Voldemort's Enterprise
Chapter Four: Lord Voldemort
Lieutenant Commander Geordi LaForge escorted the Enterprise's new guest—who appeared to be uninjured—to sickbay, where Dr. Crusher immediately bade him to sit upon one of the sick-bay beds while she examined him. He was quite possibly the most peculiar looking human she had ever met, his skin looked extremely pale, his facial features disfigured. His eyes bore streaks of red, while what would have been his nose seemed to be taken up by two snake-like slits. He did not seem frightened as the enterprise's previous guests, but rather curious at his surroundings. He took in everything he passed with looks that bore his being impressed.
As Dr. Crusher examined him, his attention was transfixed on the instruments she used, and he wasted no time questioning her about them.
"This is a medical tricorder," she told him. "It allows me to scan your bodily fitness."
"And this is a hospital then?" asked the man in an unusually cold, high-pitched voice.
"In a manner of speaking," said Dr. Crusher. "It's a sickbay."
"Does it serve this entire vessel?"
"Yes… I see you realize that you're on a ship, we know you came from a different time, that you figured out where you are so quickly is quite impressive mister…"
The man looked deep in concentration for a moment, something about Dr. Crusher's inquiry about his name seemed to have momentarily stumped him.
"Lucius," he said as he quickly regained his composure. "Just Lucius my dear Doctor."
At that moment, from the other side of sickbay, Ronald Weasley, who had been on his side facing the other way, slowly turned to face the conversation between the new arrival and Dr. Crusher. What he saw made his insides perform a back-flip. The man who sat calmly on the sick-bay bed, being examined by Dr. Crusher set a wave of fear that made his entire body seize, his thoughts told him to quickly turn to face away from the man, but he was frozen solid, and for one intensely fearful second, the man's eyes caught his and gave a look of surprised recognition.
"I figured out that I was on board a vessel, when the black man with the curious eye piece identified the man on the radio as Captain," The man said calmly.
"That wasn't radio he was speaking on, our intercom doesn't work that way," said Dr. Crusher.
Ronald was still frozen with fear, looking directly at the man; again the man's eyes caught Ron and the faintest hint of a smile grazed his lips momentarily.
"How does your intercom work, if you don't mind me asking dear Doctor."
Dr. Crusher appeared charmed at being referred to as "dear Doctor," but at that moment the door to sickbay opened, and Captain Picard entered, followed by Councilor Troi.
"I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding this vessel, the USS Enterprise."
The man nodded congenially: "My name is Lucius, Captain."
"I need to ask you a few questions about your arrival, Mr. Lucius."
"Ah yes Captain, I'm afraid my arrival is just as puzzling to me as it is to you, I was walking along in a… well a certain corridor, when I found myself onboard this ship in what was I believe to be your engineering section."
"Mr. Lucius, this may come as a surprise to you, but I know about… your world," said Captain Picard said at a whisper.
"Do you," replied the man looking somewhat puzzled. For a second his eyes again caught the petrified Ronald Weasley, and gave a look of understanding.
"I've sworn myself, and those members of my crew who also know about it to secrecy, and let me assure you that you can trust us implicitly."
"I know I can Captain," said the man whose gaze suddenly turned to Councilor Troi. "Lor… Lucius always knows."
Captain Picard and Councilor Troi exchanged significant looks. Troi's bore and expression of great reticence, and she was undoubtedly signaling Captain Picard that this man was not as trustworthy as the previous two.
"If you would like to retreat to a more private environment to discuss this matter, the Councilor and I can show you to your quarters," Picard said. "That is if the Doctor deems you uninjured."
"He seems fine, Captain, no damage whatsoever," Dr. Crusher broke in.
"Very well, Captain," said the man as he stood up. "You may show me to my quarters."
The man, joined by Captain Picard and Councilor Troi exited the Sick-bay, leaving Ronald Weasley in his terror. Yet a new thought came to him following the three's departure. The man he had feared all his life had arrived onboard the vessel on which he and his family were being taken care of, and the only one who knew about it was him. It was therefore that the only one who could do anything about it was him.
"Doctor!" he called loudly. "Doctor, Please!"
"Yes Mr. Weasley, I was going to come over there and ask you something about our new guest, my scans reveal…"
"That man, Doctor you can't let that man on this ship!" Ronald said frantically. "You have to do something, quickly, he's very dangerous."
Without a moment's hesitation, Dr. Crusher pressed the communicator badge above her left breast.
"Crusher to Picard, are you alright?"
"Yes Doctor, why?"
"Is there any way that you can return to sickbay Captain with Mr. Lucius, it's urgent."
There was a moment of hesitation.
"Doctor is there any chance that this can wait?"
"I'm afraid not Captain."
"On our way, Picard out."
Dr. Crusher turned her attention back to Ronald who was now standing and producing a long, wooden stick similar to the one with which Hermione held Councilor Troi at bay.
"I don't know if what you say about him is true," said Dr. Crusher as Ronald was now half-way to the doors. "But it's better that we find out here than allow him to travel the ship, in case you are right. But I was going to ask you about something concerning him. My scans show that he too is empathic, that uses about as much of his brain as you do Mr. Weasley, and that there is an enormous energy field surrounding him."
"Doctor, I really can't explain right now," Ronald said as he exited sickbay, an alarmed Dr. Crusher followed close behind.
"Mr. Weasley, you can't leave sickbay!"
By the time the two of them found themselves back into the corridors beyond, The man, Captain Picard, and Councilor Troi were only meters away. Ronald's wand was in his right hand which was resting at his side. He seemed to be struggling to overcome the nervousness which had previously held him at bay while he was in bed.
"So, it's you," said the man calmly, his voice now seemingly higher in pitch, while his eyes were almost solid red. "Ronald Weasley, I knew there must have been some reason the Captain knew about our world. Been doing a little violating of the international statute of secrecy lately eh?"
"I won't let you harm these people," Ronald said trying as hard as he could to sound brave.
"Who says I want to harm these people?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley," interrupted Captain Picard. "But either tell me what the hell is going on or put that damn thing away!"
Ronald summoned all of his courage in order to explain, he knew he have to use the dreaded name of the man who now stood calmly, not more than three meters feet from him.
"Captain, this man is a criminal," Ronald said, his voice shaking with fear. "He tried to take over our world in my time, he's responsible for hundreds, if not, thousands of deaths. His name is vol…"
Ronald's courage at this point seemed to fail him. The man's eyes now burned with rage.
"How dare you say…" The man paused in mid sentence. "How dare you accuse me of being that… that… him."
"You can't fool them, Voldemort."
Captain Picard, Councilor Troi, and Voldemort turned to look behind them. Standing with her wand drawn in her right hand, and her daughter cradled in her left, was Hermione Weasley.
"These muggles are unlike any you have ever encountered."
"Captain, Ronald and Hermione are telling the truth, this is Voldemort," said Councilor Troi.
"And how do you know that Muggle?" asked the man intensely.
"I'm not a muggle, I'm an empathy, I can tell when someone is lying to me."
Captain Picard immediately pressed his communicator badge.
"This is Captain Picard, security team to sick-bay corridor."
"That won't help you Captain," said the man, who clearly knew that his cover was finally blown. "Your technology, though impressive, is no match for the power of Lord Voldemort."
"EXPELLIARMUS!" came Ronald's voice, followed by red sparks hurled at Voldemort, but with a silent wave of his wand, Voldemort sent the said red sparks hurling back to Ronald, they hit him square in the chest, knocking him to the floor.
"Stupefy!" Shouted Hermione, Voldemort blocked this curse just as easily with the silent conjuring of a shield charm.
As Ronald struggled to regain himself, six men—with phasers in hand—approached from behind his position. The leading man immediately fired at Voldemort, who managed to block the phased energy easily with another shield charm. Once the man withdrew his fire, Voldemort took down his shield charm, and began to wave his wand for another curse…
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green jet of light erupted from Voldemort's wand, connecting with the chest of the leading security officer, who immediately fell to the floor. Dr. Crusher rushed to this man's aid, while Captain Picard and Councilor Troi quickly moved away from Voldemort to take station by Hermione. Another security officer quickly aimed his phaser at Voldemort while Hermione began to wave her wand for a curse; the Phaser immediately flew out of the hand of the security officer who bore it, and into the hand of Voldemort's which was not bearing a wand, Voldemort quickly turned to face Hermione, Captain Picard, and Councilor Troi, and Immediately fired the phaser, hitting Hermione in the stomach—narrowly missing Rose—before she could complete her curse.
As Hermione fell to the floor, Rose dropped from her grasp, hitting the floor on her own bottom, causing her to erupt in terrible shrieking and wailing.
"Hermione!" shouted Ron who, just as he appeared to be on the opposite side of Voldemort from Hermione, Captain Picard, and Councilor Troi, he suddenly reappeared right by his now downed wife's side, while Councilor Troi picked up Rose. Captain Picard suddenly knelt beside Ronald and Hermione, placing his had firmly on each of their shoulders.
Voldemort turned to face the security officers, who were now bearing down on him, leaving behind their fallen comrade whom Dr. Crusher was frantically, but curiously examining. With a complicated wave of his wand, Voldemort sent huge jets of flames engulfing each of the security officers advancing on him. The flames did not quite reach Dr. Crusher, but she immediately backed away from the burning officers, now writhing in pain.
"Computer, activate Emergency Force-field, sick-bay corridor section alpha!" shouted Dr. Crusher.
The air that separated Voldemort from the burning officers seemed to phase into a bluish screen for a moment, as a force-field was activated between them.
"Fire Suppression system activated," came the computer's voice as streams of what appeared to be the same material used in fire-extinguishers shot from jets in the ceiling behind the force-field, and onto the burning officers, while Dr. Crusher hurled herself into the smoky substance to treat the injured men.
Voldemort had already turned to Captain Picard and was slowly baring down upon him.
"As you can see captain, you are no match for me, but Lord Voldemort is merciful, if you surrender I will spare your lives."
Captain Picard again pressed his communicator but quickly returned his hand to firmly grasp the shoulder of the downed but conscious Hermione.
"Mr. Data quickly lock onto mine and Councilor Troi's signals, and engage emergency transport to the bridge."
"Aye sir," came Data's voice as Ronald's Hermione's, Captain Picard's and Councilor Troi's vision of the corridor become blurred by what looked like buzzing snowy air. Relief came over Captain Picard as the Enterprise bridge suddenly materialized before him. Upon seeing the downed Hermione, Data leapt from his console at the front of the bridge and produced a tricorder with which to scan Hermione.
"Mr. Worf, Security alert, damage control teams to sick-bay, find that man!" Barked Captain Picard.
"Aye sir."
"Computer, activate security force-fields between decks one and two, seal off the bridge, observation lounge, and Captain's ready-room from the rest of the ship!" Picard also ordered as he sat down in his chair.
"Security force field now blocking decks one and two." came the computer's voice.
"Captain, Mrs. Weasley has suffered third-degree burns on the outer layers of skin of the left side of her abdominal torso," Data reported. "But as the weapon was set to stun, I am detecting no permanent significant damage."
"Thank God," Ronald visibly sighed, after which he leaned forward to kiss his wife on the cheek.
"Good, now Mrs. Weasley will you please quiet that infant, we need to concentrate!" Picard ordered.
As Hermione stood, helped by her husband, Councilor Troi handed her daughter to her; Rose Weasley was able to calm down in a matter of seconds.
"Captain I cannot find him," reported Worf in frustration.
"LaForge to Bridge, I need a secur…" Geordi's voice seemed to cut out as suddenly as it began.
"Engineering to Bridge," Commander Riker barked. After a second with no response… "Geordi can you hear me?"
Suddenly the lights on the bridge began to dim, a sound like fading music occurred signally a massive power-drain. Data quickly retook his seat and reported…
"Captain, main power is being rerouted through main engineering. I am attempting to lock the computer with a fractal encryption code." Data punched the keys on his computer console for a few seconds before turning on the swivel of his chair to face Picard. "Captain, I am unable to lock out the main computer, the energy our adversary is now using in the Engineering relays is not the normal electrical energy used to power the computer."
A new voice suddenly came over the intercom.
"Captain, this is Lord Voldemort speaking, I am impressed at how far Muggles have come since my century. As you no doubt know by now, your ship is mine. Together with my magic and your technology, it is not only the world we shall conquer, but the universe. Join me, and you will be treated well; refuse, and I will destroy your, ship the choice is yours."