Darth Marrs - The Forever Mage

The Forever Mage

A Harry Potter/Star Trek Crossover

By Darth Marrs

Author's Note:

Star Trek's future history is a bit of a conundrum for fans. When Gene Roddenberry first penned the series in the 1960s, he could not have possibly imagined it would be around decades later, especially not as the popular franchise it eventually became. So the dates of the most formative events in his "Future History" have long since come and gone.

Most notable of these are the Eugenics Wars, which according to Roddenberry were fought in the 1990s and featured the genetically augmented Khan Noonien Singh, who in 1992 was absolute ruler of a quarter of the planet from Asia to the Middle East. People followed him because of his strength, intelligence, mesmerizing voice, and the most awesome pecs ever.

For the purpose of this story, I've chosen to honor these dates as an alternate history to our own. Within context of the Harry Potter stories, I think this is doable. Nothing in HP specifically contradicts the events of ST history, since Harry's story takes place almost solely in wizarding England and much of the Eugenics War was fought in Asia and Africa. I did however have to nudge Khan's fall back a few years from 1996 to 1999. There are one or two other small changes to Star Trek canon to better fit the story. I'll try to notate them as I go along.

This particular story takes place in 2392. The use of Stardates for the purpose of this story is restricted to active duty Starfleet while Earth civilians still generally use the modern calendar. To put it in perspective, Voyager ended 2378. The Battle of Cadassia Prime which ended Deep Space 9 occurred in 2375. I'm avoiding stardates because in reality no one, not even Gene Roddenberry himself, knew what the hell stardates actually were. Producers literally made up numbers based any given season of TNG. This story will not take into account the further alternate history created by the events of JJ Abrams' Star Trek or any novels, since the evil B&B Twins (Berman and Braga) discarded written canon (or even established canon) at will.

Also, please note that this is a sequel of sorts to my story Harry Potter and the Four Founders in so far as Harry had five wives and the plot device at the end of Four Founders is the same device used to deliver Harry to the far future. You don't have to read the first to enjoy this. However, it couldn't hurt. I mention this because if you wanted to read Four Founders, there will be spoilers for it. However, I cannot stress enough for fans of Four Founders that this is a completely different type of story. If there was one word I could use for this fic, it would be Bittersweet. It does not contain any of the crack!fic elements from Four Founders and is generally more dramatic in nature. It also has a more sedate pace.

One last thing, and I'm sorry for these many notes. This story is rated M. There will probably be some sex. FYI. Also, I don't own either the Star Trek properties or Harry Potter. This is a work of fanfiction with no intention for sale or profit. Thank you.

Chapter One: Memento Mori

"Sweetie, you don't have to do this. It's morbid," Jennifer Chamberlain said.

Susan looked from her mother to her father, and then down at the urn that contained Grams' ashes. "She asked me to."

Susan's father Peter shook his head. "She asked you to take her ashes across the planet and dump them in a lake next to an old ruin." He sniffed and looked at Jennifer. "It's always your side of the family.

Jennifer slapped his shoulder playfully. "At least mine has personality. Your family reunions feel like they've been pre-recorded and we're forced to watch the playback in slow motion."

Susan snickered despite herself. "I love them, but your family is kind of slow, dad," she said.

"Well, something good must have come from it, miss future Daystrom Institute analyst."

Susan blushed and looked back down at the urn. "Well, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"It's no worse than last summer when you went to Tycho City," Susan's mother said. "At least this year you're staying on the ground. I'm not very happy about that stipulation in the will about the alcohol, though."

This time, Susan grinned. "Good old Grams. Those Scots knew how to throw a party. Thanks for the permission slip. They wouldn't transport me with it otherwise."

The three of them looked up as the rest of their party arrived at the transport hub. Diana Boxing was at the forefront, laughing at something Mary Caraough had said. The two walking together were a striking pair. Diana was petite, with classically porcelain skin that she despised and bright strawberry blonde hair framing an oval, heavily freckled face. Beside her, Mary's dark skin was a sharp contrast, though her features were Gallic, as were her green eyes. The girls' parents came behind, carrying their backpacks.

Close behind Mary came Katherine Dunningham, flanked by her mother, Commander Marilyn Dunningham, who was home on extended shore leave from Starfleet. Like her mother, Katherine was the tallest of the group with shoulder-length blonde hair and laughing blue eyes that looked out from a tanned face.

Staring at these girls, Susan realized that they were the best friends she was likely to ever have, and that this was probably going to be the last time they were all together like this.

The parents made their polite greetings while Mary, Diana and Katherine formed a little circle around the urn. "This is so strange," Katherine said. "She asked for the four of us by name?"

Susan nodded. "But she also asked that we toast her with traditional Scottish whiskey. My parents signed the release. I have a big bottle of Glenfiddich in my pack."

Katherine grinned while the other two girls shared a giggle.

"So where is it we're going?" Mary asked.

"That, girls, is the surprise," Susan said. "Grams asked that her ashes be thrown to the wind on the shores of a lake by the ruins of a haunted castle in Scotland." She glanced over their shoulders at their parents. "In fact, it's the most haunted castle in the world."

Mary's eyes widened. "You mean"

"Yes. Girls, we're going to Hogwarts."

* * *

No one knew how old Grams was. It came as a shock that the flier for her memorial did not have a date of birth. It was known that she was well over a century old, though. When Susan asked, her mother smiled and said, "Susan, your grandmother called her Grams too. The only reason she isn't listed as the oldest biological human alive is because all her birth records were lost."

As old as Grams was, though, she always welcomed Susan during her mid-term school breaks with exuberance. "The woman has enough grandchildren to fill a space cruiser," Peter once complained. "Why is Susan the only one she ever has over?"

Jennifer Chamberlain would almost smile when her husband asked them and would run a finger through Susan's curly auburn hair. "Because our little girl is special," she would say.