Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount. Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastic. I have no money, so suing me would be rather pointless.

A/N: I know, I know, I have way too many irons in the fire, but I had to do this one! It won't leave me alone!

We're in the summer before seventh year. And as far as Star Trek, this is TNG, season seven. (I would have done it post-Nemesis, but I wanted to keep Data, and without the emotion chip. That and my muse kind of insisted.)

When Harry Potter'd turned seventeen, he'd excercised his rights and moved out of his Uncle's house. Dumbledore had been opposed to the move, insisting that Harry had to be protected, but Harry had gotten up in his face and told him that he could protect himself. Voldemort scared him, yes. He wasn't stupid. But he was damned if he was going to allow himself to be ruled by fear! He'd gotten a small apartment in London and set up all the wards he could on it now that he was no longer underaged and could use magic outside of school. He was actually very good at building wards, and when Dumbledore had tested them, he'd been pleasently surprised by their strength.

Harry'd invited his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, over once he was well moved in to celebrate his freedom from the Dursleys. They'd been well into the pizza and chips by the time someone knocked on the door. Confused, as he wasn't expecting any visitors, he opened the door to a very sorry looking Draco Malfoy.

Harry took one look at the bruises, cuts and blood that covered Draco's face and let him through the wards. "What the hell happened to you?"

Draco grimaced with pain and clutched at his ribs, indicating that there was far worse damage hidden by his clothing. "My father happened. Bastard tried to give me to Voldemort. I finally managed to get my wand away from him, though. I didn't know where else to go. He'd have thought of Hogsmede, so I didn't dare."

Harry led him to the sofa and had him lay down, trying to keep him from jostling any of his injuries. "I'll call St. Mungo's for an ambulance."

Draco reached for Harry's arm. "No, please! No hospital. He'll think of that. Lucius is not a stupid man. Surely Hermione knows some healing charms?"

It should have seemed like strange that Draco was asking the help of a "Mudblood," but over sixth year, as reports of Death Eater activity became public knowledge and the wizarding world started to panic, their own petty bickering had seemed less and less important, until the three Gryphindors had called a truce with the Slytherin. They'd kept at the bickering, of course, for appearances, but their feelings weren't involved any more. In fact, when they sometimes needed to relieve pressure, they had been known to conspire with him to pull stunts on Professor Snape. It had lost them points, but it had been worth the effort to lighten the mood. Draco was now just as well trusted by the three of them as any Gryphindor.

Harry thought about what he should do, but in the end, he had to do as Draco wished. "'Mione?"

Hermione nodded and approached Draco. She drew her wand to work on Draco, but just as she began the wand movements of the charm, Voldemort made his move, attacking the wards surrounding Harry's apartment. He'd followed the wounded boy's power signature after he had Apparated out of Malfoy Manor, hoping that he would run exactly where he had. The jolt to the shields caused the room to shake violently, knocking Hermione's aim off and causing her to curse instead of uttering the words of the charm. The unpredictable hex hit the television and blew it up, causing a magioelectrical shock wave that slammed into all four of them and Voldemort.

Magic and electricity don't mix well. When the two forces interfered with each other, the most unpredictable things could happen, which was why one of the most common wards to be placed on areas of concentrated magic was the prevention of electrical functions in manmade devices. Harry'd had no reason to place such a ward on his home, and he didn't want to be without the telly, which he'd been without access to during his stays at the Dursleys. He'd wish soon that he'd done differently.

Lieutenant Martha Weasly stood at the Tactical duty station, keeping watch over the hundreds of sensors that monitored the surrounding space and internal environments of the USS Enterprise. Lieutenant. Commander Data was running a few mild diagnostics on those sensors, so he was watching the monitors as well, making certain that they were calibrated just right. Suddenly, there was a major disturbance in Engineering. It caused an automatic Yellow Alert to start blaring over the comm system.

Commander Riker was in the Command chair. "Report!"

Data answered the order. "Sensors show an unstable energy surge in Engineering. Unknown pattern."

Commander LaForge's voice came over the comm. "Engineering to Bridge." As all of this was going on, Weasly was running her own checks on the energy patterns, and she didn't like what she was seeing. It was a magioelectric wave, a very strong one.

Riker snapped, "What the hell just happened?"

"Unknown, sir. Some kind of shockwave just came out of nowhere. We're trying to isolate the epicenter now. What the-?"

"Geordi?"

"Sir we have four intruders, all human. Looks like one of them is going to need a trip to Sickbay."

"Understood. Security to Engineering and Sickbay."

Martha spoke up. "Permission to accompany team in Engineering."

"Lieutenant?"

"I may know something about this situation, sir, but I need to see exactly who it is we're dealing with before I can make a full report."

Riker nodded. "Permission granted. I expect a full report, Lieutenant."

"Understood, sir." Great, she thought. Looks like I'm going to have to Breach Silence. Martha strode from the duty station to the turbo lift on the port side of the bridge. As the doors of the lift closed behind her, her mind was racing. Martha was a witch, as her family had been for over a thousand years. She was stationed on the Enterprise in order to gather information on the magical communities of worlds other than Earth. The International Order of the Phoenix, which had been founded three hundred and fifty years ago out of the ashes of the original Order by Harry Potter, had been involved in Starfleet since its founding, feeling the need to make certain that any magical beings didn't threaten Earth. It's purpose was to defeat the Darkness wherever it was found, but the laws hadn't changed. Revealing the wizarding community to Muggles of any race was still strictly forbidden, excluding family members and certain strategic government and Fleet personel. Because of the circumstances, Martha was probably going to have to break that law. Potter is not going to be happy. Remus Potter was the current head of the IOP, and hence Martha's boss. She would have to contact him as soon as possible to get his orders on the matter.

Martha quickly joined the Security team, headed by Worf, at the entrance to Engineering. They came in, phasers drawn, Martha giving her wrist a quick flick to bring her wand down her sleeve and close to her palm. If it became necessary to use the wand, it was handy, a trick that all wizards in Starfleet were taught.

In one corner of Engineering, right beside the entrance to the Jeffrey's Tubes, were the four young people. Three were mobile and defensive, all having their wands drawn on the advancing security team. The fourth was badly injured from a beating, and the others were protecting him. That was her first impression. Then she got a good look at the raven-haired young man standing at the fore of the group. A scar the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his forehead, not hidden at all by the messy hair. Merlin! It's Harry Potter!

Coming to her senses, Martha dropped her right hand, still holding the phaser with her left, and allowing her wand to drop into her hand. "Accio wands!" The three wands that were out flew at her and, holding on to her own wand with her thumb and index finger, she caught their wands with the other three. "Well, you've gone and stirred up a nest, haven't you, Mr. Potter."

A/N: Well, there's Chapter 1. Give me feedback please!