About six months ago a team of scientists and engineers finished building and released the "Movie Memory" machine to the public. An idea in the making for years these inventors had used all their money to create prototypes and just before declaring bankruptcy they appeared on "The Late Late Show with David Letterman". After appearing on this show many people became interested in their product and bankruptcy was no longer a problem. A few months later their company had expanded nationwide and their business was thriving. Anyone who wished to use this machine simply had to step in the glass box filled with neural scanners and relays to have their entire life broken down and created into videos and parodies and movies…an entire youtube dedicated to themselves. Soon after the release of this product law enforcement agencies decided to create contracts with the inventors; for free use of their machine and its operators. These agencies would order one machine and one operator per investigative team they had in that building for up to two weeks of use for a discounted price. These operators used the memories these machines took to help teammates bond and form a more trustworthy partnership.

NCIS, Naval Criminal Investigative Service, was the next agency on the list to enjoy the "Movie Memory" experience. So on this day all the agents on the navy yard gathered in the bullpen to have their minds invaded. These agents include the investigative team led by Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his teammates: Agent Anthony Dinozzo, Agent Ziva Davede, Agent Timothy McGee, and Agent Harry Potter. But Harry Potter was no ordinary agent of twenty-eight, he was in fact a wizard. Not just any wizard though, but the famous one! When he was just a baby he defeated an evil dark lord and then until the age of seventeen fought to bring him down for good, leading to a legendary battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This battle brought with it death and suffering, after it Harry could not help but want to stay away from fighting but could not see himself in any other occupation; so he went to muggle USA and after training and a crash course in muggle middle and high school learning he found himself working at NCIS.

Harry was very worried about the use of this machine, as he had not told anyone, not even Director Vance or Abby, of his past or of his powers. He had been very lucky not to encounter any witch or wizard in his line of work yet, though he still kept his wand in a holster on his right calf should he meet an unfriendly one.

After watching two-dozen or so agents enter the box and come out unscathed his worries were leaving him slowly. This machine was designed to help his teammates trust him, exposing his past would not do so. Maybe the machine would only show of him and the rest of the golden trio laughing or of him and Ginny holding Teddy; the happy, normal memories. Finally it was his turn to go into the box and he did so with his head held high, it would not help him to raise any suspicion. Surprisingly he did not feel anything during his time in the box and was let out fairly quickly. As it was late he gathered his things and went home, tomorrow they would only explain how the next week would go, he had nothing to worry about yet.

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The next morning rose quickly on the anxious members of team Gibbs and in the bullpen their greetings were short. Gibbs came in a few minutes after they had all settled and led them to a room on the fifth floor. It was set up with a large screen on the wall surrounded by chairs and a laptop set open on a table. They all walked in and took their seats by seniority; Gibbs on the far left followed by Tony, Ziva, McGee, and Harry. After a minute or two the operator walked in and Harry was instantly relieved; of all the strangers that he could have been faced with explaining magic to he had been graced with Dennis Creevy, a fellow wizard! He walked in while looking at some papers and boringly saying "Hello, I'm Dennis Creevy your operator for the next week. Today we will be…blimey! Harry, I almost didn't recognize yeh there!"

"Hey Dennis, how are you?" Harry asked while standing up and giving Dennis a quick hug, which he returned.

"I'm doing well, I didn't know you worked at NCIS. I woulda sworn you would've been an auror. I mean, I always liked tinkering so this was right up my alley, but blimey…you have some real talent!" Dennis exclaimed, causing the other teammates to start wondering what a bloody auror was and how Harry knew this Dennis.

"I wanted to escape after everything. You understand?"

"Yeah, we lived in dark times. Oh well, it's in the past; Collin would want us to live our lives in happiness and all. We should get started before your teammates get too confused."

"Too late, how do you two know each other?" Tony asked.

"We went to school together." Harry answered giving Dennis the time to get his laptop open and sit down, as well as to alert him to his teammates lack of knowledge about the magical world, which Dennis easily picked up on.

"Okay, so here's the plan. Today I explain the next week's events and go over your medical records. So…the next week will go like this: we come in and watch your videos in whatever order they are given to me in the queue. The queue works with the neural scanners placed in this room, if someone is under a misconception about another person's life then the queue shows a video or memory to contradict that. Questions? No? Good. This will continue until the queue thinks we've shown enough of their life for you guys to create a deeper trust. Tomorrow will be Gibbs's videos, Wednesday will be Tony's, Thursday will be Ziva's, Friday will be Tim's, and Saturday will be Harry's." Dennis finished.

The team-members looked at each other in confusion but nodded at Dennis to continue. Harry was extremely thankful that his day was last; he needed time to compose himself. He needed a plan to tell the others about magic if the videos decided to be unkind to him. While Harry was busy thinking Dennis was typing in his computer and pulling five medical files from his laptop carrier, Harry noticed that the one on the bottom, corresponding with him, was thicker than the others.

"Okay, time to dig through every scratch and bruise that has been recorded in your medical records…Harry, just from knowing you I have a feeling yours will take the longest to get through."

"Yeah, especially considering that we had Madame Pomfrey for seven years." Harry replied.

"Harry, I only made it to the hospital wing twice in my time at school…you were in there every month!" Dennis exclaimed.

"Yeah, but that is only because Madame Pomfrey and I are so close." Harry said in a sarcastic voice that the rest of his team could not understand.

"Sure Harry, sure. Anyway…lets get started!"

It took only twenty minutes to confirm Gibbs's medical history and to explain his injuries to the rest of the team. Other than the occasional scar from one of his past wives' fury the rest of his record were injuries received in the line of duty. The same went for Dinozzo sans wife for girlfriends; although he had suffered more broken bones as a child being as rambunctious as he is. Ziva's record took about a half hour to go through considering the long list of injuries due to her time in Somalia but McGee's record took only ten minutes considering he spent most his time tracking criminals from a computer or surveillance van versus being in the field.

At last it was Harry's turn and as Dennis opened his file he had a sudden surge of panic. How was he going to explain his injuries? Muggle doctors didn't receive patients with issues like all the bones in their arm being absent or going into a coma for three days with no apparent reason. He was screwed; it was over. But he had to give it one last chance; before Dennis could begin Harry asked him if they could talk for a minute. Pulling Dennis into the corner farthest from the rest of his team he began…

"Dennis they don't know about…our world."

"I figured that, what about it." Dennis replied.

"I have quite a few injuries related to it…look at my second year."

"I don't see anything odd…oh, I get it. I'll make something up, they aren't doctors…they won't check. It'll be alright." He said clapping Harry on the shoulder and making his way back to his seat.

"Okay Harry, lets begin."