Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belong to it's respective owners', namely J. K. Rowling.
This is just stupid, and crazy, Harry just seemed to think, as he sat in the passenger seat of the Weasley's light blue 1959 Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe, across from his friend Ron, while Hedwig sat in her cage amongst their other luggage in the back seats.
And he certainly made it clear to his friend, as they left the outskirts of London behind them.
"I can't believe I let you drag me into this, Ron! We really should have waited for your mum and dad to come back!"
"But they've never got past the barrier!"
"Maybe it was just temporary!"
"You don't know that!"
And soon, their argument was interrupted when they heard spluttering.
"Oh no! The invisibility boost is failing!"
Frowning, Harry immediately said, "Climb up higher. We'll have a better chance of not being seen on the ground if we're up higher. But not too high, Ron!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it".
And soon, the Ford Anglia started climbing up rapidly into the clouds, covering a lot of ground in just a few minutes as they went North, to Scotland.
Little did they realise, that for all the magic enchantments, the Ford Anglia was still detectable to radar, especially since the Invisibility Boost was not functioning.
As the Anglia left Hertfordshire, and crossed into Bedfordshire, it was detected by radars linked to London Area Control Center, at Swanwick in Hampshire.
The sudden, unexpected contact, deep within UK airspace, prompted those working at the Area Control Center, to consult the RAF Team stationed at Swanwick.
After a few minutes of discussion, the RAF decided to make a few calls.
Within RAF Wattisham, an airfield just near the village of Wattisham in Suffolk, the base commander received a call for a pilot on Quick Reaction Alert to be sent to investigate the unidentified contact.
The job was given, to No. 74 Squadron, otherwise known as Tiger Squadron.
In the Aircrew Ready Room, around six people was dressed in flight suits, sitting down on couches or chairs, either reading magazines or newspapers, making a cup of tea or just making idle chatter amongst themselves.
Two of those six people, were Flight Lieutenants Terry Reece and Nicholas Flanagan, an pilot and an navigator. And they were sitting on chairs, their feet propped up on other chairs, as they sat down and read the Daily Mail, or in Nicholas' case, tinkered around with a Rubik's Cube.
Then, came an alarm and immediately, Terry and Nicholas knew what it was, as it was their shift.
It was time to scramble.
Dropping everything they had in hand, Terry and Nicolas rushed to their lockers, where their flight helmets, harnesses, life preservers and gloves were located. Getting them out quickly, the pilots rushed out of the Aircrew Ready Room and headed towards their assigned Hardened Aircraft Shelter, where their aircraft awaited.
By the time Terry and Nicolas reached the Hardened Aircraft Shelter, the doors were sliding open (with it's alarms blaring to warn anyone close by to clear away from the doors), to reveal ground crew already working on the aircraft.
The F-4M Phantom FGR.2, it's pale grey colour scheme now becoming more prominent as the doors unveiled more daylight into the shelter.
And soon, Terry and Nicolas were climbing ladders to the front and rear cockpits, where they sat on the ejector seats, got themselves strapped in by the ground crew and immediately connected their flight helmets' oxygen masks to a port on the aircraft which would allow them to breath oxygen from an oxygen tank, if need be, just as the canopy closed.
Already, once the ground crew finished their jobs and cleared away from the aircraft, Terry flicked switches, and the Phantom was already taxing towards the runway, already armed with two AIM-9 Sidewinder short range air-to-air missiles, four Skyflash medium range air-to-air missiles and a fully loaded 20mm M61 Vulcan Gatling cannon in an SUU-23 gun pod, slung on a center pylon underneaf the Phantom's fuselage, while the aircraft also was loaded with two fuel tanks to give it extended range.
As they taxied to the runway, Terry and Nicolas found the time to run a radio check, as well as testing that the oxygen was working and that the computer systems were functioning.
Then, even though it took around 3 or 4 minutes to reach the runway, it seemed like no time at all, and soon, the Phantom was ready to launch.
After clearance from the control tower, Reece went to full thrust and the Phantom's two Rolls Royce Spey turbofans went to full blast, propelling the aircraft forward down the runway.
And when the aircraft achieved the right speed, Reece pulled the stick back.
With the Phantom lifting up from the runway, and soaring up into the sky, a lever was pulled, retracting the landing gear, and soon, the Phantom was on it's way, heading on an intercept course with the unidentified contact.
Yep, this was just another idea that would not go away.
The idea that the Ford Anglia used in The Chamber of Secrets to transport Harry and Ron to Hogwarts after Dobby shuts the door to Platform 9¾, was detected by radar and intercepted by the RAF.
At first, I was just planning on this being a one-shot story, but I felt that the Phantom launching from the runway, was a much more perfect conclusion to this chapter, so I figured that I leave the other stuff I'm working on for a second chapter. Plus, I'm still working out on those details on the interception and the aftermath.
So stay tuned for a second chapter.
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Update (13/8/17): Performed a major change in regards to the RAF's response, as ElMarquis pointed out to me that the Tornado GR.1, which I had initially used, would not have been used for Quick Reaction Alert. Instead, I made the decision to change the aircraft to the F-4M Phantom FGR.2, as well as change the Squadron (initially the Squadron I had first in mind, was No. 27 Squadron) and the RAF base from RAF Marham to RAF Wattisham.
Special thanks to Elmarquis to pointing this out!