A/N: Welcome, one and all, to the final chapter of Potter and Gibbs. It has been a wonderful journey with you all. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have loved writing it. Thank you for all the support and great reviews.

As for future works, I will suspend posting anything else I write until after I get through Navy boot camp, which I leave for on March 13rd.

Now, please, join me on one last chapter. I know it's short, but short and sweet is really a good way to go out.

Potter and Gibbs: As it was always meant to be

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. I do not own Harry Potter.

The door to Zale's shop opened, and Zale looked up from the finishing touches on yet another project. He smiled at the black clad, goth lady that walked through.

"Good evening, Abby. What can I do for you tonight?"

"Harry was attacked by Umbridge."

"It was all over the news, Abby," Zale reminded her, holding up a particular issue. "I was thinking of framing it and putting it on the wall over there," he informed her, pointing at said wall. "I also understand Harry was hurt. Shouldn't you be visiting him at the hospital?"

Abby smiled at him. "I already have. And I wanted to thank you."

Zale blinked. "For what?"

"Saving Harry."

Zale blinked again. "Sorry?"

"The parking garage is almost right behind this shop. Close enough that you would have sensed the magic with the wards you've set up here. And you would have arrived on the scene in enough time to see Harry's sparks." She leaned close. "And you knew the best way to save Harry, seeing as you designed the mixed magical and muggle technique Ducky recognized was used on Harry's wound." She kissed him softly. "And I can trace the unique mixture of the potions right back to here."

Zale smiled back at her. "I couldn't hide them, really. It might have effected Harry's recovery."

Abby kissed him again. "Thank you, Zale."

"What are boyfriends for, Abs?"

Abby jumped over the counter and embraced the love of her life. "Now are you going to take that ring from under the counter and propose, or are you going to make me wait?"

"Can't hide much from you, can I?"

"You can't hide anything from me, Zale," She corrected before kissing him again. "And the answer's 'yes'."

\/\ Potter and Gibbs \/\

Cornelius Fudge sat alone in the Hog's Head, looking depressingly at the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. The one that cynically detailed the death of Deloris Umbridge. An investigation had been launched in her escape, what the potions she had on her were and where they came from, and who snuck her wand into Azkaban.

To say the least, this news made him miserable. His grand scheme of revenge on Harry Potter had failed. Catastrophically. He figured it would only be a matter of time before the Aurors found him. Wouldn't it be such an insult to him if that friend of Weasley found him?

He neglected to pay his tab and left the pub, the weight in his robe pocket thumbing against his leg. When he had entered the alley, he took it out. A large, shiny .45 magnum revolver lay in his hands. He had stolen it and had figured out how to use it.

He placed it to his temple. Soon afterward, everyone thought an amateur apperater had arrived.

Aberforth Dumbledore dragged a very much alive Fudge by the back of the idiot's robes, the gun in the older man's other hand, into the Hog's Head to pay his tab or await the Aurors, which ever happened first. "Fool, skipping out on his tab. Lucky I caught him before he offed himself."

\/\ Potter and Gibbs \/\

Harry sat in the Director's office. Jenny was not sitting behind the desk. Instead, the Secretary of the Navy was smiling at him from across it with his hands folded on the surface.

"Harry."

"I was not aware that we were on first name basis, Mr. Secretary."

"Well, we aren't. One of the perks of my job." The SECNAV leaned forward. "Did you know that Director Shepard has 'retired'?"

Jenny had told that to Harry this morning after she had spent the night at his Dad's place. More specifically, in his Dad's bed. However, instead of relaying that information to the SECNAV, Harry opted to appear surprised. "I was not aware of that, Mr. Secretary."

"Really?" When Harry kept the facade, the SECNAV continued. "Well, you know that her 'retirement' means that I need a new Director of NCIS."

"And you want my opinion of who?"

"No, I want you to take over."

"What of Vance? Isn't he next in line?"

"Leon Vance is... a bit too close to Massad as it is. I know you and Ziva are close, but I do not like the fact that Vance is a very close friend to Director David. I'm sure you understand.

"But there is another issue I need you to deal with, Mr. Potter, as Director of NCIS," SECNAV continued. "I feel you will be the best for the job." SECNAV leaned forward. "There's a leak inside NCIS. Take care of it, as Director of NCIS, and I won't investigate former-Director Shepards obsession with frogs."

"Blackmailing me, Mr. Secretary?"

"Merely making a trade, Director Potter-Gibbs."

\/\ Potter and Gibbs \/\

September 1st, 2017

Harry watched the train leave- leaving with his second son starting his first year at Hogwarts aboard. Jethro stepped next to his son.

"You never told me that, about the Sorting Hat's conversation with you," the older man whispered.

Harry smiled. "It wasn't important 'til now, was it?"

"No, Director Potter-Gibbs."

Harry shuddered. "I hate it when you call me that."

"I'm retired. I can do what ever the h-... heck I want," Jethro corrected himself, looking down at Lily.

Jenny smacked Jethro's arm. "Stop that, Leroy, or I'll make you regret it."

Lily blinked. "Why did Grandma Jenny call Grandpa 'Leroy'?"

Harry, too, looked down at Lily. His eyes drifted to Lily's younger brother Donny 'Ducks' Potter, then to his youngest, Shannon Kelly Potter. He looked warmly over them and crouched down to their level. "Grandpa doesn't want to talk about it. And no, Lily, you may not use the web to look it up."

Jethro looked at another young girl, one who stood beside Jenny. "That goes for you too, Kate."

"Dad, I already know why." Kate Shepard Gibbs pointed out. "Grandpa told me, like, forever ago."

Harry laughed as he stood and put his arm around Ginny's waist. He merrily led the group back to the portkey point of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters so they could all go home.

\/\ Potter and Gibbs \/\

Many, many years before

Harry's eyes never left the marine that he was being led to. The man was smiled kindly at him, and made him feel safe and calm.

The man picked him up and Harry leaned into the embrace.

"Daddy," he whispered into the man's shoulder, and the embrace strengthened around him.

\/\ Potter and Gibbs\/\

When the British magical population spoke of Harry Potter, it was not as 'the Boy-who-lived'. It was not as 'the Vanquisher', or 'the Chosen One'. It was as "Potter-Gibbs." Simple as that. It was the way he wanted it. It reminded people of the man that made the great hero who he was.

So, when the British magical population spoke of Harry Potter, they always spoke of Gibbs.

Potter and Gibbs, as it was always meant to be.