Author: sKiTzO sHy VioLeT
Summary: Response to a fanfic challenge: What if Janeway, Chakotay, and any other crew member was transported to Hogwarts as first years during the time of Harry Potter? How did they get there? Remember Q? Q's son?
Disclaimer: Janeway and company belong to Paramounts, Harry and company belong to the brilliant J. K. Rowling and Scholastic
Warning: If you haven't read every book, turn around now. And if you don't like Voyager, you might not like this.
~*~
"Oh... My... God..." Startled at the new voice in the room, Janeway and Chakotay leaped out of the chair. Hermione was standing in the doorway of the girls' dorms. Her eyes were wide in shock.
"But... You're... Brother and sister!" She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Michael and Anita Banks were... kissing! Kissing!
"Look..." Janeway moved to the girl, trying to calm her down. "This can all be explained. There's a really good explanation for this."
Chakotay looked at her. She wasn't suggesting.... "There is?" he queried.
Janeway nodded at Chakotay, telling him they had to.
Hermione looked at Janeway, then at Chakotay. Janeway then Chakotay. "Well...." she demanded. "What is it?"
"Well...." the Captain glanced at her First Officer for a moment, then back to the witch. "You know... Those aliens?"
"Yeah..." Hermione lifted an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what she was going to hear, but she had an idea.
"Well...." Kathryn's brow furrowed. "You know how... We knew things about them?"
Hermione gasped. "You're one of them!" she cried. "You're aliens!"
"No!" Janeway silenced her, hoping no one heard. "We're human. Just like you. Except.... Well..."
"We're from the future." Chakotay finished for her. He came up to her side, as he had many times on Voyager. For a moment he saw them there. Or perhaps on an Away Mission. Yes... On a planet. They'd seen no evidence of life on it from the scans, and yet when they got there they found a pre-warp civilization, and now they had to explain themselves.
"The Twenty-fourth century to be exact." Janeway added. It was easier now that the shock was gone. Hermione was brave and intelligent, they could trust her.
"Then why are you here?" Janeway expected that question and was ready.
"We think a being known as a Q sent us here." she replied. "As well as the aliens. Why, we have no idea. Where we can find him, we're not sure."
"But we have an idea." Chakotay nodded. The boy with the padd. They'd go to him. It might be hard finding him again, but it had to be a guarantee.
Janeway was going to add something to the conversation, but she stopped. The boy with the padd... But what about....
"Hermione," she was asking the questions now. "Is there any spell that would allow muggle devices to work on campus?"
The muggle born shook her head. "Not that I know of... Why?"
But Janeway didn't answer. She sprinted into the girls' rooms and shook awake the girl with the CD player.
"Hey.." she whispered to the sleepy girl. "Where'd you get that CD player?"
"Huh?" The girl was still groggy and it took a few moments for it to register. "Oh that. Quentin." She rolled over to go back to sleep, but Janeway stopped her.
"Where can I find him in a hurry?"
~*~
Once they explained to Hermione that they weren't brother and sister, or kids, and that Patsy, rather Seven, was the same way, Janeway and Chakotay found it was a lot easier to get information on magic. They knew Seven would still want to do research in the library, they knew that, but now she wouldn't *have* to.
Meeting up with the ex-drone that morning, they looked at the Slytherin table to find the boy they'd bumped into wasn't there. Just as the girl had said he wouldn't be. At first it had confused Kathryn, but then she realized if he was in fact a Q, he wouldn't have to eat human food.
Grabbing a few things to eat on the way, the trio trooped out of the Great Hall and went out to the fountain.
~*~
"I know she's a first year." Ron was saying. "But I just.... I can't stop thinking about her. Is it wrong?"
Harry said something comforting to his friend, and Hermione looked away from the entrance to the Hall. She had just watched the three kids... Rather adults... from the future walking out of it.
"She's not a first year." she whispered to her red headed friend. Janeway had said it was okay to tell Ron and Harry, but only them, because she'd heard what they'd done in the past. She figured if anything went wrong, they could possibly help.
Ron and Harry looked at her as if she was insane.
"We've gotta talk." she continued.
~*~
"Quentin" was sitting on the edge of the fountain, staring into the water. Janeway and Chakotay were about to walk up to him when they saw something that made them stop.
"Q!" Kathryn gasped. The Q many people in the Federation knew appeared suddenly beside Quentin. Instead of his normal Starfleet command uniform, however, he was wearing robes. Janeway wished someone would have walked by and seen it just then but realized no one would have really thought twice. She'd heard of older wizards "apparating", which was like transporting, but required no technology.
The two humans hid behind a nearby tree to watch the Qs. Q's face held mixed emotions. He was proud, and yet angry.
"I'm proud that you know how to do this, son." he praised the boy. "But you're doing too much. I told you just the Madam Captain, and you brought Chuckles and the Drone along with her. Now the Hirogen and Klingon?"
I knew it. Janeway thought to herself. He is his son!
Quentin stood up and faced his father angrily. "So?" He shouted. "Why do I have to do what *you* say! I want to have *fun*! You're... You're just like.... Just like mom!"
Q gasped and looked around, thinking. "Perhaps you're right." He said finally. "But you really do have to tune it down. They're starting to suspect."
"They're stupid inferior beings." Quentin growled in response.
"You're under estimating them."
"Whatever."
~*~
"So..." Ron sat back. What was he hearing?? "How old *is* she?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "You know?" she said after awhile. "Anita... I mean... Kathryn... Never said. She told me hers and Chakotay's, approximately, but she never said Seven's."
"Seven?" Harry looked up. "That's an odd name."
Hermione shrugged. "Yeah it's short for Seven of Nine... Umm... And a lot more stuff." She shrugged again.
"What kind of a name is that?" Harry continued.
"Well, her real name is Annika-"
"It's beautiful." Ron interrupted.
Hermione felt a twinge of annoyance, but she continued. "But she doesn't want to be called that."
"Why not?" It was really getting Harry's attention.
"I'm not sure." Hermione continued. "They seemed to want to say as little as possible. And that makes sense. I guess they don't want to alter the future or something in any way. Anyway, there's something about Seven that I guess is something we, in the past, don't know about. And shouldn't know about."
"Maybe she's an alien." Ron sulked. If she was, she wouldn't be interested in him.
Hermione shook her head. "Kathryn said they were all human. Seven's just... different."
"What did you say her name was?" Harry spoke up and looked at Hermione.
"Seven of Nine." She replied. "Why?"
"It sounds to me," his brow furrowed in thought. "Like Seven wasn't seen as an individual. I mean 'seven of nine'. She was part of something. She was the seventh of nine."
"Hey, I think you're right." Hermione agreed. "But how could she not be an individual?"
"Maybe they just didn't see her as one."
"The bastards." Ron mumbled.
They were grateful for the empty Common Room. It gave them time to think. To talk. They hushed each other as the portrait swung open.
It was Janeway and Chakotay, with Seven in tow.
"How'd you get past the Fat Lady?" Ron's eyes went wide when he saw Seven. She wouldn't let a Slytherin in... Would she?
"She was out visiting a friend." Chakotay replied. "A rather eccentric knight was in her place. He didn't know she wasn't a Gryffindor."
"Seven of Nine." Harry wanted to know if he was right. The blonde looked at him, letting him know he had her attention. "Why didn't they see you as an individual?"
She knew what he was talking about, but was curious as to how he figured it out. "What do you mean?" she asked, slightly uncomfortable.
"Well," Harry thought for a moment. "Seven of Nine. That suggests you're the seventh of nine. Nothing more. Why?"
Ron looked at her curiously. She was really uncomfortable with this question. What was it about her name that hurt her? And if it did hurt her, why didn't she use the name Annika?
"Why don't you use your real name?" He said it before he even realized it.
"Annika is no longer... Appropriate." Seven finally answered. "And as for the question of why they did not view me as an individual..... It was because I wasn't one."
"How is that possible?" Hermione gasped. Not an individual?
"Seven..." Janeway said quietly. She was feeling the girl's pain as well. Hermione saw what it was doing to her. The memories swelled up in her mind and she was fighting a silent struggle.
"So how do you plan on getting back?" Hermione changed the subject quickly and saw Seven was instantly relieved.
"We have to talk to Q." Janeway replied. "He left before we could. We were about to talk to Quentin, but when we approached him he disappeared."
"He apparated?!" Ron exclaimed, utterly confused.
"Oh no," Chakotay shook his head. "No, no, he's not that stupid. He'd get caught. He merely used his Q powers."
Ron sat down next to Seven and tried to comfort her, even though she was pretty much over the previous conversation. Hermione felt her cheeks burn with anger, and couldn't understand why.
To be continued....