Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Star Trek belongs to whoever it is that currently has rights to it. I make no money off the writing of this story and am only doing so for entertainment purposes.
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Prologue
They say in space no one can hear you scream.
Well whoever "they" are they're right. You can't hear it, but you can feel it. Reverberating in your throat and your chest. The pain, the anguish, the unbridled rage. I should be dead. Hah if I had sickle for every time that's been said about me. If you haven't figured it out by now my name is Harry Potter.
Now I know you're wondering "what the fuck is I a wizard doing in space". I wish I knew. Last thing I knew I'd just defeated Voldemort and collapsed from exhaustion. Then I wake up to find myself just floating here. Now you're probably wondering "how do you know you're in space then". Quiet simple I'm currently staring at Saturn. Well to be accurate I'm floating with whatever space crap that orbits it.
