Chapter 1

Captain James "Jim" T. Kirk, of the Federation starship Enterprise-A, had a problem. One of several, which was nothing new, really, but this problem was definitely unique.

Just moments ago, Montgomery Scott, his Chief Engineer, was showing him a rather large, strange-looking, mirror that had arrived. Apparently it had been deeded to the Enterprise-A years ago, by an unknown source. Scans had shown it to be several hundred years old, of unknown Earth origins, but beyond that, it was just a huge, dirty, old mirror.

"What the heck are we supposed to do with an old mirror?" Kirk asked. "Hang it in the Observation Lounge?"

"That would be a good place for it," Scotty quipped.

"There's words on it," Lieutenant Nyota Uhura said, looking at the script around the edge of the mirror; it was currently leaning against the wall in the cargo bay. "I can't quite make them out."

"May I?" Doctor Leonard McCoy asked. "Spent a lot of years squinting at lousy printing."

Uhura nodded and moved aside to let him get close to the mirror. "The letters appear English, but they're either backwards or scrambled. I read 'em out, you write 'em down?" he suggested. Uhura nodded and quickly fetched a writing tablet.

"D-e-e-n-u, space, o-y-t, space, a-h-w-t, space, u-b-e, space, c-a-f-r-u, space, o-y-t, space, o-n, space, w-o-h-s-i," McCoy read out loud.

Uhura studied the words for a moment, then tabbed an application that made the sentence flip. The sentence now became "Ishow no tyo urfac ebu twha tyo uneed."

"Hang on. The whole sentence was backwards, like a mirror," Uhura realized. She began respacing the words. "I show not your face but what you need," she read out-loud.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Scotty asked.

Then McCoy glanced at the mirror, and his eyes went wide. In the mirror, where there had previously been nothing, was now a human female with blonde hair pulled back, staring back at them.

She was pretty, and wearing a floor-length green velvet robe with wide sleeves, purple frog closures, and green and purple plaid detailing. Her hair was pulled back and looking a bit messy, and she had a streak of dirt on her face, but that didn't distract from her pale green eyes, eyes which were going wide as if she could see them. She blushed a little when her eyes landed on him, and he couldn't help but smile at her, a smile she returned.

She called to someone, and a human male in a long black and brown robe appeared, looking at her inquisitively. She pointed at the mirror, and the man's eyes went wide under his round glasses and black hair.

She waved at them, and McCoy found himself waving back, drawn to the woman for reasons he couldn't understand. Then she appeared to reach out and touch the glass of the mirror. Curious, McCoy did the same, ignoring Commander Spock's words of caution, just as the woman's companion put a hand on her shoulder, perhaps in warning.

Maybe they should have listened.

There was a blast of light, everyone hit the deck reflectively, and suddenly the woman in the mirror was crashing into the storage bins and equipment behind them. Her companion hit a nearby console with a bone-jarring thud and slid to the deck, unconscious, breaking his glasses in the process.

No, that wasn't the problem, Kirk decided, getting up off the deck. Uninvited guests? That happened all the time. The problem was the long slender stick the woman had pointed at them, which she had taken out from her sleeve once she's stood up. There was every indication that she was protecting her companion, which would be understandable, except that Kirk had no idea who they were, or where they'd come from, other than within the mirror.

And that was the real problem.

"I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise," Kirk said.

"Nora Montgomery," Nora said. "Starship? What the hell just happened?" she demanded, her speech patterns reminding him of Scotty's.

"That's what I'd like to know, too," Kirk said, keeping his hands visible. "Right now it looks like your companion hit the corner of the console pretty hard. I can get my ship's doctor to look at him, if you'd like. I promise you, no one will hurt you."

Nora stared at him, hard, then nodded sharply. She backed away from her companion, letting McCoy come over and check him over, but didn't lower her stick.

"He's got a nasty gash on his head, but his pulse is steady. I'd like to get him to Sickbay," McCoy said, checking the unconscious male over. "He might have bleeding in the brain, and if it's left untreated, it could kill him."

Nora nodded. "Would a stretcher help?" she asked.

"Please," McCoy said.

Before anyone could grab one from the Emergency Medical supply locker, Nora did something.

"Grabatum," she said, waving her stick.

In a shower of sparkles and red light, a floating stretcher appeared. Then she aimed her stick at her companion, waved it, and said, "Levioso." The limp body rose up from the floor and, with Nora's careful motions, moved to the stretcher, settling on it gently. "Where to?" she asked McCoy.

McCoy glanced at Kirk, who's eyes had gone wide, along with Commander Spock's, Uhura's, Scotty's, the two security officers, and pretty much everyone else in the cargo bay.

"This way," he said, leading the way out of the cargo bay. To his amazement, the stretcher followed Nora, who followed him. Uhura and Spock followed, with Kirk catching up to them after giving Scotty instructions to have the mirror scanned then covered and put in a safe location for now, just in case.

When they emerged outside of the cargo bay, Kirk watched as Nora's eyes went wide.

"Bloody hell," she mumbled, looking around at everyone and everything. "Please tell me we're still at least somewhere near London," she begged, trying to keep up with McCoy, her robe swishing with her movements, her brown heeled shoes clacking on the deck, and her long braid bouncing on her back as she moved.

"I'm afraid not," Kirk said gently, following them. "We're at least several days travel at high speed away from Earth, if that's the London you're referring to."

"Several days travel?" Nora repeated incredulously, her stick going up defensively. "Away from Earth? Never mind where the hell am I! How about when the hell am I?"

"What year was it for you?" Kirk asked gently.

"Beginning of August of 2016," Nora said.

"It's Earth-year 2264, and Earth should be coming into August by now," McCoy said gently.

Nora raised her stick, mumbled something, and started writing glowing numbers in the air. It was a basic math subtraction question; 2264 minus 2016. The answer was 248.

248 years.

She gripped her stick that much more tighter. "Once we get to your hospital, or Sickbay, or wherever, I am getting myself a stiff drink," she said. "I'm assuming alcohol is still part of this world or universe or whatever?"

Kirk, McCoy, and Uhura smiled. "It is," McCoy said. "And I'm sure we can come up with something for you."

"Don't bother; I have something on me," Nora said, patting a slit in her robe.

"Strong?" McCoy asked.

Nora seemed to debate how to answer that, then finally said, "Very. Stuff's been aged for thirty-nine years in dragon-fire-burnt oak barrels."

"Dragons do not exist on Earth," Spock said.

Nora twitched an eyebrow. "Wanna bet? I've got a burn mark on my arm from a Hebridean Black dragon that says otherwise. Mean son of a bitch."

Then her companion groaned, starting to come to consciousness. He raised a hand to his head, then felt for his round glasses, which were still on his face, but broken.

"Bloody hell. Nora?" he asked, struggling to sit up.

"Easy, Harry. You took a bit of a crack to your head," Nora soothed, pushing him back down on the stretcher. "Let me fix your glasses." She tapped his glasses with her stick and said, "Oculus Reparo." There was a crackling noise, and the broken glasses were repaired good as new.

"Thanks," Harry said. "What happened?"

"Other than getting blasted through that damn mirror and you belting your noggin on a console, I don't quite know," Nora said. "As far as I can tell, we're safe, for now. One of the local healers is going to take a look at you, and we'll go from there."

"Good. I could use a drop of Headache Relief Potion," Harry said, closing his eyes against the bright lights of the ship.

Nora smiled. "I'll draw you up a cup of hot chocolate with a drop of the Headache Relief Potion in a quick bit. You just take it easy, or Ginny will have both our heads."

Harry laughed.

In Sickbay, Nora used the Levioso spell again to move Harry to a biobed and, with a wave of her stick, made the stretcher disappear.

"Fascinating," Spock said.

Harry cautiously opened one eye and looked at him. His eyes went wide as he looked around. "Nora, is there something you forgot to mention?" he asked as he sat up carefully.

"That we're on a spaceship, I think, called the Enterprise, that the fellow in the yellow shirt said his name was Captain Kirk, and that we've somehow jumped about 248 years into the future, and that we're about several days travel at high speed away from Earth?" Nora admitted sheepishly. "I was gonna kinda wait until your head didn't feel like it'd gotten smacked by a Bludger before hitting you with that particular bit of information."

"Two-hundred and forty-eight years into the future?" Harry yelled, causing McCoy to glare at him. "How the bloody hell did that happen?"

"Like I said, still working out the details," Nora said. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out what looked like a small leather satchel of some kind. She opened the satchel and reached in, after glancing inside, and pulled out a slender dark blue bottle with metal detailing. "Do you guys have hot chocolate?" she asked hopefully.

Uhura smiled at her kindly. "This way," she said, leading the way to a food synthesizer. Within seconds, she produced a steaming cup of hot chocolate. As she watched, Nora carefully removed the bottle stopper, which appeared to double as a dropper, and carefully squeezed two drops of the dark blue fluid into the hot chocolate. She put the bottle back in her bag, after sealing it again, and took the cup to Harry, who accepted the hot drink and took a careful sip.

"Thanks," he said, already feeling his headache starting to diminish. He glanced at McCoy, who was reading the monitor over his head.

"Impressive," McCoy said. "The swelling's going down faster than anything I've ever seen."

"Good to hear. Now what?" Harry asked.

"Now we figure out what to do with you two," Kirk said. "Just before you two came through the mirror, my officer translated the writing on it. It said, I show not your face, but what you need. What does that mean?"

"If I had to guess, exactly what it says," Harry said. "You see what you need, even if you don't realize you need it. How did you come into possession of the mirror?"

"It was deeded to the ship years ago," Kirk said. "Which makes no sense, because the Enterprise-A was only just finished being built less than a month ago."

Harry shared a look with Nora. "Could we have a look at the deed? I have some experience with these things and I might be able to tell you who deeded the mirror to you, and possibly why," he said.

"That would be appreciated," Kirk said. "Have you ever come across something like this before?"

"Not like this, but definitely something similar," Harry said. "I came across a mirror when I was about eleven years old, that showed me my heart's deepest desire. It was called the Mirror of Erised, and the headmaster of the school, where the mirror was being stored, he had it moved after cautioning me that people had gone mad because of the mirror, seeing what they wanted the most, but unable to touch it or take it." He smiled sadly. "He said it didn't do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

"Sound advice," Spock said.

"I think we forgot to do something," Nora said.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Proper introductions?" Nora asked.

"Fair enough," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter, Head Auror of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the Ministry of Magic."

"Nora Montgomery, Auror-In-Training for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with the Ministry of Magic," Nora said. "We're based in London."

"Captain James T. Kirk, USS Enterprise," Kirk said. "My First Officer, Commander Spock, Lieutenant Uhura, our communications specialist, and Doctor McCoy, our Chief Medical Officer."

"What's the deal with the sticks?" McCoy asked.

"They're our wands," Harry said. "I'm a wizard and Nora's a witch. Our wands help create our magic by helping us focus it."

"Different words and different wand motions create different things or results," Nora said. "It takes practice, lots of it."

"How do you learn?" Uhura asked.

"There are schools for witches and wizards, and we usually start attending them by age eleven, but most of us have some idea of magic because most of us are raised by magical parents or relatives, even though the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery prevents children from using magic outside of the home, or in front of Muggles, until we're about seventeen, except in various circumstances," Harry said.

"Muggles?" McCoy asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Non-magical folk, like you guys," Nora explained. "Witches and wizards aren't made; they're born."

"Why haven't we heard of you guys?" Kirk said.

"Because we have a law called the International Statute of Secrecy," Harry explained. "Are you familiar with the Salem Witch Trials and the witch hunts in Britain around the fifteenth and seventh century?"

"I remember there was a lot of religious persecution during that time," Kirk said. "A lot of innocent people died."

"The International Statute of Secrecy was signed in 1689 because the reigning monarchy, King William the Third and Queen Mary the Second, refused to do anything to protect the wizarding community when persecution started getting dangerously out of hand," Nora explained. "Since then, we've basically been a community within a community, and if you haven't heard of the Ministry of Magic, then it stands to reason that the International Statute of Secrecy is still in effect."

"That is a logical conclusion," Spock said.

"What do Aurors do?" McCoy asked.

"We're a cross between the military and the police," Nora said. "We chase after the bad witches and wizards and help enforce some of the more stricter magical laws. Our turn. What are you?" she asked, pointing at Spock.

"I am a Vulcan," Spock said. "Unfortunately, due to the nature of the time travel situation, I cannot tell you much more than that, until we assess the nature of your situation."

"One thing I'd like to know is how we're going to get back to our time," Harry said, getting up off the bed. "First things first; let's find out who deeded you the mirror and why." He handed the now-empty mug to Nora, who handed it to a woman wearing a dress version of McCoy's shirt.

"Wait a minute! You were just unconscious!" McCoy snapped.

"Yes, and?" Harry asked. At the crew's incredulous looks, Harry explained. "Trust me, I've had a lot worse happen to me than just hitting my head. The stories I could tell you..."

"I look forward to it," Kirk said. "As reluctant as I am to say this, we're going to need to confiscate your... wands... until we're sure you're not a threat to us."

Nora and Harry glanced at each other, then Harry nodded. "As long as we get them back. A lot of witches and wizards tend to be possessive about their wands. I know I am."

"We don't choose our wands; the wands choose us," Nora said.

Harry withdrew his wand from within the folds of his sleeves and handed it to Spock. Nora did the same.

"We'll bring the deed to you while McCoy checks you two over," Kirk said. "I need to make sure you're not carrying anything that could harm my crew on a biological level."

"That's reasonable," Nora said. "As long as you don't ask me to strip in front of everyone, we're good to go."

"Fair enough. This way," McCoy said, leading them deeper into Sickbay. "It'll be painless, I promise."

"Spock?" Kirk said, as he, Spock, and Uhura left Sickbay.

"The wands will be examined and the deed brought to Sickbay," Spock said, already anticipating Kirk's orders. "I will assign a Security escort to them, and guest quarters for the duration of their stay."

"Thank you. I also want internal sensors checked, see if maybe their 'magic' was giving off a reading we can track," Kirk said.

Then Kirk's communicator chirped. "Yaxley to Captain Kirk!"

"Kirk here," Kirk said, flipping the communicator open.

"Sir, I don't know how, but some kind of creature is in Engineering! It's big, it's fast, and it's mad, sir!" Yaxley said. "We don't want to risk shooting it because it's in some of the sensitive areas of Engineering, sir!"

Kirk groaned softly. "Do what you can to capture the creature and bring it to Sickbay for examination. If you have to, stun it, but be careful. I'll warn McCoy he's got another guest on the way. I'm on my way."

"Understood, sir!" Yaxley said, signing off.

"Curious. The creature appears just after Nora Montgomery and Harry Potter do," Spock said.

"You think it's connected?" Kirk asked.

"That would be the logical conclusion," Spock said.

"Uhura?" Kirk said.

"I'll warn the doctor," Uhura promised. "He's going to get a little cranky."

"More than he usually is?" Kirk quipped, grinning. "Nah, he was too busy making eyes at Nora."

"I do not believe that will affect Doctor McCoy's professionalism towards her," Spock said.

"Oh I agree, I agree, but it sure is fun to watch," Kirk said, still grinning. "He doesn't flirt very often."

Kirk wasn't smiling a few minutes later. Inside a cargo container was a yowling, screeching, fighting feline, one of the meanest he'd ever seen. A phaser shot, on light stun, only just managed to bring the creature down, long enough for Engineering and Security personnel to stuff it in a ventilated cargo container. Then it woke up and exploded in righteous anger, causing the container to rock.

"Holy shit," was all Kirk could think of to say. A witch and wizard coming through a mirror that had been deeded to the Enterprise-A years ago, and now this? This was going to be a fun report to send to Starfleet Headquarters.