Disclaimer: Although clearly by now I have proven myself capable of writing for the NCIS staff or for writing some short stories about the wizarding world, I do not own NCIS or Harry Potter.

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Back at headquarters, the team regrouped with Abby and McGee. "Did you catch him?" Abby asked.

"The Inferius was destroyed," said Harry, "but Holladay got away with stealing something."

"It was a cruise missile," said Gibbs, taking a seat. "And he's planning on doing some magial hocus pocus to it to make it even more dangerous. Harry, Ron, what else do you know about Holladay? What other weapons has he done?"

"He's never stolen something as destructive as a missile before," said Harry. "He's only experimented with guns before; guns that shoot Avada Kedavra, guns where the bullets track their target, guns with exploding bullets, guns that never run out of bullets. You name it, he's probably done it."

"We're missing something," said Gibbs. "How can we find him?"

"Put out a BOLO?" asked Tony.

"Yeah, I can see that," said McGee. "Be on the lookout for a Dark Wizard with a Cruise missile."

"Isn't there a way you can find someone magically?" asked Abby. "Scrying? Anything like that?"

"Scrying is an advanced form of Divination," said Ron. "And neither Harry nor I are practiced enough at that."

"We could use a taboo," said Harry.

Ron looked surprised. "No way," he said. "Harry, that's dark magic you're talking about there. It's against Auror regulations!"

"What's a taboo?" asked Ziva.

"When Voldemort took over the Ministry of Magic in 1997," Harry explained, "he put a taboo on his own name. The only people who actually called him by his name were the people who didn't fear him enough or were serious about stopping him. If anyone said his name 'Voldemort,' they could be tracked."

"It's really dark magic, though," said Ron. "I mean, it was Voldemort who used it. And besides, you have to have enough power to issue the taboo."

"You two aren't powerful enough?" asked Ziva.

"Not magical power," said Ron. "Political power. It has to be issued by someone higher up."

"We can make them," said Harry.

Ron's jaw dropped. "Harry, the Imperius curse? You could go to Azkaban for that!"

"What's the Imperius curse?" asked McGee.

"It makes you control people," said Ron.

Gibbs said, "So you can control a person to put out a taboo on a word that Holladay will say and it will lead us to him?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Then do it," said Gibbs.

"Alright, I could probably sneak past the Secret Service and get the president…"

"May I suggest another victim?" asked Gibbs.

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The team was downstairs in Abby's lab, looking at the computer.

"This was originally done on a paper map, but I think a computer satellite will work," said Ron.

Then, Harry apparated back. "It's done. She's cursed."

McGee said, "I only wish I could've cursed her all those years ago when she was trying to stop our investigation."

"We'll give you our number, you can contact us," said Ron.

"So has she issued the taboo?" asked Gibbs.

"If she hasn't, she will shortly," said Harry.

"What word did you use?"

"There aren't any wizards residing in the Metropolitan area, and the few that visit aren't going to be performing magic," said Ron. "Wizards avoid Muggles, so all American wizards live far away from the larger cities."

"She put the taboo on any spell he may cast," said Harry. "If he's still working on the missile, this shouldn't take long." He stepped out, Ziva watching him.

"All we can do is wait," said Ron.

Nobody noticed Ziva slip away to follow Harry.

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Harry was washing his face in the men's room when Ziva walked in again. "We've been here before," he said.

"There's more to the story," she said. "We didn't just stop a dark wizard in Tel Aviv. We did something else."

"Ziva," said Harry.

Ziva stepped forward and stared into Harry's eyes. "We slept together, didn't we?"

Harry froze. "No."

Ziva sighed and stepped back. "Then, what?"

"You don't remember all the pain and horror we went through that day just to find this guy," said Harry. "He was killing your fellow Mossad agents. He was destroying almost the entire building." Harry took Ziva's hand. "When two people go through a lot of pain together, they come out the other side with an unbroken connection, one that can't be explained. We…" he sighed. "We kissed. That's all."

Ziva remembered it now. He felt the wand against her forehead, she remembered lashing out and killing the bastard who'd murdered so many of her friends. She remembered the relief she felt knowing he was dead. And she remembered the kiss. She remembered how he took her in his arms and held her against him and there was the soft press of his lips against hers. Then they broke apart. Harry did some magic to repair the building where the wizard had disrupted it, and then he had pointed the wand at her and whispered "Obliviate."

"Why did you kiss me if you were just going to wipe my memory and leave?" asked Ziva.

"I don't know," said Harry. "Mainly because you reminded me so much of Ginny."

"Ginny's your wife?"

Harry nodded. Ziva smiled. "She's a very lucky woman." She stepped forward and kissed Harry's cheek.

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"We've got him," said Ron, as Harry and Ziva returned. "He put an impervious charm and a reparo at an old ware house about eleven miles from here."

"Impervius and reparo," said Harry. "It can't be destroyed but when it explodes it'll recreate itself and go for another target. Genius."

They piled into the cars again, Gibbs driving one, Ziva the other, and they sped off into the night. They made it in about ten minutes.

Once there, they all drew their weapons. "McGee, Ron, you're with me," said Gibbs. "You three go check out the back entrance."

Harry, Tony, and Ziva ran around.

Gibbs held his gun at eye level in front of him. He, Ron, and McGee headed up the stairs. They saw Holladay charming the cruise missile.

"Federal Agents!" Gibbs cried. "Put your hands in the air!"

Holladay did so, but McGee said, "He's got a wand!"

In the time it took Ron to point and scream, "Expelliarmus!" to the time the red light struck Holladay, Holladay fired a spell at the missile, it ignited, and shot away.

Gibbs and McGee opened fire. Holladay fell over with twenty-seven bullets in his body.

"Somebody stop that missile!" shouted Gibbs.

Out back, Tony, Ziva, and Harry hadn't entered the building when they saw the missile shoot through a second story window. Harry acted at once. Pulling his wand out of his jacket pocket, he shouted, "Accio Firebolt!"

A broomstick shot toward him and landed in his outstretched hand. Almost immediately he took off, repositioning himself to ride the broomstick properly only after he was in the air. The broom carried him swiftly through the air, and Harry saw he was catching up to the Missile. The Missile, though, started to level out and Harry realized it was nearing its target already. Harry caught up to it and cast a few choice spells to undo the automatic "reparo," but he couldn't undo the Impervious Charm. Harry watched in horror as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop the Missile. Then, Harry noticed it was starting to shoot upwards again. Higher and higher it went, and then it leveled out.

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"McGee, you're a genius," said Tony.

"It's not that difficult," said McGee. "It was far enough away from its target so I could change the target. I just hope no one's out this late fishing.

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Harry watched and realized what must've happened. The Missile had switched targets and was now hurtling itself toward the ocean. It broke through the surface and exploded.

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The next morning, Gibbs entered from the elevator. "DiNozzo," he yelled. "Wake up."

Tony, who had been sleeping at his desk woke up. "Sorry, boss," he said. "I just… had a weird dream and I can't remember what."

McGee looked up and said "Me too. I think I stopped a Cruise Missile."

Abby turned the corner and said, "I had a dream about technomancy. You know, the combination of magic and technology."

"Weird," said McGee.

Ziva looked up. It seems they had all had weird dreams last night. Why couldn't she remember hers?

That night when she got home, she emptied her backpack onto her bed. In it, she found a mirror. That was strange. She wasn't the type to carry a vanity mirror around with her. Stuck to the front of the mirror was a sticky note. She picked the mirror up and pulled the sticky note off and read aloud, "Harry."

She looked at the mirror again, expecting to see her own reflection, but instead she saw a man with untidy black hair and glasses.

"Hello, Ziva."

The End

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Sorry, guys. This chapter was longer so it took longer to write. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story to the end. I hope you all enjoyed it. -The Sax Warrior