Hello again! I give you my sincere thanks for two favs and five follows. It means the world to me, really! I tried to make some improvements on my writing in this chapter. If it works out, I will probably rewrite the first two chapters. Hopefully. They suck. Anyway, this is an interlude of Harry making himself at home on the Galaxy One. Also I found out that Avocato is a tuxedo cat, and I refuse to reveal how much research that took. This chapter starts directly after the second chapter. Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter, or Final Space, I wouldn't be a broke-ass student.

"What do you mean, bro?" Asked Gary, quietly.

"You know damn well what I mean." Avocato murmured back.

The tired crew was back instantly back in battle mode. Quinn, Avocato and Gary had taken out their blasters. Avocato and Quinn kept a deadly calm while Gary kept waving his blaster around. Mooncake was looking around in a menacing manner, his overall cuteness hiding the deadly abilities of his face-laser. The SAMES bots had turned their hands into swords and blasters. Even KVN was waving his arms in a menacing(ish) manner.

Harry was stunned. How had they found him out? In just one day? Under the Invisibility Cloak? All he did was steal some cookies!

"We know you're here." Said the anthropomorphic feline, slowly leveling his blaster. "Show yourself or we'll shoot."

Harry did absolutely nothing. He didn't Apparate, he didn't float away, he didn't even hex anyone! He just stood there, still as a rock, praying that the Invisibility Cloak was resistant to blaster fire, and he seriously doubted that notion.

"Avocato." Started Quinn, looking suspiciously at Avocato. "Are you sure someone's here?"

"HUE, make a scan." He said, holstering his blaster. A few seconds later, a pleasant robotic voice could be heard.

"Well, this is peculiar." Said the voice. "The pressure plates are detecting an extra person in the commissary, but no visual or audio. It is most likely an error." Gary and KVN weren't convinced.

"What happened to the cookies then, HUE?" Said the blonde, spitting out the name of the interface like it was a particularly venomous snake. "Yeah, what happened to the cookies, HUE?" Asked the floating yellow sphere, again spitting (figuratively) out the name of the interface.

"I don't know, dude." Said HUE. "Last night, the dispenser was opened without authorization, and three cookies disappeared without a trace." Gary's eyes widened.

"Chookity?"

"Yes, Mooncake. It appears that we have a ghost in our midst!"

Avocato rolled his eyes, his frustration visible on his face.

"If he is a ghost, how did he steal those cookies?"

"Huh. Good point."

Not being one to miss this chance, Harry quickly flew out the room. Once out the commissary, he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. He started taking in his surroundings. The talking didn't cease. The metallic-grey interior of the halls gave the spacecraft an unnaturally sterile, hospital-like feel. Trusting his stealthiness, he descended to the ground for the fist time in a day. And, thanks to his virtually unused legs, he immediately fell down. The chatter coming from the commissary stopped.

Harry sometimes seriously felt like he was Fate's little whipping bitch. The door leading to the commissary opened and out went the anthropomorphic tuxedo cat, also know as Avocato. Harry, swearing in an obscure version of Gaelic, flew away, with Avocato right behind him.

The aforementioned immortal wizard, who was currently dodging lasers headed straight at him, was forming quite the terrible plan. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the only plan he had. He sighed, and sent a Confundus at Avocato with a wave of his wrist. The cat stopped dead in his tracks. Success! Harry, who still wasn't quite over his adrenaline high, quickly entered the first room in sight.

The room looked uninhabited. The bed was made, there were no objects in sight, and there were nothing on the walls. Careful not to set off the pressure plates, He took out his carving pen, and started carving runes on the walls.

Thirteen minutes later, the runes were complete. He conjured a permanent marker and drew a pentagram on the ground. He landed in the middle of the pentagram and started doing complicated waving gestures with his wand. If he concentrated, he could hear footsteps headed to his direction. He made a quick jab with his wand and chanted: "Fidelius Occultum!"

The effects were instantaneous. The room started glowing a nice shade of blue. The overhead lights started flickering. An alarm started ringing. Harry didn't care. He placed his trunk on the floor, opened one of the Firewhiskey cases and gulped it down in one go. Which was a terrible idea, because he almost instantly started coughing his lungs off. After the three minutes of coughing fire, he settled down onto the bed, and cracked open the Potter family grimoire. A few moments later, he fell into much-needed sleep, with drool staining his viridian sweater.

Meanwhile, back at the Potter Manor, one bushy haired ghost was ecstatic, to say the very least. After four centuries of nonstop reading, she had finally exhausted the Potter Library! Luna was so going to pay up! She let otherworldly peacefulness take over her ghostly body, and soon later, the only evidence that Hermione Jean Potter-Granger had ever existed was the book, laid open on the ground.

Happy New Year! I know, I'm pretty late at posting this, but I am really proud of this chapter! I am seriously going to update the first chapter though. Please leave a review; constructive criticism is a much-needed blessing right around now. I think I will introduce Lil Cato next chapter. Bye!