Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

A/N: I do some medical stuff here with Draco being treated in Sickbay. I do not have access to much medical knowledge so if I made any mistakes, please just ignore them. They're just plot devices.

Harry felt more than a little vulnerable since the red-headed witch in front of him had taken his wand. He couldn't believe he hadn't warded himself against something like that! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He knew that he'd better learn not to make that kind of mistake or he'd loose when he finally faced Voldemort. Right now, he was occupied by the fact that this person knew his name. "Who are you?"

"Lieutenant Martha Weasly." Beside him, Ron jumped, startled. "And I'm guessing you'll be Ron Weasly. And Hermione Granger. The injured one is Draco Malfoy."

The large being beside her, the one with the dark skin and the ridges all over his forehead, said, "You know these people? And what did you just do?"

"Only through history, Commander Worf. They're from three hundred and sixty years in the past. And what I just did I will explain in a moment. Potter, Malfoy needs a doctor, immediately, from the looks of him. We have an excellent doctor onboard. Muggle yes, but you'd never believe how much Muggle medicine has improved over the past three and a half centuries."

From behind him, Draco's voice was a bare whisper. "No doctors."

Harry turned. Draco was worse now. There had to be some internal bleeding, and there was no way that Hermione was going to be able to stop it on her own. They needed either a trained mediwitch or a doctor. "No choice, Draco. There's too much damage."

Martha approached and took the pin off of her amber uniform and attached it to Draco's cloak. "They'll use my signal to get him to Sickbay."

Hermione said, "I'll go with him." And she knelt down beside the wounded Slytherin.

The one called Worf tapped his own pin. "Worf to Transporter Room 3. Lock on to Lt. Weasly's signal and beam two directly to Sickbay."

A disembodied voice replied. "Aye, sir." Then a strange light appeared that seemed to fall right through Hermione and Draco. As it faded out, so did they.

Seeing Harry tense up, Martha said, "Don't worry. It's a bit like Apparation. They rematerialized just as they left on the floor of Sickbay, which is what they call the infirmary on this ship."

Ron quirked an eyebrow at her. "Ship?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. I have to find out just how much I can tell you. We wouldn't want you to inadvertently change your future, now would we."

Harry's lip turned up just slightly and he snorted. "Since it's your present?"

She grinned at him. "Right." She turned to Worf. "Commander, I am well aware that I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do, but I don't think it would be wise to do so in front of these two."

Worf nodded, and he answered her in his deep bass rumble. "Agreed." He tapped that pin of his again and spoke to thin air once again. "Worf to Commander Riker."

A different voice than the last one answered him. "Riker here."

"The intruders are accounted for. The injured one and the female have been transported to Sickbay. None of them appear to be a threat at the moment."

"Then take the other three to join them in Sickbay. I'll meet you there."

"Three? We only have two!"

Harry groaned. "Oh no!"

Ron and Martha both said "What?" They sounded so much alike, it was uncanny!

But Harry quickly focused on other, more important things. He looked up at Worf. "How many intruders did your wards detect?" He, of course, assumed that it had been magic that had told these people where to find them.

The disembodied voice answered him. "The sensors picked up five additional life forms. I take it one of them isn't in there with you?"

"That's right, and if I'm right about who it is, then we're all in big trouble!"

Ron looked at his friend. "What is it, Harry?"

"Ron, the reason Hermione's spell went wrong was because someone attacked the wards on the flat. That means someone followed Draco. Lucius wouldn't have thought of it. He'll just start looking everywhere he can think of. And I doubt that any of the other Death Eaters would have been that smart."

Ron's eyes widened in fear. "You mean - ?"

Harry nodded. "It had to have been Voldemort himself."

Martha cursed. "Commander Riker, we have a very big problem."

A sigh could be heard on the other end of the connection. "Meet me in Sickbay, then tell me about it. Riker out."

Dr. Crusher and Nurse Ogawa rushed over to the obviously injured boy. Crusher started shouting orders. "Get him up on the table, quickly. Keep him as still as you can." The two medical officers lifted the blonde boy up onto the padded examining table. Crusher ran the medical scanner from her tricorder over his body. "Four broken ribs, three more cracked, internal bleeding around the kidneys and lungs, multiple bruises and contusions over the entire body above the knee." She turned around to look at the girl who'd come in with him. "What's his name?"

"It's Draco Malfoy."

"Okay, I need you to go on into my office for a bit while I get Draco set up. It doesn't look like there's any injuries that I'll have any trouble with, but it's going to get a little personal in here, so we want to give him as much privacy as we can." She nodded and turned to go to the office.

Crusher returned to her patient and her nurse. "I'll need 30 ccs of amoxicillin to combat infection from all these wounds. Draco, can you tell me what happened?"

Draco snorted. "My father beat the crap out of me, Doctor. I stopped doing everything he wanted me to, so he disowned me and tried to deliver me to my enemy. Any more questions?"

"Just take it easy. We're going to help you." She held up a hypospray, letting him see it. "This is an injection, a sedative that will put you to sleep so that we can work on you without you feeling any pain. Don't worry. When you wake up, most of the pain should be gone."

While the lady doctor and the nurse worked on Malfoy, Hermione had a good look around their office. She grew fascinated by the massive readout display on the wall behind the chair. It showed every bed in the small infirmary and the vitals of any patient. Of course, there was only one patient at the moment, and that was Draco. He was very bad off, but he already seemed to be improving as far as she could tell by the display.

Martha, Worf and the two boys arrived at Sickbay just seconds before Commander Riker. They went inside and Martha led the boys into the office where Hermione was. Then she took Riker and Worf off to the other side of the room. Riker said, "Care to explain what's going on, Lieutenant?"

Martha nodded. "Yes. First, I need you to know that it is illegal for me to be telling this, but this is an emergency and I'll deal with the consequences at a later date. Second, this is going to be very difficult for you to believe, but I swear that I am telling you the truth.

"There is a secret community on most sentient worlds comprised of individuals who can work magic. This is not a greater technology or illusions. It is real magic. On Earth, these people are called wizards or witches, depending on their gender. Because of several factors, not the least of which was the Catholic Church, the wizarding community completely hid and isolated itself from the Muggle, or non-magic, world. Because of Camelot, no wizard or witch was legally able to join the armed forces of any nation until Wolf359. During that battle, the wizarding community mobilized and boarded the one ship we had at our disposal, the HMS Necromancer. It's a converted Constelation class ship that an eccentric old man got his hands on after it was nearly destroyed.

"Back on topic, in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, there was a dark wizard called Voldemort. His name was Tom Riddle, and he was the most powerful practitioner of the Dark Arts in seventy-five years. He hated Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards. He started a war over it, and anyone who didn't join his side he killed. But when he killed James and Lilly Potter, something strange happened. He tried to kill their son, Harry, as well, though he was barely a year old at the time, but the spell reflected back at him for some reason that has been lost to history. The result was that scar on Harry's head and the disappearance of Voldemort for ten years. He should have been killed, but he had done a lot of research into the prevention of his own death, and he had several protections in place. He became a shade, possessing first animals and then people and living off unicorn blood.

"From the time Harry started his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, either Voldemort himself or someone connected with him has tried to kill him. I don't know yet what year these kids came from, so I don't know the whole of their situation, but the record states that just after Harry's seventeenth birthday, Voldemort disappeared completely, never to be heard from again. No one knows what happened, with the notable exceptions of those who were there, and they refused to ever tell a soul, stating that if they told it would undo what had been done."

Riker said, "And how does all this pertain to the current situation?"

Martha sighed. "The four kids who were involved in that final disappearance were Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasly and Draco Malfoy. Thanks to a magical accident that Voldemort caused, they're all here, and since there is a fifth person, Harry's guessed that Voldemort is as well. I don't know exactly what happened. We need to get the rest of the story from the kids. But I don't like the fact that they all seem to be old enough for the date they left to match the date of Voldemort's final disappearing act."

Worf said, "That could mean that their final confrontation would happen here, on the Enterprise."

"Exactly."

Riker blew through his nose, thinking. "What happened with the injured one?"

"I believe it was his father, Lucius Malfoy." Worf growled and Riker's eyes narrowed. "If he tried to hand Draco over to Voldemort, Draco would have not gone quietly. He was once recorded saying, 'The day I bow down to that jumped up Mudblood is the day they plant me under the Womping Willow.'"

"Mudblood?"

"Derogatory term for a Muggle-born wizard." She grimaced. "Still in use today, unfortunately, for mixed blood wizards. They don't care any more if you're pure wizard, just if you're pure human." She sighed. "Some of the strongest wizards I've ever seen are part Vulcan, and yet they are regularly ostracized by the wizarding communities on both worlds."

Harry and Ron waited until the strangers were out of ear shot before talking. Harry turned quickly to Hermione. "How's Draco?"

She indicated the chart on the wall. "That's his readouts. He seems to be improving rather quickly. The Lieutenant wasn't kidding when she said that they'd improved drastically. I doubt Madame Pomfrey could possibly have matched this speed. He's still under anesthesia at the moment, though. He had a lot of injuries for her to deal with." She changed the subject. "So where are we?"

Harry shook his head. "We don't know, but their instruments have registered five intruders, not just four. I'm betting that the fifth is Voldemort."

Ron said, "Harry, what are we going to do? You-Know-Who isn't just going to just ignore you because of this situation."

"I know. But until we can get them to tell us a few things, I think we're going to be stuck waiting on them."

Hermione asked, "Why is it you think that the fifth one is Voldemort?" Ron no longer flinched just because someone said the name around him, though he couldn't break his own habit of calling him You-Know-Who.

"Lucius wouldn't have thought to follow Draco. He would simply have gone straight to Hogsmede and from there to St. Mungo's. And none of the other Death Eaters would have been smart enough."

"But someone attacked the wards on the flat." Hermione nodded. "That makes sense."

Just then, someone came into Sickbay dragging what could have been mistaken for a statue if not for the colorful uniform. The person was stiff as stone. Harry's eyes narrowed. He recognized the look of this particular petrification, the way the eyes dilated and the skin turned gray. "I think we have an even bigger problem."

Before anyone could say anything, Harry had emerged from the office to confirm his theory. He approached Lieutenant Weasly. "May I have my wand back please?" Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Commander Riker for permission first, and at his nod, she handed the boy his wand.

Harry approached the petrified crewmember and cast Finite Incantatum. But it didn't work. Harry shook his head. "He's been petrified, all right, but it's not a wand spell. This is the Basilisk's stare."

A/N: *evil grin* Cliffie! Five points to be awarded to anyone who guesses correctly about the Basilisk. And you don't count, Demoncat! You already know the answer. ^_^