Disclaimer:

I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter universe, at all, nope.

I also don't own Doctor Who or anything related to Doctor Who in anyway, which also covers all spinoffs.

I don't own any other movies, books, tv series or games that may be mentioned here either.

Chapter Two:

Then everything but the air suddenly rushed back to the confused and thoroughly terrified wizard that was Harry Potter. Everything hurt in a muted way and that was the first sign he had a body again, he was something again! He still had that strange feeling of being stretched too thin and knowing too much yet nothing at all and the howling sound was still ringing in his head but the noise at least was fading with each beat of his heart. The awareness from before was gone too, but Harry didn't know if that was because it was really gone or because he just couldn't sense it anymore now that he had a body.

He could see again and his surroundings had changed dramatically. Where once there had been a beautiful Welsh country side with people and grass and sunshine and AIR, there was now a dark hallway made of metal and lined with brightly flashing mauve lights that practically screamed "SOMETHING HAS GONE HORRIBLY WRONG PLEASE RECTIFY THE SITUATION". At one end of the hall was a large panel that might have been a door or maybe it was just a fancy decoration. Turning his head to look behind him showed only a large and very sealed door with another flashing light on it and a keypad next to it with a screen displaying a giant mauve 'X' in a box.

Harry tried to cast a Bubble Head charm so that he could at least get his brain working to figure out how to survive in what was obviously a vacuum, but it didn't work. The spell didn't even make a bubble. He tried again and got a weak film over his head that dissipated quickly. His wand felt sluggish in his hand as if some part of it was not wanting to cooperate and preform the spell. His own magic seemed tired and weak.

The suffocating, freezing wizard belatedly noticed that the reason he couldn't feel anything solid around him was because he was floating in the middle of the hall, so it wasn't only a vacuum, but a zero-gravity one. His technician companion was there too, floating not more than five feet in front of him but nearer a wall, and didn't seem to be fairing any better in the magic department.

He kept trying to take in a breath and repeatedly casting a Bubble Head charm, just as correctly as Harry, but it obviously wasn't filling with anything either because he was still gasping futilely even when he managed that weak bubble. The mauve light was reflecting his frightened face back at Harry and he could see that the other man's wide eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets. Harry was sure his own were doing the same from the pain and stress he was feeling in them. Harry's body felt very wrong, being both squished and pulled outward at the same time, though Harry couldn't tell if it was the environment they were now in that was responsible or if it was left over from their trip through the tear. He was sure the other man must feel the same way if his expression was anything to go on.

Harry didn't bother to use any more magic, any spells he might use himself the other man was already trying and failing at. And it didn't make any sense to wave his wand frantically about and have everything he used be nothing but wasted energy; he was already wasting most of it by gasping. They both needed air badly by now, black spots and fading vision were becoming stronger and Harry knew they didn't have long before they would black out and then die.

A blue button on a wall nearby seemed to call to the older man and he stopped casting his spells and instead kicked off from the wall he was close to, propelling himself across the hall and several feet from where Harry himself rolled around uselessly in his own effort of trying to get to a lit up panel on the opposite wall. The tech hit the button hard, and the ground rushed up to meet the both of them, bringing the gravity first, then blessed air and finally the lights. The room heated rapidly but the feeling of being too cold to live and the squished insides lingered.

With the hard impact of his back to the floor, it took Harry a moment to realize that the environment's sound also returned with the air, starting off soft at first before flooding around them like a river that broke through a dam. A klaxon of the likes that Harry had never heard before - and he's seen tons of telly - blared loudly from a speaker on the ceiling under one of the quickly rotating mauve lights.

The young man greedily gulped down as much oxygen as he could fit into his lungs while he took in the mostly empty hallway, his fuzzy brain was under the impression that if he filled his lungs up he would be fine if the room lost power again. Harry felt like the exposed areas of skin on his body were tight, like someone had wrapped frozen bandages over those spots and pulled them until it was difficult to move. Though the more he warmed up, the better his movement. Glancing over at a slightly raised hand, Harry could see something glistening on the surface of his skin. A quick look over at the other wizard proved he was in the same boat. He was covered in a thin layer of frost and was taking in weaker shuddering breaths while waving his wand around in a pattern Harry didn't recognize.

"I came through first" were the first words he spoke in a harsh gasping whisper, nodding his head in a vague way that was suppose to indicate the room as a whole. Harry gave a small nod of understanding as a reply, too busy sucking in air to do so orally. A soft whisper had him tilting his head to better hear.

"I'm Mike by the way, didn't get to introduce myself before shit went pear-shaped"

Harry gave the man, Mike, a pained grin and breathed "Harry" back at him before rolling over to his stomach.

The mauve lights continued along with the klaxon but they were soon joined by a computerized voice that spoke in a language neither wizard was familiar with, sounding more like harsh barking than true words. But the warning was clear in the ominous tone it crackled out.

"What happened...Where are we?" asked a bewildered Mike, coughing heavily while attempting to stand on jelly like legs.

Harry shrugged still laying on his stomach to catch his breath "Did...did you feel, that curious other presence. In the no-place?" Harry finally gasped out, slowing crawling now over to a wall and used it to help push off the ground with his wobbly arms. He managed to stand on shaking legs and turned to face toward what he hoped was a window and not a randomly placed mirror in the hallway.

"I remember feeling small and watched, like a mouse being eyed by a lion." was all Mike replied with on the subject.

Harry couldn't see clearly from this angle with all the lights inside and the lack of it outside, but he was pretty sure that was space out there, what with the spectacular view of a far distant planet or tiny moon, one side of it lit by an unseen star that was probably on the other side of the whatever structure they were in. It was also not Earth or any other planet or moon he recognized from the few NASA photos he had seen.

There was also - according to the flickers of reflected light from the inside to the out - tons of floating rubble that probably belonged to whatever it was they were on. Many of the bits were banging off the hull and now that his brain was kicking in, that was quite a mind breaker. A space ship, they were on a broken space ship, floating almost without purpose in space while being pelted by the ship's own parts. Harry was positive it was a ship and not a space station because of the fact that it was moving rather quickly.

Either way it was falling apart and what the hell was that sound?

*thunk!*

Something small, orange and glowing just hit a part of the ship that Harry imagined would be like a wing on an aircraft and vanished into it. Another hit a floating piece and punched right through it, passing out to the other side without slowing down...It took a few more of these orange balls of light going through the visible parts of the craft for Harry to realize what he was observing.

'ah, crap...meteors.' Harry pulled away from the window he was occupying and turned toward Mike, who was gazing in stupefied wonder out of another window a little further down the hall. "We're in space, I can't believe it. We're actually in fucking space." he whispered at Harry, still in awe of their surroundings.

One of the little hot rocks ripped through the wall, popping a hole in the ship between where Harry and his new friend were standing, ripping out a lot of important looking bits before continuing down into and through the floor, possibly to the next deck if there was such a thing. Air rushed out of the hole in the wall for a second or two before a blue light flashed over the hole and the air stayed put. 'Huh, like a Star Trek shield.' he thought in a daze, shaking his head and turning to watch another hot rock repeat the entry somewhere behind Mike and yet another entered right between them but this time higher up.

Both men in perfect harmony looked at the hole, then down at the rock and then back up at each other for all of three seconds before deciding that the maybe-a-door at the end of the hall seemed better than standing here in the hallway that was starting to look a lot like melting Swiss cheese of the holey type. With a grunt of exertion that was near painful, both men took off on unsteady feet, almost bouncing off the walls and each other in their hast. Dodging the rocks and ducking under or jumping over falling bits of the ship being knocked in by bigger and hotter rocks, was a chore that would have been far easier if both were in peak condition.

As it was Harry was the faster but was trying to keep back with Mike, staying at the older man's side and darting quick looks out the passing windows in the hopes of getting a glimpse of the meteors before they came through; no sense in running into one of them and ending their lives prematurely. This tactic did help them see when and where a rock would enter but had the side effect of slowing their progress out of the hall. By the time they reached the door, and Harry was ever so glad it was a door and not a fancy wall, most of the oxygen had leaked out in those few seconds that it took for the shield of some kind to kick in and plug the holes that were made. The life support was obviously failing as no new air was pumping into the hall and the warped klaxon and computer voice were giving off vibes of impending demonic possession.

The door opened at their approach with a soft 'shhk' and both men fell through it gratefully, but didn't stop to see if it would close. Instead, they kept running, getting better at coordination of feet and hands as they rounded a corner into what looked like a cockpit. Four chairs sat empty, two on either side right at the control panel in front of a large observation window and two more toward the back, again on either side but facing sideways into some computer screens that were displaying odd characters, letter and number probably, and a line spearheaded by a dot that was running headlong into a rather large circle. A rather large and hot circle if what Harry could see on the screen matched what the outside was telling him.

There was planet out there as well, but not the same one he saw through the other window in the hallway, so the little planet shape now behind them must the moon of this world, a world that was huge and although it was far enough off to not worry about crashing into it, the large orb that was it's star was not. The sun was the big circle on the computer screen and it was plain to see even without the computer cheerfully drawing a helpful line to their doom, that they would indeed miss passing between the planet and said star by a whole lot. There was no way to get this thing pointed in another direction due to the fact that the little ship picture on the screen was showing their whole tail end and half the middle missing. This meant that even an attempt at steering was not possible and that it was going to get very hot in here with no hope of escaping it.

"No engines or whatever this thing uses to drive with. It's all gone" Harry muttered to his companion.

Mike shook his head at Harry's words and stared in horror at the rapidly approaching star. They had maybe a few hours at this quick speed before they would be close enough to fry or maybe a bit more than that, Harry wasn't sure as his space math wasn't good at all. But Mike didn't seem to care one way or another if it was a few hours or a year, the man turned on his heel and started running back the way they came with a breathless whimper.

Harry swore and darted off after him, shouting as loud as he could over the still blaring alerts.

"It's no use going back, there isn't a hallway left!" Harry shouted at him as he reached out to try and stop the man from going any further.

"There was a small door, I saw it as we passed by!" Mike tossed back over his shoulder, not slowing or stopping until he came upon a small doorway to their left that Harry hadn't noticed in their initial escape through the decorative door from the meteors.

Mike was still in full panic mode when he entered the new area yet still tried to figure out what the controls in this fairly good sized room did. But as Harry followed the other in, both men started when the little door shut behind Harry and a loud hiss filled the room. It was then that the two small chairs became noticeable around the corner about ten feet away, under the newly lit control panel and Mike let out a laugh of disbelief as he ran over to them.

"It's an escape pod! Like Star Trek!" he cried, tears of joy now running down his face as he flopped into one of the chairs, reaching over to pull a still standing Harry into the other next to him once the man had joined him at the panels.

"You know Star Trek?" Harry asked, bewildered. Mike nodded and pointed to a badge that was clipped to his shirt, hidden under his work robes. The badge was an ID of some kind with a picture of Mike and a beautiful blond woman near his age dressed as Q from the episodes of Star Trek when he had humanity on trial.

"My brother, the wife and I would watch it whenever it was on the telly." at Harry's funny look the man smiled widely "Not all Purebloods hate Muggle things, Mr. Potter"

Harry laughed and silently agreed, thinking fondly about the Muggle obsessed Arthur Weasley.

"Just call me Harry, Mr. Potter makes me feel like I'm back at school and I just mucked up royally in Potions." Mike coughed a laugh and smiled. "Never got the pleasure of Snape, had ol' Sluggy meself"

Harry snorted and muttered something about that not being much better. He took a good look at the dashboard like contraption in front of them and frowned. It looked like a horseshoe shaped desk with a large bubble like center where there ought to be a void in a proper horseshoe. The desk part of it was covered in buttons, large empty areas where holographic screens were being projected from small mounted ceiling units, and a couple of color changing squares of some kind of jelly like substance that was about the size of the Monster Book of Monsters. The squares were situated on the ends of the desk before they reached the underside of the view window, one to the right of Harry's chair and one to the left of Mike's, well in reach of each pilot without straining.

The 'bubble' or dome in the center was filled with switches, lights, little dials, a non-holographic screen that was showing the same as the holo ones, and a speaker or two. A few other strange items were scattered on the dome but Harry couldn't even begin to figure out what they could possibly be. There were also two small interesting looking smooth spheres sticking out from under the desk directly in front of each man.

"I don't think it's a pod though. It's too big for that, and the size of the seats rule out it being a big pod for big people." Harry said while Mike continued to try and figure out how to run the vehicle, pushing buttons and flinching every time something outside hit the big ship and caused a tremor to run through their's.

"Probably somebody's private thing, like a motor on a transport, or maybe more like a yacht" Harry suddenly added as he yanked his eyes from the dash and looked behind them into the back of the little ship where he noticed a tiny door to the side, and one in the back that he had again missed in his panic. He really needed to work on looking around better. It looked like the door they came into the ship from was the one on the side across from the panels as Harry had seen Mike messing with those panels when he came in. The back door might be the cargo storage area or the toilet, do they have toilets on something like this?

"Can you fly?" Mike asked, giving up on starting the ship for the moment and turning his head to look at Harry. "I'm only good with a broom for short flights but I've done the simulators for games with flying craft in them...I might could do it but it would help if you could lend a hand." Mike said, pointing at all the dials and buttons that littered the dash and dome in front of them, pulling Harry away from examining from his seat what looked like a bench and a kitchen combo near the side door, obviously it was the corner they had gone around to get up here.

Harry swallowed hard and shook his head, he only knew how to fly brooms and use the arcades in town, though those were more for Star Wars fighter games that had a sort of autopilot on it and you mostly just fired at the enemy. He couldn't actually find time to go to someplace with a flight simulator of any kind either. Yeah if some of the stuff here was like in the movies or games he might be able to help a bit, but Harry figured it was a bit more complicated than that.

"Movies, my good man, I've only ever seen stuff like this on the telly or at the arcades." Harry replied, following Mike's lead in belting into the chair. Mike hesitantly touched the little sphere in front of him and it disengaged from the desk, rising up on a rod to sit at chest level, a door melted into view and slid back on the center and buttons became visible. Mike motioned for Harry to do the same and then take up the new device, what Mike said was a Yoke. The spheres, Yokes, were apparently cleverly hidden - and quite fancy - driving wheels which now had hand rails popping out the sides to grip them properly. Both had funny little buttons and lights on their centers that flashed and pulsed, and no matter what Mike kept calling them as he explained how to use it compared to a car, Harry only refer to them as 'The posh driving wheels'. The arcade games had joysticks so this was a bit different from those games already.

"This is insane" he muttered glaring down at all the lights on the dash behind the driving wheels that were flashing mauve and orange in a worrying way. Mike just huffed in agreement and glanced upward to a spot near one of the projectors. The man tilted his head curiously and reached up to pull a large handle that was hanging above their heads, a graphic next to it depicted a little ship shape with lines above it as if it were falling. With a powerful jolt and a loud thud, the little ship or pod was released from the bigger ship and started drifting away slowly.

"I had hoped that was a release. Would have been bad if all it did was turn on some more, bigger lights." Mike said, tapping a few round, clock looking devices on the center dome of the dash until the needles in a couple of them started ticking. Neither man knew if that was a good sign or not.

As their ship rotated slowly, they could see the larger ship was speeding off in the other direction, heading to a fiery death at the heart of the greenish-brown planet's sun whenever it would finally reach it. Now looking at what was left of it from the outside, Harry could see it looked like a cross between a retro rocket in a 50's sci-fi movie and one of those Imperial Battleships from Star Wars. Most of it was ripped apart and floating freely about in space, bits of chairs, beds and even stuff that looked like it belonged in a kitchen were being blown out of a rather large hole near what was suppose to be the middle, where a big rock must have torn through and ripped it in half.

The rock is probably what caused the ship to head toward the sun in the first place, and the ship being knocked about by bigger rocks constantly certainly wasn't helping with the slowing down bit. The rear of the ship was chasing the rest of it but was spinning madly while the bigger part was going in a mostly stable forward motion.

But the truly horrifying sight was a literal mine field of very still, vaguely humanoid shaped spacesuits. Harry hoped they were all empty and the people had vacated long ago in the other pods or ships that might have been attached, for surely a ship that size would have had more than one.

"Um, I'm not good with this stuff, as I said before, but isn't this thing suppose to move on its own? Like actually go somewhere instead of just hanging here?" tearing his eyes away from the scene outside, Harry posed the question while poking at a few of the formerly mauve, now red, blinking buttons, turning them green and some yellow for his efforts.

"Uh, right...well I can't read whatever this is but I think this is the go button" a soft ding and the button Mike indicated on the lower part of the desk near the floor lit up "...or a self destruct" Mike quipped, pushing the now large purple-ish blue button that had a fire symbol on it that looked suspiciously like a cartoon explosion. The button was nestled between the two seats and above a two lever set up that might have been the 'Go faster/slower please' and the 'Land goddammit' system.

The ship made a whining noise and started to move forward at a reasonable pace, no obvious flames or rumbling frame to indicate that it had an engine at all, but it moved all the same; there were also no explosions. Harry smiled and reached out for the nearest lever and the whine got louder the higher up Harry pushed the "Go faster/slower please" lever, sending the ship into a quick flight that felt like they were flung out of a slingshot. Both men had to turn their wheels sharply to make sure the ship was pointing more toward the planet and not the star the big ship was rushing to.

"Okay, so this is nice?" Mike asked with a shaky laugh, reaching over to take hold of the lever from Harry and pulling it back again to a much slower speed, glancing around the ship's interior in a daze while playing with the wheel to keep the ship heading mostly toward the planet. Now that they didn't have another ship in the way, they could clearly see the two suns, one further off than the other, and the two moons that shared this part of space with the ugly planet they were heading toward.

Neither wizard quite knew what was down there, if there was anything at all, but they couldn't stay in this ship forever and there was no other place in the area that they could go to. Though the closer they got to the planet the more they wished that there was an alternative destination; this world looked very dead. Not even the three and a half bulky spacesuits Harry noticed piled on the bench, and spilling to the floor after their quick start, looked like they could deal with this dreadful sight.

The approaching brown world had a sickly yellow tint to it, like an after glow of neon green mixing with the soft gold of the closest sun beating down on it. It enveloped the whole world in a toxic halo almost appearing to ooze off it into space like some terrible stench made visible. There were no other colors than gray, brown, large areas of black, some pink-ish orange and sickly green. No blue oceans, no white clouds, no tan deserts, no lights...Nothing looked healthy on this planet, everything was a shade of sad that one would expect to find in an area stripped of life.

But it was the feeling that radiated off it that made Harry truly uneasy, a malevolent aura of rage and barely contained fear. The world they were approaching, but nowhere near yet, had an air of desperation about it. Like it was on the verge of something big that would either doom it or be its salvation.

'Though what could be worth saving on it...' Harry thought, keeping his hands in his lap and nervously chewing on his lower lip. A sound caused Harry to tilt his head and glance around outside for any signs that the meteors were nearby, worry racing through him that they were about to run right into a shower of them. Nothing could be seen at all of the shower or the cloud of ship parts that were quite a bit behind them now after that quick burst from the "Go faster/slower please" lever but another sound made the hairs stand on the back of the young wizard's neck; that sounded very like it wasn't outside the craft.

"Stop the ship" Harry commanded suddenly, startling Mike into obeying and the ship stopped quickly without drifting, they were still far enough away from the world that it would probably, judging it's size, be quite a few days at the previous speed before they would hit the atmosphere. The other man looked over at Harry's pale face, still looking out at the planet, and whispered "What?"

Harry shook his head and, licking his lips nervously, un-belted the seat, rising from it with deliberate slowness. He turned to look at the back of the ship they were on and seemed to hold his breath. "What?" Mike asked again, just as softly as before. Harry slowly raised his finger up to his mouth and motioned for Mike to be quiet.

*thump*..*whirrr*...*THUMP!*...*WHIRRR!*...*thump*

Something was moving around at the back of the ship, definitely inside whatever room was behind the rear door and appeared to be moving from the back of that room to the door and back again. Harry pulled out his wand from the inside pocket of his robe and pointed it directly in front of him as he started to advance toward the door. Another thump, this time followed by some rushed scrabbling had Mike following, un-belting himself and whipping his wand into a combat pose long before he was out of the chair. A crackling emitted from the room, computerized in origin and Harry frowned at the noise, it didn't sound like a living thing, then again they were in space, who knew what constituted as life up here. Mike was breathing heavily but his wand was steady and his eyes were narrowed on the door with the kind of sharp focus a Seeker has in a Quidditch match.

Some strange muffled sounds that might have been speech and some more thumping, this time something fell from a good height and scattered on the floor. Some crunching and tinkling meant whatever it used to be it was quite broken now.

By now they were both right up on the door and were mostly holding their breath as a tinny voice sounded from the other side in the same barking language as what was being thrown at them from the computer on the big ship. Harry raised an eyebrow and wondered if they were about to be attacked by whoever owned this ship. Before either man could decide what to do, the door popped open, forcing them both to scramble back into a fight position and and aim down almost to floor level as a small white and red thing rolled out of the new room.

End Chapter two.

AN:

Okay, so as my current writing program doesn't tell me how many words I've got, I really don't know if a chapter is longer, the same or shorter than the previous. SO, I'm just gonna post whatever I have of a chapter and just say 'take it as it is', you'll get long ones, short ones and ones that probably would seem like a novel in themselves. I've got a lot written and I'm breaking them up in the best places I can find for chapter starts/ends. I still have to go over them once I've broken them up and fill in gaps, fix words and redo parts I don't think fit anymore. When I wrote this I didn't separate into chapters as I worked, I just wrote and wrote until I couldn't write anymore. It's gonna be a lot of work to get this readable without odd starts and stops in the chapters.

I THINK I may have six chapters out of this thing but I can't say for sure. Won't be writing anything new for it until I've got a few of Rise down. I wanna build up a buffer on both stories so that I can just post a chapter for people to read and still have another ready for later while I write the next one, I'll run out of Rise pre-written chapters before I run out for this one though so yeah, its gonna be busy.

Hope everyone is doing okay with the quarantine and all. I know it's giving me a little bit more writing time but at the same time it's also left me a bit more busy around the house.

As always let me know if something doesn't make sense, I read over these chapters a lot before posting but I can still miss stuff.