A/N: Hey, so this is a Star Trek and Harry Potter Crossover. I hope you like it. Fem!Harry is very OOC and the others probably as well, please don't flame me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.

Edit 4.6.2014 : I found Scotty's middle names so I'm going to insert them in the chapters.

Edit 28.8.2014: Finally got to look at some high quality pictures of Simon Pegg and got his real eye colour. Insterting them into the chapters.

Edit 24.5.2015: Thanks to a message I got I think I have to clear something up (that i thought was self-explanatory): In this fic the timeline of Harry Potter has been moved forward in time to fit with the Star Trek timeline.

"Speaking."

Thinking

"Talking telepathically."

I sat down in the shuttle that would bring me to the Starfleet outpost on Delta Vega, looking at the man across from me. He was taller than me (which isn't all that difficult since I was barely over five feet), handsome with ginger hair, blue eyes and a face that looked like it was used to smiling and laughing.

"Ye bein' 'transferred' too, lass?" The man asked with a thick Scottish accent that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine when he called me 'lass'.

I smiled at him and nodded, extending my hand for him to shake.

"Amaryllis Potter." I introduced myself. "Call me Amy."

He shook my hand, smiling back.

"Montgomery Scott. Me friends call me Scotty."

The shuttle started.

"So… why ye bein' transferred, lass?" Scotty asked.

"I asked to be stationed in a remote area." I replied softly. "Due to the circumstances that led to my parents' deaths when I was fifteen months old and some… attacks on the boarding school I attended I have become rather well-known in some circles and want to escape that. You?"

"I had a little debate with my instructor on the issue relativistic physics and how it pertains ta subspace travel. He seemed ta think that the range of transporting somethin' like… like a grapefruit was limited to about 100 miles. I told him that I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet in the same system – which is easy, by the way – I could do it with a life-form. So I tested it on Admiral Archer's prize beagle."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Let me guess: The dog hasn't reappeared yet." I said in amusement.

"I do feel guilty about that." Scotty said.

We fell into a companionable silence and soon arrived on Delta Vega which was basically a huge icy wasteland. We entered the outpost and found… not much. Many things were broken but that would at least give us something to do while we were here. The outpost was dirty, water was dripping in and the thick steel walls didn't keep most of the cold out. I pulled my coat (made of dragon hide padded with yeti fur) closer around me.

"I'm glad I thought to bring Firewhiskey." I muttered.

After we were done exploring the outpost we sat down in the main room.

"I think we need to fix the heating first thing." I said, leaning back in my seat. "I can repair the walls and ceilings so we don't have water dripping in all the time."

I bent down and pulled a bottle of Old Odgen's Finest out of my (magically extended) bag and poured a shot for Scotty.

"Try it." I said. "The name will explain itself."

Scotty sniffed the whiskey with suspicion clear on his face before downing it in one go. He coughed, wheezed… and held the glass out for more. To his surprise I pulled two real whiskey glasses out of my bag and filled them with the beverage, giving one to Scotty.

"Cheers." I said with a smile.

Scotty clinked his glass against mine.

"I think this is the beginnin' of a wonderful friendship, lass." He grinned.

Over the next few days we worked on the heating and the walls and ceiling to make at least part of the outpost liveable. It was the part with our bedrooms. I managed to fix the furniture there so we had a living room, a bathroom and a working kitchen too. After a week we were done with this task. While the rest of the outpost was still in the same shape as we had found it our living part was almost cosy. We sat across from each other in the living room for a drink before bed as usual when Scotty sat his glass aside. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to the Scotsman. He was funny, intelligent and handsome. He leaned forward.

"I'd like ta try somethin'." He murmured before he tenderly touched my jaw and tilted my chin up.

He pressed his lips against mine and I could feel bolts of electricity run through my body. I put my glass down on the table, happily responding to the kiss and he sat back, pulling me on top of him so I was straddling his lap.

"I've been waitin' to do this since you boarded that shuttle." He whispered into my ear while he was trailing kisses along my jaw.

I gasped as a jolt of pleasure surged through me when he lightly pressed one of his hands into my lower back. His other hand trailed to the back of my head and pulled my hair out of the usual messy bun only to tangle in it as he deepened the kiss.

"Yer drivin' me crazy, lass." His voice was husky with lust, the hand that had been in my hair trailing down my neck.

My hips started grinding onto him on their own accord while heat pooled between my legs. I could feel him harden against me and moaned. His lips trailed down my neck, sucking lightly on the skin over my jugular artery.

"Bedroom, now!" I gasped out.

"Which one?" He breathed.

"Don't care!"

Scotty stood up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. I was pleasantly surprised when he could hold me up without a problem. My hands trailed from his shoulders down his arms and I couldn't help the additional rush of arousal when I felt the defined muscles under his shirt. He managed to open the door to his bedroom while still holding me up with one hand under my ass. The door snapped closed after he gave it a sharp kick and he gently put me down on the bed. He knelt down in front of me and I pushed myself up to my knees too. His touches were slower now as he gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. For a moment I cursed the cold on the planet more than usual because it meant that we had to shed more layers of clothes before we could get shit down. We undressed each other, trading kisses here and there until we were finally completely naked. Scotty hesitated.

"If ye want me to stop, lass, just say it." He told me softly. "I won't push ye to do somethin' ye're not ready for."

I just smiled at him, took his hand and placed it on one of my breasts.

"I'm yours." I breathed.

My magic was squirming and rolling inside me and I knew that it was binding me to Scotty. He followed my request and started to stroke and massage my breasts tenderly while he laid me down on my back.

"Ye're so beautiful." He murmured, his hands exploring every nook and cranny of my petite form.

I silently admired his toned body. Of course he had to be toned, being part of Starfleet and all. I had gone through the physical training myself. I spread my legs for him and he looked at me, wordlessly asking for permission. I gave him a small nod, readying myself for the penetration. I was a little nervous because this was my first time but Scotty was so gentle and allowed me to stop him any time. He positioned himself and slowly entered me, giving my walls enough time to adjust to his considerable size. I was breathing hard, both in pleasure and pain. He stopped, waiting for me to give him a sign that he could move. I sat up and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Mmmm, ye fit me like a glove, lass."

"Move." I breathed just before I pressed my lips to his again, opening them.

His tongue darted into my mouth while he started his slow, gentle and deep thrusts. We were lost in a haze of ecstasy, moving with each other as my magic invisibly enveloped us, forging a bond between us. Moans and groans filled the room and I felt the pit of my stomach tighten as I neared orgasm. My walls pulsed around Scotty as I let out a scream of his name, coming for the first time in my life. Scotty was soon after, holding me as close as humanly possible and growling lowly as his seed filled me. We clung to each other for about a minute, gasping for breath before he pulled out of me. I winced slightly and Scotty frowned, looking down on his cock and seeing blood. He caressed my face, lying down next to me. He propped himself up on one elbow and pulled the covers over us.

"Were ye a virgin, lass?" He asked softly.

I nodded, slightly ashamed.

"Thank you." He whispered. "That is the greatest gift ye could have ever given me, lass. I love you."

"I love you too."

We kissed and I fell asleep, securely held in Scotty's strong arms.

Over the next days and weeks my relationship with Scotty deepened and I was seriously considering telling him about magic. He was already a little suspicious about my bag and took to calling me Mary Poppins from time to time. I just fondly rolled my eyes and gave him a small peck on the lips whenever he did that. Three months had passed since our arrival. We had much spare time on Delta Vega and worked on fixing most of the broken things there to keep ourselves occupied with something that wasn't sex. I had put one of my favourite songs on and was working on a broken shuttle, quietly singing the lyrics of the song and swaying my hips in the rhythm.

Look in the mirror and tell me, just what you see
What have the years of your life taught you to be
Innocence dyin' in so many ways
Things that you dream of are lost, lost in the haze

'Hold On' by Kansas. I simply loved Kansas. The lyrics were deep and the music was beautiful.

Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause it's closer than you think
And you're standing on the brink
Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same as today

Don't you recall what you felt when you weren't alone
Someone who stood by your side, a face you have known
Where do you run when it's too much to bear
Who do you turn to in need when nobody's there

Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause it's closer than you think
And you're standing on the brink
Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same as today

My thoughts strayed back to the Final Battle, to everyone who'd died that day and how much we all lost despite the fact that Voldemort was defeated.

Outside your door he is waiting, waiting for you
Sooner or later you know, he's got to come through
No hesitation and no holding back
Let it all go and you'll know, you're on the right track

I had thought that I couldn't heal after everything that had happened but then I had met Scotty. A smile tugged on my lips at the thought of the Scottish engineer. And speak of the devil he wrapped his arms around my waist and turned me around so I was facing him. Without a word he started to dance with me. A waltz surprisingly enough but then again the rhythm of the song was just right.

Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause it's closer than you think
And you're standing on the brink
Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same

Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause it's closer than you think
And you're standing on the brink
Hold on, baby hold on, 'cause there's something on the way
Your tomorrow's not the same

Hold on

At the last line Scotty dipped me low and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. We straightened and I smiled.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face.

"Can't a man dance with his beautiful girlfriend every now and then?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" I smiled, standing on my tiptoes to kiss my boyfriend.

He smiled against my lips and pulled me closer with his hands on my hips. His thumbs caressed my hipbones in small circles. We parted and he still had that smile on his face.

"I love ye, lass." He said softly. "Never doubt that."

"I love you too. And it wouldn't cross my mind to ever doubt you."

Scotty pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping at my face.

"You got machine oil all over yer face."

I laughed and swatted his hand away.

"Until a few minutes ago I was hanging over a shuttle engine." I replied. "I think I'm allowed to have a little oil on my face."

"I like that. Black suits ye."

I grinned and leaned closer to him. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, tucking my head under his chin. After about a minute he pulled away and picked me up bridal style, causing me to let out a surprised squeal.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We're going to get the oil off ye, lass."

His grin turned mischievous.

"Do you want to join me in the shower?" I asked as Scotty easily carried me to the living quarters and put me down on my feet in the bathroom we had fixed right after the heating.

"Wouldnae say no ta that."

We undressed and stepped into the shower (a real water shower, not one of those weird sonic things). I turned the water on and we kissed. I shuddered under the touches of his rough engineer's hands. Scotty pressed me against the wall of the shower and I wrapped my legs around his hips. The warm water flowed over us and made our movements together slick and caused them to make wet smacking sounds. I moaned as he sucked on the sweet spot under my right ear.

"Mark me." I gasped. "Mark me as yours."

His lips trailed down my neck and stopped on my shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing my skin before he took a bit of it and worked it between them, hard enough to leave a mark but not bleed. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of being marked by the man I loved. I wanted to be his and his alone. After we had both climaxed we helped each other to clean off and dry. We stood there for a few moments, closely embracing, skin on skin, just listening to each other's heartbeat and breath. That was the moment I decided to tell Scotty about magic, about the War and Voldemort. I looked up into his soft blue eyes and smiled.

"Scotty… I have to tell you something." I started. "But we better get dressed before because it's kind of a long story."

Scotty's eyes turned curious and he nodded, letting go of me so we could get dressed. After that we sat down in our living room. I was sitting stiffly, my hands folded in my lap. I knew it would destroy me if Scotty rejected me but then I would just need to pick the pieces of myself up and move on. I took a deep breath, deciding to do it like a band aid: rip it off fast to get it out of the way.

"Magic is real." I said and quickly continued to keep Scotty from interrupting. "I'm speaking about wand-waving, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witches and wizards, Scotty. Unicorns, dragons, leprechauns, hell, even merpeople are real."

Scotty blinked and leaned forward, putting a hand on my forehead.

"Have ye caught yerself some virus, lass?" He asked worriedly. "The cold here must be takin' a toll on yer brain."

I softly pulled his hand away.

"I'm perfectly healthy and sane, Scotty. Remember my bag? It's magically extended on the inside. I can even show you some magic if you want."

I pulled my phoenix wand out of my sleeve and pointed it at a book on the coffee table. Waving it in the unforgettable 'swish and flick' motion I intoned the incantation.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The book started hovering about a foot in the air. Scotty's eyes bulged and he waved his hands around the book, trying to find cords or anything that would hold the book up. I ended the spell and waved my wand in a more complicated pattern, easily turning the book into a puppy and back.

"Alright, I believe the magic thing. Why didn't ye tell me sooner?"

There was hurt on Scotty's voice and I hung my head in shame.

"The main reason is a very old law in the magical community. It's called the International Statute of Secrecy of the Wizarding World and was signed by the International Confederation of Wizards in 1662. The second one is that I grew up in an environment that hated anything out of the ordinary. Being a witch and a genius is pretty much out of the ordinary. I grew up thinking of myself as a worthless freak and feared that you would reject me."

Scotty tilted my head back up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Lass… Amy, I wouldn't – couldn't ever reject ye. I love ye."

I swallowed, feeling tears prick at my eyes.

"Really?"

"Really really. From the first moment I saw you on that shuttle with yer black hair and emerald eyes. Ye… enchanted me."

I laughed at the last sentence.

"So… you don't mind that I'm a witch?"

"As long as ye don't turn me into a toad we're fine." Scotty joked.

"Well, I should warn you: I'm the last descendant of several old and rich families. My full title is Lady Amaryllis Lillian Potter, Lady Potter of the Courageous and Honourable House of Potter, Lady Black of the most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and Lady Merlin of Avalon."

I carefully left my title as Mistress of Death out of the equation, afraid that it might drive Scotty away.

"Merlin was real." He deadpanned.

"Yup." I replied, popping the 'p'. "I'm his very great granddaughter and the only one able to allow anyone to set foot on Avalon, an island in the south pacific. I'm going to visit it someday. But…"

"But?"

"I told you that my parents were murdered when I was fifteen months old, right? Well, about fifty years ago a wizard went dark, rising to power and calling himself Lord Voldemort. There are three types of blood-status in the magical community: pureblood, halfblood and muggleborn. Muggle is what we call a non-magical person. A pureblood is a magical person born from magical parents who had both magical parents themselves. That's the usual definition. But there are pureblood supremacists who think that having one muggle in the bloodline makes one 'impure'. A halfblood is a magical person born from one pureblood and one muggle or muggleborn. And a muggleborn is the first magical person in a family. Anyway. Voldemort thought purebloods to be superior to everyone else. He said that humanity should be ruled by pureblooded wizards. Many old pureblood lines followed that. Muggles and muggleborns were no more than filthy animals in their eyes." I explained. "Ironically enough Voldemort himself was halfblood. His father was a muggle and his mother a pureblood witch. My father came from one of the few old lines that didn't follow Voldemort, causing them to be called 'blood traitors'. At Hogwarts – the magical school he went to – he met three boys who would become his best friends: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. And he met a talented young muggleborn by the name of Lily Evans – my mother. They got married right out of school and joined the fight against Voldemort. They faced him three times before I was born. Then a prophecy was made around the time of my birth."

I took a deep breath before reciting the words that had destroyed my life and burned themselves into my memory.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

I paused for a moment.

"Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the 'Light side' helped my parents to hide. They used a spell called the Fidelius Charm. It hides a secret in a living person, the so-called Secret-Keeper. My parents wanted to make Sirius who was my dad's best friend and my godfather Secret-Keeper but he denied on the grounds that he was the obvious choice. Instead they made Peter their Secret-Keeper. Peter was weak, nobody would expect him to be the Secret-Keeper while Sirius pretended to be the one. That way he wouldn't be able to give our location away, even under torture. But Peter was a traitor. He told Voldemort where we were and on Halloween night after I turned one he came to our house."

I swallowed around the lump forming in my throat and got aware that Scotty was tightly holding my hand.

"Tell it in yer own time, lass." He said softly.

I took another deep breath.

"My dad told mum to get me and flee while he held him off. If dad had his wand with him he could have held him off but… he didn't have it. Voldemort killed dad and went upstairs to the nursery where mum had tried to block the door. She stood in front of me, refusing to step aside. He would have spared her but she begged him to take her instead of me. So he killed mum too. Then he turned his wand on me. What he didn't know was that my mum's sacrifice had cast a powerful and ancient spell over me. So when he tied to kill me with the death curse it rebounded on him, leaving him to flee the house as a wraith. He had split his soul to seven pieces to become immortal and that backfired on him now. I was sent to live with my aunt and her family. Like I told you they hate everything out of the ordinary. My childhood there was… unpleasant. At eleven I came to Hogwarts, found friends and felt… at home. My potions teacher, Snape, always found excuses to punish me because he had wanted my mother and to him I was the embodiment of what he was denied when my mother married my father. Anyway. All you need to know about my school years is that I never got a peaceful year, my life was in danger at least once every year, the magical press went from worshipping me to pulling me through the dirt to worshipping me again to proclaim me the Undesirable No. 1 to eventually worship me again. I got manipulated, framed, lied about. My godfather was killed, Dumbledore was killed. The year that should have been my last year of schooling was – at least to me – a very Guerrilla-like war that ended in the Final Battle at Hogwarts. Most of the fighters from our side were only seventeen and many died. Then I faced him for the last time after I had destroyed his soul pieces. In the end… he died. And I lived. People expected me to be married to some pureblood heir and have my first child by the time I was nineteen."

"So ye joined Starfleet as a huge 'in your face'!" Scotty laughed.

I laughed.

"That was not the only reason. I told you, I'm a genius. I needed something to occupy my mind with and I have always loved complicated machines. And I wanted to escape the hero worship."

"Who'd have thought my lass was a hero." Scotty smiled and kissed me again.

That evening we were lying on our stomachs in bed cuddling.

"Could ye read ta me, lass?" Scotty asked suddenly.

I eyed him in surprise.

"Why?"

"'Cause ye got the most beautiful voice I know."

I smiled and kissed Scotty.

"What should I read? Or can I sing too?"

"Do whatever ye want, lass, as long as I can hear yer voice."

I took a deep breath, cleared my throat and wetted my lips before I started to sing a song that was partly Gaelic and partly English.

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dtí tú mo mhuirnín slán

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dtí tú mo mhuirnín slán

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And round the world I'll beg for bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dtí tú mo mhuirnín slán

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dtí tú mo mhuirnín slán

I looked over at Scotty who had closed his eyes in bliss and opened them again, looking at me.

"Didn't know ye could pronounce Gaelic, lass."

"I speak it fluently." I replied. "My transfiguration teacher is Scottish. I had nothing to do over Christmas break so I asked her if she could teach me. You should have seen her face when I started handing in assignments in Gaelic. And my charms teacher Professor Flitwick burst out laughing and told me I should have been an eagle, not a lion, after Professor McGonagall told him how fast I had learned it."

"Eagle? Lion?"

"Oh, yes, you see, upon arrival at Hogwarts the new students get sorted into one of the four houses. They are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, each one after one of the four founders of Hogwarts." I explained, snuggling into Scotty's side. "Gryffindor for the brave, Hufflepuff for the loyal and hard working, Ravenclaw for the smart and Slytherin for the cunning. The students of the houses are often called with the animal on the crest of their house. Gryffindor is a lion, Hufflepuff a badger, Ravenclaw an eagle and Slytherin a snake. You wouldn't believe the rivalries between the houses."

I shook my head, remembering more than one wrestling match between Gryffindors and Slytherins.

"You need to understand that I was the 'Golden Girl', the epitome of Light, so when I came into Gryffindor it wasn't a big surprise for anyone. But the Slytherins – most of them are pureblood, by the way – are kind of the mortal enemies of Gryffindor. So of course about the entire house Slytherin hated me. That many of them were children of Voldemort's followers – the Death Eaters – only fanned the fire."

Scotty pulled me closer to him and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"It's in the past, lass." He told me. "Here and now ye're a Starfleet officer, a brilliant engineer and most importantly ye make yer own decisions."

"Scotty…" I hesitated. Did I really want to tell Scotty about the bond? That it would kill me if it was rejected?

"Yes?"

I took a calming breath.

"Back during our first time my magic… responded to my feelings and… bound me to you." I confessed, waving my hand to reveal the bond of what looked like swirling gold dust but was really pure magic coming from the centre of my chest and going halfway to Scotty's.

Scotty blinked and reached out to touch the golden mist. It swirled around his hand, as if greeting him.

"At the moment the bond is one-sided. You can embrace or reject it." I explained. "If you embrace it we will have a mental and emotional connection. We would be able to feel if the other is in distress, pain panic, or happiness. Over time we could maybe even communicate telepathically. But it wouldn't flood our minds unless we concentrate on it."

I left the other possibility out of my explanation so Scotty wouldn't feel like he had to accept the bond. He was still watching the magic swirl around his hand with fascination.

"How…" He cleared his throat and I understood.

"Speak after me." I instructed. "I, Montgomery Christopher Jorgensen Scott"

"I, Montgomery Christopher Jorgensen Scott"

"hereby accept to be bonded"

"hereby accept to be bonded"

"to Amaryllis Lillian Potter"

"to Amaryllis Lillian Potter"

"in heart, mind, and soul"

"in heart, mind and soul"

"until the end of eternity."

"until the end of eternity."

I could hear the slightly nervous tone in Scotty's voice as he repeated the last words. I cleared my throat.

"I, Amaryllis Lillian Potter, hereby accept to be bonded to Montgomery Christopher Jorgensen Scott in heart, mind, and soul until the end of eternity."

The bond stretched and connected with the centre of Scotty's chest. Immediately I could feel the connection in the back of my mind, Scotty's fascination, love, nervousness. I looked at Scotty who blinked.

"I can really feel it." He said astonished.

"Over time the connection will grow stronger and we will be able to communicate with each other over the bond."

Scotty took a deep breath and smiled at me.

"I'm yours." I whispered.

"Lass?"

"Hmm?"

"What would have happened if I rejected the bond?"

"The backlash of the magic retreating would have killed me. I didn't want you to feel like you had to accept it."

The golden swirl slowly faded but the connection was still there. Scotty wrapped his arms around me and rolled over so I was lying on top of him. One of his hands was slowly carding through my long black hair, the other was rubbing small circles on my lower back.

"Lass, I…" He hesitated and jumped out of bed, walking over to the drawer and rummaging through it.

With a triumphant shout he came back and pulled me into a standing position, before going down on one knee.

"Amy, ye're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Ye're intelligent, strong, and funny. Yer eyes outshine all the stars out there." He opened the small velvet box he had retrieved from the drawer to reveal a gold ring with a diamond. "An mbeidhtú ag pósadh liom?" (1)

I blinked tears away.

"Is ea." (2) I whispered.

Scotty slipped the ring onto my left ring finger and kissed my hand before standing up and pulling me into a loving embrace. I didn't care that we were in only our sleepwear. We kissed again and slipped back into bed together. I felt so save in Scotty's arms, as if nothing could harm me. Right before I fell asleep I remembered that Scotty hadn't seen my scars from the War and Vernon's beatings yet because I always concealed them with glamours. With my last conscious thought I dropped them, knowing that Scotty wouldn't see the scars until we woke up.

I woke up to Scotty's rough, calloused fingers gingerly tracing some of my scars. I blinked and looked at my lover.

"Where did those come from?"

"From the War, from my uncle's beatings, from whatever trouble I got into every year." I replied. "I had them concealed by glamour charms. I thought that now I came clean about magic and we're engaged and all I could show them to you."

"Yer... uncle's beatings?" There was anger in Scotty's voice.

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Okay, but if ye need someone to talk to..."

"Thank you."

I cuddled closer to him and took a deep breath of his scent that was a mixture of machine oil and manly musk.

"Come on, lass, we need to get up." Scotty said and I groaned.

It was just so comfortable to lie curled up next to him with his warm embrace around me! Nevertheless we got out of bed and dressed. I went back to the shuttle, working on the transporters.

That was how the next weeks and months passed with Scotty and me working on broken things to pass the time. Every now and then I would give him and Keenser small demonstrations of my magic. I contacted Ron, Hermione and Andy with the charmed mirrors we had made to keep in touch and told them that I was engaged. One time when I had just showed Scotty and Keenser my patronus I mentioned animagi and that I had the ability to turn into three different animals: a griffin, a raven and a black cat.

"I can prove it." I said and shifted into my griffin form.

My body was that of a strong pitch black lioness with shining black wings that had a slight green shimmer on the feathers and an eagle's head with feathers that had the same colour as the ones on my wings. My eyes were as green as always and a small white mark on my forehead showed my lightning-bolt scar. I was about as big as an average earth horse. Scotty stared and took a small step towards me.

"I'm still myself." I told him through our connection that had grown strong enough for articulated communication.

My tail twitched and I walked closer to him, my paws making no sounds. I ruffled my wings ever-so-slightly and cocked my head at him. He smiled and hesitantly patted the side of my feathered neck, right above the border were feathers went on to fur.

"Ye're beautiful." He said softly.

I kneeled down.

"You want to go flying a round?" I asked. "Climb up. Just don't pull out any feathers, please."

Scotty blinked before slowly getting on my back and slinging his arms around my neck. I calmly walked out of our outpost and then took off in a run, spreading my wings. A strong jump and a few quick flaps of my wings had both of us in the air. I enjoyed the feeling of wind on my face and under my wings, flapping them every now and then to keep my height or change direction. After a few minutes Scotty's grip around my neck loosened and he straightened, his hands loosely on the border between feathers and fur.

"Spread your arms. I won't drop you." I said with a mental smile.

A moment of hesitation then I felt Scotty straighten fully and spread his arms.

"Woohooo!" He shouted at the same time as I let out a loud caw.

I started a slow descend in a wide spiral and landed nearly soundless on the snow. I carried Scotty back inside and lied down, allowing him to climb off my back before I shifted back to my human form. Scotty was grinning like a maniac and pulled me close to him.

"Yer amazin', lass." He whispered and kissed my crown.

"You're not so bad." I replied and pecked him on the lips.

It was six months after our arrival on Delta Vega. I was working on yet another machine when I heard one door of the outpost open. I frowned and checked if Scotty had been there but he was still relaxing in the main room of the outpost. A minute later I heard his familiar brogue.

"What?"

There was a pause.

"Ye realise how unacceptable this is?"

I chose to go see who was visiting and walked into the main room. Scotty was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on the table, glaring at two men – an elder Vulcan and a young human. I quickly walked over to them and pecked Scotty on the lips before sitting down on the table. The young man seemed confused while the Vulcan's eyes flitted from Scotty to me and back as if he recognized us.

"Fascinating." He said.

"What?" The young man asked.

"Okay, I'm sure ye're just doin' yer job" Scotty continued. "but could ye not have come a wee bit sooner? Six months we've been here, livin' off Starfleet protein nibs and the promise of a good meal! One cannae live off love and air alone, however delicious that love might be." He added, lightly pinching my hip and I squealed in surprise.

The young man's face turned more confused with every second while the Vulcan just allowed Scotty to rant as he flung said protein nibs in the direction of our visitors.

"And I know exactly what's going on here, okay? Punishment, isn't it? Ongoin'. For somethin' that was clearly an accident."

"You are Montgomery Scott." The Vulcan stated slowly, turning his gaze on me. "And Lady Amaryllis Lillian Potter."

I slipped my phoenix wand out of my sleeve and gripped it tightly. If the Vulcan noticed he didn't say anything.

"You know them?" The young man asked.

"Aye, that's us. Ye're in the right place." Mr. Scott replied. "Unless there're other hardworking, equally starved Starfleet officers around."

"Me." Keenser spoke up.

"Get aff! Shut up!" Scotty shouted. "Ye don't eat anythin'! Ye can eat, like, a bean, and ye're done. I'm talking about food. Real food. But ye're here now, so thank you. Where is it?"

He rose from his seat, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You are, in fact, the Mr. Scott who postulated the theory of transwarp beaming." The Vulcan said evenly.

"That's what I'm talking about." Scotty replied, sitting down on another chair. "How do ye think I wound up here? I had a little debate with my instructor on the issue of relativistic physics and how it pertains to subspace travel. He seemed to think that the range of transportin' something' like a grapefruit was limited to about 100 miles. I told him that I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet in the same system – which is easy, by the way – I could do it with a life-form. So I tested it on Admiral Archer's prize beagle."

He toasted at our guests with one of the metal mugs we had standing around before taking a swig.

"I know that dog. What happened to it?" The young man asked.

"I'll tell ye when it reappears." My fiancé replied, sounding a bit like the twins when they were caught by Mrs. Weasley. "I don't know. I do feel guilty about that."

"What if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct, that it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that is travelling at warp speed?" The Vulcan asked.

"I think if such an equation had been discovered we'd have heard about it. We may be far away from earth but as you seem to know exactly who and what I am you should know that I have my methods of keeping in contact." I interjected.

"The reason you haven't heard of it, Lady Potter, is because Mr. Scott hasn't discovered it yet."

Scotty and I rose from our positions. I made sure to stand close to him.

"…Are ye from the future?" Scotty asked, unconsciously slinging one arm around my waist.

"Yeah, he is." The young man explained gesturing to the Vulcan. "I'm not."

"Well, that's brilliant. Do they still have sandwiches there?"

I shook my head as Scotty asked that, knowing how hungry he really was. After my years with the Dursleys where I had been given just enough food so I wouldn't starve to death I didn't really know what hunger felt like any more. I knew it wasn't healthy but I couldn't get myself to feel hungry.

After our guests who had introduced themselves as Spock (the Vulcan) and James T. Kirk ("Call me Jim.") had explained everything to us we led them to the shuttle I had been working on.

"Well, she's a wee bit dodgy." Scotty explained. "Shield emitters are totally banjaxed, as well as a few other things. On youse go." We walked around the shuttle. "So the Enterprise has had its maiden voyage, has it? She is one well-endowed lady. I'd like to get my hands on her ample nacelles, if ye'll pardon the engineering parlance. – Although there's no one more beautiful than my lass." He added with a glance at me.

I gave him a sweet smile as we boarded the shuttle. Inside Spock sat down, typing something into the transporter controls.

My fiancé leaned against the railings next to him.

"Except, the thing is, even if I believed ye, right, where ye're from, what I've done – which I don't, by the way – ye're still talkin' about beamin' aboard the Enterprise while she's travellin' faster than light without a proper receivin' pad."

He rose and walked around to see Keenser sitting on an iron beam that was part of the transporter pad.

"Get off there! It's not a climbin' frame."

"The notion of transwarp beamin' is like tryin' to hit a bullet with a smaller bullet whilst wearin' a blindfold, ridin' a horse."

He leaned over Spock's shoulder to look at the screen.

"What's that?"

"Your equation for achieving transwarp beaming." Spock explained, before rising from his seat.

Scotty sat down in his place.

"Get out of it." He muttered, staring at the screen. "Imagine that! It never occurred to me to think of space as the thing that was movin'."

I leaned over him and kissed him.

"Well, sometimes one has to think outside the box to solve a problem." I remarked. "It's like turning a worm into a lizard. Instead of concentrating on their similarities and making them bigger I had to remember that they were of two different classes of animals."

I looked at the transporter pad.

"We can only transport two people aboard the Enterprise." I murmured. "I'll stay here and leave my connection open for you."

Scotty turned to me.

"We'll pick ye up when we can, lass." He said softly before standing up. "Aye then, laddie. Live or die. Let's get this over with."

They took their positions on the pad and I stood close to Scotty who wrapped his arms around me.

"Fan sábháilte." I whispered. "Níl mé ag iarraidh a bheith ina baintreach roimh tá méfiúpósta." (3)

He smiled softly and tilted my head up to look into my eyes.

"Beidh mé ag teacht ar aisar do shon. Fan sábháilte. Is breá liom tú." (4)

We kissed and I stepped back, standing next to Spock. Jim leaned on the railings and looked at Spock.

"You know, coming back in time, changing history, that's cheating." He remarked.

"A trick I learned from an old friend." Spock raised his hand in the Vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper."

With that they were beamed away. Almost immediately I felt a rush of panic from Scotty.

ShitshitshitI'mgoingtodiebutmylassiswaitinformeshitshitshit

I gulped, my heart was racing but I squashed it down to send a wave of calm to him. What felt like hours later I felt the sensation of falling and then the echo of pain that he must have been feeling. After that there was a rush of adrenaline as if he was being chased. I only now realised that I had gripped the railing next to me so hard that my knuckles turned white.

"Please be alright and come back to me." I thought before leaving the shuttle.

I went to Scotty's bedroom which we had shared ever since our first night and curled up on the bed that smelled so much like him. I tried to comfort myself, telling myself that he would be alright.

"Whoa, angry Vulcans are scary!" Came a thought from Scotty and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're alright." I thought.

"'Course I am, lass, not gonna leave ye alone rotting on Delta Vega."

I smiled to myself. Not long after that I got the faint buzzing of equations running through his head at lightning speed. After that for a while only tension.

"Scotty, what's going on?"

"Jim and a younger version of Spock beamed onto the enemy ship. We're waitin' for them to call us."

We fell silent and I was still worrying for him. I got a short burst of excitement and pride before there was tension again. Then there was panic, blind panic.

"Scotty!"

There was no response but the connection was still open so he wasn't dead or unconscious. After minutes of agonizing silence I finally heard him calling out.

"Lass! I'm alright! We did it!"

"Thank god!"

"We're limpin' back to earth with the impulse engines 'cause we had to eject the Warp Core to get out of the pull of a black hole." Scotty explained. "When we're near enough to Delta Vega I'm takin' a shuttle to get ye, lass."

"I'll be waiting."

With that I let the connection be and fell asleep, mentally completely exhausted.

Three days later a shuttle landed and Scotty jumped out. I ran up to him and flung myself at him. He easily caught me and whirled me around.

"Ye act as if I'd been gone fer years, lass." He laughed softly.

"It felt like it." I murmured. "When we're back on earth you need to meet my family: The Weasleys, Andromeda Black – she was my godfather's favourite cousin and taught me how to act like a proper pureblood lady, and my godson Teddy."

We loaded our luggage into the shuttle and took our seats, Scotty as the pilot and I right next to him. We flew to the Enterprise and I gaped at the beautiful ship.

"Welcome to the Enterprise." Scotty said as we landed in the shuttle bay.

We got out and were greeted by Jim and a Vulcan who must have been the young Spock.

"Welcome aboard the Enterprise." Jim said with grin. "This is my First Officer Spock. Spock, this is Mr. Scott's fiancée, Amaryllis Lillian Potter."

"Call me Amy." I replied with a smile.

"Well then, Amy, I think the best place for you would be in Engineering with Scotty, huh?"

"Thank you, Captain."

"Go get a red uniform."

I smiled and Scotty led me to a room full of uniforms. I gave the red dress an once-over and grabbed a men's uniform. Scotty shot me a questioning glance.

"Most of the magical world is stuck in the middle ages, Scotty." I explained while changing into the uniform. "And I don't like short dresses. Too revealing for my tastes."

Scotty just smiled and kissed me before leading me down to the engines. We worked alongside each other, our movements like a long-known dance. Because of our connection we knew exactly what the other was doing and could react accordingly. Over the weeks we needed back to earth I became friends with the Communications Officer Lieutenant Nyota Uhura.

When we got back to earth there were two services held: One for the billions of dead Vulcans and one for all the dead cadets and Starfleet officers. The Enterprise was in dire need of repairs so we had a few weeks of shore leave. Just as I was about to leave the celebration of Jim's promotion to captain I was stopped by him.

"Amy!" He called out.

I turned around.

"Yes, Captain?"

"It's still Jim. Amy, what you said to the old Spock, about him knowing what you are…"

"I'm sorry, Jim. That's highly classified." I replied softly. "I can't tell you unless it's absolutely necessary to ensure our survival."

"Does Scotty know?"

"Of course he knows what I am. We're engaged. Spouses are one of the exceptions. If you'll excuse me now, Captain, I have to be in England in six hours."

With that I walked out of the HQ and met up with Scotty. We had both been promoted to Lieutenant Commander. He smiled at me and offered me his arm.

"Shall we, m'lady?" He asked.

"Always." I replied, hooking my arm around his.

We walked in the direction of my San Francisco apartment.

"Lass?"

"Hmm?"

"How are we goin' to go to England?"

"You'll see."

I led him up into my apartment and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a simple grey t-shirt. I took a silver tin from the mantelpiece and opened it. Taking a bit of floo powder out I put the tin back on its place.

"Okay Scotty, hold on tight and try not to breathe too deeply. This is going to be nauseating and confusing but it's one of the fastest ways of travel I know." I explained.

Scotty slung his arms around me and I turned to the fireplace, throwing the floo powder into the fire.

"The Burrow!" I called out and dived into the fire.

So, first chapter down. I hope you liked it. Please review!

Translations:

(1) Will you marry me?

(2) Yes.

(3) Stay safe. I don't want to be a widow before I'm even married.

(4) I'll come back for you. Stay safe. I love you.