A/N Hello, again. Ok Disclaimer I do not own Harry potter or NCIS if I did I would not be on here.

The timeline is this.

Lily was born in 1972

Gibbs was born in 1957

Harry was born in 1993

Harry went to Hogwarts in 2003

Voldemort was destroyed in the winter of 2008

Chapter One: The Beginning.

Harry James Potter was a criminal to the normal world, he was what was called a juvenile delinquent. A lost boy having fallen to the suspicions and expectations of failure. After all an orphan boy never amounted to very much. Within the world of mystical creatures and people of magic though he was a hero. A man who had long ago shed childhood, who had made the world safe for everyone again. A man who stood unbiased in a biased world. A hero so much a part of legend that they forgot he still lived and instead immortalized him in song and book, telling a fairy tale of his life to children.

But in each world the story always started the same though perhaps not under the same circumstances. Harry James Potter became an orphan on Halloween night in a tragic accident and then was left on his last remaining relatives doorstep. That's where all similarities end and that is perhaps the one of the most ironic parts of this tale. That the one point both worlds unknowingly agreed on was completely false.

Harry Potter was not an orphan and though his mother was dead his father wasn't. In fact Harry Potter wasn't even a Potter and had never really been one. In the Summer of 1992 when Lily Evans (Harry's mother) was only twenty years old she met a one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He was 35 then and even then he had been a ladies man. A charmer.

He had spotted Lily walking home down the cities streets with two guys following her. Lily had known they were following her and therefore ended up turning down and alley way hoping to shake them off but only achieving in giving them the perfect opportunity to jump her. His Gut had him following them following her and the bangs and yells of the men that punctured the night told him his gut had once again been right. They had her pinned up against a wall and were feeling her up her tears streaming down her face.

Gibbs was always one to save as many as he could and those he couldn't save he always mourned. His fellow Marines had called him a hero and jokingly told him that he must have been starved for attention as a child because that was all he got from saving lives, attention.

He pulled the gun from his hip holster before calling out his title and name. One of them was smart enough to run off but one of them threw the tire iron he had been holding at him causing Gibbs to fire off two rounds, effectively killing him. He ran to Lily as she stood against the wall shaking but looking for the most part unfazed by the man who had been killed in front of her. When he reached her she merely looked at him gratitude shining from her eyes.

Thank you. she motioned with her hands no sound though escaping her lips. Gibbs wondered why the red headed beauty with emerald eyes didn't speak but realized that if she was deaf then she might never have learned how.

"Are you ok?" He asked feeling foolish. He wasn't sure if the woman could understand what he was saying and knew that if she could he would not be able to understand her response. Sign language was one of the languages he did not know for in the Marines there had never been any use for it.

Lily had merely smiled to him before handing him piece of paper from her purse that was still slung over her shoulder. He took the paper from her gently and read what was on it.

My name is Lily Evans. Due to an accident my vocal cords were injured and therefore I can't talk.

It was a short note and one that he could tell she had to hand out to many people. He smiled at her when he saw the look of hesitation in her eyes as if she were ready to hear the scorn in his voice at her condition.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I work at NCIS as a 2nd level field agent." That was the start of a fast paced friendship that soon turned into something more.

Gibbs had lost his wife and child when he was 27 and had only had small flings with women that though were good people weren't for him. This insured that all the relationships were doomed to fail and so he would not have to become attached to any other woman again. He did not need that pain again the first time had nearly destroyed him.

In the months that followed that night Gibbs learned sign language from Lily who was a patient teacher. He had also learned what had really happened to Lily and why she had traveled to the States from Britain. Her ex boyfriend whose name was James wasn't the nicest of men. And had often been violent with her and after coming home one night to seeing her talking to his best friend he had slit her throat deep enough o sever her vocal cords. He had then saved her but had not repaired her severed cords effectively making sure she could never talk to other men or anyone else ever again. After that Sirius and Remus the two men that had once been James' best friends only stayed around to try and keep Lily as safe as they could. They devised a plan with her to get her out, to get her somewhere safe and they had, to the states.

Gibbs had never thought he would fall in love with someone again after Shannon but within Lily he had found redemption for all the wrongs he had committed and had not been judged. He had grown to love her wild red hair and her sparkling green eyes that spoke of all the things she could no longer say. He loved that she somehow was able to make a whole room go silent when she was angry, how she commanded people's respect.

Gibbs may have learned to have rules, a code for life, from Shannon but he learned how to be a leader people would follow from Lily. He had thought of marrying Lily, of trying to settle down once again. He had even bought the ring but when he had gotten home from buying the ring he found a bloody note that was written in her handwriting.

He found me. I love you so much. I had hoped that we would be able to get married and have children together. But Life rarely give us what we want.

Remember to live and love to teach all those that you can. Love someone else one day, let them see the man that I know you are, that you have let me see.

Yours always,

Lily.

Gibbs hadn't remembered much about the weeks following that day except that all of them blended together into one gray blur. He swore he would never love again not in the way she had asked him to. But he would teach all that he knew to all those that he could.

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May 19th, 2009- Sixteen years later.

Harry Potter sat at his kitchen table inside his flat. Wondering about life and luck. And how luck always seemed to avoid his life. He had known since he was thirteen that his father was not James Potter, Sirius and Remus had told him that in secret. They had also told him that James had been a violent man with a mean temper. He believed them for in every picture he had seen of Lily the ones where she was with James she always looked pained. There would be a smile on her face but it wouldn't reach her eyes and didn't come from her heart. Sirius and Remus had also explained that he must not tell anyone because if anyone knew all hell would break loose.

When he was fourteen he had already killed more then twenty people and had been in four battles and so it was no great surprise when Voldemort returned using Harry's own blood against him. Voldemort had found that fact hilarious and even Harry had to admit that it did hold a certain irony to it.

It was the battle of his fifth year that brought everything to a head and Harry had known that those he went to battle with were likely to not come back, himself included. But no one said goodbye because no goodbye could cover everything that needed to be said.

Trolls, Giants, death eaters, order members, fairies, elves, vampires, werewolves, every race and species were involved in this fight. Everyone of them had something to fight for, something they wanted to have changed. Something they were willing to die for.

For most it was freedom, others it was faith, to a few it was tradition, and for an even smaller selected few it was destiny.

Harry had always believed in destiny, he believed everyone had one, what that destiny was, was sometimes harder to figure out but that did not mean there wasn't one. What he sometimes had a problem with was if destiny was self made or predestined. Perhaps it was a bit of both but he wasn't sure; didn't know if he would ever be sure.

That war had claimed all his friends except one, Kieta, a vampire whose whole coven had been destroyed. He was 500 years old and therefore had become what the wizards called a day walker. He alone knew Harry's history. He alone was the only one Harry had ever entrusted that information to. Sirius and Remus had been killed in battle and the dying words on Sirius' lips had been Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Harry hadn't needed to ask who that was because since that night when he had learned the truth of his father he had wanted to know his name. Sirius had always refused saying the less he knew abut the man the less chance he would become real and therefore Harry would be able to play the orphan part the same as he always had.

Harry had destroyed the dark lord after many hours of constant fighting. And when he had looked around the battlefield he saw more dead then alive. He saw those who were laying somewhere between death and life but would ultimately not survive. He saw those merely injured struggling up to their feet in a shocked daze. Most on this field had not been trained the way he had been. Even his childhood of abuse and neglect had all been apart of a scheme to mold him into the perfect soldier. Starting at eleven he had been training secretly for at least four hours a day with some of the best masters in not only muggle style fighting but also in the different areas of Wizardry as well.

By the age of thirteen he was fluent in nine different languages including sign language. By the time he was fourteen he easily surpassed all his teachers in the subjects they had taught him. Some called him a perfect soldier others called him a prodigy. He did not know what to call himself. He did not know who he was or who he was meant to be. All he knew was what he was supposed to accomplish and in the end he had.

"You know if you sit there and stare long enough without moving you will get stuck that way. I should know my uncle Louie sat like that for too many years and well when he wanted to get up he couldn't. We finally staked him put an end to his misery." Kieta's voice broke him out of his thoughts. Turning to his friend Harry smiled.

Kieta had long black hair with white streaks in it. The amount of white in his hair showed his status and power level. His eyes were a light honey color with flecks of blue in them. His face was angular with high cheek bones and he had an aristocratic air. He was the son of the centuries before.

Smiling softly at him he nodded long used to his friends weird way of trying to help.

"I made some calls to the director of NCIS, her name is Jenny by the way, I told her about you and your talents within the wizarding world. Not that I needed to explain much she's a muggle born witch who turned her back on the magical world in favor of the muggle one. But she knew all about you, but then again who really doesn't. Then again no one really knows you all they know is what you showed and how they misconstrued that knowledge…." He rambled until Harry rolled his eyes.

"Kieta, what about the director named Jenny?" After 10 years of friendship Harry had long grown accustomed to his friend's erratic rambling and tangents.

"Oh yeah, um she said that you wouldn't be able to legally work there or be able to go out in the field but you could come in every day and help where needed and give your advice when cases come into the world of magic.

The best part of it would be that you'd be helping your father's team for the most part among others. Jenny said that she would tell your father that he is in fact your father. But that she would need your DNA in order to truly prove it to him." Kieta finished looking proud of himself.

Harry nodded thoughtfully his hopes high despite his best abilities to keep them from getting to high.

"You'll also have to decide what you want to be called. Harry or Hadrian? Harry was what James made everyone call you and Hadrian is what your mother wanted you to be called." Kieta already knew the answer to that question but figured he'd ask it any way. Hadrian had always been one to surprise him.

"My name will be Hadrian. Just like my mother wanted. As for the blood sample do you have a needle and a blood tube?" Kieta shook his head no but was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's what I figured." Turning his head to the side and exposing his neck he let his friend sink his now exposed fangs into his skin.

Harry had fought the war for destiny but he was going to the states for freedom, just as his mother had done, and he was starting a new life in hopes of finding out who he was. Not who he pretended to be or who everyone thought he should be.

He was leaving to find the truth.

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September 21, 2009 NCIS building-Director's office.

Jenny stared at the results in her hand. They showed that this Hadrian was in fact the 15 year old son of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. While that was shocking enough the fact that he would be coming here to work or volunteer was not helping. She knew all about the tales of Harry Potter and the battles he had faced but she wondered if he had let the fame get to his head.

Anyone who had grown up around that type of fame would be hard pressed to not be overwhelmed with it. That brought up another issue how was she to tell Jethro that a woman named Lily Evans had a child and that he was the father?

The door to her office opened and in walked Jethro with a cup of coffee in one hand and a look that spoke of having a trying case.

"You said it was important Jen. What do you need." Jenny took a deep breath before motioning for him to sit. Jethro was not known to be a patient man when he had a case to attend to and therefore Jenny knew she would have to be quick. But there was also no quick way to say what she was about to say.

"Jethro, I need to ask you something. Did you by any chance know a woman by the name of Lily Evans?" Whatever reaction she had been expecting it had not been the one she received. Jethro paled and a haunted look filled his eyes. A look she had only seen before and that was when everyone had found out about Shannon and Kelly.

"How do you know that name? Jen, How do you know that damn name!" Jethro stood up and began pacing. It had been such a long time since he had heard someone say that name. In fact the only one who had known about Lily was Ducky.

"I was contacted the other day by a man named Kieta he is part of the hidden world. He asked me if their was a possibility that his friend could work or volunteer here. When I asked why he gave me two reasons one he wanted to help in any way possible to bring about justice for the soldiers and two because his father worked here at NCIS." Jethro's head snapped up at the mention of the word father.

"His name is Hadrian he is fifteen years old. I have the DNA results that confirm it and before you ask Jethro they were done by our Lab, by Abby to be more specific. This boy is your son. What you wish to do with this knowledge is up to you but he'll be here tomorrow evening." Jenny finished to see a side of Jethro she had never seen. Tears were in his eyes and he was curled over slightly as if trying to keep something in.

"I have a son? Lily and me have a son. Wait Jen, did the man Kieta ever say what happened to Lily?" The sadness that settled onto Jen's face told Gibbs that it was not good news.

"I'm sorry Jethro, she was murdered when Hadrian was a year and a half old." Gibbs closed his eyes tears finally escaping them as he for the first time cried over the love that he had lost and the hope of the son he had gained.

A/N this is my first NCIS/Harry Potter crossover. Is it any good? Is it worth me continuing? Please review and tell me.