Can we all just collectively decide to ignore that it's been a bit over a year and just be happy that I am still attempting to write?

The morning after Harry revealed the existence of magic to the team, he requested permission to go out to the crime scene and perform some tests of his own in order to determine if he could find enough magical residue to figure out a signature.

"As I've been attempting to explain to you for the last twenty minutes, McGee, all cast magic leaves trace amounts in the environment after a spell has been cast, alright? It's the basics of conservation of energy. Some of it will get released out naturally as casting a spell is not a perfect system. That release can accumulate if the spell casting is in an area without a lot of magicals, and a spell like the killing curse is almost certainly powerful enough to leave at least some residue. You get the residue, and it can act as a fingerprint."

Harry was getting a bit annoyed at McGee at this point. His strong suit had always been the more practical side of things with the theory falling to the wayside. It was much more important to know how to defend yourself, in his view, than to know how the defenses actually worked.

"Are you going to run it through a magical database then and figure out who committed the crime then?"

"I'm afraid that we don't have an international database for signatures. The magic on them tends to have a limited range, and I can't make the trip back to London just to run a single signature. No, I mostly just need it for if the case goes to trial."

The car's arrival at the crime scene could not have come soon enough, as Harry slipped out of the car nearly as soon as it had stopped moving.

"As easy going as he seems sometimes, you can really tell he grew up with Gibbs when he gets all business," Tony muttered to McGee, mistaking Harry's strategic retreat for dedication to the case.

As Harry started to analyze the magic left over in the alley, he found it particularly odd that the magic seemed almost familiar. Not quite enough that it was easily recognizable to him in the way that Voldemort's and Lucius Malfoy's magics were, but more something in the back of his mind.

"While I don't recognize it specifically, it is most likely one of the higher up Death Eaters. Most of them still have residue left over from Voldemort himself, and it seems that this one does as well."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Both. I know most of their tactics, but most of their tactics involve killing large amounts of people in order to terrorize the pubic into being too afraid to fight back."

As per usual, Tony picked the worst possible time to chime in, "Well. I know that I'm not the one telling the boss that."

Once Harry, McGee, and Tony had gotten back, after Gibbs anger at the situation had calmed down that is, Ziva was off to once more interview Elizabeth Stillman, this time with Harry in tow and the knowledge that she was a witch to assist them.

"I just want to warn you ahead of time, Ziva; there is a decent chance that Mrs. Stillman will recognize me from my actions in the Second Blood War. On top of that, she was just 4 years above me at Hogwarts…"

"I'm sure that even if she recognizes you, it won't be that bad of a reaction. Most civilians understand that there are certain things that you need to do in war time."

Harry muttered his response under his breath, too shallow for her to hear, "I'm not exactly afraid of a bad reaction."

With his warning seemingly finished with, Ziva rang the doorbell, and, after a short while, Elizabeth Stillman answered the door.

"Merlin! You're Harry Potter!"

With this response, Ziva turned incredulously back to Harry, who seemed to be uncomfortable with the situation but resigned to it anyway.

"Yes. I am Harry Potter, Mrs. Stillman, but right now I'm here on attachment to NCIS to investigate your husband's death. May we come in?"

"Of course you can come in! Can I make you some tea? I can't believe that you're here. Why are you here anyway? Wait. What do you mean you're on attachment to NCIS? You're a national hero! Why would you be working for another country's government?"

"Some tea would be lovely. This is my associate, Officer David. We might want to discuss this inside if you don't mind."

"Oh of course. I apologize for my outburst earlier. Please come in."

With this Mrs. Stillman stepped into the house, rushing to the kitchen to make the tea. Ziva, seeing this as a prime opportunity, immediately turned on Harry the second that they entered the house.

"What was that? Why did she immediately fall over us the second that you showed your face, let alone said your name?"

"First off Ziva, it's fell over herself. Secondly, I am very famous from both the First and Second Blood Wars. I'm honestly more shocked that she had that mild of a reaction to me. Most of the time people start to shake my hand and then progress to crying onto me."

"Wait. The First Blood War? You've never mentioned that before."

"The First Blood War was Voldemort's first attempt at taking over magical Britain. It lasted about a decade until it ended on October 31st 1988 when my mother forced Voldemort into hiding. As I lived through the attack when neither of my parents did, magical Britain, using the same amount of intelligence that they normally do, immediately declared that a 15 month old child had killed the worst dark lord in recent history rather than either of his very powerful parents."

"What the fuck?"

Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as Mrs. Stillman chose this exact moment to return to the living room with the tea that she had promised the two of them. Mrs. Stillman looked far more put together than she was when she first saw Harry, but there was still a hint of hero worship in her eyes as she set down the tea tray.

"So, Mr. Potter. Why exactly are you working with NCIS? I left magical Britain behind me years ago."

"I'm sorry to say, Mrs. Stillman, that magical Britain didn't quite leave you behind. We have reason to believe that a Death Eater was involved in the murder of your husband."

"What are Death Eaters doing in the US? I thought you rounded up the last of them anyways. John and I were actually talking about going back to Britain for a visit sometime now that it's actually safe. I… I'm sorry. It's still hard. My brain just won't think of him as gone. It just keeps telling me that he's just away at the store or on deployment."

"Trust me when I tell you, Mrs. Stillman, that is does get easier with time. It's a horrible thing to say or think about, but it does get easier."

Ziva had conducted enough of these interviews to know that her and Harry needed to get to the heart of the matter before Mrs. Stillman started to break down again.

"I'm sorry to ask, but now that we are aware of magic, do you have any revisions to your earlier interview? Any people who you felt that you couldn't tell us about before but now feel that you are able to comment on?"

"I'm afraid not, Officer David. While it would make sense that the Death Eaters would target me, I haven't been in Britain for years and I would be a low priority at that. I have absolutely no clue who would choose to go after my husband instead of me.

The more Harry thought about this case, the odder it seemed to him. Most Death Eaters would have chosen to go after Elizabeth Stillman rather than bothering with her muggle husband. Additionally, this attack was planned out methodically. This wasn't simply a random raid that happened to get her husband.

"The choice in targets narrows down the options for who committed these attacks," Harry thought to himself, "Not many of the higher level Death Eaters would chose attacking the muggle rather than the muggleborn."

"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Stillman. We'll be sure to let you know if there are any updates in the case."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. Both for this, and for what you did back home."

As Harry and Ziva left the house, Harry turned to Ziva and said, "I might have an idea as to who murdered Corporal Stillman, and we better hope that I'm wrong."