A/N: So, I tried to come up with a reason as to why Luna had black hair instead of dirty blond, seeing as her parents were supposed to be both blond.

(Spoilers: I do not own Star Trek and its various goodness, [and belatedly] nor do I own anything Riddick and Doctor Who, either. With the exception of a Doctor Who travel mug.)

I'm also sorry in advance if I get anything wrong for a particular country, and I probably will if I write about your country. This is because I've lived in Canada all my life, and hadn't actually been there myself. Something I would like to do is travel, actually.


Chapter 9

John was very curious about something, well, many things, but specifically he was wondering if the universe he was in had the equivalent of the Reapers, or if in fact there were Reapers and the Relay Network was intact. It was a curiosity he had to address, so he had sent out a few more Voyager class vessels, to scout out the Milky Way galaxy. He briefly wondered if any of the current human governments noticed the bloody spaceships leaving their planet.

He doubted it.

Regardless if they did, he doubted they could do anything about it. John had seeded this planet well, and he suspected the only way to get rid of him was if they had destroyed themselves in the process. Even then it would be a lesson of futility, as he had already seeded other places, and if absolutely need be, he could set up his main consciousness in Darkspace.

Seeing as he had, in fact, proven one of the multiverse theories, he had chosen to send a few other Voyager class vessels spreading outward from his original starting point. He had decided to, for the time being, make the standard to dictate the direction and units of where the other universes were by using the first one he had found as a base. He had decided to use basic three dimensional coordinates to refer to certain positions, with a scale of googolplex metres.

Using the center of the universe he had arrived in as the origin, John had designated where he had sent Voyager 1 as positive y, he had sent five others in the directions of -1 googolplex metres [Y], -1 and 1 googolplex metres [X], and -1 and 1 googolplex metres [Z].

For example of where he had found the anomaly that was the strange out-of-time solar system in Darkspace was at .0005*10^10^100. metres [Y] from the centre of his new home galaxy.

Speaking of the anomaly, he was wary of doing anything with it, because he had no clue what led the solar system to the state it was and he had sort-of promised himself not to do a test like the one that led him to his position in the first place. He considered messing with the out of time solar system one such experiment. He simply didn't have enough know-how to adequately deal with time - yet.


Luna Lovegood was sitting in the common room of Ravenclaw tower looking out of the nearby window into the starry night sky. She had a wondrous, dreamy look on her face, and she was playing with her black hair, previously blonde. She was writing a letter when her ink bottle had spilled over onto her hair, and had given her the idea to try changing her hair coulor.

She always did like the stars, and on a clear night like that night, they could be seen quite clearly. She had always been her most creative when she had witness to the vastness that was a clear night sky, but that night her quite ingenious mind was thinking of other things than the next jewlery she should make.

No, her mind was on the Direwolves that were supposedly at the beck and call of Harry and Kevin.

She knew the wolves were not chained to the will of Harry and Kevin, despite what popular belief was. She suspected that Anubis didn't belong to Harry, nor did Artemis belong to Kevin, and in fact it was more the other way around. She thought that the wolves had simply taken a liking to their respective boy, and had decided to follow them around and if need be, protect them.

While on the topic of the wolves, she had gotten the oddest feeling from the - she suspected sapient level of - intelligent animals. It was as if her magical instincts were confused. And of all the things that Luna had questioned, never was magic one of them.

These beings made her question magic, because she had taken it as fact that magic never got confused. It knew, almost like a living thing would remember, something instinctively. If she was wrong about that part of magic, then what else could she have been wrong about?

The mixed signals confused her slightly, too, but only for a moment. Her instincts told her that, somehow, she had gotten the attentions of the beasts, and that the beasts were impressed. But on the other hand, they told her that it was not a good idea to have the attentions of such powerful creatures.

The power part of them was strange, too, because unlike a normal magical or muggle beast, they only had a set amount of ability and she could discern that ability. It was what made her family so good at finding new magical animals, and living from the experience. They were famous for it. But with these wolves, they changed, and almost constantly.

She had met a dragon once, and she was happy to note that she hadn't wanted to eat her, and if she were to compare the dragon's net power to one of the wolves, she would say that the wolves, on average, would win. Then there was the moment after Artemis had killed the troll she had been delaying, and when she had taken the reading again, it was as if the wolf had added the troll's net power to its own.

She knew one thing for sure, though, and that was they were not wolves, not in the slightest. She didn't buy into the guise the "wolves" were putting up - acting like pet dogs really - and had seen past that, as she was wont to do. It was what led her to the thoughts she had had.

She had stayed in that position, eventually watching as the sky brightened, and it clouded over, probably to rain. Her mind was not limited to just the resident "Direwolves", and had wandered to a great many topics, and taken a great many different paths that a normal mind would not be able to follow.

Her thought process was interrupted when she had overheard a conversation nearby, "How did she end up in Ravenclaw, anyway? Look at her, she's just staring off into space! I'll bet that the hat just couldn't place her anywhere, even the "House of the Loyal", so it had to place her here." There was some snickering amongst the group, and Luna had thought it funny, considering what the Hat had actually said. It was a tossup between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, really. "D'you think she can even hear us? Or d'you think she's still in the land where all those silly creatures exist." There was more snickering, and some outright laughing. Oh, how children could be cruel.

"Hey Luna, are you coming to breakfast? It's getting close by, wouldn't want to miss it, would you?" It was asked by Harry, and she had looked right toward him, with her bright, protruding blue eyes that gave her a constant surprised look. Which she took full and unabashed advantage of constantly.

"Oh? Sure, I'll go to breakfast," She had said it in her normal dreamy tone, as if her mind was really elsewhere. Which, in reality was only half true. Half of her mind was working on analysing the situation that she had found herself in.

Harry Potter, wizarding celebrity, had asked after her health, and had completely ignored the group that was previously making fun of her. In fact, it seemed as if Harry was making it a point to completely ignore the group that was making fun of her. She thought it was an effective, and politely silent, way of letting them know what he thought of their actions.

After that, it was normal for the three to be found with each other, and it was a one-time saying that had caught them the Trio of Eagles. The rest of the first term had gone on uneventfully, save for the normal teenage drama that a boarding school from ages eleven to seventeen would have.

Harry and Kevin had opted to go home on the train for christmas, as it would be the family of three's first holiday together. Well, plus any of John's coworkers that lived at the house to work with John in his lab. The boys had taken to calling John father, and had been looking forward to going home.

Home, such an odd thought for Harry, as he had only ever had his relatives', or the place he goes for quiet. It was an odd thought, but it was comforting nonetheless to finally have a home.

He was brought out of his musings when the car they were in pulled up to the now-familiar sight of his home. It was an impressive sight, and the first time Harry had seen it, he had thought that they were lost, as surely they could not be living here. But they were.

It was Christmas morning when Harry was rudely woken by an over-excitable Kevin. "
It's Christmas morning! Come on, get up, it's christmas!" had been yelled at him, all the while the perpetrator of such a loud voice had then proceeded to jump onto his bed to try and get him up that way.

Kevin's efforts were not in vain, and they had brought a tired groan from the sleepy boy. "What time is it?" Harry's voice was muffled by the pillow, but Kevin had still heard him clearly enough. Harry had not gotten a reply.

With a very long, drawn out, and tiring day, the boys had collapsed on their bed for the night.

They had gotten a modest amount of gifts from John, well, compared to what Dudley had ever gotten, so to Harry it was quite a bit. He didn't realize that a person could want so much stuff as he had gotten until he had gotten it. The most interesting and noteworthy of things he had gotten though, was the invisibility cloak from an unknown source.

The package had been owled in from a nearby open window, in a blandly wrapped package, addressed to Harry. When he had opened the package, out came out a supposedly very rare artifact, or so his adoptive father told him it was.

But the most heartwarming of gifts the two had gotten were from Luna. She had made them both a little token of her appreciation by her own magic. It was an animated version of their familiars, with them switching from their "happy/neutral mode" to "Angry mode" to finally "I'm fighting you and you will not survive" mode and then back again to the start.

John had looked at the intricate charm work and had said that it was some serious work for a young girl to complete. It showed just how good Luna was with magic in order to do it in her first year.

Due to the magical nature of the gifts, and the restrictions on underage magic, they had gotten the gifts another way. That, and they had written a short, little missive thanking her for her creative, and wondrous gift. They had apologised in the letter, stating that they were not as creative as she was, so they had left that area up for her. They were limited in what they could get her, from reasons stated before, so they had decided on getting her something that normally would not be given as a gift. They had gifted her with full mundane-style (call them mundane, boys, not muggles, John had instructed them) creative materials since they knew she was interested in creating all different types of things.

Take her jewelry, for example. The necklaces, that the boys now refused to take off, for various reasons, but mainly it was something about friendship and whatnot that the old man wouldn't understand. They had also seen her create these nifty little radish earrings, and they had thought it was odd, yes, but in a good kind of odd.

And if Harry were to be asked, years later, he would say that that holiday break was one of the best times he had had. It was filled with wonder, and innocence as it should be at such a young age. It was also the only one of two that Harry had really had, when he should have had so many more in his childhood. He was happy to say that he had the chance of having a childhood at all, even if it was condensed into such a short timeframe that he had had as John's adopted son, before he really started in on the long process of maturing.


The Voyager class vessel that was sent in the positive X direction started to "see" different galaxies' light, which meant that the pilot had already passed them, really, and the craft then slowed to a crawl, in comparison to what it the velocity the craft was moving at before. The captain of the small, yet mighty vessel, was avatar designation Xander. The first thing Captain Xander did, whom looked like another teenage version of John's first human form, namely his original form, was enter into a galaxy, and further into a solar system. He had then set about collecting fuel from the star, to power his rather large reactors, and had then scanned the planets and moons that orbited the star for any life, signs of sapience or not, and finding none, had then set about scanning for usable materials.

He had found some, and then he had started to set up mining for the basic materials he would need to explore this universe

He had set his explorer down, named Pander, on the planet that was the largest with the most possible yield for the ores he would need to make more explorers. He planned on exploring as much of this new galaxy, and further the "universe", renamed to Sector X1, as much as possible. For simplicity's sake, John had named the avatar's in the different Sectors with something he could keep track of easily. Only the original avatar that discovered the universe has a specific name, and the rest would follow a simple format. They would be named like a hive mind would name its various "limbs". First was the specific Sector they belonged to like it was a rank, then there was the galaxy they were made in, then came their make number, then came the original's name. So the first exploration avatar in Sector X1 was designated X1-Columbus-1-Xander. In tribute to the ancient - to him - explorer that had accidentally found a continent in Earth's history and not realizing it, he had taken to naming the first galaxy he set shop in, in a new Sector, after said explorer. After that, it would be named in an alphanumerical way in order of exploration.

Of course, since this was only for John to keep track of all of the Blacklight Avatars without having to be creative and name them all, he would use the name of the original avatar to interact with other sapient species, so as to make it easier on them.

Back to the large-scale mining operation. Using the Pander's reactors, Xander had started in on generating biomass in bulk. Enough so, that he had to send the ship back up to the system's star to refuel. He had created enough biomass to create biological equivalent versions of technology for mining and ore processing. He had created the biological factories, and various hubs so as to specialise the materials to fit various needs.

After that, Xander had then created reactors with the biomass he carried, so as to run itself and create its own biomass. John had taken over direct control after that, and the Xander avatar had then left, to explore elsewhere, and possibly seed more places like he had for the one planet.

While the avatar Xander was exploring, the Sector X1's first biomass shipyard and general base of operations was churning out ships regularly, and creating more avatars to pilot them based off of biomass.

Strangely enough, John had not found sapient life in Sector X1 as he had in Sector Y1. No, in this Sector, a sapient spacefaring race had made contact with him. It shouldn't have surprised the sapient virus, as he hadn't exactly been hiding his presence, but he was surprised nonetheless that it had happened so soon.

It went like so, with his ship being hailed by another, "We are the Borg. You will be assimilated, and your technology will strengthen us. Resistance is futile." It was a slightly electronic voice, and it spoke as if there were many speakers, not just one. The way it was said, and what was said made John believe that the race he had received the hail were cyborgs. He was very interested in studying some cyborgs that were not Loa symbiote/host combination, or a Reaper. It would be interesting to see how another version of cyborg worked.

Instead of dignifying the cube-shaped ship with a response, and correctly assuming that it was hostile, John had made it so that a single Voyager class fighter ship had risen with a single pilot. The borg ship had correctly assumed that the small vessel was a fighter, and had fired upon it with weapons John had never seen before, but he was eager to pick apart later.

Using the onboard, and rather light in comparison to what John had, weapons, the Fighter had fired upon the cube, and it had immediately blown apart, with the oxygen the ship had onboard having fueled a short fiery explosion. John had thought it pretty, while it had lasted, as he always did when it came to explosions.

He had maneuvered some more avatars to the short battle area, to conduct a study on the new hostile race. The transport class ship he had just finished building, and was the only one in his relatively small fleet that was in Sector X1. Immediately following the conflict, he had started in on constructing a dreadnought class ship.

As if knowing that it would be studied, the remaining salvageable parts of the cube had then further self-destructed, making it all technologically useless for John to study off of.


A/N: A little longer, to make up for the last one being a little bit sparse, to my standards.