Drachen sollen fliegen A Harry Potter/Star Trek: The Next Generation Fanfiction

Category: Crossover Harry Potter/Star Trek: The Next Generation

Rating: T for violence and curse words

Pairings: might be Draco/Data but I have not decided yet.

Disclaimer: I do not either Harry Potter or Star Trek. Moreover, I do not make any kind of financial benefit from writing this story; I simply do so for my own pleasure. (And hopefully, my readers', too)

Author's note: This is not the first fanfiction I've ever written, but the first one I ever posted. I'm new to and I still need to find out how everything works around here so please go easy on me. Also, since I'm not a native speaker, I might make some mistakes writing in English. I hope this is not too troublesome for you.

Summary: "You think you've had a strange day, Potter? Well, think again. Damn it, you were supposed to kill the Dark Lord, not me. And before I even had time to stomach it, I found myself blasted several centuries into the future! So who's had a strange day now?"

Chapter One: How It Ends

Draco Malfoy panted as he raced through the corridors of Hogwarts, running away from the Room of Requirements, where Harry Potter – his arch-nemesis, damn it! - had saved his life.

Saved by Potter. Once Draco would have found this terribly insulting, but he felt like this had been a long, long time ago. Not that he had time for such feelings now, not when all hell had broken loose around him. So he just waved through the corridors, trying to avoid all combatants, no longer caring if they were Death Eaters or Potter's allies or whatever, dodging curses without fighting back. He could not have fought back even if he wanted to; he had lost his mother's wand in the Room of Requirements where it had been burned to ashes by the fiendfyre that stupid Crabbe had conjured up. Too bad he had forgotten to learn a spell to put it out, and now he had perished in the inferno he himself had caused. That fool, he had always been dim-witted; he never should have messed with such powerful spells. Though Draco felt a slight flicker of regret; after all, Crabbe had been his close ally for seven years now. He also felt a slight flicker of guilt for losing his mother's wand, but quickly snapped himself out of it when a curse hit the wall dangerously close to him.

He jumped, throwing himself behind a particularly ugly vase for cover. There he lay; trying to catch his breath, hoping to every god that might listen that no one would find him. Not that he actually believed that a helpful god really existed, not after all that had happened to him.

His whole body ached. He was exhausted and half mad with fear. He had never been a hero, he knew that much by now, and at the moment, he was simply too tired to feel ashamed of it.

Even if he had had a wand, he would not join the fight. He was not even sure anymore what side he was on. All he wanted was to get far, far away from Hogwarts, away from the blood, the screams, and the deaths. He wanted to run until he was a million miles from Hogwarts, somewhere safe were he could forget fear and death and torture. Even though he doubted he would ever get rid of those memories even if he lived to be a thousand years old.

A curse shattered the vase that had served as his vulnerable stronghold, sending him running again. He stumbled over a broken piece of marble and ended up falling on top of a dead body. Gasping with horror, he numbly realized that the man had been a Death Eater. As he moved to push himself of the carcass, he saw a glint of metal. A knife lay next to the Death Eater that had been eaten by death, sharp and wicked-looking and smeared with blood. His stomach lurched. He searched for the Death Eater's wand but found it was broken. He took the knife instead, shuddering as his hand gripped the handle. It was not a wand, but it was better than being unarmed.

He did not want to fight, let alone kill, so he promised himself he would only use the knife if he was in grave danger of being killed, and hurried on.

He never knew for how long he had been running and hiding when he heard Lord Voldemort's voice echoing through the castle again, calling for a break in the fighting so that the defenders of Hogwarts could tend to their death and wounded. He accused Harry Potter of letting his friends die for him and challenged him to meet him face to face in the Forbidden Forest.

Draco was close to the castle's main entrance by now, and he was grateful for the break. It occurred to him that he could try to get of the castle grounds now…but then he remembered that the castle was still surrounded by Death Eaters, and he was not sure if they would just let him slip away. So he just hid behind a large pile of rubble, briefly thinking that rebuilding Hogwarts would be one hell of a lot of work for whoever survived the battle, but then decided that he could not care less. He felt drained and utterly miserable.

"Damn it, Potter!" he growled, surprised that he would even think such a thing, let alone say it out loud. "You're supposed to be the Chosen One or whatever so why don't you just kill Voldemort and get this over with?"

Again, some time passed, then he heard some sort of commotion going on in the entrance hall. People where running towards the portal, and he heard someone scream in an anguished voice that Harry Potter was dead. The news froze him to the spot for a moment. There might have been a time where he might have rejoiced over Potter's dead, but now it made his stomach knot.

"Fuck you, Potter, you better not messed this up…" he hissed as he carefully climbed out behind the chunks of fallen masonry. He had to see for himself if it was true, had to know if Potter was really dead. He saw other students as well as adults moving towards the portal, and he hid the knife he had taken from the Death Eater in his sleeve, just in case one of them held a grudge at him and choose to attack him. But no one lunged at him as he joined the stream of people moving towards the grounds; a few nasty looks was all he got. Thankfully, everyone seemed too eager to find out what happened to their precious Chosen One to care about him now.

And then he was standing in front of the ruined castle with his fellow students, teachers and parents. A massive army of Death Eaters was spread out before them, Voldemort standing in front of his faithful followers.

Draco tried to avoid looking at the Dark Lord as he quickly scanned the rows of the Death Eaters, feeling an enormous wave of relief when he saw his parents among them.

Thank Merlin, they're alive, he thought, but then something else caught his eye. There was that big oaf Hagrid, and he carried a limb body in his arms…a limb body that was Harry Potter!

Draco Malfoy could not believe it. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the one who always managed to slip away at the last second, dead?

So this is it? This is how it ends? He felt his fists clench. NO…not like this!

Voldemort was taunting his enemies now, offering to spare the life of everybody who came over to his side. For a while, nobody moved. Then Neville Longbottom stepped forward.

"What the…" Draco's eyes nearly fell out of his head. Longbottom, Potter's loyal friend and defender, going over to the Dark Side? Had the world turned upside down?

And what the hell did Longbottom want with the Sorting Hat he held in his hand?

Then Longbottom spoke, and the world turned to her right side again. "You may have killed Harry, but he is still with us! He will continue to live in our hearts, he sacrificed his life for us, and we will never forget this! We will never join you!"

A big cheer rose from the defenders of Hogwarts. Voldemort was fuming with anger.

"Foolish boy!" He hissed. At a move from his hand, the huge snake he had with him lunged forward. Draco's eyes widened as he expected the snake to strike, to see Longbottom's body fall lifelessly to the ground…

But Longbottom dodged the attack and pulled something out of the Hat – a sword, Draco realized – and beheaded the snake!

Voldemort stumbled back and screamed, a terrible, inhuman scream of rage that chilled Draco to the bones. He felt a flicker of pity for Longbottom, even though he had used to despise him. But he sure had guts.

"Crucio!" the Dark Lord shouted, making Longbottom writhe on the ground in agony…

"No! Neville!" someone cried out, and then everybody let out a collective gasp as the supposedly dead Harry Potter jumped out of Hagrid's arms and ran to kneel by his fallen friend's side.

Voldemort was seemingly shocked that Potter was still alive, but he regained control all too quickly. Ropes flew from his wand that tied both Longbottom and Potter firmly to the ground.

"It seems that Harry Potter survived once more." The Dark Lord taunted. "No matter. I have you at my mercy now. In but a few moments I will end your life once and for all."

"Geez, right! How many times have you tried that before?" someone shouted, making the defenders of Hogwarts laugh in spite of their impending doom.

Voldemort raised his wand. "Silence!" he yelled, and a flash of light erupted from the tip of his wand. "Harry Potter will die! And I repeat my offer, for the last time: those of you who wish to join me shall be spared!"

Draco was still wondering how in the world Potter had managed to survive when he heard his name being called. He saw his parents, holding out their hands, pleading for him to come to them.

His throat tightened at that sight. They looked so pale, so drawn, so utterly miserable! Pain and misery, that was all their service for Voldemort had ever gained them, every hope of glory they might have had had crumbled to dust long ago. And when Potter was going to die, Voldemort would rule…and the pain and the misery would never end…

He lowered his head in defeat as he slowly made his way across the empty space between the enemy lines. Suddenly Voldemort stepped in his way, surprising Draco by hugging him, leaving him frozen with shock.

"It's good to have you back, Draco." He purred.

Draco wanted to throw up. A violent wave of hate and disgust raced through him, as hot and searing as dragon fire, melting the ice. His hand found the handle of the knife that was still hidden in his sleeve…

Harry Potter lay on the ground, watching as Draco Malfoy made his way towards his parents. He gasped when Voldemort hugged him, the thought alone revolted him.

Suddenly Voldemort stumbled back, clutching at his stomach. Harry stared at him, then at Malfoy, and he saw that the Slytherin held a knife that was dropping blood. His eyes widened. Had Draco Malfoy just stabbed Lord Voldemort?

Voldemort gave another terrible scream and raised his wand, to kill Malfoy, no doubt; but the pale youth slashed out with a desperate cry of his own, slicing Voldemort's throat with one desperate strike. The inhuman scream turned to a gurgle, and Voldemort collapsed. His now lifeless body lay motionless for a moment; then it dissolved to dust.

Well, that certainly saves us the trouble of burying him…Harry thought numbly. He felt the ropes that had tied him before dissolve and knew that Voldemort had gone forever. And Draco Malfoy had killed him.

Time seemed to stop as everybody stood frozen, too shocked for words or actions. And Draco Malfoy just stood there, staring at the knife in his hand as if he himself could not believe what he had just done.

Then an uproar of rage sounded from the Death Eaters, and Harry reacted instinctively: He threw himself at Malfoy and dragged the Slytherin down with him. Over them, a volley of curses sizzled through thin air where Malfoy had just stood. Before the Death Eaters could launch another attack, Harry had already pulled Malfoy up and was now dragging him along as he sprinted for the castle. All the others seemed to have the same idea; there was a collective run towards the great portal even as McGonagall shouted: "Inside! Everybody get inside!"

All around them, the fight started again, but Harry ignored it. He felt he really had to talk with Malfoy now…

He found a closet that was still intact as well as big enough to accommodate them both, and he shoved Malfoy inside and closed the door behind them before he rounded on the Slytherin.

"Blimey, Malfoy, why the hell…" his voice trailed off as he became aware of Malfoy's appearance.

Malfoy's skin was pale at the best of times, but now it was deathly white. His eyes were huge and terrified, his hand still clutching the knife so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. And he was shaking all over.

Harry changed his approach. He took hold of Malfoy's shoulders and shook him gently. "Malfoy? Hey, Malfoy, are you alright?"

Malfoy looked up at him as if he had just now realized that he was there. "I k-k-killed…I k-k-killed him…"

Harry was growing slightly worried by now. Malfoy was splattered with blood, but most of it had to be Voldemort's since Harry found now major injuries as he checked the other boy over. No, Malfoy was not hurt, at least not physically. However, his mental state seemed to be a different matter.

"Yeah." Harry said in what he hoped to be a soothing voice. "You killed him. It's over now."

Malfoy just stared at him for a few moments, then buried his head in his arms and started to cry.

"Uh…Malfoy?" Harry was shocked to see the other break down like this; he had never thought that Malfoy would let his arch rival see him like this. Obviously, he was in a state of absolute shock, and Harry began to wonder anxiously if his mind was going to suffer permanent damage.

The sounds of battle drew closer and then became distant again. Harry longed to see what was going on, to rush to his friends' side and protect them, but he could not leave Malfoy now, not whit the other being in such a state. He had to calm Malfoy down somehow. But how?

At a loss for something better to do, he hesitantly placed one arm around Malfoy's shoulders. He was on his guard though; the last time he had seen Malfoy break down, in that bathroom a year ago, the other had attacked him.

But Malfoy made no move, and so Harry settled down, thinking that this day had turned out completely different from what he had anticipated.

He had come to Hogwarts expecting to kill Voldemort, but then Draco Malfoy had beaten him to it. And now he sat in a closet comforting his childhood enemy while a battle was raging through Hogwarts.

"Boy, this must be the strangest day I ever had." He said to himself.

At some point, Malfoy grabbed his hand. Harry winched, from surprise as well as from pain; Malfoy was holding on really tight. He let his hand where it was though, and even gave Malfoy's hand a small squeeze, since the other seemed desperate for some comfort.

Finally, Malfoy had grown silent, and he was no longer shaking.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked again.

Malfoy raised his head to glare at him. "Do I look as if I am?" he spat.

Harry felt a surge of relief. Malfoy looked terrible, his ghostly white face smeared with blood and tears, his voice raw and shaky, and the glare he gave him was but a shadow of his usual one, but Harry was relieved to see that he was trying.

"No, you're not. You're looking terrible." Harry said truthfully. An explosion shook the ground beneath them. The battle was still raging. The Gryffindor wondered why the Death Eaters did not just give up now that their master had perished. Maybe they were thirsty for revenge or something. Harry put it out of his mind. There was still something he needed to ask Malfoy.

"Why did you do it?"

Malfoy's jaw clenched. His gaze fell to the knife he was still holding, and he suddenly dropped it as if it had burned him. Then his eyes rose again to meet Harry's.

"I hated him." Malfoy stated. His grey eyes were hard. "He threatened to kill me. He threatened to kill my family if I would not do his bidding. Every day I was afraid for myself, my parents. He forced me to do terribly things…You cannot imagine how it is, Potter, being around him." New tears started to fall, but he did not try to wipe them away. "I was so fucking blind. I thought it would be such an honor to serve him…I was wrong. You asked me why I did not turn you in earlier, remember? Well, that's your answer."

Harry could barely believe his ears. Where was the Draco Malfoy who once had had a burning ambition to step into his father's shoes as a Death Eater? It seemed he had finally come to his senses now. "Damn it, Malfoy, you might have just saved our lives, you know that?"

Malfoy tried to grin. "Yeah…thought that would be your job, though."

"I thought that, too." Harry mumbled. Suddenly, he wanted to burst out with laughter. Voldemort was dead, it was finally over, and he had not even lifted a finger. Instead, Malfoy had somehow decided to take the matter out of his hands. And suddenly, Harry felt free, as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. It was over!

The moment was shattered as fate chose to remind them none to gently that there was still a battle going on; a curse hit the closet and it promptly burst into flames.

"Watch it!" Harry cried out and jumped out of the closet, Malfoy following suit. Another spell sailed towards them, and Malfoy roughly dragged Harry out of its path. A couple of Death Eaters came running towards them, pointing at Malfoy, intent on taking bloody revenge for Voldemort's demise. Malfoy froze as he noticed them. "Oh shit." He whispered.

Harry turned to face him and shoved Malfoy's wand into his hand before pulling out the Elder wand he had picked off the ground where Voldemort had dropped it. "Run!" he told the other.

"But…" Malfoy was still rooted to the spot.

"Just shut up and run Malfoy!" Harry yelled and cast a full Body Binding curse at one of the Death Eaters.

Malfoy hesitated briefly, then turned and ran off. "Damn it all to hell! Thank you, Potter!"

"Thank you too, Malfoy!" Harry shouted back, before taking off into the other direction, hoping to draw a few Death Eaters away from Malfoy. "Come and get me, bloody cowards!" he yelled at them

Again, Draco Malfoy was running, but this time, he had a wand. More importantly, he also had a will to fight back. And he was now sure what side he was on, and it seemed to make him stronger. Even if it was not the side he had imagined himself taking.

After a while, he had managed to shake off or curse all of his pursuers. He was leaning against a wall as he tried to catch his breath when he heard a girl scream. It sounded like that Ravenclaw girl who had fancied Potter once, Cho Something or whatever her name was. Malfoy sighed, deciding that since he was a good guy now, he might as well go and see if he could help her.

But while he crept to the corridors to where the scream had come from, a curse hit the wall close to him. The wall exploded, sending big chunks of rubble flying, and Malfoy screamed in fear and pain as it hit him. Briefly, the world went black, and then he found himself lying on the flour. His whole body ached, especially his ribs, and he realized that he had trouble breathing. He could also taste his own blood in his mouth. This was not good; it could mean he had internal injuries. Fuck, bleeding to death internally would certainly ruin his day!

A Death Eater moved into his field of vision, reminding him that if he did not pay attention, he would be dead long before blood loss became a problem. The Death Eater pointed his want at him and shouted: "Avada…"

But Malfoy was faster. "Avada Kedavra!"

The Death Eater crumbled to the floor. Exhausted, Malfoy let his arm drop to the floor again. He suddenly realized that he was lying in front of the Room of Requirements. He wondered if it would still work after it had been devastated by fiendfyre.

Well, there was only one way to find out. He was too weak to stand up, so he crawled towards the room instead.

"I need a place where I'll be safe." He whispered. "A place where I'll stay alive…"

And sure enough, the door appeared out of nowhere. With the last of his remaining strength, he pushed the door open and dragged himself inside. He briefly thought he heard his name being called, then the door fell shut behind him and everything went black…

At noon, Harry Potter was numbly picking his way through the great hall. Now that all the dementors had been chased away, the grey fog had lifted and the sun was shining brilliantly both from the sky and from the hall's ceiling, as if trying to lift the spirit of the survivors. The battle was over; all of the attacking Death Eaters and their allies had either been captured, ran away, or lay dead somewhere in the castle and scattered across the grounds. Still, the boy who lived did not feel happy. Instead, he felt terribly sad. Too many of them who had fought alongside him lay dead in this very hall; Remus Lupin, Tonks and Fred were among the fallen warriors. And more yet had been injured, and some of those would not live to see another day.

"Harry!" A tired voice made him turn his head and he caught sight of Neville sitting on the floor. Next to him was Luna, who was cuddling up to him. The sadness that threatened to overwhelm Harry lifted by just a little; obviously, Neville had indeed told Luna that he loved her. With the two of them were Ron and Hermione, also leaning against each other, and Ginny. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he noticed her and another when she hugged him as he sat down by his friends. He closed his eyes, shutting out everything else for a moment, just reveling in the feeling of holding her, letting him fill his tired soul and body with new strength.

Everyone was silent for a while. Then Hermione finally broke the silence. "I can't believe it's finally over."

"Yeah." Ron agreed. "Man, we have been fighting him for, like, seven years now. It's about time we finally get some peace. I only hope he's not going to come back again…"

"He won't. No more horcruxes, remember?" Harry reminded him. "By the way, great job on killing the snake, Neville."

Neville sighed. "Thanks. Though I still can't believe it was Malfoy who offed You-know-who in the end. I wonder why he did it."

"His name's Voldemort." Harry corrected him tiredly. "And Malfoy hated him for threatening his family to make them obey his orders."

All of them gave him puzzled looks. "But…how do you know?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. "He told me after everyone had retreated back inside the castle. I wonder where he is now…"

As if on cue, they all turned to look at the two Malfoy adults. After their son had killed their master, they too had switched sides and fought against their former Death Eater comrades, obviously hoping to defend Draco. Lucius Malfoy had even been badly injured and now lay in the hall al bandaged up, his wife watching over him.

Noticing Harry and his friends look at her, she quietly said something to her husband and then stood to walk towards Harry. He forced himself to greet her; it could not have been easy for her to suddenly find herself teaming up with what were supposed to be her enemies.

"Harry Potter." She said in greeting. Her eyes and voice did no longer have that scathing arrogance that he had come to associate with the Malfoys. Instead, they were just as tired and wary as he felt right now.

"Mrs. Malfoy." He replied. "Thank you for your help."

"It was nothing. You did save Draco out there, after all." A mixture of anxiety and hope showed on her face. "Do you know where he is now?"

Harry shook his head sadly, genuinely regretting that he could not easy her worries; no matter how much bad blood there might have been between him and the Malfoys, Narcissa Malfoy was, after all, only a mother and she seemed deeply worried for her only son. "I'm afraid not. We were separated during the battle."

"I've seen him. He went into the Room of Requirements." A voice piped in. Harry turned around, to his surprise, the speaker was Cho Chang.

"What? The room still works after the fiendfyre?" Hermione exclaimed in disbelief.

Narcissa Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed to know how the room worked, maybe because Draco had used just this room to bring some Death Eaters into Hogwarts just one year ago. "He will be safe in there."

"Uh…well…" Cho squirmed uncomfortably.

Luna stood up and took the other Ravenclaw's hand. "What's wrong, Cho?"

"Malfoy, he…he was injured. Pretty badly, I think. I tried to get in after him but the room wouldn't let me. I'm not sure if he's still alive." Harry's former girlfriend explained in a small voice.

The grey eyes of Narcissa Malfoy widened. Harry saw the pain in them and knew he had to do something. He had seen enough death for this day. If there was any way he could keep the body count from rising even higher, he would do it.

"I'll go check on this." He abruptly said and stood. Ginny just silently took his hand and fell into step at his side. The others stayed behind.

It was eerily quiet inside the castle after the long hours of battle. Carefully, they picked their way across all the rubble and fallen debris, and Harry felt the slightest pang of sadness for all the destruction Hogwarts had suffered. But he knew it was only a castle; the damage could (and most likely would) be repaired. But no power in the world could bring back all the people who had died. Lives had been lost, each one precious and irreplaceable, and those losses would leave gaps that coul never be filled. There were some things that just could not be fixed; some wounds that never really healed.

Finally, they reached the right corridor, but the stretch of wall the Room of Requirements was supposed to be hidden behind stubbornly refused to turn into the familiar entrance as it had faithfully done so many times before. No matter what they tried, they could not get in.

Finally, he and Ginny had to give up, and they returned downstairs to inform the others. Harry's heart was heavy as he met Mrs. Malfoy's expectant gaze.

"It's no use. The room simply won't show up. I have no idea where Draco is now." He told her and watched as her hand flew to her mouth and tears started to appear in her eyes. "I'm sorry. Your son saved us all.

And he really was sorry, even if it was Malfoy. Right now, he felt that every life that had been lost was one to many. And during all the events of the last few hours (and maybe the entire last year) Harry had seen so many gruesome things, such unspeakable evils, that his rivalry with Malfoy that had moved him so passionately before now seemed petty and childish. Malfoy had never been the real enemy, Harry knew that by now. He was just a guy who had wanted attention and had gotten himself involved in things that were too big for him. And in the end, he had finally seemed to come to his senses.

Mrs. Malfoy looked at Harry without really seeing him. "Yes." She said. "No matter where he is now, at least he took Lord Voldemort down with him."

Well…yeah. That's the first chapter. I actually got the idea for this story when I was at the cinema watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two. I was really disgusted when Voldemort hugged Malfoy (I don't mean to offend any Voldemort fans out there, but I wouldn't want to be hugged by him – yuck!) and suddenly this little image of Malfoy stabbing Voldemort while he hugged him flew into my mind. I worked out the details, decided to throw in some Star Trek, and voila! Here's the story.