Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter related belong to J.K. Rowling, and all things "Aliens" and "Predator" related belong to 20th Century Fox and such. However the plot belongs to me. The specifics on the Predator information and lore was acquired from the novel "Aliens vs. Predator: Prey" by Stephen Perry. Also my friend Writer Chica was kind enough to beta read my story.

Grand Flecture was suggested by Kraeg001, who was honored to beta-read this chapter. However, it belongs to GreenGecko and appears in her story, "Resonance."

Harry Potter and the Alien Hive

Chapter 12: Confrontation

Kat'ja felt shock then horror when he realized what was happening was no dream. It was a nightmare and it was real. His cloaking device was completely malfunctioning, his Plasma caster began to spark and smoke as if it had been over used. His communications radio blew out completely. All this happened for no apparent reason at all.

Or was there a reason?

Kat'ja swiveled his head to the ooman standing closest to him. It was the one that had killed three of the Hard Meat on its own. However, it was standing seemingly frozen against the wall, its power stick down.

The Hard Meat screeched. Kat'ja whirled around in time to see it leap for Warkha who had been obviously distracted by his malfunctioning equipment. The Hard Meat hit the back of Warkha's shoulders with its feet. In one fluid motion it bent over, opened its mouth and thrust forward its inner jaws. It tore through Warka's dreadlocks, his thick skull, the gray matter of his brain tissue and finally came out through the middle of his mask. Warkha was dead. The Hard Meat returned to it's place in front of the human it seemed to be protecting before and hissed at Kalibos who was pulling out his bladed staff.

Harry felt like vomiting when he came to the full realization of what was happening. The black beasts had magic in their blood! They must have inherited magic from their Slytherin hosts. As if the black beasts were not already dangerous enough, now they had magic at their disposal.

Harry froze when one of the masked giants swiveled its head to look at him, so fast that its dreadlocks flew around to catch up. The boy-who-lived felt a shiver run down his spine as the armor clad creature looked him over with the black soulless eyes of its metal mask. A million thoughts raced through his head as he stared back at the creature surveying him. Why were these creatures here? Did they have something to do with the black beasts? Was Luna right? Were these aliens? Creatures from another civilization that brought the black beasts here? They may have been more humanoid than the black beasts, but they were equally frightening.

A screech from the black beast rang out, making Harry turn his gaze away from the masked alien. His could barely keep up with the swift movement of the black beast as it pounced on one of the other armored extraterrestrials, and used its inner jaw to impale the other creature's head. Harry felt that if another event like that happened in the next few minutes, he was going to follow through the nausea he had before.

Nyuki felt the warm blood of the yautja she had just killed pleasurably slide down her throat. Normally she took no pleasure or malice in killing, but it was extra good to kill those of the race who had once imprisoned her mother and who would now attack the young queen. Nyuki returned to her position between the young queen and the yautja who had pulled out one of its weapons, one that reminded Nyuki of her spiked tail, except it was stiff and detached from the body.

She turned quickly to make sure the host was all right. It was currently being helped to its feet by one of the other humans, but it appeared to be in no danger. She knew she had to keep a clear sense on that one, for its emotions were very unstable and it was willing to do harm to itself. Yes, the host was safe and the young queen was safe. Now, for the yautja beast.

The yautja roared and leaped its detached spike aimed and ready. Nyuki stood her ground, she knew from her mothers memories this was a difficult attack to deal with. All she wanted to do was protect the young queen, she new if the yautja got past her it would kill the young queen. They always did, they always killed the unborn queens. All she wanted was to protect the young queen, that was what her mother asked her to do and she would do it or die trying. She wanted nothing more now than to protect the young queen. Only that. Protect her!

Suddenly Nyuki felt that same sensation she had felt before.

How?! How was this happening?! Kat'ja felt the air in his lungs freeze when he saw the blade on Kalibos' staff that should have easily sliced through the Hard Meat's skull, shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.

How?! How was this happening?! Harry felt the air in his lungs freeze. The sight of the Grand Flecture spell around the black beast was unmistakable. This was not just some fluky wave of magic caused by strong emotions. This was an actual spell! If the beasts could use actual spells, there was no limit to the death and destruction they could wreak.

How?! How was this happening?! Nyuki felt a rush of confusion replacing her thoughts of protecting queen for a moment. The yautja's weapon had not even touched her, and yet it had shattered. There was no record of her kind ever being able to do this. She just thought of protecting the young queen, and she had. Her confusion was brushed aside when she heard the yautja scream as it gazed at its broken weapon. Nyuki pounced toward the distracted yautja. She lashed her tail, its spiked end hit its intended target. She whipped it again to fling off the body of the formerly living yautja. Only one of the yautja beasts left.

Kat'ja was alone. The beast had single handedly killed both Warkha and Kalibos. Leaving him alone to use its strange power to pick him off. He fought the urge to run and supressed the wave of fear that was starting to rise in him. He pulled out his own staff and held it ready, keeping his eyes on the mysterious Hard Meat. This he would let it make the first move his vision. He waited.

Nyuki took notice of the yautja across the room from her. It was waiting for her to attack. She readied herself to attack, when she heard it. The Call. She inclined her head to the direction of the hive. Her mother was calling her, calling her back to the hive. Nyuki hesitated, she could not protect the young queen if she was back at the hive. She transmitted everything back to her mother. Her mother replied to her saying the young Queen would be all right for awhile.

Nyuki, was not about to question her mother's judgment. Her mother knew all and could do no wrong. Without another second's hesitation, Nyuki turned and left via the door behind her.

Strange. The Hard Meat looked ready to fight, but then it just turned and ran. Why? Was it afraid of him?

Grow a brain Kat'ja! He berated himself. You couldn't even scare Riddle, much less a Kainde Ambeha!

The ooman that the Hard Meat seemed to be protecting caught Kat'ja's eye. Why had the Hard Meat risked its life to protect it. Kat'ja had remembered Hard Meat would not attack an infected being, but not go out of their way to protect it.

Unless.....

Strange. Harry watched as the black beast turned an ran away. Was it afraid? He turned back to the alien warrior, he had to admit this creature reminded him a great deal of a hunter. The said hunter had its attentions turned toward Draco. Without it jumped off the kitchen island it had been standing on and stalked toward the Slytherin Prince.

Draco felt a rush of terror as the alien hunter started walking toward him. He never thought he'd be wishing with all of his heart that the black beast was still standing between him and the hunter. He could feel Luna Lovegood's hands tightening on his shoulders, for just a moment he felt his fear being eased, but it quickly returned as the hunter towered over them. With one quick motion, Luna put herself between Draco and the hunter.

"What do you want with us?" Luna spoke very calmly and very slowly, though Draco could see she was shaking.

Instead of answering, the hunter put one of his taloned hands on Luna's shoulder and shoved her side as if she was nothing but a rag doll. With his other hand he lashed out and grabbed Draco's throat and held him in place.

Draco was shivering and sweating profusely at the same time. He watched as the hunter's gaze drifted downward from his face to his chest. Did it know? How could it know?

The hunter's grip tightened and it let out a growl as it continued its scrutinizing gaze. Draco gasped as his airway was slowly being cut off.

Kat'ja growled as his suspicions were confirmed.

A Queen.

The ooman was infected with a Hard Meat queen. She was still very undeveloped, but he could see the beginning formation of a crown. Yes it was definitely a queen. That explained everything. It explained why the Hard Meat drones were going out of their way to protect the ooman, and it explained why the ooman was allowed to walk free instead of being cocooned like the other hosts.

Now Kat'ja began to wonder what he should do. He was completely cut off from the other Yautja. Though if the Hard meat would not attack if the young queen was in danger they could use the ooman to facilitate their invasion into the nest. Then again showing that he was willing to use a facilitator instead of just going in relying on his own prowess, the other yautja might think him weak. What a dilemma.

Harry was beginning to get over the shock of what was happening, enough to begin to walk over to where the hunter was holding Draco. He didn't know why he was doing so, for he had no idea what he would do once he crossed the short distance between them.

Suddenly the hunter let go of Draco's throat, grabbed his arm and pulled Draco toward the door the black beast had exited awhile ago.

The hunter was taking Draco, and without Draco near the black beasts could pick the rest of them off as they pleased.

"Hey, wait!" Harry ran up to the back of the Hunter.

The hunter whirled on Harry, and the boy who lived soon found the points of two sharp blades at his throat. The blades seemed to extend from the gauntlet around the hunter's forearm. With the other arm the hunter was still holding on to Draco's arm in an iron grip.

The hunter leaned forward slightly looking ready to shove the blades through Harry's throat, when it tilted it's head and moved it's face closer to Harry's. The blades moved from their place at the raven haired boy's throat, to his forehead and very carefully moved aside a clump of his hair. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but then raised them in surprise when he realized what it was looking at. It was looking at the lightening bolt scar on his forehead he had received from the Dark Lord Voldemort. The scar that had made him famous to everyone in the wizarding world.

Harry almost let out a groan. Good Lord, even aliens even know who I am....

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Sorry for the delay. College has started and Physiology is taking up my time. Still I will faithfully continue with this story as long you, my wonderful audience will continue with your reviews.

Till Next Time.

-Vega Sailor