Do You Remember Love?

Do You Remember Love?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any related Characters, nor do I own Macross or (Robotech as it was called in English) or any related characters. Harmony Reed is my own creation though.

I am completely revamping the Macross and Robotech idea so you don’t have to know much about it to get something from this story.

Chapter 1: The Beginning …

Harry Potter’s eyes flew open and quickly adjusted to the darkness of his private quarters. He started to sit up but found Hermione still snuggled up using his chest as a pillow. He let out a soft sigh and looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was 3:15 A.M.: five hours till it ends. It finally ends, the time that most of the survivors has come to call the Year of Hell.

He softly eased out from under Hermione, and climbed out of bed. He then grabbed his pajama bottoms from the disarray of discarded clothing that belonged to both himself and Hermione. He looked down at her sleeping form before bending over the bed and giving her a light kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be right back, Love,” Harry whispered as he tiptoed out of the bedchamber.

Harry walked out of the quarters and immediately caught sight of the three other men looking out the window separating the inside of the Macross to the cold unforgiving space. “Can’t sleep either?” Harry asked walking over, looking out at the same thing the others were looking at. Surrounding the earth completely was a dense cloud of nothing but Zentradi spacecraft.

“Think anybody survived?” Rick Hunter asked nervously.

“Ah don know,” Oliver Wood nodded, “But it should ne matta, we’re gonna fight no matta what.”

“Right,” Harry agreed as all four men gave each other a brave nod.

“Alright,” the fourth man, Max Sterling said passing around a bottle in a paper bag, “here’s some liquid courage, should be enough for all of us.”

Harry took a swig of what he discovered to be whisky. How Max seemed to be able to sneak whisky onto the Space Fortress was just one of those questions that no one asked for fear of the answer. It amazed Harry how it all came down to this. With a few hours left till what will surely come to be known as Armageddon, Harry finally allowed himself a moment to relax and reflect on how he came to be on the SDF-1 Macross.

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Ten years earlier …

“Boggy on me six!” Lt. Oliver Wood cried, pulling his F-22into a spin. A moment later the fighter exploded behind him and a third fighter shot through the smoke cloud.

“You can thank me later, Ollie,” Harry joked as he did a loop in the air before taking up position beside his wingman. “I think that’s all of them, ready to head home, guys?”

“I am,” the third of the F-22 fighters flew up beside them, its pilot, Lt. Harmony Reed, yawned before popping tilting her head to pop her neck, “I need my beauty sleep.”

“No kidding,” Harry joked, before pushing the throttle of his jet.

“HEY!” Harmony shrieked, “I hope you realize I still have two bloody missiles, you know, and I could accidentally blow your sorry arse out of the bloody air!”

The three jets made their way to their Scotland Air Base and landed safely. “I won this time,” Harry said with a smile, “Four kills in two sorties.”

“Bloody hell, Harry,” Oliver sighed, “You scare me sometimes.”

Harry smiled at his friends before looking down with a sad sigh, It had been over two years since he had defeated Lord Voldemort, Graduated Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most importantly, seen from his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Sure they’d owled each other, but letters can only do so much. Harry tried to stay in the wizardry world, but he could only handle life in the spotlight as the savior of the world so long. A month after graduation he left the wizardry world behind for good, and unfortunately that meant Ron and Hermione as well. He wondered around England for a while then he met up with the most unlike person, Oliver Wood.

Oliver had told Harry of the fact that a major war was about to break out and there was no way around it. Professional Quidditch had almost completely shut down because several of the players were enrolled into the Wizard and or Muggle armies. He said he was going to enter into the Muggle military; more exactly the Royal Air Force, and asked Harry if he’d go with him. Harry, having nothing better to do, followed. At the academy the two met a spirited girl by the name of Harmony Reed, and the three hit it off nicely, Harry and Harmony especially.

“Well guess this is goodnight,” Harry said as he and Oliver started to leave Harmony at her mini-apartment.

“Harry … you don’t have to run off so quickly, you know …” She said giving him a meek smile and a knowing look.

“I thought … uh … you wanted a beauty sleep?” Harry asked pushing his glasses up on his nose as his face flamed with a blush.

“Yeah, well,” Harmony said walking in, but leaving the door open, “It can wait a little while.”

Harry blushed slightly before giving her a mischievous grin and following her in, closing and locking the door behind him

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“You just sent her a letter at the beginning of the week,” Harmony sighed rising up in her bed, holding a sheet to cover her chest, “She hasn’t returned a letter in months. Why do you still bother?”

Harry looked back, at her from where he was writing, “Sorry, did I wake you, love?”

“Don’t ‘did I wake you, Love’ me, Harry Potter,” Harmony smirked, “You know a girl could get jealous of you always thinking about another girl.”

“She’s just my best friend, Harmony,” Harry said smiling, as he tied the parchment to his old owl, Hedwig’s leg.

“Some best friend,” Harmony said narrowing her eyes, “If she was your best friend, why hasn’t she responded to any of your posts?”

“Maybe she’s just busy,” answered Harry as he was coming back to the bed, “Now, Love … what do you say we get busy,” he said before playfully tackling her to the bed.

Harry then moved in for a kiss and as their lips met a blaring alarm sounded through out the military base. “Well so much for that, Harry,” Harmony sighed as Harry climbed off her. “Rain check?”

“Rain check it is,” Harry smiled pulling on his flight suit.

“Yes, for tonight,” Harmony ordered, pulling on her own suit, “Don’t expect any sleep t’all.”

“Alright then, I have no problems with that suggestion,” He said heading toward the door, “Shall we depart to see what’s the matter?”

“We shall,” she said shoving him out of the way and darting out the door, “Race you to the hangar!”

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“Alright ladies and gentlemen,” Commander Gloval spoke up before the group of pilots, “Lt. Reed, please take a seat some where other than Lt. Potter’s lap please. Thank you. Radar shows that we have enemy confirmation, setting up a temporary command center, TCC, on Macross Island, In the South Pacific.”

He then turned and showed the map. “Your mission is to fly in, bomb the TCC, and come home. You will be taking two seaters and ride the Aircraft Carrier Prometheus. I think you know your flight-mates so get a move on, dismissed.”

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Five fighter jets flew at top speed toward the forested isle known as Macross Island, which was one and a half times the size of Manhattan Island.

“Ok, we go in blow the thing up, and go home, right?” Harry asked looking along the beach for the temporary base. “Harmony?” Harry asked looking back at his lover/wingman.

“Um … Harry?” She asked, nervousness showing in her voice. “Was there an eclipse scheduled today?”

“Um no, why?” Harry asked looking back, to see her pointing to the sky.

“That …” She said her voice trembling, “What’s that?”

“Oh fuck,” Harry gasped as he saw what looked like a giant comet falling from the sky, “ALL FIGHTERS RETREAT TO THE CARRIER!!”

The five fighter jets turned around as quickly as they could and sped away from the rapidly falling object. “Faster you bloody hunk of junk, faster!” Harry grunted as he shoved the throttle and afterburners to their max.

Then it hit with the sound of a nuclear bomb, “We have to get out of the blast radius!” Harmony shouted what Harry already knew, as the jet flew as fast as it could.

Then the shockwave finally hit their fighter, and sent it spinning out of control. “Harry!” he heard Harmony cry fearfully, “We’re going to crash! Can’t you do that apparating thing to us and get us out of here?”

“Tell me, Harmony,” Harry grunted fighting with the control stick, “What do you think would happen when you Apparate from a vehicle traveling mach 4 to a vehicle that completely still?”

“Point …” Harmony gulped, “Eject then?”

Harry then hit the eject lever, but a warning light began to flash, “Damn, the canopy release is damaged!”

“Oh God …” Harmony whimpered finally starting to cry, “Harry …Listen … I love you, I have since the moment we met, and I always will!” she confessed as the plane continued to spiral toward the ground.

“We’re not dead yet, Harmony,” Harry grunted pulling out his old wand which he still carries with. “Alohamora!” Harry yelled as a beam of magic shot from the tip of the wand and hit the hatch of the canopy, throwing it off. Harry immediately pulled the eject level, throwing himself and Harmony out of the falling fighter.

Harry made it away from the debris safely, but Harmony collided neck first with the flying canopy, causing a crunching sound to emit from her neck.

“Harmony!” Harry cried as he jerked off the cables connecting him to his parachute and fought to keep his head above the waves. “Harmony! Where are you?” He finally spotted her floating still attached to her parachute, and the water around her was taking a crimson color. “Oh Merlin no …” Harry gasped as he swam to her side, feeling his heart drop to his feet.

Harry pulled her into his arms, “Harmony? Harmony!” he cried, but got no response, her body was completely lifeless, “HARMONY!!!!!”

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The object that crashed was revealed to be a strange alien spacecraft. It was 1,210 meters long, 339 meters wide, and 312 meters tall, and weighted around 18,000,000 tons. The study team that examined the ship discovered it was in fact a warship, and this news terrified and quickly united all the nations of the world, even the Ministry of Magic. With the combination of the salvaged alien ship, human, or Muggle, technology, and the Wizarding World’s magic, the ship was finally restored, but it took almost a decade to complete. The ship was dubbed the ‘SDF-1 Macross’.

The combination of newfound technology from the combination of the three factors, Alien, Muggle, and Wizarding came to be known as Robotechnology, or Robotech for short. The threat of other ships and aliens like those who the Macross belonged to, as well as others taking the battle fortress for themselves, caused the United Earth Government to form the RDF, the Robotech Defense Force.

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Twenty Eight year old Lt. Harry Potter stood under the nose of his gold and red Valkrye VF-1J Veritech Fighter, double checking specific components.

Though Harry left the military after Harmony’s death, he remained a pilot, arguably the greatest stunt pilot in all of England. He was approached again by Oliver Wood and his former commander, Henry Gloval, the Captain of the Macross, and offered the position as a pilot and commander of the ship’s main fighter squadron, the Skull Squadron. Harry turned down the position of Squadron commander but did agree to go back to piloting for the military, if only to keep an eye on his fellow stunt pilot, Rick Hunter, who was also joining the defense force onboard the Macross.

“Well, Well, Well,” a voice called from behind him, “You have a nice sparkling plaything, Harry.”

Harry knew the voice anywhere, even though he hadn’t heard it in years. He spun around to see the red hair, blue eyes, freckles, and broad smile that could only belong to Ron Weasley. “RON!” Harry gasped, pulling his childhood friend into a bear hug.

“Bloody hell, you’re an Auror!” Harry gasped looking his friend over, “And a commander at that! My goodness, Ron, you’ve come along way!”

“I’ve come along way, Mr. Potter?” Ron smirked, “Look who’s mastered flying all Magical and Muggle aircrafts? I don’t think it was I. Oh and it’s GRAND Commander Ronald Weasley now.”

“And that’s Lieutenant Potter, Grand Commander,” Harry teased before the friends hugged again.

“Bloody hell, Harry, I’ve missed you!” Ron said, his voice trembling lightly, “I wish you could have been at the wedding, I’d have liked nothing more then my best mate to be my best man.”

“You’re married??” Harry gawked.

“With children,” Ron smirked, “Let me introduce you,” He then turned back to the door. “Hey, Hermione sweetheart, you and demon child come on in!”

“H-Hermione?” Harry choked, feeling his blood drain, but not really sure why the thoughts of his two childhood best friends being married together with children bothered him so very much. But his fear turned to confusion when a young girl no older then six with long blonde locks and wild eyes came in dragging a four year old by the belt loop.

“You called, Papa?” the girl beamed up at Ron, and to Harry, the girl was a miniature Luna Lovegood with Weasley freckles, and the boy was Ron made over.

“Harry, let me introduce you to my son and Daughter,” Ron said, grabbing the boy’s shirt and turning him around to face Harry, “Harry, this demon child you see before you is Harold James Weasley, and the beautiful blonde bombshell here,” he said ruffling the girl’s hair, “Is Hermione Lily Weasley. Kids this is your Uncle Harry.”

The two kids immediately pounced on Harry almost taking him to the floor, “Spirited, just like their father,” Harry smiled at his blushing friend, “Not like a Weasley to settle for two.”

“Four, Albus is the youngest, he was born last February, and then there’s …Sirius,” Ron said pausing at the name of his eldest son, awaiting a reaction.

Harry bristled[T1] for a moment, at the sound of his late godfather’s name, but smiled, “Shouldn’t you name your children after your own family, Ron?”

Ron smiled at his friend affectionately “I did, Harry.”

“Ron …” Harry said letting the children down, but was cut off by a voice outside the hanger, “Hey, Potty, you around here?”

“Right here, Roy!” Harry said as a man around Harry’s age walked in. He had an almost overconfident feel to him, with his slightly shaggy blond hair and cocky blue eyes. He stood at a tall 6’5”, and had a pilot’s build.

“Potty?” Ron asked smiling ear to ear.

“Ron, I’m a soldier, I can kill you in more ways then you could possibly imagine,” Harry hissed under his breath.

“Shutting up now.”

“So who’s this, Lt. Potty?” The man said walking up to the two men.

“Ron, this is my commander, Lt. Commander Roy Fokker,” Harry introduced, ignoring Ron’s snickering, “Roy, this is my best friend from school, Grand Commander of the Aurors Ronald Weasley.”

“Nice to meet you Grand Commander, I’ve heard great things about you,” Roy said taking Ron’s hand in a handshake, then turning to Harry, “I was wondering if you’d like to meet the Representative from the Ministry of Magic, Harry.”

“Representative from M.O.M.?” Harry asked cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, they sent somebody to make sure none of us abuse the magical stuff on the ship, ya know,” Roy said, sounding slightly disgusted, “But on the bright side, word is she’s a real hottie, great full C size and a great ass to match!”

Ron almost fell over but covered his mouth, Harry wasn’t sure if he was coughing or laughing or a mix of both.

“Sure, I’ll meet her,” Harry nodded, “You coming, Ron?”

“Na, I’ve already met her, Mate,” Ron snickered, “He’s right, she’s a fox alright, but she’s got a great brain to match too.” He said with a wink.

“Ok,” Harry said slowly, eyeing his friend suspiciously, “Ok, Roy, lead the way!”

The two pilots walked out, and Harry could easily hear Ron burst out laughing from behind the now closed hangar door.

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Harry and Roy walked toward the main loading elevator to the massive battle fortress, and in front of the loading dock, stood a woman in a brown skirt at her knees and a matching uniform jacket. But what caught Harry’s attention was the long bushy brown hair. ‘No way, it can’t be,’ He thought shaking his head.

“There she is,” Roy said nodding to the woman, who still had her back to them, “nice ass huh, Harry?”

“Madam Representative,” Roy spoke up as the girl turned around and her eyes went wide as emerald eyes met and locked with cinnamon eyes. “Doctor Granger, I’d like you to meet one of my best pilots, this is Lt. Potter …”

“H-Harry?” she asked timidly, as if she didn’t even hear Roy’s words.

“Her-Hermione?” Harry choked out, both old friends in a state of complete shock.

“Um …” Roy blinked, unsure of the situation, “You two know each other?”

To Be Continued …

C. Cowboy: first off I’d like to thank Xavien for beta reading for me. secondly, for some added info and pictures on the Macross and Robotech side of things here’s a couple of pieces of eye candy that help the story

This is a painting the Super Dimensional Fortress One: Macross: http://www.robotech.com/gallery/galimage/viewgalimage.php?id=5

This is basic info and schematics of the SDF-1 Macross:

http://www.robotech.com/infopedia/mecha/viewmecha.php?id=6

This is the F-22 Raptor, the jet Harry was piloting in the first part of the story:

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ac/f-22.htm

This is info and schematics on the VF-1J Fighter like Harry’s: http://www.robotech.com/infopedia/mecha/viewmecha.php?id=4

I’ll have more bits of info and eye candy as the story goes. Enjoy and don’t forget to put up a review!

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[T1]“Bristled” sounds better

Chapter 2: Blitzkrieg

It was eight O’clock in the morning inside a small apartment of Macross City. “Too … early …” one of the three occupants complained pulling her pillow over hear head.

“Come on, Lisa,” one of the others said pacing, holding the cordless phone, and working at brushing her wild bushy hair. “We’re going to be late!”

“Hermione, my head hurts … leave me alone …” Lisa responded looking up with bloodshot eyes.

“You shouldn’t of hit the bottle so hard, luv,” Hermione smirked but jumped slightly at the voice on the other side of the phone. “No I wasn’t drinking mum, honestly!”

“You know I’ve too many responsibilities to do anything like that,” Hermione continued on the phone, finally settling down in front of the mirror. “I know, I know, I have the responsibility to make you a grannie. We’ve been through this … yes, I know … yes … as soon as the Macross launches I’ll settle down and start dating … No, Mum, I won’t be an old maid … Mum … No, it has nothing to do with him … I gave up on him coming back a long time ago … NO! I am NOT going to write, call or owl Victor … bloody … Mum, I have … Mum … I have to … I’m going to be late, bye, love you!” She then slammed the phone on its hanger and shook her head, “Honestly …”

Hermione jumped when the phone rung again. She answered quickly with an angry sigh, “Listen Mother, I do not care about Harry Potter any … oh Claudia, where the bloody hell are you? Oh … oh right, Roy, should have known …oh, don’t you start too. For the last time, I don’t want to date one of Roy Folker’s little flyboys … ok, see you at the ship. Bye.” She then looked up and to her surprise, her other roommate, Lt. Commander Lisa Hayes was up and already in her uniform and looked extremely official.

“If you’d like to go on without me, Hermione,” Lisa said walking toward the bathroom. “I still have to brush my teeth.”

“Very well,” Hermione nodded sliding into her shoes. “See you on the ship,” she said as she walked out the door.

The walk from Hermione’s apartment to the shipyard for the massive Battle Fortress was only a few minutes, and she quickly found herself at the checkpoint, and quickly showed her badge to the officer. “Welcome back, Doctor Granger,” the soldier said giving a salute to the representative. “Allow me to give you a ride to the ship,” he offered. Hermione smiled and nodded before climbing into the small golf cart-like transport.

Hermione sat back in her seat and let her mind roam back to her final year at Hogwarts, to her final week that she would never forget. The day of graduation started out happily enough, she was once again not speaking to her on again off again boyfriend Ron Weasley, and it looked as if he’d finally pushed her too far. But then what she feared the most happened, the most important person in her life was called to meet his destiny. Voldemort had come and challenged Harry Potter to the duel of his life.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were quickly taken to Dumbledore’s office. He had instructed Ron and Hermione to remain there where Voldemort couldn’t use them against Harry, and then left them so Harry could say his hopefully not final goodbyes.

“You best take care of her, Mate,” Harry whispered into Ron’s ear, nodding toward Hermione as the two best friends hugged. “If I don’t make it back, and I see from upstairs that she ever wants for anything, I will haunt you till you die, then kick your arse when you cross over.”

He then let go and turned toward Hermione. “Harry …” she said, voice cracking and looking up at him, as if seeing the real him for the first time. Cinnamon met emerald, and then the tears fell as she tackled him in a hug, “You’re a much better wizard than him, and you’re going to come back to us!”

Harry hugged her tightly then did something he had never done before. Hermione’s teary eyes widened in shock as the Boy Who Lived pressed his lips to her cheek, “I’ll come back someday, I swear.”

After hearing that, Ron, who had been bawling for some time now, tackled both and the three just hugged and cried together till Dumbledore knocked on the door. “It’s time, Harry,” Dumbledore said to the teenaged chosen one. Harry nodded and readied his wand, but Hermione stopped him.

“Harry, use mine,” She said pushing the wand into his hand, “Voldemort’s wand and yours can’t battle, he won’t be expecting you to be able to hurt him with this.”

“Thanks, Hermione, I’m not sure I could of made it this far without you, no I’m sure I couldn’t,” Harry said beaming at his friend, who was crying to hard to even blush.

“Just please come back alive,” she begged, but he just nodded and followed Dumbledore out. Leaving the two alone.

Harry Potter won. Using the wand Hermione gave him, he defeated Voldemort after a long, grueling five-hour duel. But after the Dark Lord’s death, Harry Potter was never seen in the Magical World again.

“Dr. Granger?” the soldier said. “We’re here.”

Hermione looked around and to her surprise, the cart was stopped outside Loading Ramp A of the SDF-1 Macross. “Thank you, Sergeant,” Hermione said giving a thankful smile to the young man, then exited the cart. She watched it drive off, before bringing her hand up to touch the part of her cheek where Harry had kissed her all those years ago. She could still feel his lips on her skin, as if it was only minutes ago she had been kissed.

“Madam Representative?” a voice called from behind her. She turned to see Lt. Commander Roy Folker standing there. “Doctor Granger,” he said with a flirty smile, “I’d like you to meet one my best pilots. This is Lt. Potter …”

At the name Potter, Hermione’s eyes went wide and went straight to the very familiar face beside Commander Folker. “H-Harry?”

“Her-Hermione?” Harry choked out in response, leading the pair to stare at one another in awe and disbelief.

“Um … you two know each other?” Roy asked looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione.

Hermione dove at Harry and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, then quickly she pulled back. Before Harry could react, he was spiraling backwards from a hard right cross to the jaw. “Seven years, Harry, SEVEN BLOODY YEARS!” Hermione hissed, even with her short stature, she was towering over him menacingly. “Not a single owl, letter, or phone call, NOTHING!”

“And I’ll take that as a yes,” Roy murmured. “I have a flight show to organize now, bye guys!” he said quickly before moving away from the downed pilot and the nearly screaming representative.

“And what exactly did Commander Folker mean by you being one of his best pilots? You told me that you just worked on jets. And where is this Harmony, last owl I got from you said you were getting pretty serious? Married, family, kids?” Hermione rambled on calming down but not helping Harry to his feet.

“First off, I was a fighter pilot right after I joined the Royal Air Force,” Harry began, standing up rubbing his jaw. “Don’t look at me like that, Hermione. I never lied to you … in a certain point of view I do work ON jets … as for Harmony …”

“Oh drat!” Hermione jumped, reaching down for a pager on her belt. “Bloody … I forgot! Come on, Harry, I have an early lunch date with Ron and the Weasley clan. You do know they’re here right? Oh, Ron will be jumping to see you again!”

“I already saw Ron and the kids,” Harry started, but was jerked forward by Hermione grabbing his wrist.

“You can tell us all about what’s been going on over Chinese,” Hermione said, bringing a smile to Harry’s face.

“I see you haven’t changed that much.”

“You’d be surprised, Harry,” Hermione smiled leading Harry toward a small sidewalk dining area on base.

“How?” Harry asked, smiling at his old friend, “You know why I’m here. What are you doing here?”

“You know the Macross, That really, really big thing sitting here in the middle of nowhere?” Hermione asked, pointing to the Battle Fortress. “I designed the gravity control systems, navigation system, and modified all the systems on board to be powered by the alien power source basically. In other words: she’s my baby.”

“Bloody hell, Hermione,” Harry smiled, pulling out a cigarette. “That had to hurt coming out.”

“Oh you … honestly!” Hermione slapped his arm playfully. “You know what I mean.” She then noticed him lighting his cigarette, and immediately jerked it from his mouth, threw it to the ground and stomped it.

“Hey! What did you do that for?” Harry gasped watching her twist her foot over the smoking cigarette.

“Those could kill you, you know?” Hermione narrowed her eyes.

“Hermione …” Harry said trying to keep from smiling, as they continued walking. “I stood against and defeated the most deadly wizard in history. I fly a vehicle that travels faster then the speed of sound, and I’m a soldier. And you’re worried about a little cigarette killing me?”

“Yes,” Hermione nodded solemnly. “If you haven’t forgotten, Lt. Potter, I am a doctor. Cigarette smoking leads to lung cancer and heart disease.”

“Oh, Dr. Granger,” Harry gasped sarcastically. “I never knew all of that … I will cut back on my cigarette smoking. I know now!”

“Knowing is half the battle … HEY!” She smirked before gasping when he ruffled her hair. She humphed and crossed her arms over her chest as he pulled out a second cigarette and smiled down at her.

“I see why Ron always liked making you angry,” Harry said between puffs of his cigarette. “It’s fun.”

“Ah, Harry, I see you found our good Doctor,” Ron said running up and kissing Hermione on the cheek with his two young children at his side.

“Let them be, Ron,” a blond headed woman said with a redheaded infant on her hip.

“Luna?” Harry asked staring wide-eyed. “Luna Lovegood?”

“That’s Luna Weasley now,” Luna replied smiling warmly, pulling Harry into a hug. “It has been far too long, Harry Potter.” She then nodded to the younger copy of Ron who was walking up to the group, “That’s our son Sirius, and this little fellow is Albus,” she cooed, raising the infant up in her arms.

“Come on,” Ron spoke up. “Ginny and her ‘husband’ are waiting at the table,” Ron said spitting out the word ‘husband’.

The group walked back to the table and Harry stiffened as the blond headed Auror turned to face him with the very familiar smirk.

“Malfoy …” Harry growled.

“Potter! Welcome back to the fold,” Malfoy gasped sarcastically. “We’ve missed you!”

“Thank you, Malfoy,” Harry groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“So are you going to stick around this time?” Malfoy asked. “Or are you going to run like the coward I knew you always were again?”

“Why you …” Harry growled, pulling against Hermione and Ron’s arms, until a familiar voice came from the table.

“Draco, honey, would you stop showing your ass and give me a back rub please?” Ginny said glancing back at the group. “My neck’s stiff again.”

Draco stood toe to toe with Harry a moment, before with a growl turning to the redhead, “Coming, dear.”

Harry watched in awe as Draco Malfoy walked around an extremely pregnant Ginny Weasley-Malfoy and began to gently rub her shoulders, “Great Merlin …” Harry gasped at the smirking Ginny. “You actually broke him.”

“Too right, Harry,” Ginny giggled, as her husband rubbed her shoulders. “Now, you all are making my feet tired, pull up a chair.”

“Ok then,” Hermione started, as they all sat down, “Harry fill us in, we have more then a few years to catch up on!”

“Ok then, where to start …”

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Meanwhile on the bridge of the SDF-1 Macross, Henry Gloval, captain of the ship, sat in his command chair looking over the bridge. “Captain?” a communication officer spoke up.

“Yes, Kim, what is it?” Captain Gloval asked, giving her his attention.

“Something weird has happened, Sir,” she said nervously. “We’ve lost contact with Houston, Washington, and the UN Headquarters, Sir.”

“Perhaps we are having satellite difficulties,” Gloval mused, pulling out an old pipe. “Have you tried switching sats?”

“Yes sir,” Kim said shakily. “I just tried the forth time, sir, it’s like our satellites … aren’t there anymore …”

“That is odd, Commander Haze, Commander Grant?” Gloval spoke up turning to the bridge officer. “Is there anything on long range radar?”

Lisa Haze and Claudia Grant looked at one another before turning to their monitor, “No sir,” Lisa spoke up. “Nothing on radar, but … Captain we’re having energy fluctuations on board the ship!”

“What?” Gloval gasped, standing to his feet.

“Sir, the Macross Canon is activating!” Claudia gasped, as the front of the ship began to transform and split into two long sections with electric-like energy running up and down between their lengths.

“Signal a red alert!” Gloval barked. “And someone get me Doctor Granger, NOW!”

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“Um, Hermione …” Harry said as the group stood to see the rapidly changing Battle Fortress, “What’s ‘your baby’ doing?”

“The Canon?” Hermione gasped, terror edged on her face. “It shouldn’t do that, not in that formation … it just isn’t possible!”

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth an intense blast shot from the front of the massive ship, atomizing a path through the city and through the mountain of the island then taking an angle and going high into the sky.

“Wicked!” Ron gasped and smiled in awe.

“Ron!” Luna hissed, slapping his chest.

“Great Merlin …” Hermione stuttered, staring at the destruction the ship, which was slowly returning to its original shape, caused.

Before any more words could be said, alarms sounded throughout the area, before Commander Haze’s voice echoed through the city: “Attention please, would all defense personal report to their ready station and go to stand by position, all civilians report to the closest bunker or the Macross Civilian Center, and Doctor Hermione Granger please report to the Macross bridge. Repeat: would all defense personal report to their ready station and go to stand by position, all civilians report to the closest bunker or the Macross Civilian Center, and Doctor Granger please report to the Macross Bridge. Thank you.”

“Luna, you and Ginny get the kids on board the Macross,” Ron ordered, Harry noticed him more serious then he had ever seen him. “Draco let’s get to the other Aurors.”

“Come on, Hermione,” Harry said taking her hand, not noticing her face went crimson at the contact. “I’ll get you to the ship, it’s on the way to the hanger.”

Hermione nodded dumbly before Harry jerked her to the feet and the group split up.

Harry led Hermione to the entry ramp of the Macross and started to leave when he felt her hands grip her arm. “Harry, I don’t know what’s going on, but please be careful …” Hermione pleaded.

“Don’t worry, Hermione,” Harry smiled. “I took down Voldemort, I’m positive whatever’s going on can’t be worse then that.”

“You’re right, but still, do be careful ok?” Harry nodded, and Hermione watched him disappear into a group of soldiers and pilots, before running into the ship.

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Hermione entered the bridge and went immediately to Capt. Gloval’s side. “You called, Captain?” Hermione asked nervously.

“Yes, Representative,” Gloval sighed, “Moments ago we were forced to use the magical communications system you created because of a phenomenon with our satellite communications.”

“Did it work properly?” Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“Yes, Dr. Granger, but … what I’m about to tell you cannot leave this bridge just yet, understood?” Gloval said a deathly serious look on his face. Hermione nodded a strange pit growing in her stomach, “We received reports from UN Command in Norway. You see, every major capital city, and mass populated area on the globe … no longer exists.”

“I … I don’t understand …” Hermione gulped. “What do you mean ‘no longer exists’?”

“According to Norway, reports of what appeared to be a type of nuclear armament,” Gloval stated nervously. “New York City, Paris, Houston, LA, and Washington DC, to name a few. We even had one headed our way till the Macross Canon blasted it at a safe distance.”

“Who’s attacking, who could possible hit so many so fast?” Hermione gulped, her face losing color.

“We traced the armaments’ paths,” Gloval explained. “They came from outer orbit … and more large objects are on their way.”

To Be Continued …

Next Chapter: Escape

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