Take the Sky
Category: Harry Potter X Firefly
Summary: Time does not hold the Master of Death, but the Black is always home.
Earth That Was
It long ago ceased to suprise him, the blinding idiocy of the wizarding world. Harry himself might havebeen nearing 150, but even he could see that magic was dying alongside the planet. The rest of the wizarding world, however, continued to bury its head in the sand, despite the steadily increasing dying off of hundreds of magical species and the steady decline in magic levels. And, of course, not one of them had any plans to escape the planet with the muggles, except maybe the few muggleborns.
Harry supposed that he really didn't have a leg to stand on though, as his own plans were negligable. He, on the other hand, had a good reason not to. Besides the fact that he was old, and knew with a deep seated sense of fatality that he was close to the end, he also knew it would not be his final end.
Once again, thanks to the idiocy of the wizarding world, Harry was tied to a fate he had grudgingly accepted. After all, "one must die at the hand of the other" pretty much senteced Harry to some form of immortality. But Harry supposed that, in some way, he was lucky. Because he would literally get to start over, to be reborn in a completly new body. Since no matter how much magic he had, no amount of it could keep a body running forever.
And as time marched on, Harry was beginning to think he might actually be looking forward to it, his own unique adventure after "death".
Our Mr. Reynolds
Harry Potter was long since dead. As were three other names and lives in the almost 400 years since humanity had fled Earth That Was. Now, though, he was Malcolm Renyolds, preferably Mal. Nonmagical, in the classical sense, but then again the magics of space and new planets was different and always changing. He hadn't lost his nose for trouble, or his ability to stumble onto it, and Occulemency didn't necessarily require magic, as Mal had learned in his second life as a smuggler.
After all, he'd never particularly liked the Big Brother-esque corperate government of the Core planets. That was probably why he'd joined the Independents in their fight against the Alliance when the war broke out.
Hell, he'd always been more of a Browncoat, anyway.
He'd even come to relish the chance to fight with people, people with a cause, especially after he'd received news about his home planet. Even when he couldn't keep his fellow soldiers alive in the battle of Serenity Valley. Because they may have lost the war, but that didn't mean the cause was lost.
Still, the war had ended, and Mal wasn't stupid or bitter enough to waste his life trying to keep the fight going. No, but nothing said he had to stay in Alliance-heavy space.
Serenity
Even after all the centuries, Mal still loved to fly, especially since he could now literaly fly through the stars and the black. Better yet, owning a starship was his best way to stay free of the gorram Alliance. Unfortunately, due to his extenuating circumstances, any ship was only going to be new in its relativity to him. Which meant he was trawling the half dozen ship junkyards of the backwater planet he was on, and fending off the dealers who seemed intent on selling him ugly pieces of fey wu.
In fact, he was about ready to call this dealer a bust, seeing as all the man seemed to have for sale were a bunch of clunky, outdated go se. The only reason he hadn't left yet was because he had a good feeling about his chance here. And it was the last junkyard planetside, and he couldn't afford to travel to a different planet if he still wanted to be able to afford a ship. So, yes, he had a good feeling.
Mal let his eyes wander, blocking out the dealers spiel about yet another clunky transport ship, and his gaze fell on what looked like an old Firefly class ship.
The dealer, with insticts honed by years of being a used ship salesman, immediately noticed his customer's distraction. He was mildly annoyed, but if he knew anything, he knew that particular look meant he would be making a sale. Even if it was for a dilapitaded Firefly, any sale was better than none.
In short order, the dealer had one less ship in his yard, and Mal was the proud owner of a Firefly ship and quite a few credits cheaper.
AN: I have fallen in love with Firefly, hence the one shot. And, you know, a new SF! Let me know what you think, so please don't forget to review!
~Ja ne!