Author: sKiTzO sHy VioLeT
Summary: Response to a fanfic challenge: What if Janeway, Chakotay, and any other crew member was transported to Hogwarts as first years during the time of Harry Potter? How did they get there? Remember Q? Q's son?
Disclaimer: Janeway and company belong to Paramounts, Harry and company belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling and Scholastic
Warning: If you haven't read every book, turn around now.
~*~
She reeked of cabbage. Cabbage and moth balls. She would shuffle around all day, barely fifty five years old but drained of all her energy. Her hair was completely white, her hands rough with use. She was always hunched over and she could barely hear. Nana Annie they called her. Nana Annie who could barely cook but always tried. Her hair was frequently found in the soup, and eyelashes in the brownies. But she tried. She always tried.
No one knew how, but she'd come into possession of three children. Michael, Patsy, and Anita. Or Mike, Pat, and Nita as they liked to be called. Odd little children they were too. Always muttering strange words, and playing with brooms. No one could figure them out. The neighbors always wondered about them, were always poking around, but they were always able to hide their secrets.
Come the time the children were about eleven it was time for them to go to a different school. When asked which school she was sending them to, Nana Annie would suddenly forget or seemed to find something more important she had to do. Everyone found it odd, but the shrugged it off because she was old and old people, they knew, were feeble.
And yet, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't shrug off this feeling. This feeling that something was wrong... Different about these people.
~*~
"Happy birthday toooooo youuuu!" Tom Paris's voice rang out as he looked over the candle at his wife, B'Elanna Torres.
"You really didn't have to do this you know." she sighed. Frankly she didn't understand this man. Always and forever doing things like this for her. She could go without he ridiculous blue cake that proclaimed "Happy birthday, Bella!" But he insisted, and the man was spoiled.
She blew out the candles as she understood the tradition to go and made a wish. Tom's eyes twinkled as he pulled out a plate and knife. He cut one slice, placed it on the plate, and snuggled up next to her.
"Hey." she protested. "Where's mine?"
He replied by taking a piece of the dessert and bringing it up to her mouth. The taste exploded in her mouth and it was the most delicious cake she'd ever had. She wasn't sure what it was. It tasted like blueberry but had a hint of mango. The candle light flickered and Tom brought a glass of red wine to her, bringing his own up to toast her.
"To us." he smiled his magnificent smile and leaned over to place his lips on hers.
This is promising to be a very nice night.... She suddenly felt happy enough to cry.
=/\=Janeway to all Senior Officers. Please report to the bridge.=/\=
She did cry.
~*~
"Hogwarts...." Pat marveled. It was finally happening. Here they were on the *Hogwarts Express* which was just about to leave *Platform 9 3/4*. A tremor ran up and down her spine and her stomach fluttered with giddy anticipation. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry....
Nita was lost in thought as well. All her life she had had the world of Hogwarts pounded into her mind. How Hogwarts was the greatest school, and all the great witches and wizards were formed there.
But she didn't understand what was so great about it. It was school. Just a school. Ooh so it turned out wizards. Who cared? Magic shmagic. She was much more interested in technology. The Muggle world was fascinating and she wanted to be part of it. She'd saved up her money and bought a few things. A laptop, TV, and CD player were among them. When she found out muggle electronical devices didn't work on castle grounds she was livid.
She pulled out her laptop, slipped on her headphones, popped in her Ani Difranco CD and connected to the internet. She might as well treasure it for as long as she had.
~*~
It was a red alert. At the beginning of this journey the whole crew would have gotten worked up. Their hearts would have started pounding, and their sweat glands would have started working overtime, but they were so used to it now. The other ship was small and dingy, the weapons modest. It was old, and unthreatening. Nothing about it would have made you look twice if you saw it in a fleet.
And yet it had fired on them. Why, Captain Kathryn Janeway had no idea, but they had. She gave the order for them to hail the small ship.
"They're hailing *us*, Captain." Came the response from young Ensign Harry Kim.
"On screen." It was so routine. She really wondered sometimes why Harry just didn't put it onscreen just as he reported it.
The face that filled the screen was all too familiar. They'd seen it many times.
"Greetings, Madam Captain." said the all to cheery voice of Q. "It's lovely to see your exquisite face again."
"Why did you fire on us, Q?" Janeway demanded, not wanting to get into it with him again.
"I had to get your attention somehow." he replied faking a pouty face. "You wouldn't have looked twice at this little ship had I not done that."
It was true. She wouldn't have. It posed no threat from enemies, it had nothing she could trade for, and it wasn't damaged.
"Well then." she continued, wanting more answers. "What are you doing on a ship? Especially one so..."
"Primitive?" Q finished for her. "Well you have to understand, Madam Captain, all starships are 'primitive'. I'm teaching my son, however, how to manipulate passing ships. It's quite fun. You should try it some time."
"No thanks." What did he want? He always wanted something.
Suddenly he was beside her on the bridge. Startled, she looked at him and in the corner of her eye she saw Chakotay tense up.
"Ease up, Chuckles." Q addressed the First Officer as he always did.
And then they were in Janeway's quarters. He had once again tried to make the mood romantic.
"Q!" She shouted in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you no?! Besides, aren't you married?"
"We're seperated." Q replied, appearing on her bed. "She just won't stop nagging. Besides. I could give you the one thing you've always wanted."
"You've promised to send us home how many times, Q?" she demanded. "And I've turned you down everytime!"
"No... Not that." his eyes held their usual playfulness. "Something you've *always* wanted."
And with that, she disappeared off of the USS Voyager.
~*~
Harry Potter sat at the Gryffindor table with his two best friends. They were in their fifth year now, so things were going to be different. He hoped.
But the thought of Voldemort being alive was always in the back of his thoughts, threating to burst through. He could be thinking of anything, Cho Chang perhaps, and sudenly the thought of Voldemort would creep into his mind. Thinking of Cho would make him think of Cedric and Cedric would make him think of Voldemort. Or he'd be thinking about the Dursleys, then he'd remind himself he wouldn't be living with them had Voldemort not killed his parents.
Suddenly the Sorting began, tearing him away from his thoughts. He saw three first years, two girls and a boy, grouped together speaking rapidly with each other. He wondered what the three could be speaking of so intently. They were huddled, so he couldn't see the boy's face, but he had black hair and was kind of short. One of the girls had beautiful blonde hair that reached her shoulders and she possessed a very non-emotional face. The other girl had incredibly curly brown hair that bounced when she nodded. Her eyes were blue, which was odd to Harry, and they had a look to them that made Harry wonder if she was really only ten....
"Anita Banks!" the name was called for a second time and the brunette first year looked up, her blue eyes wide. She glanced at the other two and they nodded, their eyes wide as well. Harry remembered how the twins told Ron the sorting would hurt, and wondered if someone had told them that as well.
The brunette walked slowly over to the stool, frightened, and the Slytherin table roared with laughter. That got to the young Anita and she changed her walk quickly. She held her head high and walked with a confidence that came with a person in power. And it felt oddly genuine. The whole Hall silenced. She sat on the stool, taking a shaky breath that betrayed her cool exterior for a split second, and shoved the hat on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it didn't take long for the hat to decide and she walked over to Harry's table. She looked behind her as the boy she was speaking with, Michael Banks, stepped up to the stool. He looked at her as well, and Harry knew they were brother and sister, but something about that glance....
He was placed in Gryffindor as well, and Harry could see they were sure their sister, whom Harry discovered was named Patsy, would be placed in Gryffindor as well.
The Sorting hat was on the blonde's head for maybe ten seconds when it screamed something that left trio of first years blown away.
"SLYTHERIN!"
~*~
"It'll be okay, Kathryn." "Michael" told his "sister" "Anita". "She's only in another House. That doesn't mean we can't talk to her."
"I know, Chakotay, but still. It will be tougher." she paused for a moment, thinking. "How'd she get placed in that awful House anyway?"
"Well..." her First Officer thought a moment. "She does strive for perfection. Perhaps the Sorting Hat mistook that for a Slytherin characteristic."
"That's another thing." Janeway looked up. "Hats that think and can read minds, brooms, owls that deliver mail? Is it just me or is this place impossible?" She stopped talking and smiled at a fellow student as he passed too near hers and Chakotay's conversation in the Common Room.
When he was finally out of ear shot Chakotay continued. "Nothing about this is possible. We're in children's bodies for one thing. And they're not even our young bodies."
Janeway shrugged. "Well, we're not, but remember, for all we know that could very well be Seven's. No one knows what she looked like in this point of her life. Not even her."
"True." he countered. "But if she was in her body, she'd have borg implants everywhere."
"Good point." they lapsed into silence unable to think of another thing to say. They couldn't understand this world they were in. Nothing about it was possible and Janeway knew Seven was having a hell of a time trying to process it all.
"I'm tired." Chakotay finally broke the silence. "Let's get to bed. We'll figure this all out in the morning."
Janeway nodded. It sounded lovely.