War Amongst Stars

July Thirty First

6:00 A.M.

1999 A.D.

Great Britain

London

#12 Grimwauld Place

Harry Potter's Bedroom

Harry sighed in frustration as he read the Daily Prophet. Voldemort had not long ago gathered more power than he thought possible and because of his stupidity Muggles and Wizards battled. Unsurprisingly the muggles were winning. However, they even with the immense firepower they had they found that they couldn't harm a death eater, let alone Voldemort himself. It was a forbidden magic. One that Voldemort had instilled into the Dark Mark. With it projectiles and explosives couldn't touch them. Furthermore, Voldemort was crushing any who stood against him.

In simple terms the muggles were killing every other wizard. This drove most magic users into Voldemort's service, fearing death by the hands of the Muggle military. It also meant that Harry and his ragtag group of friends had to hide and like Harry's godfather they found themselves seeking refuge in the home of the Blacks.

It had been two years ago when the prophesy had been completed. The Dark Lord attacked Hogwarts, assured of his victory over the few defenders of the light. It had been a bloodbath, and Hogwarts was just one of the many casualties in the battle.

Fortunately, Voldemort had been killed by Harry even as the Dark Lord had savored his victory and Hogwarts' ancient stone burned. Harry couldn't recall what he did. He only heard the accounts from what others said.

From what Harry had gathered he had walked up behind Voldemort as he gloated and fired a silent reducto at the back of the Dark Lord's head.

In a sense it had been poetic justice. Voldemort had been killed as he cooed over his victory.

Even though he couldn't remember it he still was deeply effected by taking Voldemort's life. It had made him retch as soon as he found out he had killed. More so, when he learned that his death had killed every death eater as well.

He still hated taking lives. In that sense he and Dumbledore were much alike.

Yet, the death of Voldemort did not stop the battle between magic and non magic folk.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Susan, Luna, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Molly, Arthur, Moody and even the staff of the former school had been forced to hide as the muggles continued on their bloody rampage.

"Harry?" A soft, concerned voice called to him as he stared out his window.

"Hmm? Hermione?" Harry turned towards his closest friend.

Hermione pulled him into her arms.

"Harry, I know its tough, but Dumbledore said that he thinks that destiny is going to have a major upset soon."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he watched a bomb drop explode dangerously close to Grimwauld place.

"I don't know." She admitted as she folder her legs under her and sat beside him.

She laid her head on his shoulder as he returned her hug.

"This miserable genocide will end. I know it. I just don't know how." Hermione whispered.

July Thirty First

9:45 A.M.

1999 A.D.

United States of America

Florida

NASA Instillation

"Emergency! We've detected a large object coming towards earth!" A technician screamed in horror.

"Easy man! Tell me what's going on!" The leader growled.

"A large object is dropping into our atmosphere. According to our trajectories traced it should land somewhere in the South Pacific." The brown haired technician calmed slightly.

"Then we don't need to worry right? It's just dropping into the water, sure there will be a wave, but the water will ensure the earth's safety. 'Sides, we can't afford to hit it with a missile anyhow, we've been too busy bombarding things." An older man with steel gray eyes and and a pair of glasses replied.

The leader nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. We don't have the armaments to waste on an object like that anyways. 'Sides, it might have some precious metal in it. Could be worth something if the U.S. government salvaged it after the wave."

"Yes Sir!" The brown haired man saluted.

July 31st

10:30 A.M.

South Pacific

Macross Island*

Silence, all was peaceful on the tiny tropical island. Macross Island was a tiny isle, barely only a few miles long and a few miles wide. It was so small that no humans lived on it. Nor would anyone really want to. There was little vegetation and few things to see. It however was an island owned by the Potter and Black families.

Suddenly, something happened. Fire burned in the skies above the tiny island, and heat ripped into the soil. The sand melted and became glass as a massive object ripped into the ground. Shards of glass and clumps of sand billowed into the air.

Then, once the sun appeared in the sky once more an object, several thousand yards long laid on the sands of the demolished isle. The NASA observation team instantly knew that this was no meteor, nor was it any celestial body. The metal hull loomed ominously in front of them.

Whatever it was, it wasn't made by the hands of man. Yet, it had to have been created by someone. Yet, the laws of the land demanded that they get the owners permission to investigate.

July 31st

11:45 A.M.

United States

Washington D.C.

"Let me get this straight, the island is not just owned by a one of the most wealthy men in the world but he's a 'zard too?" The agent asked over his cell phone.

"That's right. I need you to contact one of your English allies and get ahold of him. He will likely need to be able to enter 'zard locations. He should probably have experience dealing with goblins too."

"Right. I'll see if I can't get squibbie to go and do it."

With that the black suited man hung up his phone and dialed another number.

"Squibbie, I have an important job for you..."

Meanwhile across the ocean a man finished his conversation with another person over two thousand miles away from himself.

With his conversation ended Steve 'Squibbie' Williams made his way to the remains of Diagon Alley. London had become quiet and no longer did bombs fall on the city. The fall of the...well, whatever it was had stopped every battle on the planet and the world eagerly, yet fearfully awaited to hear what the mysterious owner of Macross Island would or wouldn't allow.

July 31st

10:00 P.M.

#12 Grimwauld Place

London

Harry and Hermione had held each other and drew strength from the others presence for many a-hour. Before they had known it yet another day had passed with them cowering in their prison.

Then, something unexpected happened. Someone knocked. To a normal person this wasn't such a strange thing but for a small band of outcasts trembling as they hid this was indeed a novelty. Harry quickly rose and made his way to the door, wand in hand. When he reached the door he cautiously opened it and saw a man dressed in a black suit on the other side.

"Are you a Mr. Harry James Potter?"

He was about the same height as Harry, not terribly tall nor was he short. His black hair was neat and his cool steel gray eyes held a professional air.

"Why are you looking for him?" Harry questioned nervously.

"Something big has happened. Something very, very big. Bigger than our battles between 'z-Wizards and Techies and for once we Techies need a 'z-Wizard's help." The American accented man said.

"Why don't you come inside and explain. It's too dangerous to stand outside like that; even for a Techie." Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"She's right. Come on in."

"Thank you. You and your wife are very kind." The man smiled for the first time.

Harry and Hermione blushed brilliantly.

"I-We, I mean we aren't..." Harry stuttered as the man shut the door behind him.

"Oh? My apologies. You seem to be a lovely couple and I just assumed..." The man shrugged.

Harry and Hermione's blushes increased exponentially.

"Now where was I? Oh yes. Today at 10:32 A.M. Mountain Time a large object crashed into an island in the South Pacific. This object is undeniably not man made, nor is is mere space residue such as a meteor or an old satellite. It was made by intelligent life. But there's a slight problem about the several mile long object. It wasn't made by humans." The man said in a slightly roundabout way.

"Aliens then?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"I have both footage and pictures of what we found. But because it's a privately owned island under the protection of the United States whose very laws can't allow us to investigate without permission we techies have found ourselves in a bit of a fix." The man said as he opened his briefcase and began to rummage through it.

After a moment the man pulled out a photograph.

It was a typical tropical island, small; and had nice weather. Yet, the elephant in the photo was one that could not be ignored. The island had a terrible wound caused by the object sliding across a large portion of it's surface and looming far larger than what the photo could show was a massive metal object.

"Whoa." Was Harry's succinct statement.

Hermione stared at the photo for a goodly while before she spoke weakly.

"Yes well, what does this have to do with Harry?" She asked.

"Miss. Granger, the island it landed on was Macross Island, an island that is owned by Mr. Potter here." The man explained.

Hermione's already wide eyes widened even more.

"So, what are you asking for?" She asked weakly.

Harry's eyes sharpened.

"You knew. You knew who I was and you somehow knew Hermione too."

The man merely nodded at the accusation.

"I did. I had to make sure I spoke to the right people after all. Anyhow, what the United States is asking for is permission to investigate this...ship shall we say."

"Why should I? You techies are trying to kill all magicals." Harry retorted.

"Ah, there is that indeed. But you see, this is a tad bit more complex that Techies killing 'zards. That's frankly only a cover for something much more...intense."

"A cover?" Hermione demanded.

"You Magics are so busy hiding you haven't been able to see techie news for a long time."

"What do you mean?"Hermione asked.

"World War III I'm afraid. You see, when Techies discovered magic users and their hostile Voldemort we battled him true, and many 'zards died too. But, while we were trying to curb stomp his head in a global war broke out. Yet there was one thing all nations agreed on, we needed to present an invincible front to Wizards so we all acted as though we were trying to kill the 'zards while the global war rocked the world. We didn't stop that illusion even after you blew Voldemort's brains over the pavement mainly because by that time most wizards hated techies so much that should we have offered peace they would have spat on our hand. Pureblooded idiots mostly. 'Sides, we knew that magic would recover. It always does."

"You let a genocide continue just to maintain an illusion?" Hermione whispered dangerously.

"I can assure you, Both England and the U.S. didn't agree with it. The U.N. Decreed it after all."

"So the U.N. made us into criminals." Hermione completed with a disgusted shake of her head.

"That's right. Unfortunately. Since the U.K. and U.S. alike didn't want the rest of the world ganging up on either one of them...as powerful as they might be they bowed to necessity."

"Dirty politics indeed." Hermione muttered.

"That's how it's done at that level Miss. Granger."

Harry had been silent for a long while.

"Mr. Potter?"

"I have requirements to allow the U.S. to investigate."

"Name them Mr. Potter and I'll see what my superiors say." The man replied.

"First this genocide must no longer be supported by the U.S. Second, only U.S. forces may investigate this unless the U.K. agrees to these terms I am demanding as well. Thirdly, I want full knowledge and access to the investigation for myself and whatever party I bring along."

"Let's see, full disclosure to you and your people, genocide no longer supported..." The man scribbled down his notes quickly.

"I can't promise anything Mr. Potter but, I'll see what they have to say." He promised.

The man turned and left his home with a quick farewell.

August 7th, 1999 A.D.

Macross Island

Landing Party

"So this is the ship I've heard so much about." Harry said as he, his friends, and the U.S. and U.K. scientists stepped into a hole near what appeared to be the bridge of the ship.

As soon as they entered Harry felt strange, very very strange.

"Is it just me or do I feel tiny?" He asked the question on everyone's minds.

"It's not just you Mr. Potter." Steve assured him.

"I thought not." Harry sighed.

"All right, this is such a large site folks. Be sure to take a GPS and MapSketcher so you don't get lost." The lead investigator said.

"Err, not to sound stupid, but what's a MapSketcher?" Harry asked.

"Its a new piece of technology that automatically trace the area and record it in it's databanks. With a full Terabyte it'll last you a long, long while. This way with both the MapSketcher and the GPS you shouldn't get lost. Be sure to keep your phones on though. Magics, I figured none of you would have a phone so I got seven of 'em for your usage. Stay in groups since there's fourteen of you. Groups of two please folks!" The man said handing out the phones and other devices.

Thanks to Steve's influence Harry and Hermione found themselves together as one of the teams of two.

They separated and began to investigate.

For what felt to be an eternity they wandered down endless halls made for beings far larger than themselves.

"Hey Hermione..." Harry suddenly said.

"What is it?" She asked.

Harry pointed to a thirty foot tall rack. On the ground nearby there were several riffles.

"I think this might have been a military vessel." Hermione admitted.

Harry turned and gave her a 'no duh' expression, to which she blushed brilliantly.

"But what kind of being could use one of these?" Harry asked as he sat on the butt of a riffle.

Hermione merely shrugged as she sat beside him.

"I bet they are pretty big though." Hermione said dryly as she opened their shared phone.

*Location for story purposes is an Unnamed Island just off Moto Mano island in the South Pacific in real life the island is barely 1000 feet long and 500 feet wide. Okay so the idea is pretty simple, Take Robotech, Harry Potter and a few extra elements to make a new tale. Robotech/HP cross. Now in real life there is no 'Macross Island, but if Harry owned an Island he could name it w/e he wanted and I guess Macross was what he named it. Magic will have it's place certainly. This is another 'might be' tale that I needed to get out of my mind so It'd stop attacking my mental shields.

This is a nice thing to have indeed. ^.^

If you like any one of these enough just review/P.M. and if I feel enough people are wanting that one I'll go ahead and take it farther.