Fic: The Universe is Still a Small Place 5/? HP/STTNG
Here is a try at a lengthy fanfiction.
EWE HP, Slightly AU Treks
Crossover Harry Potter/Star Trek Tos/Star Trek TNG
Hermione/Picard
Some Hermione/SpockI Do Not Own Harry Potter or Any Star Treks in any For a Beta
All Reviews is cursed and doomed to be separated to all she knows. She must boldly go where no witch has gone before.
Inspired by Sarhea's wonderful crossovers.
October 31st 2362
Shuttle Port Shi'Khar Vulcan
The wave of heat that greeted Hermione as she exited the shuttle was stifling. Spock grasped her elbow as she wavered nearly falling in the increased heated and gravity. As he turned to request a hypo spray, Hermione waves him off.
"It's ok. Just give me a moment."
Through her robe Spock noted an electrical tingle. Fly away hair escaping her braids stood, sparked and charged with static electricity. As suddenly as it developed the sensation faded and Hermione took a deep steadying breath.
"I think I'm ok now. My personal energies needed time to adjust."
With a raised eyebrow Spock replies "Fascinating."
The pair turns to the cargo area of the shuttle where Maisey and Daisey are supervising the unloading of Hermione's things. Their glamours having them appear as small human women. Hermione had giggled when she first saw them instantly reminded of the fairy godmothers from Sleeping Beauty. Spock was rather impressed that there were only two large trunks. While Hermione, Maisey, and Daisey each carried a messenger style bag as well. For three being to pack so little on a trip off world for an unknown period of time sparked his curiosity.
"Lady Hermione will Mr. Gutes forward the rest of your belongs?"
"No Oso Spock. This is everything the three of us will need. They are very special trunks."
Looking around at the other Vulcans near the shuttle pad. Hermione lowers her voice.
"They hold more that they look like. I can show you when we reach your family's home."
With that Spock nods and leads the party to a waiting ground transport.
After a short ride through the bustling but orderly city of Shi'Khar, they travel through the gates of the family compound.
They arrived at the door to be greeted by Sarek and a human woman. After exchanging the traditional Vulcan greeting, Spock finished the introductions.
"Lady Hermione you remember my father ambassador Sarek, Head of the house of Surak. This is his bondmate Lady Perrin."
"Father, Lady Perrin, the Lady Hermione of Earth."
The gracefully graying blonde woman extends a hand to Hermione.
"Welcome to our home Lady Hermione."
"I thank you for the hospitality of your family. Oso Sarek, I thank you for the welcome of your clan."
"There is no thanks needed. It is only logical that we house until your studies here are completed. Come let us show you to your rooms so you may refresh yourself before dinner." Turning toward Spock, he gestures for them to proceed. "Safu escort them to their chambers."
Spock escorts the three females indoors to a cavernous foyer, and begins to explain the layout of the house.
"This dwelling is designed in accordance with traditional Vulcan family arrangements. My father and his bondmate are housed in the central portion as head of house. Here is also the dining room, living area, and library. To the right is the heirs wing. It contains my chambers as well as those of my bondmate, and my son."
"Oh, will we get to meet the rest of your family?"
"It is possible that my son may visit at some point. He is currently conducting research on science vessel T'Sel. His mother Saavik is still active in Star Fleet an commanding a ship out of quadrant right now. Here on the left are you chambers. It contains two en suite bedrooms and shared living area so you and your attendants can remain close. Dinner will be in two hours. My father and Lady Perrin keep a formal table so I am afraid you will have to dress for dinner. Afterwards we will meet with my father and discuss a plan for your studies."
"Thank you Oso Spock. We will see you shortly."
"Very well, but please call me Spock when we are not at official functions. Continuing with titles for the extend period we plan to associate is illogical."
"Of course Spock." Hermione answers with a tiny smile. "Call me Hermione."
With that Maisey and Daisey pull her into her rooms to rest and change before dinner.
"The trunks," Hermione tosses over her shoulder as the elves drag her inside. "They're magic." The door shuts.
Spock turns away again with a raised eyebrow. "Fascinating."
Inside her rooms Maisey and Daisey unpack in a swirl of magic, books and fabric.
Hermione can't help herself and says "Bibbity Bobbity Boo."
When the elves look at her blankly the giggles start.
"I'm sorry but you two look like my own personal fairy godmothers."
Daisey just shakes her head and turns back to unpacking.
Maisey sticks her tongue out, and answers " Fairies has nothings but fluffs for brains."
Unpacking the communications unit Daisey sets it up and calls to her mistress. "Missy Mione, yous need comm the Chieftain and yous friends before yous dress for dinner."
"Ok Daisey. Don't let me talk for to long." Hermione takes a seat at the desk and places calls to Trailenguts, Boothby, and Dr. McCoy. They were just short conversations stating her safe arrival and renewing her promise to correspond once a week when possible.
Finally she places her last call to Lwaxanna.
"Hermione darling. I take it you have safely arrived to Vulcan? Excellent. Don't let those pointy-eared sticks in the mud depress you. Really dear, a young thing like you needs to be out experiencing things not stuck on a stuffy desert planet doing research. Really dear you must come see Betazed. It is a beautiful lush planet."
When she stops for a moment Hermione breaks in.
"I will visit there eventually, I promise. I'm really just here for a short period to do a little background research and learn my duties as a diplomatic attaché, then I will be traveling with Ambassador Spock."
Her face forming a slight pout Lwaxanna responds.
"Oh very well then, but I will hold you to it. At least Ambassador Spock is an interesting person for a Vulcan. He knows people practically everywhere. Yes, I can see that being amusing for you."
In the background of Lwaxanna's room there is the whoosh of doors opening and a light feminine voice calls out.
"Mother, I'm back."
"Oh wonderful my daughter Deanna is here you'll get to meet her."
Turning toward her daughter she calls "Little One come here there is some one I want you to meet."
An attractive brunette with curly hair that rivals her own appears in Hermione's view screen.
"How do you do? I'm Deanna Troi."
"Hello Deanna. I'm Hermione. It's nice to finally meet you. Your mother speaks of you often."
"She speaks highly of you as well."
"Thank You. Are you home from Starfleet?"
"Yes, I'm home on leave for a little while."
The two young women continued chatting; getting on extremely well for the next twenty minutes or so until Daisey comes to get Hermione.
"Missy Mione wees has to go. Yous only has thirty minutes until dinner."
Signing off with the Troi Ladies, Hermione allows herself to be dressed and quaffed to Maisey's and Daisey's specifications.
What followed was a stuffy meal conducted in Vulcan silence. Never had Hermione been more happy that she paid attention to the two elves when they conducted Vulcan etiquette lessons for her. The silent meal gave Hermione a chance to observe the others seated at the table. Both Spock and his father Sarek where dressed in high quality but understated robes. Sarek's wife Perrin was heads wrap complete with jewels, and a jeweled pendent larger than Hermione's palm. Thinking about how the elves dressed her lead Hermione to believe that there was some kind of silent one up manship going on that she did not understand. She was in a midnight blue satin corseted dress with a strapless bodice. It had visible stitching in actual golden thread that only showed when the light hit it correctly. Her over robe was of the same color but in velvet with a mandarin collar that fit like a bolero with tight pointed princess sleeves. Once it hit the bust line the velvet gave way to sheer chiffon. The look was finished with the Lestrange opal earrings and necklace. The jewels had languished in the Lestrange vault for more than 200 years before Bellatrix's birth. Her hair was pinned up in messy curls interwoven with simple blue satin ribbon. In total it was an ensemble designed to emphasis Hermione's youth and figure while back handedly noting that she was so rich she didn't need to try. It was not an outfit to make female friend's in, especially not older female friends.
"There is something else going on here." She noted to herself. "I think I may need to have a little talk with the girls."
At last dinner was over and they all rose from the table including Maisey and Daisey who were seated there as Hermione's attendants/ companions rather then servants.
Perrin excused herself to her chambers; the rest of the party continued on the Sarek's study.
Sarek seated himself behind his desk leaving the chairs across from in to Hermione and Spock. Maisey and Daisey returned to their true appearances and conjured tuffets to sit on at Hermione's feet.
Sarek as eldest began the conversation.
"Lady Hermione, Spock tells me you will become his personal aide when he begins is diplomatic duties again. What are your plans while you're here?"
"Oso, I plan to go over his schedule and duties with both Spock and embassy attaché who currently handles his itinerary so that I can help him as much as possible. Scheduling and finding information such as Spock may need is one of my strong suits. In my free time, I would like to review Vulcan history and a myths for any connections to the decline in broad range mage talents to the current range of Vulcan psi abilities. I have a theory based on human magical ability and I would like to see if it can apply to Vulcan as well."
At this both males raised their right eyebrows, but it was Spock who prompted her to continue.
"Would you please share this theory with us?"
"Of course. In humans most acts of magic especially large scale acts are tied to the casters emotions. In children the first manifestations of are often caused by emotional upheaval. For example a magical child having an angry tantrum may cause a window to break or their toys to levitate. A child afraid and running from bully might apperate or you might call it teleport to a safe place. Now some exceptions to this are the mind magics of Legimancy and Occulamancy. The first is the ability to access another's mind to gain information. While the later is the ability to protect ones mind against said intrusions. Each of these skills require intense mental discipline, but legimancy can also be conducted through brute magical strength. Occulamancy requires the user to have a highly ordered mental landscape and the ability to compartmentalize and suppress emotions. Certain healing methods also require intense mental concentration to avoid losing oneself in ones patients. I am hypothesizing that as Vulcans worked to suppress their baser instincts and more on to a logical existence in accordance with the principles of Surak they lost connection with the ability to perform more emotionally motivated types of magic. Vulcan touch telepathy and healing abilities could be markers of a more widespread magical history."
Spock and Sarek each sat back in their chairs. Unknowingly they had leaned forward caught up in the young witches conjecture. It made Hermione smile as they responded in unison.
"Fascinating."
Sarek continues. "I look forward to hearing your findings. Please let me know how I can aid you."
"Well there are a few things. I would like to have access to the library at the Museum of Vulcan History, and if possible I would like to find someone who would to try Legimancy and Occulamancy with me."
"I would be most interested in experimenting with you." Answers Spock.
"I can easily arrange library access you. Our Family have long been museum supporters." Concludes Sarek.
Taking note of the lateness of the hour he stands to close their meeting.
"I mean no disrespect, but I was surprised by how flawlessly you adjusted to Vulcan meals and Etiquette. I am sure you will be an asset to Spock's diplomacy."
"Thank you, but it was really all Daisey's and Maisey's doing. They prepared me very well."
"No thanks is needed. It is merely an observation. One is gifted when one has such able vassals."
Maisey and Daisey blush at the praise.
Spock speaks up now.
"I am now even more curious. Where did you learn such things?"
The elves exchange a look and then Daisey answers.
"Wees always knews Missy Mione would be doing things out in space and that's wees needed to help her. Wees took cultural classes as every new race joined the federation. Vulcans was ones of ours favorite. Wees took culture and language classes with Lady Amanda Greyson through both the Vulcan Embassy and the University of Seattle. Wees corresponded with her until hers death."
Sarek froze for a moment.
"The Granger twins. My late wife spoke well and often of you. I did not make the connection before now. It is time I bid you good night."
He quietly leaves the room while Spock tries to lessen the awkwardness.
"Despite the time that has pasted he was very close to my mother. Perhaps at another time Maisey and Daisey, we could speak about her. Very few here remember her as Amanda Greyson and not just the wife of Ambassador Sarek. I think ladies it is time we call it a night."
A short while later the elves are helping Hermione prepare for bed, and she brings up what she noticed at dinner.
"Hey girls what is going on with you guys and Lady Perrin, and why did I feel like I was dressed to show her up?"
"Yous knows how wees said wees will listen and gathers informations for you?"
"Yes…" Hermione answers hesitantly.
Simultaneously from the two elves spills a disjointed ramble that Hermione can't understand.
"Girls, Girls slow down. One at a time I can't understand you."
After a deep breath Maisey takes up the story alone.
"The Lady Perrin," she starts scornfully. "Is not as nice as she should be. She wants to be the Miss hoity toitey queen. We was just making sure she knows yous is better than hers."
"But I'm not better than anybody. You know I don't really hold with all this rank and privilege stuff."
"Yes yous is better. Yous is nice and helps people. Lady Perrin trys to be the boss lady and makes trouble between Masters Sarek and Spock. She doesn't like Spock. She knows she will never be as good as Missy Manda."
"No two people are the same, you know that. We are in her house, we need to be polite."
In unison again the girls answer. "We will always be polite, but your will always be better then her. She's the type that would be snobby to you if we let her."
Daisey has the last word thought. "And she should be nice to Missy Mandy's baby."
Hermione snorts at the thought of how Spock would respond to being referred to as somebody's baby.
Maybe she will tell his when they start their experiments because Lwaxanna and Dr. McCoy may be right. It might be fun to ruffle the Vulcan.