Word Count: 487

Ministry: Space Chamber, Apprentice: 6. Galaxy

Easter Egg: Stripe Egg, Day: 27. Space!AU

The Best In The Galaxy

The stars spread out in front of him as Harry guided the Marauder, his spaceship, towards Meapmet. He didn't know why he'd allowed Kingsley to talk him into this particular mission. Meapmet wasn't a place for the faint of heart, and even with his fantastic team, Harry was doubtful about this.

"How long until we get there?" Ron asked, coming to stand beside him. Ron was Harry's first mate, he'd been with him since the beginning—hell, they'd trained together—and only the fact that Harry had a better grasp on the ship controls—and getting them out of tight jams when they needed to leave somewhere in a hurry—meant that he was the captain.

Ron had a better tactical mind than Harry did when it came to planning missions, which meant that without him, Harry would be flying by the seat of his pants more often than not, which never tended to end well.

"Three days, give or take an hour," Harry replied, glancing down at the console. "There's a wormhole coming up that could possibly cut our time by a day, but I'm not sure if it's worth the risk, especially on the way in. I'd rather save the risk taking for the way out."

Ron snorted. "That's probably fair. Hermione's going to need the extra day to finish explaining all the information Kingsley gave her, anyway. I swear to god, she takes the condensed version and somehow manages to make it five times as long."

Harry rolled his eyes. Ron and Hermione bickered like an old married couple, despite the fact that they insisted they didn't feel even remotely romantically about one another.

Many an evening, Harry and Neville had sat bitching about the pair of them, making bets on when they'd finally get their shit together and realise they were basically already married and they should start enjoying the fun stuff along with the bickering.

But even with that, Harry loved his team. Hermione and Neville were his ride or die shipmates, and more than half of their missions also included Luna—Neville's girlfriend—and Draco—Harry's… something. This time, it was all six of them, which had made the ship feel a little crowded.

"Are you two hiding by the console because you don't want to listen to Hermione's lecture about the mission?" Neville asked, joining them. "Because she's ready to go and already baying for your blood if you don't hurry your asses up."

"I was making sure we were on course!" Harry protested, unable to stop the smirk from tilting his lips.

"For an hour? Pull the other one mate."

"I get no respect around here," Harry complained, following his friends to the meeting room. He'd set an alert; if they were moved off course, he'd know about it immediately.

As the six of them gathered, Harry couldn't help but smile at the members of his team.

The Marauders; the best space rangers in the galaxy.