"Commander."
Harry opened his eyes, his dream fading in the back of his mind as he pulled his consciousness to the forefront. Looking at a sheepish redhead looming over him, Harry gave a warm smile. "Morning Meredith. What can I do for you?"
The fighter pilot looked down as she asked the question that had become customary for all his pilots to ask Harry at least once a day. "Is the room clean?"
Sitting up from his bunk bed, Harry cast a critical eye over his squadron's room as he assessed his magic. No one had been in or out while they were here, but...
"Yeah, though let the door open before you walk through it. Some guys are standing outside of it, and they probably have some sort of prank rigged up."
Everyone in the room who was awake turned to the doorway and squinted at the small gap between the door and the floor. Pairs of shadows could be made out if you looked hard enough, so Harry wasn't worried about outing his magic.
"Oh, yeah. I see them. Thanks Commander." Harry waved off the quiet redhead as he stood from his bunk, combing a hand through his hair and offering a big yawn before grabbing his gear for the day and making his way towards the door. Grant was just opening it as he did, and a mess of last night's leftovers flew through the air, though it missed any of its intended targets and landed on the ground with a few squishy 'plop's.
"Shit." Three wide-eyed Italians met the eyes of Harry before booking it out of the American common room. Harry laughed as he watched them tuck tail and run, making sure to immortalize their faces on his hit-list. They would be the next victims of the 'Criminal Commander'.
It was really a surprise, Harry supposed later as he brushed his teeth, that the soldiers still tried to prank him and his squadron. His brothers- and sisters-in-arms has fallen for quite a few over the past six months, but Harry had always assisted in getting the perpetrators back. Though, at one point, someone had noticed that Harry had never been hit by those few successful pranks, and ever since there had been a bounty of sorts hanging over his head.
It didn't matter to the old wizard though, as it felt good to use the teachings of both the Weasley twins and Sirius again. He hadn't really had time to prank anyone when he joined the army, but that didn't mean his skills were lacking.
Throwing on his navy garb and running a hand through his hair, the Commander thought his reflection looked decent enough in the mirror to leave. All soldiers were required to get to the briefing center before 0500 hours so that they could go over any last minute details before being brought to the launch site to go to Pandora.
Unfortunately, what Harry hadn't done over the last six months bothered him. He hadn't caught hide or hair of where all the captains had disappeared to, nor did the navy Commander actually learn anything to help him with the alien atmosphere they were about to enter. He was starting to think this initial launch was a half-baked suicide mission. There was still barely any data available on the moon other than a few environmental factors and the knowledge that there were natives living there. The RDA hadn't bothered to send another camera up there, since they'd have to wait six years before any data would even come back.
Shaking his head, Harry pushed his thoughts away in order to clear his head for the launch. His team would need him on this new planet, and getting brain freeze just wouldn't do.

"You're clear."
Harry nodded to the stoic security guard checking him into the space shuttle before grabbing his duffel off of the conveyor belt and making his way into the belly of the dragon. He had been worried that his invisibility cloak wouldn't cover his expanded moleskin pouch, but, just as the cloak had never let him down before, the machine didn't detect a thing.
Walking through the steel, cold halls of the shuttle Harry would be stowed away on for the next six years filled the wizard with jitters. He had asked if there would be windows to see out into the vast expanse of space or the earth departing from the shuttle, but the engineers he had spoken with outright laughed at him. He would be asleep before the shuttle even took off, much less during the flight, and windows were much less resilient than metal, so if he would just go back to shooting things and not bother the men that had actually gone to college, that would be nice.
The wizard just wished he had spoken to someone higher up. His natural aversion to machinery, from its usual explosive reactions to magic, had never gone away, no matter how much time he spent flying planes and driving cars. He had never truly had to worry about his jitters before either, as it was nothing a calming night of flying couldn't fix. The only problem now was that he wouldn't able to fly on Pandora. There hadn't even been a base set up yet, and any man waking up at an odd hour of the night could potentially find out that he was missing and raise questions Harry couldn't easily answer.
Turning into a room full of coffin-like beds with their glass lids sitting propped open, a chill went down Harry's spine, due to both the coldness of the room and dread. There was always a chance someone wouldn't wake up from the cryosleep, and Harry really didn't want that to happen.
He was soon distracted from his brain conjuring up scary scenarios however, as a cute nurse walked up to him with a shy smile and sympathetic eyes. "Hello, sir. My name is Nathan Grodou. I'm one of the staff helping put you all into your specified chambers. What is your name, sir?"
Brown eyes turned to a clipboard propped up against a slim chest expectantly, and Harry smiled gently. Natan reminded him of Hermione. He seemed like a polite, but no-nonsense kind of person, just as Hermione had been.
"Harry Evans Elner. E-L-N-E-R."
The brunette smiled as he marked off a small box next to where Harry could spot his name and turned away from the wizard. "Your cryochamber is right here in front. Have you been prepped on what I'm going to do?"
Harry hummed in confirmation as he thought over the fact that Captain Pitt's name wasn't on the list, absentmindedly slipping his duffel bag into a drawer underneath his coffin before standing up to maneuver his average-sized body into laying down on a squishy, gel-like substance that coated the body of the coffin.
"Good. Do you have any questions before I begin the process to put you under then?"
Harry pushed his muddled thoughts away as he propped his head up a little to make eye contact with the nurse and smile brilliantly. "No. But thank you in advance for taking care of me, Mister Grodou."
The brunette blushed lightly and averted his eyes, but nodded in response. "I'm sure it will be my pleasure, Mister Elner. But please, just Nathan will do."
Harry's smile softened as Nathan began to twist nobs and tap on the keyboard installed in the glass of Harry's coffin before the ageless man set his head back with a small sigh, closing his eyes as his body relaxed into the cooling gel around him. "Okay, Nathan. Harry would be perfect then as well."
The last words the wizard heard before a quiet 'snick' signaled that he had been completely shut out from the rest of the world were, "Then I'll see you on the other side, Harry."