favorite. And leave some reviews for me to read. I like reading them. Note that as this is not my primary story at the moment this won't be updated as often as others until either those are done or I lose inspiration for them temporarily and swap over to this until I get it back.

Until the next chapter, see you then.