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.
~* Note!! : I don't like how *this one* turned out... See I had it almost done and I liked it, but the computer decided to go stupid and I lost it. ::sigh:: It may be terrible, but please stick through it ;) The rest will be better I promise :) *~
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They searched furiously for Quentin after that, but never seemed to catch him. When they did see him, which was a rare occurrence, he disappeared before they could reach him. As if he knew.
Sinking back into a high backed, extremely comfortable chair, Kathryn sighed. The small group consisting of Chakotay, Seven (the Fat Lady had decided to take a vacation to a tropical painting on the third floor), Ron, Harry, and Hermione were once again the only ones in the Common Room. It was as if someone cleared the room just for them sometimes and they wondered about their luck.
"What I would give for a sonic shower." Kathryn muttered. These water showers left her still feeling dirty, no matter how hard she scrubbed.
"Amen to that, sister." Chakotay was sitting in a chair opposite hers with his eyes closed. Things had been a little too hectic for his liking lately. They were always rushing about the grounds looking for the elusive young Q. At least no other aliens had appeared after the Klingon left.
Knock on wood he told himself mentally.
Yawning, Janeway stretched her arms and legs. But she wasn't tired, really. It was only five. She could last awhile longer.
"So," she was still mid-yawn, and finished quickly. "What's the plan?"
"You're the captain." Chakotay smiled. "What do you say?" He knew she was tired, but she was driving herself. As she always did. She never rested. Constantly pushing, that was Kathryn Janeway. Often he wondered if that was the reason she drank so much coffee.
"What I would give for a cup of coffee..." Chakotay wanted to laugh as the words escaped her lips. Sometimes she was so predictable.
Ron was sitting next to Seven of Nine, much to Hermione's annoyance. Her face burned red and she had to excuse herself from the room. Walking into the girls dorms she looked in the mirror. She gripped the sides of the night stand beneath it and gritted her teeth. Closing her eyes, she began to think.
How can I compete with her? She asked herself. Look at her! She's beautiful! And the way Janeway and Chakotay tell it she practically has to beat guys off with sticks!
"Just look at you!" The mirror exclaimed in a sing song voice. "So beautiful... So elegant... You have the loveliest smile too..."
"I wasn't even smiling." Hermione was in no mood for this mirror. Everyone called her Granny Mirror because she spoke like a grandmother. Always telling the girls how beautiful they were, and how pretty their smiles were. Even the ugly girls who didn't brush their teeth.
"No," the mirror replied. "But I remember when you went to that Ball. I've never seen anyone smile that much! You must have really liked that boy."
Hermione flopped on her bed. She and Viktor had broken up just before she came to Hogwarts. Apparently there were way too many issues about their age difference. She didn't understand why they hadn't surfaced when they first started dating, though. She was sure Ron and Harry would have comforted her if she had told them, but she hadn't. She wasn't sure why not. She grieved little, though. Sure, he was a great guy, but he wasn't her type. He wasn't smart, he wasn't funny, he wasn't... He wasn't...
He wasn't Ron.
"No," She began pounding on her pillow. It wasn't a normal habit of hers, she wasn't a violent person after all, but she felt like punching her pillow. "He was great, but he wasn't my type. You know? I guess.. I guess I was just so happy cause I got some sort of sick pleasure out of making Ron jealous. I don't know why.. I guess cause... Cause.."
"You like him." She was sure that if the mirror had a face it would have been smiling some grandmotherly smile.
Hermione sat up and felt anger flare up inside of her. "What are you talking about?!" She defended herself.
"Oh sweety," The damn mirror was always calling people things like that. "The way you talk about him.. They way you look when you talk about him.. I'm sorry, honey, but it's obvious."
Defeated, Hermione shoved her face in the pillow.
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Meanwhile in the Common Room Ron and Harry were talking to Seven and Janeway and Chakotay were in their own little world.
"I wonder what's taking her so long." Janeway looked at the door of the girls' room. "I better check on her."
Chakotay was a little sad at the loss of their close conversation, but he understood. "Yeah." he agreed. "That might be wise."
"Of course." She grinned. "I'm the Captain. Everything I say is wise."
Chakotay laughed. He loved it when she was playful like this. Truth be told, he was a little surprised she was so calm over this whole situation. He expected her to be a little more strung out, but she appeared to be enjoying herself. She obviously wanted to go home, but he got the feeling part of her wanted to stay.
She stood up and went to go check on Hermione, leaving Chakotay staring at the fire.
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"Hermione?" She looked at the girl laying face down on her pillow.
Hermione lifted her head and looked at Kathryn. She had tears running down her cheeks and she wiped them away hurriedly.
"Are you okay?" There was definite concern in Kathryn's voice. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The other girl wiped at the tears that were already gone.
"Oh," Kathryn didn't give up. "I don't think so. Nobody cries like that for nothing. She was smiling, hoping the young witch would open up to her. She felt closer to her than anyone else. She was, after all, the first person to know about them.
"It's just...." Hermione stopped and thought for a moment. She needed to know how to say this. "I like Ron. I mean I *really* like him. But he's all over Seven. And look at her. There's no hope for me."
The other girl smiled. "Oh," she said. "I don't think Seven's interested in him. I don't think Seven's interested in *anybody* to tell you the truth! Well... There was that one guy in Unimatrix Zero, but I'm no really sure that's going to happen either." She smiled and sat down next to Hermione. "Besides, Ron is, what? Fifteen? Seven is much older. In her thirties I believe." She paused as if to think. "Let's see... Assimilated when she was six... A drone for about eighteen years... Then there was the time in the maturation chamber... And her time on Voyager. I'd say Seven's in her early thirties, maybe late twenties. Still quite young, but far too old for Ron."
"Thirty is old!" Hermione looked at her with wide eyes.
Janeway laughed. "Well, it may seem that way to you, but I assure you, it's young. Especially since people in the Twenty-fourth century live well past a hundred."
"A hundred!" Hermione gasped.
"Well past that."
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"Now what's taking the both of them so long?" Chakotay exclaimed, a small smile playing across his lips. Leave it to Kathryn to go check on someone who was taking long and wind up taking long herself.
"I shall go see." Seven stood up, slightly grateful for the excuse to get away from the confusing teenager named Ron. She walked into the rooms, pausing only slightly, and saw the two girls laughing and talking.
"Come in, Seven!" Janeway laughed. "We're having girl talk!"
"Girl talk?" The ex-drone looked at them with a confused expression. "What is *girl talk*?"
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"It was *amazing*!" Kathryn was speaking energetically about the night before. "You should have seen her! I tell you, she took another step in regaining her humanity."
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Sitting in her normal chair in the library Seven stared at the pages of the large book she was studying. Her mind wandered to the argument of padds versus print. Sure, padds were easier to carry around, but books didn't malfunction. Books were easier to create, but padds could carry more information.
She suddenly realized she was forcing herself to think about that. She was trying to divert her attention. But from what?
She didn't have to think long. She knew what it was about. The night before. She had had *fun* with Hermione and the Captain. They had talked for so long, about so many things. School, work, boys, men. She wondered why it intrigued her so much.
I had a short childhood. She thought to herself. It was merely six years. I never reached adolescence. Perhaps the enjoyment I experienced was derived from the suppressed desire to experience that adolescence which the Borg took from me.
She saw Ron walk into the library and walk over to her. Seven sighed audibly. She didn't *hate* Ron, but she was really getting tired of him admiring her like he was. Not even Ensign Kim was this bad.
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"So what do you think, Chakotay?" Janeway laughed as they were walking to the Quidditch game. "Who *is* going to win?"
"Ravenclaw." he replied. "Easily." He stared at her for a while and his gaze fell upon her smile. While it was very nice, it wasn't *her* smile. It was the smile of a ten-year-old girl he didn't know. He missed Kathryn's smile. It was so warm and beautiful. So... Kathryn Janeway.
"Chakotay?" Her voice, rather the voice of a little girl, pulled him from his thoughts.
"Sorry," He smiled. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are and how I miss being able to look at you."
His Captain blushed. "You know," she replied. "Flattery won't get you a promotion."
Seven's eyebrows furrowed when she heard them laugh and she couldn't help but speak up. "I do not believe the Commander was trying for a promotion." she spoke up. "From my observations of Lieutenants Paris and Torres I believe that he was 'flirting' with you."
Everybody laughed.
"Seven?" Hermione asked. "How is it that you don't have a sense of humor?" Everybody laughed again and Seven straightened up.
"I make attempts at humor." She defended herself. "But I do not fully understand the need for it."
Harry was about to reply when Janeway silenced them. "Quentin!" she shouted. The group turned to see where she was indicating and gasped at the sight.
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Yeah, that's my least fave of the series so far... Also, I've moved all the fics from the Harry Potter section to the Star Trek: Voyager section... They're just too Voyager-y for the Harry Potter section. :)