I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. NCIS will show up in the next chapter, and I don't own them, either. If I did, do you really think that I'd be on ffn?

Pre-GoF and Post-Good Cop Bad Cop

Author: Lightningwolf325

Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Tony/Ziva, Abby/McGee, possible Ron/Hermione (depends on whether there is bashing or not), Remus/Tonks

Rating: T

Warnings: Child abuse/mention of child abuse (I'm not quite sure which yet), gore, possibly manipulative Dumbledore/Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Order bashing (again, I'm not quite sure yet), and I'm fairly sure that there'll be Mossad bashing, or at least bashing of Eli David.

Summary: The summer before Goblet of Fire, Harry's uncle gets sent to the States on business. As he was taking his wife and son with him, Harry was going to be sent to Mrs. Figg. However, Mrs. Figg was incapacitated, so Vernon was forced to take his nephew with him. While they are in D.C., the NCIS MCRT is called in and it all takes off from there. How will Harry do in the Triwizard Tournament with people outside Hogwarts who care for him?

Other warnings/stuff: I don't have a beta, so I'm editing this myself. Due to school, my updates will probably be rather irregular, but I will try to get everything in ASAP. The rate that I get chapters done will depend largely on my mood. If I feel that no one is reading this, then it will definintly move down on my list of priorities. With that in mind, reviews are helpful, though I'll probably just continue writing this simply because the plot has been bugging me for a while. But seriously, no flames. Constructive criticism is fine, but I find flames to be just pointless and annoying. If you don't like it, there's a simple solution: don't read it! Also, I was born and raised, and am currently living in, the United States, so I'm not quite sure about my British English. I will, however do my best.

So, onto the story!

Learning to Love

Chapter 1

A scarlet steam engine pulled onto the platform. People mulled around it as its passengers disembarked, talking and laughing. Most of them were teenagers, shoving each other and hugging and waving goodbye as their parents ushered them away. The majority of them were happy to be leaving, not having to see the train that carried them to school for another couple of months, though perhaps not quite as joyful to be leaving their friends behind.

While parents were forcibly pulling their children away from the platform, many students were migrating toward a solid brick wall. Though this in itself may seem rather odd, what happened next was even stranger. In groups of twos and threes, these remaining students walked swiftly toward the wall before simply disappearing.

Of course, no one paid them any mind. This was an end-of-the-year ritual. And besides, most of them had first arrived at the train in a similar fashion.

A man standing by the barrier glanced over at a group of three and nodded. The trio, consisting of two boys and a girl, nodded back and began to push the trolleys that were currently holding their trunks. As they reached the wall, they disappeared.

On the other side of the barrier, the trio was overtaken by a pair of red-haired twins.

"What took you lot so long?" asked one of them. One of the boys, a redhead as well, scowled.

"It's not our fault the guard wouldn't let us through," he snapped.

"Ronald, be polite!" reprimanded the girl.

"C'mon Hermione, they're just my brothers!"

"That doesn't mean you have to—"

"So, Harry—"began one of the twins loudly.

"Are you gonna come—"continued the other.

"Over again this summer?" they finished together.

Sighing wistfully, the last boy answered, "I sure hope so. It's up to Dumbledore though. The World Cup'll be here, right?"

"Yep," grinned one of the twins.

"By the way mate, how d'you put up with those two all the time?" the other twin jerked his head over to the brunette and redhead who were now arguing over some obscure, inconsequential subject.

"You get used to it," Harry grinned, raking his hand through his already impossibly messy black hair.

"Oh, Fred, George, there you are! And you found Ron too, good," a slightly plump woman bustled through the crowd, pulling a girl only a bit younger than the trio with her. "Come on, Ginny!"

Rolling her eyes at her brothers, the girl replied, "Yes mum."

Not seeing her daughter's action, the woman turned and smiled at Harry. "Hello, Harry dear. Did you have a good year?"

"Yes, thanks Mrs. Weasley," he replied. Fortunately she didn't seem to catch how his smile became slightly strained at the question as she pulled him into a suffocating hug. Needless to say, he was quite relieved when she turned her attention to the others.

"And Hermione!" she beamed, pulling the bushy-haired girl into another rib-cracking hug.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley," smiled Hermione, shooting a pitying look at Harry as Mrs. Weasley started a tirade about how stressful the year must have been for him, what with Sirius Black out to get him. Harry sighed.

His year had been rather stressful. Aside from the fact that throughout most of it he had thought that the notorious mass-murderer Sirius Black had been trying to kill him, he found out that said murderer was also his godfather and had supposedly betrayed his parents to their killer. And if that wasn't enough, he later found that the man was innocent and the real traitor had been hiding as his best friend's pet rat and had been sleeping in the same dorm as him for the past two—nearly three—years.

He had been so excited at the prospect of leaving the Dursley's—his only living relatives—in order to live with his newly found godfather. Unfortunately, they had been unable to clear Sirius's name before he was forced to leave. That meant that Harry was stuck back at the Dursley's house for the summer.

Harry was jerked back to reality by another bear-hug from Mrs. Weasley and the promise that they would make sure he could come over soon. Saying a reluctant goodbye to his friends, Harry started toward a family of three who were standing slightly off to the side. One of them was a large, beefy man with a bushy mustache that, in Harry's opinion, made him look like a walrus. The other adult, a blond woman with pale eyes and a long neck, looked rather like a horse. Or a giraffe. The final member of the animal-like family was a boy about Harry's size, though much larger. Yes, Harry's cousin certainly resembled a whale.

The walrus-man, Vernon Dursely, stepped forward as Harry approached. "Are you ready to go, boy?" he growled. Averting his eyes so as to not anger his uncle before they even reached the house, Harry nodded.

The ride back to the Dursely household was quiet and tense; not that Harry expected it to be anything otherwise. The Dursely family had a rather strong aversion to magic, and the fact that Harry was their nephew definently didn't stop them from hating him. Harry was a wizard, and that was all that mattered. It also probably didn't help that the last time he had seen them he had inflated Vernon's horrible sister Marge before storming out of the house and leaving them to deal with the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad that was sent by the Ministry of Magic to deflate her. Not that he regretted blowing her up; no, he only thought it was a pity that they couldn't have deflated her giant ego while they were at it.

As the car pulled into the driveway Uncle Vernon turned to Harry. "Get your things up to your room then get your ungrateful butt downstairs; I need to talk to you." With that he opened the door and got out, causing the car to creak upward as the excessive weight was removed.

Picking up Hedwig's cage and dragging his trunk out of the boot, Harry franticly thought back to everything he had done since his departure from the Hogwarts Express. Surely he couldn't already be in trouble with his uncle! Perhaps this was about what had happened last summer. But his uncle couldn't still be this angry about that, could he?

After setting his trunk at the foot of his bed and leaving Hedwig's empty cage on top of it (he had sent her to Ron's house for the time being; he wasn't sure how his uncle would react to her this summer), he walked down to the sitting room. There he found his uncle pacing while Petunia and Dudley sat on the couch. Catching sight of Harry, Vernon jerked his head toward the armchair in the corner. Seeing the nonverbal command, Harry hastened to obey, hoping to gain favor with the man.

It was a few seconds before Vernon started. Finally, he cleared his throat and began, "Boy, I have received a great honour from the higher powers at Grunnings; I have been sent on a business trip to Washington, D.C.," his large chest swelled with pride.

Harry refrained from rolling his eyes with difficulty. Vernon was the director of the local branch of Grunnings, a company that made drills. He was very prideful of his job, and never missed an opportunity to brag about it. It was a moment before the full meaning of that statement impacted on Harry.

"Wait, hang on, Washington D.C., as in the capital of the United States?" he spluttered. Vernon cast a nasty glare at him.

"Yes, that Washington. Now then, normally you would just stay with Mrs. Figg—"

"You mean I'm not?" Harry cut across quickly. Whenever the Durselys went anywhere, he was always left with their cat-loving neighbor, Mrs. Figg. Vernon shot him another glare.

"As I was saying, Mrs. Figg has, most unfortunately, taken rather ill. She has been hospitalized. You can't stay with her, and no one else will take you, and you certainly are not staying in this house alone. So, I have no other option but to take you with us," he finished, distaste colouring his voice.

Harry's head snapped up quickly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never went anywhere with the Durselys.

"I have taken the liberty of arranging a passport for you. The only thing left to do is get to get your picture taken. We are all ready to go; I have a normal suitcase for you," here he gestured to a worn out suitcase in the corner, "We will get our things in the car while you get everything you need. We will pick up your passport on the way to the airport. And boy," he added threateningly, "I don't want any freakishness ruining this trip; you understand?"

Harry quickly nodded before grabbing the suitcase and running upstairs. He threw his schoolwork and some of his less ratty muggle clothes in. Scrawling a note for Hedwig to pick up when she came (he was fervently thankful that she was so smart ), he jammed his wand through his belt and ran back out to the car.

It seemed that this was going to be an interesting summer.