Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.

Harry and Hedwig stand mounted on the Firebolt, stranded in the middle of no where.

Harry. Hedwig. What have you got?

Hedwig. [moans]

Harry. That bad, huh?

Hedwig. That maneuver not only damaged the hyperdrive, but the subspace radio has been knocked out.

Harry. In other words, we can't leave, we aren't likely to be found, and we can't call for help. Does that about sum it up?

Hedwig. [beeps]

Harry. Right. And we can't stay here. Not for long, anyway. [sighs] All right. Try this. We take the hyperdrive motivators off both engines and see if we can salvage enough components to put together a single functional one. If we can, we remount it somewhere in the middle of the aft fuselage where it can handle both engines. Maybe where the S-Foil servo actuator is now. We don't need that to get home. Possible?

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. I'm not asking if it will be easy, just if it would be possible.

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. Well, let's give it a try anyway.

Harry moves around on the Firebolt, reaching into the cargo compartment.

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. Don't worry. I'm not going to get stuck.

Harry retrieves his flight suit and places it on, gearing himself for vacuum.

If you want to be helpful, you might pull up the maintenance specs and find out exactly how I go about getting one of those motivators out. And cheer up, will you? You're starting to sound like Percy.

Hedwig. [whistles indignantly]

After several hours, Harry finally manages to remove the hyperdrive motivator and analyze it.

Harry. It's riddled with cracks. The whole shield casing. Just hairlines, really. You can barely see some of them. But they run most of the length of the sides.

Hedwig. Meaning all we really have is a pile of spare parts.

Harry. Let's not give up yet. If the other motivator's casing is all right, we may still be in business.

Harry looks through the cargo compartment, searching for ways to repair the hyperdrive . . . to no avail.

[sighs] For the Auror, there is no emotion; there is peace. [to Hedwig] I'm coming in, Hedwig. While you're waiting, I want you to pull everything we've got on the subspace radio antenna.

Harry and Hedwig examine the subspace radio antenna.

All right. Here's what we're going to do. The antenna's outer wiring is useless. But it doesn't look like the core itself was damaged. If we can find ten kilometers of superconducting wire somewhere else on the ship, we should be able to make ourselves a new one. Right?

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. Oh, come on now. You mean to tell me you can't do what some nonintelligent wire-wrapping machine does all day?

Hedwig. [whistles indignantly]

Harry. Well, then, there's no problem. I'd guess either the repulsorlift drive or else the sensor jammer will have all the wire we need. Check on that, will you?

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. Yes, I know what the life support's limitations are. That's why you'll be the one doing all the wiring. I'm going to have to spend most of the time back in hibernation trance.

Hedwig. [whistles]

Harry. Don't worry about it. As long as I come up every few days for food and water, hibernation is perfectly safe. You've seen me do it a dozen times, remember? Now get busy and run those checks.

Harry strips the antenna from the sensor jammer, hoping Hedwig would be able to use it to create a rudimentary antenna for the radio.

Now don't forget. If anything goes wrong, or you even think something's about to go wrong, you go ahead and wake me up. Got that?

Hedwig. Of course.

Harry. All right. I guess this is it, then.

As Harry succumbs to a dreamless sleep, he using Legilimency to contact Hermione through the Magic.

[via Legilimency] Hermione. Hermione . . .

Little did he know, but his contact is felt by Hermione, miles away in Minsk.

Exit all.