Chapter 2

That evening, every single student and teacher in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat, eating House-elf cooked food on the long wooden tables...that stretched from one side of the main hall. Ron Weasley sat with his younger sister, several places along from Harry. Having not yet realised that the bespectacled 'boy who lived' had escaped from his scary fetish shrine to Hermione, he did a definite double take, when he noticed Harry angrily staring at him from his seat opposite Neville. They both glared at each other for a moment, before Ron raised his finger to his throat and drew it across in a threatening manner. Harry wasn't the least bit frightened. A kid who has witnessed the death of his parents, his godfather and that irritating Diggory guy who got axed back in Book 4, learns to cope with being the target of possible assassinations. And anyway, Harry had nothing to fear... if things went well, then Ron would be joining Peeves and Nearly Headless Nick by the end of the night, floating around the corridors, leaving trails of ectoplasmic slime stuck to doors which would infuriate Filch.

Harry's plan, which had been formulated alongside Mr.Dobby, as he was now insisting on being called, was simple. The Xenomorph egg would be left next to Ron's bed in the evening. When the ginger boy fell asleep, the face- hugger would impregnate him with a Queen Alien, and hours later, Ron would find the creature exploding out of his rib-cage, killing Ron instantly and providing Harry with revenge.. Oh, and free reign over Hermione. Harry continued smugly thinking about his plan as Dumbledore blew his whistle and instructed all the students to make their way back to their common rooms, and get the hell out of his hall, as he had a break dancing lesson at 9PM.

Harry slowly plodded back to his dormitory, a sly little smile on his face... He could hear Ron a few paces behind him, and seconds later the ginger one fell into step beside him. "So, you got out?" Ron asked. "Yes thank you, and don't worry...your secret is safe with me" "What secret?" "You know...about your obsession" "Obsession...obsession, I haven't got an obsession" "Denial is the most basic of human emotions" "Whatever you say dude, my dad was in The Fast Show."

They soon reached their room, and Harry lay awake in bed laughing quietly as Ron haplessly threw his dressing gown over the Xenomorph egg, and climbed into bed. About 20 minutes later, as Ron began to snore...Harry heard the egg crack open, and a slimy oily sound resonated around the room as the face hugger raised its legs out of the egg shell and climbed slowly onto Ron's bed. Harry's smile widened as it crept onto his face like some sort of giant spider, and wrapped its tentacles around his neck, then inserted a tube into his throat, which would allow the fertilised embryo to make its way into his chest. Not waiting to find out whether his plan would succeed, Harry found himself drifting into a deep sleep.

The following morning, the face hugger had obviously unattached itself and wondered off somewhere, as Ron was looking healthier when he had in months. As Harry went down to breakfast, he could see that the second youngest Weasley child was looking like he had drunk a whole pot of coffee, leaping around the table collecting various food substances and telling anecdotes. It was not to last. Harry looked at his stopwatch. The timer was ticking.....5....4.....3...2...1

Ron coughed. Just once, nobody really noticed. Then he coughed again, and fell backwards onto the table spluttering and choking. Dumbledore looked up from the teacher's table and waved his wand. Every student around Ron was knocked back 2 metres, leaving a large circle, which Dumbledore strode into. On the table in front of him, Ron began to cough up blood, and a small hole appeared in his chest, which began to spray blood like a geyser all over Dumbledore's face. Wiping blood from his beard, Albus Dumbledore looked on with as much surprise as anyone else as the Alien exploded from Ron's chest and onto the table. It looked around for a second, making a loud screeching noise before spitting a ball of acid into Dumbledore's face. The students screamed, running in every direction in a state of panic and trying to escape. Dumbledore fell to the ground, the acid burning through his beard and into his skin. It was now, in a state of both triumph and slight embarrassment that Harry realised the enormity of his mistake. He had just directly caused the death of both his best friend and the head teacher. But the head teacher wasn't dead. As Dumbledore rose with immaculate precision from the ground, Harry could see the metal under his skin, which the acid had burnt away. Dumbledore stared at Harry, seeing from a red tinted viewpoint that allowed him to analyse data from all directions. "Harry Potter?" Dumbledore asked in a bland Austrian accent.

Dumbledore raised a pair of sunglasses, and placed them on his crooked nose. "Hasta La Vista.Harry"

"Woah....what are you talking about professor, I didn't know you had seen T2?"

"Harry...my mission is to protect you"

"From what?"

Dumbledore pointed behind Harry. He turned, and saw that Ron was standing, his wounds filling with a silver liquid metal...a mimetic Polly alloy if you will.

"RON...YOU NEVER SAID YOU WERE A TERMINATOR!"

TO BE CONTINUED..