Author's Note: This is a crossover of Harry Potter and Star Trek: The Next Generation, with a little bit of Star Trek: Voyager. This story is basically fun and lighthearted and meaningless, so caveat lector. Basically, Ron, Wesley Crusher, and q (Q's son from Voyager) vie for Hermione's affections. Disclaimer: apologies to J. K. Rowling and Gene Roddenberry, and any elements of parody are intended lovingly.

Chapter One: Time Turners and Temporal Abnormalities

It was a quiet day on the Enterprise, which unnerved Captain Jean-Luc Picard ever so slightly. He was reading a Dixon Hill novel, sipping Earl Gray tea, trying to relax, but there was just something wrong about -- well -- everything going right. For once. Fortunately for the captain's nerves, the situation shortly realigned itself to Enterprise norms. A voice sounded from Picard's combadge. "Captain," said Commander Riker, "we just encountered a massive temporal abnormality and... well, I think you should come to the bridge."

"I'm on my way. Picard out!" Picard hurried eagerly from his ready room, only to be disappointed by three teenagers cluttering up his bridge. One, a bushy-haired girl, was holding a necklace shaped like an old-fashioned Earth hourglass. Another, a boy with black hair, had a strange stick-like object pointed at Worf, who was ready to respond with his phaser and a full security team. A second boy, red-haired, was simply gawking, though Picard noticed that this boy and the girl also carried those odd sticks.

"I'm sorry for intruding," said the girl, sounding flustered. "I didn't mean to come so far into the future... at least I think this is the future. We were experimenting."

Counselor Troi stepped forward. "What year did you come from?"

"1996."

Data chimed in, "Then you are correct. According to your perception, this is the future -- the twenty-fourth century, to be exact."

Hermione blinked at the android, but didn't comment. Instead she introduced herself calmly. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

"I'm Wesley Crusher!" said Wesley enthusiatically, swiveling around in his seat. "How did you get here? Are you Travellers? Are you Q's? Captain, are we breaking the Prime Directive? What are those objects you're holding? Are they phasers? Are they tricorders? Maybe they're communicators!"

"Eyes on your screen, Ensign," reprimanded Riker. Wesley sighed and turned around.

"They're wands," said Hermione. Picard didn't need Counselor Troi to tell him that the girl was nervous. "This may sound unbelievable, but I am a witch and Harry and Ron are wizards. We all have magical powers, which we control with our wands."

"Really strong magic powers," added Harry, staring suspiciously at Worf's phaser.

"Our phasers are also strong," said Worf, staring back.

Picard wondered if he would have been better off with a quiet day of Dixon Hill. "Well, that is a remarkable statement -- about the magic, that is, not the phasers," he added in respect to Worf's perplexed expresion. "Miss Granger, perhaps you could explain to us more about your species, your planet, how you came to be here..."

"Species? Planet?" said the boy called Ron. "We're humans, of course. From Earth." He eyed Picard suspiciously. "What, aren't you?"

"I am, but not everyone aboard this ship is. For example, Counselor Troi is half-Betazoid, and Lt. Worf is Klingon."

"I know a half-giant and a girl who's part veela," offered Ron.

"Oh, Ronald, do be quiet," said Hermione.

"That's what people usually tell me," Wesley began, "only they say..."

"Shut up, Wesley!" said Picard, irritated. All these children, on his bridge. It was enough to give a captain a headache. "Number One, you have the bridge. Counselor Troi, please do something -- anything -- about these unexpected visitors. I'll be on Holodeck 3."

Counselor Troi nodded, and sensed a great deal of relief when Picard stepped into the turbolift.

To be continued...