Harry Potter and the Starship Enterprise

Days later, Christine stood in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It was the first meeting since Dumbledore's death. She heard about everything that had happened over the past few years. Harry, her godson, had faced Voldemort four times, five if you counted the night his parents were killed, by the age of sixteen.

There were, of course, many old members who were still there but there were also many new ones, who included Ron's whole family (or at least all the family members who were of age) who had, according to Remus, taken Harry as one of their own. It made Christine happy that there was someone who cared greatly about Harry and clearly thought of him as family.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, I would like to call this meeting to order." McGonagall took charge. Everyone grew quiet. "To start this," - she indicated Christine-- "This is Christine Chapel. She is Albus's and my granddaughter and will be rejoining us as a member. Now, we clearly don't have a spy among the Death Eaters, so ..."

"Yes, we do." Christine spoke. All eyes fell on her. "Grandfather and I had been speaking on this for the last year. He was thinking ahead, you see. He thought that something like this might happen and well, I don't know the identity of this spy, although arrangements have been made. When there is information we need to know, I will receive word from a contact. I will not know who the spy is, and this way there is little chance of him being found out by the Death Eaters."

"And how do we know this informant is not working for them?" Moony asked, an older and former dark wizard catcher who suspected everyone, even his own shadow.

"My contact is a Muggle. Actually, he's a Vulcan." She paused. "Whom I served with in Starfleet."

A couple of nights later, late one night, Christine sat with Harry and Remus in the Weasley living room. They were talking about Lily, James and Sirius, sharing memories and stories. Harry clearly enjoyed hearing about his godfather, and of course his parents too. Over the years he had heard much about his father, but the information about his mother was quite limited. So hearing what Christine had to say about her was a real treat for him. And while he would never admit it, he most loved hearing about how his mum would coo over him and treat him when she thought no one was watching. He never recieved any kind of love as a child from this aunt's family. So for a young man of seventeen, it was wonderful to hear about the love he had once experienced.

As the topic shifted more to Sirius, Harry and the others laughed more. Christine's need to know got the better of her. "How did he die?"

Remus and Harry looked at each other. Remus was unsure if Harry was up to telling the story, but Harry spoke up. "We were fighting Death Eaters at the Ministry and Sirius and Bellatrix were dueling; Sirius fell through a magical veil."

Remus and Harry could see something on Christine's face. "His own cousin." She shook her head. "I always hated her; she was a real bitch." She paused. "In the Department of Mysteries?"

Harry nodded.

"Before Christine left us, she worked there," Remus explained to Harry. At that moment an owl flew into the room and dropped a letter on Christine's lap. After reading it, she jumped up. "It's from Spock; I have to go."

"The information?" Remus asked.

Christine nodded. "I'll be back soon. Remus, maybe you should call the Order to meet in the morning."

"I'll do that, but do you really think it's that urgent?"

"Spock said so, and he has a tendency to underestimate things." With that, she grabbed her wand. "Harry, to bed. Bill's wedding is only a few days away and there will be lots for you to help with," and she disappeared.

"I think she's taking her title as my godmother to heart," Harry said.

"It amazes me that she does not have kids of her own by now. She always wanted to be a mum. Sirius believed at the time she was more excited than your parents about your arrival."

As she waited for Spock, she pulled out the picture she had showed Harry and fingered Sirius's image; she remembered the last time she saw him. She had gone to Askaban the evening before Lily and James's funeral because Dumbledore was allowed to speak to him.

The room was small, grey and cold. As he entered the room he looked like hell, but as he looked up at her, there was relief on his face.

"Christine, thank God you're here." He rushed towards her.

She was leaning against the far wall with her arms crossed. She had read the report of what happened, how Sirius had killed (Peter) Wormtail and twelve innocent Muggles in the street. All that was left of Wormtail was a finger. As he came closer, he reached out to touch her. "Don't touch me." Tears were burning her eyes. "How long have you been working against us?"

"It wasn't me; it was Wormtail."

"Really, Sirius, I want to believe you, but look at the fact your own family are purebloods who clearly sided with Voldemort; you were Lily and James's Secret-Keeper. Only you could have told Voldemort where they were."

He knew her well enough to know she was really angry. "James changed his mind at the last minute; it was Peter."

"BULLSHIT. You killed him. Just like you killed them."

"Voldemort killed them."

"You betrayed them. You may as well have fired the curse yourself."

"PETER WAS THEIR SECRET KEEPER!"

"Come off it. James believed you to be his closest friend. Peter was just the tag-along. James never would have left Lily and Harry's safety to him. It coud have only been you or Remus. I don't believe it; Remus doesn't either."

"Then why did I give Harry to Hagrid?"

"Because with your lord gone, it could make this story more believable. You thought you might still jump ship and we would just believe you. Grandfather put Harry in the care of Lily's sister. What did he offer you? You had it all; people loved you. You - We had a good life ahead of us. What could have been so appealing to make you gave it all up?"

"I didn't, Christine; I would never have betrayed them. You have to know that."

"All I know is Lily and James are gone. Betrayed by his best friend and that another of their friends has also been killed by you; witnessed by many. Or are you now going to tell me that all those witnesses were working for the Dark Side? I dont even know why I came here. You're just as dead to me as them." She pushed past him and called for a guard.

"Then I have nothing," he said sadly. His eyes looked very sad as well.

"No, you have your Death Eater friends; they should be joining you very soon, I would think."

"Oh Sirius, I'm so sorry! How could I have not believed you? I of all people should have had more faith in you." At that moment, the door chimed. "Enter."

Once the door opened, Spock walked in; as he was about to give the code statement, he realised she was crying. "Miss Chapel, your face is wet."

She touched her face as if to confirm what he said. "Oh, I guess it is." She wiped her tears away. "Your owl said it was urgent. You have some information."

"Are you sure you are all right?"

"I will be. I just - I have to face my own personal ghosts. I made my bed; now I have to lie in it. Please give me the information."

"I -- We don't quite understand it. 'The Hogwarts Express will be attacked.' I hope you understand exactly what that means."

"The Hogwarts Express. Those monsters," she said in disbelief.

"What is the Hogwarts Express?"

"The train we use to get children to Hogwarts - the best school in the wizarding world."

"There is little logic in attacking children."

"Yes and no. There is the fear it will cause, and Harry will be on it."

Spock's eyebrow rose. "Who is this Harry?"

"I'm sorry, Spock; Harry is my godson. He is also the one believed to be the one to defeat the Dark Lord."

Spock, being the intelligent Vulcan he was, put two and two together. "He was the son of your friends that were murdered by this Voldemort."

"Yes, he is."

"Is he why you were crying?"

"No." Her own eyebrow rose. "Spock, would it be possible to recreate the events of Halka? I mean the window into the other dimension."

Spock was clearly confused. "I could not say. Why?"

"I have reason to believe someone who should not be there is."

"In the same one that Admiral Kirk and the others were in?"

"I don't know, but it's possible."

"In order to tell you if it was possible, I would need to know the exact relationship of that universe to ours."

"If it is possible, would you help me bring this person back to us?"

"I can't see why not. But why would they be there?"

She explained how Sirius had fell through the veil that was a link to another dimension. She also had to explain how she worked in the Department of Mysteries.

"Christine, I believe that there is a lot more to you than I ever imagined." The way Spock said this, he meant it as a compliment.

She smiled and replied, "You have not even scratched the surface." She did not have to worry about getting back right away, as the Hogwarts Express would not be departing for a few more weeks. Spock told her the information he would need and then left as he had plans to meet with Jim for dinner.

Christine returned to the Weasley home around 7 a.m. The house was just as busy as one would expect with twelve wizards there--the Weasleys had seven children, six boys and one girl, plus Harry, Hermione, Remus, and depending on the moment, Fleur, Bill's bride-to-be. Molly and Arthur had welcomed Christine with open arms, saying anyone who truly cared about Harry was family in their mind. As she entered the house she found Molly making breakfast and giving out instructions as to what needed to be done. Anyone who was of age (17) would be at the Order meeting. "Christine, you're back," Molly smiled. "Well, what is the news?"

Christine looked at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, then shook her head. "Not here."

"Christine, I want to come to the meeting," Harry said.

"Harry, you're not yet of age, even though I know you're the one who has faced him five times. I don't want you to have to grow up any more or faster than all of this has already made you."

"I'll be seventeen in two weeks."

"I know, but Harry, come outside with me, please." Once outside, Christine turned to face him. "Harry, I know what you want to do once you turn seventeen, but please listen to me. You may have faced him may times, but Harry, you're still young and need to finish your schooling."

Harry opened his mouth to argue.

"Harry, your mother and father made me promise that I would make sure you finished school, no matter what. It was also important to Grandfather. I know about the Horcruxes and your plans, but let's all work together here. Let the Order help find and destroy them all. Harry, you were alone for so long. You have people who care about you now, and want to help you. Let us. You must finish school. We know that there is only so much we can do and the rest is up to you, but what is the point to wearing yourself down before it's time? Look, you have two weeks left of the protection your mother gave you. Please be as young and free as you can be until then. And after the meeting today, I have some Polyjuice Potion I intend to use. I need to go down to Diagon Alley and would like it if you would join me."

Harry did not respond.

"Harry, please. I don't expect you to agree with me; just really think about what I said."

Harry had really planned on going and looking for the Horcruxes as soon as his birthday passed.

"Harry, think about Ron, Ginny and Hermione; they're going to do whatever you do and they need to finish school as much as you, if not more."

"I'll think about it. But will you at least tell me about the meeting after?"

"You will know all about it sooner than you think."