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Authors Note:

Onto the third chapter. A bit shorter than the last one but pretty close to my 5000 word target for each new chapter. I think the pace of this posting will be par for the rest of the chapters (2 weeks between each chapter) as I have just started my summer job. Although it might be a bit faster as I don't have homework or exams to worry about. (In case anyone was wondering my finals went well, except for Calc 2 but it seems like everyone failed that one). I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, it's the first with any real interaction between the star trek verse and Harry Potter.

On another note I am loving the reviews, keep them coming. I will try to respond to each new review I receive and they will go at the bottom of each chapter. Additionally thanks to everyone who commented about grammar errors. I am writing this without a beta reader so there are bound to be some mistakes. Alright with that over with onto the story.

Trek Through Magical Stars

Ch 3: The Men in Black

Potter stepped into the transporter room containing most of his bridge crew as he adjusted his costume.

"Looking good Agent Potter", calls out Kimi who was obviously enjoying herself.

"You're looking the part yourself Agent Taakir", replies Potter with a grin on his face.

M'Rala just facepalms and asks, "Are you two done yet? Remember this is supposed to be serious, were not just going to play a holonovel".

Potter straightened his posture, "Number One I was just getting in character. Can't have myself slipping up during the interrogation".

At that declaration a majority of the people in the room let out a small chuckle to which Potter responded, "Alright fine. I am enjoying myself M'Rala". He then put on a puppy eyed expression, "Are you going to deny me this joy after I just got out of sickbay?".

At that there was a loud huff from one of the people assembled in the room, "Honestly Potter you act like I torture you in there. I just needed to perform a scan on you to ensure you weren't carrying some disease from this century that could kill everyone on the ship".

"You restrained me to the biobed!", shot back an exacerbated Potter.

Doctor Neevou narrowed her eyes, "That's because you made me chase you down 14 Decks Potter! I swear next time you pull that stunt I'm just going to grab a phaser and stun you in the ass".

Potter slightly blanched at that threat and quickly changed the subject, "Alright so is everyone ready for this? We really only get one chance at doing this correctly".

"I believe that we are properly prepared Captain", responds Shrom who looked very uncomfortable in his costume. Honestly seeing the Vulcan dressed up with him like a stereotypical 'man in black' had already made this entire plan worth it for Potter and possibly the rest of the bridge crew. Honestly Shrom was a bit of a stick in the mud when it came to dressing up to play the 'team bonding' Holo-novels that Captain Potter loved.

"As much as I like watching the Vulcan over there be uncomfortable in his costume I agree, can we get 'this show on the road' as you humans used to like to say", replies Shaxs. He then proceeds to yawn, "It's late and I can't go to bed until after this is finished".

"Alright let's get started then", Potter says as he turns to the transporter chief. "Do you have a lock on the old man?".

"Affirmative sir, I currently have the oldest human in the castle locked onto. He also appears to be asleep currently as well", replies the Chief.

"Perfect, I'll contact you to initiate transport when we get down to the holodeck", responds Potter who begins to make his way out of the room with the rest of the crew following.

After a quick trip Potter walks into the already prepared holodeck along with 'Agent' Taakir and 'Agent' Shrom. They follow him into the interrogation side of the program while Shaxs, M'Rala, and doctor Neevou along with a few security personnel move into the part of the program behind the one-way glass.

As Potter positioned himself in the room and non-verbally checked if his fellow 'Agents' were ready he tapped on his badge and said, "energize now".

Dumbledore, who had not had a very good evening, made his way up to his office. He had a raging headache and lots of paperwork to finish. Of course, of all the nights that Harry needed to show back up was the night where it would cause him the most trouble. Already he had to deal with a few irate ministry officials who had shown up afterwards and wanted to know what had happened. His head throbbed at the thought of needing to deal with the DMLE tomorrow when they inevitably showed up to question him about Potter again. It's not like they had asked him a thousand times about the boy going missing since he had discovered it. And inevitably the students had all set out owls to their parents tonight, so he would most likely be dealing with the press tomorrow.

Sitting down at his desk with a large huff, he began to pen out a pre-emptive press statement that he would owl to the Daily Prophet the next morning. The press release basically said nothing while neither confirming or denying that the man who appeared and disappeared from the Great Hall was Harry Potter. And technically Dumbledore wasn't lying when he wrote that as he had not completely confirmed the man was Harry. Although in his mind he knew it was. While the anger that the press would rile up would be annoying for a few weeks, it would eventually die out. Dumbledore had gotten rather good at riding out these bouts of bad publicity ever since Harry went missing 7 years ago.

Dumbledore sighed as he thought about possibly his greatest failure. He had thought that the boy would be the safest with his relatives as all the people listed in the Potter's will were unable to take him. But he had been too trusting that the bonds of family would keep Harry safe. Some of his worst nightmares were of the memories of the treatment Harry had endured at the hands of the Dursleys.

But remembering past failures would not solve his press problem so Albus quickly got back to writing. Although about halfway through his statement, Dumbledore's eyelids began to droop. The day had been long and at his age it was well past the time he usually went to bed. Giving into the temptation he rested his head against his ancient desk and promptly passed out, snoring softly.

A couple hours later as he slept on top of his desk the defeater of Grindelwald was suddenly engulfed in a very familiar column of light and sound, and the only witness was a very surprised and puzzled phoenix.

Dumbledore awoke not to his ancient wooden desk but to a cold steel surface that someone was rapping their knuckles on. Awake in an instant Dumbledore frantically took in his surroundings. A dark room, steel table and chair, mirror on one wall, and three people all wearing virtually identical black muggle suits. He was about to apparate away before he caught sight of one of the muggle's faces, the same face he had stared at earlier that day.

In his trademarked grandfatherly voice Dumbledore asks, "Where am I, who are you, and why am I here?".

The man who was apparently Harry Potter instead of answering barks, "Let's get this straight, I am asking the questions here you're answering them. What is your name?".

Dumbledore choose to play along with Harry for now. He couldn't risk losing his chance to get answers to his numerous questions. So, he replies, "Albus Dumbledore".

"What is your job?", Potter questions.

"Teacher", replies Albus. He was being as vague as he could here. Maybe if he gave Harry a bit, he would answer some of his questions in return. But Dumbledore was certainly wary of giving away information about the wizarding world due to the muggle nature of the room he was in and the people questioning him.

"How do you know my name?", spits Potter.

Unfortunately for Dumbledore there was no easy and vague answer to that question. Unfortunately, he was going to have to resort to more direct methods to answer his questions and growing concerns about Harry. If Harry was working for the muggles as he seemed to be now, Dumbledore could not risk giving out the information about how he knew about Harry. So, Dumbledore stared directly into Harry's green eyes and began to use his Legitimacy skill to sift through Harry's thoughts and memories. Initially Dumbledore attempts his usual and less intrusive method which involves brushing the surface thoughts and memories of a person, but quickly found that Harry had some sort of mental shields. Not backing down Dumbledore begins to put more power behind his attack and shifts to a more traditional style of attempting to directly drill into a person's thoughts and memories. Unfortunately, Harry's mental shields were extensive, but he thankfully found a crack to slip through. The instant he got inside Harry's head he realized that it was unlike any mind he had looked through before. It was unusually organized, more organized than any wizard he had probed before. If Dumbledore had been a muggle, he might have attributed the organizational style to something one would find in a very well-maintained computer database system. Diving into some of the memories he first sees an inky expanse filled with stars, then a battlefield littered with dead, a humanoid monster with a knife sticking out of its neck, loud explosions, Vernon Dursley screaming. These brief glimpses are all Dumbledore sees before he is brutally expelled from Harry's head.

'So that's how it's going to be played, well I can play hardball too old man', thinks Potter as he expels the man's telepathic attack. He then counterattacks with his own telepathy and begins to probe Dumbledore's thoughts. Surprisingly the human telepath had somewhat impressive mental shields, almost as impressive as most Vulcans, but they were strangely concentrated. The shields focused on the optic nerve, almost as if that was where he expected a telepathy attack to come from. Potter being a true telepath like the Betazoids are just went around these focused shields and began to poke around in the old man's mind. First thing he learned was the old man's name was in fact Albus Dumbledore, and that this man thought that he was a Wizard. And while Potter could see that the man and the others, he lived with had strange abilities he could hardly accept that it was 'magic'. Surprisingly these 'magic' users had an entire society that was separate from the rest of the population. The 'wizarding' world as Dumbledore thought of it seemed even more primitive than the rest of the earth in this time, seemingly stuck in a medieval-Victorian Hodge podge. Their secret government followed suit being an Oligarchy that pretended to be a democracy where a few old and rich families held all the power.

'Alright while this is an interesting revelation it's not why I need you, let's see what you know about me', thinks Potter as he begins to sift through Dumbledore's memories for mentions of his name.

The first thing that he found was a 'prophecy' made about him, this prophecy obviously wore on the old man's mind as it was the first thing called up when he searched through Dumbledore's memories about his name. It was next through the old man's memory that he saw his birth parents for the first time. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly based on who told him about them, Harry's parents were not drunks who had been killed in a car accident. Instead, his father was one of the hidden society's aristocrats being the only living member of an old and very rich family. And his mother instead of being a whore was a genius who was on their way to becoming one of the preeminent portioners, whatever that was, in the magical world. They had also died fighting off the dark lord Voldemort, from the prophecy, after he had broken into their home with the intent to kill him. After learning about the prophecy of course.

'Well that just seems like it was self-fulfilling, how in the Pah-wraiths did he even learn about it', thinks Potter as he continues to digest the old man's memories.

He learned of Dumbledore's belief that Harry had not killed the dark lord that night, but simply destroyed his body. Although Harry had no clue how he would have done that either considering he was only about a year old when he was attacked. The next memory enraged Potter, as he saw the old man drop him off on the Dursleys doorstep like the next day's paper.

It took about all of Potter's willpower not to break off the mental connection that moment and strangle the old prune. 'That old fucker is responsible for those years of abuse!'.

The next memory about him was the panic that consumed Dumbledore when he disappeared. He saw how the man had attempted to find him on his own, questioning the Dursleys first and then searching on his own. Eventually the resigned Dumbledore went for help from the government when he told them of Harry's disappearance. What amounted to a 6-month hunt across the country failed to find anything and it was called off with the announce of his 'death'.

'Well good to know that he never checked up on me until he realized that I was gone. What a caring old man, or at least he perfected that fake persona'.

The final set of memories strong enough to be called up was his name being ejected from the Goblet of Fire. He then saw his arrival and felt the old man's shock at his appearance and eventual beaming out. Unfortunately, the old man had already been in contact with the government about his appearance and Dumbledore believed that it was going to be a massive news story the next day. It seemed like his appearance would not just be written off as a freak happening as he was far too famous for that to happen.

'How the hell did I even end up in this situation. It must have to do with that Goblet of Fire, once my name came out of it, I just appeared'.

Calling up a search on the Goblet Harry was treated to some less than welcome information. Apparently, the Goblet was being used to choose champions for a competition called the Tri-Wizard tournament. Allegedly a championship where school aged children competed in deadly tasks, lovely. And possibly the best news yet was the fact that since the Goblet spit out his name, he was now apparently entered into a binding contract, somehow, that would kill him if he didn't compete. Potter briefly looked over the contract that his name was now attached through in Dumbledore's memories and internally groaned at its extremely vague language and the consequences of breaking it.

Disgusted at this fact Potter broke off the connection and stumbled as he entered back into the physical world. Even though it felt like longer only a few seconds had passed. As soon as he recovered, he rushed Dumbledore and grabbed a stick out of his pocket. He knew from the memories that it could be used as a deadly weapon if needed. Dumbledore was too fazed from Potters mental attack to even realize what was happening, so he put up no resistance. As Potter backed away, wand in hand, he began to glare at Dumbledore and prepared to begin an assault on the ears that would make a 20th century drill sergeant blush. But before he could begin his tirade, he was grabbed from behind by Kimi who began to drag him towards the door. She called out, "Agent Shrom stay behind and watch the suspect".

Shrom didn't respond, just turned to watch the old man who still seemed to be quite out of it from Potters jaunt through his memory.

The Captain was then dragged through the door and tossed into a chair before Kimi slammed the door and turned to him. "Just what the hell was that Captain?", asks Kimi in a scathing voice.

"Oh, don't give me that crap Kimi, he started it", Potter sighs, "He launched a mental attack against me first. I repelled his and retaliated".

Everyone else in the room just looked a bit shocked, the Captain hated using his telepathy. He would claim it made him feel like he was violating someone and the fact it usually left him with a raging headache didn't help.

"Goddammit", grumbles Doctor Neevou who proceeds to grab a hypospray out of her bag and shove a canister into it. Then she marched up to the Captain and injected him in the neck.

Instead of complaining like he usually would Potter just responds with a thanks as the injection quickly killed the massive headache that had begun to overcome him.

M'Rala then walked over and sat down next to him and grabbed his hand. "It's ok Captain, I know you wouldn't have done that without good reason. Did you learn anything at least?".

Leaning back in the chair and massaging his forehead with his free hand Potter responds, "Oh yea, too much. Like did you know that there was a secret society of 'wizards' living on Earth?".

Neevou is the first to respond after a few seconds of silence, "Are you sure that you're ok Captain? It might be a good idea for us to head down to sickbay and get a quick neurological scan".

"I'm not crazy Doc, just a bit shell shocked". The headache, or more apt intense migraine, had vanished now and Potter sat up and got his serious expression on his face, "Alright this is the basic gist of what I learned but there is a secret society of humans who have abilities that they call 'magic'". At that there were a few snorts in the room, "I know, I don't believe that either. But nonetheless these people have an entire hidden society, at least hidden to the current population of earth. Their society seems stagnate, not having changed much since the Victorian age on Earth and even the medieval age in some respects. They are ruled by an aristocracy that pretends to be a democracy and the government upholds a policy of complete separation from the rest of the population which they call 'muggles'".

"That's crazy, there is no way that they have stayed hidden from the current world governments. If we can see them from orbit the spy satellites of this era, albeit primitive, are plenty powerful enough to see them", claims M'Rala.

"I know number one, I would have to think that the current world governments know, but just ignore them possibly. Maybe more trouble than it would be worth to confront them? But I do know that something must happen to them because they certainly don't exist in our time. I would have to think something during the Eugenics wars or the third world war. Maybe Green or Kahn stopped turning a blind eye. I could see that Green would want to exterminate them for their powers and differences while Kahn and the other augments wouldn't want anyone around who could threaten his superiority. And since it seems that many of them live in hidden parts of major cities they also could have just been mostly wiped out by the nuclear strikes".

Shaxs spoke up next attempting to steer the conversation back to less morbid topics, "Did you learn about how he knew your name?".

Harry chuckled at this, "You're looking at the slayer of one of the wizards' dark lords. Apparently, my birth parents were Wizards and that also makes me one. I suppose that explains where some of my more unexplainable abilities come from. I'm famous in their 'wizarding world' for killing a dark lord while surviving his attack against me and my parents. And that's how they died as well, to an unstable magic lunatic and mass murderer. He attempted to kill me with a magic spell that instantly kills anyone it hits, but for some reason I didn't die".

And at that silence filled the room, as nobody knew quite what to say at that. At least until Shaxs says, "'The wizarding world' is a dumb name. Do they really call it that?".

Everyone in the room laughed at Shaxs comment before Potter comments, "Thanks for that Shaxs, and yea they do. I agree though, that's a terrible name. Although their naming skills leave a lot to be desired considering my moniker is the Boy-Who-Lived. Hell, even the psycho who killed my parents was called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by them because they were too frickin scared to say his name".

After a bit more laughter Potter told a much more detailed story to his crew in the room, calling Shrom in with them. Not wanting to leave the old wizard alone Dr. Neevou gave Shrom a hypospray with a sedative to put Dumbledore out. Needless to say, a minute later Dumbledore was fast asleep again.

"So, your basically famous Captain, and now somehow under a life-or-death contract to compete in a school competition?", asks M'Rala.

"Pretty much", replies Potter in a resigned tone.

"So, what are you going to do about it Captain?", asks Shaxs.

"Well, from the brief glance I got at the contract, I need to compete and there is no way I can fly under the radar so to speak if that happens", at this Potter pauses and then smiles, "you know what time I think it is?".

"No, no, no Potter stop this instant. I know that smile, you get it whenever you come up with a terrible plan", barks Neevou.

Potter then stands up and takes a heroic pose, one leg up on his chair. "A time comes in every captain's life where", pauses for effect, "they need to blatantly disregard the prime directive. And I believe that time has come upon me."

At this Neevou just facepalms and groans, Shaxs sports a huge grin, Kimi has a contemplative expression, M'Rala sighs, and Shrom has his usual disinterested look.

"Are you sure Captain? We might still be able to find a way out of this for you", responds M'Rala.

"I'm pretty sure M'Rala. Of course, I would want Shrom to look over the contract for me again just in case there are any loopholes. But from what I know right now the contract I am now entered in is unbreakable and enforced by their 'magic'. Anyways I have always wanted to break the prime directive, I mean all the greats do it at some point", responds Potter.

"Captain I would like to remind you that all of those officers faced disciplinary action for their actions in breaking the prime directive", comments Shrom.

"Gotta, say you know you have broken a Vulcan when they no longer even attempt to argue with you about breaking the prime directive", smiles Potter. He then goes and puts an arm around Shrom's shoulders, "Good to know you have my back buddy".

At this Shrom breaks a brief smile for about half a second before he regains his composure, "Well I have learned that, as the Borg say the best, 'resistance if futile' in trying to sway your mind whenever you already calculated a plan".

"While I don't entirely disagree with your plan Captain I have to worry about damage to the timeline", says Kimi.

"Well from what I have seen these 'wizards' are killed off by the time of first contact or die out shortly afterwards as the newer sensors of that time would be good enough to detect them by then. And anyways I don't plan on exposing us to this entire secret world, I doubt half of them would understand the concept of spaceflight anyways. We just need to expose ourselves to a few key people so I can compete in this stupid tournament and then we can leave. Honestly, I wouldn't even call it breaking the prime directive, just more like bending it really hard", responds Potter.

"You're going to tell this wizard?", asks Shaxs bluntly.

"Hit the nail on the head Shaxs, he is in the prefect position to help us. He can know who I am and let me compete in the competition while coming up with some other bullshit to tell the rest of their world. And when the tournament is finished and the contract completed, we bail and head back to our time", responds Potter.

"So, we are going to be stuck here until this tournament is finished?", asks M'Rala.

Sighing Potter responds, "Yea seems like it Number One".

"How long is this competition?", asks M'Rala. Her mind already coming up with tasks for the crew to do during their stay.

"Apparently a whole school year, so we are going to be here until the end of June 1995. We can have a meeting later about what we can do in that time, but I would assume that our archaeologists and even xeno-biologists will have their work cut out for them. They have an entire hidden civilization to research and only a few months to do it", responds Potter with a Grin. Even if they were stuck in the past for almost an entire year, the opportunity for research presented to them was much more exciting than Breen border patrol duties.

Potter then stands up and commands, "Alright, Shrom Kimi and I will go get out of these costumes and back into our uniforms. We will then tell the old man about us and what will be happening. We can show him the ship if he doesn't believe us. We will not tell him anymore about the future than we need to, specifically the part where his civilization ceases to exist in the next 100 years".

"Aye Captain", responds the crew as they begin to move to either get changed or in Shaxs case set up a security escort. Potter then walks out of the room with M'Rala following.

As they enter the turbolift she asks, "Are you ok? You seemed a little off after reading the bearded man's mind".

"You know me too well Honey", sighs Harry, "I learned a lot and some of it makes my blood boil. That bearded man as you called him is responsible for most of the suffering in my life. He was the one who gave me to the Dursleys and then proceeded to never checked up on me".

The turbolift arriving broke the conversation where it resumed in their quarters with M'Rala giving Harry a big hug. "Oh, that's terrible. Are you sure you can talk to him knowing that?".

"I need too. When I first found that out it took most of my willpower to keep me from lobotomizing the man. But that's in the past, it happened, and nothing can change that fact. I just need to tolerate him for a few months", replies Harry as he begins to change.

"I'm proud of you Harry, I'm barely restraining my urge to go down there and maim him. I can't imagine the willpower it's taking you to put everything aside and work with the man", replies M'Rala.

"Oh, it's taking a lot", says Harry as he finishes dressing. Turning around he asks, "Look presentable?".

"Looks perfect, just like a Captain should", chuckles M'Rala.

Potter begins to walk out of the room and says with a bit of mirth, "This is no laughing matter Number One, I'm the representative of first contact here".

At that M'Rala does laugh as she follows her husband out of the room and back down to the holodeck.

Potter met the rest of his crew outside of the holodeck entrance. "Alright, we tell him about us, who we are but no important information about the future specifically his people's future". At that everyone nodded, and Potter opened the door. They walked into the holodeck that still contained the snoozing man. Everyone stayed back, almost getting into pose so to speak as Neevou continued forward. Leaning over the table grasping a hypospray Neevou administered the counteragent to the sedative and then quickly stepped back.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Authors Note 2: I hope fans of star trek saw what I did at the end there and get the reference. Hopefully everyone enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think, what I can do better in the reviews. Hope y'all don't hate me too much for that end of season cliffhanger.

Reviews:

darthjosh2112 (Apr 26): Glad you liked it, hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

SSSra (Apr 26): Thanks! I hope to keep you on the edge of your seat

IJustWannaReadEpicStories (Apr 26):

The 1996 was a goof, I went back and fixed that actually so they are in 1994. I'm not entirely sure what my brain was thinking when it decided that 1996 was the year of the Triwizard tournament (idk maybe that Voyager episode since I added something about it in). About the Eugenics war, the dates for this event seem to vary wildly with each iteration of trek. I mean in Voyager they are in 1996 without any visible signs of a global conflict. And with Star Trek Picard taking place in 2024 and Kahn not even existing yet, yea. So let's just say that it hasn't happened yet in this story, but will in the future.

James Birdsong (Apr 25): Glad you think that!

Chi Vayne (Apr 27): Yea I did, grammar good. I might go back and fix that at some point, but thanks for pointing it out to me in the event I do. And I am looking forward to writing that!

Locutus the borg (May 4): Glad you think so! And I hope this satisfies your thirst for now.

Egnoder (May 12): And read more you shall.