Prologue: First Contact

October 9, 1997 0800 hours Greenwich time UK Space Agency

Jane MacLeod was expecting a normal day. She'd just gotten her coffee and had just settled into her seat when her phone went off. She sigh and pushed her long blonde hair back with a huff.

"Jane MacLeod speaking," she said listlessly.

"We've got an issue." Scott Dingles voice said on the other end of the line.

She sighed once again leaning back into her chair. "And that is?"

"There's a blip heading towards us."

"I-What?" She leaned up now a bit confused. It was far too early in the morning for this nonsense. "What do you mean?"

"I mean were the moon is there's an image coming up from behind it. NASA has confirmed it on their feeds as well. Green Bank Observatory saw it first...and it's moving towards us."

"Oh my..." She snapped her mouth close as she tried to compose herself. Okay there's a huge celestial object possibly heading towards us. No big deal asteroids do that all the time...and also killed the dinosaurs. Crap.

"Who else knows this?"

"I've already contacted everyone else such as White Hall and the Pentagon if that's what you're wondering. I was just confirming it with you."

"Good show," she said as she powered on her computer waiting for it to boot up. "Tell me everything you know about it."

"It's roughly a third the size of our moon and it's seems to be heading here at a constant rate now."

"Blimey," Jane breathed. "How fast is it coming in?"

"Well here's the thing I can't figure out..."

"That is?"

"It's...It's slowing down," Scott said sounding as shocked as she felt at the news of an asteroid in the first place.

"It's what?" Jane said in shock. "How's it slowing down?"

"I don't know myself but it's slowing down...hang on," the was a shuffling sound in the background that made Jane squirm as her computer finally booted up. She immediately opened her email and scrolled through slog until she got to one dated a few hours ago. Yes it was about the object and according to satellite images it was as he described.

"Does MI6 or MI5 know about this?"

"Like I said, all concerned parties know what's been going about," Scott said. "I've sent the information to them."

"Keep me informed if anything changes," Jane said sighing. This was going to be a long day.

Military Headquarters London, UK.

Air Chief Marshall Albert Shaw sighed as he followed the lackey that'd been sent to retrieve him. He was rather worried about the lack of contact that he'd recently noticed that his younger son had engaged in especially since the Christmas season was coming up soon and he knew that he son was off season. He knew that his boy had entered into a larger world once he'd gotten that strange letter from that school Hogwarts but he did wish his boy would let him know what was going on so he could help. Now this mess was going on making it even more precarious...

"Sir," a junior officer saluted him as he walked into a room.

"What's the situation?"

"There's a huge structure heading into our atmosphere that's broken off into pieces that are now heading towards several points on our planet." The subordinate said as he handed him a printout of what little they could see with satellites.

"Let's see what we've got," Albert looked down at the images. It was a large object which true to what he'd told him had a variety of smaller ones that appeared on the splitting off.

"So where are they heading?"

"From the trajectory it's heading straight for London proper," the subordinate said pointing to the projected path. "The other seems to be heading towards Dublin and the third is heading towards Paris."

"Lovely," Albert commented. He sincerely hoped that it was just a harmless stunt that these aliens were pulling. He half wondered on how his son's world was dealing with this news or even if they noticed it going on for that matter...

MACUSA Headquarters October 10, New York City. 0800

Alan Scrimgeour ran down the hall dodging various individuals in this rush to the Presidents office. Once he'd reached the door he slammed it opened startling Lady President Ming who stared at him.

"I'm sure there's a good reason for startling me so early this morning instead of just Floo-ing me or sending in an Owl," she drily commented at his sweaty form.

"Ah-" He breathed in catching his breath from his mad dash. "Yes sorry for the intrusion but I've just come from DC via Portkey. The Pentagon and NASA have just confirmed there's a celestial object approaching from the Moon heading towards us."

"Is it an asteroid?"

"No ma'am," he said. "They say it's something different but their No-Maj instruments are at a loss. They're keeping an eye on it and I wanted you know. My partner as well as my contact are monitoring the situation as we speak."

"Your enthusiasm is...appreciated. But next time just send a Floo to me. What's the official statement from the White House?"

"He's playing it cool for now," Alan said. "I think he wants to be sure before he makes an official statement."

"Ever the theatrical one isn't he?" President Ming sighed rubbing her head. "Alright. Get back there and keep an eye on the situation with your partner and contact. This might be an issue for us as well."

"Yes ma'am."

Nearby 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England 130 October 10.

They weren't here. Ron honestly wasn't sure what compelled him to check on the porch of the house. The house was empty so he wasn't surprised to see no movement but that didn't explain the lack of patrols. You'd think that the Death Eaters would've stepped up their game.

That was something that Ron noticed as soon as he reached the streets. Something was off. It was that feeling that made him hesitate instead heading directly to Shell Cottage where he knew he'd be safe. It was then he felt a tingling feeling run up his spine that made him squirm. That's when he heard a roar above him.

Ron looked up to the sky as did everyone else around him...What?! In the sky was blazing storm that was heading directly to London. Quite a few people gasped around as they watched the fireball approaching.

This...this isn't magic, he thought numbly. He shook his head and pinched himself for good measure. No the object wasn't going away. If anything it was still advancing.

"What in heaven's name is going on?!" An Asian man with a Welsh accent snapped close by. He looked over at Ron as if he could provide and explanation. Ron shrugged at first before noticing there was a slightly familiar falcon on his robes...Robes?! Oh no. Ron fingered his wand and began to back away slowly. The man tore his gaze away noticing the stare and his posture. He too began to figure his wand.

"Don't worry," an Indian woman with a Manchester accent assured Ron coming from behind making him jump. Bugger she'd sneaked up on him. He'd been to busy paying attention to him and not watching his back. "We ain't them. I personally don't support them. Besides I think this." She gestured towards the sky. "Kind of puts the whole hunt on hold I should think."

"Don't be daft those tossers will keep going regardless," the man said with a scoff with something of a fond exasperation lacing his tone. "But just for the record I don't care what Blood Status you are, none of my mates do either."

"Neither do I," the woman said with a smile squeezing his shoulder in a reassuring grip. "Names Lakshmi Kaur I'm a Chaser with the Harpies and that's me mate Falcon Chaser Taichi Rogers."

"Wait Quidditch players here?" Ron asked curiously. This wasn't anywhere near their clubs and as far as he knew this was the off season.

"Some of us from the League were going to meet at the Leaky Cauldron for a few off season pints but..." her voice trailed off. "That happened."

"Yes well UFOs do tend to put a dampener on..." an Black man with a Sheffield accent approached them started to say before he saw Ron. His jaw dropped and he quickly said in panic: "I'm a Half-Blood I swear! I've got my lineage right here!" He pulled out some papers. "I'm related to the Sacred Twenty!"

"Kris I don't think he's a Snatcher," Taichi said. "If he was he wouldn't have panicked when we showed up."

"Now, now," a woman with decided deep tan and brunette hair soothed who also had a Manchester accent as she approached the four of them. "We don't need that tosh now..."

"I'm not one of them," Ron assured them holding up his hands keeping his eyes on all them. Taichi looked dangerous while Lakshmi's smile had gained a sharp edge. Only the tanned one looked relaxed if only because she was tapping her wand in a rather threatening way while Kris looked like he was on verge of panicking but he did have his wand at the ready. "Honestly I swear I'm not one at all. The name's Stan Stunpike. I just wondered into this mess I swear."

There was silence among the group only disturbed by crowd around them either gasping or screaming in fear. Finally Kris breathed out shaking his head.

"I'm Kris Shaw," the man said with a sigh. "I'm the Seeker of the Falcons."

"Now see," Lakshmi said as she relaxed although Taichi still looked suspicious. "We're friends here."

"Good on you," the woman said bowing towards him. "I'm Fatima Shafiq. I'm the Seeker of the Harpies."

"What the bloody hell?!" A random cry made all of them look up to see that the fireball had transformed into a disc. A floating disc that came to a rest over Buckingham Palace if he wasn't mistaken.

"Okay seriously is someone on that UFO being a bit dramatic?" Kris said a bit sardonically recovering his wits a bit. "I mean really, parking over the palace like that?"

"A tad melodramatic...I should think," Taichi agreed. Ron had to agree with him too. It was a tad absurd for this...wait what did he call it?

"A UF-what?"

"UFO...Unidentified Flying Object...It's...It's a Muggle term," Kris said hesitantly stealing a glance at Ron. "But really what's it doing here?"

"You think the Prophet will report this?" Fatima asked looking at the Object with wonder.

"Are you barmy? Of course not," Taichi scoffed. "It's not their concern according to them."

"Not their...Um WHAT!? It's over all of bloody London and resting on top of Buckingham Palace!" Lakshmi barked incredulous. "I'd think this would be a concern to them Muggle or not! I mean the Blitz was a thing wasn't it?!"

"Yes even if we didn't understand the all of the politics of why but then again we were kind of busy with Grindelwald swanning about," Fatima said.

"Let's try one of the Muggle pubs," Kris suggested. "They'd got the Beeb so they'd know more then us."

"Beeb?"

"British Broadcasting Corp or Beeb, it's a Muggle news agency on the Telly...you didn't take Muggle Studies did you?" Kris said looking amused at Ron's bafflement.

"No," Ron shook his head utterly confused. What in the name of Merlin was a Telly? Wait didn't Dad or Harry or Hermione mention that?

"Well you're in luck because three of us did and Kris is something of an expert," Fatima said shaking her head. "So shut it and follow our lead. Lakshmi get the rest of the gang together yeah? I get the impression they'd want to know what's going on."

"Yes ma'am Captain ma'am," Lakshmi smartly saluted with a grin. She glanced up at the saucer and soon ran the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. Ron could say that he blamed her. This was way of his scope as well.

"Let's try that pub," Kris pointed to one on the left of the street. "Lekha and the rest of the gang can meet us there." He quickly took off with Taichi, Fatima and Ron in tow. Ron knew the reason he was following was due to curiosity. Something was going on and he wasn't sure if he liked it.