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      Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black, Dudley_Dursley, Draco_Malfoy, Remus_Lupin,
      Peter_Pettigrew, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Luna_Lovegood, Ginny
      Weasley, Neville_Longbottom, Aurora_Sinistra, Filius_Flitwick, Poppy
      Pomfrey, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Lily
      Evans_Potter, Astoria_Greengrass
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      IN_SPACE!, Space_Opera, Alternate_Universe_-_Science_Fiction, Torture,
      Kissing, First_Kiss, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Oral_Sex, Mutual
      Masturbation, Explicit_Consent, First_Time, Vaginal_Sex, Harry_Potter
      POV, Realistic_Anatomy, POC_Hermione_Granger, Ginny_Weasley_POV, Hermione
      Granger_POV, Luna_Lovegood_POV, Astoria_Greengrass_pov, Black_Hermione
      Granger, POV_Character_of_Color, LGBTQ_Character_of_Color, Pansexual
      Character, POV_Alternating, POV_Multiple, POV_Third_Person_Limited
  Series:
      Part 5 of Amongst_the_Stars
  Collections:
      Bisexual_Visibility, Queer_Characters_Collection, Death_Stories, HP
      Diversity, Rare_Fic, Hold_Your_Fire_No_Canon_Required
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-30 Completed: 2014-08-06 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 16439
****** Immortality Amongst the Stars ******
by pommedeplume
Summary
     Queen Lily and King James of the United Technological Planets have
     been killed by Admiral Tom Riddle (a cyborg also known as Lord
     Voldemort) and their son and heir Prince Harry has barely survived.
     Raised by his aunt and uncle who refused to tell him of his royal
     heritage, Harry finds himself thrust into a world he barely
     understands and finding friendship, romance and adventure.
Notes
     If you're coming to this story from reading The_Legacy_of_the_Wolf I
     wanted to make a note that this story is only sort in continuity with
     that fic.
     Eventually, once I finish TLOTW I will do an edit and combine this
     fic with its sibling fic, Hope and Sorrow Amongst the Stars, to
     create a new, better, long work that will have a great many changes
     and additions. The bones of this fic will be in there but the
     details, and particularly the ending will change.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue - Precious Cargo *****
A small pod silently soared across the stars, headed forward towards a green
planet nearby. The pod was small (for a space ship) and black and had two small
thrusters in the rear. Several other somewhat larger ships swiftly appeared
behind and began firing at it.
Inside the pod a very large light-skinned man with long shabby black hair and a
beard to match desperately tried to outmaneuver the enemy ships. Beside him a
baby slept silently. The baby had dark-skin, a tuft of black hair on its head,
startling green eyes and a scar on its forehead in the shape of a lightning
bolt. The man tried not to think about the scar too much or how he had obtained
it. The pain was too much.
One of the enemy ships was getting closer and the large man desperately tried
to dodge it’s fire; turning the pod anyway he could to avoid being hit. He
couldn’t risk the safety of his precious cargo. He had travelled too far to
lose everything this close to his destination. He couldn’t let Dumbledore down.
The little pod, which he sort of inherited from Lord Sirius Black who recently
went missing, only went so fast but he was giving it all he could.
Suddenly, he was struck by a blast and the pod began to spin out of control.
Shortly after that everything went dark.
——
Down on the planet below a severe looking woman with black hair, pale skin and
square goggles. She wore a metallic robe colored emerald green. She paced back
and forth in the dark in front of a moss covered hut. Periodically, she tapped
a small button on the side of her goggles. ‘Still nothing,’ she thought.
Minerva McGonagall was growing steadily impatient. Master of Hogwarts Academy
of Technology, Albus Dumbledore still hadn’t contacted her. She had managed to
contact Hagrid, finally, and find out he was coming here and that he was to
contact Dumbledore upon his arrival. She also knew that Hagrid had with him a
parcel, something related to the royal family, now all dead for the past month.
Admiral Tom Riddle, now calling himself Lord Voldemort, attacked the capitol
and murdered Queen Lily and King James. Prince Harry, still a baby, disappeared
but he was presumed dead. Minerva desperately wanted to believe Harry was alive
but she had too many doubts to ever truly entertain the idea.
A distant sound began to creep into Minerva’s hearing and she her head to the
sky to see a tiny black pod sailing down to the ground. Wait. No. It wasn’t
sailing… it was crashing! And just then her goggles activated and began to
project a hologram of Albus Dumbledore. He was tall, thin and had a silver hair
and beard. He wore a purple metallic robe not that dissimilar to her emerald
green one.
“Hello, Mistress McGonagall. I should have known you’d be there. Has Hagrid
arrived with the parcel?” he said.
“No, Albus, he’s crashing!” she replied.
“Well, then we should help him out, I’d think.”
Minerva tapped her wrist which held a bracelet with a variety of buttons and
lights. A large glowing beam projected out of it and the crashing pod was just
barely caught in it. Its descent slowed and instead of crashing it landed with
a bit of a thud.
For a moment nothing happened and Minerva held her breath, paralyzed. Then the
pod’s only door opened slowly and Rubeus Hagrid exited holding a small bundle
in his very large arms. Hagrid was easily more than twice Minerva’s size. He
was half-alien from a planet of giants on the distant edge of the galaxy. He
was well known in these parts as an expert in alien creatures and resided at
Hogwarts where he sometimes taught courses on how to properly interact with
them. Minerva thought he was too careless but she appreciated his big heart.
“I see Voldemort’s ships gave you some trouble,” the hologram of Dumbledore
said.
“Yes, sir. They came at me pretty strong, but I mostly dodged ‘em.” Hagrid
looked back at the pod and repeated, “mostly.”
“Albus, is that…” Minerva started to say only for Hagrid to walk forward with
the bundle and reveal Prince Harry Potter to her, sleeping soundly to her
surprise. Minerva teared up and pulled out a rag to dab at her eyes.
“Well, why have we brought him here? And how is he alive?” Minerva asked.
“I sent Hagrid to palace to retrieve him after the attack. He has been in
Hagrid’s care since then while I searched for this place which is where his
aunt and uncle live,” Albus said.
“You can’t mean these people who live here,” Minerva said and gestured at the
moss covered hut.
“It’s the best place for him. His aunt may have rejected her ties to the royal
family but she should still be able to explain everything when he is older,”
Albus said, but Minerva still held her doubts. It was only her respect for
Dumbledore that stayed her complaints now.
“I’ve left a letter with Hagrid, since they have no technology here,” Albus
added.
In the meantime, a quietly sobbing Hagrid was placing baby Harry on their
doorstep along with the letter. Minerva thought this whole thing was foolhardy
and wondered if Harry wouldn’t be better off permanently under Hagrid’s care,
perhaps with some outside supervision. She understood that Harry needed to
remain hidden from any of Voldemort’s remaining followers but she had watched
these people today. They couldn’t be more different from her and Albus and
others like them.
“Well, I guess I must head back to my ship, though I am tempted to stay here
for awhile longer,” Minerva said.
“Nonsense. You are needed back at Hogwarts, Mistress,” Albus responded. Albus
then looked over at baby Harry and said, “Good luck,” then the hologram
disappeared. Hagrid went over to the pod, which seemed to still be functional,
to his relief. Minerva walked off into the dark and in her heart she hoped for
the best for the boy who lived.
***** General Snape *****
Harry Potter awoke to a dark room. The steel floor beneath his body was cold.
He pulled himself up and lights came on around him. There was a sound of air
pressure being released and a man walked into the room. He wore black robes and
a black cape. He was very pale and had greasy shoulder length hair.
“Who are you?” Harry asked.
“General Severus Snape,” the man answered.
“Where am I?” Harry asked as Snape pace slowly around him. Snape stopped pacing
and turned to face Harry directly. Harry felt uncomfortable as Snape’s black
eyes focused on his own green eyes.
“We are on my ship, the Cruciatus, and you are my prisoner,” he answered.
“But what would you want with me?” Harry asked.
“I don’t want anything with you. As far as I’m concerned you can rot here in
this detention cell forever, Potter. You are here because the Dark Lord
commands it.”
“The Dark Lord?”
“Lord Voldemort. Though most know him as Admiral Tom Riddle,” Snape said.
“I don’t understand. I’ve never even left my village. Why go to all this
trouble just for me?” Harry said.
“A prince is quite the prize, Potter,” Snape said with a bemused look on his
face.
“A prince? No, I’m sorry but you are mistaken. I’m not a prince. I’m just… a
person. A regular person!” Harry said.
“Hmph. Don’t you know anything, Potter?” Snape said with annoyance.
Harry stood there for a moment then said, “If you don’t care what happens to me
why do you sound so disgusted when you say my name?”
Snape froze, clearly taken aback. Ignoring Harry’s question, Snape said, “You
are the prince and heir to the throne of the United Technological Planets.”
“But… my aunt and uncle said my parents worked on freighters and were killed in
a tech malfunction!” Harry said, distressed.
“Your muggle aunt and uncle lied,” Snape said. He actually looked offended,
somehow.
“Muggle?” Harry asked.
“Yes. It’s what those of us who use tech call those who choose to live a life
free of tech. Your aunt could’ve lived a life of luxury at the palace. She
could have even been queen! But she rejected that life,” Snape said. Harry
noticed that the longer the conversation went on the more emotional Snape’s
responses seemed to be getting. This all seemed oddly personal for him.
“So what are you going to do to me?” Harry asked.
Snape scoffed. “I’m not going to do anything though I may send a friend to look
after you later.” Snape smiled wickedly then added, “Once the capitol is fully
under the Dark Lord’s control he will decide what to do with you, though I can
assure you it won’t be pretty.”
“What have you done with my aunt, uncle and cousin?” Harry asked.
“I destroyed that disgraceful hobble you called a home. Your cousin actually
tried to rescue you. Fool. My men shot him dead. Your uncle then fell to his
knees and begged for his life. Pathetic. We spared them in any event. My orders
were only to capture you and kill anyone who tries to stop me,” Snape replied.
“Dudley… is dead?” Harry asked. He couldn’t believe it. He and Dudley Dursley
had rarely gotten along. But he was still family and had been a part of his
life as far back as he could remember.
“Yes,” Snape answered. There was a twinge of something that looked like regret
on his face for just a moment but it quickly disappeared.
“Well, Potter, I would love to stand here and chat about our feelings but I
have a starship to command. I’ll send someone by later,” Snape said then with a
swish of of his cape he turned and exited the cell.
Harry fell back against a corner as soon as Snape was gone. How was this really
happening he wondered. It didn’t seem real. Just two days ago Harry was
privately celebrating his seventeenth birthday and wishing he had friends or a
family that cared to celebrate it with him. Now he was who-knows-where locked
up in a detention cell on a starship. Somehow he had gone from barely knowing
much about the war to being thrust directly into the middle of it. And he was a
prince! It was hard for him to even understand that.
Just then he heard a sound that sounded a bit like a voice coming from a vent
in the front right corner of the room. Harry ran over to it and stood on the
bench that was underneath it and yelled up at it, “Hello?”
“Shhh,” the voice on the other side said in a whisper. “We don’t want to be
heard, Harry.”
“Okay. Who are you?” Harry asked.
“No, didn’t imagine you would recognize my voice. Not after all this time,” the
man said. He sounded tired and altogether not well.
“No I don’t. Sorry,” Harry said.
“That’s alright. My name is Sirius Black. I’m your godfather.”
***** A Nice Guy *****
“My what?” Harry asked in surprise, a little louder than he intended.
“Godfather. Lower your voice!” Sirius said.
“I don’t suppose I’ll be needing a godfather now that I’m already grown up,”
Harry said.
“Don’t be ridiculous Harry, I’m the only family you’ve got,” Sirius said.
Harry sat their quietly for a moment and he realized that this man had known
his parents. The ones he only just learned hadn’t been technicians on a
freighter but instead rulers of the galaxy.
“So you knew my parents,” Harry said.
“I did. James especially. We were like brothers, Prongs and I,” Sirius said.
“Prongs?” Harry asked, confused.
“Oh it’s a nickname. Mine’s Padfoot. There were four of us. Called ourselves
the Marauders and we each had a nickname. The other two were Moony and
Wormtail.”
“And who were they,” Harry asked, genuinely interested.
“You mean who are they. I assume they are both alive. In the case of Moony I am
grateful if he is alive and in the case of Wormtail I would like to see to it
that changes. Wormtail, after all is the man responsible for the death of your
parents. He showed Voldemort the way into the palace. I found him there after
the attack trying to desperately save what remained of the Dark Lord,” Sirius
said then made a disgusted sound.
“We both made for our energy pistols but to my shock Wormtail shot himself in
the hand. He blasted off a finger!” Sirius made frustrated sounds then
continued, “I was so stunned I didn’t know what to do when I felt a blast hit
me from behind. The next thing I know I’m waking up here with Snivellus
standing over me.”
“Snivellus?”
“Oh it’s what James and me used to call Snape back at Hogwarts,” Sirius
explained. “He was always a creepy git. He was obsessed with your mother. I
think he really thought she was in love with him.”
“Wait! That man knew my mother?” Harry asked.
“Oh yes. And your father. Oh he hated, your father. And I really think when
Lily married James that was the final straw for him. He joined the Dark Lord
and his Death Eaters and never looked back,” Sirius said.
Harry now realized why Snape said his name with such disgust and why he seemed
more personally invested than he was willing to let on.
“So he was in love with my mother?” Harry asked.
“Ha. If you can call that love. I bet he really thought he was a nice guy. I
think he really just wanted to fuck her,” Sirius said..
“But she wouldn’t give him the time of day?”
“Well… she did. They were friends you see. Good friends in fact. They knew each
other before any of us came to Hogwarts actually.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Sirius’s tone had become more serious. “They were close. But something
happened… I’m not sure what it was. But when our second to last year at
Hogwarts started Snape and Lily were no longer around each other. And then she
started dating James at the end of that year. In the meantime, Snape was making
friends with all the people who ended up being Voldemort’s Death Eaters. In our
last year, the Admiral came to the academy and recruited them all.”
“And no one tried to stop him?” Harry questioned.
“Stop him? He was a top ranking military officer. No one batted an eye. Sure,
he was fucking terrifying. I’ve seen some cyborgs in my day but never one like
him. But still, he had a solid service record and no one could have predicted
he’d start an uprising and kill the royal family… well most of it anyhow,”
Sirius said.
“Who was the other friend?” Harry asked.
“Moony. Remus Lupin. And he was more than just a friend. He was my lover. Still
might be, if he doesn’t think I’m evil. Snape says that everyone believes I am
responsible for James and Lily’s deaths you see. The thought that Moony might
believe I’m capable of that…” Sirius trailed off and didn’t speak again until
Harry said, “If he really knew you and loved you then surely he knows you
couldn’t have done it?”
“Maybe. None of us saw Wormtail’s betrayal coming though. Hmm… I suppose James
might’ve. He had many eyes and ears looking out for him. But if he suspected
anything he kept it to himself. And why would he choose to give Wormtail the
access codes to the secret tunnels right before the attack if he did suspect
something,” Sirius replied.
Suddenly, the door to Harry’s cell opened and a slender young man with blond
hair and pale skin walked in, holding some sort of black rod that made a
buzzing sound.
“Hello, Potter,” the young man said. “I’m here to torture you.”
***** Troubled Young Man *****
“You must be Snape’s friend,” Harry said, trying to hide his nervousness.
“I suppose I am,” the young man answered.
“Well who are you then?” Harry asked.
“Draco Malfoy,” he said. “You’ve probably heard of my family.”
“No. Sorry,” Harry said.
“Nevermind then. Enough chatting,” Draco said and approached Harry but then
stopped short. Harry’s anxiety was running high but he didn’t understand why
Draco was stopping. Harry stared at the buzzing rod with trepidation.
“Are you ready, Potter?” Draco asked. Harry didn’t respond to this as he wasn’t
sure how he was meant to. Was there really a person who was ready to be
tortured? And Draco was still just standing there and Harry realized that Draco
couldn’t do it. He could even look in his eyes and see that he was nearly as
afraid as Harry. Harry realized he had to do something.
“You don’t want to do this,” Harry said.
“Of course I do!” Draco responded.
“No. No you don’t. You’re scared. I can tell,” Harry said. It was almost as if
pointing out Draco’s fear had increased Draco’s fear because he was now
trembling.
“How did you even end up here?” Harry asked.
“My family sent me here. Said that I should work in service of the Dark Lord,”
Draco answered.
“You’re not cut out for this,” Harry said.
“Well what am I supposed to do? Let you go? They’ll kill me!” Draco said. Harry
was surprised to even see Draco saying anything about letting Harry go,
unprompted.
“Help me and my godfather escape. Come with us!” Harry said.
“Come with you?” Draco asked, sounding nearly repulsed.
“Yes. You’re not made out for this, Draco. Help us and we’ll help you,” Harry
said.
“I can’t!” Draco yelled and Harry knocked the rod from Draco’s hands. Harry
tackled Draco then grabbed the rod which he then pointed at Draco, albeit not
close enough to accidentally use it.
“You can,” Harry said.
Draco and Harry slowly got off the floor. Harry thought Draco looked miserable.
“Open up the door,” Harry said. Draco pushed some buttons and the door opened.
Harry then gestured for Draco to go out the door with Harry following.
“Okay, now open the room next to mine,” Harry said and Draco again pushed some
buttons and the door opened. Slowly, a man with long black hair and skin that
looked unhealthily pale came out. Harry realized all the years in captivity had
taken a toll on him.
“Now show us the way out,” Harry said. Harry realized at this point that Draco
could simply run if he wanted. But strangely Draco was remaining here. Harry
also wondered why there were no guards about. Perhaps, it was to hide the
torture. Just then the sound of footsteps began to echo in the hallway.
“What is this?” the voice of Severus Snape echoed.
“Snivellus!” Sirius barked.
“What are Black and Potter doing out of their cells, Draco?” Snape asked. Draco
didn’t answer.
“Just like you, Snivellus. Sending a boy to do your dirty work!” Sirius said.
Snape shoved Sirius against the wall.
“The Dark Lord commanded it!” Snape responded and threw Sirius to the ground.
“You always were a creepy git, Severus,” Sirius said from the floor, “but you
were never evil. What happened? Is it really just because Lily didn’t love
you?” Snape didn’t respond.
Harry looked over and saw that Draco had taken the opportunity to run away. In
desperation, Harry pushed Snape out of the way and grabbed Sirius by the hand
and ran after Draco. If Draco planned to escape then they needed to follow him.
Harry ran as fast as he could but Sirius was in bad shape and simply couldn’t
keep up. And where were the guards? All these corridors and no guards? It
didn’t make sense.
After running for what felt like an hour but was probably only minutes they
reached a large room that opened into space. Harry felt the overwhelmed for a
moment. Just then a vessel parked near the opening into space began to lift off
and Harry could see Draco’s face in the main window and knew he had been too
late to catch him.
“Well, that’s not good,” Sirius said. “Looks like we’ve nowhere else to run.
And Snivellus should be right behind us,” Sirius said but that last bit almost
sounded like a question and he turned around to look back at the doorway but
jumped when a loud sound roared and Harry watched as another somewhat larger
vessel entered the room from space.
Harry extended the rod in front of him as if that would stop whatever attackers
were on that ship. After a moment a door on the side of the ship opened and a
platform extended out. Five people in suits and helmets exited the ship with
guns at the ready and march toward Harry.
As they slowly approached, Harry was filled with dread as he was certain this
was the end.
***** The Marauder *****
“What’s your problem mate?” one of the people in suits and helmets said in a
muffled electronic voice and removed their helmet, revealing a red-haired young
man.
“We’re here to rescue you and you look like you’re ready to attack us with
that… thing!” he said.
“You have guns!” Harry said.
“Yeah! For the guards you git!” the red-headed young man responded. “Wait.
Where are the guards?”
“We don’t know. Maybe they had a late lunch,” Harry responded.
“A late lunch?” Ron said.
“Nevermind,” Harry said.
Harry had to admit the whole gang looked pretty cool. Their suits where form
fitting but didn’t look too tight. Harry thought they appeared to be made from
some sort of rubber and they were grey colored. The helmets were small and
round, with black plastic in the front and a red ring around the bottom that
connected with the mouth piece that was black with blinking red lights that
activated when anyone spoke or breathed.
The other four individuals finally removed their helmets revealing a girl with
dirty blonde hair, another girl with hair as red as the first boy, a girl with
bushy brown hair, and a round-faced boy with blond hair.
“I’m Ron,” the red-haired young man said. “This is my sister, Ginny,” he said
pointing at the red-haired girl who said, “Hi.”
“That’s Luna.” The girl with dirty blonde hair said, “Hello.”
“That’s Neville,” referring to the blond haired boy who raised a hand in
greeting.
“And that’s Hermione.” The girl with bushy brown hair nodded, politely.
“We’re adventurers and we’re here to rescue you,” Ron said with a big grin,
perhaps forgetting that he’d already mentioned the rescue part.
“Okay, let’s go then,” Harry said.
“Aren’t you impressed?” Ron asked.
“Not really. It’s been a weird day,” Harry replied.
“Who’s he? He looks like shit, mate.” Ron pointed at Sirius.
“My godfather. And I’m not your mate.”
“Oh. Alright.” Ron gestured for them to follow as everyone made their way back
into the ship.
Harry followed and tried to make sure Sirius, who had remained silent this
whole time, didn’t fall as he seemed very weak. The ship consisted of a single
hallway that led to some cabins and then one large room that contained the
cockpit. Once on the ship Sirius suddenly let go of Harry and yelled, “This is
our ship!”
“You’re wrong about that,” Neville said. “We bought it on a junk freighter. It
was quite a steal actually.”
“Of course it was a steal! It’s stolen!” Sirius said, in a irritated tone.
“You say ‘our ship’,” the girl Ron had called Hermione said. “What do you
mean?”
“I mean that this ship belonged to me and Harry’s father and our friends,”
Sirius said.
“Well it doesn’t now,” Ron said.
“The map!,” Sirius exclaimed and ran forward to a console that stood in the
center of the main room. “The Marauder’s Map!”
“Eh?,” Neville said. “We just call it ‘the map’.”
“But you don’t understand! This is the greatest map of the galaxy that has ever
existed!” Sirius said, not even trying to contain his excitement.
“Sorry, but there are bigger maps now, Mr. Black,” Hermione said.
“Oh but it’s not the size of the… what’d you say?” Sirius said.
“There are bigger maps,” Hermione said.
“No, the other part,” Sirius said.
“Mr. Black?” Hermione replied, nervously.
“Yes! I don’t recall Harry telling you my name,” Sirius said, his tone grim.
“Oh. Sorry. I know who you are though. You’re Sirius Black. You’re wanted
across the galaxy for treason and the murder of Peter Pettigrew.”
“The murder of Peter Pettigrew!” Sirius said with disgust.
“Well, I don’t believe it. But the rest of the galaxy certainly does,” Hermione
said.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe with us,” the girl called Luna said, her voice calm
and dreamy as Ron cursed about something in the cockpit.
“Heh. Well, in any event, I’m safer here than back in that bloody cell,” Sirius
said. “But as I was saying, this map is The Marauder’s Map. Sure the basic tech
is no doubt outdated but we made many special modifications. For one thing it
has a tracking system that I know no other ship has now. It can actually use
the communications equipment to download into the other ship’s computers and
find out any names associated with that vessel. This is tech we designed along
with the software.”
“We’ve never found anything like that,” Neville said.
“Of course not. That’s the beauty of it!” Sirius said, a smile actually on his
face. “And there’s more!” Everyone stared at Sirius completely confused,
including Harry.
“This map maybe not be as big as other maps but for what it covers it has more
in depth detail and secrets and hidden places than any other map. Me and my
friends spent a lot of time exploring even while at Hogwarts. And then some
before…” but Sirius trailed off.
“Yes, but Mr. Black this map doesn’t have anything like that,” Hermione said.
“Oh but it does!,” Sirius said and gestured for everyone to come in close. He
then pressed four buttons on the keyboard: M-W-P-P.
“Mwuh puh-puh?” Neville said. Sirius gave Neville a baffled look and shook his
head.
“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. The Marauders!” Sirius answered. The
computer in the meantime was making various beeping sounds and then said,
“Password.”
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” Sirius said.
“Marauder’s Map activated. Welcome back, Padfoot. It has been sixteen years
since your last login.” Sirius looked shocked but didn’t say anything.
Harry became uncomfortable with the silence and said, “So where are you taking
us?”
“The capitol to see Dumbledore, of course,” Luna said.
“Dumbledore!” Sirius exclaimed. “Brilliant. Yes, Dumbledore. He’ll help us,
Harry. Dumbledore is a good man,” Sirius said.
“He better be! He owes us for this rescue!” Ron yelled back at them. Sirius
ignored this and instead said, “I don’t suppose any of you know a man named
Remus Lupin?”
They all shook their heads and Sirius’s head lowered and he looked sad again.
Harry felt bad for the man, even if he had only met him a couple of hours ago.
“Let’s sit down, shall we,” Harry said and he and Sirius sat down at a nearby
table. Everyone else followed suit by sitting wherever seating was available.
Harry had noticed both the boy called Neville and Ron’s sister Ginny glancing
over at him from time to time and at one point he and Neville looked at each
other at the same time and both quickly looked away. Harry could feel his
cheeks flush.
Harry noticed Hermione spent a lot of time up in the cockpit with Ron and he
figured based on their body language that they might be a couple, though they
seemed very different from each other.
Luna sat at the table with Harry and Sirius but didn’t really say much for
awhile. But she didn’t seem awkward or nervousness. She seemed content and
Harry sort of admired her for it.
Finally he decided to speak to her, “So, uh, what do you do on the ship?”
“Oh, I’m sort of an expert in alien life forms,” Luna answered.
“Oh that’s brilliant,” Harry replied.
“Yes, I think so,” Luna said. Coming from someone else the words might have
seemed disinterested but with Luna she seemed somehow humble and confident at
the same time.
“How old is everyone?” Harry asked.
“Ron, Neville and Hermione are seventeen. Ginny and me are sixteen,” Luna said.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Harry asked.
“Shouldn’t you?” Luna asked.
“Well, yeah, but things have interfered,” Harry said.
“Same with us, I guess,” Luna said and Harry realized the situation was
probably more complicated than five teenagers running off to have a good time.
“Ron and Ginny have five older brothers. Four of them are at Hogwarts. Ron’s
mum isn’t too happy that Ginny ran off with Ron though. She wants them both to
go to Hogwarts,” Luna said.
Harry realized that he should probably find out exactly what Hogwarts was
sometime soon.
“Neville’s parents… they aren’t well. Death Eater’s tortured them, you see.
Hermione’s parents are fine. She convinced them that this would be a great way
to learn about the galaxy. And she’s right it is. She answered an advert Ron
put out looking for adventurers. So did Neville.”
“What about you Luna?” Harry asked.
“My mum’s dead. She was working on experimental tech. It blew up. My dad’s
alright, though. I’m friends with Ginny and I sort of followed her,” Luna said,
looking fondly over at Ginny. Harry quietly wondered if that was all they were.
The rest of the journey was surprisingly peaceful. Sirius fell asleep on the
table and Luna woke him up and took him to a cabin to sleep more comfortably.
Eventually Harry decided to slip away to cabin as well and was woke up by Luna
sometime later.
As he exited the cabin Harry felt overwhelmed to see a lush green planet below
getting closer. Sirius was also up and he yelled, “Welcome to Fidelius, Capitol
of the United Technological Planets and your true home, Harry!”
It was beautiful, Harry had to admit. The buildings below looked old but the
craftsmanship and the artistry were far beyond anything he had ever seen
before. Slowly the ship landed in a field in front of the largest building
which Harry assumed was the palace. Standing and waiting was a man in purple
robes and with long silver hair and beard.
A couple of minutes later the door out was opened and the platform lowered.
Everyone exited the vessel, clearly all happy to get some fresh air. Harry
wondered how long it had even been for most of them. And then he thought of how
long it had been for Sirius and was glad he helped him escape.
Outside the ship it was sunny and green. A light breeze tousled Harry’s messy
black hair. The grass in massive field surrounding the former palace had grown
high but it was no less beautiful for it. The silver haired man Harry assumed
was Albus Dumbledore walked up to greet them.
“Hello, Harry. It’s good to see you again,” Dumbledore said.
“We’ve never met,” Harry replied.
“Hmm. Nearly true. We’ve never met in person. But I was there in the form of a
hologram when you were left at the Dursley’s doorstep,” Dumbledore said.
“You left me the with the Dursleys? They were horrible!” Harry said, but then
felt bad when he remembered that Dudley was dead.
“I am sorry for that. But they were you only family you see. I knew they don’t
accept our ways but I thought maybe they would love you. I am truly sorry.”
Dumbledore seemed very sincere in Harry’s eyes.
Just then Harry heard a pained sound come from someone nearby. A man with light
brown hair flecked with grey in a blue-grey robe, that was far less resplendent
than the one Dumbledore wore, was running toward Sirius who Harry saw had begun
to cry.
“Moony!” Sirius screamed and the man in the blue-grey robe and embraced Sirius
hard and Sirius fell into him, clearly too weak to properly return the
affection. Harry could see the other man was crying too and Harry realized he
was Remus Lupin, Sirius’s former lover. Harry was happy to see them reunited
but decided to give them some space. The others were standing around talking on
the other side of the ship. Dumbledore gestured for Harry to follow him and
begun walking toward the palace.
Harry followed Dumbledore inside. The inside of the palace was in rough shape,
though he could see that it must’ve once been very beautiful. Their steps
echoed in the massive halls and Harry waited for Dumbledore to say something
but he remained silent.
Finally they reached a room with a large bay window. There was a settee
directly next to the window and nothing else. Dumbledore stood in front of it.
“I’m sorry you’ve had such a terrible ordeal, Harry,” Dumbledore finally said.
“Me too, sir. I’m just glad it’s all over,” Harry responded.
“Well, now that’s the problem. I’m afraid I’m about to ask a lot of you,”
Dumbledore said and Harry felt his stomach turn.
***** Hogwarts Academy *****
Harry watched as Dumbledore said, “I want you to go to Hogwarts Academy to
train how to use tech.”
“You… want me to go to school?” Harry asked.
“Hogwarts is much more than just a school, Harry. It’s an advanced tech
training academy,” Dumbledore answered.
“Yes but, sir, I don’t know anything about tech. I grew up on Squib. No one
cares about tech there,” Harry said.
“I understand, Harry. Not everyone who comes to Hogwarts Academy does. You
won’t be alone. And Harry I believe your training in tech to be vital for this
galaxy’s future,” Dumbledore said.
“Yes, but why, sir?” Harry asked.
“Because you bested Voldemort before and I believe you can again,” Dumbledore
replied.
“But I was just a baby. I don’t know how I stopped Voldemort but it wasn’t
anything I did!” Harry exclaimed. Dumbledore just stood there, his face
revealing nothing. Harry had the distinct feeling that Dumbledore was keeping
things from him.
“If you are to someday rule the galaxy then a proper training in tech will
provide you with credibility,” Dumbledore said.
“I don’t want to be king! Why does the galaxy even need to be ruled?”
“Oh you are very right, Harry. The galaxy doesn’t need to be ruled. But the
people who occupy it believe they do. I have done my best to keep the
government going without a ruler but everyone is so used to declarations and
decisions coming from an ultimate authority it makes process slow. We have
gotten better but once the war is over it might be helpful, at least for a
time, to have a king.”
Harry nodded but he wasn’t really certain he accepted that explanation.
Something about the galaxy being run by whoever happens to be related to
whoever ruled it before didn’t seem to make a lot of sense to Harry. Though he
had grown up far away from all that.
“Okay. I’ll do it,” Harry said.
“Good. I’ll make the arrangements immediately,” Dumbledore said. Harry nodded
and said, “Goodbye,” and walked back out of the palace.
Outside the group of five who had rescued him and Sirius were talking and
laughing outside of The Marauder.
“How’d it go, Harry?” Neville asked.
“Not bad, I suppose. He wants me to go to Hogwarts,” Harry replied.
“Yeah, we know,” Ginny said. The others nodded.
“You knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know mate. I guess we thought Dumbledore wanted to handle it,” Ron
said. Oddly, Harry didn’t feel as bothered by Ron calling him mate like he did
before.
“Well I guess you lot are you going to head back off then?” Harry asked.
“Yeah we are. And you’re coming with us,” Neville said.
“How’d you think you were getting to Hogwarts, Harry Potter?” Luna said.
“I suppose I haven’t really had time to think about it. So you all are going to
drop me off?”
“Well, not technically. We’re going to attend as well,” Hermione said.
“You are?” Harry said.
“Yes. Dumbledore is insists. My parents were overjoyed when I told them
actually,” Hermione said.
“When are we leaving?” Harry asked.
“Now,” Ron answered.
“But my godfather-“
“He’s fine. His friend is taking care of him,” Ginny said.
“Actually, they aren’t just friends,” Harry responded. Ginny smiled at this as
did everyone else but Ron who seemed confused but didn’t ask for any
explanation.
“Well… let’s go gang. Another adventure begins,” Ron said and everyone followed
him back onto The Marauder.
Days later they arrived at Hogwarts. On the journey they explained to Harry
that there were four divisions of Hogwarts Academy. You could select one of
them or a device known as the Sorting Hat could analyze your personality and
select one for you.
Harry had a bit of trouble understanding the differences between the divisions
as they all explained them while frequently talking over each other but he
thought he got the basics. Gryffindor trained explorers and future military
personnel. Ravenclaw was dedicated to the software side of tech. Hufflepuff
trained people who built large tech based machinery. And Slytherin focused on
human tech that was added to your own body. Voldemort had been a Slytherin.
They all were going to select Gryffindor, except for Luna Lovegood who was
interested in Ravenclaw. Harry thought it was a shame as he had become fond of
Luna in this short time.
Hogwarts was a large space station that looked like a castle. Once they docked
inside of it they were greeted by a very large man. He was nearly twice Harry’s
height and had a long tangled bushy black hair and beard. He seemed strangely
familiar but Harry couldn’t place him.
“Hello Harry!” the man said then grabbed Harry into a tight hug that nearly
crushed him. Harry didn’t think the man knew his own strength.
“Yeh don’ recognize me do yeh? I’m Rubeus Hagrid. I’m the keeper of the keys
here at Hogwarts,” Hagrid said and pulled a small device with a computer chip
sticking out of it that Harry assumed kept the keys.
“And I’m the one who brought yeh from the palace to yer Aunt and Uncle’s
house,” Hagrid said. Suddenly, a memory of a being in a large man’s arms
flashed into his mind and he knew where he recognized him.
“Oh. Well, thank you for that… I suppose. My Aunt and Uncle weren’t the best
people,” Harry said.
“I heard. Sorry about that,” Hagrid said.
“It’s alright. Thank you,” Harry said and the man smiled at him.
“Okay. Yeh’re all firs’ years. Follow me!” Hagrid said and led them away from
the hangar.
Hagrid took them to the Sorting Hat which was a brown helmet that had tons of
wires hanging out of it. None of them were interested in using it but
apparently if you were undecided on which division you belonged in it was very
useful.
“Okay. This is the great hall. Yeh’ll need to wai’ here for orientation,”
Hagrid said and opened the door revealing a blond haired figure facing inside
the hall who slowly turned around and Harry flinched as he realized he knew
this young man.
“Potter,” he said.
“Hello, Draco,” Harry said.
***** Learning *****
For a moment Harry and Draco just stared at each other, unsure of how to react.
Then Draco scowled and put his head down and walked back into the hall. Harry
and his new friends went and found seats inside. While everyone else was joking
and laughing next to him Harry found himself looking over at Draco and
wondering how exactly he ended up thoughts were eventually interrupted by the
arrival of Albus Dumbledore via hologram who welcomed everyone to another year
at the academy and explained the basics of how the school functioned. He
explained the four divisions of study but Harry already knew that information
very well thanks to his new friends. He also explained the living arrangements
which consisted of randomly selected roommates (though you could petition for a
change if you were unhappy with who the system put you with.)
After orientation Harry and the group explored Hogwarts a little. As much as
the outside looked like a castle the inside did as well. Only it was
constructed out of metal instead of stone. The school was one of the oldest
space stations in existence and it showed. Harry could see spots of rust though
the overall construction of the castle seemed very solid. And of course there
was spots of tech here and there though Harry didn't understand what any of it
was for. Harry certainly understood what computers were but he had never used
one. And nearly everything in the castle that served a function had a computer
of some sort attached to it.
The rest of his friends had plenty of experience with tech as they all grew up
around it. Harry realized he would likely end up asking for their help a lot
over the next year.
After a few hours of exploring everyone decided to go find their rooms and meet
their new roommates, except for Ginny and Luna who had ended up in the same
room. Harry had hoped he'd end up with someone from his friends but got no such
luck. Harry obtained his room key from a computer in the tenth floor main
corridor where his room was located. The key was kept on small device like the
one Hagrid had. When he found his room he had to insert the device into a slot
in the door which allowed one to enter the room for a short time before it
locked again.
However when Harry got to his room he again saw the familiar form of Draco
Malfoy putting in his key and going inside the room. Harry ran to get their
before it locked again and entered the room. The room continued the castle
theme with beds that appeared to be constructed from wood but were in fact
metal. Next to both beds was a nightstand which held a lantern but Harry could
see at a glance that it was tech and contained no actual fire.
Draco turned around and said, "What are you doing here, Potter?"
"Looks like we're sharing a room, unfortunately," Harry said. Draco just
shrugged and went to the bed on the left side of the room and laid down without
speaking again. Shortly after Harry did the same.
Things were silent for a bit. Harry tried resting his eyes but sleep wouldn't
come. The knowledge that the boy who not too long ago had tried and failed to
torture Harry was occupying his thoughts. And yet he felt sorry for the boy. He
knew nothing about him but he wasn't capable of torture and though he hadn't
stuck around to help Harry and Sirius escape at least he hadn't stuck around
and stayed in the Dark Lord's service.
After thinking for a bit Harry decided to try to talk to Draco a little. If he
was going to room with Draco for potentially four years it might be a good idea
to get to know him better.
"Draco I was wondering… how did you end up here at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
Draco looked over at Harry, clearly caught off guard.
"My parents. They gave Dumbledore a lot of money for repairs in exchange…"
Draco trailed off but then continued, "In exchange for protection."
"Protection from Voldemort?" Harry asked. Draco flinched at hearing the name
but nodded.
"Potter?" Draco asked, his face maintaining a scowl.
"Yes?" Harry said.
"I'm… sorry for trying to torture you. I didn't have a choice," Draco said.
"I understand," Harry said.
They didn't speak any further that night. The next day Harry began to study
tech with the other Gryffindors. They first attended a lengthy class on
Astronomy with Aurora Sinistra that Harry actually found to be pretty
interesting and another lengthy class on Transmogrification with Minerva
McGonagall which Harry didn't enjoy as much as it delved into complicated tech
concepts that he found difficult to understand.
That night in his room with Draco he was trying to do his transmog homework and
was struggling. Draco was busy doing his work as well but he must have noticed
because he asked Harry if he needed any help.
"No. I'll get it," Harry said.
"Suit yourself," Draco said. "I know not everyone comes from good families who
can afford a proper tech education."
Harry was outraged and sat up and looked over at Draco and said, "My family is
dead. And I grew up with my Aunt and Uncle who hate tech." Draco glanced over
at Harry then looked back at his work, his lips curling a little.
"Sorry, Potter. I forgot," Draco said. "What is it you're working on anyway?"
Harry sighed. "Transmogrification," he answered. Draco looked over and raised
his eyebrows.
"Pretty basic stuff, I should say," Draco said. "Let me help you," he added.
"Fine," Harry said. Harry sat came over to Draco's bed and both sat on the edge
of the bed, Draco positioning himself right next to Harry. Draco talked about
transmog for awhile with Harry. He wasn't exactly the best teacher and seemed
to have little patience for Harry's confusion. But Harry appreciated that he
was trying.
With Draco right next to Harry like this Harry couldn't help but notice how
handsome Draco was, with his pointed features, blond hair slicked back, grey
eyes looking intent as he spoke about transmogrification, and Harry found
himself staring at Draco's mouth as it moved. For reasons he didn't really
understand he impulsively put his mouth and Draco's and Draco jumped and pulled
away.
"What are you doing, Potter? Have you lost your mind?" Draco said, nearly
seething with anger.
"I don't know. I'm sorry," Harry said and started to get up but Draco stopped
him by grabbing hold of his hand.
"It's… it's alright. You just surprised me," Draco said, looking up at Harry,
his grey eyes looking directly into Harry's green ones. Draco stood up and
faced Harry directly. He put a hand on Harry's right shoulder.
"You can do it again, if you want. Just don't tell anyone. I don't think my
parents would approve," Draco said, looking away and seeming almost shy.
"Approve of what?" Harry asked.
Draco looked back at him, said, "Kissing someone who was raised by Muggles,"
and pressed his lips into Harry's. Harry stopped breathing for a moment as his
lips moved over Draco's. He felt his whole body warmer and his trousers became
a little tighter as Draco pushed his body into Harry's. They then fell back
onto Draco's bed and Draco slipped his tongue inside Harry's mouth which
surprised Harry but he quickly found he liked it and moved his tongue against
Draco's.
They stayed in this position for a few minutes before Draco finally pulled
away. Harry and Draco just stared at each other for a moment in silence before
Harry got up and without missing a beat Draco grabbed Harry's homework and
started talking about transmogrification again.
The rest of the school year was much like that first day. Harry learned a lot
about tech over the year but not nearly as much as he hoped. He spent most of
his free time with Ron, Neville, Ginny, Luna and Hermione and only saw Draco at
bedtime where Draco would sometimes help Harry with his homework and slightly
less frequently they would make out. Harry didn't think either of them wanted
anything more than that though sometimes when he wanked he imagined doing much
more with Draco than that.
At last the final month of the school year arrived and Harry realized it had
now been a year since Severus Snape had taken him from the Dursleys and his
cousin Dudley had been killed. He was standing at one of the Academy's large
windows and looking out at the stars and contemplating how much his life had
changed. A year ago he had no friends and knew very little about what was
happening in the outside world. And he had never even kissed a boy, or a girl
or anyone for that matter, before coming to Hogwarts.
Harry put a hand on the glass and then his face as he closed his eyes and
enjoyed this moment of happiness. But then he felt a rumble and a sudden surge
of force against the glass and he opened his eyes and saw the Cruciatus had
appeared outside and it was aiming it's main weapon directly at the window
where Harry stood.
***** Attack on Hogwarts *****
Harry yelled and dove to the right as the Cruciatus blasted the window. Glass
flew in all directions, cutting Harry up across his body. Sirens began to blast
throughout the castle, loudly. Immediately things began to be pulled out into
space, including Harry and he desperately grabbed onto a railing as the the
Cruciatus pushed itself into the open hole where the window used to be and an
entrance opened and sealed itself to the hole.
Harry wasted no time and got up and ran down the nearest corridor to the great
hall where other students and teachers were having breakfast. People were
already standing outside the doors in a panic and Harry gritted his teeth and
nearly snarled, “Death Eaters!” at them all.
Minerva McGonagall was there and told everyone to get back into the hall while
the teachers prepared for a defense. Albus Dumbledore stood at the head of the
hall, in person for once, looking intense. Inside the hall Harry found his
friends seated at a table and they looked mortified when they saw him.
“Harry, you’re badly hurt,” Ginny said.
“Yeah, mate. You should get Madam Pomfrey to look at you,” Ron said.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Ron, but the school is under attack,” Harry
said. Ron got a guilty look on his face and looked away from Harry.
“Actually they appear to be already healing,” Luna said reaching across the
table to lightly touch one of the scratches, which made Harry flinch a little.
“That’s a bit weird, isn’t it?” Hermione said but no one got to answer as Ron
and Ginny’s older identical twin brothers, Fred and George sat down next to
Harry.
“Hello, Harry,” Fred said.
“Yeah, hi,” George said.
“Hello,” Harry replied. Outside the hall there were loud energy pistol blasts
and Harry tensed up knowing they would be here soon.
“Death Eaters really are a terrible sort aren’t they?” Fred said.
“Absolutely dreadful, I’d say,” George added.
Harry really liked the Weasley twins but right now he found it hard to be
amused by them.
“The teachers will stop them,” Ron said.
“I wish we could help. But none of us have energy pistols,” Neville said.
“Is that right?” George said and he and Fred both pulled pistols out of their
pockets, keeping them close to their bodies so no teachers saw.
“Where did you get those?” Ron said with a worried tone.
“We made them,” Fred said. “Oh don’t worry they won’t kill anyone.”
“We’ve calibrated them to make anyone we shot feel really itchy all over,”
George said.
Harry admired that the twins had found a way to stop potentially stop attackers
without killing him. He didn’t care for the idea of killing people.
Just then the front doors of the hall were blown open and Death Eaters piled in
led by Severus Snape and a tall, thin woman with dark hair who he didn’t
recognize. Students all began to hide under desks but it was clear that it was
the teachers that they were interested in.
Dumbledore revealed he was wearing a glove that contained a powerful energy
weapon which he began to use to blast back approaching Death Eaters. But soon
after Harry realized that Snape too had such a device as well a pistol but he
didn’t appear to be using it, instead letting the tall woman and the other
Death Eaters do all the work as he approached Dumbledore.
Looking across the hall Harry noticed that Draco was huddled under a table and
a Death Eater seemed to have recognized him and was approaching with a pistol
out. Impulsively, Harry dashed across the hall and tackled the Death Eater and
tiny Filius Flitwick hovered over on his floating platform and held a pistol
over the Death Eater and nodded in approval at Harry’s bravery.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked Draco. Draco nodded. Harry looked over at his
friends and badly wished it was safe for him and Draco to go back over to them
but Death Eaters were piling in.
Suddenly, he heard a howl of pain coming from near the door to the great hall
and he saw the tall woman laughing at George as he clutched the left side of
his head. Then Fred fired at her with the itch gun and she quickly began to
twitch as soon as the blast struck her. Fred laughed as she screamed in anger
and shot him in the chest, falling to the ground outside the doors unmoving,
with a smile still on his face.
“Bella!” Snape called from the front of the hall. “Let’s stop playing with the
children and take care of what we really came here for, shall we?” The woman he
called Bella shrugged and marched up to the front where Snape was throwing
Dumbledore’s glove the ground and point his pistol at him.
A voice from the front of the halls called out, “No!” and Snape fired upon
Dumbledore, killing him instantly. Another more familiar voice shouted
“Snivellus!” and Harry looked over and saw his godfather, Sirius Black along
with his lover Remus Lupin who was pointing over at Harry and looking a bit
panicked.
As Sirius and Remus came over to Harry the Death Eater’s exited the great hall.
The woman called Bella looked over at Sirius but Sirius didn’t seem to notice.
Remus and Sirius crouched underneath the table and Sirius grabbed Harry and
hugged him, which hurt Harry a bit and he grunted in pain.
“What happened to you, Harry?” Sirius asked.
“I was standing at the window when the ship arrived,” Harry said.
“I see you’ve ran into Malfoy here,” Sirius said, gesturing at Draco. Harry
nodded at Sirius while Draco looked down, scowling.
“I think I’m going to go survey the damage and let you two catch up,” Remus
said gesturing at Harry and Sirius. “Oh, I’m Remus Lupin by the way,” he added
and extended a hand to Harry which Harry then shook. Without another word Remus
then left them under the table and began to look around the room and after
stopping to look at Ron, Ginny and George as they stood in shock over Fred’s
body he spotted Hagrid and went over to him.
“You look much better,” Harry said.
“Moony has taken good care of me,” Sirius said.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.
“Remus and I are on a mission from Dumbledore,” Sirius said then looked at
Draco and added, “But I can’t talk about it here right now.”
“Dumbledore is dead,” Harry said.
“Yes. Yes he is,” Sirius said. “And Remus and I will honor his wishes because
he was a wise man. I have always trusted him and his death doesn’t change
that.” Harry looked around the room and saw that Remus Lupin was now helping
Madam Pomfrey with the wounded. He knew soon that she would be over here and
Harry really didn’t want to be bothered right now, though he knew he probably
should. Plus Luna was right. He was healing strangely fast.
“You look so much like James,” Sirius said but then added, “but you have Lily’s
eyes. They always were entrancing.” Harry smiled.
“I’m glad you’re doing well, Sirius,” Harry said and then glanced at Draco and
said, “I think Draco and I will go to bed.” Sirius raised his eyebrows and
Harry added, “We share a room,” but Sirius still gave him a knowing look. Harry
guessed there was no fooling his godfather.
“Rest well,” Sirius said and gave Harry a wink.
Harry and Draco made their way up to their room on the tenth floor and once
inside they quickly removed their shirts and began to kiss. Both boys then
removed their trousers and fell onto Draco’s bed. Harry then swiftly removed
Draco’s pants exposing his cock. Harry had never seen another boy’s cock
before. It wasn’t like his. Draco’s cock was a little longer and a bit thinner
than Harry’s. Harry thought it looked nice..
Harry grabbed Draco’s prick and began to stroke it causing Draco to moan. He
then put his mouth on it and began to suck but he didn’t really know what he
was doing and Draco said, “Watch the teeth, Potter,” and Harry did his best to
protect Draco’s shaft from his teeth with his lips. After that Harry just tried
to keep a steady motion but it didn’t look like Draco was enjoying it.
“Stop Potter. Look let’s just wank off,” Draco said and began to stroke his own
cock. Harry pulled off his pants and squeezed in next to Draco and began to
stroke himself too. For several minutes they both stroked. Harry felt a little
nervous doing this in front of someone else but in short order he felt that
familiar wave of pleasure as he came and Draco quickly did the same. And then
there was a knock on the door.
Harry fell out of the bed in shock and desperately tried to put his clothes
back on before opening the door. As he opened the door he turned his waist away
in order to hide the fact that he still had a bit of an erection.
“Hello, Harry,” Minerva McGonagall said. “Dumbledore left this for you in his
office.” She handed a Harry a small circular hologram disk. “He said to listen
to it immediately and alone,” McGonagall said.
“Thank you, Mistress McGonagall,” Harry said. As she started to walk away Harry
added, “Oh and Mistress… I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Potter,” she replied and walked away.
Harry waited for Draco to fall asleep then snuck out of the room and went to
the nearest bathroom which he locked once inside. Sitting on the floor of the
bathroom Harry activated the hologram. A small figure of Albus Dumbledore
appeared on it.
“Hello, Harry. If you are seeing this then I am sorry to report that I am dead,
though I am sure you already know. I think it is time now for us to talk about
your mother,” the hologram said and Harry leaned in close in anticipation of
what he would say next.
***** Queen and Mother *****
“Lily Evans was a gifted tech specialist. But despite being enrolled in
Gryffindor she was very interested in living tech, the kind that Slytherins
prefer. But Slytherins want to use living tech to make themselves better than
other people or to give them abilities they don’t already possess. Lily
believed living tech would be best used as a way to improve quality of life.”
The blue glow from Dumbledore’s hologram filled the bathroom. It had never
occurred to Harry before now how little he knew about his mother. He had hoped
to get to talk more to Sirius about her but supposed that would have to wait
until later, after the war perhaps.
“When she became queen she wanted to use living tech to make the United
Technological Planets a happier and more prosperous realm. Your mother had a
great many plans but sadly Voldemort ruined them. Admiral Riddle learned that I
was developing this living tech with her and someone convinced him that it
could be found at the palace. At the time that wasn’t true but ironically it
was his belief that your parents were harboring the tech personally that forced
Lily to make a decision.”
Harry was so on edge that he had to remind himself to breathe. He exhaled and
continued listening.
“After a great deal of testing Lily and I were completely convinced the living
tech was safe and our plan was to have it implanted in babies after their
birth, like a vaccine. Only this vaccine would improve the ability to heal and
be able to detect and stop most diseases. It would even slow down aging,
although not stop it. Your mother was adamant that death was a part of life and
not something to be feared.”
Harry noticed something that sounded like regret in Dumbledore’s voice when he
said this last statement.
“Lily became afraid for your safety and asked if we could use the living tech
on you. I was hesitant but when I saw her fear… well I couldn’t say no. So we
implanted the tech in you. I’m sure you’ve noticed that you never get sick. Or
perhaps that injuries heal a bit faster than most people?”
Harry looked at the scratches that were on his body. They were fading rapidly
and he realized by morning that might even be gone. Harry was stunned.
“And so Voldemort did attack. Lily and James were betrayed by a friend, Peter
Pettigrew as I now know for sure thanks to your rescue of Sirius Black. I
believe Voldemort tried to infect you with a code that would download and
decode your living tech for his own use. I believe his goal is nothing less
than becoming immortal. But Lily designed the living tech to be prepared for
such an attack. It quarantined the code and sent a response code that caused
all of Voldemort’s tech to malfunction and explode.”
Harry’s heart was pounding now as he realized now what Voldemort really wanted
with him.
“And Harry there is… something else. Something else I must tell you. But I
can’t risk saying it openly. No one can know this secret,” Dumbledore said and
a small round spot began to glow a light green on the hologram disk.
“Stick your finger on that spot, Harry, and the information will be downloaded
into your brain. I must stress that you cannot tell anyone this information.”
Slowly, Harry placed his finger on the spot. He felt a buzzing sensation and
then his brain was suddenly filled with knowledge that wasn’t there previously.
It was like Dumbledore was thinking in his head. And these thoughts were
overwhelming. Harry felt tears rise in his eyes and he began to shake. This
can’t be true, he thought.
“I am sorry, Harry. I truly am,” Dumbledore said, then his hologram
disappeared.
Harry took a deep breath and pulled himself off the floor. He pocketed the
hologram disk and left the bathroom. He went to one of the many computers on
that floor and entered the codes for his friends requesting they meet him
immediately.
It took them all awhile to make it there but eventually Ron, Hermione, Ginny,
Neville and Luna arrived in a meeting room on the bottom floor. Harry chose it
because it seemed unlikely anyone else would leave the dormitories to go all
the way to the bottom for a meeting at this hour.
“Okay, Harry. We’re here, mate. What’s up?” Ron asked.
Harry sighed and said, “We’re going after Voldemort.”
Everyone just stared at him blankly, perhaps simply unable to react to such a
bold statement.
“Tonight,” Harry added.
“Tonight?” Hermione said.
“Yeah, what do you mean tonight, Harry?” Neville added.
“I… I’ve learned stuff and I know now that I need to stop Voldemort
immediately. And more than that I believe I can. But I need your help. You all
are gifted at tech already. I think Dumbledore just had you all sign up for
Hogwarts just so I could have friends while I was here. And I think he wanted
me to understand what I could about tech before…” Harry found himself unable to
finish that sentence.
“Before what?” Luna asked in her calm and dreamy tone.
“Before… I made this choice. The choice to go after Voldemort and stop him from
killing or hurting anyone else that we love.”
Ron and Ginny clearly reacted to this and looked at each other.
Ron shook his head and said, “I… I can’t bear to think what happened to Fred.
It kills me but… What you’re asking… it’s a lot.”
“Harry, of course, we want to stop Voldemort. But if we make any rash decisions
we might all just end up dead,” Hermione said.
Everyone hung their heads and looked away from Harry. Harry felt sad but he
needed to make them believe.
“I need you all to trust me. Dumbledore left me a message before he died and
this is what he wants me to do. I’m sure of it. I believe in all of you. You’ve
had adventures at an age when most here are just trying pass their grades. I
mean has this year been a struggle for any of you? Or have you sat around bored
because you know you need something more! Taking down Voldemort won’t be easy
but I believe we need to start immediately. We can leave tonight and try to
find out where he is and think of way to get to where he is and then I’ll see
about putting an end to him myself.”
Everyone just looked at Harry.
“Please,” Harry said and he worried that this might be it. He might truly be on
his own if he chose to go after Voldemort now.
***** Death Eater Space *****
“I’m in,” Ginny said.
“Me too, Harry,” Neville said.
Luna smiled and nodded but Ron and Hermione remained silent.
“I don’t know if this a good idea, but you’re gonna need the Marauder and no
one that ship but me,” Ron said. Hermione placed a dark skinned hand on Ron’s
own pale hands and added, “We’re with you Harry. To the end.”
Harry sighed in relief. “Thank you all. Let’s go and gather up anything we need
and meet at the ship in two hours. We need to be gone before the rest of the
academy wakes up.”
Harry didn’t really have anything to grab from his and Draco’s dormitory but a
sack of clothes. He didn’t own much. When he arrived at the room he tried his
best to grab his clothes silently as he didn’t want to deal with explaining his
departure to Draco. But as he was about to exit the room Draco’s voice said,
“Potter.”
Harry stood there for a moment then hung his head.
“Where are you going?” Draco asked.
“There are things I have to do,” Harry answered.
Draco sat up in bed and said, “That’s not an answer.”
“I… I’m going after Voldemort,” Harry said.
“Voldemort? You’ll end up dead!” Draco said. Harry said nothing to that.
Instead he went and sat on the bed at Draco’s feet.
“I have to do this, Draco. There’s no way around it. And I can’t tell you why,”
Harry said.
“Because of my parents?” Draco said angrily.
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Of course it is! You think if you tell me then I’ll tell them and they’ll tell
Voldemort!”
“No, Draco! I just don’t think you need to know. I haven’t even told my friends
everything!” Harry said.
Draco scoffed.
“Just go, Potter. Go and get yourself killed! See if I care,” Draco said,
grumbling.
“Fine,” Harry said and heaved himself off the bed. But as he opened the door
Draco said, “I’m sorry, Potter. I don’t want you to get yourself killed. Just…
try and come back alive, okay?”
The light from the hallway was shining on Draco’s face and Harry could see the
sincerity in Draco’s grey eyes. Harry nodded and the left the room.
Harry wasn’t sure what he and Draco were. He didn’t think they could ever truly
be in love or have a romantic relationship. But he couldn’t die there was a
bond between them. He wished he had time to figure out what it was but they
needed to move now.
At the agreed upon time, everyone arrived at the Marauder. They were all tired
but Ron bragged that he could literally pilot the ship while sleeping. Harry
was skeptical of that claim and was thankful Ron didn’t actually intend to
attempt that.
Once everyone was settled in the ship they took off. Luna had to program the
ship’s signal to trick the docking bay into letting them out without making
anyone aware of it. Once they were away they headed to a planet called Accio
not terribly far away where they could rest and discuss plans.
The ship’s cabins had a limited number of bed’s but Ginny and Neville’s cabin
had slightly larger beds than the rest so Harry slept in there, sharing a bed
with Neville. Though in truth he didn’t sleep much. It was hard to at that
moment. Once everyone was well rested they gathered in the main room around the
Marauder’s Map which Ginny had already activated.
“So I’ve been experimenting with the map over the last year. It is indeed
pretty incredible. And I’ve actually updated it with every bit of data I could
manage to obtain. It’s now not only as comprehensive as modern ship maps but
has all the capabilities the Marauder’s gave it. I think we will find it most
useful,” Ginny said smiling.
“Brilliant, Ginny,” Harry said. Ginny glanced at him and smiled and looked
away. Harry had noticed that she was attracted him from when they first met a
year before but he’d never really worked up the courage to pursue anything with
her. And that was before even considering the Draco complication.
“Oh there’s more,” she said. “I added data from Hermione on every single known
Death Eater attack ever along with any location they’ve ever been spotted and
tried to find concentration points where they’ve been the most active as it
seems likely they are hiding somewhere in that vicinity. Now if we eliminate
any locations where they’ve only been seen once,” Ginny said pushing buttons to
do just that, “We can see a clear focal point here around the planet Imperio.”
“Imperio? It’s a wasteland. Nothing there,” Neville said. “Not even really
habitable,” Neville added.
“Which means it’s a perfect place for the Death Eaters to hide,” Hermione said.
“There are no patrols in the area and we’ve never actually seen any Death
Eaters in the direct area but the planet is directly in the center of what
Ginny and me are calling Death Eater space.”
“That’s halfway out to the edge. Gonna take us awhile to get there. And once we
do? What then?” Ron said.
“Get captured,” Luna said in a relaxed voice.
“Yeah, that’s real helpful, Luna,” Ron said.
“I’m being serious, Ron Weasley! If we want on the planet safely we need to get
captured,” Luna said, her tone only slightly more tense.
“Luna’s right,” Harry said. “There’s no way they don’t have their own patrols
about. If we go there we’ll be captured. If we try to fight, we’ll lose.”
“Okay so we get captured. What happens next?” Ron asked.
“We plan a way to get free, obviously,” Neville said.
For awhile after this they discussed many options on how to best handle
escaping capture until they settled on a plan. Harry wished he was more
confident it would work, especially after he convinced them to do this.
They also realized during the discussions and from going over the map that this
trip to Death Eater space might take longer than they initially realized. They
couldn’t simply travel in a direct path. Their ship would almost certainly draw
suspicion from both the UTP and the Death Eaters. This meant having to make use
of the many hidden places programmed into the map in addition to steering clear
of any major outposts. The journey which should’ve taken them a couple of weeks
would instead require a couple of months instead.
They tried to make the best of the journey but the ship wasn’t very large and
there wasn’t much to do but sit around and talk about tech. But Harry enjoyed
the opportunity to get to know his friends better. He was at first shocked at
Ron and Hermione’s relationship but the more time he spent around them together
the more he understood why they were together.
He thought about Draco and wondered if their relationship could’ve been
anything in different circumstances. He couldn’t deny their chemistry but he
sadly realized that in the end they were probably too different for anything
serious. Still he couldn’t deny that he cared about the boy.
Harry found he enjoyed spending a lot of time in Ginny and Neville’s cabin. At
first he had only shared a bed with Neville but they switched sometimes and
Harry slept with Ginny or Ginny and Neville slept together and Harry got a bed
alone.
“Too bad the bed’s aren’t big enough for all three of us,” Ginny said one day
at bedtime near Death Eater space. Harry, who was sitting next to Ginny,
laughed at this.
“I might find it hard to get asleep like that, Ginny,” Harry responded.
“I should hope not,” Ginny said and winked then Neville roared with laughter
across from them on the other bed.
“Yeah, that would be something,” Neville said once he stopped laughing.
“Wouldn’t it?” Ginny asked, smiling slyly at Harry then she leaned over to him
and planted a kiss on his mouth. Harry was stunned but quickly found himself
kissing her back. He then pulled away and looked over at Neville who then came
over to them. Harry put a hand on Neville’s shoulder then leaned in to kiss
him. Then Harry and Neville separated and Ginny and Neville kissed.
Nothing more than kisses occurred that day but Harry was happy for a moment to
have the affection and closeness. They awoke to loud noises and realized they
were being boarded.
Harry, Ginny and Neville quickly threw on clothing and left the cabin. Death
Eater guards were standing in the main room with weapons aimed at Ron, Hermione
and Luna. To Harry’s great shock and distress, Neville charged one of the
guards from behind, knocking him to the ground. Harry started to move to help
him but felt the cold metal of an energy pistol on the back of his neck and saw
that Ginny had one on her too.
One of the guards walked up to Neville and pointed a gun at Neville’s head.
“You’re about to pay for that, boy,” the man said.
***** Moment of Lust *****
Neville turned to look the gun in the face and said, “Go ahead. Take a shot!”
The Death Eater pulled the trigger but nothing happened. Neville smiled.
“It worked!” Neville said and grabbed the gun from the shocked Death Eater and
then tackled him to the ground. On instinct Harry attacked the Death Eater
behind him as everyone else did the same. In close quarters the three Death
Eaters were easily outnumbered. Harry wasn’t sure what happened to their
weapons but he was grateful for whatever scheme his friends had concocted in
private. In short order they were all knocked out and disarmed.
“This is great, but what are we going to do now?” Harry asked, looking around
at the unconscious bodies of the Death Eaters on the floor.
“Neville and me are going to disguise ourselves as Death Eaters and we’re going
to escort this ship to whatever secret base is on Imperio,” Ron said.
“What happened to getting ourselves capture?” Harry said.
“Well, the other night Luna mentioned that she might be able to disable their
weapons so we thought we’d try that,” Neville said.
“You could’ve said something,” Harry said.
After a time Ron and Neville had their suits on and they left the Marauder to
board the Death Eater ship. They activated the electro-magnetic tow and began
to pull the Marauder to Imperio. Harry decided to wait to take a moment to
relax with Ginny in the cabin.
“So what was going on with you and Draco Malfoy?” Ginny asked Harry as they sat
next to each other on a bed.
“I’m not sure. I didn’t really have the time to figure out. I guess we liked
each other but… I don’t think it ever could’ve worked out,” Harry said.
“So you weren’t dating?” Ginny asked.
“No. Not really. I feel bad leaving things unfinished though,” Harry answered.
“Well you can always go back after we’ve kicked Voldemort’s arse,” Ginny said,
smiling. Harry didn’t return her smile and she looked concerned. “You’re not
expecting to go back,” Ginny said, her voice sad and almost a whisper. Harry
shook his head in reply.
“Surely, there must be a way.”
“I don’t think there is. I think killing Voldemort will mean I have to die.”
“But… you’re only eighteen,” Ginny said, tears were filling her eyes and Harry
suddenly realized that his cheeks were already wet.
“This is what I have to do, Ginny. This is what Dumbledore wanted me to do,”
Harry said.
“And you’ll just do whatever he wanted? You barely knew him,” Ginny said, anger
seeping into her voice.
“People seemed to trust him. My parents trusted him. In fact my mum is a much a
part of this as he is,” Harry said.
For awhile neither of them said anything further. Both of their eyes dried and
they remained silent. But then Harry became aware that Ginny had placed a hand
on his thigh and was rubbing it. He turned to face her and she slowly turned
her head towards him and smiled suggestively. In a moment their mouths were
locked together and in a blur they were tearing off their clothes.
Soon Harry was laying naked on the bed, his cock stiff, and Ginny climbed on
top of him and placed her pale white hands on his dark skinned torso and rubbed
his chest. She then grabbed his cock with a hand and positioned her wet
entrance over it and pushed herself down slowly. Harry was surprised at how
hard it was for her to get him inside despite how wet she felt.
Finally, he was inside and she was riding him hard, fingering her clit
frantically, Harry not really knowing how long they might have. Quicker than he
expected she moaned and dug her fingernails into his chest a little and he felt
a rush of pleasure through his body as he came inside her.
Shortly after this they passed out and when they awoke they both took a shower
then headed out of the cabin to check on progress. Outside he saw that everyone
was looking directly at the planet as they were entering its orbit.
Within an hour they arrived at Station A.K. (which was short for Avada Kedavra,
Ron and Neville had learned.) It was night and it was quiet on the green and
black base. Harry hoped their plan to get them inside by pretending to be Death
Eaters was going to work. But as they landed he saw a figure walking to the
ship and began to worry.
Ron and Neville arrived entered the ship and everyone filed in front of them as
they lead them out of the ship. In darkness it was hard to see at first but at
last Harry could see the figure standing in front them and knew their plan was
about to be a failure. Severus Snape stood before them, smiling victoriously.
***** Bravery *****
“Hello… Potter,” Snape said with a sneer. He then motioned above his head with
two fingers and quickly Death Eater guards swarmed around the ship. Harry’s
heart sank. They had failed. Snape grabbed his arm hard and dragged him away
from the the Ship as the Death Eaters attacked his friends. He looked back to
see that both Ron and Neville had been knocked unconscious in their Death Eater
suits and the others were being put in shackles.
The inside of the base was as cold and black as the outside with hints of green
painted in various places. Snape pulled Harry unwillingly through without ever
saying a word. Harry tried to conjure up words of protest but could find none.
He thought of what might be happening to his friends right now and shuddered.
And, anyway, he was likely being taken to Voldemort which is exactly what he
wanted.
Finally after being dragged through many corridors he took an elevator down to
large room that was adorned with giant statues of snakes. In the center of the
room was a long black table, at the end of which sat an incredibly pale skinned
and thin man. His face was snake like and he had red eyes that glowed. Harry
was certain his eyes were tech. The closer Snape pulled him to the man the more
grotesque he appeared. Neither of his arms were flesh any longer. In fact, it
appeared to Harry that perhaps nothing but his head remained of his original
form. Harry thought he could barely be said to be human.
Another man walked from the shadows up to them. He was short and had what Harry
reasoned was once brown hair aside from a large bald patch. He had a cybernetic
right hand and Harry realized this man must be Peter Pettigrew: the man who
betrayed his parents.
“My lord, here is Potter,” Snape said.
“Thank you, Severus,” Voldemort said. “Please sit, Harry.” Voldemort gestured
to a chair. Harry shook his head.
“Oh come now, Harry. You are my guest and I am extending you some comfort
before I kill you,” Voldemort said.
“Somehow I don’t find that comforting,” Harry said. Harry still refused to sit.
Snape grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him into a chair then went and
sat in a chair opposite Harry.
“Now, Harry. Before I kill you I just want to know: how did you survive all
those years ago?” Voldemort asked.
“I guess you just didn’t have what it takes,” Harry answered. Voldemort sneered
at this. Harry didn’t expect Voldemort would care for being told he didn’t have
what it takes to kill a baby. In any event, he didn’t want Voldemort to know
the truth. Not exactly.
“That’s very amusing, Harry. Now what is the real reason?” Voldemort asked, his
voice cold and raspy.
“Let’s just say my mother protected me,” Harry said. Harry noticed that Snape
twitched at the mention of Harry’s mother.
“I killed her. I killed your father too. And now I’m going to kill you as
well!” Voldemort stood up and aimed his hand at Harry. It began to glow green
and Harry could see that the energy it was storing up was about to be released
when suddenly a blast hit him the chest, knocking him to the floor.
Harry watched as Snape stood over Voldemort, wearing the device on his hand he
had with him during the attack on Hogwarts. Snape looked down on Voldemort with
disgust.
“Traitor!” Voldemort yelled up at him and shot a blast in Snape’s direction.
Snape jumped to the side and the blast singed his robes. Snape then tried to
charge up another blast but Voldemort’s weapon was faster and Snape was again
forced to dodge.
In the meantime, Harry decided to look for a weapon to help Snape. He didn’t
understand what sort of game Snape was playing at but if he was going against
Voldemort it was in his best interest to help out.
As Harry went to search a table against a far well a hand grabbed him. It was
Wormtail.
“Where are you going, boy?” Pettigrew asked.
“Let go of me!” Harry said and pulled his arm away.
Looking at Pettigrew in the darkness of the room, Harry thought he looked very
sad. He wondered how this man could’ve betrayed his parents.
“Why did you do it?” Harry asked.
“Do what?” Pettigrew asked.
“Betray my parents!” Harry said.
“You don’t understand! The Dark Lord gave me no choice!” Pettigrew.
“So you just let him kill them?” Harry asked.
“No! I never would have! James always said he could stop Voldemort and I
believed him! I didn’t know he would kill them I swear!” Pettigrew said, his
voice shrill and desperate. He actually seemed to care what Harry thought.
Harry had to admit I feel sorry for them.
“If you want to make up what you did help me kill Voldemort!” Harry said. “Find
me a weapon!”
“Yes! I’ll find you a weapon!” Pettigrew said and started to run off. But
suddenly he saw Voldemort who had just fired a blast at Snape who had taken it
hard, point a finger at Wormtail and sparks began to fly from Wormtail’s
cybernetic hand and his body convulsed and he screamed then fell to the ground,
his hair singed from the electricity. He was dead.
Voldemort was approaching Snape’s body on the ground, seemingly unmoving. But
Harry saw Snape quickly pull his weaponized hand out from behind his back and
blast Voldemort with a force so strong Harry could feel it where he stood.
“Potter. Come here!” Snape called out and Harry went over to him.
Harry could tell the Snape was in bad shape. He wasn’t going to make it.
“I don’t understand,” Harry said. “Why did you do this?”
“I’ve been working as a spy for Dumbledore for years,” Snape said. “I’ve been
feeding him information.”
“You murdered him!” Harry yelled.
“By his orders! He was dying and he wanted to ensure that Voldemort would trust
me implicitly!” Snape said.
“Why did you torture my godfather for so many years?” Harry asked.
Snape grimaced and said, “He and your father were bullies.”
“So he deserved to be tortured? They were kids when they bullied you!” Harry
said.
Snape looked away, clearly refusing to acknowledge this point. Harry could see
he was fading fast and he needed to ask one more thing.
“Sirius said you were obsessed with my mother. Is that true?” Harry asked.
“I loved Lily! I still do!” Snape said.
“He said you were friends but then something happened. What was it?” Harry
asked.
“She didn’t approve of the friends I was making,” Snape answered and Harry knew
he meant the Death Eaters. Harry wasn’t sure what to believe. Snape didn’t seem
like a nice person at all. But Harry did admire his bravery. He reasoned that
perhaps even terrible people do good things sometimes.
“Can I see your eyes?” Snape asked and Harry reluctantly agreed, staring down
into Snape’s eyes as the life slowly faded from them. Harry stood there for a
moment then grabbed Snape’s hand and removed the weapon and put it on his hand.
Harry turned around and was shocked to see Voldemort standing behind him, his
mouth in a snarl.
***** Immortality *****
Voldemort aimed his hand at Harry and fired a blast which promptly rebounded
and sent himself flying.
“What?” Voldemort yelled, his voice growling with rage.
“You made a mistake when you tried to kill me as a baby, Admiral!” Harry said.
Voldemort pulled himself off the ground and Harry ran out of the room, hoping
Voldemort would follow.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the building: “Harry? Are you there?” It was
Luna Lovegood.
“We’ve activated the video system the way you wanted. Oh, I can see you!” Luna
said, her dreamy voice echoing throughout the building. “And that means the
whole galaxy can see you, too.”
Voldemort continued to chase Harry and but he didn’t use his weapon. Harry
needed a better place to have this fight than in closed hallways. He had told
his friends to be waiting in whatever large room they could find and he
suspected it was probably on the top floor in the center of the building.
Harry ran upstairs as fast as he could while Voldemort followed, never far
behind. Finally, he made up and entered a large room where his friends were in
fact waiting. It seemed to be a large gathering hall, probably for Death Eater
meetings.
Harry walked to the center of the room where there was a giant opening that
likely was used for an elevator shaft. Voldemort entered the room and began to
march in Harry’s direction.
“This is the end, Tom!” Harry shouted.
“For you!” Voldemort yelled, echoing throughout the room and he tried again to
fire at Harry and the blast again rebounded knocking him to the ground. Harry
began to charge his weapon but he didn’t fire, not yet.
Voldemort was seething with anger and hatred. Again and again he tried to blast
Harry with his weapon and only found that he was hurting himself. He was having
trouble moving and Harry realized his cybernetic limbs wouldn’t be able to hold
on much longer. Finally, Harry fired and blasted one of Voldemort’s arms off.
But still Voldemort moved towards Harry.
“When you tried to kill me and download the code for the living tech that’s in
my body you infected me with a code. And now my body is immune to your tech,”
Harry said with satisfaction.
“Lies!” Voldemort scream and fired on Harry again, the blast knocking himself
down, his robes catching fire. Slowly, Voldemort pulled himself up and Harry
knew this was it. Voldemort finally made it to Harry, clearly intent on doing
whatever it took to end Harry’s life with a hand extending to Harry’s throat.
Harry grabbed Voldemort’s remaining hand and did what Dumbledore had told him
he might be able to do: he controlled Voldemort’s tech. Rapidly Harry drained
the energy from Voldemort’s weapon into his own body.
“Harry!” he heard Neville shout from the sidelines. His friends were all
shouting in distress but right now he needed to focus. The galaxy was about to
watch the deaths of two men.
Voldemort’s face was a horrific snarl. He barely looked like anything you could
call human anymore but now even less so. Strangely, part of Harry wanted to
pity Voldemort. He was a man so afraid of death he had failed to see that he
had created the circumstances of his death.
“Goodbye, Tom,” Harry said and he tackled Voldemort over the edge of the
elevator shaft and released the energy that had been building up in his body.
Harry saw light, and felt a terrible force rip through his body and there was
fire, and then darkness.
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“He’s really gone,” Ginny said, as Neville held her.
“Yes. I believe he is,” Neville said.
They had searched for a body but the explosion had completely decimated the
elevator shaft. They couldn’t even find anything left of Voldemort, except for
one of his cybernetic eyes. It didn’t seem likely that Harry could’ve survived
an explosion that massive but for awhile they had held out hope.
They were now back on the Marauder and headed back to Hogwarts where there
would no doubt be an endless amount of questioning. But the truth was no one
really understood what happened and those that knew the truth were now dead.
“That galaxy has a long road ahead of it still,” Ginny said.
“We can manage. I guess there’s not going to be a monarchy anymore,” Neville
said.
“No. I don’t suppose there will be,” Ginny replied.
Soon they fell asleep in each others arms, both thinking of Harry and wishing
he was there.
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“Don’t you ever tire of it?” Hermione asked as they closed the door to their
apartment that had reporters and admirers gathered outside.
“No way! I’m famous, Hermione! I mean not as famous as Harry, but he’s dead,”
Ron said.
After a year of Ron bragging to everyone that he was the captain of the
Marauder and that he led the crew that helped Harry Potter defeat Voldemort,
Hermione was definitely fed up.
“But aren’t you ready to just relax? Maybe get back to school?” she asked.
“School? But there’s adventure to be had! And think about all the good we’re
doing by stopping all these raiders! There’s chaos across the galaxy and we’re
the ones stopping it!”
Hermione sighed. She supposed she would have to return to Hogwarts on her own.
She didn’t always mind having adventures but her education was important to
her.
“What am I going to do with you?” Hermione asked as she pushed Ron against the
wall and pushed her lips into his. Ron put his pale hands on her dark skinned
face and pushed her back from his mouth to say, “This is fine for now,” and
kissed her back harder.
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“And now to announce the results of the election!” the voice boomed across the
capital city.
“The new President of the United Technological Planets is Luna Lovegood!”
Luna’s heart pounded in her chest. This was very exciting. Her friends were
screaming and shouting. After fifteen years of strife since the last remaining
heir to the throne perished the monarchy was officially ended and a new
government had been created, one that Luna would oversee, at least for now.
She thought Harry would be proud of the work she and their friends had done.
For awhile they had enjoyed traversing the galaxy and having adventures. But
when the new capital city was built on Fidelius (destroying all of the nearby
villages which left many people homeless until they were relocated to new
government funded housing) their ambitions turned towards the political.
For some reason the others had been unsure of her desire to run for President.
They said that she was only half as old as the other candidates and wouldn’t
stand a chance. But she told them that with friends like them backing her there
was no way she could lose.
“Luna, it’s time for you acceptance speech,” Ginny said.
“Very well. Time to change history,” Luna said and followed Ginny to the
balcony where cameras where floating by and waiting.
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“Potter!” Draco screamed. Astoria rolled over and shook him.
“Wake up, Draco,” she said gently. “It’s only a dream.”
“Hmm?” Draco said and she watched as he slowly opened his eyes.
Astoria brushed hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead.
“It’s okay, my dear. Just a dream,” she said.
“Yes. Sorry.”
Draco often had intense dreams about Harry Potter. Draco had been nothing but
honest about his past with the legendary Boy Who Lived. He had even admitted
that he might’ve loved him. But after his death Draco had always felt like they
had unfinished business. Something left to resolve.
Astoria wished she could help him with that. But the Boy Who Lived was long
dead and gone and all she had to offer was her love and support.
Draco leaned over and kissed her. Astoria was surprised by his sudden passion,
but pleased. She could feel his hunger and longing as his mouth moved against
her and his tongue slipped over hers. Her hand drifted down to his cock and she
saw he was already hard. So it had been that kind of a dream, she thought.
As she climbed on top of him and pushed him inside of her already very wet
opening she could see in the low light the adoration that was in his eyes. She
always knew Draco would have feelings for Harry Potter. She didn’t mind. As
long as he had room in his heart for her nothing else mattered.
Astoria rode him quick and hard and he came fast. He fell back asleep in a
matter of minutes afterwards. They would need their sleep so they could be up
in time to attend Luna Lovegood’s reelection ceremony as honored guests thanks
to the considerable donations Draco’s family had made to her campaign.
It had been a matter of great controversy for liberal voters to have their
candidate’s main source of backing come from ex-Death Eaters. But in the end
she had won and Astoria thought that was all that mattered. The four years in
which Luna had ran the government had been the best many had ever known. It was
a time of prosperity and happiness and as Astoria drifted back to sleep she
hoped it would never end.
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The capital city was on fire. It had been on fire for some time now. Months?
Years? He wasn’t really sure. The dragons had been attacking regularly. They
were some of the most vicious tech he had ever seen these last 1,900 years.
Harry Potter ran through a dark alley in the direction of the worst dragon: the
Hungarian Horntail. He was the only one who could stop it. He always was.
He tried to watch and make sure the galaxy was doing okay. But war was an
endless cycle and people never change. They learn from their past problems but
then create new ones. It wasn’t their fault though. He knew this. And he would
always be there to clean up after them.
He had already taken down the other dragons. The Horntail was the only one
left. He entered a building with a tall spire that would let him reach the
dragon directly as he spewed fire upon the city. Up, up he climbed until he was
outside and looking down at the dragon.
This was immortality, he thought. Watching people die in an endless cycle. It
starts with your friends and loved ones. That’s hard enough. But then it’s
culture and history that begins to fade. This was the result of Voldemort’s
folly. He had wanted to become immortal but had only made Harry immortal and
caused his own death.
There was a time when the tales of the Boy Who Lived actually resembled what
really happened. But not anymore. Now he was a myth and the tales of his deeds
had expanded. Of course that was no longer the only name he was known by. In
order to come back and save the galaxy again and again, century after century,
he had to create new identities. The Chosen Hero, Slayer of Dragons, Defeater
of the Robot Empire. They were all names that most would believe to be
different people.
But there were some who connected the myths. Those who said the Boy Who Lived
still lived on. As he jump into the dragon’s flaming maw, he hoped he did them
honor.
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