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Summertime

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Harry Potter

Warnings: Friendship, Caring, Family

Words: 3035

Summary: The start of a different summer for Harry after the Goblet of Fire thanks to Hermione and her family.

This story was written for the Navy Pier Secret Santa.

Disclaimer: This is fanfic work; no money is being made from this story. All recognizable characters belong to their respective creative authors, studios or producers.

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Harry rests his head on the train window, watching as the countryside passes by absentmindedly running his hand over Crookshanks fur, the half kneazle curled up in his lap. Ron sits next to him, blathering on as if he has no concerns in the world. Harry looks up as Ron nudges his arm again, “come on, mate, let’s play a game of exploding snap.”

Harry chooses to ignore Ron and instead looks back out the window. Again Ron nudges him, “mate, it’s the first day of summer. It’s time to have some fun.”

“Fun! Are you kidding me? With everything going on, that’s all you can think about?” Harry snaps.

On the seat across from him, Hermione closes the book she’s been reading, ready to intervene if needed.

“Harry, you heard Fudge. You know who is dead; if he isn't, mum reckons it's not our concern. We just need to let the adults, like Dumbledore, handle it….”

Hermione shakes her head as Harry looks at Ron like he’s lost the plot. “Ron, just SHUT UP! And if you can’t do that. Find somewhere else to sit.” Harry growls, trying to keep his voice even.

Ron looks at him incredulously, “why should I?”

“Because I’m tired of listening to you blather on about stupid shit.” Harry points out.

“Fine!” Ron harrumphs, grabbing his meager possessions, “Hermione, grab your things and that mangy cat so we can find somewhere else to sit.”

“Not bloody likely.” Hermione responds, “I am quite content to stay where I am, thank you very much. Also, in the future, you might consider asking; I am not a servant you can order about.”

A red blush clashing with the color of his hair crosses over his cheeks and spreads down his neck disappearing under his shirt collar. “Why do you always choose him? Huh.”

“He’s my best friend; he doesn't go around insulting me, my cat, or my parents. They may be muggles, but they are well-educated muggles who make a good living running their dental practice.”

“Whatever,” Ron rumbles as he exits the compartment.

“You didn't need to do that, Hermione,” Harry says dejectedly.

“Harry James Potter, now you listen here. I meant what I just said. You are unequivocally my best friend. If nothing else, this past year should have taught you that I will always be by your side.” She states, sitting down next to him, lacing her arm through his, and placing her head on his shoulder.

Over the next few hours, the two sat in companionable silence. When they were about twenty minutes from King’s Cross Station, they gathered their belongings. Harry even placed a reluctant Crookshanks into his carrier. When the train pulled into the station, they opted to be among the last to disembark, hoping to avoid the overcrowded station. On the other side of the barrier, Hermione’s parents are waiting. He watches as she hugs each of her parents before turning back to him; she then waves him over. Reluctantly Harry joins them.

“Mum, dad, this is my best friend, Harry.” Hermione states as her parents each extend a hand to shake Harry’s. “Harry, these are my parent's doctors Emma and Noah Granger.”

“Nice to meet you, sir, ma’am,” Harry replies quietly, remembering the manners Petunia drilled into him.

Taking a slight step back, Harry looked around the station to see if he could see either his aunt Petunia or uncle Vernon, but he saw neither. Noticing his dejected look, Noah speaks up, “is everything alright, Harry?”

“I was just looking for my relatives, but it looks like they haven't arrived.”

“Actually, Hermione has told us about your family situation and also about everything that has gone on this school year. I hope you don't mind, but Emma and I took it upon ourselves to speak with your relatives and have gotten permission for you to spend the summer with our family if you like.”

“Really?” Harry asked in surprise.

Emma smiled, “does that sound ok to you?”

“It does,” Harry replied eagerly.

“Well, let's get a move on then.”

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Harry looked out in awe when they arrived at Hermione’s home. It is a lovely well, kept two-story brick house. They exited the family’s Range Rover and gathered their belongings. Noah paused at the door before opening it, “now, sweet pea, we have a surprise for you inside.” He then opens the door and lets his daughter pass.

“OMG!!! UNCLE OWEN!!!” he hears Hermione shout as he follows her. Entering the front door, he sees her leap into the arms of an older gentleman. They hug as he spins her around.

When her feet touch the ground, she turns, “uncle Owen I would like you to meet my best friend, Harry Potter.”

Owen leads them to the young man, saying, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. Hermione and my brother, her father, have told me about you and updated me on your situation.”

“They have?” Harry asked, confused, “but isn't that a violation of the statute of secrecy.”

“How about we all have a seat, and I will explain why in this instance, it isn't.”

Harry nods in agreement, and everyone takes a seat in the lounge.

“The reason there hasn't been a violation of the statute of secrecy is that I am not a muggle,” Noah starts, “I am a squib, and my brother is a pureblood.”

“Oh,” Harry states, unsure what else he should say.

“I am also not British, Harry; as my wife and daughter keep reminding me, I have not lost my American accent. For the most part, American families these days don't kick out or disown their squib children.”

“Noah here got applied to dental school and was accepted to King’s College in London. On the other hand, I started working for MACUSA and am now the Assistant Director of NCIS for Special Operations and a special liaison between MACUSA and NCIS.”

“That's pretty cool.”

“In some of her letters, Hermione has mentioned some concerns about you having to stay with your relatives. She stated that Professor Dumbledore told her there were some protections in place. Is this correct?”

“Hary nods, “yes, he stated, my mother, placed wards on my aunt's property that can keep us safe.”

“Well, when I arrived a week ago, I brought with me a couple of co-workers who are master ward breakers and builders. According to them, your mother's wards have eroded over the years and are almost non-existent. I had them put new wards in place that should hold until you become of age.”

“So they’ll be protected in the house until I turn seventeen?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you very much, sir, how much do I owe you? I would need to make a trip to Gringotts to access my trust vault.”

“Harry, you owe me nothing. This is my repaying the debt when you saved my niece from a troll in her first year.”

“Thank you, uncle Owen. Mum, dad, what will you be doing this summer?”

“Well, with Harry’s family’s approval, we got him a passport, so the two of you will be traveling to the US for the summer.”

Hermione squealed in excitement as she hugged Harry, sitting next to her. Harry was utterly still and in shock.

“I…I get … to travel… this… this… summer?” Harry asked shakily.

“Yes, in two days, I have a special international portkey that will take us to MACUSA headquarters in New York, and from there, we will take another portkey to NCIS headquarters located at the Navy Yard in DC. As I may be required to travel during your stay, a colleague and his wife have agreed to keep an eye on you if needed.”

“Is it Gibbs and Abby?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, kiddo, it is.”

“That’s awesome. You’ll like them, Harry. Gibbs tends to be quiet; he's a former Marine sharpshooter and into woodworking. Abby is super knowledgeable and a half-blood witch from New Orleans.”

“Ok,” Harry states, a little overwhelmed.

Emma turned to Hermione, “sweet pea can you take your things upstairs and show Harry the guest room next to yours? This way, you can both get settled. By the time you're done, we’ll order some pizza for dinner and decide what to do with the rest of our evening.”

“Sure, mum. Come on, Harry.”

The two teens go up, and together they carry their belongings upstairs.

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The next day Owen took the teens to Diagon Alley, where he took Harry to Gringotts to get some spending money. Surprisingly Owen had made an appointment with the Potter Account manager, a Goblin named Sharp Axe. The meeting took longer than planned as Harry had never met with the goblin, though the account manager had sent several requests. When it was also revealed that Harry had only had fleeting possession of his trust vault key, a new one was issued, and an audit of vault transactions was automatically triggered. Owen enquired if the British branch of Gringotts issued debit cards for its patrons to use in the muggle world, which they do for a small fee. One was issued to Harry. Owen then handed one to Hermione for a vault he had started for her at the DC branch of Gringotts.

The trio continued stopping at ‘The Trunk Shop’ to buy two high-quality, lightweight travel trunks with glammers for muggle travel. From there, they left the Alley and headed to Marks and Spencers so Harry could buy some new clothes that fit.

For the remainder of the day, Hermione plays tour guide showing Owen and Harry some of her favorite spots in London, from The Tower of London to Madame Tussauds to Buckingham Palace, and finishing the day off with the London Eye.

The following day the three travelers have everything packed and enjoy a light breakfast at Owen's suggestion. “Portkeys are rough on the uninitiated traveler, but international portkeys are even worse as they are slightly longer in duration. There is a dinner outside the Navy Yard, and I will treat you to a meal once we arrive there.”

Harry and Hermione nod in agreement though both look a little apprehensive, remembering the portkey they took to the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer.

At promptly nine am, the rope portkey activated, taking the trio from Tottenham to New York. There they went through international customs and then proceeded to the regional portkey office, from which they took a special portkey that would allow them to travel directly to the NCIS Headquarters.

When they arrived, they heard a giddy yell and a black-and-white blur that rushed in and engulfed Hermione in a bear hug. “You’re finally here. I’m so excited.”

Hermione returned the hug, “it’s so good to see you, Abby. I’ve missed you.” The two separated; she then noticed Gibbs standing by the wall with an amused grin on his face. Walking over to him, she hugged him, “it's good to see you, Gunny.”

“It’s good to see you too, kid,” Gibbs states as he hugs her back. When he steps back, he gives her a quick once over, “did you manage to stay out of trouble this year.”

“Kinda… the year was interesting, to say the least… Abby, Gunny, I’d like you to meet my best friend, Harry Potter.”

Harry raises his hand in an award wave gesture, “Hi.”

Gibbs then turns to Owen, “Director Vance wants to see you immediately. Sounded urgent when he made the request.”

Owen nods but looks at the kids, unsure what to do with them.

“I’ve already clocked out for the day. How about I take them home with me,” Abby suggests.

“That works,” Owen responds, reaching into his wallet and pulling out two fifty-dollar bills, “I promised them some food from the dinner.”

Abby leads the two teens out of the transportation room and heads to the parking lot to Abby’s SUV. “What happened to the hearse?” Hermione asked the other woman.

“The hearse blew a head gasket, and the engine seized. Not to mention a few other mechanical issues. Jethro convinced me it was time to let her go and get something else.”

“Well, this is very nice.”

“Thanks.”

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A couple of hours later, Gibbs and Owen walk into his house, and there they see Hermione setting the dining table as Abby brings serving dishes of food to the table. Harry is grilling the steaks that he had found marinating earlier in the day at the fireplace in the living room.

‘What's going on here?” Owen asks, chuckling.

Abby pauses with a smile, “Harry offered to cook us all dinner. He’s grilling the marinated steaks, made mashed potatoes, and green beans. Hermione made the salad, and I made some sweet tea.”

Harry brings the steaks over to the table, and everyone sits down. Throughout the meal, small talk is enjoyed by everyone. After asking Abby to prepare the spare room for guests, Gibbs insists on doing the dishes, and Owen takes the two teens out back. “The director has given me a new set of marching orders, and I am on a plane leaving for LA later tonight.” He then looks directly at Hermione, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart; I know this is not how we planned your summer vacation.”

“It’s ok, uncle Owen. We knew that there was a chance of something like this happening. That's why we planned to stay with Abby and the Gunny.”

Once their talk is over, Owen heads out to stop at headquarters before making his flight, and the teens return inside. Abby takes them upstairs; she leads Hermione to Kelly’s old bedroom and Harry to the guest room next door. “This is an older house, so there is only one full bath with a tub, shower combo, and a half bath downstairs. Meaning we all gotta share, so please be considerate and don't use up all the HOT water.”

The teens take their travel trunks into the bedrooms and unpack as Abby returns downstairs, where she joins Gibbs on the couch.

“That poor boy,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder. “It's going to be ok, Abbs; they’ll be with us most of the summer. You can mother-hen them both, plus we’ll get Ducky to give him a once over. You can brew all the potions he could need to get him into shape.”

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Harry wakes up the following day as someone sits on the edge of his mattress. Blindly he reaches over onto the nightstand for his glasses. Fumbling a little, he slides them on his face as he sits up.

“Morning, Harry,” Hermione intones cheerfully, giving him a quick hug. “It’s nine-thirty; time to get up. I’ve already showered, so the bathroom is yours.”

“Cheers,” Harry mumbles, pulling back his blanket and stumbling to the dresser where he had put his clothes the night before. Hermione returned to her room as Harry got ready for the day.

The duo makes their way downstairs together. They are surprised to see Abby sitting on the couch with her iPad reading. “Morning, you two. Did you sleep well?” She asks, looking up at them.

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry responds automatically.

Hermione grins, “slept like a log.”

“I’m glad. There is tea and coffee in the kitchen and OJ and Apple juice in the fridge. Sorry pumpkin is a little harder to come by.”

Harry shudders, “that’s an acquired taste, but not something I choose unless I have to.” “Ditto,” Hermione chimes in.

“For food, I had Jethro grab an assortment of fresh bagels this morning. We have jams and cream cheese for toppings. We also have the fixings for oatmeal or some cold cereals.”

“Do you want a bagel?” Hermione asks Harry as she enters the kitchen.

“Sure…;” Harry says hesitantly. “I’ve never had a bagel before,” he admits.

“That’s ok; you’ll like them,” Hermione adds as she puts one into the toaster.

Harry meanwhile joins in the kitchen, taking two coffee mugs from the dish rag, pouring some in each mug, and doctoring it up to each of their tastes. He sets them out on the table where they had eaten the night before. He returns to the kitchen and also pours each of them a glass of OJ. As he sets the glasses on the table, Hermione brings out a jam jar and a tub of cream cheese before returning to the kitchen for the toasted bagels.

Abby joins them at the table, “so what would you two like to do today? Jethro and I have taken some time off from work. Mind you, for the first week of vacation, I don't want to hear the words summer reading assignments or homework.” she tells them, giving Hermione a knowing look.

Harry tries to hide a smirk behind his coffee mug as Hermione levels a glare in his direction. But before she can say anything the basement door opens and Gibbs steps through dressed in ripped jeans, and a faded Marine t-shirt wiping his hands on an old rag. He steps up behind Abby, grasps the coffee mug she has in her hand, and takes a sip. “So, what's the plan for the day.”

Abby leans into Gibbs’ body, “how about today is a lazy day?”

“Like recreational reading?” Hermione asks excitedly.

Harry groans in resignation. Causing Gibss to chuckle. “Well, you ladies enjoy your books. Harry care to join me in the basement?”

“Uh…” Harry is unsure how to respond.

“Harry, it’s ok. I think you’ll like what the Gunny wants to show you.” Hermione tells him with encouragement.

“Ok,” Harry states, curious about what could be down there.

Harry follows Gibbs down in the basement when breakfast is finished and the dishes have been cleaned up. About halfway down the steps, Harry stops; he gasps in shock. There, in the basement, is the framework for a wooden boat.

“WOW!!! This is awesome,” Harry exclaims as he goes the rest of the way down the stairs. Tentatively he touches the wood.

Gibbs picks up one of his tools and shows him how to use it on the wood. The two then begin working together in comfortable silence. The only sound was the tools gliding across the wood.

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