A/N: Fixed the Timeline, and some grammar mistakes.

The crew was trying to get the boys situated. With Dudley crying in Inara's shuttle. While Harry, River, and Mal stood in the cargo bay... the rest of the crew had wandered off to do their own thing. As they had a few days before they could chance returning to the primitive world. None of them expected the world to come to them.

It hadn't been an hour, when there was a loud pop. Before Mal's eyes, several small creatures appeared.

They were short, with disproportionate limbs, and standing on two legs. Sure, there were many animals that did such, but these things didn't exactly look like monkeys. They were even dressed in fine suits.

Their skin had a green tinge, with long pointy noses, similar ears, and pure black eyes (without a trace of white)... though best not to overlook the sharp teeth... or the spears.

Mal did his best to ignore how they appeared out of thin air.

"What business do you have with Harry Potter." Asked the oldest of the Goblins.

Harry blinked, "Griphook?"

"Are you injured, Heir Potter?" The creature asked, those behind him clutching their weapons all the tighter.

"I-I'm good," Harry's voice was shaking from all he learned.

The creature nodded. Then quickly identified River as the only other magical present.

"You will release him immediately," Griphook demanded of her.

Mal glared, not liking being overlooked on his own ship. He stepped forward, and introduced. "I'm the Captain of this boat, and from what I gathered, the boy ain't particularly keen on going back."

Griphook tensed. "Is this true?" he asked Harry.

River spoke, "Goblins treasure their children, and owe Wizards more than they like to admit." Pulling the thoughts from his head. "Humans conquered your world, 42 wizards died trying to give it back to you... 24 families remain... how would the Elders react when they hear one of those surviving families is still suffering under the... muggles." understanding what that word meant, only by seeing it in the Goblin's mind.

Griphook studied her a moment, before signaling the others. All of whom lowered their weapons.

Griphook walked up to River, looking up at her. "You're a seer," He stated more then asked

Still River answered, "She sees many things. Hears more, like a little boy's pleas for help."

The creature nodded. "We have much to discuss."

After clearing the air, and a round of introductions, the entire crew gathered in the kitchen. In order to listen to the Goblins' story.

Griphook sat at the table, explaining a few things to the space humans... not particularly enjoying the oversized furniture all humans favor. Regardless, his Goblin instincts told him there was coin to be made.

The well dressed woman, who had introduced herself as "Inara", was getting the children something to eat. Tending over their fussiness with the skill of a mother.

Ignoring them, the Goblin began with, "It's been nearly 2000 years since visitors from the stars came to our humble world. They brought with them armies of magical slaves. Which they conquered from other worlds they passed. They attempted to enslave us as well. They craved magic, yet were highly jealous of it. They were a lower species, which perfected the art of war before they were ready.

"Their species was evolving into magic, but no more then a subspecies had come of it so far... which had been forced into chains, and being bread for more slaves."

"42 of them reached out to us... rallied the other slaves against their masters... destroyed their star ships. They failed to conquer us, but we were merciful. We allowed the survivors, and all their newly freed slaves, to colonize our world... that was a mistake.

"Not a thousand years later, the non magicals went right back to trying to dominate us. All magical life agreed to go into hiding. The Wizards have been the most active in that... and well we have had... disagreements, in the past. We Goblins acknowledge our debts."

Simon hyper focused on one thing. One thing he couldn't deny. Not when he was looking at true proof. "Aliens... are real..."

Griphook raised an eyebrow.

Inara explained, "Our ships were made up of simple colonists. We went to the nearest star cluster, and terraformed as many planets, and moons, as we could. We haven't left that star cluster since, and never encountered aliens there."

"Planets that naturally support life are rare," Griphook nodded. "You'd be lucky to find one per Star Cluster. From our understanding, the Human's had been living nomadically for a little over 1000 years."

Simon hesitantly nodded, still shocked aliens were real. "That fits with our calender. We left Earth-That-Was, 3279 years ago. And reached our Star Cluster 2517 years ago. While we were trapped in our ships, we perfected Terraforming technology."

"The Goblin nation would be very interested in purchasing such knowledge," Informed Griphook. "Along with the secrets of space travel, and any other technologies you might have."

Mal hid his grin, "We might be able to provide you with files, from the Signal Wave. Maybe even blue prints of Serenity herself."

The goblin perked.

Simon butt in, "You can't be serious Mal. You have any idea how dangerous it be to just hand over such technologies to a world this primitive. There must be some kind of law against it!"

Mal snorted, "Like we ain't ever broken the law before."

"That's different!" Simon snapped. "They could blow up their whole planet just by ATTEMPTING to reverse engineer a space ship engine."

Inara spoke up, "The Goblins deserve to reclaim their world. And with our Terraforming technology. The other races could each claim a different world, possibly even in this system."

"But the fuel!!!" Simon insisted. "Earth that was lost entire cities, after batching their first attempts at nuclear fission!"

"Fuel won't be a problem," The Goblin explained. "Most muggle technologies can be enchanted to run on magic. Which is entirely safe, and clean, and most importantly... permanent." He gave a dangerous smile. "We would be willing to add a few enchantments to your own ship, as part of the payment."

Mal eyed, "Think you can sweeten the deal with some platinum?"

The Goblin frowned, "Platinum is even more valuable then gold. I would need to speak with the Overseer, but I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."