Harry Potter and the Next Generation

Things were mostly back to normal at Hogwarts Station, Captain Albus Dumbledore mused as he wandered the halls, ducking quickly to avoid being hit by several PADDs that came hurtling around the corner, no doubt carrying important inter-departmental memos. "Why don't they just use the computer system?" he muttered aloud to himself. The Wizarding Federation had worked hard to bring the Muggle people into the fold, the least everyone could do was appreciate their technological advances.

Meanwhile, in a nearby classroom....

"I see you have botched yet another lesson, Potter," Worferus Snape said menacingly. "As usual, you failed to add the Cardasian Vole claw and did not chop your Orion Wing Slugs finely enough. Your potion is weak."

"Fine," Wesley muttered sullenly, grabbing his bag to leave.

Before he could get very far, Snape and snatched his robes and whirled him around to face him.

"You are a spineless worm! No true wizard would allow such a slur on his name and his House!" When Potter didn't answer right away, Snape shoved him roughly back and turned away. "Worthless as cold gagh...just like your parents...."

Wesley had taken just about all he could from the bullying Lieutenant. Before Hermione could stop him, he had pulled out his Starfleet Standard-Issue Wand and aimed it at Snape's retreating back.

"Avada Sto-Vo-Kor-a!" The spell hit Snape square in the back, propelling him forward and over his desk, smashing potion bottles and knocking over still-bubbling cauldrons.

"Call me anything you want, treat me like dirt, I don't care - but don't ever insult my family again!"

"Wesley, NO!" Hermione said, tugging on the back of his robes.

Snape arose slowly from the wreckage of his desk, his eyes flashing, his own wand clenched tightly in his fist.

"You need a good deal more power to cast the Killing Curse on me, Potter," he said. "Righteous anger won't harm me, you have to mean it!"

"I did mean it; you're not dead because Kahless the Unforgettable deemed you unfit for the afterlife."

Hermione winced - she alone understood the slur that Wesley had just given Snape.

Snape raised his wand. "Bat'lethiosa!" A weapon appeared in his hand, the curved, double-tipped ceremonial weapon preferred by all Klingon warriors.

"Today is a good day to die, Potter," he snarled.

Potter shrugged. "Not on my agenda, I'm afraid. Accio phaser rifle!"

The gun flew into his hand, and he leveled it at his most hated Professor.

"Hab SoSlI' Quch," he said, then pulled the trigger. Snape shot backwards, over the desk again, and slumped in a heap against the dungeon wall.

The class flew into an uproar, yelling and screaming, half of them fighting to get to Wesley, the other half fighting to get away.

"Wicked!" Jake Weasley said, staring with envy at the Firebolt Phaser Rifle in his friend's hands.

Hermione had her face hidden in her hands. "Oh, Wesley, you didn't! You...you killed a teacher!"

Wesley casually tossed the gun into a chair and shouldered his bag. "Oh, for Pete's sake, Hermione, it was set on stun!"