A/N: The sixth chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic. Even more drama now,
as promised.
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.
6. Counselling 2: Counselling Harder
Ron was in his quarters, going over the registry. The door beeped.
"Come in," said Ron. Counsellor Troi entered (A/N: Never could've guessed that one, eh?). "Oh, hi. Counsellor Troi, right?"
"Yes, that's right," said Troi. "What are you looking for?"
"A recipe for a drink, Butterbeer," said Ron. "Though, I'm not that lucky in my search. I think I'll give up for now."
"I wanted to talk to you," said Troi.
"Really?" said Ron. "What about?"
"Why don't we sit down," said Troi. They sat down on the sofa next to the window. "So, how have you settled in?" said Troi.
"Well, I'll tell you, It's not that easy being transported into the future all of a sudden," said Ron. "I'm still adjusting. But the others are helping me, so under the circumstances I have to say that I've settled in quite good."
"How about your family? Do you miss them?" said Troi.
"Yeah, I do, I'd be lying if I'd say I wasn't..." said Ron. "But it's okay. I've always been sort of a middle child. I never felt like I was something. All my brothers have been special in some way. And my sister was special because she was the only girl. So, now when I'm in the future, I guess I'm something special too. Back in my time the only thing special about me was that I was best friends with Harry. Though I still miss my family a bit... But it's okay. At least I've got Hermione here." Ron smiled. "Without her, this be a lot harder."
"You two are together?" said Troi.
"Yes," said Ron. "We have been since just before our fifth year. God knows what I would do without her..." Troi sensed that everything was under control.
"So, you're okay then?" said Troi.
"Yeah, I'm fine," said Ron. Troi stood up and started walking out the room. "Oh, counsellor, could I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?" said Troi.
"Have you ever heard of the drink butterbeer?" said Ron.
"No, I can't say that I have," said Troi. "Sorry."
"Yeah, well..." said Ron. "I had to try. See you later then, counsellor." Troi went out of the room. Ron got up and continued going trough the registry. "Okay, buddy. It's just you and me now..."
"Computer, locate Harry Potter," said Troi.
"Harry Potter is in holodeck two," the computer voice answered. Troi reached holodeck two a few minutes later. Harry was just exiting. He was wearing some sort of battle suit. Troi thought she saw something looking strangely much like blood on it.
"Counsellor Troi," said Harry. "What can I help you with?" Troi looked up at Harry's face.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"Well, let's talk whilst walking then," said Harry. They started walking. "So, it's time for the required counselling session, eh?"
"Yes," said Troi.
"Thought so..." said Harry.
"What were you doing on the holodeck," said Troi.
"Training," said Harry, walking a bit faster. Troi matched his pace.
"Really?" she said, not really believing him. "Which training programs do you have blo-" She stopped herself, since she'd looked down at the spot where she'd seen the blood, but it wasn't there anymore. Had she imagined it?"
"Yes?" said Harry.
"Nothing," said Troi. "How are you settling in?"
"Fine," said Harry. "No problem's with this century at all. No nightmares, no fear of the dark, no dreams about being clubbed to death with a live ferret, no nothing." Troi sensed that Harry was irritated, perhaps even mad. Maybe he- Wait a minute...?
"Live ferret?" said Troi. "Why shoul-" Harry chuckled.
"Sorry, counsellor," said Harry. "It's an inside joke..." (A/N: I'll write a humor-fic about this soon, and then you'll understand.)
"Okay," said Troi. "How about your family?"
"What about them?" said Harry.
"Well, do you miss them," said Troi.
"My mom and dad died when I was about a year old," said Harry. "I lived with my aunt and uncle until after my fifth year, then moved to my Uncle Sirius's house. I miss him." Troi sensed that he wasn't telling the whole truth.
"No one else?" she said, trying to get him to tell more. Harry stopped and turned to Troi.
"Look, I answered your questions," said Harry, seemingly irritated. "Is there anything else?" Troi decided that it was hopeless to try and reason with him when he was this angry. She sighed.
"No," said Troi.
"Good," said Harry. "See you around, counsellor." He walked away. Troi stood behind, wondering why Harry was so angry. There definitely was something he wasn't telling her.
Lynn, Hermione, Ron and Harry were gathered in Lynn and Hermione's quarters.
"Why did we have to be here, Wesley?" Ron asked.
"Sorry, they just told me to get you," said Wesley. "Though I think the captain's coming here."
"What?!" said Lynn. "Here?"
"Yes, but I'm not certain," said Wesley. Hermione and Lynn immediately started cleaning up the few things that lay scattered throughout the quarters.
"Um...what are you doing?" said Ron.
"What does it look like?" said Hermione. "We're cleaning."
"Um...why?" said Ron. Hermione groaned (A/N: Or something like that, don't know all English words...)
"If Captain Picard's coming here, this room is going to be clean and neat," said Hermione, and shuffled the last pillow into satisfactory position. "There." The door beeped. Lynn and Hermione quickly moved into position with the others. "Come in." The door opened and Picard, Data and Troi entered. "Captain Picard."
"Good, you're all here," said Picard. "We've done some investigations. Data, why don't you start with your conclusions."
"Yes, sir," said Data. "I have found evidence of the 'wizarding world. It has at least existed."
"Great, so you believe us for sure now," said Lynn.
"Yes, we do," said Picard. "However, that isn't all we've found..."
"We are not sure that the wizarding world survived the third world war. And if it has it is probably very well hidden. Even with our technology, we may not be able to find it." There was a few moments silence.
"So, your saying that even if the wizarding world still exists, there might be no way that we can make sure?"
"Yes," said Picard.
"Wait a minute, can't you do like time travel or something?" said Ron. "I mean, you got the technology, right?"
"No, nothing stabile," said Picard. "At the time we don't see any way for you to get home." There was silence throughout the room. Harry walked over to the window and looked out into space. Nobody saw it, but a single tear ran down his cheek.
"I knew it..." he said quietly. Troi walked up to him.
"Harry..." she said, and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry removed Troi's hand from his shoulder, and then quickly turned towards Troi and the others.
"Get away from me!" he said. "Just...leave me alone!" He ran out of the room.
A/N: As you an see the chapter title is a parody on a movie title, guess which :P
I changed the main category from "Drama/Humor" to Humor/Drama!, just to see what happened. Now I've moved it back again.
Thanks for pointing that out coolone007, missed it myself. Maybe I thought it didn't count because they're unconscious? Don't really know myself...
Still only 6 reviews....Well, well...
For fans of my main fic "Not all changes are for the worst...", try and stand it a day or two more, then a new chapter will be up at last!
Emher
PS. I saw "The Sum of All Fears" today (movies takes a while to get here sometimes...), and loved it! I like these political thrillers like "The Hunt for Red October" and "Thirteen Days", an this one was right up with those. It really made you think sometimes, especially after 9/11. Plus I gotta test my home cinema system with this movie on DVD. DS.
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.
6. Counselling 2: Counselling Harder
Ron was in his quarters, going over the registry. The door beeped.
"Come in," said Ron. Counsellor Troi entered (A/N: Never could've guessed that one, eh?). "Oh, hi. Counsellor Troi, right?"
"Yes, that's right," said Troi. "What are you looking for?"
"A recipe for a drink, Butterbeer," said Ron. "Though, I'm not that lucky in my search. I think I'll give up for now."
"I wanted to talk to you," said Troi.
"Really?" said Ron. "What about?"
"Why don't we sit down," said Troi. They sat down on the sofa next to the window. "So, how have you settled in?" said Troi.
"Well, I'll tell you, It's not that easy being transported into the future all of a sudden," said Ron. "I'm still adjusting. But the others are helping me, so under the circumstances I have to say that I've settled in quite good."
"How about your family? Do you miss them?" said Troi.
"Yeah, I do, I'd be lying if I'd say I wasn't..." said Ron. "But it's okay. I've always been sort of a middle child. I never felt like I was something. All my brothers have been special in some way. And my sister was special because she was the only girl. So, now when I'm in the future, I guess I'm something special too. Back in my time the only thing special about me was that I was best friends with Harry. Though I still miss my family a bit... But it's okay. At least I've got Hermione here." Ron smiled. "Without her, this be a lot harder."
"You two are together?" said Troi.
"Yes," said Ron. "We have been since just before our fifth year. God knows what I would do without her..." Troi sensed that everything was under control.
"So, you're okay then?" said Troi.
"Yeah, I'm fine," said Ron. Troi stood up and started walking out the room. "Oh, counsellor, could I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?" said Troi.
"Have you ever heard of the drink butterbeer?" said Ron.
"No, I can't say that I have," said Troi. "Sorry."
"Yeah, well..." said Ron. "I had to try. See you later then, counsellor." Troi went out of the room. Ron got up and continued going trough the registry. "Okay, buddy. It's just you and me now..."
"Computer, locate Harry Potter," said Troi.
"Harry Potter is in holodeck two," the computer voice answered. Troi reached holodeck two a few minutes later. Harry was just exiting. He was wearing some sort of battle suit. Troi thought she saw something looking strangely much like blood on it.
"Counsellor Troi," said Harry. "What can I help you with?" Troi looked up at Harry's face.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"Well, let's talk whilst walking then," said Harry. They started walking. "So, it's time for the required counselling session, eh?"
"Yes," said Troi.
"Thought so..." said Harry.
"What were you doing on the holodeck," said Troi.
"Training," said Harry, walking a bit faster. Troi matched his pace.
"Really?" she said, not really believing him. "Which training programs do you have blo-" She stopped herself, since she'd looked down at the spot where she'd seen the blood, but it wasn't there anymore. Had she imagined it?"
"Yes?" said Harry.
"Nothing," said Troi. "How are you settling in?"
"Fine," said Harry. "No problem's with this century at all. No nightmares, no fear of the dark, no dreams about being clubbed to death with a live ferret, no nothing." Troi sensed that Harry was irritated, perhaps even mad. Maybe he- Wait a minute...?
"Live ferret?" said Troi. "Why shoul-" Harry chuckled.
"Sorry, counsellor," said Harry. "It's an inside joke..." (A/N: I'll write a humor-fic about this soon, and then you'll understand.)
"Okay," said Troi. "How about your family?"
"What about them?" said Harry.
"Well, do you miss them," said Troi.
"My mom and dad died when I was about a year old," said Harry. "I lived with my aunt and uncle until after my fifth year, then moved to my Uncle Sirius's house. I miss him." Troi sensed that he wasn't telling the whole truth.
"No one else?" she said, trying to get him to tell more. Harry stopped and turned to Troi.
"Look, I answered your questions," said Harry, seemingly irritated. "Is there anything else?" Troi decided that it was hopeless to try and reason with him when he was this angry. She sighed.
"No," said Troi.
"Good," said Harry. "See you around, counsellor." He walked away. Troi stood behind, wondering why Harry was so angry. There definitely was something he wasn't telling her.
Lynn, Hermione, Ron and Harry were gathered in Lynn and Hermione's quarters.
"Why did we have to be here, Wesley?" Ron asked.
"Sorry, they just told me to get you," said Wesley. "Though I think the captain's coming here."
"What?!" said Lynn. "Here?"
"Yes, but I'm not certain," said Wesley. Hermione and Lynn immediately started cleaning up the few things that lay scattered throughout the quarters.
"Um...what are you doing?" said Ron.
"What does it look like?" said Hermione. "We're cleaning."
"Um...why?" said Ron. Hermione groaned (A/N: Or something like that, don't know all English words...)
"If Captain Picard's coming here, this room is going to be clean and neat," said Hermione, and shuffled the last pillow into satisfactory position. "There." The door beeped. Lynn and Hermione quickly moved into position with the others. "Come in." The door opened and Picard, Data and Troi entered. "Captain Picard."
"Good, you're all here," said Picard. "We've done some investigations. Data, why don't you start with your conclusions."
"Yes, sir," said Data. "I have found evidence of the 'wizarding world. It has at least existed."
"Great, so you believe us for sure now," said Lynn.
"Yes, we do," said Picard. "However, that isn't all we've found..."
"We are not sure that the wizarding world survived the third world war. And if it has it is probably very well hidden. Even with our technology, we may not be able to find it." There was a few moments silence.
"So, your saying that even if the wizarding world still exists, there might be no way that we can make sure?"
"Yes," said Picard.
"Wait a minute, can't you do like time travel or something?" said Ron. "I mean, you got the technology, right?"
"No, nothing stabile," said Picard. "At the time we don't see any way for you to get home." There was silence throughout the room. Harry walked over to the window and looked out into space. Nobody saw it, but a single tear ran down his cheek.
"I knew it..." he said quietly. Troi walked up to him.
"Harry..." she said, and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry removed Troi's hand from his shoulder, and then quickly turned towards Troi and the others.
"Get away from me!" he said. "Just...leave me alone!" He ran out of the room.
A/N: As you an see the chapter title is a parody on a movie title, guess which :P
I changed the main category from "Drama/Humor" to Humor/Drama!, just to see what happened. Now I've moved it back again.
Thanks for pointing that out coolone007, missed it myself. Maybe I thought it didn't count because they're unconscious? Don't really know myself...
Still only 6 reviews....Well, well...
For fans of my main fic "Not all changes are for the worst...", try and stand it a day or two more, then a new chapter will be up at last!
Emher
PS. I saw "The Sum of All Fears" today (movies takes a while to get here sometimes...), and loved it! I like these political thrillers like "The Hunt for Red October" and "Thirteen Days", an this one was right up with those. It really made you think sometimes, especially after 9/11. Plus I gotta test my home cinema system with this movie on DVD. DS.
