Drachen sollen fliegen A Harry Potter/Star Trek: The Next Generation Fanfiction

Chapter Two: Waking the Dragon

Light…

…Blinding white light shining through my closed eyelids. There were voices, too, but I could not make out the words…

Am I…dead? I wondered. Have I died and somehow gone to heaven, or what? Not that I had ever thought heaven might want me, but maybe killing the most evil wizard of all times accounted to something?

I killed Lord Voldemort. The thought felt so strange, so alien. And yet, as my thoughts became more focused, I clearly remembered the flash of the blade, the blood.

How the hell had this happened? Had there not been some bloody prophecy that Potter would be the one destined to kill the Dark Lord? What had happened to him being the Chosen One and all?

The voices were still talking. I could recognize some words now.

"He is waking up."

"His pulse looks good."

"Give me another dose of tricordrazine…"

"His injuries have healed quite nicely."

I frowned. This did not sound like heaven, more like…a hospital of some sorts. Was I in the hospital wing at Hogwarts? Or had I been brought to St. Mungo's?

Maybe I should open my eyes…

I tried…and instantly closed them again as the light blinded me. There was something wrong with the light, it was too bright to come from candles and too harsh to be sunlight.

A hand touched my shoulder. A female voice asked: „Can you hear me?"

"Uh…" I opened my eyes again, this time forcing them to stay open despite the bright light. "Yeah…"

A woman's face drifted into focus above me. She was middle-aged and rather pretty, she had sapphire eyes and red hair.

"Good." She said. Something made a beeping sound right next to me, and as I looked I noticed that she was running some strange kind of instrument over my body. This instrument was the source of the strange sound. Another weird thing was in her hand, and she was studying it intently. Whatever she saw there must have pleased her since she smiled and nodded.

Well, good for her. I was far from feeling pleased; I was getting more confused by the minute. This definitely was not the Hogwarts hospital wing, that was for sure. And I had been to St. Mungo's before (twice, to be exact; the first time was when my grandmother died, and the second time was to visit Blaise after he had accidentally blown himself up in Charms), and this place did not look like the wizarding hospital at all. I had also never seen such instruments as the ones I had just seen this woman use.

Said woman gave me another smile. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel…I feel good." To my surprise, I really did. My body no longer hurt and I was finally able to breathe freely again. Wherever and whatever this strange place was, they had certainly done a good job in fixing me up.

"What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy." I said, and promptly cursed myself. Why had I not just made a name up? What if she was with the Death Eaters and knew I had been the one to kill Voldemort? Or what if she was one of those Phoenix order people and did not know that I had switched sides? Then again, if she truly was a Death Eater, I would probably be dead by now.

But there was no sign of recognition in her eyes, she just nodded. "I'm Dr. Beverly Crusher." She introduced herself, then she indicated two other people standing on the other side of my…bed (supposed that they had beds in this place…) where I had not noticed them before. "This are Dr. Grunewaldt and Nurse Ogawa."

The doctor, an elderly man with grey hair, and the nurse nodded in greeting. I looked at them, noticing that they all wore the same clothing: a kind of blue sweater with a black strip at the shoulders. And they had the same badges pinned to their chests. I wonder if this is some kind of uniform?

Now that the introductions were over, I tried to sit up to get a better look at this weird place. The nurse supported me, steadying me until I was sitting upright, until she was sure that I would not pass out again. I thanked her, then looked around to take in my surroundings.

What the hell…?

I had never seen anything like this place. The room was almost bare safe for a few objects rising out of the floor and looked like you were supposed to lie on them; looking down, I saw the thing I was now sitting on was indeed one of those, so they must be those people's ideas of beds. The harsh white light was everywhere. The walls were adorned with patterns of multicolored lights in some places, especially over the beds. I wondered why they were there, were they supposed to be some kind of decoration? Other than that, the walls were bare and smooth, and they did not look like they were made of stone. Instead, they almost looked like…some kind of metal?

I noticed that Dr. Crusher had left my side and was now standing some distance away from my bed, where she talked to a bald man. He wore the same clothes that she also wore, but his were red where hers were blue. Did the different colors signify something, like the different colors of the Hogwarts houses? By those standards, the color pattern would make her a Ravenclaw and him a Gryffindor. Well, just my kind of look to run into a Gryffindor now! Then again, this place was so strange, so unlike Hogwarts in every aspect that the colors most likely meant something entirely different.

I strained to overhear their conversation but they were talking too quietly. Then the doctor led the bald man over to me.

"Draco Malfoy." She said. "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard."

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Malfoy." The man said. His brown eyes were piercing. There was an aura of command around him. This was the kind of man who held real authority. But I had a hard time taking his words in.

"'Welcome aboard'? Captain…of what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Of the Federation starship Enterprise." He answered, exchanging a quick sideward glance with the doctor. That glance made me suspicious. There was something they were not telling me, I was sure. Not that I actually understood what they were telling me.

"Federation? What Federation? And what, for Merlin's sake, is a starship?"

"A starship is a ship that travels in space."

Travels in space, I thought, this is getting stranger by the second! I dimly recalled that I had once heard something about Muggles flying into space in metal boxes they called space shuttles', a thought that I found weird and yet strangely fascinating. But since a Malfoy simply did not concern himself with the matters of Muggles, I had never ventured to find out more. Maybe I could try now. Not that I had much of a choice, anyway, not when I had managed to somehow end up on one of those. "'A ship that travels in space'." I repeated. "You mean this is like a space shuttle?"

"In a way, yes. But the Enterprise is much more advanced." Again, this exchange of looks between Captain and doctor."I will ask you a question now. It may seem strange to you but I'd still like you to answer it."

"Sure?" What the hell was this starship captain getting at now?

"What year is it?"

"What?" I asked, now totally confused. What kind of idiot would want to know what year it was? I wondered if I should rather doubt his sanity or my own. "Well, 2008, of course."

Behind him, I heard the nurse gasp. The captain – what was his name again? Picard? – just nodded, as if I had just confirmed something he already had suspected.

And as I thought about everything that had happened, I started to have a terrible suspicion, too. A place that looked like nothing I had never seen before, certainly not in the wizarding world and not even in the very few Muggle places I had visited. A ship that traveled through space but was 'far more advanced' than a space shuttle. And they had asked me what year it was.

Am I…have I somehow ended up in…the future?

Feeling nauseous, I asked: "What year is it really?"

There was a slight hint of pity in Captain Picard's eyes as he replied. "2378."

And that's it for chapter two. Boy, I never thought it would be this difficult to describe the Enterprise through the eyes of someone who has no idea about technology or even sci fi. I think I might have given Malfoy a little bit too much knowledge about "Muggle technology"; someone who despises Muggles so passionately would probably not know about space shuttles, for example. Still, I don't want to make this more complicated then it already is. There are Muggle-borns and Half-bloods in Hogwarts (though not necessarily in Slytherin) and I guess they might sometimes talk about the Muggle world so let's just assumed that Malfoy overheard them. Maybe the Malfoys even talk about Muggle stuff at home, if only to make fun of them. You know, like "Do you know what these pathetic Muggles do now? They fly into space in metal boxes they call space shuttles!" or something like that.

On the plus side, I have finally decided where this story is heading. Also, I have decided on the pairing: it's definitely going to be DracoxData now.