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And now, Finally.

Episode 1: Day 1: "What the Hell?" Phase 1:

Earth Date: June 29, 1996: 4:33am GMT

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It was at the end of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. Early that morning just before dawn on the same day Harry was to board the Hogwarts express, later that afternoon at 4:30pm, for the journey back to the Dursley's, for the summer. Harry had woken up early that morning with a headache when he decided to take a morning walk through the dew covered grass around the school grounds in an effort to clear his headache and think about his life, so far, while simultaneously dreading going back to the Dursley's again. He kept asking himself why he was still going back there, as Dumbledore was not there to insist on it, as he usually did.

However, his brooding was rudely interrupted when suddenly and without any warning; he was enveloped by a whitish, blue beam of glowing light. Then his surroundings seem to dim out, and disappear around him.

The next thing he knew, he was quite groggy and secured to a hard metal table, with a bright white light shining in his eyes, prompting a bit of squinting, as he tried to look around his surroundings.

'What the Hell...!' Was Harry's first thought as he began to panic? As he wildly looked around and could see three, rather small, strange looking, bluish gray, humanoid type creatures, wearing some sort of light bluish garment or body suit, standing in front of something like a console of some type. These creatures were motioning with their hands while making some sort of clicking sounds. From Harry's observational, but rather groggy point of view, he assumed this was some sort of unfamiliar, communication system. Harry noted that these creatures even looked strange to him, who had in the past seen many strange, magical creatures.

One of the creatures looked over at the table Harry was secured to. From his rather groggy state he assumed he was meant to be sedated. Feigning unawareness of his surroundings; Harry closed his eyes to narrow slits, but kept one open just enough to see the creatures. He almost gasped out loud when he saw what looked like two large black, almond shaped eyes, inset at an angle on a rather too large head.

It was then that Harry's panic took complete hold of him, as well as his substantial Magic, and then all Hell broke loose! Suddenly and without any warning to the creatures, a metallic snapping sound rang out as the fastenings securing Harry to the medal table snapped, and a reddish glow dispersed from Harry at light speed, abruptness. As Harry dizzily sat up from the table, his wand springing into his hand with a panicked excitement, he surveyed the room he was in, only to notice the three little bluish gray creatures were down on the floor and seemed to be either out cold, or out right, dead.

Harry slid off this table and being quite dizzy, he moved slowly over to the creatures to look them over, nudging one with his foot, he came to the conclusion they were quite dead. He began to panic again, but got a grip on himself before he unintentionally destroyed something important. He was wondering why his magic was nearly out of control and felt it was the panic he was experiencing, causing his magic to overreact.

He began again in his fogged, groggy state, to survey his surroundings wondering what the Hell happened and where in Merlin's beard he was? It seemed he was in some sort of medical room. Nothing the likes of which he had ever before seen in the hospital wing at Hogwarts or any other hospital he has ever had the misfortune to see the inside of.

The room was somewhat triangular, cold gray in color, about eight or nine meters at it’s widest, which seemed was a curved wall to his left, with a console of some sort in front of it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see some sort of light yellow colored pads on the surface of this purplish console with a few, inset, blinking lights on what Harry thought were some sort of computer consoles.

Harry, stumbled over to the consoles. In the center of these consoles were what looked like little hand pads with indentations for five fingers and what Harry thought was supposed to be a thumb. It looked to Harry as though you place your five-fingered hand on the pads to operate the computer consoles. The other odd things he noticed about the hand pads were at the end of each finger placement there were four small, rounded, convex protrusions.

Still stumbling slightly, he moved over to take a closer look at the creature’s hands and noticed, these were very strange looking humanoid type creatures, indeed having five fingers; the ends of each finger had four small suction-cups, like features. Harry assumed, correctly, that these suction cups were used in some way to operate these computer consoles.

Nearly poking his eye out with his wand as he moved his hand to scratch his head at what he is seeing, he was startled by a subtle vibration he could feel under his feet. He realized that where ever he was, the room or whatever it was seemed to be in a subtle motion. He reasoned he was possibly in some sort of moving vehicle.

Across this room on the opposite wall was another console with another two sets of those yellowish pads on the surface. Behind him on the wall next to the table he had been secured to be several movable extension arms with attachments on the ends of two of them, and a bright light on the middle one. To his right the room narrowed to about three or four meters with a circular indentation about one and a half meters in diameter inset, into the wall.

He stumbled his way to the circular part of this narrower wall. As he approached this wall the circular part suddenly opens outward like that of the iris of a standard Muggle camera, disappearing into the walls around it. He was startled momentarily, and then peeked out into a circular corridor beyond it, leading to what he assumed was a central core of what he now thought, was a circular structure of some sort, with this two meter wide corridor circling the core of the structure.

Harry stepped out of this room and ventured to the left down this corridor. Creeping along, hoping for no more surprises, he came across another of those round doorways on his left and cautiously, approached it. As with the first one in the medical room, this door also opened in the same way once he was within arms length of it.

As the doorway suddenly peeled back into the wall he leaped into the room with a somersault, coming up in one fluid motion, wand still tightly grasped in his right hand, only to find he was alone in what seemed to be some sort of common room or perhaps a dining room as you might find in an average public building. In the middle of this room were three small tables with one seat at each table. The seats were all back to back as though these creatures did not want to face each other as they consumed their meals. He looked at the far curved wall noticing another of these consoles and a display on the wall with some sort of small diagrams or perhaps language symbols. His curiosity coming to the fore, he pressed his finger onto one of the symbol indentations, but nothing happened.

He ponders over this a moment, then performed a bit of magic on his left hand, transfiguring it to look like that of the creatures hand, and then tried it again. Much to his surprise, a small container appeared on the left side of the console on a square blue plate as though he had just performed conjuring. This container was filled with some sort of purple, paste like substance. He sniffs at it cautiously, finding it odorless; he dipped his right index finger in scooping up a small amount of this substance and tasted it. He spat it back out immediately. It was horrible, like cardboard and cement mixed with oil and hair gel. It also left an unpleasant, lasting sensation on his sensitive taste buds.

Trying another of the symbols, this time an orange substance appeared. More warily this time, he once again tasted a small portion. He decided this was different, more pleasant, like a combination of apple and cheese on dry toast, with a bit of pepper taste thrown in. At least he can eat this, was his thinking at that moment. However, he decides to put that off until he has no choice.

He tried one more symbol, and much to his surprise, a container of what looked like good old-fashioned regular water appeared on the right side of the console, on another bluish, grid type plate. He tasted this and sure enough it was refined or distilled in some fashion, but still all-too-good H2O water.

He drank every last drop of the containers contents, hoping it would not do him any harm. After a few minutes where nothing happened, he was satisfied that he could at least find water in this strange place, he found himself in.

As he turns to leave this room he makes note of the fact that there is nothing else in this rather, too large, otherwise empty room, or apart of the two side walls, that he can see anyway. This room seemed somehow too large and empty for just three Aliens to dine in. He thought there must be more to this room than he was seeing at that time, but put the thought off for the time being, just making a mental note of it.

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Next, he needed to continue his exploration of this place and hoped he didn't come across any more of these creatures. He exited this room which he had now dubbed "The Nutrition /Dining Room," making a mental map as he goes. Continuing down this corridor to his left, he came across what could only be a ladder, inset into the core wall on his right side. He climbed up one floor, then exited to another, much narrower corridor about one meter wide. As he was creeping left along this corridor, he could hear some whining and beeping sounds.

Coming across another of these round doors, only this time, on his right hand side he repeated his last entrance. Once again somersaulting in a roll and coming up, wand in hand and a stupefy ready to spring from his lips.

Again he found no one. He was beginning to think that those three creatures were the only ones in this place.

This is some sort of control room at the top of the entire structure, a structure he soon realized from a view out one part of the wall, which was a space vehicle of some kind, for he could see the blue-and-white sphere of the Earth in an outside view, from a section of the wall, which appeared to be transparent.

He gasped and nearly fell to his knees from vertigo. "What the Hell...!" slipped out of his mouth in a most undignified fashion. Now Harry was not a stupid person. In his Muggle upbringing, he had occasionally watched some Sci-Fi Tele and recognized that he was indeed in some sort of Space Craft, in a high Earth Orbit. It was not a hallucination, however much might he have wished it were so.

Again he gasps out... "What the Hell...! What the Hell...!" He spun himself around a few times to make sure he was, indeed alone, and to try and take in what he was seeing. He nearly made himself dizzy from the rotation and grabbed at the console to steady his onset of vertigo.

After a few minutes of calming his agitated state, he pulled himself together and took better stock of his surroundings. The console he steadied on was nearly a full circle with only a narrow opening at one part. Looking over top of this console he can see a seating area in the center of what he was now certain, was a computer console. He reasoned he would be able to sit in that chair but it might be a bit of a tight fit. He also noticed at this point that there were no seams attaching this chair or the console or anything else. It was as though everything was molded from a single casting.

This control room was smaller than the floor below, basically on top of this central core about five meters across, he estimated. The ceiling was also lower but curved upwards towards the center to about three meters in height, containing one single light source in the middle, about two meters across. This control room looked as though it was meant for only one of those creatures to operate this Space Craft, from this one central or control point.

The questions now running through Harry's mind were numerous. How in the hell did this craft operate in the first place? What the Hell is its power source? What the Hell is keeping it here in orbit? Who or what is operating this craft or was it on some sort of autopilot? But foremost in Harry's mind was, "How the hell do I get out of here and get my feet back on solid ground?"

He considered attempting to apparate, but he had not had any training in that, and decides he is not going to give that a try an so discarded the idea. 'No, No,' He thought, ’I mustn't try that!' His next thought was, 'could he somehow figure out how to operate this strange craft and land it? But he reasoned it could take him years to understand the simplest parts of this thing, so he dismissed that thought as well, for the time being anyway.

At this point many thoughts are running rampant in his tiny brain. 'Can I send a Patronus to someone for help? Can I magic the ship to land? Can I find some way to communicate with someone?' These are just three of the scattered thoughts running at light speed through his ever, increasingly, paranoid mind. The next thought was the most sensible one yet. Chewing his bottom lip again as he ponders... 'What could possibly happen next and what the Hell am I going to do now?'

Harry leaned against the console, still chewing his bottom lip while scratching his head, considering his precarious situation. He begins thinking logically for probably the first time since he was "Harry napped" on this insane ride. First, he reasoned that he had to explore this craft completely and locate everything that was here, and then make some attempt at understanding it all.

He turns and takes another look around the control room then decides he was going to call it "The Bridge," as that was probably as accurate as calling it the "Control Room." He was taking lessons from some of the Sci-fi Tele he had seen in his Muggle upbringing. He glanced over at the chair and made a snap decision to try it out.

As he lowers himself gently onto this chair, he is panicked once again, by the sudden movement of the chair attempting to adjust to his slightly larger frame. "What the Hell...?" he stammers out as he jumps a meter in the air. He wonders how something that looks and feels like solid, cold, seamless, gray metal could alter its structure in such a fashion. He gets a grip on himself again and takes a second go at it.

This time he just sits and waits for the chair to adjust to his frame. After this chair settles down, he decided it was indeed a most comfortable chair, conforming to every subtle curve of his short and rather slender frame. He looked over the console in front of him and recognizes the five-fingered hand pads again, but decides not to put his hands on them just yet. He still did not know enough about what might happen, when he did that.

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He got up and looked for the round door, observing that there are three of them exiting from the Bridge, and made his way over to one of them, stepping through it as he palmed his wand once again. He made his way over to the ladder, and cautiously descending to the original level, and past it down to the bottom level of what he now knew, was a three-deck Space Craft.

The middle level is by far the largest, widest and highest level of this craft and realizes, it is the main living section, deck, level, floor or whatever, to call it. He moves along this narrower corridor, entering another round doorway only to find a very small empty, access room except he could see two smaller, round, door like panels, on the floor about three meters apart.

Stepping over to the closest panel, he kneeled down over it, when it suddenly opens in the same way the other doors operated. He noted that this floor was much thicker than the doorways or upper walls and appeared to be laminated in some way. This floor has a slight vibration but also seemed cushioned in some way. He sticks his head through the opening and is hit with a smell like that of an electrical discharge with some ozone and some other unidentified odors, he guessed. He could feel his hair pulling straight down and felt a slight distortion on his head and face. He could see three large, black cylinders with three spherical, and metallic structures hanging, from his point of view, upside-down on a horizontal, pendulum-like assembly attached to a curved quarter moon shaped object, suspended from a point he could not see, on the ceiling, which happen to be the underside of the floor he was kneeling on.

There were small electrical arcs bouncing up, down, back and forth from extensions on the lower spheres, to the bottom and back up from one sphere, then to another in a consistent, steady pattern. Harry reasoned this was some sort of electrical power source, or perhaps some strange sort of anti-gravity device. He decides it was indeed the power source for this craft, but he instinctively believed, he would never understand how it worked.

As he stood up, the panel closed up again, as though it sensed his absence. ‘Ok,’ Harry mentally reviewed, ‘what all do I know about this craft so far?’ ‘A, there is a one-person control room at the top.’ B, ‘the middle level is probably the main section for eating, sleeping, medical and whatever I have not yet discovered.’ And c, ‘the bottom level seems only to contain that strange power source and the access corridor. So onto the middle level again and finish exploring that.’ He concludes.

He walked up the ladder again to the main deck and approached another of those circular doors only to find himself out side the food dispensing room again. He continues left, again down this corridor and stops before this next doorway can open and begins thinking again. He makes note of a fact he'd noticed earlier; that this entire craft was seamless in nature, as though built from one single mould; like someone had just poured into the aforementioned mould some liquid substance that cooled into this entire, seamless craft. 'Astonishing, Thought Harry, at such an achievement. But for all the wonders it contained, this craft seems too small to be capable of interplanetary travel, much less interstellar travel.' 'But, what the Hell do I know anyway'! Harry incorrectly, believes this is some sort of short range, scout or survey craft and feels there must be others like this one, then the big, rather unnecessary, "Wowa", hits him like a hammer and panic, once again, begins to set in to his teenage human Brain..

'Great Merlin's Ghost'! He thought! There must be a "Mother Ship" that this belongs to somewhere out there,' as he continued his unnecessary panicked state! 'ALIENS! MORE, ALIENS!' He thought, as he believes that thought, it sinks into his tiny, primitive, Human Brain. All that anyone could have heard, if there had been anyone to hear; would have been a . . . "Muffled Thump," as Harry dropped to the floor, his eyes rolling up and back into his head; as his small Brain closes down, for the moment, as he fainted! Most men could, and likely would argue, that men don't faint; they pass out. But that is just some Human, Macho thinking, and Bull Shit. The fact is, he fainted. And that's really, what you call it.

Some unknown period of time passed before Harry came back to consciousness in a jolt of panic looking all around for some hidden danger to spring out at him. Great fear once again gripping him as he sat on the floor, propped up against the main floor's wall in the corridor between the food dispensing room and the next room he was about to investigate. His wand was gripped in his hand so tightly, the blood temporarily ceased flowing to it, and his mouth was very dry and hanging open, with his face as white as milk. Harry shook his head two or three times, trying to get the blood flowing again and come back to his senses, only to make himself dizzier from his efforts.

After a few minutes of collecting himself, he continued down the corridor once again, wand clutched tightly in hand, and entered the next of those circular doorways. He decided to play it safe and repeated his drop and roll entrance to find, once again no one else, present. This one, he reasoned was some sort of machine room with three square, transparent, box type placements on each side of this room and two at the back. Each of these transparent boxes had conduits of some sort connecting them all together.

On the right side, these boxes were brownish in color. On the left side the three boxes were bluish in color and two more, one green and one blue box, against the far wall. The green box had some sort of purple, four handled control mechanism on top and the left or blue one had a purple plate type thing, on top. These conduits connecting these together seem to be passing, contents from one to another in a recycling fashion. He could see some kind of materials, sloshing around in the brown one and what looked like water, in the blue ones. In front of the two at the far wall, was another of those consoles with the five fingered hand pads on top. He reasons this is some sort of food and water, processing or recycling system.

Moving on, he exits this processing room, adding it to his mental map, and continued left down the corridor, once again entering the next room with the same gusto entrance. Again, he found it absent of other creatures.

This looks like it could be some kind of crew quarters. There was a vertical cylinder up against the right side wall, about a meter and a half in height, with a rounded, transparent sliding door that opens as Harry approached it.

He is perplexed by what it could be, but looks it over carefully, discovering it had a button or switch on the inside and figured it was meant to open the door from the inside. Figuring he could get out (after testing that button), he ventured into the cylinder. Once inside he turned to face forward, and the door closed a centimeter from the tip of his nose.

A brief moment of panic struck Harry as he seemed to become weightless, just floating off the floor in a standing position, and, once he returned to his senses, came to the conclusion it was some sort of zero gravity resting or sleeping chamber.

Pressing the button to exit, he briefly entertained the thought that it would be quite a comfortable place to sleep, once he got used to the zero gravity effect. Continuing his exploration of this crew quarters, he finds another sliding door in the far left corner of the room and ventured over to it. It also opened as he approached and found what he thought might be some sort of toilet facilities.

‘Yikes! What the Hell..?' he thought, as he looks at what might pass for a toilet, and cringes at the thought he might, no, would eventually have to use this thing.

It looked more like a saddle you might throw on a small horse or a small creature capable of flight, than it did a toilet. It was surrounded by a transparent enclosure and has a panel in front of one part of this saddle type thing with several buttons labeled, again with more of those similar strange symbols Harry had first seen in the food room, and other places he noted, throughout this craft.

As he looks this thing over, he realized he could not use this thing wearing any clothing, as he can not possibly mount this saddle with his trousers down around his ankles. Shaking his head, he looked at a small opening in the saddle, and a short hose-type extension, with a rather small suction cup type device on the end and cringed again, making a disgusting vocal noise, as he kicked at the thing and huffed at it.

As he turned to leave, he muttered in a whisper. "Not in the 7 hells of Voldemort will I ever use that thing!" Then it struck him that he hadn't learned to evacuate his body of waste using magic, then huffed again as he kicked at the floor while exiting this room muttering curse words at Hogwarts for its lack of teaching fundamental things like this, instead opting to teach such stupidities as the "Jelly Legs Jinx." He noted another of these consoles and a rectangular cabinet on the wall opposite the sleeping or rest chamber.

The next two rooms were also the same type of crew quarters, announcing to Harry that there were likely only three crew members on a craft this small. Recalling, he had inadvertently, killed these three creatures and had a moment of remorse at having accidentally, in a panic, taken their lives. He idly wondered why his magic did that and why these creatures were not better protected, but figured as he was very groggy at that moment, they probably thought he was unconscious and had lowered whatever shielding, they may have had for protection. He decided it was too late to worry about that now. Thinking again of his mental map, he reasoned there were two rooms, yet to investigate.

He ventured further down this corridor, relaxing a bit as he realized there were no more creatures here to surprise him or he certainly would have come across another one by now.

The next room he entered without the usual drop and roll as he was getting a sore back from doing that and anyway, his paranoia was somewhat satiated now.

"Wowa. . . .! What the Hell...!" He exclaimed, again! He entered what he thought was a tools or gadgets room. Along the two side walls were cabinets containing all sorts of strange tools, gadgets and devices. Not a one of them made any sense to Harry as he looked them over. He opted to choose one that looked somewhat like a Muggle flashlight of sorts. It was about fifteen centimeters in length, about four centimeters in diameter, cylindrical in design, with a rotating head or business end just like that of a flashlight, with three clickable settings. Along the shaft was a single button or switch. The other end had another rotating feature. The device pretty much Looked just like an ordinary, everyday flashlight.

He picked it up and pointed it at the floor, choosing the first setting on the left, and then pushed the button.

"What the Hell..!" Harry exclaimed while jumping back a step, taking a deep breath again and realizing this was becoming his favorite expression, for what he is encountering on this craft.

A narrow beam of blue, condensed, laser-like light exited from the business end and struck the floor at light speed. He then moves the opposite rotating end and repeated this action. This time the beam widened to about fifteen centimeters as it struck the floor again.

"OK!" he exclaimed out loud, as he realized the other end setting manipulated the diameter of the beam. He returned the rear setting to its original position then switched the front setting to the middle position and pressed the button again. This time a white light emitted and a puff of smoke rose from the part of the floor he was aiming at. "OK, that is a stronger setting then." He says out loud again.

Now he takes the big plunge and tries the third setting. A beam of red light struck the floor and left a small indentation in the floor about 5 centimeters deep, about two centimeters wide, the same size diameter as the beam. He then realized there is another small button on the rear end and pushed this button; a very bright, white light emitted once again but did no damage. He rotated the rear end and the beam again widened up to a meter in diameter. He ran his hand quickly in front of this beam and once again huffed at it while muttering out loud. "Great Merlin's Whiskers, that's a bloody handy little tool, a three phased weapon and a high intensity flash light too!"

Harry recognized from his Sci-fi Tele that this is a weapon, probably with a Stun, Kills and Disintegrate setting based on what he witnessed. He had been wondering how he was going to get rid of these Alien creatures' bodies and reasoned he can probably disintegrate them using this third setting. 'At least, they won’t smell up the place now. This is one thing I want to keep on me now, at all times.' He thought.

He wanted to try one other thing with this flash light laser and that was to see if it would fire while the flash light part was operating, so set the flashlight on, with a one meter wide beam and pressed the cylinder button, while on the stun setting and sure enough it worked just the same, only the blue beam was about 5 centimeters wide.

As he moves it to put it in his left pocket it attaches itself to his clothing wherever he places it as though it has some sort of built in, static or magnetic sticking charm. Choosing to attach it to his upper left leg, at arms length and re-setting it to the stun position he figured he had another weapon apart from his wand, he could now use to protect himself.

He had long ago discovered he was ambidextrous in most things and could even write with either hand, although he usually wrote using his right hand and had gotten used to using his wand primarily, in that hand.

He idly wondered if he could use this weapon on Voldemort to finally get rid of that creature as well, then pondered the prophecy and the "power he knows not," but dismissed that thought for now, as he was not exactly in a position yet, to execute that thinking.

Next on the table in front of him was some sort of flexible utility belt, about eight centimeters wide, meant to go around the waist area? Harry thought. Several adjustable controls were on the front, after playing with it for a bit, found that when putting it around the waist, it was somewhat stretchy and fastened in some static or magnetic fashion in the same way the flashlight laser, had attached to his clothing.

It took a fare amount of pressure to unfasten it. Putting it back on again he began adjusting the controls, when suddenly a magnetic shield popped on, engulfing him and conforming to his body size and shape. The shield extended about 10 to 15 centimeters out from his body and kept that distance and configuration as he moved around. He had no problem breathing but felt as though the pressure had changed a little. He pressed the same control again and the shield turned off. He wasn't sure what to make of it at that moment, but his best guess was some sort of atmospheric and pressure shielding device. Again there were those symbols under each control, which Harry could not understand or translate.

He looked over to the table on his right and there were six, light greenish in color fabrics, when Harry put one in his hands to feel the textures, he was quite astonished at what felt like a liquid type, fabric substance, rather sensual to the touch. He stretched one out and realized it was some kind of clothing or single piece body suit. He was tempted to try one on, but hesitated for a moment, when he realized he could not have any other clothing on, under this garment and felt a bit embarrassed at having to peel off, all his clothing to try this on.

After considering this situation for a few minutes and remembering he was alone, he decided to take the proverbial plunge and disrobed all of his clothing. Standing there naked as a new born baby, he did indeed turn as red faced as a tomato.

He slipped his left, then his right leg into this body suit and began to slide it up his body. The sensations on his sensitive teenage skin were too much for young Harry to control and by the time he got it up past his buttocks his teenage manhood was fully up, in the, saluting at full attention, position. His face got even redder as he looked inside the front part of this suit and there was a small opening. He realized he was expected to insert his penis into this opening, as this was some sort of waist removal system, for what he now realized was an environment suit.

"What the Hell"! Harry exclaimed out loud. As he pondered this opening, that seemed too small to accommodate his normal manhood, much less his erection, but maneuvered his erection into this opening anyway, which expanded a bit but was quite tight, Harry thought. That was when it happened. Young Harry lost whatever bit of control, he had been maintaining and climaxed before he could even pull it out, to use his hand as a receiver for his baby batter.

"Great Merlin's Ghost"! Harry gasped out, as he continued pumping out baby batter, up to 10 or 12 pumps as he fell sideways against the table. "Wowa. . . oooohhhhh. . . aaaahhhhhh. . . pheuuwwwww. . . yikeres. . . Wowa now that was, intense and quite something else too!" Harry abruptly yelled out. Getting back some control of himself, he idly wondered if this environment suit was supposed to have that kind of effect on him, or if it was just a horny teenager’s reaction to the situation, and the sensations, caused by this fabric.

He decided it was the latter, but started to wonder, if he was some sort of pervert, with an Alien-Fabric-Fetish, for having had that happen. Then gave himself a bit of a shake, at the thoughts running amuck in his otherwise, empty head.

It was then he also noted that there was an inner absorption pocket, which took all of his baby batter and absorbed it into this inner pocket and disappeared. "Well . . ., that seems efficient, and quite convenient, too. I hope it doesn't get pregnant, as well." Harry muttered in a whisper, simultaneously thinking he could at least avoid that toilet thing, for urinating anyway. He idly wondered if the suit had some arrangement for the other waste problem and cringed at the thought of having to, at some point, poop in the suit, and figured he would try and avoid that too, if possible.

Still a bit red faced and embarrassed by this experience, he put his own clothing back on, remembering he had discarded his uniform robe back in the medical room, when he had arrived in this nightmare situation.

He continued to look over some of these gadgets but was a bit afraid to try any more of them. He had been lucky so far, he hadn’t blown himself up at every turn in this strange place. He had to find some way to understand what was around him if he ever expected to get the hell out of here.

But he was struck with another thought at that moment and that was. ‘Could he make use of this Space Craft? If he was careful he might just get away with that. Between his magic and the craft's own abilities and gadgets, he just might be able to eventually make some use of it, even making it a home. Which would be way better than the Dursley’s in, oh so many ways.’ "Well, except for that damn toilet anyway!" He huffed again. If he could just get a grip on his panic, and begin to understand this craft. It might just work to his great advantage and future benefit.

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It was time to move on to the next room. Harry had figured it must be the last one, based on the size of this craft. After he finished investigating this next and likely last room, he had to sit down and get a good picture in his head of the layout of the vehicle. Then think up some way to understand it and make use of it. Then he was struck with another thought. ‘What the Hell else could possibly happen or potentially go wrong?’

What we know about Murphy's Law is that if you say it, or think it, it will surely happen!

Harry moved out of this gadget or tools room and proceeded left again down the corridor to the final room. Stepping through the round doorway, he was struck with humbleness at the sight that greeted him. For in this room was a similar console to that of the one on the bridge, and a display area, displaying an almost full 360-degree view on the walls. There were a few of Earths many cities and other stellar locations, seemingly on a multitude of viewing screens. It was as though this room was viewing, recording or just displaying places and events taking place on Earth and a few other Star Systems, in what appeared to be, real time.

After a moment of carefully looking at the displays, then at the computer console again. Harry ventured over to the console chair and seated himself. The chair again, adjusted to his frame, as the bridge chair had done earlier. Looking at the console in front of him, Harry decided again, to take the proverbial plunge and transfigured his both hands to that of the creatures then placed them on the hand pads. As the ends of his fingers made their way to the protrusions, the suction cup type pads at the end of his fingers, stuck to the protrusions and Harry’s mind started to fill with new knowledge.

Schematic and Blueprint type diagrams, Maps and Stellar Cartography, first began to siphon off into his brain. Then hundreds of Languages, Pictographic Symbols, Sub-Space Worm-Hole Telemetry Configurations, Hyper-Space Curves in Space-Time, Magnetic Current, Multi and Sub-Dimensional Phase Physics, flooded Harry's tiny Brain. And it appeared he had been mistaken in his assumption that this craft was incapable of interstellar travel. This went on for an unknown amount of time, but it was all too much for Harry's Brain to assimilate at one time, and Harry was ejected out of the chair, falling unconscious to the floor, face down.

It was Harry's magic that ejected him from the chair and saved his life and his Brain from frying. It fought back as it did when Harry arrived, and released him from the computer interface.

Some unknown length of time passed, and then Harry began to return to life with the biggest splitting headache he had ever known. 'What the Hell...?' Was his first thought as he couldn't recall what had happened nor who or where he was? Then slowly, very slowly over the next 10 or 15 minutes he started to remember bits and pieces of what happened as he still sat there on the floor in this room, propped up against the computer console.

He was humbled once again at his new thoughts, memories and new knowledge running in his mind. He seemed now to grasp the environment of these Aliens, more importantly; he seemed to understand, now, this ship and its functions as though he had always been here. His entire fundamental view of everything changed in that instant. His petty fight with Voldemort seemed infantile and of utter, insignificance compared to the vastness of Time and Space as he now understood it. Slowly, Harry got to his feet, shaking his head a bit to clear it of some, still remaining fog.

Harry left this room for now and went back into the last room he had visited, the tools room. This time he had no qualms about the suit or the tools in this room. He disrobed again and dressed in what he now knew with certainty, was the Environment suit, without the previous embarrassment or physical reaction he'd experienced, some time earlier. The suit would, in combination with some other tools, protect him from extreme heat and cold, the vacuum of space, extreme radiation and a multitude of other dangerous and harmful elements and yes indeed, it handled all the bodies’ waste product by absorption and a form of recycling.

He then picked up a utility belt, placed it around his waist. Deciding that redundancy was always going to be a must, in case of lost, stolen or some need for an extra unit, attached two, flashlight Laser Weapons, two portable Magnetic Teleportation units, and two Holographic Phase Projectors, that would surround him with a Phased Hologram, that he could adjust to appear to others, in any manner of descriptions, he wished to adjust it to.

Harry then went to the computer console and input several beam-down and return to the bridge coordinates, for the Magnetic Teleportation units, then input, several additional adjustments for the Holographic Phase Projectors, the Environment and Atmospheric Pressure unit and Magnetic Shielding, that was built into the utility belt. These would give him variable adjustability to Environments, pressures and Magnetic Shielding. 'All in all, a really great set of tools and equipment.' Harry thought.

Satisfied he now had all his proverbial ducks in a row. He made those adjustments to one Holographic Phase Projector, to appear as he would look normally in his Hogwarts uniform, and proceeded to the Bridge.

Sitting in the Bridge chair, he took a moment to enjoyed the sensations of the Bridge chair adjusting again to his frame, and let out a small sigh of satisfaction, at how really comfortable this chair was. He place his hands once again on the console, this time he didn’t need to transfigure his hands as he now, knew how to manipulate the computers to accept, his normal hand configuration, in order to operate this Space Craft, with an expert ease.

He had a few minor annoyances to fix on Earth then he reckoned he would be off on an exciting and dangerous new adventure in Space and perhaps time as well.

He maneuvered his Spacecraft over the Hogwarts School and activated a Magnetic Cloaking Shield that would render his ship invisible, undetectable to radar and other Earth type sensors, including the Hogwarts wards. He wanted to collect his few Earthly belongings, say good bye to a few of his friends, rid Earth of the pest, "Voldemort" and be on his way. 'Just a bit of childish cleanup,’ he mused. He also realized that this seemed, meant to happen, according to that prophecy. As he certainly did have, a power this Dark Lord knew not.

By the time he was hovering over Hogwarts he had also realized he had not been gone for more than six or seven hours, as the train was not yet ready to leave and he had been abducted quite early that morning. So he might not have even been missed by anyone other than perhaps, Ron and Hermione.

He briefly gave thought to asking Ron and Hermione if they wanted to go on a great adventure with him, but thought better of that after he considered it for a bit. It wouldn’t be right taking either of them away from a loving family even if they believed him. He couldn’t think of anyone else that had so little to lose, so he resigned himself to taking off alone. In Harry’s case he had absolutely nothing to lose and no real reason to hang around this Corrupt, Bigoted Magical Society, which Britain had fostered, for centuries.

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Day 1: June 29, 1996: 12:11pm GMT

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Harry teleported onto the third floor and into Moaning Myrtles haunted washroom. Again, noticing that same whitish blue glowing, beam of light. He was a bit concerned that the teleport beam may have been responsible for his earlier groggy state, but soon realized the Aliens had, in the first beam up, induced a sedative effect, which was meant to keep him unconscious for a time, but had only made him groggy.

He peeked out the doorway and found no one around so ventured out. He had also realized he could now feel the Schools wards and found them odd, they seemed so primitive to him now. He made his way to Gryffindor tower, giving the password and entered to Ron and Hermione arguing about, you guessed it.

"Where could Harry be, he's not been seen for hours. Could he have been abducted by you-know-who?" Hermione Whispered to Ron just centimeters from his ear.

Harry walked in and started to laugh at the absurdity of Hermione’s statement. In view of the fact that he had indeed been abducted, but no one would believe him anyway.

So he just smiled and said, "Hi guys, where have you been all morning? I’ve been looking for you two, for hours."

He could barely keep himself from a belly laugh but managed to maintain a rather wide faced grin at Hermione’s exasperated expression. She started to say something but her mouth closed and opened, then closed and opened again, but not a sound squeezed out.

Harry walked up to his dorm room and quickly closed then locked the door for about 20 seconds, performed a bit of magic to pack his few Earthly belongings then teleported them to his ship. Quickly then, unlocking the door as they both tumbled into the room asking questions of Harry, at the same time.

Harry just ignored their questions and said he was going to talk to a few people before he left. Both, Ron and Hermione, looked at each other with that. . . "What does he mean". . . look on their faces and certainly sensed, something was off about Harry, but had no chance to quiz him further as he made his way out of the common room, and headed for McGonagall’s office.

As he was about to knock on the door it opened as Minerva was about to exit. Harry asked for a word with her in private and they went into her office. Harry placed some magic shielding and privacy wards on the door and room, and asked her for an oath of silence for what he was about the tell her.

After she reluctantly gave her oath and stared at Harry in her usual thin lipped, stern fashion. Harry explained that he now knew how he was going to rid the Magic world of Voldemort and that it would be finished by the end of the day, which she should be hearing about it, tonight or tomorrow. He then informed her, in no uncertain terms, he would not be returning to Hogwarts next year.

She of course, asked about this and gave warning about how he must finish his Magical education. Harry was adamant that he would not be returning and would speak of it, no further, but that she was not to worry about him that he would be just fine, that his future plans were already set in motion. He informed her that it was not very likely that she would be seeing him again, for some time anyway, and that this was probably, good bye.

She continued to prod him again and Harry just raised his hands, in that, stop talking motion, and said that he was going to finish the job that Albus seemed to think he was born to do, that when the job was finished, he would not be staying around this Corrupt, so called Pure Blood, Inbred, Bigoted, Illogical, Magical world, any longer than he had to.

He then told her to think of him as an "Extreme Traveler" who was going on an adventure to see some sights. He laughed at her tight lipped expression which just got tighter but he would say, no more. She didn’t like it one bit, but she was bound by her oath to say nothing about this conversation, and Harry left the room after surprising her with a big hug, leaving Minerva in a bit of astonishment, and something of a very testy mood.

Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Tower and had much of the same conversation with Ron and Hermione and pleaded with them to ask, no more questions. Gave them both big hugs and thanked them for being such good friends over the last six years and said his good byes to them as well. He turned away, leaving them in much the same, astonished and very testy frame of mind. He made his way around the room to those who were present and said his good byes to them as well, getting the weirdest looks from some of them as though they all seem to know, they would never see Harry again.

He peeled away from Gryffindor tower feeling a bit nostalgic at leaving, but pressed on anyway.

As he entered the third floor washroom again, he was just about to teleport to the ship when Dobby popped in front of him and asked.

"Is Harry Potter leaving for good now?"

"Harry Potter won’t be coming back, is that right, Harry Potter?"

Harry was momentarily stunned by Dobby's appearance, then had a brilliant idea, and asked. "Do you want to come with me Dobby and do you know where I am going?"

"Oh yes Harry Potter, Dobby really want to go with Harry Potter and Dobby does not care where Harry Potter going."

"Dobby knows that Harry Potter go very, very far away and might not ever return but Dobby really, really want to go anywhere, that Harry Potter be going now."

The statement came from Dobby in the most sincere look and vocal tone, Harry had ever seen or heard.

Harry asked, "Dobby if I told you we were going to travel a very long way into space, would you understand what I meant?"

Dobby replied with. "Dobby understands a little about, out there, and looked up as he said that, but Dobby want to go anywhere, that Harry Potter be going now."

"Dobby want to look after Harry Potter. Harry Potter must not go far away, alone. Harry Potter need Dobby, Sir."

Harry then said one more time. "Dobby it will just be the two of us for a very long time, I expect, are you really sure about this?"

And Dobby just bobbed his head up and down, ears flapping in unison with the quick motion of Dobby's head.

"Very well then, take hold of my hand and don’t let go, be prepared for a . . . big surprise!

As they both vanished from the girls’ washroom, teleporting to the ship.

As they landed on the bridge of the ship, Dobby's eyes got as big as pie plates, as he looked around his surroundings then blurted out. "What the Hell...?" "D...D...D..., "Dooess. . . Haarrry. . . Potttier. . . understand how to be working this machine, Sir?" As Dobby said that he too felt a moment of vertigo and seemed to sway a bit as he also had grabbed for the console to steady himself.

"Easy there Dobby, and yes, also, two things straight off, don’t touch anything until you too, understand what you are doing and secondly, please, please, just call me Harry, or you will drive me nuts, using my full name all the time. As of right now you are not bound to, or by, any house elf laws or Earth related laws, or rules, only to the rules of this ship and well. . . I guess . . . my rules, or in fact orders and those are the first two new rules or orders you will just have to get used to, OK. . . Dobby?"

"Yes Harry, Dobby understands and will obey Harry's orders." Dobby stood stiffly, at attention, when he said that.

"Dobby, do you understand that you are not a slave, but a friend, and as such I consider you as equal to me in every way except for perhaps my knowledge of this ship? However, if we are going to function well on this ship there can only be one person in charge and as I understand the ship, and I invited you along, with you accepting, that will have to be me. But you are not a slave; instead you are a crew member under my command. If I give you an order, you are to carry out that order, not as a slave but as an officer of this ship. Do you understand all that Dobby?"

Dobby gulped and tears ran from his big blue eyes as he spoke "Yes, Yes I do understand, I have watched some Muggle Tele and I understand the concept of ship command, Dobby is very happy to be under your command in such a situation and thank you, Harry, Sir."

"Excellent, Dobby, but I am surprised that you have watched Muggle Tele, I guess there is a lot about House elves I don't know or understand yet, perhaps, in time, you will teach me Dobby?"

"But now for a bit of clean up to render on this Planet before we venture off." Harry muttered.

"And what be that clean up, Harry?" Dobby asked, more sure of his position now.

"Ahh. . . that. Well . . . that would be removing Voldemort, as a threat to this world, once and for all." Harry Replied in a matter of fact, vocal tone.

Harry sat back in the control chair as Dobby watched every move Harry made. Harry maneuvered the ship using his minds eye connected through the computer interface, and through that damn link from his scar, to find old Voldy at what Harry suspected was the Riddle house, as he recognized the graveyard he had been in once before, projected on one of the transparent walls.

Once he found the "prick" he teleported him to the bridge, surrounding him with a Magnetic Force Field, and was sure he heard old Tommy boy, mutter; . . . "What The Hell...?" but before the self proclaimed Dark-Lord-Voldemort, knew what was happening, Harry had drained off almost every bit of his magic energy and stored it in a Magnetic containment field, then siphoning it off into a Magnetic storage container, for later disposal by teleporting it into the Suns Core. Then with the usual whitish blue flash, and a small bit of flourish, on Harry’s part, teleported this "prick" straight into a Ministry holding cell, on level nine of the British Ministry building..

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June 29, 1996: 1:01pm GMT:

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Harry asked Dobby to produce a parchment and quill, and then dictated a sizzling note. He then made four copies for delivery to The Daily Prophet, The Quibbler and the M.N.N. (Magical News Network) or better known as, The Wizards Wireless News (W.W.N). Which, like many things in the Magic World, that name, never made any sense to Harry as only one in two hundred Wizards or Witches, even knows what the hell a wire actually is.

Harry then teleported one of those notes straight onto Kingsley’s desk, which read.

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To The Magical World of the United Kingdom.

In care of.

The Daily Prophet

The Quibbler

The W.W.N. Or more properly named: "Magical News Network".

The Honorable: Kingsley Shacklebolt: British Auror.

And "Minister Of Magic".

Auror: Kingsley Shacklebolt and to the current and most recent "Minister of Magic."

You will find the self professed "Dark-Lord-Voldemort". . . (Whom the ever incompetent Fudge, prefers to believe, does not exist). . . in a Ministry holding cell, on level 9. I have devised a method of draining this menacing prick, of most of his Magic, permanently.

Put the creature that remains, on trial for his many crimes and lock the sick bastard in a dark cell, perhaps, with Fudge and Umbridge for company, under the influence of Dementors, for their punishments.

You must, I repeat, you must keep this sick bastard alive for as long as possible. I have found a way to lengthen his life span about thirty years or so. Since Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort is 70 years old this year, and he could normally live to be around 120-130 years old with the help of Magic.

I have left him with just enough Magic to sustain that normal wizard’s life span. This, in combination with the additional 30 years, gives him the possibility to live up to about 150+ years of age in order to serve his sentence before dieing of natural causes.

I did this because, I am, an eye for an eye believer, and old Voldemort has been a public menace for at least 30 years. However, be vigilant and watch out for a suicide on his part. I expect he will not take kindly to serving around 80 years in a dark cell with barely enough Magic to cast a Lumos spell.

Bare this in mind, carefully. He has managed to split his soul into seven Horcruxes, which I know of. When the thing that remains, dies, it is possible Voldemort could re-surface, a few years after that. Hunt down these Horcruxes and destroy them all!

I honestly doubt he will return, at least in any menacing way, as I permanently removed his Magic anyway. But don’t get complacent!

The rest of his demented followers, are up to you and the many Ministry Aurors to find and deal with. Start by actually looking for people, all around you, that bare his dark mark instead of pretending it doesn't exist.

Begin with Lucius Malfoy. He is the number one supporter of Voldemort. He also has a Dark Mark on his left forearm, obvious enough to blind a sixty foot Basilisk. And from what I understand, that mark has to be taken willingly! You might also look under the drawing room floor, at Malfoy Manner for Dark artifacts. He has or had a hidden chamber there. And find Peter Pettigrew (aka Wormtail). He is, in the true sense, a "rat," and very much alive.

Remove the self serving, current; "Minister of Magic!" Prosecute particularly, Dolores Jane Umbridge for sending two Dementors after me at Privet Drive in Surrey, two summers ago. For using a Blood Quill on me and other students at Hogwarts, when she turned the school upside-down with her insane Ministry Decrees, and for attempting to use an unforgivable curse on me, last year. Prosecute Fudge for his approval of her actions, and his past corruption and bribes, taken from Malfoy and others to look the other way, in support of their illegal activities over the past decades. Seek out the witnesses and Gringotts documentation, for all these crimes. The evidence is as plain as the Dark Mark on Malfoy's arm, if you people just look for it.

Just . . . Clean up your act!

If I should ever return here and find this kind of mess. By that I mean, this state of Corruption and Pure Blood Bigotry that currently exists in this British Magical World. I will permanently fix it myself, and you won't like my methods, or I will simply and permanently, remove it from existence.

That is an absolute promise, no threat intended, and I now have the power and willingness to do, just that!

I very easily removed Voldemort's Magic and can do the same individually or on a very large scale if you don't change the way you people think and act.

Your Justice system needs full checks and balances to ensure that only the guilty get punished and the innocent go free. Not the other way around, as you people have practiced for generations.

So . . . don't push me! You won't like the results!

I will no longer be a part of, or tolerate this, Magic Worlds, Bull Shit, Corruption and Pure Blood Bigotries.

Equalize the status of other Sentient, Intelligent, Magical Creatures. All! Of! Them!

Or I just may put them, in charge of you, and see how you like persecution when the proverbial shoe is on the other foot.

You would do well, by electing "Hermione Jean Granger" as your next; "Minister of Magic".

She is the smartest Witch, amongst all of you, to have surfaced in probably centuries.

Use "common sense" in your thinking and judgment. I have noticed in my six years amongst you, that only one in every two or three hundred of you even know what the Hell common sense is.

Look it up in a Muggle Dictionary for Merlin's Sake.

Clean up the state of Britain's Magical Society, Or else Forfeit all together. If I come back here at some future time and nothing has changed for the better. I will remove all the Magic from Witches and Wizards and put the Magical Creatures and other Sentient, Intelligent Species, in charge of you all. Or I will just remove all the Magic and simply say "the Hell with you all." Am I making myself clear and understood especially to you inbred, Bigoted, Pure Blood, Supremacist?

I repeat. Clean up your act, or else!

Don't bother to search for me, I will not be found or seen again, unless I deem it necessary or want to be found!

You can have a much better life if you all take the steps to some sort of enlightenment.

Best of luck to all.

I'm out a here.

Signed:

Harry James (got-ago) Potter - "Traveler Extreme"

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Harry chuckled at his quip "Traveler Extreme" then returned the ship to Earths Orbit.

"Dobby? We have a few more things we still have to do before we venture off on a new adventure, but I want to ask you one more time, if you still really want to go with me? Once we leave Earths Orbit it will be too late to change your mind. What do you say, Dobby?"

"Dobby really want to go on adventures with Harry, Sir."

"Dobby learn to function here to help any way Dobby can, Sir."

As Dobby reiterated his willingness to stay, his head was bobbing up and down, making his ears also flap up and down in an affirmative fashion while ringing his three fingered hands in a nervous fashion.

"We will have to find some way for you to access the computers using those three fingers, I guess?" Harry said, while looking at Dobby's hands.

"And that reminds me, I want to stock up on some Human, Earth food supplies and modify the nutrition center to either manufacture or at least, dispense those foods. I don't think I can stomach the current menu, for very long." Harry said, as he further mused, about modifying that damn toilet as well.

"We will remain here until we get all of these things working to our satisfaction."

"Dobby, please make a list so we don't forget anything important, include on that list a method of private or emergency communication with a couple of our friends here." Harry said, as he continued musing about coming to the rescue in an emergency situation.

Ok, what’s next," Harry mused.

"Ahh yes, I must name this ship as well." Several names ran through Harry's mind but it was Dobby that came up with just the right name.

"Would 'Capt. Potter' like to call his ship... 'The SOS-Potter' for "The Space Options Ship-Potter"... Capt. Sir?" Dobby said, with a military salute and a wide smile on his face.

Harry Laughed loudly, then repeated . . ."The SOS-Potter". . ."The Space Options Ship-Potter"

"That will do very nicely, indeed Dobby, but I also want to add a new nick name to myself just for laughs and something that I choose, rather than a name thrown on me by others."

"I will adopt the new nickname, for those in the know, as. . . (got-ago)-Potter."

"Please make a note for the ships Log, Dobby. Use a parchment until you have learned how to make the necessary entries in the ships computer logs."

Dobby snapped his fingers and quill and parchment appeared in the air in front of him, ready to take automatic dictation.

"Then, add this to the log, .Dobby."

"Captain - Harry James Potter" of the "SOS-Potter" standing for. . . "The Space Options Ship-Potter."

"Then add."

"Commander - Dobby...?' ("ahhh... ummm. . . do you have a second, or want a nickname, Dobby?")

"Commander. . .? Sir . . .?" Was Dobby's perplexed response.

"Yes indeed Dobby, you are my first official crew member and as of this moment, second in charge of this ship, do you have or want to choose a second or nickname, Dobby?" Harry said with a big smile.

"Well... Sir... then..., Commander (fix-it) Dobby can be fine, Capt. Sir." As Dobby split a full, ear to ear grin and saluted again.

Harry, laughing once again said. "Very well then, add Commander-(fix-it) Dobby as First Officer and second in command of The Space Options Ship-Potter. You really do have a strange sense of humor, Commander - (fix-it) Dobby . . . and . . . . Welcome on board, Commander."

Musing to himself about these nicknames, for a moment. . . (fix-it) and (got-ago) . . . just seemed so surreal. Harry thought.

For a moment he imagined, a ship to shore, communication with Dobby, about some ships problem preventing a beam up or other such emergency situation and thinking he could be saying . . . 'Commander fix-it! Just fix it now, and get me the Hell out of here, I got ago now, it won't keep any longer, and that's an order Commander fix-it! Just fix it now!’

Harry can barely control his Laughing at this possible, absurd, future situation.

Dobby noticed this musing by Harry and asked. "Capt. Sir. What does Capt. Potter find so very amusing Sir, can Dobby be having a good laugh too Sir?"

Harry spun his head around so fast there was an audible snap, and then he just said. "Ahh. . .Well. . . Commander, it was just some mind musing, you would have had to be there, to appreciate it Dobby. Actually I was musing about our chosen nick names and imagining a scenario where I was stuck on a planet with a broken Teleport module and was screaming at Commander fix-it to just fix it and get me out of there. That sort of musing, Dobby."

"Yes Dobby can see the humor of that Sir."

"What do we do next Capt.?" Dobby asked, anxious to get to work at something.

"Well, I think we eventually have to have you access the computer systems and properly interface with them, without it nearly killing you, as it nearly did to me. And on that I think I have a solution to that problem. Although I will have to repeat my earlier access as well as it was incomplete as I have missing bits of information."

"But first you need a tour, I think?" Harry said.

"So let us first take a ships tour, as I did, so you know where to find everything and I can point out some things I didn't know on my first journey through this craft."

"First, we are on the Bridge of this three deck craft. This is the bridge computer console interface, there are three round doors on this deck that enter this bridge, they are over there, there and that one there. First go over near one of them and see how they operate Dobby."

And Dobby did just that with wide eyed enthusiasm. As he approached the door it opened as usual, and Dobby made a mental note of its operation.

"Dobby, between each door are the transparent viewing walls. These walls have built in transmitting and receiving sensors which turn the walls into a sort of window, or may be a two way Tele screen is a better reference."

"Straight above the computer console where you see that large light fixture in the ceiling. That light slides down like a lift in a Muggle high-rise building to about twenty centimeters above the console, and a liquid ceramic type of material solidifies into a stairway for access to the air lock and docking port, above that ceiling. This is for Bridge docking with another ship or Craft, and perhaps others similar to this one, I think?"

"It also serves as an upper exit from this ship if we should ever have to land it for any reason. There is a sliding liquid ceramic platform that reaches from the inside of the outer airlock, up there above that light housing. We then enter the lift. When the housing or lift ascends again with a passenger inside it, we then enter the airlock. Then exit the outer airlock hatchway out on to the surface of the craft and either walk or move up and down the side of the craft to the ground level. This liquid Ceramic sort of, rolls out like a giant tongue, I suppose, and creates a stairway type extension or a ramp that can act like an escalator or some similar mechanism, moving up and down to the ground level is the best way to put it I guess."

"There are also eight telescoping support arms that lower from eight points under the main deck, for full ground support of the ship, again in the event we should ever need to land this craft on solid ground. But, I find it very unlikely we would ever have to actually land this craft as we can hover undetected just above ground level or any other altitude, in most situations and teleport in and out of the ship, as the need arises. Do you understand all of that so far Dobby?"

"Yes Sir Capt., Dobby gets it, Sir."

"Well there is not much else to tell you about the Bridge as yet, so let us investigate the power source next then. I think this just might scare the ears off you, Commander." And Harry laughed while Dobby grabbed hold of both his ears.

Just before they left the Bridge Harry remembered he was still projecting his usual Hogwarts clothing and turned off the projector field.

Dobby jumped a bit startled by Harry's sudden appearance change, and just squeaked out. "Yowwzer. . ., Sir? What be that green thing Harry is wearing Sir?"

"Ahhh. . . that. . .! We will get to that a bit later, but it is an environment suit, and I've got one just for you as well." Harry said with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

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Proceeding through one of the Bridge doors, and over to the ladders, then descending two levels, they came out on the narrow corridor surrounding the Magnetic Current Anti-Gravity Field Propulsion Matrix. Entering the small access chamber and moving over to one of the floor mounted iris, access ports.

They both approached as the iris port opened and exposed the chamber once again. They both lowered their heads through the access port and Harry pointed out the various accouterments connected to the matrix and explained, to a more detailed degree, how the matrix actually worked.

Harry explained that the three long cylinders hanging down were able to move to any position in the chamber by pivoting on several pivot points. He then described in which configuration these cylinders would be in, for different flight scenarios.

Harry continued. "For example, if we are traveling in the saucer configuration through an atmosphere or liquid, these three cylinders would form a wide triangular, tripod shape, pointing down, but to the sides, and the entire assembly would rotate according to flight dynamics such as speed, altitude etc., using the planetary gravity for propulsion which is all controlled from the Bridge."

He then went on to explain. "If we are traveling in the sub-light or Hyper-Space and also in the Sub-Space and worm-hole configurations, we travel in the Bridge forward position and these cylinders conform to, or modify the Space Gravity, actually catching and dispersing, or more accurately, a push and pull on that Space Gravity, also known by Earth Science as "Dark Matter" by, unidirectional displacements. This allows this ship to travel very, very fast in different configurations." Harry had to stop a moment and catch his breath, then took another deep breath and continued, while Dobby just listened, with ears perked up at full attention.

"In the terms known to Earth Science, Sub-light speed is any speed under one light speed. In metric units, the speed of light represented by the letter c is exactly 299,792,458 meters per second or (1,079,252,848.8 Kilometers per hour). In imperial units, the speed of light is about 670,616,629.2 miles per hour or 983,571,056 feet per second, which is about 186,282.397 miles per second, or roughly one foot per nanosecond."

Harry, after inhaling another deep breath, continued with. "Hyper-Space is any speed above light speed up to a factor of 10. There is an effect on time when using this method, but by making certain adjustments, while traveling, that effect can mostly be compensated for.

Using Sub-Space worm Holes allows this ship to essentially bend space to shorten the distance between two points. This is the fastest method of getting from one point in space to another, but is only at its peek efficiency for very, very long distances and time is not usually affected in the same way Hyper-Space travel is. Ok Dobby do you understand any of that?"

"Dobby is not sure, Sir. Dobby is a bit dizzy from the field effect and all those numbers rolling around in my head, but Dobby thinks I understands the general idea, Capt. Sir." Dobby said with a bit of a head shake, sort of both up and down and back and forth at the same time.

Harry laughed a bit at that, and simply said. "Dobby, once we hook you up to the computers, this will all seem like child's play, I hope?" Was Harry's answer while his thumb and index finger, was rubbing his chin.

"The bottom of this chamber also acts as a Combined Solar Collector & Magnetic Current Bounce Back Field Matrix. But perhaps equally as important, is capable of generating and firing a Magnetic Current displacement field to act as a Primary Weapon. This weapon is capable of great destruction if used in that manner, or if the need ever arises. Those numerous Bounce Back Collector Nodes, on the bottom of the Magnetic Current converters and Field Discharge Spheres, can funnel Magnetic Current Energy to eight external firing ports on the outer hull surrounding the ship, and dispersing or firing like that of the hand held three phase digger weapon, like this one, as Harry showed Dobby one of the Flashlight like Digger Weapons, attached to his utility belt. Which Harry had renamed from the Aliens word for it, which was "Pintka," which originally got its name from the disintegrator setting which was often used to dig through rocks and other very hard materials." Harry said while taking another deep breath.

"That's all I need to show you now, you will better understand all of this once the computers have integrated this information, directly into your brain, ok Commander?" Harry asked again.

"Yes Sir Capt., Dobby gets it, it's not nearly as bad, as yous made it out to be Sir." Dobby said while shaking and rolling his head a bit with a huge smile, while checking to be sure his ears were still attached.

"Oh. . . wait until you see the toilets, you get to be the first to try one out, Dobby." Harry said with a cheeky grin, hidden inside a smirk.

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Proceeding out of this power plant and ascending the ladder once again, coming out on the main deck just out side the Nutrition and Recycling rooms. Harry decided to start where; he had started, in his first unofficial tour, and backtracked down the corridor to the Medical bay and entered it first.

"This is where I first arrived in this place Dobby. I was abducted very early this morning by those three Aliens, lying there on the floor. I was secured to that examination table, I guess, assumed by these Aliens, to be unconscious and in my panicked state of mind, my magic went wild and inadvertently, killed these three creatures. I then staggered around a bit, looking this place over and making some observations about them. I suppose it is time to remove these Aliens before they start to stink up the place." Harry stated in a matter of fact tone.

Harry then took out one of his Digger Weapons and set the rotating cylinder at the front end, to the third or disintegrator setting and pointed it at one of these Aliens. Pushing the trigger button he watched as the disintegrator beam struck one of the Aliens and was momentarily mesmerized, as the Alien slowly, shimmered a bit and disappeared into nothingness. He repeated this action on the other two of them, to the same result. After they had disappeared Harry made note of the fact that there was no trace that they had ever been there, not even a residual matter trace, left on the floor. "Humm. . . well. . . a complete disintegration then." Harry mused out loud.

"Wowzer, that's some new kind of wand, Harry, is that the digger weapon, you showed me, a bit ago?" Dobby squeaked out.

"Yes indeed it is Commander; we will get to that when we see the tool room. That's also the room you will find your new environment suit, although, I wonder if we will have to manufacture a special one for you to fit properly into. Although I suppose not, since these suits seem to fit those smaller Aliens just fine and I had no problem with it conforming to fit me as well . . . ummm . . . hummm . . .Dobby, can I ask you a personal question, since I have no real idea of how an elf does this?"

"Yes Sir, Harry ask away." Dobby beamed at Harry thinking he knew just what Harry was going to ask him.

"Ummm. . . How do you go to the toilet, is it much the same as we do it or is there some Magic method you use or whatever?" Harry's face turned a bit red at the question he was asking, but he stood his ground anyway.

Dobby actually smiled, then said. "Well Capt. We has much the same kind of equipment that yous do Sir, just a bit smaller and male elves has there bits tucked inside, Dobby stated."

Harry smiled and said, "Good, good Dobby, I can't wait to see your reaction to putting the suit on for the first time, it was quite an experience for me, I tell you!" Harry once again turned as red as a tomato at the remembered incident.

"Ok, onward then, this is the Medical bay, obviously. Over there are the main Medical computers with a vast knowledge base that these Aliens have collected from all over the Galaxy and Merlin knows, wherever else. That's seems to be pretty much all I can say about this room, so let us move onto the nutrition room then."

Harry chewed his bottom lip as they approached this room remembering it seemed so very empty on his last inspection of it.

"Entering once again, he walked over to the dispensing computer and this time he could read the symbols on the wall above the console. Although he could read them now they made little more sense to him now than they did before as he had no reference point to compare them with Earth foods. Pointing at one of the symbols he said. "Ummmm. . . this one says "Geebels," whatever that means. And this one says "Wipits". From his earlier experience the only one he could make sense of, was the water, whose symbol said "Tappin". "Ok Dobby, the only one I can translate is the one for water, that is the symbol for water and the word, it sounds to me like "Tappin". "Press that button and see what will happen, Dobby?"

Dobby pressed it and again, nothing happened.

"Ok!" Harry said. "I wanted to see if you got the same response from it that I did, my first try." Harry then pressed his Human finger on the symbol and a few seconds later a container of water, once again appeared, not having to transfigure his hand this time. Then Harry pressed the symbol for the horrible tasting purple one and asked Dobby to taste it and give his opinion on what he thought.

Dobby made a face at it after he tasted it and said. "Dobby thinks it taste like gravel and dirty oil Sir!"

"Ahhh. . . ok that was pretty much what I thought as well Dobby. Ok let’s try this one then." And Harry pressed the symbol for the orange one and asked Dobby to repeat the taste test.

A bit more reluctant now, but Dobby took the plunge anyway. After all it was a Capt.'s order. "Ummm. . . ohhh . . . much better Sir, sort of burnt toast with apple and some pepper, Dobby thinks, Sir?"

"Ok. . . again pretty much what I thought also. But perhaps you can transfigure it to something more palatable for both of us, give it a try, Dobby?"

Then Dobby's Magic went to work on it and transfigured it into a nice looking chocolate cake. They both had a taste of that and were quite happy that it had worked. Since neither of them had anything to eat for some time they decided to sit at one of the tables, pulling one of the chairs over to that table and proceeded to devour that chocolate cake.

With a mouth full and scarping it down while simultaneously trying to eat and talk at the same time, Harry tried a little too hard, to say. "Ah weally meeded dat pit opf gugar toes pekpp wme upd!" After he had managed to swallow that last mouthful, Harry said. "Ahh. . . thank you Commander, that was really good and did I ever need that!"

"Your very welcome, Capt. Potter, Sir." Dobby reiterated the formal jargon as well.

"Well, I think this room needs a little more investigating. I was concerned that this room seemed, too large and empty for just three Aliens to sit back to back, while consuming their nutrition." Harry said.

Harry got up and walked around the room a couple of times, looking at the walls and floor in particular and trying to remember if the download of information, had imparted any info on this room, and decided it was a part of some still missing info that didn't make the trip in the first download interface, he had nearly killed himself with.

He went over to the right side wall and moved the table out into the middle of the room and felt along the wall for some hidden panel, switches, buttons or something. But found nothing useful along the walls. But below him on the floor was a hidden indentation. "Ahhh. . . there is something here?" he said out to Dobby, who was doing much the same on the other side of the room.

Harry pushed a bit on a part of the floor where this indentation was, when a part of the floor slid back into the inside and under the floor, exposing what Harry thought was some sort of cooking machine that popped up on a scissors like assembly, from under the floor, and looked sort of like a microwave oven. Harry figuring it was probably not a microwave but more likely a Magnetic Current, cooking device.

It seemed to Harry that everything about this craft was based on this Electric and Magnetic Current combined technology. Harry had heard the term Magnetic Current somewhere before but still had not been able to put his proverbial finger on just where he had heard, or read about this. But it was certainly like nothing any Earth technology was capable of, currently, so to speak, pardon the pun, he thought to himself as he chuckled a bit at his quip again.

It had a compartment like that of a regular oven about one meter square, inside. Big enough to cook about seven good sized turkeys in it Harry thought and assuming it was a cooking device. He needed to get back into that computer chair and get the rest of the download info soon, rather than stumbling around, guessing at what things were for, and potentially making a huge mistake, blowing both of them up in a state of ignorant, bumbling about.

"Ok, Commander, look for more of these indentations on the floor and open any you find and we will try and figure out what they do."

So Dobby did just that finding several more of these, and out popped three more box type devices that Harry had actually recognized what they were, as this info had made the trip in the first download.

"Dobby, can you guess what these three devices are?" He asked with a big smile to show for his understanding of these.

"Ummm. . . my first best guess woulds be some sort of coffins Sir, but it seem a strange place for coffins. Apart from that, I has not a clue, Sir?"

"Ahhh. . .my friend Dobby, it is the answer to our food problem and on a very long time scale, as well." Harry answered with a knowing smirk imbedded behind a stifled smile.

"Huahh. . .how's that Sir?"

"Well. . . Dobby. . . these are stasis chambers, no doubt using a form of Magnetic Current frequency folding, Stasis Field Technology. I recognize what they are but don't yet know exactly how they work. Only that inside these chambers there is a quantum probability of zero, that is, no passage of time, that is, time stands still for whatever is inside these chambers, that is, movement through time does not exist, therefore a quantum probability of zero, exists inside these chambers, while time for us, out side these stasis chambers, resumes at its normal pace. Did you get that Dobby?"

"Sir. . . could yous not have just said, they was freezers, instead of the double talk. If yous keep doing that to Dobby Sir, Dobby be giving Capt. Potter a tail or worse! Sir!" Dobby smirked out.

"Wowa. . . OK, OK, Dobby, no tail, please! I promise I will be good!" Harry backed away with both hands up in a defensive posture while both of them smiling at the thought of Dobby giving his Capt. a tail, for being cheeky to his Commander and thinking that would be one of those, (fix-its), Dobby would be getting famous for alright.

"Well. . .shall we move on then Commander?" Harry asked now holding both hands over his buttocks afraid Dobby might just throw a tail on him when his back was turned.

"After you, Sir." Dobby said with a cheeky smirk trying to double as a serious look.

"Ummmm. . .Ok Dobby you first, and just make a left in the corridor and enter the next room, just down there. . .ok?" Harry was still protecting his delicate backside not entirely sure he could turn his back on the elf now.

Dobby just huffed as he made his way out of the nutrition room and left down the corridor to the recycling and processing room.

Entering he stepped aside and just waited for Capt. Potter to work up the nerve to follow him.

As Harry entered he said, "Ummmm . . . just how detailed do you consider ok, without too much double talk. I really don't want a tail Dobby, but I really don't know how to make this not seem like, what you call double talk?"

"Oh come ons Capt. does yous really think that Commander (fix-it) Dobby, woulds give his Capt. a tail? Sir?"

"Ummm . . . mmm . . . mmm . . . in a word! Yes!" Harry smiling, but a defensive smile none the less.

Dobby just smirked at him and gestured with his three fingered hand for Harry to continue the tour.

"Ummm. . . mmm . . . mmm . . . ok then, this is the processing and recycling room, and it is also for manufacturing anything we might need, like replacement digger weapons, environment suits or just about anything else we can input a matrix to the computer for it to manufacture. Those two units on the far wall, the green and blue ones with the control and the receptor plate on it, are for fine adjustments and the left one is for the manufactured item to materialize using a combination of matter enhancement and teleportation, or more simply put, materializing the product through matter transmutation and teleportation technology." Then Harry backed up a pace or two with both hands on his bum again.

"Capt. what woulds be making you thinks that a tail must always be in the place you is protecting yourself, Sir?" Dobby said trying really hard not to break out laughing at his Capt.'s whitening face.

"Ok. . .Ok. . . you have had your bit of fun at my expense, now I'm putting a stop to it. That is an order Commander (fix-it) Dobby. I can't go around protecting strange parts of my body all the time worrying about you throwing a tail on me in some strange place, ok. . . Commander?" Harry said in his best, stern Capt.'s demeanor.

"Ahhh. . . you is no fun at all Capt. Sir! But Commander Dobby promise not to put a tail on Capt. Potter unless yous really, really deserves it Sir. Is that make yous feels better, Sir?" Dobby said, standing at full attention while saluting again.

"Ummm. . . mmm. . . mmm. . . NO. . . but I guess it will just have to do then." Harry said removing his protecting hands and continued the dialog tour of the recycling parts of this room.

"The three right units are for recycling ships waist products like disposed of foods and crew waist, from toilet and sonic showers, dust, bodily oils etc. The three left units are for air and water recycling and processing. All of these products go through an extensive magnetic cleaning, refining and purifying process, that the end product is as pure as it could possibly get. I know it sounds a bit disgusting in a way but, the processing is so clean in the end it is purer and less harmful than any natural foods or water you could find on Earth." Harry took another deep breath and continued.

"I noticed when we were in the food room that the water container and the other two containers that I had produced earlier for taste testing, were gone when we entered the room. That is because the ships internal sensors detected, after a time that it was an organic waste product and recycled the whole thing including the containers, which are a by-product, of the recycling process and also organic in nature. It’s very efficient actually, and no dishes to do or after meal cleanups, etc. You just leave it there and a short time later the ship removes the waste by internal teleportation, straight into the recycling processors." And Harry needed another deep breath.

"Ok on to the crew quarters now." Harry said, while trying to hold back his internal smirk and maintain a professional Capt.'s demeanor.

Entering the first crew quarters, Harry pointed out the Anti-Gravity Sleeping & Regeneration Chamber in its vertical positioning. "Ok Commander give that a try. There is a button on the inside to open the sliding door when you are ready to exit. The chamber removes the gravity after the door is closed, so don't be alarmed by the feeling of weightlessness." Harry reiterated for Dobby's benefit.

Dobby entered and closed the door and could be heard saying. "Wow Weezer, Dobby be enjoying this place Sir!"

"Ok Dobby, come on out now."

"But Dobby be having too much fun in here Sir. Can Dobby be staying in here a little longer Sir?"

"Plenty of time for that later Commander, come on now, check this out." Harry said with a cheeky smile.

Dobby reluctantly exited the chamber and stumbled a bit over to the other sliding door in the far corner.

"This is the crew toilet facility; waist is removed in the same way the food and other waste is removed. After we deposit our bodies waste, in that, it is automatically removed after a time. Give it a try Dobby I will wait over here for you."

"Yes Sir, Capt. Sir. Dobby been needing to go for some time now." When Dobby entered the toilet the transparent enclosure turned opaque and Harry could not see through the enclosure any more, but he could here Dobby plain enough. He was making a sound like he was riding a bucking bronco horse.

"Weee. . .youzer . . .weeeee. . . yipeeee. . . youzer . . . youzer . . .weeeee. . . yipeeee. . . youzer . . " After a few minutes Dobby exited the toilet with a spin, and just a bit dizzy saying. "Capt. Sir, yous really gots to trys that Sir. Its be one of the wildest rides Ises ever be on sir, Great fun, Sir."

Harry just had a seriously perplexed look on his face at how Dobby seems to think it was some sort of fair ground ride. Harry just shook his head in utter amazement at this elf's flexibility to adjust to the strangest and most unusual situations.

"Well. . . Dobby, that was fun for you was it?"

"Ohh. . . yessireee, Sir, great fun, Capt. Sir, has not tried that yet?"

"No Commander, I have been avoiding that thing, it scares the goose bumps, right off my arms. Anyway, we need to move on now. The next two rooms are the same as this one and you can have this room as your quarters, if you want, Dobby? Mine will be the third one and for now we will leave the middle one as a reserve or spare, for the time being anyway." Harry said.

"Ohhh. . .yesiree, Capt. Sir, I wills be very happy to having that room as Dobby's very own playing room. Thank you Capt. Sir." Dobby said all excited again.

Harry just shook his head again and proceeded down the corridor past the other two crew quarters and pointed out to Dobby which door was the entrance to his quarters.

Entering the tool room Harry once again began to smirk at the thought that Dobby might not find the Environment suit quite as much fun, then, on the other hand who knows with this elf, what he may make of it, or what the hell might happen when he tries it on? Harry mused again to himself.

They approached the end table where the Digger Weapons and the Utility belts were. This time Harry started with the Environment suit explaining its function on waste removal and recycling and the protection this suit had to offer against a number of dangers and suggested he needed to put it on and that he would ware it at all or most of the time from now on. He pointed out the Environment, Pressure and Magnetic Current Shielding controls on the utility belt and told Dobby that they worked together with the suit and he could work in a vacuum or in the Power Chamber if needed, that the suit it self would deflect Magnetic energy around him so as to not affect him like it did earlier when they were in the Power Chamber.

He stood back trying to maintain that, Captains professional demeanor, again while Dobby put this suit on. Dobby slipped this suit on as though he was born to it, with out any reaction the likes of which Harry had experienced, and poor Harry was just not having any fun with this.

Now, since we know that Dobby is something of a mind reader when it comes to Harry and his, unknown to Harry, bond with him, Dobby decided to have a bit of fun at Harry's expense again.

A few seconds after Dobby had the suit on he started to vibrate and fell to the floor holding his bits and rolling about the floor making more of those squeaking sounds he had earlier in the toilet, like he was on a great fair ground ride. He kept this up until Harry could not hold back his laughter and was equally on the floor holding his sides from splitting, from his surprised and out of control laughter.

Then Dobby just stood up calm as could be and said while pointing at Harry, "Whats you laughing at, you think this is funny dos you!" And then threw that Magic tail on Harry in the most stern Demeanor, Dobby could manage. Then stood there with his little arms crossed, and an equally cross, look on his face.

"Yikes. . .Geeebies . . . Krikers. . .get this thing off me Dobby, I'm sorry I laughed at you, but I just couldn't help myself. That's an order (fix-it) fix it now Dobby, ouch, that thing hurts!" Harry, not laughing any more and hopping around trying not to step on his new tail which was snaked down the inside of his left leg, coming out the bottom and stretching the environment suit to accommodate the new tail, then extending about one meter on the floor.

"Say it again, you is sorry!" Still holding that stern and rather cross look on his face.

"Yes. . . Geeebies. . .yes, yes, I am sorry Dobby, please, please, fix it Dobby, now, please!" Harry managed to scream out.

Then Dobby having had his fun, removed the tail and fell to the floor laughing, the likes of which Harry had never seen or would have believed an elf could laugh, or carry on.

Harry just sat there catching his breath and looking very perplexed at this Elf, wondering just what the hell he had gotten himself into.

Then Dobby, having finished with his laugh and little prank on his Captain, stood and pointed at Harry and simply said. "Thats will teach yous not to try and pulls ones over on this Elf, Capt. Sir!" And laughed again then said. "Dobby has a bonds with Harry Potter and can, to some degrees reads your thoughts, Sir. I just had to get even with yous for trying to get ones over on Dobby, several times today, already. And Dobby promised he woulds not give yous a tail unless yous deserve it, Sir. And Dobby thinks yous deserve it, that time Sir. Is Dobby be forgiven Sir?"

"Bloody Hell Dobby . . . you sure know how to prank me. But I as, Capt. Harry James Potter forbid you from ever, I mean ever, giving me a tail again, no matter what. Krikers , or it will be 30 days in the brig for you. That was not a fun experience at all Dobby, but, as you have said a few times today, I gets it, Sir." Then smiled down at his little frightening, friend. Then Harry asked him. "That business in the toilet, you were having me on that time too, weren't you Dobby?"

"Yes Sir, I was having you on Sir. But yous really do have to try that thing sir, it is not as bad as yous think and I promise it will not eats you, Sir. And does we have a brig, Sir?" Dobby said with a big, rather suspicious smile on that innocent looking face.

"I'll make one if I have to, Commander." Harry said, with an equally innocent smile.

"No Sir. That wills not be necessary, Capt. Sir." Was Dobby's, equally innocent response.

"Ok Dobby this is the last room, the Information and mapping room which does many other things as well. This is where you will interface with the computers for the Brain download of the ships functions etc. But first I need to make some adjustments, take in some missing information and maybe alter the way this computer operates. Just hang in over there for a bit Dobby while I work with this." Harry said and went to sit in that comfy computer chair again.

Harry placed his hands on the interface and began his manipulations. First he needed to complete the download, he was ejected from earlier. When he was satisfied he had been properly downloaded to. He place a lock out on the system so an accident like he had, could not happen again. The interface would just go inert if someone unauthorized attempted a down load like that. He then configured the computer to down load in a slower fashion for Dobby. It was then that he realized he could reprogram some of the ships systems to accommodate a more human like crew and the very first thing he did was reprogram his Captains quarters for two things, to alter the structure of the toilet and to manufacture a standard sectional couch and office desk for his quarters to give the place a more human touch and accessibility. He didn't want to be confined to that sleeping chamber all the time and new he would be more comfortable with a homier feel.

He told Dobby to sit down in the chair and take in his download of ships information and that it would take some time to complete as he slowed it down so the system would not hurt him. He had Dobby transfigure one of his hands to what looked like the Aliens hand and then placed it on one of the pads and then Harry placed one of his hands on the other pad and the down load began. At the same time Harry nudged Dobby over a bit and sat beside him in the computer chair then the chair widened to accommodate the new size and mass.

After around 15 minutes, Dobby's download was complete and he now had the same information and understanding of the ship, and a new out look on the universe.

Harry just watched Dobby for a few minutes, worried it may have harmed him. As he watched Dobby's face it seemed to change, with a form of enlightenment.

Dobby turned to look at Harry with big blue and much brighter eyes, and said. "Harry, are you aware that using the Hyper-Space protocols, and adjusting the negative Magnetic flux, and associated tangibility equations, we are able to travel backwards in time? By the same method, adjusting the Positive Magnetic flux and associated equations, we are also able to move forward in time. There are restrictions on the Magnetic flux matrix adjustments, on the order of 10 to the 42nd power, but it is still, possible. That won't allow us to be pin point accurate to an exact date, but we can arrive with a margin of approximately, between 5 and 30 Earth days, to a planned destination in time, either way, Sir?"

As Dobby was informing Harry of the Hyper-Space theory of time travel, Harry was formatting that same information in his mind, and said. "Yes Commander, as you were informing me of that information, it also came to the front of my thoughts as well." Then Harry continued saying. "It is also theoretically possible using the sling-shot type of effect around a Singularity, or by operating at a speed of 1.1 light speed or higher or .1+ above light speed, using Hyper-Space by orbiting the Earth, in this case, and for a negative time jump, in the reverse rotation of the planet, with one rotation subtracting one Earth day and visa versa in the positive or same rotation of the planet. This theory and principle can apply to any planet, System Star, or Singularity like Black or White holes. There is a similar theoretical principle, for using Dark Matter, to achieve the same effect, but I have no intention of jumping about in time, unless it is an emergency of some kind." Then Harry took another deep breath and they both fell to the floor laughing, at each others, new understanding of the universe and of the ships capabilities.

After collecting them selves, Harry looked at the new and improved Dobby and said. "I think that download really tuned us both up a lot, eh Dobby?"

"Oh yes Sir, I feel like a whole new person, I am stronger in my magic as well as my mind, Capt. " Dobby said with no more chopped up or mangled, language speaking difficulties, then continued. "I understand the ships functions now and everything you explained to me earlier as well as a few things you didn't mention. I also have an idea for a portable communications, ear piece that we will need and I know you want to have one or two contacts on Earth, for emergency communications as well. Am I right in thinking you are having Fred and George in mind as those Planet side contacts, Capt.?"

"Yes indeed, I think they are the best for this as they are located right in the heart of the Magic community and have, eyes and ears to just about anything that could happen down there. Get started on the ear piece, com links, and for the twins, I think two medallions like a Galleon, with a press to record a message, and send button on one, in red for Fred and one in Blue for George. They must be made to explode if tampered with and to disintegrate if out side a 2 meter distance from their owners. They won't tamper with or try to take them apart, if they know it will explode, eliminating anything within a 20 meter circumference and they won't let them out of their sight or for that matter away from around their necks, if they know they will lose them, by disintegration if they get careless." Harry stated.

Then Dobby asked. "Harry, are you going to tell them about this ship?"

"NO. . . no way, as far as anyone on Earth needs to know, is that I am just traveling and sight seeing which will be the truth, just not the whole truth, and make Fred and George's Galleon type medallions, strictly record a message then send and receive a message from me. I don't think we need to have direct, real time voice links, with anyone but ships crew, and right now that is just the two of us. Also, under no circumstances is anyone allowed on this ship without my direct authorization or is anyone to know anything about this ship and the ship is to remain in full shielded stealth mode at all times. Those are a full standing, Captains Orders." Harry said in a matter of fact, Captains demeanor.

"Aye aye, Capt. Potter, I'll get started on all four units right away Sir."

Dobby then worked the computer with both his hands and programmed the two com links for him and Harry then programmed the computer to manufacture all four items. After he finished that task they both went to the recycling/manufacturing facility and collected the units. Dobby explained that Harry's operated by tapping the ear piece once to activate the two way or duplex voice feature and that he only needed to tap it a second time to deactivate the transmitter and it would stay in the receive mode full time.

Dobby's had a slightly different shape but generally operated in the same way. Then they tested the units and were satisfied with them. Dobby went on to explain how they actually worked by transmitting a vibration through the jaw bone, and the com unit ear piece translated that vibration into voice. He then stated that the distance was on the order of about one million kilometers. He stated it was basically a ship to shore com link, assuming the ship maintained a standard one thousand kilometer orbit and that the extra distance was just a large margin for error factor, big enough to transmit and receive if they were nearly three to four times the distance, as the Earth to the Moon was. Harry made a flippant comment about how that was a rather large margin for error.

Dobby just said. "It’s always better to be safe than sorry. I can, if you prefer, Harry, increase that distance up to a factor of 10 squared, and still maintain efficiency as the crew com links use the Hyper Space communication channels, Sir." And Dobby produced a cheeky grin. "The units for Fred and George have a much longer range. They use the Very, Very Long Range Dynamic Magnetic Current, Multi-Sub-Dimensional Pulse Communication Channels to transmit and receive recorded messages, Sir."

"Thank you Dobby, I think they will be just fine, as is." Harry shook his head at the new improved Dobby. Then thought of something else they had yet to try, and asked. "Dobby, you have not tried popping within the ship yet, that I know of, so give it a try and see if you can get around in here using your unique popping ability?"

And Dobby disappeared with no audible crack this time and popped back in a