Deep Space 9 3/4
hello, sorry about the shortness of the chapter, this is my first fanfic and i dont quite know where i'm going with this yet, will try to update on a regular basis :) anyway, please enjoy! and dont forget to leave a review, i wecome any feeback/suggestions
"come on! we're going to miss the train!" Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger sped through Kings Cross station. There had been a ridiculus amount of traffic on their way there, and the Weasley car had almost gotten hit by a truck. They looked like any other group of teenagers in a hurry, except for the owls. Hedwig shreed with distaste inside her bouncing cage, attracting strange looks from the Muggles, who started wispering about animal cruelty. "it's okay, we're almost there." Harry spoke soothingly to the large Snowy, stuffing a treat inside her beak before she had the chance to get another sound out of it.
they finally came to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, turning their trolleys to face it.
"what is it, mate?" asked Ron, seeing Harry's hesitation.
"it's nothing." His friend replied.
"What's wrong Harry? I know its SOMETHING." Said Hermione.
"well, it's Dobby." Admitted Harry.
"Dobby? What happened to him?" asked Hermione with concern, she loved house elves.
"nothing's wrong with him, it's just, well, he doesn't want me going back to Hogwarts."
"that sounds familiar." Said Ron, "hasn't he figured out yet that every time he tries to save your life he almost kills you?"
"apparently not." Said Harry, Shrugging. "it doesn't bother me, I just don't want to run into a brick wall again."
Ron winced at the memory of the time Dobby had sealed the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, he walked over to the wall, and put his hand on it, then through it. "doesn't look very solid to me, mate." He pushed his trolley through it, and vanished.
"come on, Harry." Called Hermione as she too ran for the barrier.
Harry paused for a fraction of a second, then tightened his grip on the trolley and ran through the barrier.
"Bloody blasted useless transporter…" Chief Miles O'Brien had been working on the transporter for over three hours, and was wondering if shooting it, or threatening to shoot it would help. He had tried kicking it, it had worked once before, but this time it had only sent him to the infirmiry with a broken toe. He didn't mind, it was an excuse to see his friend Dr. Julian Bashir again, and to get away from the transporter before he went insane. "I don't see why the wormhole acting up should affect the thing!" he ranted on.
"I do, would you like me to go into the equations?"
"no thanks."
Bashir fineshed healing the toe. "you'll live. my prescription is not to go around kicking technology."
"very funny"
just then, Captain Benjamin Sisko's voice cam in over the comm. "Chief, we need those transporters online."
"yes Captian." Replied O'Brien, as he hopped down from his seat on the medical bed and made his way back to the transporter.
"Aliamo tonight?" asked Bashir.
O'Brien shook his head, "I didn't make a reservation with Quark, I didn't know how long it would take to fix the Transporter."
"okay then." Said Bashir as he turned back to some kind of study he had been reading.
O'Brien stomped back to where he had been working, and continued to try to find some way to compensate for the interference from the wormhole.
After about another hour, he thought he finally had it. he put the transporter online and went to find a test cylender to see if it would work. But he didn't need to, as just then three teens with carts materialized on the pad, running at full tilt. Ron managed to regain control of his cart and watched O'Brien yelp as Harry Hermione slammed into him.
Ron looked around with a confused expression. "where the bloody hell are we?" me muttered.
Hermione detatched herself from the wreckage and also looked around. "This isn't Platform 9 3/4" she whispered.
They both looked at Harry, who stared back at them, as they all thought and said the same thing at the same time.
"Dobby."
