A/N: I suck at paying attention to time when i'm writing, really, so use your common sense for when events take place in relation to each other, unless it is stated. One of the reasons why John doesn't mess with time, too. Time is too inconsistent, and irregular for me to mess with when I'm writing. I'll try to keep a reference of when things happen, but I think it takes away from a story if I state outright what time it is between breaks in a chapter so it makes it a little more difficult for me, the writer. Personal opinion. Really just try to use common sense as to when things happen. If that makes sense.

And a slight change, I had made a mistake on the previous chapter, where I said that the galaxies would be named in alphanumerical order? Yeah, no, it's going to be in phonetic alphabetical order. And, the avatars have colons, and dashes, between referencing the previous generation. So, it'd be, especially for multiple generations: X1-Charlie-43:X1-Columbus-998:X1-Columbus-7:Xander

Oh! And I may change my mind about the Dr. Who stuff. Because, really, some of the things in the Dr. Who uni would be fun to play around with. Wonder what would happen if a Weeping Angel touched an avatar of John's… Some food for thought, eh? I know it's been bugging me constantly. Damn plot bunnies. So, thank the Angels that I might be using some of the Dr. Who stuff. Then again, they did make an appearance in 'canon' Child of the Virus… so… yeah. There's that.

Really the only thing stopping me from writing Doctor Who, is that I don't feel I could write the Doctor properly. Ah, well, this is my AU, so I guess it doesn't really matter if I completely screw with a canon uni..

That is a long A/N, an' I'm not sure if people would actually read it, but, yeah that's a lot. I'm going to stop now. Watch me do just that… now!

Wow, that was like a half-page of Author Note. I wonder if people actually read A/Ns anyway. Probably not. I'm not gunna lie, I usually just skim, or skip it entirely when I want to read the damn story and not something about the personal life of an author. And I keep typing, and I was supposed to stop. Such is the issues of not realizing that you are typing everything that pops into your head, automatically, and OMG MAN STOP TYPING!

Chapter 10

After the events of possibly the best time of his life, Harry had returned to the school life. Man, could his father be terrifying when he wanted to be, as he had silently watched as he had given a stern reprimand to one of his co workers that he had recently hired. He had hired him recently, so Harry didn't really know the man, but it was for the purpose to fill the last bedroom that wasn't in use. After that, Harry had made a mental note to never get on his father's bad side.

Back to school. Harry and Kevin's second half of the school year went by uneventfully, just like the first half, save that there wasn't a Halloween Troll to interrupt the flow of school life. It wasn't at all boring though, as they still kept busy. Over the Christmas break, they had asked after the gym, as they were bored and curious, and sense they didn't feel like swimming and it was too cold to go outside, they wanted to go there to stave off a buildup of energy that accompanied an active person staying inactive too long. John had then went on to show them how to properly use the equipment, and had shown the new co worker as well, seeing as he didn't know.

His only request for them to use it was to never work out alone.

They had wanted to continue with exercise, as they were getting cabin fever, despite the castle's expanse. So they did. If they weren't doing schoolwork, hanging out with friends, or reading, then they could be found exercising in some form or fashion.

It had went on like that all the way to the end of the year exams, and then they had gone off home like every other student on the train. They had absolutely no idea that it would be the only normal year they would ever have at Hogwarts.

At the leaving feast, Albus Dumbledore sighed in sadness. A sadness that was born from a great many different things, ranging from anywhere between seeing all of his students go home, possibly to rot their brain with a distinct lack of stimuli to the mind, to even the fact that he was out of lemon drops. A rarity, as they were usually owled to him weekly by the company that made the de… Anyway, that was not what saddened him the most, no.

He had placed a few protections around a mirror, which in turn was guarding a stone, earlier in the year. There were then a few attempts at getting to the stone from an old protege of his. His protege's name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, and at the time of the old man's sad state, was known to the large population as Voldemort - if they actually had backbone, like a proper wizard, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and the worst, Master.

When he thought about the way the various people of the wizarding world named the once promising student, he had honestly contemplated the intelligence level of the general public, and found it lacking. They reminded him of sheep; they were useless in all but provide him with some warmth in coulorful patterns when it got cold.

It wasn't the actual act of going after the damn rock itself, but more so that the whole exercise was obviously a trap. Seriously, who would place "defenses" that a first year could get by with a little light reading in the Hogwarts library around a supposedly priceless artefact? It was obviously a trap, and it was a major sign that his ex-student had slipped further into the depth of insanity, chasing the foolish idea that he could gain immortality.

Honestly, Albus thought that Death wasn't all that bad of a guy, really. Sure he could look intimidating at first, but really he was all sensitive bone under the tough guise people saw. They just didn't get a chance to talk to him yet and find out. It bemused him that people feared him, for no reason whatsoever. It wasn't like he chose to be the end of all things in their universe. If only people talked things over first, and didn't rush to conclusions, life would be a lot easier.

Now, Life on the other hand, she was a Bitch, and she deserved the capital letter. In his opinion people should fear Life more than they should Death. Albus secretly thought that she was that way because she was forced to watch all of her creations in the universe die due to Death.

How they managed to have a working relationship after an eternity of time, Albus didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

'Course, if anyone ever heard his thoughts on the matter, then they would probably label him insane, even more so than the level they thought him at already.

Back to Tom. He should have realized that the stone he was after was just a diversion to the real thing, and further that the stone he had retrieved was a poisoned fake. Not that the poison would do much, as it would only pop the parasite the tom had become out of the host's body. It wasn't like he wanted to kill the poor, stuttering professor that was unfortunate enough to walk into the lands that Tom's now-malicious spirit had resided, wherever that was.

When the feast was coming to a close, he had steeped his fingered together, his aged elbows resting on the table, and twinkled at the student that filtered out of the hall. And, his gaze rested on a particular spot of red in an ugly chandelier that no-one really wanted, but kept because of tradition. The fact that the stone had survived only heartened the aged man somewhat, glad that his mentor wouldn't have to spend another hundred years or so creating a fourth Philosopher's Stone.

Again, he thought it was stupid, but he let his mentor and his wife have their fun during their stay with the Bitch, while it lasted. It was only then that the thought struck him that Life had ingrained into her creations to avoid Death at all cost. It certainly wouldn't be abo…

The Bitch.

In deep space, at the same time as his kids were opening presents on Earth, just after John had dealt with an odd cube-shaped ship and subsequent events that followed, some more of its fleet had then popped up.

It appeared to John that the Borg was not done with him yet, and thought that with a larger fleet, they could deal with what they thought of as one small, weak fighter. It had completely escaped them that if a "weak fighter" had managed to take out one of their cubes, then pissing off the race would be a bad idea.

The Borg were quite surprised when instead of finding one small fighter, in the "hopes" (proper hive-mind based cyborg races like the borg did not hope, they examined probability, thank you very much) that it was going to study the remains of the cube, they had found a small fleet of the weird, unresponsive ships. If the borg had logically concluded that the ships were rude in not responding to a hail, as proper space-faring decorum dictated.

Yes, the Borg had manners.

And, normally they were seen as highly technologically advanced.

So, when a full on fleet worth of ships beat them to the battle coordinates, they had been understandably surprised when the unknowns had up and beat them there. Sure, it was probable that they'd be nearby, given the size of the first-contact-ship, but then the Borg were already in warp to the location. They were supposed to be the advanced ones!

Unfortunately for them, they had a "shoot on sight" type of stigma against them from the race they managed to piss off. So, John had, upon picking the new vessels up on his scanners, and confirming them to be of same make, design, and general markers as the first one he had "met", he had cut down the cube-shaped ships.

Fortunately for them, he had kept the two Spheres "alive", because he did want answers, and there was the off chance that he had just taken out "peaceful" versions of the Indian (If he was going with the Columbus theme to name first galaxies, might as well stick with the theme. So he would refer to first contact as Indian incidents when he finds another sapient species). He doubted it, as they had brought what must have amounted to them as a large force.

Upon finishing with all of the cubes, he was again hailed for the second time, only this time it was from a spherical ship instead of a cube one, "We are the Borg, why do you resist us? We would assimilate you, and you would be upgraded. We will become perfection."

At this, John couldn't help but to reply, "You are adorable. In fact, you kind of remind me a little of myself, in that you try to upgrade yourself by assimilating other sapience. Problem is, you are incapable of evolving past that point, you have to collect other sapience in order to improve biologically. So if you do manage to assimilate all there is in this universe, you will have nothing to improve from, and will forever be unable to get closer to that perfection you spoke of.

"Now I'm going to let one of you go, to pass on a message. You have now made your entire race become identified with a "kill-on-sight" order. So, it would be best if you don't bug me. I'm not all that impressed with you."

That said, he had then proceeded to turn mere words into truth.

Needless to say, he had been left alone by the Borg after that, and had them tactically retreating from him when he was in the area. He had, of course, taken out the ones that he had identified as Borg that grew bold and tested his patients.

Avatar X1-Bravo-45:X1-Columbus-5-Xander had run into another Borg ship, but this time, he had caught them attempting to do what they had tried with him.

He wouldn't let them, and he prevented it by way of finding upon the cube.

After dealing with the adorable yet hostile cyborgs race, he had taken a moment to scan and see the ship that the cube had attempted to take. The ship looked beautiful, and John briefly wondered what went through the designer's head when they had thought of the design. After-all, the only thing that really went for it was the beauty factor. It wasn't aerodynamic, so he figured that it wasn't meant for atmospheric re entry, but at the same time the shape was inefficient in both surface area and volume given that it operated in outer space, where there was three axis to orient itself.

Maybe they were a race with a higher appreciation of aesthetics than they were of efficiency.

He had then decided to contact the new race, to see what they would do.

The Captain of the USS Enterprise, Jean-Luc Picard , was confused. But he worked well under pressure, he had to with his job.

It was a normal day exploring space, when they had encountered the Borg. It was an unfortunate thing, but it was simple and straightforward. It wasn't confusing, just a very serious problem. Then, his immediate problem that was the Borg had exploded spectacularly in a ball of fire, fueled from the oxygen that resided in cube.

He had asked, "What happened?"

Data gave him an answer he did not like, "Unclear. There was a brief spike in energy fluctuation around the ship before the cube had been torn apart. It appeared as though space itself had torn it apart."

Then, his confusion was abated slightly when he received a hail. "Captain, incoming communication."

"On screen." With that said, Captain Picard relaxed back into his chair. Instead of the normal face appearing on the screen, there was only a horizontal line. Captain Picard then eloquently asked, "What-?"

But, before he could say any more, he was interrupted by a voice. As the voice spoke, the horizontal line had moved with it, and those on the bridge of the USS Enterprise quickly understood that the screen represented the sound of the voice, as there - for some reason - wasn't any video available. "This is Captain Ex One Dash Beta Dash Forty Five Full Colon Ex One Dash Columbus Dash Five Full Colon Xander of the Explorer Four Hundred Three. UPDATE: This avatar has now been replaced with avatar Captain Xander. This ship has been renamed to Voyager X1. You are now speaking with Captain Xander, and you have just encountered the Borg, are you damaged in any way?"

After a quick glance to the others, to the screen he said, "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We have suffered only nominal damage, and require no medical support. Captain, may I ask, what happened to the Borg?"

The voice, now identified as Xander, then chuckled. It said, "My species had encountered them before, and long story short is that they are now painted with a 'shoot on sight' type of deal. Sadly, there is no reasoning with the Borg I've found. And, from what my research shows is that they work on a hive-mind, so really one Borg is all of the Borg. Very similar to how my species works, actually, except that for them, many minds work in conjunction, but for my species, there is only one. In a sense.

"For example as I'm talking with you, I'm also in my lab on another planet working to help cure a disease for another species."

Captain Picard looked to Counselor Deanna Troi for an insight into the apparently new species they were conversing with. All she did was nod, a gesture that meant who he was talking with was telling the truth. The captain came to a quick decision, and asked of their mysterious tentative ally, "Why don't you beam aboard the Enterprise? I'd like to meet the one that saved the lives aboard my ship face-to-face."

Captain Xander's reply made his eyebrows rise, "Well, I have a few issues with this. First, I do not know what you mean by "beam", and I'm assuming that only a ship of considerable size like your or the cube, would have it. Seeing as I'm only a fighter/probe/exploration class vessel, I'm afraid that's not possible. But, if you had a docking bay or something similar I would be happy to dock with you. Second, I'm running low on fuel, and if I were to leave my ship on yours, while running, it very well might run out. It would be detrimental to both myself, as my ship is my food, but the ship itself as it needs power to refuel. So, if you want to wait, I'd be happy to oblige after my vessel refuels at the closest star."

Captain Picard accepted, and then they both went off to the nearest star. He didn't know it, but the Voyager X1 had beaten them to the star.

Long story short was that Starfleet had gotten themselves an ally, Captain Picard had been surprised that Xander looked like a teen boy - it took Xander morphing his shape to convince Captain Picard that he was an alien to him, and that he was not a citizen of Starfleet.

And when they had met, Xander had gone on to politely point out why it was idiotic for Captain Picard to invite a new species onboard when neither species knew about the other's biology, and could carry different diseases. It took Xander explaining to the other captain that he was a sapient virus, and explaining about that to calm the old man's alarm down. Didn't help when the ship's doctor found out, though, and she had told the man, in no uncertain terms, that he was an idiot for not knowing that simple rule in new encounters.

Apparently the poor man had forgotten, as most of his missions involved hostility and did not result in a peaceful conference between new races.

A/N: So John met and introduced himself to Starfleet, and became allied with them. Next chapter I might have more HP, or something from a new universe. Or both, haven't yet decided.