Authors Note: A brief oneshot I wrote and posted on another site a couple of months ago.

Edited 20/04/2015: Fixed broken line breaks. Fixed Typos.

Edited 1/07/2015: Added date. Changed the last sentence, for better continuity.

Editied 22/03/2016: Changed multiple lines for better continuity. Error fixing.

17th of June 1991

Dumbledore seemingly muttered into thin air as he worked on his latest project, his voice echoing throughout the surrounding area to the accompanying sound of freshly oiled steel gears rotating. His normally bright and marvellous robes were replaced with a set of black ones that still failed to hide their stained and tattered nature, the thick pungent spell of oil and diesel clung to them. The sharp glare of a magical light hovering over him illuminated the grey steel he stood upon and barely pierced the surrounding darkness. Further off into the expansive warehouse, the massive silhouettes of his other projects stood, the slight movement on some of them betraying their enchanted state.

As he stood after casting his latest spell he announced 'Are you she looks right? I haven't missed anything important? I wouldn't want to place the finishing spells on her without everything else being complete.'

He looked towards the two nearest silhouettes as if they would answer and was rewarded with the sound of the rotating gears and hissing steam. A set of structures with great long protuberances started to move and then attempted the best mimicry of a shrug they could.

'Perhaps some more light, would help to make your decision' Dumbledore jokingly declared his eyes twinkling in merriment behind half-moon glasses.

He sent a burst of magic into the air as he removed his previous light, activating a series of runes over hundred metres from the ground, that then proceeded to light up in the fashion of strip lights in a muggle warehouse.

The light now revealed that Dumbledore stood upon not a small platform of steel, but upon the a great strip with white paint markings running along it the conning tower and bridge towering over the otherwise flat flight deck.

'Now, do you think she looks right?' Dumbledore questioned, whilst turning to face the previously obscured observers.

The great hulks of steel stared back at him, covered in thick layers of armour and bristling with mighty weapons mounts, the battleships HMS Prince of Wales 53 and Musashi inspected the now fully revealed the aircraft carrier Kaga. Their turrets rotated to observe the full length of the ship and radars pinged to make sure she matched the profile they knew she should have. Dumbledore flicked his wrist and the turntable the frame holding her up rested on spun slowly, giving the other two an ample amount time to find any irregularities. Finally after many anxious minutes the battleships moved the barrels of their fore turrets in an approximation of a nod and affirmative signal flags ran up the conning towers.

Dumbledore released a breath he hardly knew he had been holding and prepared for the final part of the project. Fixing hull breaches, enchanting fuel tanks to never run out, self-repairing charms over the entire vessel and magical improvement's on thousands of components had been child's play compared to what he was about to attempt. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dumbledore began chanting and waving the Elder Wand in complex patterns as he started the spells that would grant no small level of self-awareness and intelligence to Kaga. Minutes slipped away as Dumbledore continued his spells, under the watchful gaze of the battleships awaiting a new sibling.

**BIG**

Over three hours later Dumbledore stopped chanting, his wand almost slipping from his sweat slicked palms. He heard the Kaga's oil burning boilers ignite and a mixture of smoke and steam poured down her side from the uniquely placed funnel, signal flags ran up her conning tower asking questions, Musashi answered in kind to ease the now confused carrier who had suddenly woke up, her last memories filled with the shame of defeat from Midway and the embarrassment of not even sinking in battle, having been scuttled to avoid capture.

Once he had regained his breath and had cleaned the worst of the sweat from his face and hands. Dumbledore spoke in Japanese to the now significantly calmer but confused vessel he stood upon.

'Do not worry, there are no enemies in here only old friends and new friends.' Dumbledore spoke his voice calming 'But for now rest, speak with your siblings, I know you all communicate with your radios and listen in on the muggle radio shows. Goodnight I shall leave the lights on; they were only off so as to surprise some of the other ships here for your reveal.'

"Rest, learn, and become great friends, I sense a great darkness is approaching, and I fear I will not be able to stop it alone. I can only hope it has passed before the children must confront it, but if that has come to pass, I must hope that they have been prepared to face it, with love in their hearts, and friends by their side, because even the smallest candle can hold back the darkness. Love, and friendship are brighter than any candle." Dumbledore thought.

With that Dumbledore disappeared with the sharp crack of disapparition echoing throughout the area. Once the final echoes had died a side effect of the spells to bring the ship to life he had not foreseen occurred, specks of light began to pool in two clusters on the ground in front of Musashi and Prince of Wales and in a flash a pair of young girls appeared.

The ending is left open intentionally, so I could continue this at another time or use it for other possible fics.

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