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Chapter Three: The Lord of No Clothes

As they stared at the naked boy curled into a fetal position in the middle of the circle, Mary strode over to Susan and kicked her squarely in her behind. "What was that for?" Susan demanded.

"What do you think you were doing?" Mary shouted. "When a ghost tells you to do something, don't do it! When a billion ghosts are staring at you, you get your ass up and run away! You don't complete a stupid ritual!"

"That was stupid," Diana agreed. The redhead's hands were still shaking. "What were you thinking? The moment the ghost appeared we should have gotten out of here."

"Little late for that now," Katherine said. "What do we do with mister Lord of No Clothes here?"

"Anyone check to see if he's even alive?" Mary asked.

When no one made any move to do that, Katherine muttered "Fine!" She stepped onto the circular stone and knelt down to check his pulse. It was strong. Moreover, the boy was warm. Very warm. The physical sensation of the touch ran through her finger like a shock. "I think he may be running a…aaahhhh!"

The boy reached out and grabbed her wrist. He let go immediately and started shaking. The shaking turned into violent convulsions. He reared his head back, opened two glowing green eyes, and screamed.

The four girls stumbled backward, screaming themselves at the sight. It soon became clear to them however that the boy's cries were not meant to frighten. He continued writhing and screaming in obvious agony. "What's wrong with him?" Diana demanded.

"How the hell should I know?" Susan snapped.

"He's in shock of some kind," Katherine said. She rushed back into the circle and grabbed one of the boy's arms. "We've got to restrain him before he hurts himself."

"What about hurting us?" Diana said. "Look at his eyes!"

"The glow's already fading," Katherine said. "It might just be an after effect of whatever happened. Help me!"

Susan rushed forward and grabbed his other arm. The contact sent a rush of electricity through her. Moments later, Mary came to help with his thrashing, and finally Diana. The screaming eased, though the convulsions did not. All four girls tried their very best not to look too long at his exposed body.

"Why does he feel so warm?" Mary asked.

"Why does he feel so good?" Diane said. "Did you feel the shock when you touched him?"

The other girls nodded. Finally, the convulsions seemed to be easing. When he could breathe the boy started sobbing. They released his arms and legs and those hands immediately reached out and wrapped themselves around Katherine's waist even as he curled into a fetal position, crying face-first into her hip.

"Er, this is awkward," Katherine whispered to the other girls.

"Probably not the first time, though," Mary said.

"We are not bringing Edward into this," Katherine said.

Finally the sobs eased off. The boy's face was still buried in Katherine's hip with his arms around her waist.

"Are you going to let go?" Katherine finally asked the boy.

He jumped. His body literally lifted off the circle of rock for a moment in surprise before he let go as if her body were burning. Still naked, his privates cast in the shadows caused by their heater, the boy crab-walked backward until he hit the lip of the depression and fell.

Susan winced. The boy cried out in surprise, then spun onto his knee and sprinted to the shattered stairwell, where he curled up and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"I bet Edward's not looking so bad now, is he?" Mary whispered.

Katherine, though, was staring at the boy as if in shock. She lowered her hand to her hip where the boy's face had rested and rubbed it slowly. "He's terrified."

"Well, yeah, we can see that," Mary said.

Katherine shook his head. "No," she said, urgency in her voice. "I can feel it. He's terrified. My hands are shaking from it."

And they were—the other girls could see it.

Katherine stood up and left the others and the light of the camp and stepped closer to the boy. "Hello," she said gently. She knelt down before him. "My name is Katherine Dunningham. Are you okay?"

In a voice made hoarse with cries and mucus, the boy whispered, "Where am I?"

"You're in an old ruined castle named Hogwarts," Katherine said.

"How'd I get here?"

"We don't know."

The boy looked over Katherine's shoulders at the three other girls who were slowly coming closer. He looked back at Katherine. Though his eyes were lost in the shadows cast by Katherine's body, she could still see a trail of moisture running down his cheeks. "You feel familiar," he said softly. "Do you know who I am?"

By then Susan, Mary and Diana had arrived. The boy looked at them all, one after the other, and appeared on the verge of tears again. "Why does everything hurt?" he whispered. He shivered violently, and a small sigh of pain escaped.

"We have a heater," Susan said. "And food."

The boy looked at her, and Susan fought an urge to step back. A flash of light had struck his face as he turned, catching the brilliant green of his eyes. "Food?" he asked.

"Come on," Susan said, holding out a hand.

Hesitantly, almost like a shy child, he took her offered hand. Almost immediately, though, both drew back in shock. "What was that?" Susan asked.

The boy stared at his hand in confusion, while Katherine for some reason looked at hers as well. "Almost like an electric shock," Katherine said. "Only it felt…"

"Really good," Susan finished.

"What are you two talking about?" Mary demanded.

"When I touched him," Susan explained. "It was like a shock, only it felt…like it would have been for Katherine if Edward hadn't been such a wimp."

Mary's eyes widened and went back to the flushed, confused face of the boy.

"Am I Edward?" he asked.

"I don't think so," Mary said.

The boy looked at her next, then finally to Diana. "You feel familiar. Why can't I remember you?"

"We would remember if we'd ever met you," Diana assured him. She stood and offered her own hand. "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you some food and something to wear."

He took the proffered hand. Susan and Katherine watched expectantly as a deep blush stained Diana's pale cheeks and ran down her neck to disappear under her shirt line. She did not let go, however. The boy stood, exposing his body to the four teenage girls without hesitation. He projected an air of child-like innocence, as if he did not know he should be covered.

Given where her face was, Katherine got an eye-full and stood quickly from her kneeling position, blushing as furiously as Diana. "Well, let's see if we can find something for our friend to wear, shall we?" Katherine said a little faster than normal.

"Food?" the boy asked. "I'm very hungry."

"Come on, then," Diana said.

Susan fought an urge to smile as Diana held the hand of a very handsome, very naked teen-age boy and led him back to the stone circle and the heater they had there. He stood, looking around in wonder and confusion, while Diana and the others scrounged for something to cover him. Finally, Katherine removed an oversized pair of sweatpants. Though they were too short, the boy was very lean and was able to put them on with only a little stretching around the waist.

Susan draped a blanket around his shoulders as Diana warmed up a food pack. He stared down into the packet a moment, and then proceeded to eat with abandon. Diana sat next to him, simply watching him. When he was finished and looking at the pack with sorrow, the youngest of the four girls giggled. "Are you still hungry?"

"Yes, please."

She pulled out another meal pack and watched again as he quickly devoured it.

"So now what?" Mary asked from across their campsite. "It's pretty obvious we've been set up."

"Did you see her?" Susan asked, her voice quiet and awe-struck. "It was Grams. She was here. She spoke to us."

"She was a ghost," Katherine said.

The boy looked up, wide-eyed. "A ghost?"

All three girls stared at him. "Do you know about ghosts?"

The boy shook his head. "I don't remember," he admitted. He sounded frustrated. "Why don't I remember anything?"

"Do you remember what your tattoos were for?" Diana asked.

The boy looked at her in confusion, until she reached out and touched his hand. He followed her movement and found himself staring at a very clear tattoo. He looked at his other hand, and then his feet. "Why do I have tattoos?"

None of the girls could answer. It was Katherine who said, "We can't stay out here with him."

"Why?" Diana asked.

The other girls stared at her, but despite her raging blush Diana lifted her chin. "It's late, why bother getting started? Remember we can't get through on our coms, and they can't beam to us. So let's just sleep tonight and head back tomorrow. We have food. We have a tent. Our guest is covered enough for modesty. Why not just start back tomorrow?" She added in a smaller voice, "We can take care of him."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Mary said. "He obviously has amnesia and probably needs medical attention. Waiting may make it worse. We need to get him to a doctor."

The meal packet fell with a dull thud. "You aren't going to leave me, are you?" the boy asked with such terror they could see him trembling.

Diana gripped his hand in both of hers. "No, sweetie, it's okay. We won't leave you." She turned and glared at Mary. "Will we?"

Susan, this entire time, had been watching the boy while her hand still tingled from their brief contact. She stood and deliberately crossed the stone until she sat on his other side. He watched her, his face almost like a puppy hoping for a new home. She took his other hand. "We're a little confused about what happened," she told him. She spoke slowly, as if to a child. "We're just teenagers. None of us are qualified to take care of you if you need help. We need to get some adults here."

He shook his head and clasped their hands. "I just need you," he said. "I can feel it. Just you."

"This is pathetic," Mary muttered. She turned and reached into her packet and removed the emergency beacon Katherine's mother had given them. "We are not going to spend the night in the middle of nowhere with a healthy, under clad teen-age boy who materialized out of a piece of rock. My parents would kill me."

"Mary!" Diana hissed, but it was too late. Mary pushed the beacon activation.

Nothing happened.

Mary pressed it again and again, growing more frustrated. Finally she stood and pointed it at the sky, as if that would help. "It's the interference," Katherine surmised. She reached into her things and tried her own, with the same result. "I bet once we get out of the valley they'll work again."

"Then we should go," Mary said.

Susan, however, shook her head. "Mary, do you really want to go walking through the Moors of Scotland alone at night?"

Mary wilted, and finally sat. "No, I guess not."

"I'm sorry," the boy said.

All four girls stared at him, and he bowed his head. "I didn't mean to upset anyone."

Susan realized she was still holding his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Not your fault," she said. "If anyone, it's mine. We saw a ghost of my Grams, and that should have stopped the ritual."

He stared at her in confusion.

"You weren't here when we arrived," Susan explained. "We did a ritual, and you came out of this rock. We don't know how." Her eyes widened, and she left him to go rooting through her pack. She tried not to think about how cold her hand seemed now that he wasn't holding it.

She returned a moment later with the stick. She handed it to him and he took it gingerly. His eyes widened as he lifted it. "It feels good," he whispered. "What is it?"

"Maybe it's your magic wand," Mary sneered, still frustrated about the beacon. "Give it a wave and make a rabbit appear."

With no reason not to take her at her word, the boy flicked the stick, and in the middle of the stone a rabbit appeared. It was white with red eyes. It took a hop, proving to all that it was alive.

"Aaaggghhh!" Mary screeched. "I was joking!"

"Sorry," the boy said, flushing. He flicked the stick and the rabbit disappeared with a pop.

"How did you do that?" Katherine demanded.

The boy stared at the stick for a long time, and then shrugged. "I can't remember. It feels like I should know, but I just can't remember." He handed the stick back to Susan. She noticed as she took it from him that it felt oddly warm.

After she put the stick back, she noticed he and Diana were still holding hands and it looked as natural as if the two of them had been friends for the whole of their lives. "Well, since it doesn't appear we have a choice," Susan said, "I say we set up the tent and make camp. We'll head out first thing tomorrow."

"We don't have a bedroll for our guest," Mary said.

"He can have mine," Diana said. She blushed again when she realized how that sounded.

The boy, though, shook his head. "It's okay," he said. "I can sleep here."

"Here?" Susan asked.

The boy patted the stone. "It feels comfortable," he said. "Like…I wish I could remember." He looked at them. "You've been very nice. Thank you. You should go to sleep."

"He's right," Katherine said, yawning. "Enough excitement. Let's go to sleep."

They set up the tent, which was just large enough for the four of them. Diana actually did try to hand him her bedroll. "Since I'm sleeping in the tent," she said. "Least this way you'll be more comfortable."

"But I don't need it," he assured her. While the other girls were unrolling their self-inflating rolls, Susan looked up and watched as he pulled a strand of red hair away from Diana's face. It seemed like such a natural gesture. "I'll be fine," he told her. "You should sleep. You're tired."

He touched her cheek, and Diana almost slumped right there as she gave a lion-sized yawn. "Wow, you're right. Okay then, good night." She turned to crawl into her tent, then changed her mind and turned back to the boy. To Susan's shock, Diana leaned up on her toes and kissed the cheek of the boy whom they had known for an hour and who had appeared from the middle of a ghost-infused blood ritual. Diana, who had never kissed a boy in any fashion ever.

The boy himself placed a hand on his cheek, wide-eyed, as he watched Diana crawl back into the tent. Finally all the girls were in. Susan noticed the others also watching as the boy simply lay down with the thermal blanket they had given him and stared up at the stars.

They sealed the tent. "Diana, what are you doing?" Mary whispered.

"He's so scared and alone," Diana said. "I just wanted to let him know he's not so alone. That's all."

"Liar," Katherine said. "You really wanted to kiss him on the lips, but you chickened out."

"Did not," Diana said, indignantly.

"Did so," Susan said, suddenly understanding. "Because I wanted to kiss him too."

She looked over at her four best friends. "I mean, I really want to kiss him. Like I want to crawl out of this tent and…"

"Yeah, me too," Katherine admitted.

"You girls are insane," Mary said.

"That's only because you haven't really touched him yet," Diana said. "Only when he was having those convulsions."

"It felt good," Susan whispered. "Touching him felt good."

"Let's go to sleep, girls," Mary muttered. "We'll talk about it in the morning."

Two hours later, Susan woke up from the single most erotic dream she had ever had, until the end when for some reason she felt a surge of terror so strong she couldn't even find a voice to moan. That's when her eyes popped open. She sat up, and instantly became aware of the other girls awake.

Then they all heard what woke them. It was a low moan, like someone so terrified or so anguished they could not even form a human sound. Quietly, they undid the seal of the tent and looked out to see the boy twisting and turning on the stone, moaning out a single word. "Noooo."

None of them had ever heard such anguish in a sound before.

Diana surged forward, only to have Mary stop her. "What are you doing?"

"We've got to help him," Diana insisted.

"Just let him sleep and go back to bed," Mary said.

Diana shook her head and jerked her arm loose before scrambling out of the tent. She rushed to the twisting figure and knelt down beside him. "Sweetie, it's okay," she crooned as she placed both hands on his bare chest.

Susan blinked, confused by the strange golden aura that seemed to surround them briefly. Whatever it was, though, seemed to hit Diana like a hammer. She staggered back with ragged breaths while the boy shot upright, eyes wide. "Susan!" he cried.

Susan blinked and felt Mary and Katherine staring at her.

If Diana was bothered being called by her friend's name, she didn't show it. "No, I'm Diana."

"Diana?" The boy stared at her face, lit only by the brilliant stars and the distant light reflected off Spacedock overhead. "Why is it when you're around me, I think the name Susan Bones?"

Susan blinked again. "Susan Bones?" she whispered. "Who the hell is that?"

Diana, though, simply scooted closer. "I don't know. I don't even know what to call you."

"I don't…" He growled and hit his head with the heels of his hands. "Damn, I wish I could remember."

"Maybe we should call you William for now," she said. "He is a famous starship captain. Actually, I guess he's an admiral now."

"William," the boy said, trying the name out. "Can it be shortened?"

"Will, or Bill," she said.

"Bill sounds good," he said.

"Bill it is, then," Diana said with a happy smile. "It beats calling you Boy."

"I feel like a voyeur," Mary hissed.

"That's because we are voyeurs," Katherine hissed back. "Now shush!"

If Bill heard them, he gave no sign of it. "Diana, this place where you are going to take me tomorrow—will they hurt me?"

Diana moved back and knelt beside him again, and once more took his hand in hers. "No, sweetie. They'll try to help you remember."

"Will you be there?"

"I can ask to be," she said.

"Will the others be there too?" He looked to the tent, and there was no longer any point in pretending they weren't watching.

"I don't know, Sweetie," Diana said. "Nothing like this has ever happened to us. We aren't sure what's supposed to happen."

Bill looked down at his hand in hers. "Thank you," he said softly. "For helping me. For being nice to me."

"It's what good people do," Diana said.

Bill nodded. "I can see that. You…you have a pure soul."

Susan sat up stiffly and walked out of the tent. Diana watched her come with a weary smile. "Bill, what do you mean by a pure soul?"

"I…I…." He stopped and took a deep breath. He looked from Diana to Susan, then over Susan's shoulder where Katherine now stood by the tent. Mary stayed within but still watched. "I don't know good words. When I look at you, you feel familiar to me for some reason. Like I should know you. And when I touch you…it feels good. It feels like you're pure."

"You mean like a virgin?"

Bill shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I mean, you are, but that's not what I mean."

"How do you know we're virgins?" Katherine demanded from the tent. She sounded indignant.

"I don't know, I just do." Bill looked to Diana. "I guess by pure I mean you've never been tainted by darkness. You've never done or even wanted to do anything really bad."

"Can we go back to sleep now?" Mary moaned from the tent.

"Funniest thing," Diana said. She had not let go of Bill's hand. "I'm not tired. In fact I feel more awake now than I did since we started the trip. And no hangover."

"Me neither," Susan said. In a surprised clip, Katherine confirmed she didn't have any lingering effects from the alcohol either.

"Speak for yourselves," Mary moaned.

Suddenly the quiet of the night was shattered as a shuttle soared over head. With a cry of alarm Bill jumped to his feet and literally threw himself between Diana and the shuttle. "What is that?"

Diana stood and placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "It's okay, Bill. It's a shuttle. Maybe our beacon got through."

The shuttle came to a gentle stop on a portion of the foundation stripped clear of masonry and rock. The light from the interior spilled across their campsite as two silhouettes emerged. Bill continued to position himself between the girls and the newcomers, as if somehow he could protect them.

"Good evening," one of the silhouettes said. "My name is Petty Officer Shahkria. My colleague is Recruit Collins. Starfleet sensors detected a large flash of light at approximately midnight local time from these coordinates. Do any of you know anything about that?"

The shuttle's exterior lights turned on, flooding the area with bright light. Bill shielded his eyes for a moment and then blinked when his eyes adjusted.

The man before him wore black pants, a red, long-sleeved shirt with a gold symbol on his chest. He was also blue, and had two antenna on his white-haired head.

"Aaahhh!" Bill cried. He waved a hand in front of him, and a flash of red light shot out from the air and sent the Andorian careening unconscious against the shuttle.

"Bill, wait!" Diana called.

However, Recruit Collins was faster. He rolled forward with a device in his hand that poured out a beam of orange light. Bill moved with stunning speed and spun away from the beam. At the same time he grabbed Diana and threw her into Katherine. "Go!" he shouted. "I'll hold them off!"

"They're Starfleet, you idiot!" Mary shouted back. "They're the good guys!"

"What?" Bill said, confused. The delay was all the time Collins needed.

The orange light struck him in the back. Bill had a confused look on his face and then crumpled to the ground.

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Author's Responses:

Sir Trib the Bold; immortal7; Debbster21; Vyrexyuviel; Deviate Fish; smedman; Bratling; Darksnider05; prudiisten; impatientuser; dajohu; Roosterman71; Manus Dei; Bobboky; SomeGuyGawkes; JEKrug01; Mackon; Wonderbee31; Gogolu; dennisud; Sayle and Cogster--thank you all very much for your reviews and comments. So far this has received more reviews than I though it would, and I'm thrilled.

I've had several folks comment on how if feels like the first few chapters have almost a prologue-like feeling, and it's a legitimate criticism. The original version of this story started of much more quickly with Harry appearing faster, but then it sort of fizzled. This story story isn't a Star Trek crossover with Harry Potter. It's a HP crossover into Star Trek. This is the Star Trek universe with all that entails. But there is also a mystery here--who is Grams? why were the girls tricked? Where is the magical world? This is where the story is going. So, it is slow, because of the set up. It's not action intensive, though there will be some action of course. But mainly its a story detailing Harry's rediscovery of himself and his world.

Re: the ghosts? Yes, they actually sacrificed their very souls to help power the rebirthing spell, and they did so happily.

Bratling--I'm glad someone did. I was so hoping to be able work that most famous ST:IV reference in.

Darksnider--If you look at my notes on page one, you'll see this story is set well after Voyager has returned home. As established in ST: Nemesis, Katherine Janeway is a Star Fleet admiral. She's in the story, but in no way central to it.

Bobboky--while Q appeared in one draft, he added nothing to the story and so was dropped from the final. And you'll find the sex aspect is radically reduced in this fic. It's just a completely different type of story.

SomeGuyFawkes--"Anywho, I'll be really impressed if the "Lord of Light", who they all swore to die for, was Ron Weasley. I dare ya. ;-)". It would be hilarious, but I'm not that brave.

Also, just a reminder from the notes that this story is not compliant with any of the books. It only takes into account movies and TV series as cannon. The roles and positions of all the characters are my own personal guesses or desires based on the last shows.

For anyone who is interested, this story is 24 chapters long with just over 87,000 words.

Thank you all again for reading. I truly appreciate it and hope you continue to enjoy.