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Here is the long awaited next chapter - woo hoo.

Thanks to XRaiderV1 for his Beta work AND for his call on changes to this chapter - You were right the changes made it a hell of a lot better.

Previously

Again the pain faded. "You are weak Potter, a half trained school boy and I have hundreds of years of experience. Perhaps I should just kill you now but then you wouldn't be able to tell me what I want to know, would you?"

Harry again tried to raise his shields but before he could pain once more coursed through his system. He was almost hoarse from screaming when suddenly the pain faded.

"Harry?"

Lost – Chapter 12

Romulan Warbird - Sevlar

Proconsul Neral looked in disbelief at the Tal Shiar agent Vorak. "This is ludicrous Vorak. Strange powers, magic it reads like a work of fiction."

"I assure you Proconsul that the Tal Shiar is not trying to be humorous. This Kihra'eri organisation has been gathering resources and personal for nearly a decade. We have been working on getting an agent in place but have not managed to achieve this." Vorak looked almost pained at the admission.

"So these Kihra'eri have infiltrated the government?"

Vorak nodded, "We believe several senators have been compromised. The Tal Shiar is monitoring the situation."

"So my diplomatic mission to the Protaxi?"

"A necessary fiction Proconsul," Vorak handed over a data pad.

Neral looked at the images on the pad in surprise. "What does Starfleet have to do with this?"

"We believe that a number of incidents in Federation space have also been the work of the Kihra'eri or their allies. I have given you my full analysis of the situation."

As he read Neral's eyes grew wide and then his expression darkened. "The fools, do they wish a war with the Federation and their Allies, how did we come by this information Vorak?"

"We have an agent on the staff of Senator Velnar."

"You trust this agent?"

"No proconsul but then I trust no one, not even myself."

"If you agent is correct the Senator is a traitor of the highest order. I can understand your desire to question him. I am puzzled however by the need for my presence."

Vorak gestured at the pad in Neral's hands, "Proconsul if our fears are proven true then we may need to continue on to this Tal Sigma 5. I am sure having the Proconsul of the Romulan Empire on board will be of vast assistance as we unravel this plot."

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USS Enterprise – Sick Bay

For a moment Harry escaped then suddenly he was back drifting in dreamscape. Had it really been counsellor Troi, he was trying to will himself awake when he felt a dark presence. Even as he desperately tried to muster some sort of defence he knew it was too late.

"Harry Potter, you can't escape me," hissed Voldemort.

"Get out'" screamed Harry.

"Now, now boy treat your betters with respect, perhaps a little pain…"

Harry screamed as pain every bit as terrible as the pain curse struck him.

"No one can protect you boy."

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Harry was not responding to anything the medical or scientific staff could think of, he had been semi-conscious briefly on arrival but had soon lapsed in to a dream state where whatever was happening to him to cause the convulsions seemed to continue. Eventually it had taken a large dose of sedatives and what Dr Crusher had referred to as neural inhibiting drugs to sedate him.

Sirius had arrived and was sitting alongside Harry as Dr Crusher and Picard watched from the CMO's office.

"Have you managed to determine what occurred?" asked Picard.

"No although I suspect we might get some more pieces of the puzzle from Harry when the sedatives work their way out of his system."

"What do we know?"

"Deanna was on her way to a counselling session when she heard Harry screaming from the corridor outside his quarters. As soon as she entered Harry slumped to the floor clutching his head, we beamed him directly to sick bay but he collapsed seconds after he arrived."

"So Deanna didn't see anything or anyone suspicious?"

"No and the ships security sensors didn't show anything unusual," Dr Crusher gestured at her monitor. "You can see that the new scans show that Mister Potter is projecting a fair amount of ambient energy but is that enough to explain his collapse, well that I don't know."

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Harry awoke several hours later with nothing to show for his experience save a slight headache. A pale and worried Sirius paused his pacing to run his fingers through his hair, "You are sure it was Voldemort?"

Harry winced at the memory, "Yes I'm bloody sure, how Sirius, how can the bastard still be alive?"

Sirius shrugged as he replied, "I'm sure there are ways but I'm no expert on dark magic. If it was Voldemort then we need to let everyone know that the danger just stepped up several bloody notches."

"Do you think he followed us back?" asked Harry in an almost whisper.

Sirius paused to look down at his Godson, "I hope not but the way he said 'after all this time' well, that tells me he's been here a while so I doubt it."

Harry looked down at his hands as he replied, "Merlin I hope you're right Sirius."

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USS Enterprise – Conference Room A

"So you believe that this Voldemort is the same being that you faced in the twentieth century?" asked Picard.

Harry shrugged, "It sounded like him and well, he attacked me in my mind, there aren't many people I know who could do that and know what Voldemort sounded like."

Riker sat back in his chair as he thought through Harry's report and formed his questions, "Harry you said he claimed he needed you for information?"

Harry nodded and Riker stroked his beard for a moment before turning to face Troi, "Deanna you didn't sense anything?"

Deanna shook her head and Riker turned back to Harry. "Can you think of anything, anything at all that you know that this Voldemort might need or want to know?"

As Harry shook his head Doctor Crusher leaned forward, "What if he wants to know how Harry and Sirius arrived. You reported that he was the leader of a terrorist organisation, perhaps he is searching for a way to get reinforcements."

"Just what we need," muttered Sirius. "Bloody Death Eaters running about."

Data had been watching the interplay without comment as he considered the information available and constructed a hypothesis. "If we are to assume that this Voldemort has somehow survived from the twentieth century to the present to form an alliance with the Romulans then we need to uncover his motives. No rational being acts without motivation, even if they are inexplicable to others."

Sirius shrugged, "Okay but that doesn't help us understand what the bastard wants. Knowing the way he was in the past I'd guess he'd be aiming for galactic domination although…"

"Although?" prompted Riker.

"Although if he was out to rule the world or whatever why haven't you heard anything? I mean he was always an arrogant bastard. If he's been hanging around all this time surely someone would have known," explained Sirius.

"That's a good point. An extremely amoral terrorist who has apparently somehow survived all this time without being detected by, well by someone? I find that hard to believe," added La Forge.

Picard mused over the facts before turning to his 2nd officer, "Mister Data please conduct as extensive a search as you can in the Starfleet and Federation databases. I'm looking for any reference that could help us determine where this Voldemort has been hiding out. He had to have been somewhere and he doesn't sound like the type to lay low."

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Dr Crusher watched La Forge conduct another test with the same negative result.

"It doesn't make any sense," grumbled the engineer. "I mean we can measure the energy but they don't seem to have any of the capacity to…to shape it as Harry and Sirius do."

"Perhaps they simply need training in how to access their power," offered Dr Crusher.

La Forge shook his head, "Maybe these results look like there are infused with the energy but something is blocking their ability to use it. I don't know what else to do here. We know how to measure it and we are learning how it works but that isn't helping us understand why the crew who have it can't access it."

"I'm sure you'll work it out Geordi," replied Dr Crusher as she studied the related medical reports.

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"So I can't use any of your abilities?" asked Emma with a downcast expression.

Harry reached out and took Emma's hand, "We don't know why your core isn't working but Doctor Crusher and Commander La Forge are working on it. I'm sure that they'll work it out."

"I know it was just exciting to find out I was like you, it was like I was a bigger part of your world," explained Emma with a slight blush colouring her cheeks.

Harry gave her hand another squeeze and sat up to kiss Emma's cheek, "I like you Emma so you don't need magic to impress me."

"Hmmm you must be easily impressed or that head injury is worse that Doctor Crusher thought."

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"Are you serious Data?"

Data tilted his head slightly as he considered his Captains question. Deciding it was a question he answered, "Yes Captain."

"This Voldemort has been popping up in records for the last hundred years and not once did he come to the attention of the authorities?"

"It would be more correct to say that there have been numerous references that fit the parameters of my search. Specifically I looked for unexplained deaths. I used the description of the effects of the killing curse as a search parameter. Filtering out any matched that could be explained by unknown medical conditions. We are left with a string of deaths starting ninety-eight years ago. The unexplained deaths are best viewed on a map plotted by their suspected timeframes."

Data manipulated the monitor to show a map of the quadrant. A red line connected a number of red dots that lead from Earth to Starbase 718.

Picard studied the star map and Data's trail of murders. It looked like they had their timeframe.

"Data please organise a conference with all senior personnel. I would like Mister Black and the Klingons to be present as well."

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USS Enterprise – Conference Room A

Conference room A was full when the Captains of the Enterprise, Shepparton and Kaveth Nar walked in together. All three were deep in conversation.

Picard reached the head of the table and raised his voice slightly, "Please everyone take your seats."

Around the table the large group settled in to their seats.

"I am sure you are all aware of just how unique and dangerous a situation we have developing around us. All three ships have been working on projects around this situation. Shortly I will ask each section head to report on their progress. Before that I would like Lieutenant Commander Data to walk everyone through some pertinent information."

Thirty minutes later the conference room was silent. The first to break the silence was D'Mek.

"So the QI'yaH behind this has been working his way across the quadrant for the last hundred years. How can he be alive after all these centuries?"

McKay from the Shepparton looked up from where she had been taking notes on her pad. "A clone perhaps or some other artificial construct?"

Sirius looked pale as he leaned forward, "Voldemort has survived as a disembodied spirit in the past. Perhaps he possessed someone."

The Vulcan T'rell looked intrigued, "There are numerous instances in Starfleet records of similar events. I am curious as to how an Earth born human could achieve it."

Riker cleared his throat, "So why the Romulans?"

Sirius shrugged, "Voldemort is a power hungry bastard but he is a master manipulator. Who knows what shite he's promised the Romulans. He promised his Death Eaters everything."

Picard shook his head. "We are missing too many pieces in this puzzle. But we know more than we did. There was a string of what we now know were murders. From the records it looks like someone was gathering information. Perhaps one of those officers gave him information that led to the Romulans."

"We know that he has apparently allied himself with at least one group of Romulans and Humans. We know that they are using similar powers to Mister Black and his godson. We also know that something on Tal Sigma 5 was so important that our quarry risked exposure and potentially war with the Federation and the Klingon Empire to bury it."

Hayes leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "But are the answers on Tal Sigma 5 or are Mister Black and Master Potter the answer?"

Picard looked over at his fellow Captain, "What do you mean Jordan?"

"We've been kicking around the magic thing but let's not forget that Sirius and Harry had to have come to the future from their time. In their time magic was common….well more common. Could it be that this Voldemort is looking for reinforcements or to stop us getting any?"

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SS Sorbel

"I've got three ships on long range scanners travelling at warp 6. They are intersecting our course shortly and they are on a direct route to the Tal Sigma system," reported John Culloven from his position at the combined helm and operations console.

Bryce Culloven patted his nephew on the shoulder and ordered all stop. As the ship slowed he walked the two steps to activate the communications panel.

"This is the Merchant vessel Sorbel. I have an urgent priority message for Captain Picard. I request an immediate rendezvous at the following co-ordinates." Bryce Culloven looked over and then typed in the co-ordinates directly from the helm.

"Computer please continue to send on channel designated Starfleet 1."

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USS Enterprise

Picard gestured for Worf to open a channel, "Sorbel this is Enterprise. You are currently broadcasting on a secure Starfleet channel."

The view screen suddenly displayed an image of Commodore Bryce Culloven. "Damn right Jean-Luc. Now would it be possible to come aboard before this bucket of bolts falls apart. We've really been pushing our engines to catch you."

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Romulan Warbird-Sevlar

"Such treachery, it defies belief," Neral sipped his Romulan ale. Whether to clear his nostrils of the smell of burnt flesh or to calm his nerves was unclear, even to him self.

"More worrying to my mind Proconsul is that these Kihra'eri are real. That they have involved our neighbours is bad enough but to think that they have hidden their existence from the senate is….wasteful. Imagine what we could have done if these powers could have been used for the good of the Empire."

"A pity Velnar knew so little. Perhaps it would have been better to have questioned him more thoroughly." The Proconsul offered a subtle rebuke to the intelligence agent.

Vorak inclined his head slightly acknowledging the point. "I agree that it was unfortunate but leaving him alive even in the short term would be foolish. We have no idea exactly what these traitors are capable of."

"We must be careful reporting to the senate. It would not be wise to give our quarry any more warning. If we are lucky this will be viewed exactly as we prepared it. An unfortunate accident, such a sad loss of a ship, with all hands of course."

"Of course," agreed Neral.

Vorak bowed, "I will let the Commander know to set a course for the Neutral zone."

As the Sevlar soon went to warp it left behind a rapidly expanding field of debris.

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USS Enterprise – Captains Ready Room

Picard shook the extended hand and gestured toward the seat set in front of his Ready room seat. "It's good to see you Bryce."

"Pleasantries later Jean-Luc, first tell me everything you know about the situation."

Picard nodded and summoned Data to his ready room. A moment later Data entered the Ready room. "Commodore you know Lieutenant Commander Data?"

Culloven inclined his head, "We've met good to see you again Mister Data."

"Commodore Bryce it is good to see you again."

"Data please bring Commodore Culloven up to date on everything we know."

An hour later Culloven dismissed Data and sat rubbing at his temples in frustration. "Jean-Luc when I got your message about Timothy Zoran it was the final straw. I and a few others had already had suspicions about something happening within intelligence. I don't believe in coincidence and the fact that Tim, S'veer and I had been working together….well lets just say that I was out of my office in minutes and off world within the hour."

Picard sat back heavily in his chair, "Putain de merde."

Culloven smiled tightly, "That has to be the first time I've ever heard you curse Jean-Luc."

"I think it's warranted."

"True. Do you think we can trust the Klingons?"

"Yes, "replied Picard. Culloven notice the absence of a pause.

Culloven looked relieved, "Good, now what of our time travellers?"

"Again yes although the question is wether they can trust us."

"Considering what you have told me I'm not surprised. We can work on building trust Jean-Luc. Right now their willingness to work with us speaks highly of them. Okay Captain could you organise a conference with all concerned. I think it's time I met them all."

Picard acknowledged his orders with a nod.

Culloven smiled, "Don't worry Jean-Luc I won't be taking over the mission. I'm thinking more along the lines of calling in some favours from some of my trustworthy contacts out there. The one thing we are missing here is the Romulan perspective. I've been studying the Romulans as a potential threat for years. In doing so I've built up a lot of connections. Hell I even know a few of their more moderate diplomats. I think I might be able to get us some information."

Picard looked taken back at that.

"I can see that shocked you Jean-Luc. I'm not saying that I trust them but rather that I trust them to do what's best for them selves. The Romulan senate is not run by fools. They don't want a war any more than we do."

"And yet here we are Commodore," commented Picard.

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Unnamed Romulan Moon – Alpha Base

The Master gestured for Revak Sull to speak.

"Master Senator Velnar's ship has been reported lost by our observers."

The Master's voice was cold when he spoke, "How?"

Revak Sull shook his head, "Our scout ship doesn't know master. They arrived to find a massive debris field at the prearranged co-ordinates."

The Master was motionless and silent for a few moments before slowly rising to his feet. "This is an unforeseen setback. It seems Black and Potter's luck is holding. Gather the brethren Revak and prepare my ship. The portal must be destroyed lest our enemies learn how to use it. While I am gone begin transferring everything to the new location."

Revak nodded, "Yes Master I will begin immediately."

As Revak backed out of the room the Master's mouth curled in to a sneer. Fools all of them, weak willed fools. He had not survived all this time by relying on others. The being once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle had survived these many centuries by making sure his power could not be opposed. He had in his youth discovered the secret to immortality and had been strong enough to seize that opportunity. Then he had been unaccountably defeated by a spell so old that he had not even considered it. A moment's laxity had cost him his mortal shell. It had been a valuable lesson.

Later he had regained a more powerful, magically enhanced body but that too proved transient. Then Potter had disappeared through the veil.

It had been like Mana from heaven. The wizarding world had all but capitulated. All save Dumbledore and his followers. For a time his power grew and grew and then another unlooked for defeat. Dumbledore had found out about his deepest secret.

Horcrux

The Headmaster of Hogwarts had systematically destroyed all his carefully hidden Horcrux. Then finally after years of fighting he was disembodied once more having fallen to Albus Dumbledore though it had cost his former teacher his life to do it.

Yet he had not passed over. Something anchored him to the mortal plane.

Potter

Oh that had been a surprise when he had worked it out. Potter wasn't a true Horcrux as the ritual hadn't been completed but he still managed to serve as a soul anchor. Using that link he had slowly regained enough magical power to possess others. Magic had failed him so over the long years he turned to knowledge he had once disdained. Muggle technology and science were suddenly very, very interesting. He moved from host to host raping their minds making sure his hosts were dead before moving on.

Then the magical began to disappear. Ever so slowly there were less wizards and witches born. Eventually he reached the conclusion that the wizarding world had died out. But it didn't matter because humanity had begun to travel the stars and he had gone with them. Wonders lay beyond the Earth. It had been an epiphany. His new followers would be out there somewhere he just had to find them.

He had served on Starships and seen new worlds and new civilisations. For a while the brilliant Tom Riddle, that had been classified as the most gifted of Wizards surfaced from the darkness. The brilliant student had new vistas to explore. He kept moving onward trying to find the elusive source that sustained him. He was sure that it was the first step to the full recovery of his powers.

Then he had his break through. His host was a squib Xeno-Archaeologist and had been part of a Federation science survey mission to a dead moon. There he had found a gateway of sorts, a portal to both the past and the nether-was of alternate dimensions. It had been his chance. He faked his host's death when they returned to the Starbase and waited for the scientists to leave before stealing a ship and returning to the moon.

The rituals had nearly drained the life of his host but he had gotten the portal to activate and stay open. He managed to stumble through to a world that had been long lost and appeared in the department of Mysteries. His conclusion was that his link with Potter was connected to the arch looked to be true. Interesting but not relevant if his theory that the Arch led to many alternate dimensions, what it did give him was an opportunity to move his plans forward. For that he needed followers. In the past he had used the pure bloods but that had meant constant ongoing manipulation of their bloated, self serving egos. Not an ideal scenario. This time he was going to ensure their loyalty.

It was easy to get to Hogsmead. A small town overrun with exactly what he needed. Fourteen students went missing, all young girls. He had his breeding stock and he managed to get back through the portal before he was detected of the gateway collapsed. The Wizarding students had no defence against a phaser. Muggle science had provided him with a way forward.

He had intercourse with several of the stunned and drugged girls until he managed to confirm a pregnancy. Nine long months caring for a pregnant teenager followed. The moment his 'heir' was born he possessed the girl and destroyed his previous host. Finally he had a body that could use magic freely. With liberal use of the darkest rituals he aged the newborn. Still it took nearly two years before the boy was ready to be his new home.

A killing curse rendered the boy dead and soulless but he quickly revived the body. An hour later he had a new body. The witch was put in stasis along with her 'sisters'.

The years that followed saw him begin working on his concept of breeding new servants. He had the DNA of the witches he had abducted but he was struggling with how to proceed with his limited knowledge of biological science.

Then he met a Romulan scientist named Revak Sull. Oh what a revelation that meeting was. Sull was a renegade on the run from the Romulan authorities. Desperate for a way out of his dire situation he had willingly joined the man called simply the Master. Within months they had solved the DNA problem by inter-mixing the more robust and generally dominant Romulan genes with those of the witches. The success rate was still low at about 20% but he had been satisfied.

The next two decades had seen his servants slowly grow in number. Then there was a surprise. Sull managed to successfully mix normal human with Magical DNA. The success rate was still low, somewhere around 40% but still it was a turning point. The higher magical human birth rate had moved his plans forward significantly.

Using his Romulan wizards and witched he had slowly begun to infiltrate the Romulan Empire. Starting with small outpost worlds he had moved to organisations like the military and the administrative hub of the Empire, the Senate. He had even inserted agents in to the Federation.

It had all been going so well until he had become aware of the fact that there was a shadowy something around the edges of his plans. A few of his agents disappeared. His security people found evidence of electronic surveillance. Then he sensed something he had never thought to feel. His wards around the gateway had been breeched. He had immediately despatched a force to find and destroy any wizards found on the Moon.

Yet again Potter somehow defeated him. Now he needed to act. Potter and Black were to big a risk to leave floating around.

By the time he had reached his specially modified ship his purely wizard crew were already at their posts.

"The course is laid in Master."

"Good, Maximum warp helm."

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And there it is - hope it was worth the wait!