Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter related belong to J.K. Rowling, and all thing Aliens related belong to 20th Century Fox and such. However the plot belongs to me. Big thanks to Writer Chica for betaing this chapter.

Harry Potter and the Alien Hive Chapter 4: Hunt Saturday

Saturday Morning 9:00 am

Draco Malfoy coughed as he brushed the dust from his clothes. Oi Maab, he hated traveling by floo powder, but it was necessary to keep the place where they were eventually going a secret. The fireplace from which he had come out of was located in Malfoy Manor, and from here his father and other Death Eaters would come and take him and the rest of the Death Eater potentials to headquarters.

The Dark Lord had called them through their parents to come home that weekend in order to attend a special meeting.

Draco watched in half amusement, half disgust as Crabbe and Goyle tumbled ungracefully in after him, followed a few seconds later by Blaise Zabini who recovered in time to gracefully side step Draco's bodyguards. One after another the children of the Death Eaters came until there were just a little over a hundred crowded in the main living room.

Malfoy was sitting on a couch by the front window, keeping an eye out for their transportation. Zabini presently came over after talking to a couple of Slytherin girls.

"So what do you think he wants from us?" Blaise drawled sounding overly bored with the whole situation.

"Most likely it has something to do with the black thing the New Discoveries officials discovered." Draco drawled back, not looking away from the window.

"What makes you think that?" Blaise asked. It was sort of rhetorical, he believed Draco; for it was too much of a coincidence of the black thing showing up in the Daily Prophet, then the Dark Lord calling a sudden special meeting. However, Zabini was curious on any detail Draco might think up.

"Because the black thing has been moved into Hogwarts." Draco said simply, however his voice had lost its bored drawl.

"What?"

"Doxy infestation my arse. They didn't want us going anywhere except class because they didn't want us to see them moving that thing into the school." Draco's voice was cold.

"Lying old coot." Zabini spat as an image of Dumbledore flashed through his head. Then he smirked. "He'd make a pretty good Slytherin if he set his mind to it."

The two boys chuckled at the thought.

"Oh what an ironic world we live in." Draco sighed smirking, as he watched their transportation arrive.

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Kat'ja carefully made his way around and over the curve shaped stones with the ooman markings on them. An ooman death site, no doubt.

He slowed his pace when heard voices up ahead and activated his invisibility cloak. He carefully peered over one of the stones. He knew the ooman, with their type of sight, could not see him unless they were looking for him and even then they had to look carefully at the right place at the right time. But still he was careful. The ooman were tricky, particularly these types, the ones with the sticks that produced death.

This type of ooman had only been discovered 20 hunting seasons ago, as compared to the thousands of seasons the yautja had hunted on the ooman home planet before. This type of ooman did not carry the bulky burners that produced heated metal, no this type only carried sticks. But these sticks produced beams that could paralyze you, knock you unconscious, and even kill. Not to mention none of the yautja knew what else those sticks could produce.

Kat'ja did not like that one bit. And yet that made the hunt all the more challenging and the final kill all the more pleasurable.

There was one advantage. Ooman always called out words as they fired their weapon. That gave the hunter a split second to take action, but still it was a very short split second.

Avada Kedavra

That was the ooman call of death. Whenever an ooman shouted that, the hunter had to act and evade immediately, for if he was hit, he was dead.

Kat'ja moved in closer. The other yautja who had hunted this breed usually had least three or four hunts under their belts before hunting this type of ooman. Even though this was only his second ooman hunt, he had decided he had wanted to hunt this particular breed of ooman.

There were many ooman, but there was only one he was looking for. He Who Could Not Be Named. The name the oomans gave his target was impossible to say in the yautja language. Kat'ja called him Riddle, for how puzzling his ooman's name was.

Kat'ja silently made his way to a tree whose branches hung over the group of oomans. Perfect. He climbed out as far as the branch right over the oomans would let him. The oomans were gathered in two circles, the outer circle was composed of the oomans he had seen before when studying his prey for the first time, but the inner circle was composed of oomans that he had not seen before, they were shorter and stood right next to the taller oomans. Their children perhaps?

It did not matter. There was his prey, right in the center, the only one that did not wear a mask to hide his signature. At first Kat'ja thought Riddle was just foolish for not wearing the mask, but he soon found that Riddle did not wear the mask because he was leader of the group of oomans, and as leader by not wearing the mask he was challenging anyone to come and attack his rite, a rite that Kat'ja had seen him defend against other oomans many times in the two weeks he had been observing him. Kat'ja approved and knew he had found his target. The strongest of the ooman to hunt.

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Sunday evening 7:00pm

Voldemort smiled. Ministry spies and the children confirmed his suspicions. So the Ministry thought it could hide the black thing from him in Hogwarts? Well, we'll see about that.

"You children keep your eyes and ears keenly open," Voldemort addressed the young Slytherin in front of him. "I want you to find out all that you can after you return to the school. And see if you or the others can sneak down to the Chamber to look at that thing for yourselves."

"Of course my Lord, I assure you it will be no----"Draco stopped and his eyes widened when he saw three red circles appear on the Dark Lord's chest. "My Lord!" Draco shouted and pointed.

Kat'ja fired.

Voldemort raised his wand.

"Portego!"

A disc of light came from the overhanging tree. It hit the shield spell and dispersed into a thousand sparks.

Voldemort wasted no time. He took aim at the tree.

"Crucio!"

Kat'ja struggled to keep his balance and his head clear in the tree, when terrible pain seared his body. He felt as if he had been hit with kainde amedha acidic blood, burning him all over. He jumped, landed and stumbled, his head still spinning, but the pain was gone. Fortunately, whatever he had been hit with had not damaged his invisibility cloak and despite the horrible pain he had not been seriously wounded. So had it hurt so much?

The oomans were now using their sticks to blast everywhere. Beams of red, yellow, silver and green were hitting all over the place. If he remained where he was much longer they could hit him just by luck.

Kat'ja cursed himself as he took to his feet and ran. How could he "the careful one" have been so careless? He should have moved when he heard Riddle shout, even if the phrase hadn't been a recognized one.

He quickly found another tree and scaled it. Warily watching the oomans walking around below from the highest branches that would support his weight. He looked carefully around for Riddle's signature, but his prey was nowhere to be seen. By now the oomans had stopped shooting, and were now tromping around with their sticks alight looking. Looking for Kat'ja. The yautja almost laughed. Did the oomans really think they had caught him? Ha!

Kat'ja was interrupted from his thoughts when a piece of paper blew into his shoulder. He crossly picked it up and was about to throw it away when he caught sight of the picture on it. It was a bunch of oomans standing around-----

It couldn't be!

Kat'ja adjusted the view on his mask and saw very clearly, oomans standing around a kainde amedha queen.

But hard meat were not supposed to be on the ooman planet, not since the last hunt when three young yautja were killed, and it was decreed that the ooman planet was to no longer be a hunting ground for the Hard Meat, as well as ooman. However, the queen that had laid the eggs for that hunt had not been recovered. Was this kainde amedha in the picture the same one that had been lost?

Kat'ja growled as he crumpled up the paper in his hand. Of course, how else could a frozen Hard Meat queen be here?

He caught sight of Riddle again.

No.

No, he had to postpone his hunt and alert his fellow yautja of this situation. A kainde amedha queen in the hands of the oomans could spell disaster worse than anything that could be imagined.

Kat'ja growled again and jumped from the tree, and took off toward his ship.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Draco looked in the direction of rustling bushes next to a big tree.

"I don't know." Blaise said quietly.

"You want go and look?" Draco said slowly, not really wanting to go himself.

"No. Do you?" Zabini had an expression like he was completely disgusted at what Malfoy had suggested.

"Of course not." Draco admitted. "But then again, can it be any worse than the Dark Lord's mood after having someone attempt to assassinate him?"

"Well at least we're going back to school in a bit." Blaise sighed.

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Ha! Ha! Didn't see the Predator coming now did you? Okay you probably did. I hope you liked this chapter, because I had a lot of fun writing it!

Now just to note, pay close attention to the times. The Deatheater kids arrived at Malfoy Manor Saturday Morning at 9:00, Katja's attack on Voldemort took place Sunday evening 7:00pm, however the next chapter will start Saturday morning back with Harry at Hogwarts. Okay?

I hope you like!

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Till Next Time.

-Vega Sailor