hello all! yes, my updates are rather erratic, i'm sorry. but good news is, you have another chapter! :D this little plot twist came to me about thirty seconds after updating the last chapter, i hope this is an okay direction for the story to go. i thought if i went this route, i could then have a pre-established parallel universe i could keep writing about in different fics. yeah, sorry about the one guy's name, it was something i kind of made up on the spot, if you have any better suggestions, i welcome them with open arms! either way, i hope you enjoy (and reveiw!)
A young Bajoran stood a reasonable distance from the newly arrived young wizards, so as not to attract attention, but to still know what was going on.
He swallowed. This was worse than he thought.
Harry Potter; A name that had been lectured at him for History of Magic class (would that ghost ever retire?) so long ago, a name now so far back in history it had become legend. Part of a culture.
It sent chills down his spine to think of history being turned upside-down like that. especially because of his family history.
He reached into his pocket and fingered the long, slender piece of wood that channeled his power, gripping it, he casually slid down the promenade, through several corridors, until he came to an airlock. Airlock 3, to be exact.
He pulled out his wand and traced the intricate Cardassian architecture, hiding it up his sleeve so it only looked like he was running his hand over the wall. When he had finished, he waited until there was no one in the corridor, and then walked briskly through the closed airlock doors.
He looked around, still no one. "Finite incantatom." He whispered, pointing the wand to his head. After the brief sensation of water being splashed on his face, he reached up and felt his nose. No ridges.
He reached up and removed the earring as well, then headed for the promenade. Or at least it's counterpart, anyway.
He ran into several more Bajorans, some Cardassians, humans, Klingons, Ferengi, looking for someone in particular.
The only thing was, he didn't know what she would look like today, or even if she had decided to remain a she.
He had just about given up his search, when he spotted a rather fluffy Golden Retriever sleeping in front of one of the fires that connected them to the Floo Network.
He walked over to it, "hello Ital."
The dog stood up with surprising speed, as though it weren't really asleep. Its front paws lifted off of the ground as though about to jump, but instead of jumping, the paws morphed into hands and feet, a canine face into a human one.
The next moment, a young woman stood in front of him, her crisp blue eyes surveying him. "Do I detect bad news?" she asked.
"Its… well... come with me…" he gestured her to follow him,
"Harry Potter." she whispered in disbelief, as they strode along unoccupied corridors several minutes later. "And Ron and Hermione."
"Why they're here, I have no idea. But the timeline as we know it could be thrown into total chaos."
Ital shuddered at the word 'chaos'. There was only one other person within a hundred light-years who was as OCD as she was. "How is my brother?" she asked.
"Perfectly fine. He's even got a girlfriend."
"Nerys?"
"Mmhmm."
"Well FINALLY."
"You should go see him."
"He wont remember me. That's what a memory charm is supposed to do, right?"
"You don't have to go as yourself –whatever that is-, just go as some random Bajoran. Besides, if the timeline situation gets any worse, we'll need somebody with your abilities. Come on Ital."
She fidgeted, tapped her wand against her thigh, sighed, threw her hands up and said, "You win, James Tiberius Albus Harry Potter."
He snorted, "one epic name, huh? I wish it were simpler."
"How about 'Unknown Sample'? Because I'm willing to trade."
Both snickered for a moment, then Ital said, "we should report this to the Intergalactic Ministry of Magic."
"I did, no response. You'd think we'd be key here, Deep Space Nine and Three Quarters."
"Should we take things into our own hands?"
"Not yet, not until we find out more. I'll have someone on their side keep an eye out."
"Garak?"
"Garak."
Ital shook her head, "Cardassians are far too complicated. How he found out about us I'll never know."
"He does keep a secret well. Besides, he lies so much that even if it did slip out, nobody would trust him."
"-Harrumph- good point. Well then." She concentrated for a moment, then a second later, a completely different person stood before James Potter. A young Bajoran girl. She pulled her wand out of her pocket, turned it in her hand, and said, "Kelpie hair. Considered to be an inferior wand core compared to most others, and yet… we understand each other…" she bent the wand, twisted it, and pushed the ends together, shushing it as if it were a nervous horse. The now misshapen wand quivered slightly, then obligingly turned into an elegant pin, which Ital then stuck in her shirt.
James's eyebrows shot up. "Ever consider teaching Transfiguration?"
"Sure, I'll teach you how to become an Animagus."
"I apologize for interrupting your very FASCINATING conversation, but I'm afraid I must inform you that another wizard has shown up. Dumble-something. More are arriving every moment and they are running rampant all over the station. If we aren't careful, the Statute of Secrecy will not only be broken, it will be OBLITERATED." Said a calm, bouncing voice just behind them.
James and Ital both whipped around. "GARAK!" they screamed in unison.