A/N: The fourth chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures and, of course, Gene Roddenberry (R.I.P.), The Great Bird of the Galaxy. Lynn is all mine.



4. Klingons, holodecks and good nights



"Another round, Guinan," said Wesley. Worf was standing at the bar, a glass of prune-juice in his hand.

"So, you are hosting the new arrivals," said Worf.

"Yes, Captain Picard thought it would be a good idea," said Wesley.

"The red-haired boy. He stares at me," said Worf, a touch of irritation in his voice.

"I wouldn't take it personally, Worf," said Wesley. "He's from the 20th century, he's only seen earthlings before, never a Klingon."

"The others don't stare," said Worf, still a bit irritated.

"It's a long story..." said Wesley. "...but they've seen Klingons, and other non-earthlings, before."



"Ron, stop staring at Worf," said Hermione.

"I'm not staring," said Ron. "I just haven't seen a alien before, that's all."

"Yes, you have," said Lynn. Ron stopped staring at Worf, and looked at Lynn instead.

"What do you mean?" he said. "I haven't seen an alien before."

"Well, you know Counsellor Troi, who was is sickbay earlier? She's an alien," said Lynn. "Well, half alien, anyway."

"She is?!" said Ron, his eyes wide. "Pretty hot for an ali- uh, I mean...eh..." Hermione was staring at Ron with an angry glare. Ron gave a nervous laugh. "Just kidding, dear, just kidding..."

"Well, anyway, don't stare at Worf," said Lynn. "Klingons aren't exactly known for their even temper..."

"Really?" said Ron. "How do you mean...?"

"They are a warrior race, that values honour," said Hermione. "They have certain rituals, violent ones, which involve...what was it...? Oh, yes, Klingon pain-sticks. Among their favourite foods are Gagh, a sort of worms served live, bloodwine, heart of Targ, and many more things. And did I mention that they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle?" Hermione said all this in a casual tone. Ron was now a bit pale, and decided not to even so much as look at Worf. Now Wesley returned with the drinks.

"Ron? You okay?" said Wesley, noticing Ron's pale face.

"Fine, never better," said Ron.



A while later, when the drinks where finished, Wesley came to think of something.

"Hey, I got an idea," he said. "Why don't we all go to the holodeck? I bet there's something you'll like."

"Great idea!" said Lynn.

"Bet? How muc-" said Ron, but Hermione nudged him in the ribs with her elbow before he could finish.

"Sounds good to me," said Hermione.

"Sure, that would be great," said Harry, seeming a bit happier than before. They went out of Ten forward and towards the nearest turbolift.



"What do we do..."said Picard, mostly to himself, not so much towards Riker, who was with him in Picard's ready-room. "What do we do, number one? As it seems now these youngsters may very well be here for the rest of their lives..."

"Well, as I said, Captain, we haven't finished researching yet," said Riker. "We still have to investigate further." The door beeped.

"Come," said Picard. Data entered the room. "Ah, Data. What have you found out?"

"They are speaking the truth, sir," said Data. "I have found distinct evidence that supports everything that they have told us yet. However, I can not prove that this 'wizarding world' still exists. And if it does, it is very well-hidden."

"But there have at least been a school called 'Hogwarts'?" said Riker.

"Absolutely," said Data. "Although, it has some kind of magic cloak of some kind, making it invisible for non-magic humans. I do not know how other species react."

"Still," said Picard. "It seems that they will be here for a while... All right, continue the research."

"Yes, sir," said Riker.

"Aye, Captain," said Data. The two went out of the room. Picard stood up and walked to the window. He looked out into space, and then sighed.

"Merde," he said quietly.



"Here we are," said Wesley. The group had reached Holodeck three. "What would you like to see?"

"What have you got?" said Ron.

"Almost everything," said Wesley. "Cities, environments, holo-novels..."

"How about...the Scottish highlands?" said Ron.

"Sure, that sounds good," said Hermione.

"Okay then," said Wesley, and pressed a button on the console next to the entrance to the holodeck.

"Please state request," said the computer voice.

"The Scottish highlands," said Wesley. "Safety protocols on."

"Environment loaded," said the computer.

"Why did you turn on the safety protocols?" asked Lynn.

"You'll see," said Wesley. The group entered the holodeck. They walked onto a mountain top, several hundred feet high. Below them lay the highlands, green and lush. They could see miles away. "I turned them on so that you wouldn't fall to your death." The others didn't say anything, but were stunned by the view and the realism of it all.

"Woah..."said Ron.

"Told you you'd like it," said Hermione and smiled.

"How does it do people?" said Harry.

"I'll show you," said Wesley. "Computer, load San Francisco environment, contemporary setting." The environment around them changed. Now they where just outside of Starfleet headquarters in San Francisco. It was a sunny day, and there was people in Starfleet uniforms all around them, all of them completely realistic, some even engaged in conversation amongst each other. "Is that answer enough?"

"Yes, it is," said Harry, a bit stunned. "Can you design your own program?"

"Sure, It's no problem," said Wesley. "You just tell the computer what you want and it'll do it for you."

"Okay..." said Harry. "Computer, create late 20th century party hats, in different colours, on the holographic characters."

"Modifications complete," said the computer as red, green, blue and purple party hats materialised on top of peoples heads. Hermione and Lynn couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Seems to be working fine," said Harry, smiling.



About two hours later they finished their little trip to the holodeck. The time had reached about 21.45. They had promised themselves to make more trips to the holodeck, and Ron was thinking about trying to recreate a Quidditch stadium.

"See you in the morning," said Ron, and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek. They had reached their quarters. "Sleep tight."

"Good night," said Hermione.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around," said Ron to Wesley. "Thank you for the drinks by the way, It was really generous of you."

"Oh, it's nothing," said Wesley.

"No, really, they must've cost at least-" said Ron, but Hermione cleared her throat, interrupting him. "What?"

"Ron, money doesn't exist in this century," said Hermione. "At least not in the federation."

"Oh..." said Ron.

"Well, good night," said Harry. "We'll go back to our quarters so that Ron won't put his foot in his mouth again..."

"Yeah, good night," said Lynn.

"Good night," said Wesley. Harry and Ron walked of to their quarters.

"Now I'm of to bed," said Hermione. "I'm REALLY tired!" Hermione went into the bathroom.

"Thanks for tonight, Wesley," said Lynn, smiling. "It was really nice."

"No problem," said Wesley, and smiled also.

"I've always wanted to go to a holodeck, and, well, now I have!" said Lynn. "It was quite an experience."

"We'll do it again some time," said Wesley. "You know, the holodeck have some fun party settings with dance floors and all. Maybe we could..." Wesley stopped, since he realised what he'd just said. "...Well...eh...what I meant was that-"

"Sure," said Lynn. "That would be really nice."

"Great," said Wesley.

"Good," said Lynn. They stood there for a few seconds in silence. The situation was beginning to feel a bit awkward, and just as Lynn opened her mouth to speak, Wesley interrupted her.

"I should probably get back to my quarters..." said Wesley. "Good night."

"Good night," said Lynn. Wesley exited the room, the door closing behind him. Lynn sighed heavily. Then she went and lay down on the sofa next to the window. After a few moments Hermione came out of the bathroom.

"You know, I have exceptionally good hearing sometimes," she said.

"You heard?!" said Lynn, sitting straight up.

"Yes," said Hermione, smiling. "I hereby dub you Lady Lynn the Hopeless!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Lynn, a bit irritated.

"It means that it's pretty obvious that you like Wesley," said Hermione. "And the good news are that he probably feels the same way for you." Hermione sat down next to Lynn.

"What am I doing..." said Lynn. "Falling in love with a guy when we don't know when we'll be home, IF we'll be home..."

"The more reason to act on it," said Hermione. "There's nothing worse than not acting and regretting it later. You of all people should know that."

"Yes, you're right..." said Lynn. Then she smiled. "He really is rather cute..."



Wesley now entered his and his mothers, Dr Crusher's quarters. His mother was sitting down, reading something on a PADD.

"So," she said, looking up from the PADD. "How did it go? No serious problems I hope."

"No, everything went fine," said Wesley. "The worst that happened was that one of them, Ron, hadn't seen an alien before. So when he saw Worf he was a bit shocked. Luckily the girls told him about the Klingons, so there wasn't any trouble."

"Good," said Dr Crusher. "And they've settled in at their quarters and all?"

"Yes, and they've even replicated some new clothes," said Wesley. He sat down at the sofa next to the window.

"What's your impression of them?" said Dr Crusher. "How are they as people?"

"Well..." said Wesley. "Lynn's the most straight forward of the girls. She's happy, intelligent and..." Wesley stopped, and remembered to not be biased in his report. "...and...eh...well, and seems very excited about being here. Hermione's pretty straight forward too, but she seems to more of a bookworm, since she know a lot of facts! Ron's just a normal guy, although very surprised by how things are in this century. Harry...well, I haven't quite got a fix on him. So far he's been very quiet, almost seeming a bit sad. Although, he cheered up a bit when we got to the holodeck."

"Okay," said Dr Crusher. "Troi will talk to them all one at a time tomorrow. Let's see if she can find out something more."

"Let's hope so," said Wesley. "By the way...have they found out anything more yet? I mean, about sending them back or so?"

"No," said Dr Crusher. "It seems they've haven't found out much yet. So they might be here for a while."

"Good," said Wesley, then realised what he'd said. "Er...I mean, that's too bad... Um...I've got homework to do..." Wesley walked out of the room, and into his private room. His mother smiled, thinking that she knew why Wesley had acted a bit strange just now. And she was right, of course.





A/N: Okay, the cat's out of the bag: The second couple is Lynn and Wesley! If you didn't know by now you very well be extremely slow. Or just socially incompetent. Or none. *Awkward silence* Well....um...next subject!

Chapter length beginning to shorten now...next one will be even shorter. All for a regular update rate...

And as you read there is more DRAMA in this chapter! More of that on the way. Next chapter there's a part when my sister cried when reading it. Though, she cried 'bout half an hour after the end of Armageddon, 'cause Bruce Willis dies., and at the end of Braveheart, but that was more warranted I think 'cause that's more of a sad scene.

Wesley clothing problem solved! You'll se how I managed in a few chapters...

Now would you puh-lease review! I've only got like 4 reviews on this one so far, and I really feel like it deserves more! So review! NOW! *Awkward silence. Then I get on my knees and begs:* PLEASE?!



Emher (In clear and present need of reviews!)





PS. Does anyone know if Windtalkers is any good? I'm thinking of seeing it this weekend. I'm not picky of movies, but does it have enough going for it to see it? DS.