As always when I put a new story up for adoption, I leave you the author's notes, which are below. Now then This story is Titled House of Attina keep in mind it was a working title.

Anyway, this story involved FemHarry turned into a Klingon and launched into the future, specifically to the USS Voyager, while still possessing her magic. As for why I'm putting this up for adoption...Well when I started this I intended it to be a femslash story where Attina, my name for FemHarry, was paired with Seven, I was constantly debateing that choice because as much as I love Seven, I love B'Elanna the same. I couldn't decide between the two, then I started considering whether I should just pair them both with Attina. And that opened up the question, should I just use regular male Harry?

Basically the questions just kept on coming and I have no anwers for them, or where to go with this story anymore.

Anyway, here's the story.

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I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Star Trek

Before I begin, I must give credit where it is due. I've read a lot of FanFiction, so I cannot say for sure if my ideas or original or not. That said, I can at least give credit to other authors for ideas I am using when I know that's where I got the idea from. Specifically, HW and their story The Traveler, which influenced how I am writing Female Klingon biology, specifically the idea that they need to be 'warmed up'; and Lisa Countryman and their story She Who Hesitates Is Lost, which influenced my idea of Borg pregnancy.

Both are excellent Seven/B'Elanna Stories and I highly recommend them.

Now for the warnings: This story features FemHarry (Attina) and FemSlash. This story features KlingonHarry (how will be explained in the first chapter. Finally, while I am a fan, I am not a Trekkie (though one of my best friends is). That said, I DO NOT know everything when it comes to Star Trek. Things will likely be altered or even outright wrong, simply because I DO NOT know them. I am getting my info from what I remember of the show, Memory Alpha (The Star Trek Wiki for those of you that don't know), and occasionally my Trekkie friend (seriously, I spent four years delving into obscure Star Trek trivia in an attempt to find a Star Trek Question that either stumped him or he got wrong. Believe me when I say that I scrapped the bottom of the barrel). I am also getting my Klingon from Memory Alpha AND the Bing Translator, which has a Klingon translator. If it is wrong, please blame them.

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Prologue

Attina Potter was good at sneaking around, it was a necessity at the Dursley's. And now, it was how she'd managed to find the Hogwarts Kitchen, only a few days after arriving at the castle.

And it was why she was currently in a deserted corridor on the seventh floor that had a tapestry depicting a wizard teaching trolls to dance.

She'd started talking to the house-elves, asking them questions about the magical world, and Hogwarts. And while they couldn't answer every question, they were more than eager to answer her questions after she had explained how she needed the help understanding this new world she'd been thrust into.

One of the topics they'd told her about was the come-and-go room. It was a room that became whatever the user needed at the time. All one had to done was go to the empty corridor on the seventh floor that held the tapestry of dancing trolls, and pace in front of the wall three times, while thinking of what one needed.

Attina had waited two weeks to come here, trying to figure out what she needed.

Eventually, Attina came to a decision. She needed a path.

Attina wasn't stupid, she knew the Durlsey's treatment of her was criminal. This had also forced her to mature quicker than others her age. This left her with a…disbelief in muggle belief systems, as it seemed the Dursleys never got into any trouble. As for the magical world, she hadn't been exposed to any system of belief she could believe in. In fact the only belief system she'd even discovered was the pureblood movement. Considering her own mother was muggleborn, this idea didn't exactly appeal to her.

So as she began to pace the wall, Attina began chanting in her head, 'I need a way of life I can follow,' over and over again, until a door appeared.

Opening the door, Attina stepped into the room.

She found it decorated in reds, black, and grey. A strange symbol adorned a tapestry that hung above a rack which held strangely designed weapons. A number of books sat in a bookcase, and there was a table to sit at, with what appeared to be a comfortable chair. Two books sat at the table already. A space in front of the weapons rack was clearly meant as a training area.

Deciding to see what the books on the table were, Attina approached so that she could read the books covers. One was titled The Klingon Way, the other was called The Complete Klingon Language.

Picking up the one titled, The Klingon Way, Attina sat down and began to read.

Chapter 1

Attina Potter stood defiantly in front of the veil of death. She refused to allow the heavy, enchanted chains bound to her wrist and ankles to weigh her down.

The eighteen year old witch had been stripped of her wand, her armor, and her blades when she had been arrested, and stood wearing a prisoner's shift that fell to her ankles. Her arms were bare, allowing her skin, pale from weeks in a Ministry holding cell, to be easily seen. And her black hair was filthy from weeks of being unable to wash. Yet despite her position and sentence, her emerald green eyes were filled with defiance born from her life and beliefs.

To think that she had bleed and killed for these cowards.

After defeating Voldemort, her 'friend' Ron Weasley had presented her with a marriage contract, drawn up by Albus Dumbledore and his mother, for her marriage to him. She had disregarded it since Dumbledore had no authority to write a contract for her.

Turned out that the new 'light sided' wizengamot didn't agree with her.

By this point her relationship with Ron had deteriorated to the point that she had no qualms about punching him. And when he tried to claim his 'rights' as her betrothed, she dealt with him the way of a Klingon.

She cut off his manhood, stem and berries.

And while this negated the contract, as Ron was no longer able to reproduce and magic had yet to develop a method of repair for that particular injury, it caused her current predicament.

Turns out that despite her efforts against Voldemort, purebloods (albeit those of a different mindset) still ran the Ministry. And they didn't take kindly to a half-blood mutilating an upstanding pureblood citizen, despite her being the actual defeater of Voldemort. And at her trial, they had made her an offer. Plead guilty, and spend a year in Azkaban before being released and married to a wizard of their choice.

Or fight the charges and be put to death if found guilty.

She fought.

Which led her now to the Veil of Death. They planned on shoving her through, but she had other plans.

"Miss Potter," the Ministry official began, "This is your final chance. Repent of your sins, and be forgiven, or die."

Attina knew what they wanted. They wanted her to accept their offer to marry a man chosen for her and meekly surrender. She wouldn't.

"Go to Gre'thor you honor-less cowards," she said, before stepping into the veil of her own accord.

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Attina found herself in…white.

There really was no other way to describe it. There was no floor, no walls, nothing but white.

Yet she was somehow able to stand and walk.

Looking down at herself, Attina noticed she was still wearing the prisoner's shift. Looking around her, she asked, "Where am I?"

"Nowhere."

Attina turned, and noticed a man standing not far from her, only he wasn't like any man she had ever seen before. His brow was large and ridged, and his teeth were slightly pointed. . His brown hair was wavy, and fell past his shoulders. And a beard framed his jaw. His brown eyes were hard, yet somehow filled with warmth and pride.

She may not have seen this man before, but she recognized what he was from her readings, a Klingon. The armor he wore, in the Klingon style, also lead her to this conclusion.

"Who are you?" She demanded. "And what do you mean 'Nowhere'?"

The man grinned. "I am Kahless," he answered, causing Attina's eyes to widen in recognition. "And at the moment, you are nowhere." Before Attina could question the Klingon, he continued, "The arch you walked through is a tool of judgment. It judges ones beliefs and deeds against the events of their life. If found unworthy, it sends one to that particular persons Gre'Thor. If found worthy however, they are given a choice. And you, Attina daughter of Lily, have been found worthy and are now presented with choice."

"What choice?" the human asked.

Kahless grinned. "You can move on, and become one of the few humans to enter the halls of Sto-vo-kor, or you can be given a new life in a different time. Be warned," he said sternly, "if you choose a new life, you still risk being sent to Gre'Thor if your actions prove dishonorable before your final death."

"You call that a choice," Attina asked. "I may be human, but I live as a Klingon. I will not surrender to death so long as there is still a chance to fight for life."

The Klingon chuckled. "You truly do have the heart of a Klingon. Very well, you shall be given a new life. But," he smirked, "It will be in the proper body."

Suddenly, Attina felt different. Looking down, she noticed that her skin had darkened, becoming almost caramel in color. She also noticed that her breast were slightly larger and firmer. Not to mention that the already muscular young woman, was even more muscular. The next thing she realized was that her teeth had become more pointed.

Then she realized the dual thump in her chest as if from two hearts.

Reaching up, Attina's suspicions were confirmed when she felt a brow ridge upon her forehead. "I'm a Klingon," she whispered, almost reverently.

"Yes," Kahless confirmed. With a smirk he added, "A beautiful one at that."

Attina growled lightly in her throat, but didn't respond.

"When you awake, you shall be back in your universe, but in a different time," Kahless explained. "You will also possess all that is rightfully yours. Good luck, Attina, daughter of Lily, Lady of House Attina."

Before she could comment, Attina blacked out.

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