NOT AGAIN!

Celebwen Telcontar: Here's the new chapter of Not Again!!

Balrog: I'm not going to be at all surprised if it is horrid.

Celebwen Telcontar: That was rude! Please review, people!

Balrog: Why? It's all just a bunch of--

Celebwen Telcontar: Balrog!


Harry Potter and James Kirk's Dorm Room

Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, California

0210 Hours, January 7, 2259


Harry shoved his head under the pillow as his roommate came in. The clock on the wall said it was just after two in the morning, a ridiculous time for Kirk to come back after one of his trysts. He should have just stayed with the girl. As Kirk began to disrobe to climb into bed, Harry opened his eyes, abandoning the attempt to sleep.

"Do you have any idea how late it is?" Harry asked.

"Oh, somewhere around one."

"Two ten, Jim. Who was it this time?"

"Eeeshah. That Trilexian girl in our Quantum Physics class."

"Really. I didn't know that human anatomy was that flexible."

"It is. And she is so worth it!"

"I see. Well, goodnight." Harry snuggled back under the covers, getting comfortable. Kirk slid a finger along the light panel, cutting the luminescence as he got into bed.

"I have a really great feeling about tomorrow," Kirk said. Harry heard a grin in his voice, and only grunted in response.


Kobiashi Maru

Simulation

Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, California

1545 Hours, January 7, 2259


Harry stared at the beeping and flashing console in front of him, pushing buttons and pulling levers as fast as he could. With a groan, the lights went out, and the bridge of the starship shuddered, sending an engineer to her knees and collapse with an undignified flop. He only worked faster after that, punching buttons he hoped would get them out of this mess.

"Sir!" he called to his commanding officer. "We've lost fore and aft shielding! Prepare for impact!" The impact jolted the bridge severely, causing Harry to careen out of his seat with a yelp. He scrambled back to his seat, forcing the pain of a wounded arm out of the way.

"Open a communications channel," the captain snapped to the communications officer, glaring at the screen.

"Open, sir," the officer said.

"This is Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the Starship Agamemnon. I order you to stand down now!" The screen flickered, and a Klingon's visage appeared. The Klingon gave a rather indelicate remark, sounding like a high-pitched yelp, in his home tongue and the offending ships quickly moved out of the way, the Agamemnon's crew hearing babble about how fearsome Kirk was. The civilian ship Kobiashi Maru was rescued, and the two ships quickly headed back to the edge of the Neutral Zone. The lights came on, and the pressure door opened, letting the cadets return to their normal studies. Harry glared at Cadet Kirk. He had to have cheated somehow. There was no way that that particular scenario was acceptable.

During the three years he had studied at Starfleet Academy, he had become quite well versed with the computers and equipment, and had even come up with his own matter-antimatter converter once using magic. The converter worked for a whole hour before it exploded in a spectacular shower of sparks and radiation, leveling a good portion of the workshops and leaving the students to make their ways to the anti-radiation bays for scrub downs. The workshops still weren't back to working capacity again, which left Harry chagrined. Harry made his way to the computers, and found the Kobiashi Maru test. The test had been tampered with, and only one person could have done it. Cadet James Kirk. Harry narrowed his eyes. Kirk was a brilliant person, but he just didn't know when to quit and when to display some of his humility. Did the kid even have humility? Worse, was that the kid was his roommate.

"Report, Cadet Potter," Admiral Stone snapped out. Harry snapped to attention, giving a regulation-perfect salute as he did so. "Sir, yes sir! The Kobiashi Maru test has been changed, altering the reactions of the Klingons when mentioned with a specific name."

"Lemme guess. Kirk, right?" Stone chuckled. "Helluva kid, but he needs to learn discipline."

"Yes, Sir," Harry agreed. Kirk reminded Harry of Draco Malfoy to a point, only kinder and with a devil-may-care attitude. The kid was going to get himself in trouble one day.

"At ease, Cadet. I have a daughter whose friend is currently undergoing schooling in Greenland. I have heard of your reputation as the person who can negate the terrorist attacking the P.A.H.M.A., or the Potter Academy of Higher Magical Arts." Harry ran a hand through his hair; he hadn't been bothered by Voldemort since he came to Starfleet; perhaps it was because his nemesis was trapped on a radioactive island, but Harry was grateful. Not that he was going to go and help the Greenlanders, because he had had enough of the War with Voldemort. Not that he wasn't optimistic about the new war; for one thing, his scar hadn't given him any pain at all since he awoke from the dead, and that was a sign that Voldemort wasn't up to anything. I'm not your hero, Harry thought to the residents of Greenland and the other wizards around there. Not anymore. You want to save the world? Fine. Do it. Just don't drag me into your mess.

"Permission to speak freely, Sir?" Harry asked.

"Granted."

"Frankly, Sir, I am just a person. I'm not a savior, nor some Messiah to free all wizards and witches from oppression. Yes, I did kill Voldemort once, due to some insane prophecy, but in so doing, I also got myself killed. I don't know why I was resurrected along with Voldemort, but he's not my problem anymore. The prophecy was fulfilled the first time I killed him. They resurrected him, so they deal with him. If I come along every bloody time Voldemort does, and kill him, they'll be looking to me for every little thing, and probably consider me Christ returned. Personally, all I want is to be dead again. Everyone I knew, everyone I loved, is dead. Not just dead, completely dust. Not even graves remain. I was at peace until those damned kids resurrected Voldemort and me."

"I see," Admiral Stone said, looking at Harry. "Is there any way this person... Why'd he take the name of a stuffed pastry, anyway?... can be killed?"

"Yes, Sir. And you're thinking of a Vol-au-vent, not Voldemort. I would suggest any number of people using modern artillery. He has not had time to make any Horcruxes, which are soul-containers, to keep him from being killed."

"Thank you for the insight, Cadet. If you are willing, we will have you aid the council to take this terrorist down. You are to report to the councilor's tomorrow morning at 1000 hours. Dismissed."

"Yes, Sir, I am willing to help. Thank you, sir!" Harry snapped off another salute as the Admiral walked off.


Hallway

Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, California

1700 Hours, January 7, 2259


"Is that why you were trying to get into Eeeshah's pants last night? To get a code to feed to the test?"

"Yep," Kirk said, full of righteous pride.

"You really are something, aren't you, Jim. That's cheating if you forgot. And an expulsion-worthy offence."

"Relax, Harry. It'll be fine."

"I think that test is there to show us we need to face death. To see it, to not be able to run from it."

"And you have?" Kirk asked, both eyebrows up.

"Yes. Unfortunately." Harry's voice was flat, giving no information.

"When?" Kirk badgered Harry. "Where?"

"Drop it, Jim." Harry's voice held a promise of pain for anyone who pushed him. Kirk listened and stopped badgering him.

"Hey, good lookin'," a female voice said. Harry snapped out of his brood, looking up into the dark, dancing eyes of Gaila, an Orion cadet whom Kirk had long since moved past.

"What do you want, Gaila?" Harry asked.

"Jim and I were going to go down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. You wanna come?"

"Sure." Harry turned around and headed back to the community rooms with the two others. It looked like Kirk was going after Gaila again, since Kirk's arm was about Gaila's shoulders and his hand was creeping downward. It didn't matter to Harry who his roommate chased, even if it was half the female population of Starfleet.


Counseling Office

Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, California

1000 Hours, January 8, 2259


"So, what's going on?" the Betazoid councilor asked Harry, sitting across from him. "You have a lot of pent up grief and anger."

"I... My history is rather... complicated."

"Don't worry, I've seen some odd things myself," the woman said with a mild chuckle.

"What is spoken in here remains in here, correct?"

"Yes, Harry."

"Good. You see... I was born in 1975. My parents were a witch and a wizard, and a magical megalomaniac was after them. He killed them, and then tried to kill me. Because my mother had given her life for me, I was able to rebound the lethal curse back to him, leaving me with only this scar." Harry raised his bangs, revealing the famous scar. As he told the councilor about his life, he felt a weight lift from him, and the woman's face grew paler as she heard everything.

"So he's still out there?"

"Yes, and I am finished fighting the Wizarding World's battles. It seems that even after I die they can't let me be! Why did they do that? I'm not some all-powerful hero here to save the day yet again!" Harry snarled towards the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," the councilor said softly. Harry felt some of his grief and rage dim, and, though he still felt it, it wasn't nearly as raw as it had been before. Harry smiled at the Betazoid woman, realizing that she had dimmed the pain.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Harry. I would suggest that you continue to come here weekly for a two hour session. I'll set you a weekly reminder. I know how hard it is to keep your schedule as a Starfleet Cadet." She sent a reminder to his data pad, smiling at him.


Conference Room

Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, California

1300 Hours, January 10, 2259


"So," Daniel Nelson, Starfleet's Commander-in-Chief, said, looking at the people surrounding the table. He took a sip of his coffee, swirling it around in his cup. "We have a situation, people." The Starfleet Commander-in-Chief sat at the head of the conference table, and Cadet Potter sat at his left while Admiral Stone sat at his right. "Turn to page three of your booklets." The group did so, and the page had an overview of the Magical world. "These people need our help. A fascist dictator has been resurrected." The group turned the page; reading about Voldemort's first and second reigns.

"Sir," Admiral Jacobs asked, "Is Cadet Potter this same 'Chosen One' the population chose to take this dictator down?"

"That is correct, Admiral, which is why he is in this conference."

"Then shouldn't he be able to remove the threat?"

"Not alone, Admiral Jacobs. We are Starfleet, not some backwards band of devil-worshipping heathens," Admiral Stephenson snapped. The other admiral backed down, and continued looking through the Wizarding history which was provided by the booklet. Harry's face heated up at the mention of devil-worship.

"Stephenson!" Nelson snapped.

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!" the Admiral snapped to attention and snapped off a regulation-perfect salute. The group quickly went back to their booklets and finished up the meeting. When the meeting was done, the Admirals had decided to take a contingent of fighters to Greenland to destroy Voldemort without taking out the school as well. Among them would be Harry and Admiral Stone, who both knew about the Wizarding World.


Celebwen Telcontar: Well, what do you think?

Balrog: Starfleet making war on the Wizarding World? I suppose that it's not that bad. It could be better. A lot better. In point of fact, I don't see how it could be worse! It's a horrible work of fiction!

Celebwen Telcontar: (Blinks) You do know that you just majorly contradicted yourself, don't you? Please review, people!

CT

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