Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Camelot
Chapter Two-Mission to Mars

King Arthur gently lifted his body from the chair. Where was he...how had this happened? He looked over at his wife, the beauteous Queen Guenivere. She had also sat up in her royal seat and was peering around at the Court. Sir Lancelot's eyes blinked. Merlin peered around cautiously, holding his wand protectively.
How did this occur? he thought.
Suddenly a black robed figured Apparated in the room, King Arthur raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. The newcomer raised his wand, and all Arthur knew slowly faded away...

Hermione, a good deal taller then last year, while Harry had stayed nearly the same bolted out of her car in full Muggle clothes, yelled out. Grinning broadly Harry walked over gave Hermione a hug and a more then friendly kiss.
While Harry and Hermione embraced, Minerva McGonagall walked and said hollowly to Sirius. Judging from her hair, the wind resistance, and the fact Hermione had driven a convertible, showed that either Hermione ignored the speed limit signs or hadn't quite gotten the hang of driving, regardless of her test scores.
As Harry and Hermione parted their lips, he heard a snort from Sirius and a condescending remark from one Professor McGonagall.
Harry Potter, could at least say hello to a teacher before kissing your girlfriend.
No I couldn't, Harry grinned and blushed at what he said, and Hermione turned a shade of pink Harry found quite attractive.
she whispered in his ear, which quite interestingly, tickled,
Harry grinned again and nodded, Where's Ron?
Already in Canada, Hermione replied, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear again, He's rather upset...Cho broke up with him. I'll tell you about it later.
Stiffly, Harry nodded, feeling rather sorry for his friend.
Minerva said, still a little shell-shocked from Hermione's driving, We'll go to Canada after we get to the house. Hermione...let the Magicomputer drive please.
Hermione grinned showing her beautiful teeth, I'd rather drive, professor.
McGonagall sighed and closed her eyes, Go ahead then.
Hermione grinned, put her hands on the wheel and pressed the pedal. The back tires spun, and the car went backwards into the curb. Harry laughed nervously, and McGonagall seemed about ready to have a heart attack.
Maybe the Magicomputer wouldn't be such a bad idea Hermione... Harry suggested.
Hermione laughed and Harry closed his eyes to accentuate his hearing. Ahhh, the melody...
And on these happy thoughts the car jerked back and then went full-force into the road, and crossed the double-yellow line, now putting the car on the right line. While Hermione swerved the car back into the left lane, Minerva yelled out, That's it Miss Granger! Turn on the Magicomputer!
Hermione sighed,
No buts! You're parents told me to take of care of you and that means no getting us killed!
Sighing, Hermione pressed a green button on the dash and said, McGonagall's house.
Immediately the car straightened out, Hermione put her hands on the driving wheel for effect, so that obviously, the Muggles wouldn't catch on.
So Harry, Hermione asked, How was the summer?
Not bad for only being two weeks so far, Harry answered back,
Hermione said, I'm glad to go see my cousin...we were ten when I saw her last. That's about it.
Harry nodded, How about yours Professor?
Please Harry, Professor McGonagall said, We're out of school you can call me Minerva.
All right, Harry said grinning, he had never thought he'd spend part of a summer, even riding in a car with a teacher, Are you coming to Canada?
Good heavens no! McGonagall said, Hobbes and Calvin are in Toronto right now, rounding up some of the late Dark Lord's followers. Cavin'll join you at Scrimmage's.
Harry said excitedly, Calvin'll be there?
Hermione confirmed, I'm hoping that Hobbes stops by as well.
Harry nodded, So no adult supervision?
Minerva's eyebrows raised,
Hermione begin to protest.
And with that Professor McGonagall grinned, I didn't mean like that Hermione, I was referring to Mr. Potter's record of getting in trouble.
Harry said, I see, then he grinned, Well I'll try to do my best to stay away from it!
Minerva laughed and soon they where at a small village that continuously being built up...New Hogsmeade.
Harry felt a few chills roll down his spine as he walked over the ash that had once been building. True, no one had been killed...luckily. Harry had a strange premonition that said luck wouldn't repeat itself.
To chase away those thoughts Harry slipped his arm around Hermione and she grinned up at him. She definitely and to as Harry was two inches taller then he had been the previous year, and now weighed a hundred and sixty pounds now that he was being fed reasonably.
Suddenly, Harry's thoughts turned to his good buddies Calvin and Hobbes.
Hey Herms? Harry asked looking into Hermione's gorgeous brown eyes, When do you think Calvin'll come
Hermione began.

Two shrill screams pierced the afternoon air and instantly everyone looked skyward.
A red wagon was in the middle of a huge free-fall and it was tumbling end over end. Hanging onto the handle was one Calvin Arrow, a precocious sixteen year old American wizard who transferred to Hogwarts last year. Nearby him was Professor Hobbes Siberia, who currently had a bushy tail, bugged out eyes, and arms spread out in a skydiver type position.

Obviously the screaming continued. Next to him Harry heard Hermione gasp, Minerva, what's-
This time Hermione was cut off by two bodies soundly thwacking into the perfectly manicured deep green lawn of Professor McGonagall's home.
Quickly all three of the innocent bystanders rushed over to help Calvin and Hobbes up. Being wizards neither one had been hurt seriously, but both had a few cuts and bruises.
While Harry and Hermione were standing there slack-jawed more letting Calvin and Hobbes support them then they were supporting the crashees. Hobbes quickly performed a few healing spells on himself and then did the same to Calvin muttering that it was better then Calvin's mom sewing, she never did use an antiseptic. Wizarimals have it tough.
Just what in the name of Gryffindor is going on her Hobbes? Minerva McGonagall yelled out looking directly into the tiger's warm black eyes. Hobbes just grinned sheepishly and let Minerva rail into him, Hobbes, I mean for cripes' sake, show a few adultish qualities! Especially if your going to be replacing me!
Harry and Hermione squawked out at the same time, suddenly feeling a little out of the loop.
You mean you haven't told them yet, Minerva? Hobbes grinned his eyes twinkling in the sunlight.
Well, no, Minerva admitted biting her lip, At least not yet.
Hobbes grinned, I'm going to be Head of Gryffindor House for this year, and I'll be taking over Transfiguration in Minerva's absence.
Hermione asked, seemingly hurt that one of her favorite teachers would be leaving.
Minerva answered in a clipped tone.
That one word was all that it took for Harry and Hermione to nod slowly. Along with Calvin, Hobbes, and Ron they were members of the Phoenix Underground, a task force of wizards and witches mainly from England dedicated to the downfall of all Dark witches and wizards.
As a result, Hobbes intoned, I won't be leading the route of Death Eater hideouts in Canada, the U.S., and Mexico. Last fall, as we all very well know there was a Death Eater strike in America, but they were working with Voldemort. So they shouldn't pose much of a threat anymore. Basically we should be able to take out what's left. Besides, most of the main Death Eaters we apprehended or killed at the attack on the school.
Harry nodded, trying in vain to remove the pictures of the carnage from his memory had been one of his main pastimes the few weeks. Perhaps sensing what he was feeling, or perhaps not, Hermione squeezed his side a little tighter.
Hobbes continued, At the Ministry the feeling is that some of the older Aurors are not needed, so Minister Weasley has formally released me from service. That's why I'm not in Toronto anymore.
Percy fired you? Harry was outraged.
Sagely, Hobbes nodded.
Calvin suddenly broke in, This'll allow Hobbes to hang out with us some more.
As for that, McGonagall said, fixing Calvin with one of her infamous and the giving another one to Hobbes, There will be no lack of discipline in Gryffindor House, do you hear me Mr. Siberia?
Hobbes grinned, Of course not, Minerva. Now Calvin how about doing the Prefect Couple the honors of wedding them in holy matri-, Harry went redder then Ron's hair and looked down in embarrassment, I mean, Hobbes coughed, Why we're here.
Calvin said grinning one of his strange triangle smiles, Hobbes and I recently came back from a quick mission to Europa in the wagon, Before he had become a wizard, Harry would have thought that insane and recommended that Calvin be handed over to better authorities. Now of course, nothing could surprise him, And we found out that you we're headed of to Canada (Author's Note: I'm resisting the temptation to put in here after every sentence, lol) so we figured you guys might want to head off to Mars. We've got our permanent camp there, G.R.O.S.S.ness Base, and so we can go max and relax some.
Excuse me, Calvin, Minerva said, raising a questioning eyebrow, But Harry and Hermione are expected at Miss Scrimmage's any minute, pray tell, how are you going to get them back in time?
Simple Einstenian theory, Calvin answered smoothly, On the return trip home we'll click up the fusion afterburners and fzoom!, Calvin zoomed his hand through the air in front him, We'll warp back in time no sweat and ta-da, we'll return at the exact second we left.
Are you sure? McGonagall still seemed quite skeptical about the whole idea.
Sure, I'm sure, Calvin said easily, It's not a problem.
All right then...
No sooner had Minerva given her blessing then Hobbes did a quick Repairing Spell on the wagon and invited Harry and Hermione to jump in. Harry and Hermione quickly did so, still holding onto each other as the jumped into the backseat of the wagon, which had seemingly been enlarged to support several people at once.
Do we need goggles this time? Harry asked of Calvin who was driving in the front holding onto the handle.
Calvin responded, I've been going to Mars since I was six. Oh, by the way, don't worry about the tentacled Martians. They're cool, and they're not too intelligent. They're used to seeing me and Hobbes.
As Calvin performed a few spells to change the terrain around to them to a vibrant woods over Minerva's protests, Hobbes conjured up a box and ramp at the bottom of the hill Calvin and created around the wagon. Harry grinned as he looked at the two expert wizards in action. Suddenly, with the quickness of Calvin and Hobbes' a few minutes earlier, a thought struck him, how in the world had Calvin and Hobbes gone to Mars, and why didn't the American space program...NASA, that was the name it, notice? Before Harry could open his mouth to ask the question, Calvin magically propelled the wagon forward, it gained a huge brust of speed and Harry felt Hermione holding onto him tightly and realized a second later that he was doing the same to her.
When the wagon hit the ramp, it lifted off with incredible speed and Harry felt a little sick to his stomach. The vertical climb through the stratosphere seemed to take forever but in reality in lasted less then ten seconds. Another thought gripped Harry's mind, he was going to be the first person of British nationality in space! Well, at least he thought, for all he knew Dumbledore could have his own personal space shuttle...
All of a sudden the sky changed from a light blue to beautiful opaque black with white dots, the stars, everywhere. In front of them the Moon shown brightly, and what the heck? In huge cursive writing across the globe were the word Calvin is great!
What in Heaven's name? Hermione asked, slowly releasing her grip on Harry. Harry begin to do the same to Hermione.
Hobbes chortled, That was something Calvin wanted to do for years, we took the wagon down there back when he was nine, and enlarged the tires. We drove around for a good while in that pattern. When NASA saw it they raised a huge fuss. I owled the Ministry and they decided to put a huge spell in Earth's atmosphere that blocks us from seeing it.
Hermione muttered, Harry loved seeing her like this, in deep thought, probably trying to figure out what spell they had used. For a second Harry seriously contemplated leaning over and kissing her on the lips but decided not to. For one, Hermione hated having her train of thought derailed, and for another Calvin and Hobbes would tease him unmercifully.
An Stratosbloquer Spell, I presume? Hermione had, of course, come to the conclusion.
Hobbes nodded, How's you know?
N.E.W.T. practice papers.
You're doing those already? Calvin asked incredulously.
Shut up! Hermione responded, a little irritated.
Uh, Harry how's it like not being at the Dursley's anymore? Hobbes asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.
It's awesome, Harry responded enthusiastically, Sirius lets me hang out, he magicks most of the chores, I have to do degnoming of course...but it's so much more fun then the cupboard
Hermione looked and Harry and grinned, And you've been eating better to, haven't you? You look more normal.
Harry grinned, And I wasn't normal before? The wagon was now passing the Moon, and the Calvin is great stood out more then usual.
Hermione laughed, Harry, you know very well you were the skinnest kid at Hogwarts.
Oh yeah? Harry mocked anger and began tickling Hermione, who begin giggling. The wagon begin pitching violently.
From up front Calvin yelled out, Stop it you two, want to see what it's like to walk home in zero gravity?
Harry grinned and leaned in to Hermione's face and kissed her gently. She kissed him back and slipped her arms around him. When their lips parted, Harry leaned o'er to whisper into Hermione's ear, I lo-
Calvin's voice broke through the moment, and the wagon did a sharp right turn, Sorry about that all, but better the Prefect Couple doesn't get to snog then we're wiped out by an asteroid. We'll be coming in on Mars in a few minutes.
Harry sighed and he leaned back in his seat' in the wagon and his hand found Hermione's.
Everything was calm as the wagon continued on, eventually Harry was able to see the fabled Red Planet as it grew bigger and bigger.
Why can we breathe? Hermione interjected.
Hobbes said, You'd be surprised what the idiots in the space programs know in space, if you believe that you can breathe then by Merlin you can!

Well, only if your a witch or wizard, Hobbes amended, It's sorta like how we can fall and stuff without getting hurt sometimes. Same reason why we aren't being crushed and can talk in space.
So does NASA just not notice us? Harry asked.
Calvin replied bitterly, They notice us and are pretty mad now. They weren't playing to have a man on Mars till 2020, but the U.S. flag and the G.R.O.S.S. banner wave at G.R.O.S.S.ness Base. You see when we went the first time over we wanted to leave Earth because of the pollution, but when we discovered the Martians we figured that we might as well fix up our planet before we messed with other people's planets. However, we went again just to check it out and found the Martians refuse to go to the South Pole. So, they let us rule dominion over there. I was eight when we did that. Then we set up G.R.O.S.S.ness.
Hobbes agreed, But you know what the first words on Mars where. Calvin said to me, I can't believe you forgot the camera'. Like I was to blame for that!
You were in charge of packing! Calvin retorted, and Harry and Hermione began to laugh.
Calvin sighed, Well, we're just about to Mars, we'll land on the runway Hobbes and I built there, it's not much, but we can hang out there and catch up on what we've been doing.
Harry nodded.
Hang on, Calvin said, We're coming into the Martian atmosphere , now. Buckle up children.
Harry sniggered as the wagon entered into the atmosphere...
There was red dust everywhere and Harry closed his eyes tightly to prevent the Martian dirt to get into his eyes. He could hear Calvin yelling something, but the wagon was pitching in every direction and the sandstorm was making so much noise Harry was hard pressed to feel anything. Suddenly he felt himself lifting out of the wagon and realized he was still holding on to Hermione's hand. Ohhhhh great.
Deciding it would be best not to let Hermione go, Harry groped fruitlessly for his girlfriend, finally making contact with her waist...
SPRIONG!
Harry blacked out.

Harry, Harry, you OK?
Harry moved his hand to block whoever was waking him up, just a few more minutes. Then he felt lips press onto his and his eyes snapped open. He was looking into the gorgeous face of Hermione Elizabeth Granger. He started to kiss back, but then Hermione pulled away.
Toldja that would wake him up, Harry heard Calvin say. Calvin! He was the one who had done this, had made him fall, the wagon, the storm.

Calvin walked into Harry's field of vision, Sorry about that Harry. I wish that hadn't happened...but as it was. You landed on the runway.
If I landed on the runway, why am I not dead? Harry answered crisply.
Well, Harry, you see when Hobbes I built the runway the wagon had to be able to land on something soft, the ice would break off the wheels of wagon and remember, before I was a wizard Hobbes couldn't use magic, so therefore, over a summer we stole the mattresses from the beds of my house and Susie's house, sewed them together and made a landing site. It's what you and Hermione landed on.
Harry was about to answer when the the entire room shifted.
Calvin called out to the tiger who was looking through a window, What just happened?
You don't want to know.