["What the hell are you doing!?"] the warehouse employee demanded when he saw his coworker sitting on a palette chugging a bottle, the smell of alcohol rolling off him. ["The boss'll have your hide if he catches you drinking on the job!"]

["I've been working all day! I deserve a little break!"] came the slightly inebriated response. ["Besides, I ain't had that mu*]

The rest was cut off by a yellow-colored object smashing into the road a few yards away. Both men barely had a chance to blink before it rocketed back up into the sky, further shattering the asphalt in the process.

The pair looked at the impact side for what seemed like forever before one finally spoke. ["Scoot over."]

"Still don't see why you're so adamant against taking a plane, Tempest!" Fubuki muttered as she flew alongside her sister and Genos.

"Because they're cramped, they smell sometimes, the food is lousy, the movies suck, and the people you sit by can be annoying, disgusting, or both!" Tempest yelled back.

"Any idea how much longer?" She asked, looking down at the terrain shooting by a few hundred feet below them.

"I calculate another thirty-five hundred miles before we reach the English Channel." Genos answered her. "So, possibly an hour and a half to two, provided we all maintain our current speed...and we don't lose Sensei." He added, noticing the man reach altitude with them at the arc of his jump.

"Speaking of which...you doing ok back there, Harry?" Tempest asked, glancing behind at the boy. She'd decided that the trip would be good practice for his esper flight. For as long as he could hold up on his own, at least.

"I'm good." He replied, keeping surprising pace with them. "Say, how'd you guys get the Hero Association to agree to all this?"

" I simply told them I would be taking some vacation time." Genos replied. "Luckily, Bang and Mumen Rider agreed to look after the apartment in our absence."

"I did the same." Tempest added. "And that I'd be bringing 'Caped Baldy' with me in case I got bored."

"But that's what I told them!" Fubuki blurted out. "I even showed the receipt for my new bikini!"

"What bikini?" Tempest asked. Her eyes widened when she saw Fubuki's smirk. "Wait...that little blue...Fubuki, you said that's a handkerchief!"

"If it helps, I got you one too."

"That's beside the point! You...you…I..." She faltered for a moment. "Better be in green…" She muttered, cheeks pinking somewhat.

"Uncle Genos?" Harry asked, eying the two sisters with a hint of concern. "Any idea what they're going on about this time?"

"Uh…" if he still had his original esophagus, Genos probably would have gulped slightly at this point.

Heathrow Airport

McGonagall glanced around uneasily at the large crowd of people milling about the open air terminal, adjusting the shawl she had on to stave off the breeze wafting in. While she was somewhat familiar with certain aspects of non-magical London, her travel companion didn't have the same luxury.

That and his considerable size.

"Any idea which one of these metal contraptions Harry'll be coming in on, Professor?" Rubeus Hagrid asked as he stood by the edge nearest the tarmac, trying to look out around some of the parked planes . "Still don't see how muggles get those things in the air with no magic."

"I don't know, Hagrid" she replied. "The letter didn't specify." her voice dropped to a stern whisper when she saw a few people look at him strangely, though it might've just been them wondering how the man could wear that heavy coat with the summer sun beating down on everyone. "And need I remind you to watch what you say!? You're drawing attention!"

"Sorry, Professor." he had the grace to look sheepish. "Kind of anxious. Been over ten years since I've seen the little tyke. All I can say is those foreigners better've treated him right…"

"What's that?"

"It's moving pretty fast."

"And right this way!"

Whatever else Hagrid was going to say was drowned out by the alarmed chatter of people at the sight of a green glow up in the sky. From the direction it was taking, it looked to hit the open area near the runway.

Several gathered around the pair to watch with shocked amazement while others deciding hightailing it out was the better idea.

Hagrid and McGonagall were among the former. Both watched, mouths agape, as the object seemed to separate slightly into four before rapidly deccelerating less than fifty feet above the ground.

"P-Professor...are you…?"

"Yes; yes, Hagrid." McGonagall replied, not really trusting her voice at the sight.

The chatter and shouts dropped to murmuring of confusion and shock as the objects came to a gentle landing on the tarmac, revealing exactly what they were.

"Bloody hell!"

"They..they're people!"

"This is some comic book shite, man!"

McGonagall looked at the quartet, wondering just who they were when her eyebrows raised up comically at the unmistakable metal arms of Genos. "Why do I suddenly feel as if I should have stayed in bed today?" She asked herself.

With him was a dark-haired woman wearing a-as far as McGonagall was concerned-scandalously tight black dress. There was also a smaller female, who at first glance, looked to be a young girl with alarmingly green hair and wearing an equally scandalous dress.

It was an act of immense control for McGonagall to force down the urge to march over and deliver a serious upbraiding for it. It could be a common article of clothing there for all she knew.

Thankfully for all those involved, that thought took a backseat when she saw the fourth member; a dark-haired boy wearing some type of uniform.

"Um, are...are those them, Professor?" Hagrid asked once he managed to get his jaw off the ground.

"Somewhat, Hagrid. The blonde one is Mr. Genos, though I am unaware as to who the woman and girl are. But it's safe to assume that the young man is Mr. Potter."

"That's Harry?" Hagrid asked in surprise. "Well…he kinda looks like his father." he looked around. "So, where's this Saitama fella at?"

*THUD!*

He was promptly answered by a fifth individual landing in a three-point fashion nearby, though with considerably more force. Enough to produce a spiderweb crack, actually.

McGonagall found herself tilting her head a little at the bright yellow jumpsuit the newest individual was wearing. It tilted a bit more when the gleam from his noggin hit her. "That would be him, I believe."

They watched as Saitama crouched for a few seconds before standing, a big grin on his face. "Heh, I always wanted to do that!"

"Hey, let me try that!" Harry piped up, rocketing back into the air before anyone could react.

"Boys…" The green-haired 'girl' muttered as she took a few steps back, just time for Harry to slam back down with the same three-point style…

And put even more cracks in the ground.

McGonagall stared at the sight for seemingly forever before slowly turning to Hagrid. "YOU get to tell Dumbledore about this."