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A/N: Hello! Don't worry, I'm still writing the other stories, I just decided to write something different to help me get back into the mood, plus thanks to iso I've been watching marvel films, and lets just say that Guardians of the Galaxy helped to inspire this. Please fav, follow and review!

Chapter 1

Hogwarts

The students had all gone home, and most of the staff had left to spend their holidays relaxing – or at least, as much relaxing that you could do while you're at war.

The castle itself was dark – all except for one room.

An old man was sat writing on a piece of paper, working within the small amount of light that the single candle on the desk provided. The room was quiet except for the gentle whirring of the various gadgets and devices that were spread out throughout the room and the snoring from some of the portraits on the walls.

Albus Dumbledore was tired. The Second Blood War was taking its toll on him. Being the designated Leader of the Light, it was expected of him to continue to lead the fight against the Dark for as long as he could. And he had. It didn't stop him from being tired.

Ten long years. That was how long the Second Blood War had been going. They hadn't been ready for it. Dumbledore had thought that they would have more time, brought up another generation that would be ready to help defend the Wizarding and Muggle world, but Voldemort had been crafty.

Dumbledore hadn't expected Voldemort to come back, not in the way he had. While the ritual he used was what Dumbledore expected, but what he hadn't expected was that Voldemort had used a different person for the key ingredient. The key ingredient that he had expected Voldemort to wait for and try to use was the one who had taken him down. Instead, he had taken another student and used them instead, claiming when he had revealed his presence in the world of the living again that he still had special plans for Harry Potter when he finally found where they had hidden him away.

Of course, Voldemort didn't know the truth. None of them did except for Dumbledore.

Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived and who, to the public, was hidden away by the Light and was currently in training to fight Voldemort, had actually been missing for around twenty years. Dumbledore had initially placed him with his relatives, with protections that were unparalleled, knowing that he would be safe there until he had to come to Hogwarts, and would remain safe while learning at the school.

However, that plan had been ruined when, on the day of Harry's fourth birthday, he had awoken to find the blood wards had collapsed. When he had arrived at 4 Privet Drive, he was surprised to see that the house wasn't damaged at all. In fact, upon questioning the family, he had discovered that the boy had been there the night before, but when they had woken up, they had discovered that he was missing.

That had led to an exhaustive, but very discreet and quiet, search for the young boy. He'd searched everywhere, both in the magical world and the muggle world. However, he had simply vanished, the only indication that Harry was alive was the Hogwarts admission book, which, since his name was still written, showed he was alive. Other than that, Harry Potter had, literally overnight, disappeared completely.

Owls had been unable to deliver mail to him, point me spells had just simply spun in his palm, and no matter what type of obscure magic he had tried nothing could show him where Harry Potter resided.

Dumbledore got up from his desk and looked out over the moonlit grounds. He sighed. "Oh Harry, where are you?"

Elsewhere

All in all, it had been a pretty regular, normal day for Harry.

He had woken up, had breakfast with his girlfriend Hermione, downloaded updates for his CyberOptics eye, taken on a new job for the day, gotten to the location, found where the job was and just been thrown into a pillar by an inter-dimensional planet eating monster.

All in all, a pretty standard, regular day.

Harry groaned as he rolled over, looking to see Hermione up on a platform firing at the being. While the shots weren't really harming the creature, it was keeping it distracted from its main goal of getting to the core of the planet and eating it. While normal planets wouldn't necessarily be destroyed by having its core eaten, the way the being ate the core meant that the entire planet would scorch and crumble, killing everything on it.

Harry got up and ran forward, dodging the tentacles that it shot at him. He fired a few shots as well, keeping it distracted as he looked for a weak spot. He ran towards the wall, activating his mag-boots and jumped onto the wall, running up it and landing next to Hermione. "Got any plans?"

Hermione fired and ducked down as a tentacle hit the wall above her head. She tilted her head from side to side, which told Harry that she had an idea. "Need me to keep it distracted?" She nodded and he smirked. "Easy"

He stood up and vaulted over the railing, firing as he fell. The being noticed him and flicked another tentacle at him. Harry waited until it was close before bringing a shield up, using the momentum of the tentacle hitting the shield to throw himself to the side. Rolling as he landed, he immediately got up and started firing again, moving around the being as he did so.

The being roared, clearly getting frustrated with not being able to hit or kill him. More tentacles were fired at Harry, but thanks to the use of energy shields and his mag-boots, Harry was able to evade all its attacks.

His luck ran out, as the being decided that it would use all its tentacles to attack. Luckily, it was only a small hit, leaving him winded. He got up to see the being above him, and he lifted his gun to fire.

Before he could, rounds hit the creature in the back of the head, and it turned to look at Hermione. It snarled as it turned fully to her and threw its tentacles at her. She turned, ran and jumped off the wall behind her, launching herself over the tentacles and landing on its head. She dropped a bit and Harry watched as she punched through the underneath of its jaw. Before he could react, the bomb that she had held in her hand exploded, ripping through its head and throwing her through the wall.

Harry got up and slowly crept over, keeping the rifle trained on what was left of the being's head. He poked it and quickly stepped back. After a few seconds he sighed, the tension leaving his body as he shrunk the rifle and attached it to his hip. He turned when he heard scrabbling and looked to see Hermione climbing back through the wall. She held her hand up in a thumbs up position with her head tilted, and Harry nodded. "We did it."

One hour later

The two opened the door to the bar, not caring about the stares they got from some of the patrons. Harry wasn't surprised – they were still covered in blood, gore and, in Hermione's case, soot. Harry led the way through the bar, Hermione observing all the patrons as they made their way over to a table. Harry slid into the seat opposite the one sat there as Hermione leaned against the bench.

"The beast?" the alien asked.

"Dead. We have it's head, if that would satisfy you." Harry replied. The alien shook its head.

"Unnecessary. The fact that the planet is not being destroyed is proof enough that you succeeded. I am glad that you did. Your reputation is well earned." The alien chuckled, though it came across as a rapid clicking. "Now, the payment. Transfer fine?"

Harry nodded, and the alien pulled out its comm device. It pressed a couple of buttons on its screen before nodding. Harry looked at his comm device as it beeped, showing that 200,000 credits had been deposited. Harry nodded, satisfied, and stood up. "Pleasure doing business with you."

The Atasis

Harry sighed as he fell into the seat, flicking a few switches. The Atasis, their ship, rumbled as power fed into her engines, firing them up. He could hear Hermione moving down around below, most likely putting the rest of their stuff away. He flicked another couple of switches, rolled the control stick around, before pressing a button.

The Atasis vibrated as the engines roared, allowing them to lift off the ground. He pushed forward on the stick and the Atasis moved. He pushed on the thrusters, the Atasis picking up speed as it moved towards the upper atmosphere.

The Atasis vibrated heavily before stopping as they left the atmosphere. He kept control for a few minutes before placing it in autopilot, setting it to keep them flying in a straight line, only stopping if something was in front of them.

He looked over as Hermione dropped into the seat next to him, throwing her feet up on the top of the console. She gave him a smirk before she pulled out a screwdriver, prying open a panel on her cybernetic right arm.

Even though they had been together for the last 20 years, she had not had a cybernetic arm for the whole time. 8 years previously, they had been out on what should have been a simple job when they had been ambushed. While they had escaped, Hermione had been severely injured, losing her right arm. Luckily, someone they knew with connections got her a new arm, and she had been putting it to effective use ever since.

Harry continued to admire her as she sat there. She was tall, with muscles that many would die to have that had only come from hard training and dangerous work. Her hair was shaved in a buzz cut on one side, while the top and other side were short and spiky. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled, being one of her main forms of communication other than her hands. His eyes lowered, taking in the thin line that crossed her throat.

While she had never exactly told him how it happened, Harry had pieced together what might have happened. The home she had lived at was not a kind one, and Harry suspected that she had been abused heavily, including somehow them slicing her throat. How she had not died, Harry didn't know, but it had resulted in her losing the ability to speak.

While she had been offered to have implants to allow her to speak, like her cybernetic arm, she had refused, stating that she didn't mind it, and that the injury helped her retain her focus and drive. She also enjoyed being able to have a way to communicate with Harry that no one else knew. It was part of what made them a great team.

Harry knew she often enjoyed looking at him too. He was taller than her, with a well-defined body. His hair was long and messy, reaching the tops of his shoulder. When he was younger, the family he was with had also abused him, and the night he had been rescued had been beaten so badly he had lost use of his left eye. A quick visit had gotten him a CyberOptics eye, which allowed him to do so much more than a regular eye. He could see into buildings, perfect night vision, send communications and receive information, amongst other things.

The two, after being trained, had taken their ship and set off out into the universe. Their mentor had suggested that they become bounty hunters and mercenaries. It was hard work, and kept them travelling, and the two enjoyed it and wouldn't trade it for anything.

He sighed and stretched out, knowing that Hermione was sneaking glances. "So, where should we go next? A couple of other jobs have come through."

Hermione put down the screwdriver. [What type of jobs?] she signed.

"Let's see." With a quick thought, the list of jobs scrolled down his eye, and he looked through the list. "There's another search and destroy on Meulia, a search and rescue on Nophao, a bodyguard request on Thuna D72 by their royal family, and a request for a political assassination on Dreuyama."

Hermione blinked. [That's … quite a list]

Harry nodded. "I know. The search and destroy would be easy, but that's in the Omega Calesius system, about 4 weeks away. The rescue is closer but, I'll be honest, boring, and their local law enforcement is already on it. The bodyguard request is closest, but the pay isn't that great, three weeks of work for just 10,000 credits. The assassination pays well, but the problem there is that the people who wish to take over … aren't exactly friendly to the people, but the current leader isn't that great either – plus, it's 150,000 credits."

Hermione huffed. [Well, I can't be bothered with another destroy, and no point to the rescue, which leaves the bodyguard and the assassination, which neither sounds appealing.]

Harry chuckled. "I know, but we still have to work or else –"

They both jumped at the sound of a flash fire behind them. They turned around to see a bird stood on the table. Harry got up and walked over to the bird, who chirped happily when it noticed him.

It was a beautiful bird, with large red and gold feathers. Its eyes were bright, giving of an old but highly intelligent feeling. Harry chuckled. "You're a magnificent bird. How'd you find us?"

The bird fluffed its feathers, and Harry knew that it was enjoying the attention. His eye's drifted down to the letter attached to its leg. An eyebrow raised, he removed the letter from the bird's leg, noting that there was writing on the front. He didn't understand what the writing was, so he activated his eye.

To him, a line appeared on the envelope and scanned the writing. A few seconds passed before a result came back.

LANGUAGE: ENGLISH

SPOKEN ON: EARTH.

GALAXY: MILKY WAY.

SECTOR: 120B

AUTO-TRANSLATING TEXT

Harry was shocked, to say the least. He sensed Hermione had come up next to him and turned to look at her, seeing she had her head tilted.

"It's from Earth."

Her eyes widened. [Who would want to speak to us from there? And what is that stuff?]

"I don't know" Harry muttered. "It feels like something similar to Taks skin, but surely they're not that backwards."

He looked up to see her looking at him sceptically. [I'm pretty certain they don't have Taks on Earth, and from what I remember they haven't written on skin in centuries]

He opened the letter and waited for his eye to translate the text.

Dear Mr Potter,

First, allow me to apologise for the way this letter arrived. Fawkes likes to show off and is a glutton for attention.

Harry looked up to see Hermione silently cooing over Fawkes, who was looking distinctly pleased at the attention. He chuckled before looking back down at the letter.

The reason I have sent you this letter is to, hopefully, is to find you and convince you to come home.

I'm afraid we in Britain, and indeed Europe, are in a dire situation. In the twenty years you have been missing, we are facing a Dark Lord that you have defeated once before, one which we have no way of stopping. Not without you.

I'm afraid it will be easier for me to explain in person, rather than through letters. While I trust Fawkes with my life, I'm afraid that I don't want to risk anymore information getting into the wrong hands.

If you are interested, I will be willing to meet with you at the Leaky Cauldron, in London, in two weeks. Alert Tom, the bartender, if you arrive earlier.

Your faithful servant,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked up at Hermione. "It's a request to come back to Earth. Apparently, they have a 'Dark' lord of some kind who's threatening them, and they need my help to stop him. One that I've apparently stopped already."

Hermione nodded. [Strange – would have thought you'd remember that. You want to know what I think?] Harry nodded. [I think we should do it. Haven't fought a Dark Lord in a while, and the last one was a challenge. Maybe this one will be as well. Besides, it's a better job than any of the others]

Harry hummed. "How far away is Earth?"

Hermione got up and tapped the table that Fawkes was sat on. The table glowed and a navigation display appeared above it. She scrolled through the list, finding the sector. [About a week.]

Harry sighed, before looking back at Hermione. "Alright. We'll head back to Earth, see what this Dumbledore wants." As she moved to the pilots seat, he looked back at Fawkes. "Are you willing to take our answer back?"