Author's Note: After my last NCIS-Harry Potter crossover, I received feedback from multiple readers, almost all positive. But some people warned me not to write a sequel because it wouldn't be as good. Well, I took that as a challenge. In this one, I'm gonna play a little more with the possible romantic tension between Harry and Ziva and, as always, I will stay true to the characters' personalities and respect the writers as a true fan should. I hope you enjoy.

-The Sax Warrior

Disclaimer: I own neither NCIS nor Harry Potter.

Al stuck his head into his brother's room. Instantly, the shouting softened. "James!" he hissed. "James!"

James lifted his head from his pillow and peered sleepily through the half-dark at his younger brother. "What's wrong? Why can't you sleep?"

"They're fighting again," Al said. James thought he heard the hint of tears in his voice.

"Between them and the baby, it's a wonder any of us can sleep."

"How come you can't hear them in here?" Al wondered.

"Aunt Hermione sound proofed it for me. Come on. You can sleep with me."

And so, the two brothers slept together, trying to pretend they couldn't hear the muffled sound of raised voices.

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"What is it with you!" Ginny demanded. "You catch more Dark Wizards a year than most Aurors do in a lifetime!"

Harry's voice caught in his throat in surprise, then said, "And that's a bad thing?"

"You work too hard!" said Ginny. "You leave first thing in the morning, you get home past midnight! You haven't spent any time with the boys in months, I mean… Don't you care about them?"

Harry's jaw dropped in anger. "I devote my life to making this world safe for them. Don't you understand how many enemies I have just because of my name? Don't you realize how dangerous the magical world is for my children because of who they are? I get to the bad guys because I won't let them to get you, or Lily, or the boys first."

Ginny glared a very Mrs. Weasley-ish glare at Harry. "Just remember that you were a husband and a father before you were an Auror, Harry Potter." With that, she stalked up the stairs, her flaming red hair flowing behind her.

Because Harry is a man, he had to have the last words. "Maybe someday what I do will be appreciated around her. I just hope that day isn't the day I blow away a Dark Wizard infront of my daughter."

Furious, Harry stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. He ripped the cork out with unnecessary ferocity, and brought the bottle to his lips. She just doesn't understand, he thought bitterly. Ginny was sick of her maternity leave. She hadn't liked it for James's or for Al's, but Lily's seemed to be even worse. Ginny was not one for waiting around at home. She wanted to get back to work.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a loud unfamiliar sounding rather like a bell. After a moment of thinking, Harry realized it was his door bell. He was surprised that someone would've rung it, as most wizards didn't know what the little button beside the door was.

Harry proceeded to the door, and opened it to reveal a portly man with a piggy face and neatly combed hair. After a second Harry realized it was the face of someone he hadn't seen for thirteen years. "Dudley?"

His cousin gulped and said, "Hi, uh, Harry. I- um… I need your help."

Harry stepped aside to allow Dudley in. "What's up?"

"I just had a run-in with one of your lot," Dudley said. "And-… Harry, I didn't mean to… I- I k-killed him."

*cue NCIS theme*