A/N: this is a trial run. I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan, as well as Star Trek. So, since my other stories have been well liked so far, I've decided to try

posting my very first fanfiction involving Data/Samantha. It's NOT a love story, and it has some elements of Harry Potter in it. Mainly the MAGIC, and

the WAR. The familiar characters show up in the beginning and at the end, but after that, they are only mentioned a few times. That is why I didn't make

this a crossover story. I am trying to prove that Star Trek and Harry Potter CAN work together, all it takes is a little artistic license, and some creativity.

Also, I want to point out that this story takes place in the century of Star Trek TNG. Other then Harry's parents' graves, there is no other specific year

that the series takes place, so, I'm gleaning from that. And please, be nice. I worked really hard on this, and it came from when I was in a very dark

place.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS YOU RECOGNIZE, EXCEPT SAMANTHA. THE OTHERS BELONG TO EITHER GENE

RODDENBERRY, OR JK ROWLING.

The sun shine was leaking through the window tauntingly in the drawing room at Number twelve Grimuald Place.

"The drawing room must be done before the end of the week, and I thought you could use something to do to distract you. We've done everything except

these curtains. Put that mask on and grab a bottle." Mrs. Weasley said from in front of the window.

"Ok, sure." Fourteen year old Samantha LaBreqcue shrugged, reaching for a mask and snapping it over her nose. When she took the spray bottle from the

bucket, Mrs. Weasley said,

"Ok, now, on the count of three, spray the curtains. These doxies will put up a fight, so don't touch them, just spray them in the face."

"This won't hurt them, will it?" Ginny asked, eyeing the bottle in her hand.

"No, it just paralyzes them for a few hours. Ready? One...Two...THREE!"

seven spray bottles went to work on the curtains, and sure enough, the instant the liquid touched the worn, ragged velvet, hundreds of tiny fairy like creatures

jumped out from in between the folds, into their faces. When they were hit, they dropped to the floor, their tiny faces screwed up in angry agony. This

continued for a few hours, and soon, Mrs. Weasley told them to take a break for lunch. Samantha was sitting down and

was about to pull her gloves off when-

BANG!

A loud slam from below made them all jump.

"Wonder who's here. Probably Tonks," said Fred, tiptoeing toward the door. They all cringed when he opened it a crack.

"-COMPLETELY STUPID IDEAS, DUNG! GET THAT RUBBISH OUT OF HERE NOW-!"

He closed the door with a snap. They snickered, knowing Mundungus Fletcher had probably tried smuggling some stolen goods into Headquarters again. When

the laughter died down, they sat and talked, waiting for Mrs. Weasley to bring up lunch.

"So what was that letter all about, Sam?" Ron asked bluntly. George elbowed him in the ribs. Sam had received a short letter a few hours before, and the

others were curious about where it came from and what it was about.

"Oy, git. that's none of our business. If she wanted us to know, she'd have told us."

"It's ok. Actually, I don't know. It just said for me to go see Professor Dumbledore tomorrow. At Hogwarts. Professor Snape is going to bring me to see him. I

guess Snape's got something to talk to me about as well."

"Maybe he's got some potions are something that are going to help your leg heal faster."

Ron suggested. Samantha looked up at him, with pity.

"Ron, you're half done your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you don't know the rule about dark magic? This was inflicted with dark magic, it CAN'T be healed. At

least the scars can't." She said.

"She's right, Ronald. I've told you that. Just like you can't App-"

Mrs. Weasley came in just then, red in the face, and carrying a tray of sandwiches. She set the tray down on the coffee table and looked at Sam.

"When you are finished, Professor Snape wishes to have a word with you in the kitchen. You were supposed to do it tomorrow, but Dumbledore just sent word

that it needs to be done tonight. Fred, when she's done, can you help her down to the kitchen?"

"Yeah, sure." Fred said through a mouthful of turkey. Mrs. Weasley left, and Sam began to get nervous.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Sam. I'm sure you'll be okay." said Ginny. But by the look on Hermione's face, she knew why Sam was scared. She and Hermione

were the only Muggleborns in the house. She quickly ate and grabbed her jacket. Fred helped her out onto the landing. When they got to the basement, Sirius

(Sirius is ALIVE in this story) came out, looking slightly harassed.

"If he lays one finger on you..."

"Sirius, I can handle it. Don't worry. Remember, I've been through worse..." she looked pointedly down at her leg. He patted her shoulder and went up the

stairs. The kitchen door opened, and Professor Snape loomed in the door way. For some reason, she never had any real problems with the Potions Master. She

was polite to him, so he never gave her a hard time.

"Miss LaBrecque. Please, have a seat." he turned and gestured for her to sit at the table. She sat, slightly out of breath, and trying not to cry out in pain from

her leg. A small phial was placed in front of her. She glanced up at Snape.

"This is a Pepperup Potion. It's normally used up at the school, but it's also used to help heal wounds inflicted by Dark magic."

"Oh, wow, sir. That's interesting. I didn't know that." She said, examining the phial. Potions was her favorite subject. Judging by the small smile on his face, she

knew Professor Snape was aware of that.

"I've made a batch for you, to be taken every day. It will take some time, but your leg will heal. However, the scars will remain."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate that very much."

"You are welcome. Now, I asked you to come down here for another matter besides this." Professor Snape pointed to the phial. Samantha nodded, letting him

know she was listening.

"Professor Dumbledore will be meeting us tomorrow afternoon, to discuss your guardian placement."

"G-guardian placement? Is my-?"

"Your family is fine. But Professor Dumbledore wishes to discuss something with you. However, I cannot discuss it with you today."

"Ok. I understand. Thank you, sir, for the potion. I really appreciate it."

Professor Snape nodded curtly and swept from the room. Sam sighed, and rested her chin on her hand, staring at the potion.

"So there really was no point in him darkening the doorstep of Headquarters, was there?" Ron grumbled, eyeing the potion. "And how do we know he didn't

poison this? I wouldn't drink it if I were you."

Sam rolled my grey eyes, and said, "Ron, knock it off. Professor Snape has not poisoned this. I've taken it before. And he brought this potion, which is why he

didn't wait till tomorrow."

"She's right, Ron." Hermione pipped in, sitting next to Sam on the bed.

"So are you going to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Fred and George said you were brilliant at the Burrow. " Harry asked, squatting down on the

floor.

"Yeah, and it'll distract you from- oof!" Harry elbowed Ron in the chest. Sam giggled,

"It's ok. Yeah, I could use a challenge. And plus, I've been bored up at the school, since Professor McGonnagall won't let me join anything that requires me

walking. I just got to find out when I'll be leaving."

"Yeah, I heard Professor McGonnagall talking to Dumbledore about that." Harry said, playing with a small pigmypuff on the floor.

That night, after dinner, Ron, Harry, Hermione, the twins, Ginny and Samantha all took the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts. The grounds were quiet when

they arrived, except for a lantern bobbing in the distance. It was Professor Snape. He let them in the gates, saying,

"Go straight to your dormitories. No dawdling." Theywalked up to the dormitory, Rubin, her owl, now on Samantha's shoulder.

The next day, after lunch, Professor Snape stopped Samantha on her way to Transfiguration.

"After this lesson, you have a free period, am I correct?" he asked. Sam nodded, shifting her backpack.

"Yes sir."

"Come straight to the headmaster's office. "

After Transfiguration, she headed to the Headmaster's office, like she was told to, and was met by Professor Snape about halfway there. Rounding the corner,

she dropped her cane as she walked into him. he reached out and grabbed her arm before she fell to the ground.

"S-sorry, Professor," Sam stuttered, hopping on her leg, and wincing as she accidentally put weight on the bad one. Snape handed her the cane, and held her

arm until she had my balance again.

"It's alright, Miss LaBrecque. I was on my way to meet you, anyway. This way."

When they got to the office, Professor Dumbledore was seated at his desk. He wasn't alone. There were three men standing next to his desk. A tall, bald man,

who appeared to be not unfriendly, a gruff looking Klingon, and a charming looking man with light blue eyes and a goatee.

"Ah, Samantha! There you are. I trust your lessons went well?" Dumbledore stood up, opening his arms in welcome as he walked around the desk. The other

man stood slightly to the left, in front of the desk, just watching politely.

"Please, sit. I'm sure your injured leg is not agreeing with standing for so long. Come," Dumbledore gently helped her to sit in a chair in front of his desk. Then

he pointed his wand at the fireplace behind Sam, and she heard the flames crackle a little louder.

"Now, Samantha, I'm sure Professor Snape has informed you of the discussion that is about to take place now?" Dumbledore asked, nodding toward the bald

man. Sam nodded, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Dumbledore seemed to noticed; he chuckled slightly, his eyes twinkling kindly.

"Don't be frightened, child. Your mother has made it quite clear to us that she does not want you in any danger, and she wants you to be as far away from this

war as physically possible. "

Sam wondered just how ''possible'' he was talking...

"I've...shall we say 'pulled a few strings' and now, a very well respected, kind, gentleman is waiting to take you under his wing for the time being." Sam looked

up at the bald man, who she now noticed was wearing a Starfleet uniform; she recognized the badge on his chest. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat.

No way...

"No, Not Captain Picard. He has come here in his place; He's unable to come to Hogwarts...you see...Mr. Data is an android." Dumbledore said.

"Uh, Headmaster, forgive me, sir, but may I ask why it is not possible for Data to come here with us?" The blue eyed man asked, curious.

"Mr. Riker, It is because of his electrical parts, he would not be able to function here. At least not inside the castle. He is allowed here, but for his own safety,

he must remain outdoors."

Sam knew already what an android was, but this made her a little bit more nervous; Androids do not have emotions, do they? Dumbledore's twinkling eyes fell

on her face. He smiled kindly.

"You will be very surprised when you meet Mr. Data. He is a very kind, warm, and friendly man. I say man, yes, because I cannot for any reason, see him as a

machine. But now I must send you off to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey has asked that you visit her before you leave, the day after tomorrow, to receive

your daily potions and another checkup."