Title: Armageddon HP Style
Author: Jennifer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or any original scenes or dialogue from the movie Armageddon.
Chapter Eight: The Countdown
As the two teams walked toward the shuttles that they were assigned to, Harry began to get a sinking feeling in his stomach. This was really happening. The Earth was in grave danger, and it was up to him and his friends to save it.
They sat in the shuttles, Freedom and Independence, with Fred, Ron, Blaise, and Dean in the Independence, and Draco, George, Oliver, and Harry in the Freedom. They talked quietly to each other as they were being strapped into their seats. "Hey Harry," Draco said.
"Yeah?"
"We're sitting on two million moving parts, three thousand gallons of fuel, and one giant nuclear warhead. Makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Harry said unsure of himself.
"Hey Fred, how ya feeling?" Ron said to his brother.
"Well, I've got that excited-scared feeling right now. It's like ninety-eight percent excited, two percent scared. Or it could be—maybe it's two percent excited, ninety-eight percent scared. That's the excitement of it. You don't know."
"Fred?" Ron interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"You're blabbling."
"Okay, I'll shut up now."
"Thank you, I would appreciate that."
"Get ready for launch in T-minus three minutes," said one of the officials.
Harry was sitting in his seat, strapped in tightly, when a voice came through his intercom. "Astronauts, close and lock your visors," said the voice. Harry and the others obeyed the command.
The next voice he heard belonged to William Artel. "Alright, gentlemen, you're our warriors up there. You're already heroes, so just sit back and enjoy the ride."
"Launch commencing in five…four…three…two…one…"
Harry felt a large rumbling underneath him, and he knew now that there was no turning back. He looked out the window with the others as the shuttle lifted off of the ground. He knew he had to do the best that he could. For love. For honor. For mankind. And he knew, deep down, that he would.
"Freedom is on the grid," said an official.
Ron watched the ground, the earth that he knew as his home, grow smaller as the shuttle lifted off the ground and into the sky.
"Independence is on the grid," another official said. "William, they're all yours," he said.
William smiled. "Alright, let's get back to work!"
Harry talked to his teammates about what he thought the mission would be like. Finally, the trip smoothed out and they were allowed to open their visors.
Ron opened his visor and looked out. "We're in space!" he exclaimed. "Of course, this is just the beginning part of space. We haven't even gotten to outer space yet."
They all talked vividly, trying to avoid what was really on their minds: would they make it or not? Only time would tell…
