Disclaimer: Eyy guys, I don't own Harry Potter or Star Trek! I own an OC and her counterpart that'll come into the story later, but that's not the point!
Lord Voldemort had some pretty fine ideals, or, at least, people pretended this when he was watching, though he knew what they really thought, because he was a really good Legilimens. Many people felt too threatened by Voldemort to fight him, but a lot were also intimidated and even envious of him. The Dark Lord had many servants who did his bidding and spread his views, and he was admired by many beautiful women. Narcissa Malfoy, a beautiful blonde witch with eyes like melting snow and silver, was one of his lady-friends, though her husband Lucius's usefulness kept Lord Voldemort from undressing her tall, slender figure with his eyes--or magic. Her friend, petite brunette Alecto Carrow, was also in service to the Dark Lord. However, the prettiest, most devoted, and most effective servant of Voldemort was Bellatrix Lestrange, a young woman five years out of school, with remarkable heavily-hooded eyes the most vibrant shade of violet.
It was a dreary morning, and there was no sun out, which made Lord Voldemort very happy. Bellatrix's presence was making him even more happy, as he loved watching her walk around Malfoy Manor with her hair, falling in soft, lustrous curls the color of the sky on a moonless night. As she spoke in the meetings, her full, blood-red lips were seen talking, but no one was actually listening, paying too much attention to her appearence, which was really alright. She was more than sufficient at getting work done on her own. Since all the men were too busy ogling Bellatrix in her tight purple dress ornamented with raven feathers, Voldemort had to bang on the table loudly to get their attention. "It has come to my attention," he said unnecesarily loudly, "That a prophecy has been made that calls for the birth of someone who is destined to kill me. Through careful research, I've discovered his exact location. The birth of one Reginald Barclay has just occurred beyond our atmosphere in a vessel known as 'Enterprise C.'" Bellatrix's eyes lit up, recognizing a mission, and she took out a roll of parchment to attentively take notes, her firm bosoms attracting attention as she leaned over the table, Nagini affectionately slithering around her feet. "Is there anyone who would like to--"
"My lord, I would be honored--no, humbled--to kill the boy," Bellatrix rushed out before the Dark Lord had even finished speaking.
"Very well," Voldemort said, very pleased with her. "Your Portkey leaves tonight." As the Death Eaters filed out of the meeting hall and Bellatrix began to take her leave, Voldemort placed a hand on her lower back. She gave him a fond smile, grasping his long fingers before walking out and leaving him with a seductive glance.
Little did she know, it had no effect.
The Enterprise C was already on Red Alert when Bellatrix appeared via Portkey. The flashing red lights and blaring alarm excited her and she scrutinized the nursery for this Barclay kid. Small children peeked over glass enclosements to stare at Bellatrix's astounding appearence: she was dressed with only slightly more sophistication than a hooker, clothed in a sequined bustier, poufy, layered skirt, fishnet stalkings, combat boots, and purple hair ribbons that matched her eyes.
Sick Bay was no place for such a glamorous Death Eater to stay for long, so Bellatrix figured she should get on with the mission and get back to Earth as soon as possible. "Crucio!" she exclaimed, drawing her wand and pointing it at a newborn child whose ID bracelet identified him as the Barclay brat. Remarkably, he did not scream, but sat as though waiting patiently with the occasional twitch. Instead, it was Bellatrix who screamed, as two blue men with antennae seixed her about the waist and carried her, thrashing and resisting with shouts of protest, into a transporter.
Though she struggled with all her might, the Andorians activated the energy beam, which transported her into one of the ship's shuttles, from which she was launched on an intercept course for Q'onoS. Her profane screams could be heard through space.
Lord Voldemort had not bothered to mention that the Enterprise C would be landing on Earth the next day. In any case, Barclay wasn't his target--it was young Harry Potter, who had yet to be found, though he could surely pull it off without the distraction of his groupie. He did not expect to see Bellatrix anytime soon. Though it was true that she was useful, she was also clingy, and she would interfere with his relationship with another woman.
As was predictable, there was someone else. Someone whose photograph littered Voldemort's desk drawers and nightstand, constantly reminging him of her hold of infatuation over him. Someone who was the embodiment of trickery and deciet, and who made up for what she lacked in physical beauty with a soul of pure evil: MOLLY WEASLEY!
A/N: Hehe, I left you with sorta a cliffie, but not really!