Harry zipped around. The woman stared at him with a look of amazement upon her face. These people were obviously not wizards.
"Where am I?" Harry questioned.
"Your aboard the Federation Starship Voyager. May I ask what you are doing here?" the woman retorted.
Harry didn't know how to answer this. It was a mistake…but they wouldn't believe that. He looked around the room. It was cold and sterile, packed with computers. He looked to his left. An enormous screen was built into the wall although he doubted if this was a television. The image displayed on it was a mass of black, dotted with white lights and an orange sphere directly ahead. This was Space.
"Does he speak our language?" the woman asked.
"He does appear to be human," replied another voice. This was a male voice.
Harry turned to the person talking. The man was tall and black. Harry's eyes widened as he surveyed his face. His ears were different – they were pointed. He stood about one metre away clutching what appeared to be a weapon. Harry stepped back slowly.
Harry swallowed hard. His mouth was dry and throat was blocked.
"I do," he said quietly.
"Then do you care on telling us who you are and why you're here?" the woman said.
"I…I came here by accident. My name's Harry Potter," he said, aware that every pair of eyes in the room was on him.
At that moment two men appeared from behind a door and walked towards him, weapons in their hands.
The woman gestured to lower their weapons, gave Harry a cold look and said, "Take him to sick bay. Tuvok. Chakotay,"
Harry was led through the ship. It was like something from a science fiction movie but this was real. Unless it was a dream, maybe it was a dream. Still, he had no reason to be scared – he had his wand to protect himself with and he could apparate. No, that was a stupid idea. What if he apparated into space? He'd die.
When they reached their destination. The woman spoke again.
"Computer, activate EMH."
A man appeared in front of them. Did he apparate? Was he a wizard? No, he didn't look one, he looked like the rest – they wore black uniforms with the shoulder area in a different colour. Harry guessed this might determine their rank.
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," he said, rather half-heartedly.
"Give him a check-up, Doctor," the woman said.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled out a device which began to flash and display unusual graphs and readings. In his other hand he held a small object which he began to move towards Harry. He moved away.
"Don't worry, it's only a scanning device," the Doctor reassured him.
Harry nodded and let him carry on although he looked every few seconds, afraid of what it might do.
"Now," the woman said, turning to Harry, "are you going to tell us more about yourself? Where do you come from?"
"You mean…what planet?"
She nodded.
"Er…Earth," Harry said, feeling even more nervous as she frowned and exchanged looks with the others.
"Are you sure? In the Alpha Quadrant?" This was another man speaking. He was a quite tall middle-aged man with a strange black tattoo on his forehead.
Harry thought - the Alpha Quadrant? This was getting weirder.
"Erm…what's that?" He replied feeling rather foolish.
The doors opened to the sick bay and someone came in. Harry nearly fell off the bed he was sitting on. The short, podgy man who entered wasn't human, Harry was sure of that.
His skin was blotchy and had large ridges on his face. His hair was different too. It was a yellowy colour and sat on the top centre of his head, then down to his shoulders. His eyes were like cats' and his nose was almost piggish.
"Stay calm," the Doctor muttered. "That's just Neelix. He's harmless, which is more than I can say for his cooking."
The woman smirked and turned to smile at Neelix.
"Captain!" He said cheerfully to the woman. He looked at Harry. "This must be our new guest!"
"Yes, this is…I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," the Captain said softly.
"Oh. Erm…I'm Harry. Harry Potter," he said quite lamely.
Even in Space the reaction was the same. Her eyes darted towards his forehead. She stepped back and started pacing the room, shaking her head.
"No. This must be some kind of joke. Harry Potter died centuries ago, along with all the other wizards."
TBC…