Hello everyone! I am so terribly sorry that this has taken so long. I wanted to try and make a longer chapter but then I just got bored with it and stopped writing and realised that if I wanted to enjoy myself, which I do, I should just write instead of thinking so hard about pleasing everyone. So I got down to it and finished Chapter 7 and started writing Chapter 8 and then I lost the use of the internet! Honestly the universe is against me. But I got some time to get on here and post Chapter 7 so I hope you all enjoy it and you haven't lost hope in this story.
Anyway here we go!

When Harry reached the NCIS building, it didn't take long for him to get through security. It seemed that the security guards had already been informed that he was to be let through. With a visitors badge attached to his coat Harry was directed to the elevators and taken to the correct floor.

While he was grateful that the whole process took less time than he thought, he did want to get home and catch up with Andromeda and Teddy, it wouldn't have mattered how long he had to wait to make the delivery. The warming charms he had placed on the cups kept the drinks fresh and steaming.

Emerging from the elevator Harry found himself in a large room full of desks and people working on computers. Above the scurrying people was a walkway that surrounded the perimeter of the room. Unsure where he was to deliver the drinks and realising too late that had forgotten to ask for a name; Harry stood in front of the elevator doors looking lost.

Upon hearing the elevator doors open, Tony looked up from his riveting game of Tetris and watched as a short man with messy black hair stepped out only to stand there with an expression of utter confusion upon his face. Looking at the man's hands, he noticed the steaming cups and brown paper bag and realised that this had to be their lead.

Placing his phone on his desk and putting on his famous Dinozzo smile, he walked over to the bewildered man. Yet when he reached him, the man wasn't as confused as Tony first thought for he caught sight of him and at once beamed.

"You must be the guy who ordered the coffee; let me guess you're the 'Padfoot's Prank, the mocha, correct?"

The war had conditioned Harry so that he noticed when someone was observing him. It wouldn't do for the 'boy-who-lived' to not know when he was going to be attacked after all. Whether it was by Death Eaters or the press it didn't really matter. Therefore, when one of the agents got up from his desk and sauntered over to him he figured it had to be the one who ordered the coffee.

However, it was the large grin and the mischievous yet serious twinkle in the man's eyes that let him know for certain. After that, it was obvious that his drink was the one named after his godfather. Harry hadn't meant to startle the man, sometimes he just got excited about the people he served coffee to and the man in front of him, with his swagger and the charm seeping from his pores, reminded him so much of Sirius. It was funny that the coffee would match the man. Harry wondered if it would be the same for the other three.

The man in front of him snapped out his stupor; almost as if someone had hit him behind the head, and then proceeded to introduce himself.

"Yes that's me, good guess, Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo. Thanks for going out of your way to do this."

"Oh it was no trouble. I'm Harry Potter."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Follow me and I'll introduce you to the rest of the team. Let's see if you can guess their drinks too!" Tony smiled and turned around to lead the way.

Tony led him to an area where four desks and a large TV screen were set up. Behind two of the desks sat a beautiful yet intimidating woman and a sweet; probably extremely smart young man. Harry knew just by looking at them, just as he had with Tony, who would be receiving which hot beverage. With this in mind, Harry broke away from Tony and began to show off; he was a Gryffindor after all.

Turning to the woman, he produced the hot tea, announcing with a flourish, "The Grey Tabby, a nice hot tea, no sugar and just a dash of milk!"

The woman simply raised an eyebrow. Harry watched as the woman looked at the cup in his hand; had he got it wrong? Maybe he was losing his touch.

Then, just as Harry was about to apologise the woman introduced herself, "Agent Ziva David and you are correct."

With that said Ziva took the steaming cup and settled back into her chair. Harry grinned and turned his sights on the young man who was looking on curiously. He knew without a doubt, that he was right about this one.

"And for you The Herbologist, a Chai Latte."

He took the cup from the holder and handed it to the man whose eyes had widened.

"Why yes, that's very good, thank you. I'm Agent Timothy McGee." Tim took the cup and smiled widely at Harry. Harry looked at the last cup sitting in his hand and then smirked. He took the cup and spun around.

"The Half Blood Prince."

Gibbs simply took the cup not allowing any of the surprise he felt to show on his face. The cup smelt heavenly and to be honest with himself, the quality was the only thing standing between this man and being led straight to the interrogation room.

As the imposing man before him inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the black coffee in his hand, Harry studied the similarities between the obvious leader of this team and the man who had saved his life countless times before. The man stood tall and proud, with a well of emotions swimming behind his eyes yet just as Snape had he didn't let them get further. The only difference between the two strong men, besides their appearance of course, was that the late Professor Severus Snape would be the only one who could ever sneak up behind him. The rest of the NCIS team just looked on stunned, they had been working with Gibbs for years and they still couldn't tell when he was behind them.

Finally, Gibbs raised the cup to his lips and took a mouthful of the most delicious coffee he had tasted in years. He savoured the moment for he knew that behind him his team was waiting on bated breath with eyes wide open.

Gibbs would have left them to suffer if it weren't for the small, almost inaudible moan that managed to slip past his lips. Harry however had heard the sound of delight and couldn't stop the beaming grin from spreading across his face. He did so enjoy watching people take pleasure in his creations; not that black coffee was so difficult to make but with a touch of his magic, he could make the flavours richer and burst on the tongue, but watching this man enjoy his coffee produced a feeling in Harry that he couldn't quite place a finger on. Gibbs spared a moment then to introduce himself, "Special Agent Gibbs." Harry nodded and replied, "Harry Potter."

As the rest of the MCRT observed the puzzling man's grin, they looked from Gibbs to the coffee in their hands. If Gibbs' reaction could cause such a smile then the drinks must be exquisite. They all took sips of their drinks and were hard pressed not to have a similar reaction to that of their Boss'.

Tony shook himself from his coffee induced stupor and commented, "You know what would make this better? Cookies!"

Suddenly a brown paper bag was under his nose and the pleasant aroma of warm cookies wafted from it. "Then it's lucky for you that each new customer gets a free serving of the Marauder's cookies!" Harry proclaimed letting Agent Dinozzo take the bag from his hands.

"Was Petty Officer Oliver Pilgrim a new customer Mr Potter?"