A small pod silently soared across the stars, headed forward toward 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.
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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.