Title: Armageddon HP Style

Author: Jennifer

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, nor do I own any original scenes and dialogue from the movie Armageddon.

Chapter 9: Rendezvous With Russians

The two shuttles had been traveling through space for about an hour when William's voice came over their intercoms. "In just a second, you're going to dock with the Russian Space Station to refill on your fuel. Now, the cosmonaut has been up there by himself for eighteen months. Most of us don't even have cars that old. So don't be surprised if he's a little…off."

A few minutes later, they attached the doors to the doors of the Space Station. "Now," one of the pilots warned, "This station has been programmed to simulate gravity. It might make you queasy."

"Oh, well, that's good," Draco said sarcastically. "I haven't thrown up in about an hour."

The pilots opened the doors and the two teams walked off the shuttles and through the Space Station, looking for the cosmonaut. "Hello? Anyone home?" Harry called.

Suddenly, he was there. "First thing is, this is not gas station! This is sophisticated laboratory."

He pointed to Ron. "I need you to come with me." Ron followed him down a ladder and into a scary-looking chamber. "Now, you watch this meter. 150, okay. 160, okay. 200, bad disaster for space station. If meter reaches two hundred, you can call for Volga by pressing this button…" he pointed to a button. "And then you pull this lever down."

"Okay. What's Volga?"

"I am Volga Speitzertzarbec." Ron nodded understandingly as Volga climbed the ladder.

Up in the control room, the rest of the teams were busy hooking up tubes to the shuttles. "Okay, prepare for fuel transfer!" one of the pilots yelled. Volga flipped a switch, and the fuel transfer began. Little did they know of the leak in one of the tubes…

Ron watched the meter slowly climb its way to two hundred. His heart rate raced. He pushed the button. "Volga, the uh…the pressure's climbing! Is this a bad thing?" Unfortunately, Volga could not hear him, nor could anyone else.

Finally, Fred looked at the screen and saw Ron's panicky face. "Um, Volga? Something's wrong in the fuel pod!"

Volga looked at the screen. "Oh no!" He ran over to the entrance of the fuel pod and yelled to Ron, "Pull lever!"

"This is the lever!" Ron screamed, holding up the broken lever.

"How're things going?" an official asked William. "Not good," he said, his voice shaky and his breathing shallow. "We got sparks and fire in the fuel pod!"

"What's going on up there? Guys, I am detecting thermal variations in the fuel pod!" William yelled.

"Get back to the shuttle ASAP! We have to do an emergency breakaway!" A pilot yelled.

"Ron's still in there!" Harry yelled.

Volga climbed down the ladder and helped Ron out of the fuel chamber. When they reached the doors, they found, to their misfortune, that they were already shut. "We have to find another way out!" Volga yelled, grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him in the opposite direction.

"Ron's still in there!" An official yelled.

"Tracking Ron, he's climbing."

"Emergency breakaway now!"

"I so do not approve of this idea," Ron said as he and Volga prepared to go through an extremely icy cold chamber.

"Is minus one hundred! Very cold! Must hold breath or lungs freeze!" Volga exclaimed as they made their way into the chamber.

Back on the ships, everyone was going crazy trying to figure out what to do. The pilots were telling everyone to be seated, that they were going to break away at any second. But the rest of the crew protested, saying that they weren't going to leave Ron behind.

Soon, there was a banging on the door of Independence, and Ron and Volga burst in. They managed to shut the door once more, and the two shuttles tore away from the space station as it burst into flames.

A voice came over the intercom. "Is everyone okay?"

They laughed, relieved laughter. "We're fine," one of the pilots of the Independence said. "Everyone is safely aboard and accounted for. We're even heavy one cosmonaut."

With that, the two shuttles prepared to slingshot around the moon.