Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. Donald Bellisario and CBS do. I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling and Warner Bros. do.

Ducky was driving his Morgan faster than he should have. The call to his small apartment had been somewhat troubling, yet at the same time, exciting.

It was late in the afternoon, and Ducky was working on a thesis for his medical school. He had been concentrating when his phone rang, bothering his train of thought.

Silently giving his harasser a piece of his mind (in his head of course), Ducky picked up the phone. "Donald Mallard's residence," he said.

"Ducky!" It was his colleague from the medical school, Thomas Hairo. "You will never believe this!"

"What's happened?" asked Ducky.

"I'm with the Greater Hangleton police!"

Ducky gasped. "Good God, you've been arrested!"

"No!" Thomas almost laughed. "I'm helping them conduct an autopsy! You'll want to come right away!"

So Ducky, grateful for the chance of abandoning his thesis (though knowing he'd regret it tomorrow) picked up pace. He had only conducted an autopsy once before, in class. It was less of an autopsy more of a dissection, but now was his first opportunity at conducting the autopsy for a homicide investigation.

Ducky pulled into the police station. "Donald Mallard," he said to the policeman. "I'm here to assist with the autopsy."

"Good luck," said the policeman.

Ducky didn't understand the man's apparent sense of inability. All deaths could be explained.

Ducky donned a lab coat and entered the morgue at the station. "Ducky," said Thomas. "This is Officer Turner." The policeman shook Ducky's hand and led him to the examination table. "Maybe you can help us."

Ducky took a step toward the examination table. The young man before him was attractive. Tall, sleek black hair, pale, clear complexion. "Sir," Ducky said. "What could possibly have happened to you?"

"Are you speaking to the corpse?" Officer Turner asked, obviously disgusted.

"He's still human," said Ducky, indignantly. "What's his name?"

"Tom Riddle. We've examined every inch of him. No bruises, no cuts, no visible injuries of any kind."

"Heart attack?"

"Nothing that we can tell."

Ducky examined the man's exposed heart. "You're right. You were clearly in top condition. Your heart did not fail. Were you poisoned?"

"We checked his liver, his stomach, and his brain." said Thomas. "Nothing."

"A perfectly healthy person does not just drop dead, Thomas," said Ducky.

"These corpses beg to differ," said Officer Turner.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Tom Riddle was found like this along with his two parents. None of them show any signs of trauma, none are poisoned. They're perfectly healthy."

"Except for the fact they're dead," said Thomas, with a brief chuckle. "Any explanation, Duck?"

"Their faces," said Ducky.

"What about them?" asked Officer Turner.

"They have a look of absolute horror."

"Are you suggesting they were frightened to death?" Thomas sounded skeptical.

"I am suggesting that they were killed by someone… or something…" Ducky paused as he pondered everything he had seen. "And we will never know what."