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Summary: Crossover with Harry Potter. Harry Potter and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were accidentally sucked into a portal and dumped into the bridge of Darth Vader's flagship.
Discovery
Thirty minutes later--
Aren't they tired of bickering? Lord Vader asked himself for the hundredth time since the teenagers started arguing. Evidently, Harry thought the same thing, because he told the other two to shut up or he'll hex them. (Whatever hex means, Vader thought.) Then the small boy continued to give them a sermon.
How could a boy so small make two people taller than him cringe? Vader asked himself. He almost burst out laughing at the sight of the three with Harry glaring and Ron and Hermione looking abashed. I should have him in some of the meetings I attend. I could certainly use someone who could shut those whining Grand Moffs up!He just couldn't help himself. Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, second-in-command of the Empire, the most feared man in the galaxy, laughed himself silly.
Ron and Hermione are still arguing. They shifted topics as quickly as they put their two Knuts in. He'd better do something before Hermione pops a blood vessel and Ron gets seriously maimed.
"Could you two please stop arguing?!" Harry asked them. They didn't skip a beat in their "debate". "Would the two of you mind if I get a word in?" No response. There is only one option left. Harry took a deep breath.
"IF YOU TWO DON'T SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, I'LL MAKE SURE THAT THE HEX THAT I'M GOING TO PUT ON BOTH OF YOU IS GOING TO BE PAINFUL!!!" Harry roared.The bickering teenagers didn't say anything for the next few moments. Harry could be threatening for someone so small, and his two friends have just witnessed the scary part of him first-hand today.
Harry didn't stop there. Oh, I'll definitely NOT stop there! I've been listening to their bickering for more than half an hour, and I won't miss the chance to give these two a row in this rare moment of silence! Harry thought viscously. "We are in an alien vessel and possibly in another galaxy, and all you two could do is argue something over as trivial as television! And how the heck did the conversation get to the telly anyway?!" When he saw that Hermione was going to answer, he quickly said, "Never mind! I don't want to know! Now, could we please discuss the matters at hand and not television?!" And besides, I think I know how the bickering turned to television, anyway.
Harry took a deep breath. "Herm, how many years do you think will take for us to get back to Earth?" he asked Hermione in a would-be-calm voice.
Before Hermione could answer, Ron butted in. "What do you mean 'years'?" he asked in a higher-than-normal voice.
Harry snorted. "Come on, Ron. How many years do you think it would take for a space probe to reach Pluto?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, it took years. And this technology is advanced. Maybe we're in the future?" the last comment was directed at Hermione.
"Well, yes, we could be in the future. But we could be in the past, too. Or maybe we're in a different galaxy. We'll never know, since if there is extraterrestrial life, their name for our planet could be different. I don't know." Hermione replied, shrugging.
"Wow! Hermione Granger admitted that she doesn't know the answer for something!" said Ron, his voice victorious.
"Well, of course I wouldn't know!" Hermione huffed. "There isn't any book that tells something about structures that transport people to other places! And since this place is centuries superior to our technology, it's no wonder that I wouldn't know a thing about this place. So there!" She stuck out her tongue at Ron.
So, they are from a primitive planet. And they seem to think that they've been brought to another location by a transporting device. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out - the ship is in hyperspace. Vader thought as the three continued to discuss the reasons why they ended up in the ship.
I think that I should make an appearance, Vader thought, as their conversation became boring. He grinned to himself. Let's see how they would react.
The Sith Lord stood up and headed for the door to the sick bay.
Just as Ron said something that would start another argument between Hermione and him, the door opened with a hiss.
The teenagers shut up as soon as they heard the mechanical breathing. They looked towards to the door and saw probably the most monstrous man (or alien Hermione thought wildly) they've ever seen in their life. It was two meters tall and has a skull-like mask with a helmet. He also has a metal cylinder hanging from his belt.
Oh shit, and I thought that Voldemort's scary, were the thoughts that went inside Harry's head. The look on Ron and Hermione's faces echoed his thoughts.
"What are your names?" the gigantic man asked them.
Harry was the first one to get over the shock. "Harry Potter," he said in a relatively calm voice
Hermione was the next one. "Her-Hermione Granger..." she stuttered.
"Ron Weasley." Ron's voice came out as a squeak, and he looked like he would pass out soon. If Harry were in any other situation, he would have laughed. Of course, he didn't dare move much less laugh in front of this dark and threatening man (or alien).
"I am Lord Darth Vader. You are currently on board the Super Star Destroyer Executor. All three of you are welcome to stay here as long as you tell me how you ended up in my bridge," the alien rumbled.
Harry, the most experienced of the three when it comes to circumstances like this, was the one who answered the Sith Lord. He quickly explained that they were looking at a mirror (not including the fact that they were in a school of magic) when it suddenly glowed. They were knocked unconscious and the next thing they knew, they were here. "Please, m'lord," - here, Harry winced inwardly, he felt like he was addressing Voldemort - "your technology is far superior from ours. And we need to get back home before anybody misses us!"
Vader probed them a bit. Harry wasn't lying and the other two were wholeheartedly agreeing with him. He also noticed that they felt his mental probe. Interesting.
Ron, Harry and Hermione all flinched as they felt the alien mentally probing him. (Is he a telepath?! Hermione thought.) The alien was just skimming their minds, not invading them, but the feeling was just so unfamilliar that they couldn't help but squirm.
"Follow me," the alien finally said, "and I will show you your temporary quarters. The teeangers followed him and left sickbay.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Twelve hours after the "Mirror Incident"
Neville Longbottom was worried. Ron, Harry and Hermione hadn't showed up for breakfast and he didn't hear the two boys come in the dormitory the night before.
"Lavender, Parvati," he called out.
"What is it, Neville?" Lavender Brown asked.
"Um," Neville bit his lip, "did Hermione come into your dormitory last night?"
Parvati Patil butt in. "No, she didn't. We just thought that she fell asleep at the common room and went down to breakfast early. Why?"
"That's because Ron and Harry didn't come up to the dormitory last night either," Seamus Finnigan answered.
"The Infamous Trio's at it again?" Dean Thomas asked, joining the conversation.
Seamus sniggered. "Infamous Trio?" he echoed.
"Stop laughing, Seamus, this is serious!" Parvati admonished him.
"Okay, where did we last see them?" Lavender asked.
"Ron and Hermione were in the common room last night," Neville immediately answered, "doing their homework. I think Harry was in detention with Professor Snape."
"And then?" Seamus asked when Neville paused.
"Then I saw Harry come into the common room and sit with Ron and Hermione. Harry told them aboutsomething and Ron looked excited while Hermione looked interested, but a bit worried. Then they went out of the Gryffindor Tower, and that's the last I saw of them." Neville finished.
"Guys, this is serious. We should tell Professor McGonagall!" Dean exclaimed.
"Tell Professor McGonagall what?" Fred Weasley asked as he and his brother George sat down to eat breakfast.
"Harry, Ron and Hermione are missing!" Parvati told them.
George spat out his bacon. Luckily, nobody was sitting across him. "What do you mean 'missing'?!" he exclaimed.
"Who's missing?" Ginny Weasley asked as she pulled up a seat.
"Ron, Harry and Hermione." Fred said in a deadpan voice.
"WHAT?!" Ginny shrieked. Several Gryffindors stared at her. "Since when?!" she asked in a more normal tone of voice.
"Since last night," Seamus answered.
"Then what are you waiting for? Tell McGonagall!" said Fred.
"We'll tell her after breakfast," Parvati said, looking at the Head Table. Professors Snape and McGonagall were conversing quietly.
When breakfast ended, the fifth year Gryffindors approached Professor McGonagall.
"Professor!" Seamus said as they caught up. "Professor, Ron, Harry and Hermione are missing! They didn't come back to the Tower last night and they aren't there during breakfast!"
"They are?!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed. Then, in a much softer tone, she said, "Thank you for telling me that. I will inform the headmaster about the situation. I will inform you when we find Potter, Weasley and Granger. In the meanwhile, all of you enjoy your weekend."
When the students left, Minerva McGonagall sighed and closed her eyes in resignation. "Oh Albus, I do hope you know what you're doing..." she whispered. McGonagall adruptly turned and headed for her office. She has some papers to grade.
