The Boy Who Fell From The Sky

Chapter One

"Mrs Weasley thank you so much for dinner, it was lovely as always but I'm afraid I must be going." Hermione was saying as Harry unconsciously followed her every movement.

He caught himself looking and tried to focus on something else, but that was difficult as Molly honed in on Hermione.

"And what pray tell is so important for you to cut our family dinner short, young lady?"

Harry winced at Molly's tone and words. Family was a very touchy subject for Hermione since she had not managed to return her own parents memories after wiping them of any memory of herself to protect them from the war.

And he saw how Molly's tone made Hermione shudder at the condescension especially since Hermione was a fully fledged Witch with multiple qualifications and if that wasn't enough she had also been studying muggle science and technology and was earning her masters in Astronomy and Engineering soon. So when Molly talked to her like a twelve year old he knew it grated on her nerves.

Harry would butt in to save her if he wasn't afraid of incurring the Matriaches ire onto himself. Out of the two Non-Weasleys at the table she was the one who could handle an overbearing Molly Weasley much more efficiently than he could.

Case in point he watched as Hermione wiped the look of frustration on her face and turned a carefully crafted smile towards the mother of seven-minus-one.

"Well, Mrs Weasley my class is scheduled for a very interesting field trip taking us to the London Greenwich Observatory. We are going to witness one of the largest Meteor Showers recorded in history tonight."

Harry thought she did quite well and it was doubly effective since it was the absolute unvarnished truth. Her mistake unfortunately was that she was entirely too enthusiastic about this event. Molly Weasley, having experience with six different boys lying to her about this or that educational event to go and do something decidedly not educational, immediately got suspicious.

"Meteor Showers? Explain to me once more what that was, dear?"

Hermione immediately went into lecture mode. "Meteors are rocks that were in space and has broken into earth's atmosphere to fall on to the planet. Breaking through the earth's atmosphere makes it burn up into small fireballs that rain down. When large collections of these rocks all fall at the same time, thats what we call a meteor shower."

"Right," said Molly making it clear with her tone that she hadn't understood any of that deluge of information from Hermione. "So will there be any boys at this meteor showers?" To another person it would be heartwarming to see that this elderly mother taking the time to invest herself in her sons friends love life.

But at the shared look that Hermione and Harry shared it was kind of obvious that her interest in the formerly bushyheaded Hermione was anything but supportive, more like vindictive. Even Ron who was busy stuffing himself up with his mums cooking groaned as he heard this.

"Shower and yes," answered Hermione slowly. "My class has a lot of boys, Mrs Weasley."

Molly harrumphed. "A lot of boys?" she asked dangerously. And that was his cue.

"Molly," he said jumping in before things escalated way beyond his by control. "I'm gonna have to bail on you early as well. Oliver's booked the whole pitch for tomorrow and he wants me there at 4:30am."

Molly's eyes widened as she near screamed. "What?!" she asked incensed. "That Oliver Wood! Why wound you sign up to play for him, after all he put you through in your first three years at Hogwarts, I don't know."

"I'm sorry, Molly." He said pulling out the big guns staring at her with big green eyes. Molly huffed. Then sighed.

"Alright. You can go," she said and Harry's heart leaped, he also caught Hermione trying to hide that secret smile of hers. Shit he was staring again. "But," she stipulated, he should have known it was too good to be true. "You are coming over again next week for another Weasley family dinner, for walking out of this one.

After that there was the general bustle as both Non-Weasley's got up to carry their plates to the sink. Then because Hermione was Hermione she decided that they needed to clean the dishes they used, after a feeble protest attempt Harry gave in and decided to wipe. So in a very domestic moment Harry and Hermione shared as smile and Harry wished that this moment would come more and more in their lives.

Soon they were out of the house and on the trek to get past the wards to Apparate to their separate destinations.

"Thanks for the save," said Hermione as she studied the ground on their stroll.

"Don't mention it," Harry quipped right back while staring up at the sky. "That's what partners do." This was a line he used only with her 'That's what partners do' despite the fact that they had never worked together and had never been partners except for those few months that Ron had left them alone when they were on the run. He thought of it as kind of their thing and hoped Hermione thought that as well. He was gonna say more but then he paused.

He had glimpsed something in his casual perusal of the stars and when he saw it again he gasped. "Hermione!" she glanced up at his panicked voice and then followed his outstreched hand with her focused gaze to look at where he was pointing. Her honey brown eyes widened and she swore.

"Shit!" she said startling him and making him drop his hand. He saw her do a complicated gesture with her wand and fully completed star chart ballooned out of it, it was ghostly and ethereal looking but he recognized that chart from fifth year Astronomy. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she screeched jabbing at some of the constellations on her chart and glancing up at Meteor Shower that Harry had spotted.

"Hermione!" said Harry a little scandalized at her vulgar language, he was also loath to admit that it turned him on a little.

She ignored him. "They were wrong! The muggles' calculations were wrong! Damn it! I knew I should have rechecked their times, but I was so busy and then I had to come to this Godforsaken dinner...!"

Harry had had enough he seized her flailing arms and clamped his hands down on her biceps to still her movements not hard enough to hurt but enough to get the point across.

"Hermione, stop!" he said firmly his eyes on her, green to brown, getting close enough that he could steal a kiss if her dared. Those rosy lips were so distracting... He shook his head to clear it while Hermione's soft gaze followed his movements.

"It's not the end of the world!" he insisted to her. She looked like she might disagree with him but then her gaze went from meeting his to rising up and then her eyes widened.

"Harry! Look!" she said pointing. And when he did what she asked he froze. One of the largest meteors was heading straight their way.

They barely had a second to register this fact before it hit. If the meteors aim was to hit them dead on then it missed its mark. But if it's goal was to throw them off their feet and send them sailing several feet back to land on their asses then it acheived its goal. The wards around the ground flared on impact shining a bright golden as the impact radius hit the property line. The wards didn't break but the Shockwave sent them flying.

Harry just had the wherewithal to grab Hermione and tuck her into him and make sure that he took the entire brunt of that fall. And take the brunt he did as his back impacted on the property line wooden gate that collapsed upon impact, which meant that he landed straight on that wooden gate. He groaned as he felt the edges of the wooden gate dig into his back and spine. He was definitely going to have a few bruises come morning.

Hermione popped her head out from under his arm and looked up at the source of the Shockwave, as did he, or atleast he tried to.

Another groan and Hermione looked at his pained face and jumped up and off him. "Harry! You should have told me I was crushing you!"

Harry finally was able to breath so he panted out. "You... couldn't... crush me...

Hermione rolled her eyes and offered her hand which he took and allowed himself to be hauled up. The momentum was a little too much so as he got his feet she stepped back and stumbled. Fearing her falling Harry slipped his hand around her slim waist and held her to him. Her eyes went from dark brown panic to amber relief to deep black aroused in seconds.

Suddenly they were two people who had known each other for fifteen years and they were in full frontal contact from the head down. Lips inches apart, eyes locked, brown to green, so many emotions roaring in their locked gaze, the heat of the moment spurring them on until they both settled on that one emotion.

Need.

Harry moved his head closer, a fraction of an inch and when she didn't pull away he decided to close the gap. But then a sound of metal on metal rang out and both heads involuntarily turned towards the sound. It came from the still settling dust filled area where the meteor had impacted, just behind the Weasley family's bathing pond.

Clank*

There it was again.

Both friends breathing heavily turned back to each other, the tension was still there but the moment was gone, however each read absolutely zero amount of regret in each other's eyes.

Hermione clasped Harry's hand in hers and held it there for a second. "Later?" she asked.

Harry breathed a sigh of immense relief and nodded squeazing her fingers gently. "Later."

And as one, without speaking both Witch and Wizard whipped out their wands and moved towards the crater.

Harry silently cast a Lumos and a bright light grew on the tip of his wand. Hermione waved her wand once in a high arc to left then another arc to the right then pointed it at the dust filled impact zone and moved her wand in a tight continuous circle. There were swirls in the dust cloud as the fan of wind that Hermione had created blew across the ground blowing the dust away swiftly.

Harry wasted no time in walking up to the crater lip and peering down at the shallow hole the meteor had dug. What he saw, made him pause for a second before he pointed his wand at himself and muttered a spell, when Hermione caught up he cast the same spell on her and grabbed her hand in his, pointing his wand at an angle away from the crater he fired off a hair drying charm that blew a moderate stream of hot air out of his wand.

The featherlight charm on them both meant that the hot air pushed them up and over the crater, slowly floating them over the dug out hole.

Hermione gasped at what she saw inside the crater and Harry pointed his wand straight up so that the slow blowing air pushed them down into the crater to stand on the muddy ground next to the metallic craft that he had spotted from above ground.

The feather light charm allowed them to not sink into the muddy floor of the crater but Hermione quickly tethered them both to the craft they landed next to, with thin strings so that they didn't drift off.

As she did this though she couldn't help bit peer into the craft doors glass, because they had finally found what was causing the clanking noise.

There wrapped in a red blanket made from a material that she couldn't identify, sporting a shield insignia in the shape of a stylish 'S', lay a small baby! Maybe six months old and fast asleep! His cherub cheeks red and one of his tiny fists clutching the blanket while the other held close to his face as he sucked contently on his thumb.

The noise was identified by the two immediately because as the child slept, he was kicking his leg in his sleep and when he kicked his leg, it connected with the side wall of the craft. What was even more astonishing to the pair observing the child, was that the more he kicked the more the metal dented but when pulled his tiny foot back, he didn't even have a scratch to show for it.

So what do you think? Does this have legs?