A/N: The thirteenth chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic. It's really an ironic number for this chapter, cause if it and the following chapters don't work, then whole fic goes down in flames (flames made of ones and zeroes, but still...).

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.





13. Hero worship



Harry was sitting in Ten Forward. He had a glass of butterbeer, refreshing his memory of the drink. Now Ethan Walsh entered the room. He came over to Harry.

"May I sit down?" he asked.

"Sure," said Harry. Walsh sat down opposite Harry. Harry could see that Walsh looked tense. "Taking a break in the work?"

"Yes, even we in Starfleet need it once in a while," said Walsh, smiling.

"Any progress?" said Harry. Walsh sighed.

"Some," he said. "We can't really get the energy to work right with the spell."

"Don't you have experience with the spell?" said Harry.

"Well, theoretical experience. Plus it's a complicated spell," said Walsh.

"What do you mean theoretical?" said Harry. Walsh sighed again.

"Over the years our magical powers have become obsolete," he said. "Technology can do most of our work now."

"You don't use your wands any more?" said Harry.

"Sure we do," said Walsh. He pulled out a wand from a hidden pocket on his uniform. "Here's mine."

"Bought it at Ollivander's?" said Harry.

"Yes," said Walsh. "That's where you got yours?" Harry took out his wand.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Used a bit more over the years than I thought I would from the beginning though..." Walsh seemed to look in awe at Harry. Harry put his wand away. "Something wrong, Commander? You seem nervous." Walsh chuckled.

"It's just..." he said. "It feels a bit strange... sitting here, talking to you."

"The 'Legendary Harry Potter'?" said Harry. Walsh nodded. "Believe me, I'm not as fantastic as the tales tell. You've probably grown up hearing about me."

"Yes, I have," said Walsh. "I don't know a kid with wizard relatives who haven't."

"Thought they would've found a new hero after all this time, though," said Harry, smiling. "But you're still worshipping 'The Boy Who Lived'. It's a bit fun though. Me, an teenage student at Hogwarts and you, a Commander in Starfleet. Who should be worshipping who?" Walsh smiled.

"Guess you're right. It is a bit silly," he said. He was quiet for second. "Lynn said earlier that I looked like her brother. Do I?" Harry was quiet for a few seconds.

"The resemblance is striking," he then said. "I've met him a few times. He seems like a great guy." Harry chuckled. "You know, the first time I met him, I thought he was like my clone or something."

"How come?" said Walsh.

"Well, we were going on a trip with Lynn, and Michael was supposed to meet us there," said Harry. "When we arrived at the airport, we were met by this tall guy with black hair, glasses and really green eyes. Couldn't help but look for a scar on his forehead. He really looked like an older, taller me!"

"But you said he had black hair and glasses?" said Walsh, who himself didn't have glasses and had brown hair.

"Yeah, I was coming to that part," said Harry. "It later turned out that he had only dyed his hair black, and had used the glasses at work and hadn't had time to take them of."

"He needed the glasses to read?" said Walsh. Harry chuckled.

"Um, no. The glass in them was not prescribed, but plain," he said. "He used them because he'd heard by a woman, whom worked at the company he was freelancing at, that she liked men with glasses."

"So he had them to try and win her heart?" said Walsh, smiling.

"No, not her heart," said Harry, smiling. "More like her bed!" Harry and Walsh laughed. "He wasn't such a lady-killer, though. He just never stayed at a place long enough to have time to develop a serious relationship."

"Well, that make's sense," said Walsh.

"Michael was like that," said a voice. They looked towards the voice. It was Lynn. "Sensible and a traveller. If he'd ever settle down and make a family for himself he'd be great father." Lynn sat down at the table. "Though he always said he helped raising me and Kevin so much he already had the experience, and wouldn't go through it again."

"I only have younger sister, but I know the feeling," said Walsh.

"What's she named?" said Lynn.

"Helen," said Walsh.

"What does she work with?" said Lynn.

"She's in Starfleet too," said Walsh. "A science officer at Earth Spacedock." Walsh smiled. "She doesn't really like serving on a Starship that much. I think it's because she loves Earth. From what I've heard, your brother and I are quite alike. I think he would've loved Starfleet." Lynn smiled.

"Me too," she said. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something, Commander."

"Call me Ethan, by all means," said Walsh. "We are family after all."

"When we go back, everyone in this time will forget about us, right?" said Lynn.

"Yes..." said Walsh. "...One way or the other..."

"What?" said Harry.

"If the timeline don't get back to normal we will use memory cleansing spells on the crew," said Walsh. "Any anyone who's heard about you."

"So there's no way anyone will remember us being here, right?" said Lynn.

"Yes, that's how it has to be," said Walsh. He sighed. "Sorry."

"It's okay..." said Lynn. "Will we remember?"

"Yes, we can't erase your memory the same way," said Walsh.

"I can live with that," said Harry. "I bet some skills I've picked up here could come in handy."

"I guess..." said Lynn. She looked at Commander Walsh. "Do you know when we'll be on our way?" Walsh sighed.

"It'll take a few days at least," he said.

"Okay," said Lynn. She got up. "It got to now, I'll see you later."

"Bye," said Harry.

"Goodbye," said Ethan.

"She's up to something..." said Harry when Lynn was out of earshot.

"What make's you say that?" said Walsh.

"I've know Lynn long enough to know when she's planning something," said Harry. "And I've got a feeling that right now she's got something big planned."

"Like what?" said Walsh.

"I dunno," said Harry. "Perhaps another party or something..." He took a sip of his butterbeer.



Dr Crusher was in her office in sickbay. It had been a calm day so far, only some minor injuries. She was going through a report, when she heard a voice.

"Dr Crusher?" said the voice. Dr Crusher looked up. It was Lynn. "May I talk to you?"

"Sure, Lynn, come on in," said Dr Crusher. Lynn sat down at the chair across the table. "What is it?"

"Well. you know about me and Wesley seeing each other a lot lately, right?" said Lynn. Dr Crusher smiled.

"I'm his mother, how couldn't I know about it?" she said.

"I'm just wondering.are you okay with it?" said Lynn. "Me and Wesley, that is."

"Sure, I don't mind," said Dr Crusher. "I've seen you enough the past month or so to know that you're a nice girl."

"Thank you, Dr Crusher, it means a lot," said Lynn, a slight smile on her face. "One other thing, though."

"Yes?" said Dr Crusher.

"Would you like to join me and Wesley later tonight?" said Lynn.

"I don't want do be a third wheel." said Dr Crusher.

"I'd be honoured if you'd come," said Lynn.

"Okay then, I'll come," said Dr Crusher.

"Great," said Lynn and smiled. "Is around eight in my quarters good?"

"Fine by me," said Dr Crusher.

"Okay, se you at eight then," said Lynn. She got up. "I got to go now, bye."

"Goodbye," said Dr Crusher. Lynn left the room. Dr Crusher returned her attention to the report.



"ARRGHH! Lost it again!" Commander Ethan Walsh exclaimed. He was in Engineering with Data and Geordi, trying to get enough energy for the time- apparation. "It's like someone doesn't want me to get this right!"

"Commander, we've been trying all day now," said Geordi. "Maybe it's time for a brake."

"Yeah, you're right..." said Walsh. "I just want to get them home... If I were only a better wizard..."

"Your record show you to be an excellent Starfleet officer, Commander," said Data. "Perhaps that is enough to assure their safe return." Walsh smiled.

"Thanks, Data," he said. "But I'm afraid that this time it will take more luck than skill..."

"Data, what time is it?" said Wesley, who was standing at a console.

"19 hours, 23 minutes, 47 seconds," said Data.

"Oh no, I'm late!" said Wesley. He took the PADD he'd used for his work and left quickly.

"What was that all about?" said Walsh.

"He's having dinner with Lynn, and Dr Crusher," said Geordi, smiling.

"Well, that explains the hurry..." said Walsh. "First time his mother meets her?"

"No. First time privately, though," said Geordi. Walsh chuckled.

"Well, since we're goin to have brake anyway, let's have drink in Ten Forward to wish the poor guy some luck, eh?" he said.

"Yes, sir," said Geordi, smiling. Walsh, Geordi and Data left engineering.



Wesley tapped the console next to Lynn's door. The door opened after a second, and Wesley went into the room quickly.

"I'm so sorry, Lynn, I lost track of time," he said. "I hope you two haven't waited all to lo-" Wesley saw that Lynn was alone. "Um... where's mom?"

"She's not arriving here until eight o' clock," said Lynn. "I wanted to spend some time with you alone first."

"Why?" said Wesley.

"I wanted to talk to you," said Lynn.

"Okay..." said Wesley, a bit uncertain. "What about?" He sat down next to Lynn.

"Well... we're getting a bit serious, right?" said Lynn.

"Yes, I would say that," said Wesley, smiling.

"Do you love me?" said Lynn seriously. Wesley was quiet for a second.

"Yes, I do," he then said, sincerely. Lynn smiled broadly.

"And I love you too, Wesley Crusher," she said. Wesley smiled.

"But was it really necessary to make me come here half an hour in advance?" said Wesley. "I mean, I thought we already knew that we really liked each other."

"Yeah, I know..." said Lynn. "Guess I just had to hear it to make up my mind..."

"Make up your mind?" said Wesley and frowned, a bit confused. Lynn looked away from Wesley's face. "Hey what is it?" Lynn sighed.

"Wait a sec... I have to work up the courage..." she said.

"Hey, hey, tell me what's wrong," said Wesley. "What ever it is I can take it." Lynn sighed again. Then she looked straight into Wesley's eyes.

"Wesley...?" she said.

"Yes, Lynn?" said Wesley.

"Will you marry me?" said Lynn calmly.







A/N: How guessed that that would happen? Okay, I know you haven't read the coming chapters, but what do you think: may I have killed the fic? Or made it better? Please do tell me you opinion.

The episode about Harry meeting Michael Walsh for the first time is going to be fully covered in one of my later fics. And unlike Michael, I need glasses to see properly. And when I dyed my hair black I kinda looked like Harry, since I have green eyes ^_~ Not as skinny as Harry, though...

Did all you Trekkers see the 47 in this chapter?

I got tickets to Chamber of Secrets on Monday! Had to walk a bit through the city to get them since the subway was down (no pun intended) though... But I don't care! On Friday the 22:nd (the premier day here in Sweden) I'm going to the cinema Royal with a loyal Potter-reader and we're gonna see the movie! We're gonna be a bit tired the next day though, since the movie starts at 21.15 (which means it will stop at like 00.00 or something...) and we have to get home which like 40 miles from the cinema. At least I think it's 40 miles...we use the metric system here, so it's like 60 kilometres...



And no one reviewed last chapter so I can't post any review comments : (





Emher