Sorry about all your reindeer," Giga granger consoles the stout red man in her hand. She had managed to catch Santa just in time but the reindeer were all fallen to the deeps of the sea by now, and they were all exploded by Muhad al Adin's rocket to boot!

"That's okay, hohoho, theyre just allegories for the phases of the moon anyway," he dismisses the loss casually, aside from bein a beligerent racist santa claus is also very caullous about animals (Mr.s Claus has a whole closet of furs and pelts all whose throats skulls and bellies he had himself slashed smashed and disembowled personally with a glint in his beady litttle blue eye).

"It looks like you scared them off with your Icicle Barrage attack," Hermoine Lion Heart, The Time Child, espoused, she slitted her eyes in impressment with such skills, "you gotta teach me that one," but Santa was already looking about peevishly for a house elf to bring him some sort of refreshment,

"Where is the hospitality staff around here," he asked his curly headed travelcompanion and as an aside in a thoroughly different tone, "I need a godamn Martrini over here I've had one seriously fucked up day so far!"

Eventually a plane elf, who had just up until then been in the process of the being stampled and stomped up in the panicked commotion aboard the Return to Hogwarts Express, was compelled to apparate to the spot by the sheer peevish comandingness of his tone, and also his Annunanki powers, but that is a sotry for a nother time because now that hes had a sip and a moment to catch his bearings his grievous wounds really begin to show their wear.

"Oh shit you look pretty injured Bioform Designate; Santa of Claus," Mecha Granger 2030 exclaimed when the martini glass slipped from his hand and he stumbled over a ridge in Giga Grangers palm he fell staight onto his face.

The amount of blood leaking from Santas rahter egregious wounds had attracted a whole school of hammer heads which nipped and partially satiated their primal and ancient voracity upgonst the ankles of poor Giga Granger but she figured she had to just grin and bear it as part of good hostship.

"There isnt much time," Santa coughed out alongside some of his blood, "the demon leauge-"

But Mecha Granger 2030 placed her gunbarrel hand reassuringly over his weathered forehead, "shhh," she intoned electronically, "rest now"

But as usual the girl with the lions heart disagreed with her mechdroid compatriot, "I sense great evil forces about in the land, on the level of two Voldemorts, now is the time to plan our master stroke!"

Hermione Lion Heart had waged a quarterless war against the forces of darkness all her life and she wasn't about to give up now! not when she had a powerful, if battleworn, semi divine being on her side.

Santa Claus slurped up most of the white liqour he had spilt and chuckled bloodily, "you've got guts kid," he too would fight to the last!

He surveyed the view from high atop the Atlantic and eventually caught sight of the Return to Hogwarts express.

"I think I have a pretty good idea who sent that rocket after me," Santa informed the two anticipatory Hermiones.

They payed extra close attention to how he told them about how he had an idea about getting them into that plane, "from there we can get to Hogsmeade, which, if you didn't know, I suspect to be the epicenter of the Demon Leauges nefarious plot!"

Hermione Lion Heart and Mecha Granger 2030 locked eyes and Hermione nodded but Mecha Granger 2030 couldn't nod back because she has a compact steel frame with no neck, her face plate being situated in the relative 'chest' area beneath her mop of curly brown hair

"Yeah lets go to Hogsmeade and Icicle Barrage the shit out of those guys!" The Time Child exclaims after sharing a nod with her battle droid buddy.

"But are we just going to fly on over there all willy nilly without even a plan of action?" The future machine inquired with a perplectively which belied her sophisticated nuero phyircuitry, or pyshe-circuitry.

"Yeah" Hermione Lion Heart wanted to know, "what's the plan once we get there even?"

"Well," Santa mused, rubbing his chin, the hijackers had given him an idea, "have either of you girls ever done a 9/11?..."

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To Be Continued!