Title: Harry "Farscape" Potter

Rating: M

Challenge: Zevrillion's HP/Farscape challenge

Genre: Alternates: X-over

Status: WIP

Summary: Luna's father has been watching old sci-fi movies and has come to the most logical conclusion. Mars is populated by Martians. So he and Luna have built a magical spaceship, the Farscape One, and Harry is the test pilot.
The maiden flight to mars starts good, but the unexpected happens and a wormhole swallows Farscape One…

Three Years Ago

Lionel and Luna Lovegood stared transfixed at the flickering screen in front of them, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation as they watched the climax of the movie with bated breaths, holding each other tightly as they perched precariously at the end of a moth-eaten couch. Empty Butterbeer and Firewhiskey bottles lay strewn across the floor and a half-eaten pizza lay draped across the cluttered table in front of them. The object of the Lovegoods attention was a small black-and-white television perched on a rickety stool at the other side of the room. A battered and dented video recorder blinked softly, surrounded by a small circle of glowing white crystals. The crystals were warded and enchanted to created null-magic field within the circle and provided a power source similar to electricity, allowing both the television and video recorder to operate within magical environments. The climax of the movie ended, the screen darkened as white text scrolled up the screen as the credits were run side by side with corny mysterious music. The two viewers leaned back into the couch, their hearts slowing as the adrenaline left them. Both were deep in thought.

Lionel Lovegood, Luna's father, exhaled noisily, his brown eyes sparkling dangerously behind his large rectangular spectacles.

"My dear, do you know what this means?" He asked his slim blonde daughter excitedly. "It all makes sense now!"

"Father?" Luna asked, her owlish eyes blinking lazily.

"The Muggles know, of course," Lionel continued quickly, his words tumbling from his animated tongue, his hands gesturing wildly. "It's the movies! The movies are the clue! There are too many…too many to be just a coincidence! They try to keep it hidden, but why? Why would they…of course! They're scared! Muggles are scared of the strange, that's why they try to deny the truth! But the truth always comes out, even in the subconscious! These directors, they must have unconsciously tried to spread the truth, to combat the fear that holds their tongues! Merlin, do you know what this means Luna? Do you?"

"Mars is populated by space-travelling aliens," Luna answered calmly.

Lionel nodded wildly, jumping from his seat with a flourish and began to pace the dark, dirty room, thinking out loud and muttering softly, too softly for Luna to hear him. He seemed to be debating with himself over something, his hands flying energetically in the air and his eyes glinting with a touch of genius and madness.

"Our research into magical electricity is going wonderfully! We could use it! It's possible! We would need time, years maybe, but we…and a pilot, of course! Somebody who is brave enough to dare the evils of the Martians from Mars! First, we need to build it! We can make it unmanned to start off with!"

"You plan to build a magical space-fearing vehicle," Luna said calmly.

"Of course I do! But…we may attract their attention. The Martians are evil, we know that! They may come and suck out our brains, pose as sexy women and propagate, come in their saucer ships and give a dog a women's head!" Lionel said, wringing his hands worriedly as his enthusiasm was replaced with anxiety.

"Father, you are being foolish, down right stupid even!" Luna said, jumping up from the couch with a look of annoyance on her face. She faced her father from across the room, glaring at him angrily. "You actually believe the Muggle TV shows? That is not wise!"

Lionel frowned at his daughter's harsh tone.

"I'm sure that the Martians are very nice people," Luna finished. "Or else they would have sucked out our brains by now."

"Your logic is impeccable…wrong, perhaps, but impeccable," Lionel murmured. "Very well, from this day forward, we will study the aspects of space-flight and create out own magical spaceship! And we shall name it…"

Eighteen Months Ago

"Farscape One?" A dubious thirty year old Harry Potter asked sceptically, staring at one of his closest friends with hints of bemusement pasted onto his features. "You're actually building a spaceship? I though Ron was just being an idiot."

"You do realise that Mars has been sending spaceships to Earth for years now," Luna said, her luminous eyes boring into his as they walked down the long corridor towards Lionel's workshop. Her long blonde hair gave her pixie-like features a certain appeal, but Harry had been friends with her too long to even consider it. "I think it's time that we sent one to their planet and probed their cows!"

"Luna, there's no such thing as a Martian, or if there is, we haven't got any proof," Harry said tiredly, rubbing a hand through his messy black hair, his dark green eyes contrasting his pale skin. "I though you said I could get some work here."

The Second Uprising of Voldemort had ended over ten years after a brutal conflict between Ministry Auror's and Death Eaters. Harry had destroyed two more of Voldemort's Horcruxes, forcing the Dark Lord to retrieve them himself and bind his soul fragments back to his body. It was at that moment when Harry had stormed into the room, his magic whipping into frenzy and his wand blasting several surprised Death Eaters, including Bellatrix Lestrange, into bloody pieces. Voldemort and Harry had duelled once again while specialised Auror's and brutal Death Eater's fought around them. Again, Prior Incanterum had interrupted them, but this time it led to a different result.

The golden beams of light had connected the two wands again and the haunting phoenix song had echoed through the room. All of the fighting cinematically ceased as both sides regarded the beautiful light show. The golden beads of light hummed as they were forced from one side to the other as the wills of the fiercest Dark Lord in a century and the determined and vengeful Potter clashed. The maturing twenty year old had felt something stirring within him at the sound of the phoenix song, something primal and powerful. It may have been the mysterious Power-He-Knows-Not, but whatever it was, it had allowed Harry to force the bead into Voldemort's wand, ignoring the angry howls of pain of the Dark Lord.

But no ghosts emerged from the wand this time. This time, Harry had studied for this very moment, knowing what exactly he should do if he ever found himself in this situation again. The beautiful and glowing beads of light hummed with a high-pitched intensity, glowing brighter and brighter, until they shot through the tip of Voldemort's wand. The wand exploded in segments as the beads shot through it, wooden shards flying everywhere as Voldemort's wand was destroyed in a halo of golden light. But the beads hadn't stopped with the wand, and systematically and violently destroyed Voldemort, first travelling and exploding his pale arm in a shower of reddish foam and pulp, then darting through the ritual-strengthened body. It had been very messy.

Afterwards, most of the Death Eater's had been rounded up. Harry had joined the Auror service a mere week after the battle and had allowed himself to be trained professionally by the best. And for the past ten years, he had enforced the law against the most dangerous of wizards and witches. That had been before Scrimgeour had been replaced as Minister by the charismatic Minister Bronald Shire, who had gasped at the dangerous work their hero was doing and stuck him firmly behind a desk. Harry had resigned a few days later, seeing a life of paper-pushing in front of him as Shire adamantly refused to let him return to the field.

"You can get some work here," Luna replied absently as the pair reached a steel door and opened it. The two walked inside and were met with the sight of a large hanger-like building. Floating candles lit the large room up, revealing several rows of chalkboards, each with an intricate diagram carefully drawn on. A large shipping crate had been tucked into one of the back corners and a circle of glowing crystals pulsed languidly around desk, where the latest line of computer technology ran with a whirring noise, advanced mathematical calculations scrolling down the monitor.

"That's impressive,' Harry whistled slowly as a scrawny balding wizard with blonde hair and a cheerful vacant smile quickly strode up to them.

"Hello Mr Potter," The wizard said excitedly, energetically shaking Harry's limp hand. "I'm Lionel Lovegood, and I need your help."

"So, you plan on building an interplanetary space shuttle?" Harry asked uncertainly, his eyes flickering over the novel-thick notes Lionel had given him.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lionel said happily. "My darling daughter and I have already completed the designs for the module, and we've ordered the equipment in. Some of the more technical equipment needs to be bought from the Muggles, but I'm certain that I can make most of the other simpler equipment by hand. However…"

"However," Harry prompted after Lionel had sunken back into his reverie.

"However," Luna started seriously. "We have neither the money nor the power to build or order this equipment in."

"And that's where I come in," Harry said, chuckling wryly. He reached into his robes, reaching for his bank-draft scroll, but Luna placed a small hand on his arm, looking deadly serious.

"Harry, it's not just money we need. It's your magic, your power, the equipment needs powerful enchantments to hold it together, and these enchantments needs to run side-by-side with Muggle electricity, which means we need null-fields," Luna explained. Her large silver eyes implored him as she regraded him with a pleading expression. "Please, become our partner. Work with us, monetary and magic wise! Help us create the first spaceship to fly to Mars! Help us probe the Martian cows!"

"Okay," Harry said softly. "I'll help you. Well, I give you the money and magic. But I'm not probing anything!"

One Year Ago

"It's almost done!" Lionel shouted over the howling roar of power, her face illuminated against the blinding white light that was pulsing from Harry's wand. Harry gritted his teeth, his wand heavy and sluggish in his hand as he poured his very magic into the enchantment, a willing observer to Luna's spell work. Her voice rang out through the hanger, shrieking in harmony with the thunderous output of power as she delicately used Harry's power as her own. Suddenly the blinding light dimmed and Luna stopped chanting, her spell done. Harry sighed with relief and tiredness as he leant against one of the steel walls of the complex, watching as Luna knelt down to the object in front of her. She picked up the small null-crystal, which was about the same size as her curled fist, and carefully placed it into a small box, before sealing it shut.

"Is it done?" Harry asked in weariness, the tiredness clearly evident in his voice.

"Yes," Luna answered happily, smiling widely.

Harry smiled at her enthusiasm as she bounded towards the other side of the hanger, where her father wielded his wand over the metal skeleton of Farscape. Power tools lay scattered on the workbench next to the module and large blueprints lay on the ground, baring the elaborate design of Farscape.

"Daddy, we have another one!" Luna said happily and placed the box next to seven others.

"That's great sweetie!" Lionel said, lowering his wand and smothering his adult daughter in a large hug. "We only need fifteen more now!"

Harry groaned loudly.

Eight Months Ago

"That means that the transfuser's go…here," Harry murmured absently, pointing to a small section of the blueprint with his wand. "And if we place a null-crystal here…and here, we can have the conduit run side-by-side to the strengthening wards."

"That was my intention," Lionel said in surprise. "My, my, you are picking this up quickly. A little quicker than I thought actually, say, you don't have any relatives from Mars, do you?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no," Harry answered slowly. He brightened up somewhat. "I tell you what, I'll go and ask Aunt Petunia!"

Six Months Ago

"Blimey, you look haggard mate!" Ron exclaimed as Harry sat down at the restaurant table in Diagon Alley.

"Luna's project is very tiring," Harry explained as a robed waiter walked over, politely standing at the table. "Um…I'll just have a Fire Whiskey for now."

"Certainly, Mr…" The waiter trailed off, a glimmer of excitement rushing into eyes. "Harry Potter!"

Harry nodded tiredly; quite use this type of behaviour by now. "Yes, that's me."

The waiter rushed off and reappeared ten seconds later underneath Ron's amused gaze, a chilled bottle of Firewhiskey clasped in his hand. He handed it to Harry, who took it gratefully and popped open the lid, taking a full swig and letting the alcohol burn his insides.

"Mr Potter, I just-I just wanted to say, that, that it's a shame that you left the Auror's," The waiter said softly. "We all felt a lot safer with you standing before us and the dark wizards. It's a shame what Shire did to you."

"Thankyou," Harry said, genuinely touched.

The waiter bowed and rushed off, leaving Harry and Ron alone at the small booth.

"So, how's the wife?" Harry asked Ron, who grunted sourly as he took a drink from his own bottle of Firewhiskey, swallowing it down quickly and belching a small jet of flames from his mouth.

"Hermione's doing fine, still working at the Department of Magical Creatures," Ron answered. "Still wants a kid as well. Doesn't she realise how we were when we were kids? If she did, she wouldn't want them. So, what exactly are you doing for Luna again?"

"Come on, you know that she wants to keep it a secret," Harry said patiently.

Ron harrumphed and the two sat in silence for the next few minutes, listening to the soft chatter from the nearby tables.

"Ginny still misses you," He said quietly.

Harry almost flinched at the mention of his former love, the girl who he had planned on marrying after the war, but who had got sick and tired of waiting and had taken a job as an ambassadorial aide. When the war had finished, Harry had sought her out, but she had chosen her job over her love, leaving Harry distraught for days. He had joined the Auror's a few days later, and years on, Ginny had come to him, asking him to put away his job for her. He had refused, leaving a tension on their relationship.

"Well, that's just her problem, isn't it?" Harry muttered.

Three Months Ago

"It can't work!" Lionel almost shouted at his daughter, gesturing widely towards the almost-completed Farscape module. "The auto-pilot is too complex for the onboard computers for our needs! The power requirements of controlling it from Earth mean that we need four more enchantments and a new communications array! The null-crystals can't handle that much magic. They'll overload, and send the electricity into a hay wire, and all this work will for nothing!"

Harry frowned, peering up from his seat over his book, but lowered his eyes a second later. He was reading one of Luna's books of scientific theory, and was enjoying it immensely. To better understand the project, he had started researching the aspects of science that were involved with the project. Initially, he hadn't understood a single thing, but with some hard study and a few illegal spells, he found that over time he was really beginning to grasp it. He also understood Farscape a great deal more, and whenever Lionel or Luna argued, he could actually understand a little of what they were saying.

"Can't we replace the…ah, that wouldn't work," Luna murmured thoughtfully. "What if we used solar panels?"

"We wouldn't be able to fit enough on Farscape, and even if we were, we wouldn't be able to get it out of the atmosphere!" Lionel said, the eccentric man looking utterly miserable.

"What we need…" Luna started, then stopped, her eyes widening. She cocked her head and gazed at her father carefully. "Is a pilot."

Lionel looked absolutely baffled for a second, before it dawned on him. "If we removed the extra generators, we'd have cockpit room. Warming charms and a modified bubble head charm for life-support…it could work, my crazy daughter, it could work!"

"The pilot would have to be competent, somebody we trust." Luna said slowly.

"They'd need to have an understanding of Farscape, and the magic behind it!" Lionel replied carefully.

"They'd need to be familiar with scientific theory…"

"A natural flier, to help their training,"

"Previous experience with dangerous situations,"

"Duelling skills to destroy the Martians…"

They both turned to stare at Harry, who was still engrossed in his book. He looked up and frowned at the innocent looks both scientists were sending his way.

"What?"

Two Months Ago

"To get out of the atmosphere, we've decided to stick with our original plan, using rocket boosters," Luna briefed Commander Harry Potter, the new Farscape Pilot. "You shouldn't be at risk at all."

"Shouldn't?" Harry murmured sceptically, eyeing the blonde closely.

"Shouldn't," Luna agreed happily. "Now, if you were to use rocket boosters to fly to Mars, it would take years. Instead…" She flicked her wand at the blackboard, and a complicated drawing appeared on the board. "This is Earth. To reach the speed needed to take you to from Earth to Mars in a suitable time; you'll need to swing around the Earth using gravity as an accelerator. To do this, you need to approach the atmosphere between 32-45 degrees, then level off once you hit the upper atmosphere. If you can hug the boundary between space and the atmosphere, then you'll slingshot around the world and shoot off towards Mars."

"How long should this take?" Harry asked.

"To get to Mars…only a few hours if you maintain the initial speed," Luna answered dreamily. "You will be travelling much faster than the speed of sound, not as fast as the speed of light, but still quite fast. If this works, it will revolutionise everything about space travel."

She broke off into her thoughts, daydreaming idly as Harry stared at the mathematical equations on the board, having absolutely no idea what they meant. Luna noticed his gaze and broke from her thoughts.

"You will not understand these, but I will teach you how to use this high-gravitational slingshot manoeuvrer on any planet, so you can leave Mars once you've defeated the Martians."

"Right," Harry said dryly. "The Martians. I'd almost forgotten."

"Don't," Luna warned. "Daddy thinks that the Martians are evil. I don't know if they are or not, but be careful."

"Sure. If I see any little green men, I'll blast them first and ask questions later." Harry said sardonically.

One Month Ago

"How are the simulations going?" Lionel asked Harry, who was leaning back on a hastily conjured couch, looking quite tired as he sipped an open bottle of Butterbeer.

"I'm getting a lot better. I haven't crashed it once in a week," Harry answered the elder Lovegood. "I've been practising a lot more ever since we got that Time Turner."

"Are you finding the simulation controls difficult? They are as close to the real thing as you will get." Lionel warned as he sat next to Harry, watching him carefully.

"It's not too hard. Once you get it started, it flies itself. You just have to flip a few switches, input a few commands, flip a few more switches, watch out for blinking lights and try not to crash into the moon." Harry responded, yawning widely after he was done. He stood up, cracking his neck and rubbed his eyes. "I'm going to take a nap. See you tomorrow Lionel."

Two Days Ago

"We're all done," Luna said solemnly they all stood around the tarp-covered module in the darkened hanger. "All of the equipment has been installed, checked, re-checked, and then sniffed out by Niffler. The rocket boosters we, ah, acquired, have arrived. Tomorrow, I'll strap them to Farscape."

Harry nodded slowly, his heart thumping in his chest. Merlin, it was actually going to happen. He was going into space, space!