"What are these?" Minerva asked, eyeing the jerseys.
"School jerseys," Hermione replied. "Almost every muggle school has clothing like this, in their own particular colours, of course; it helps to define the school out in the public. Many personalise them, having the students' name on the back and some even include the year, especially for the seniors, saying when they graduate."
"And this won't make us stand out?" one of the girls asked, her fingers running over the crest.
"Not at all," Hermione replied. "In fact, we'd be more likely to stand out without something like this. This way, we'll simply be seen as a class on excursion and dismissed. If anyone does ask us about Hogwarts, all we need to say is that we're an exclusive boarding school from Scotland."
"Very good thinking," Minerva replied. "I may wish to talk to you some more about these 'jerseys' at a later time."
Hermione gave a nod just as Professor Sinistra called the group together.
"Before we leave, I thought that it might be useful to go over what to expect today," she said. "As you all know, this Convergence only happens once every five thousand years. That means that what records we do have of the event are rather incomplete, to say the least. What is known is that the fabric between the worlds that includes Earth, or as it was known the last time, Midgard …"
"Midgard?" Harry interrupted. "As in Asgard, Jotenhein and the rest of the nine realms?"
"I was not aware that you knew about the old Norse mythology and the worlds of Yggdrasill?" Professor Sinistra commented with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, well, let's just say that a … friend got me interested," he replied, ignoring Hermione's snort.
"Very well," she continued. "As I was saying, the fabric between the nine realms will be thinnest as they converge into alignment. It is believed that this will allow us a very brief window into those worlds themselves."
Harry's hand drifted momentarily to the phone in his belt before he decided otherwise.
"There will possibly be other affects – a change in weather being among them, but nothing that should cause any need for alarm. Does anyone have any questions?" she asked.
When none were asked, she clapped her hands together.
"Well, then, we'd best be off; we'll need to reach the edge of the wards before we can use the portkey the Ministry has provided," Professor Sinistra stated.
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The portkey had deposited the group of seventeen in a convenient, out-of-the-way alley just outside of Greenwich University. After checking that they hadn't been noticed, Harry and Hermione led the group across the road and onto the campus itself. They'd scoped out what they hoped was a good spot the day before – an open green area, bordered by trees on one side, the building of the University (coincidentally the library that Harry'd had a hard time keeping Hermione out of) on another and the River Thames on the last.
Unsurprisingly, Hermione's assessment of their wearing a 'school jersey' was accurate, they didn't garner more than a second glance and in most cases, not even a first look.
"This should do perfectly," Professor Sinistra smiled as she surveyed their chosen location. "From here, we can see the sky perfectly and it won't take much to see even more if we need to move further out away the trees."
"Any idea how long until it starts?" one of the boys asked.
Professor Sinistra looked at her pocket watch. "Not long, I believe."
"Um, Uncle Harry? Is the river supposed to do that?" Teddy asked.
Harry turned to see what his godson was looking at. Almost instantly, his eyes bugged out before narrowing and his hands began moving of their own accord.
"No. It's not," he stated grimly, watching the wave that had formed as though something was pushing it towards the shore.
And then, the thing that was pushing the water appeared out of nowhere.
It was narrow but incredibly tall, easily a couple of hundred metres, and made of a jet-black metal. The fact that it flying and clearly alien screamed that he had work to do.
He'd deliberated that morning on what to wear; now, he was glad that he'd chosen his 'work' pants and shirt and black dragon-hide boots, just in case. As his hand passed over his belt, making both it and its multitude of pockets become visible, the alien vessel hit ground. Instead of slowing it as one might expect, the alien ship just ploughed on.
Concrete, dirt, stone, grass, it was all tossed up and aside like paper. Around them, people began screaming and running in a blind panic. Clouds above the ship began to gather and darken as the convergence drew closer.
"Get them to safety," Harry ordered, swinging his blue-grey cloak around his shoulders, having pulled it from one of his pouches. "Teddy, stick with Aunt Hermione; she'll look after you."
"Harry? What's happening?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," he stated grimly.
It was then that his eyes, scanning the area for people in trouble, found someone unexpected, someone that he knew, someone standing in the direct path of the oncoming alien spaceship.
"Stay safe," he ordered, before applying the sticking and obscuris charms to his hood, turning on the spot and apparating away.
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