Harry Potter and the Starship Enterprise

Three days later she received an owl from Spock. She was to meet him; she sent the owl back with a time and place, choosing to return to her place as she needed more of her personal things anyway. She arrived back at her place, checked her mail, watered a few plants and made some long-term arrangements so she could be gone for at least a year.

She was thankful for her time on the Enterprise after becoming a doctor because she and Spock were a little more at ease with each other. As she heard the door chime, she smoothed her clothing and said, "Enter."

The door opened and in walked Spock.

"Thank you for coming."

"Dr. Chapel, could you make me some of that plomeek soup?" He paused, then continued, "I hope that Dr. McCoy is enjoying his little joke, but I do not understand how he got yourself and my father to play a role in this." Spock stood at the door to the living room.

"Please, Mr. Spock, come in and have a seat. I shall try to explain everything." She pointed to the nearby armchair and smiled. Spock rose an eyebrow and then did as asked. "This is not a joke or a game, but instead, something very important. What exactly did your father tell you?"

"He said that he and your grandfather had a relationship that went back to before he knew my mother, and that he needed me to pass information to you. And that I was to use an owl to get in contact with you."

This was going to take longer than she had hoped. "Spock, this is going to take a while. Would you care for something to drink?"

"Water would be most welcome, please."

She pulled out a thin twig, flicked it and said, "Accio water." She paused, and a couple of seconds later, two glasses of water came floating into the room and came to rest gently on the coffee table. Spock's eyebrow rose. "Did your mother ever tell you the tale of King Arthur as a child?"

"Yes, and the knights of the Round Table."

"And Merlin the wizard."

He nodded.

"What would you say if I told you it's all true?"

"I would say that it was all a fairy tale."

"No, Spock," she returned calmly. "All true, and that does not even scratch the surface." Spock looked at her with great doubt. "You would not be the first to think that way. Spock, what I'm about to tell you, you can never tell another soul." He only nodded again. "Since before records of any kind were kept, there have been two Human 'worlds', if you will, on Earth.

"The one that the Federation and Starfleet are a part of, and another, secret wizarding world where people do magic of all kinds. We have spells, potions, divination, and charms such as the one I used to bring the water to us. We even fly on brooms." She took a sip of her water. "You look like you don't believe me."

"That is because I do not."

She smiled. "Fine, let's try it this way. You tell me something you would like to see me do. You name it."

"Turn back time."

"Can't." Technically that wasn't true; there was a way, via Time-Turner, but time travel was strictly regulated and all but illegal except under certain controlled conditions.

"Turn me into a dog." He would say a dog.

"Sure; any preference as to breed?" He rose an eyebrow again, which led her to believe there was none. She drew her wand again, and a second later there sat a white Maltese dog. He checked out his legs and tail. Once he was still again, she turned him back.

"Fascinating." He paused. "How many more of you are there?"

"More than you can ever dream."

He took a sip of water. "I require more information. Like--"

"Spock, there are laws; I can't tell you anything more. In fact I've already shown you too much. Everything you know from here on in puts you in jeopardy." She licked her lips, then continued. "I--we-- your father understood a lot because of his friendship with gra-- Dumbledore. Doing this for us is very dangerous. You have no idea of the things they could do to you."

"Dr. Chapel, if I am to help you, I must have a complete understanding of what I am getting myself into."

"You're right. But I just-- God, I've never had to explain this to anyone before." She stood up, paced the room, then returned to her spot, but remained standing, then reached down and took her glass. After a long silence, she continued. "My world, the wizarding world, is at war. It's an age-old problem, of different opinions. You see, there are some who believe that anyone who is not pureblood-- That's not the place to start-- Wizards have lived here since time began. We do not believe we are aliens because there are children who are born to Muggles with ..."

"Muggles?"

"Non-magical people. Anyway, there are those who believe that anyone who isn't pureblood do not have the same rights as pureblood and are inferior to all others. But below even them are Muggles. Anyhow, there is a group of people who believe this who have joined together and who are being led by what some would call a deranged maniac who is also a very powerful wizard. We don't even know what they will do if they win this war. Aside from taking over the world, both wizard and Muggle, then I don't know, maybe the universe."

"Do you really think the Federation would allow that?"

She began to laugh. "Spock, I just turned you into a dog. What could you have done to stop me if you wanted to? We have powers you can't begin to understand. And for the most part, there have been few problems. Most of us respect Muggles." She stopped, then sat down again.

Spock thought for a moment. "There is no logic in what you say."

"Someone once said, 'Whoever said Humans were logical?' Let me put it in terms that are a little closer to home for you. And I don't mean to offend. Look at yourself. I'm sure there are those on both Earth and Vulcan who fe-- think that someone who is half Vulcan is wrong and that it makes you less worthy. Worthy of what, I don't know, but it's the same with these wizards. The difference is these wizards are evil and led by a lunatic." She rose again. "To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, remember Plutonius. Well, that little trick of theirs, I know of a spell that does the same thing, probably better."

Spock's eyebrows both rose as he walked over to the fireplace, then asked, "Then why did you not use this spell to save us?"

"Because we have very strict laws and that is what we call an 'unforgivable' curse. Perform that one and you end up spending the rest of your life in Azkaban - wizard jail. I visited someone there once and don't really want to go back." She took another sip of water. "And I really didn't think you guys would believe me. Don't really like the idea of a room with rubber walls, either."

"Unforgivable?"

"Yes, there are three unforgivable curses. That one, the Imperius, and Cruciatus, the torture curse, and Avada Kedavra, the killing curse. A couple of my close friends died because of that one."

"Because of this--"

"Voldemort. Most people don't like to even say the name."

"So this is personal for you?" Spock asked, as if he were seeing more to her than the nurse who had been in love with him and that he had avoided in the past.

"It's personal to everyone, but yes, it is. You see, for many years he and his groupies, the Death Eaters, held my world in fear--then one night he attacked a family, killing both parents and leaving only a baby just over a year old. He disappeared for fourteen years, then two years back, he returned. He has already caused several--what Muggles believe are twists of fate. But they are not. We modify memories and the happening gets blamed on everything from the weather to poor construction." She lifted her glass only to find it was empty. Christine rose again, pacing this time.

"How many Muggles know about you wizards?"

"Very few. Mostly families of children who are wizards. However, there's a few government officials who know."

"And none of them have ever informed the rest of the world?"

"Spock, if you were to go and tell Kirk and Dr. McCoy what I just told you, what would their reaction be? Even with you being you? They would think you went off the deep end."

Spock considered what she said for a long moment, then spoke. "Why must I contact you with an owl?"

"Because I have returned to the wizarding world for now, and that's our mail system. We don't have computers or communicators; in fact, they don't even work in most places in our world. Can I assume that you are willing to help us?"

"Would we, myself and yourself as Starfleet officers, not be in violation of the Prime Directive?"

"No. You see, we have chosen to live like pre-technology people."

"Yes, I will help."

She gave him a warm smile. "Good. I'm glad. And of course, thankful, but you do realise that this could be very dangerous for you?"

"Yes, I understand."