A/N: This was as far as I had pre-written. I am writing the next chapter but it's not going to come as fast.

Harry had to take two days to brew the potions to replace the ones used during the Cardassia IV rescue. He didn't know that they would be needed, but he had resolved to keep a stock when possible.

He did consider that several potion ingredients were irreplaceable at the moment. He put Dobby and Winky on using their newfound skills with data-collection and storage to retrieve and organize a master list of all plants and animals known by any race or world.

The Federation taxonomy database was remarkably extensive, but it tended to be compartmentalized. Some plants and animals were mentioned in all copies but details had to be retrieved under some circumstances.

Harry put in an order for more storage and processing power for his computer system because there would have to be a comparison of magical plants and animals and their characteristics to the new database.

Already a number of Bajoran plants were found to have characteristics similar to magical plants from old Earth. Harry hoped that those similarities meant that potions could be recreated.

The compendium of potions, including all exotic and uncommon ones, made a very large section of his magical database. Some of the potions he had no use for, but there were some that might be useful in dire circumstances.

Thus this direction of research.

Harry estimated that his updating of magical potions, spells, and rituals to the new timeline would be a job which would take years. It was only possible because computers here didn't have to shut down around magic.

Harry had heard Miles talk about computing using something called bio-neural gel packs. It was a new technology that Starfleet was studying and testing.

His interest was that a computer based on organic components might be susceptible to magic – he might be able to make a magical computer. Potions used to heal people might be useful in maintaining such computing systems.

And it might possible be even better because magic tended to ignore form while still achieving function. There might be instances where a potion shouldn't work strictly based on ingredients but might work anyway because it was magic and not science.

Unfortunately, the technology was classified up the wazoo – it would be a long time before he would be able to test his ideas.


"Ops to Sir Harry."

He hit his badge. "Go."

"You've got a subspace message marked urgent. It's from Earth."

"Thanks, Dax." He hit his badge to turn it off and moved to his desk. After logging in he called up the message.

King Charles was clear in the message that it was only marked urgent because the matter was to be resolved quickly. "Dobby! Winky!"

The two elves popped in. Winky spoke (she tended to take the lead). "Master Harry? You called?"

He turned and smiled at the two. "Yes. I've just got word back. The Glen Lyon will be leaving in one day to take you two to Vulcan – you're going to deliver the Granger Seed Bank to the Vulcan Science Academy, Department of Botany."

Winky and Dobby looked at each other. "How long will this take?" Winky asked.

Harry sighed. "Well, it isn't ultra-rush so they will flying at Warp Six. Which means that the trip to Vulcan will take a bit longer - two weeks there, two weeks back, unless circumstances demand they hurry it up. Add that to some time to actually do the transfer and you will likely be gone for six weeks."

Dobby was a bit agitated. "You will be without help!"

Harry chuckled. "Remember, I grew up feeding myself. We've got the replicator doing a decent job and I can access storage for food. I would tell you to relax but that would be pointless. You'll have the time and access to work on the taxonomy project. That will help to eventually recreate potions with local ingredients."

Dobby and Winky spoke quietly for a minute and then Winky said, "We will do as you say, Master Harry."

Harry nodded. "Well, it is as King Charles says, but thank you. I would ask that you enjoy yourselves. While I love having your help, you are powerful, intelligent beings in your own right. This is a different place than Britain was. At the rate we're going, you two will become the galaxy's leading experts on flora and fauna. That's okay. In fact, calling yourselves House Elves might be a disservice to yourselves. But, it's what you want so I won't push."

Winky and Dobby shook their heads. "We are house elves – that is what we are," Dobby said. Winky nodded in agreement.

Harry looked gravely at his friends for a long moment. "I'm going to be truthful and explain something: I worry. I worry that there are those who want to take advantage of us, of you specifically. I think I'm a little more prepared even though you, as elves, are more powerful in magic. I am sending you together because you will each work harder to protect the other than yourselves. If I go to Vulcan, there are too many strangers around who might figure out a way to attack. As elves you are less conscious of your own safety so I would not send just one. I will have wards here. This is not magical Britain - here you have just as many rights as I do. I ask that you remember that and, if you have any question, stay together and get to someone you think you can trust."

Dobby and Winky looked at each other and then at Harry and nodded. "We will stay safe, Master Harry," Winky said. Dobby agreed.

Harry smiled at the elves. "Alright. Why don't you start preparing? I will see if anyone wants to come and have a movie night before you leave – let you cook up a nice meal for eight to ten people."

Dobby and Winky nodded enthusiastically and popped off. "Crazy elves – never happy unless they're working." He started to make arrangements.


Later that afternoon (after the evening had been planned) Harry put in a call to Redro Urjea. "Doctor. Did you get the directions from the Royal Botanical Institute?" The two Institutes worked together and information from the royal family was sent via Earth's Institute.

"Yes. It is as we discussed – I have told our people. But it's alright. We're concentrating on the larger reclamation issues."

"Larger reclamation issues?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Although we have done most of the contamination removal, we still have months and years of work to recover land mismanaged under Cardassian direction." Redro was speaking intently. "Lands that were deemed dead and useless due to the strip mining are now being remediated thanks to the British reclamators. We are converting them to grass lands and areas of forest. Once the grasses are grown, the surface can be turned over and the grasses used as natural fertilizer."

"Why not order fertilizers?" Harry asked curiously.

Redro snorted. "Do you know how much land has to be remediated? We are getting help – but there is so much more that is needed. There is a reason why we have to build reclamation plants in addition to using the reclamators. There are a number of fertilizers which would be useful, but they all cost money that Bajor doesn't have. The Federation's supply is limited, and comes with obligations. And so we do what we can."

Harry nodded. "Have you tried Earth clover? I brought a huge amount of that because I was planning on making honey from honey bees. I also brought it because it was good for giving nutrition to soil. I ended up giving my bee stock to Earth where they are native and the Royals are in charge of the honey production. Still, I think we have several large stores of the seed. I think I have large blocks of it left. I'll need one for the plants I intend to grow. You can have one, two, or three. How much that is I'd have to check – but it's a lot."

Redro considered it. "I'll study it. Right now we plan on using Bajoran grasses."

Harry said, "I'll send a kilogram of clover seed before the Glen Lyon leaves orbit. I have far too much of it. If your research warrants it, plant it and see how useful it would be."

"I can do that," Redro said.

"Alright. Anyway, I wanted to ensure you were alerted on the seed bank. Anyone who has to go to Vulcan, there's a ship going that way."

Redro laughed. "Thank you, Sir Harry. I'll be in touch."

They disconnected.


That night the elves enjoyed feeding the entire command staff. Keiko and Molly were there as was Jake. Nog was invited as Jake's friend but he had to work.

At the end of the meal Ben Sisko sat back. "Your elves have outdone themselves. I was not expecting jumbalaya."

Harry snorted. "Blame your father. He insisted that the elves learn the dish when we visited him during our last trip to Earth. We were going to send him the beer and spirits, but ended up delivering them. He then stole my elves for a day."

Sisko grinned. "I'm sure they all had a lot of fun."

"Oh, they did. It was just not planned – I was a day late getting back to Britain. But we were on holiday, so no one really complained."

"I'll have to cook for you and we can compare how your elves did," he said.

Harry considered. "No. You teach Jake to cook it and we'll critique it."

Jake protested, "How did I get roped into cooking?"

The table laughed. Harry said, "I'm sure your Grandfather would be disappointed if you never learned to cook his signature dish."

Jake considered that. "You may have a point."

Ben volunteered, "He does."

Jake sighed. "Okay. I'll give a try."

"There is no try, there is only do," Sisko said in a wise voice. Jake rolled his eyes.

Harry grinned. "Okay. So are we ready for the movie?"

Everyone started preparing to get up. "What movie are we seeing?" Miles asked.

"Something animated. It's called the Lion King," Harry said.

Everyone paused. Bashir commented, "You sound a bit more impressed with yourself than usual."

Harry chuckled. "Where I'm from, this is a classic. It was made by Walt Disney – and not the Walt Disney of this timeline who worked on producing propaganda disguised as public education films for the government." There had been a number of differences that Harry had found between this timeline and his own.


Everyone sounded interested and there was a certain enthusiasm everyone felt as the film started.

When they heard Mufasa, Jake said, "I recognize that voice!"

Harry said, "That voice is well known. He did Darth Vader in one film, and a few other things."

Miles turned. "Shhhhh." Harry suppressed his snicker and nodded.

The Lion King did not disappoint. Though the non-Humans found the idea of animizing cartoon animals odd, it wasn't that odd. And the story did have a lot of things to teach if one cared to look.

When it was done, everyone expressed their enjoyment. "Next time we're all together, we can watch Lion King 2, and then Lion King 1 ½ after that."

Nerys asked, "1 and a half?"

Harry shrugged. "Human humor – we're odd sometimes."

"I agree," she said with a smile.

Harry and the elves saw everyone off and then cleaned up – well, the elves cleaned after running Harry off to his own room.


Early the next morning he was there when Dobby and Winky transported to the USS Glen Lyon.

Sisko looked at him and said, "What are you going to do now? You're alone for the first time since you arrived in this reality."

Harry shrugged. "Just the same as normal. I've started making the arrangements to get the keel laid on my ship. I've gotten my Head of Security signed up."

"And who is that?" Sisko asked.

Harry smirked. "Krim, Krim Gage."

Sisko asked, "Former General of the Bajoran Militia, former member of the Circle, enforcer for the Party for Global Unity – that Krim Gage?"

"Yep."

"What convinced him to work for you?" Sisko asked curiously.

Harry looked around to make sure no one was listening and then said, "He's an honest politician." Harry nodded and then turned to return to his quarters.

Sisko watched the resident Wizard walk away and then he returned to his duties.


Later that day, a general alarm sounded. Wondering what in the hell was going on, Harry checked the station alert system. Opening it, he read that a plasma storm had formed and that it was heading toward the Bajor system.

Bajor was far out of its path and would not suffer due to the storm, but Deep Space 9 was in the path of the storm as it was at the edge of the Denorios Belt. All residents were warned that evacuation was being discussed as it would be extremely dangerous for the station.

Harry was puzzled about something. He immediately left his quarters to travel to Ops.

When he arrived, things were frenetic. The plasma storm was heavy enough that the evacuation was required.

"Can I ask a question?" Harry interjected.

Sisko looked over and saw the local Knight. "Sir Harry. As you can see, matters are quite urgent. So, if this isn't absolutely vital, I will need you to return to your quarters to prepare to evacuate via runabout."

Harry got right to the point. "If the plasma storm is threatening the station such that you have to evacuate it, why not move the station closer to Bajor?"

Major Kira said, "If we abandon the wormhole, the Cardassians could move in."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows that the Bajorans control the wormhole. No one would accept Cardassian control of it. You have hundreds of people on the station and three runabouts. You can at least move the station far enough toward Bajor to keep it out of the worst parts of the storm, can't you? Use the runabouts to tow it?"

Sisko turned quickly to Miles. "Can this be done, Chief?"

Miles blinked twice and said, "If we put a subspace field around the station, the same as when we moved it here originally, and then synced the warp drives of the runabouts … yes. I think it would work. We'd have to be extremely careful but there are several points on the station that are strong enough to attach lines to."

"We can't use tractor beams?" Sisko asked.

"No. Too much sheering stress." Miles eyes lit up. "We can use the cabling that each bay has to lash to a drifting ship if necessary. We won't even need to do an EV to set it up."

Sisko nodded. "Old man, how long until we should move?"

Dax read her console. "If we aren't evacuating – we have twenty hours to set it up. Fourteen would be better to keep out of the leading edge of the storm."

"Send out an alert to all ships docked that the plasma storm requires them to complete their business and leave. Do we have any Starfleet vessels on station?"

"We have a Vulcan science ship."

"Is it configured so that it could assist in towing?"

Miles checked the records. "It could be done – but it's probably safer to not try. It's drive system isn't set up to tow."

"Very well. Send a general alert out that anyone who wishes to evacuate must be ready to leave by runabout in one hour. Otherwise, all residents must be secured in twelve hours, subject to enforcement by station security."

Miles started quickly coordinating with his crew. Harry said, "I guess that includes me."

Sisko said, "Oh, no. Sir Harry, you are, save a few certifications, a qualified pilot, are you not?""

"Yes," Harry said with some confusion.

"Well, I received the modified orders from the King. I am hereby requesting your assistance. Each runabout will need a pilot. I need Dax and Chief O'Brien here. The ships will be piloted by you, me, and Major Kira. We will all have another crew member, assigned by Chief O'Brien, to assist."

Harry sighed. "Okay. I guess I can do that."


The number of people who evacuated was quite small – mostly overly nervous civilians. All businesses were locked down and people left to their quarters. Only the Ferengi stayed on the Promenade and that was due to Quark's paranoia over his latinum.

Promptly at twelve hours, the station went into lockdown mode and only a skeleton crew remained on duty, plus a full damage control team.

Harry heard the alert. "All runabouts: Activate thrusters, minimal power, vector 135 mark 75. When tow cable attached to the station is taut, cut power to a trickle."

It took two minutes but all three runabouts had taut lines. "Activate warp engine and create a static warp field at the frequency indicated on the flight plan."

Harry checked the orders. He activated the warp engines but did not activate a direction. He changed the frequency of the field until it was exactly what had been given as the frequency for DS9's subspace field. '

He could feel when it synced. "Sync complete," Harry sounded back. He heard Kira and Sisko report the same.

Miles voice came through. "All runabouts, increase power to thrusters to two percent, a third of a percent every ten seconds."

Harry activated the settings Miles had programmed – it matched what was needed. Harry was nervous about making changes – as long as they kept to what was programmed, he would stay calm. All runabouts now were holding the cabling taut.

"Runabouts: Set impulse engines to activate at 21:35 local time precisely. Ten percent impulse."

Harry echoed 21:35 on the comm to show he received the time and then did as ordered, entering the activation time. Each runabout's chronometer had been precisely synced. When they were at ten percent, Harry glanced around. Everything was fine so far.

"Increase to twenty five percent, set for 21:39 precisely."

"21:39," Harry echoed. And precisely at 21:39 all runabouts moved to 25 percent impulse.

"All runabouts: DS9 will disconnect tow lines at 21:43:55. Set power to increase at 21:44. At that time you should be free of the station and it will be moving on its own power only. Once you are at a comfortable distance, continue on until the station reaches the planned location."

"Yes, Chief," Harry answered. Kira and Sisko acknowledged as well.

All three runabouts landed and were secured. Harry went to check in with Sisko. When he got to Ops, everyone seemed happy. "Well done, Sir Harry." Sisko looked around. "Well done, everyone." He looked at Dax. "How long until we move back?"

"The storm will pass by the wormhole in 31 hours, 30 minutes. I suggest we start moving at 31 hours – the time in transit will take care of the giving the storm sufficient time to pass by the wormhole."

Sisko nodded. "Excellent. Lt. Dax, Chief O'Brien: You are relieved. Once Dr. Bashir checks everyone over, Major Kira and I will keep watch and you should move to the redoubt. We will trade off every six hours." He turned. "You, Sir Harry, will return in 28 hours to get ready to fly the station back."

"Aye, Commander," Harry said.

Sisko activated his comm badge. "Sisko to Odo"

"Go ahead."

"Limited operations are now authorized – there will be no arrivals or departures in the next 36 hours. Residents may move about the station for normal business otherwise. Be ready to return to lockdown in 26 hours."

"Yes, Commander," Odo's voice came back.

"Send that out on the Station communication system, Major."

"Yes, Commander."

Harry went back to his quarters and went to sleep.


The next day he checked in. "Are we still on schedule, Chief?"

"Yes. Well, we will be. Right now we're handling an attempted breach."

"Attempted breach?" Harry asked, confused. "I thought we were in lockdown."

"We are. A ship appeared out of the storm, demanding to dock, reporting wounded. Odo had a full security team ready to assist – they attempted to take the security members hostage and demand entrance. It didn't go so well."

"Wow. What were they after?" Harry asked.

"Apparently, they expected the station to be mostly deserted – and in the storm. Moving us out of the storm meant that we had all personnel. The main perpetrator was a Trill that wanted the Dax symbiont."

"For what?" Harry asked.

"To have it? To blend? Whatever it's called."

Harry was incredulous. "From my understanding that would kill Jadzia – and this Trill expected that to work? Having a symbiont that was resentful about killing the last host?"

The Chief sighed. "He was obsessed – thought he was passed over for political reasons or some rot. Anyway – they caught the whole gang. They're in lockup. So we should be okay."

"What about their ship? Will that affect the tow?"

"No. We should be alright. It's a small ship. Worst case, we have someone else disconnect it and then fly it to the station when we get back to where we're supposed to be."

"Okay, Chief."

Returning the station went as smoothly as moving it had. Just as they were settling the station in, a Cardassian warship appeared. Harry got to listen to the recording of Gul Dukat expressing his surprise – he had been told that Terek Nor no longer guarded the wormhole.

Sisko had been clear that the status remained quo. The Cardassian moved off.


Harry talked to Jadzia. "How are you doing?"

She smiled. "I'm fine."

"A little scary, someone wanting to force you to give up the symbiont."

Dax shrugged. "It is rare – but it happens."

"Won't that make the symbiont resentful – killing its last host?"

Jadzia sighed. "Not necessarily. The Symbiont gives you extra experiences, a boost in your health, and a number of other advantages. But the entire reason for the symbiont joining is to gain experiences. Even being forcibly moved is an experience. The morality isn't with the symbiont – it's with the Trill. Symbionts, as a matter of pragmatism, accept pretty much anything as long as the host approves. Our society's rules are based on not creating or passing on what we would call a psychotic or neurotic symbiont. But it could only get that way if a host was unsuitable – or criminal. We're taught that there are is a limited pool of Trill that can carry a symbiont – it's not hard to weed out the unacceptable according to our society's mores."

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry – I'm glad I'm Human."

Dax said serenely, "And I am glad I am Trill."

"To each his, or her, own."

"Exactly."