A/N: The twenty-ninth and final chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic. This is it, people. Nothing more after this.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures and, of course, Gene Roddenberry (R.I.P.), The Great Bird of the Galaxy. And all other trademarks aren't mine, but just used in the story. Lynn is all mine.

29. The End

Harry felt himself hitting something. He knew that he should probably be feeling pain, but somehow he didn't. As he hit he heard three thuds, followed by a bang. Then he heard what sounded like excited murmuring. Harry now managed to open his eyes. He was lying on his side on something made out of polished wood. Above him he saw the sky.

'Evening,' he thought.

"Harry!" he heard a voice calling. Harry sat up. He saw what he sat on.

'Coffin,' he thought. He looked up at the sight in front of him. 'People. Surprised people. Many surprised people. Many surprised people in black clothes. Castle. People again. Ginny.'

"GINNY!" called Harry, immediately being snapped out of the mind-numb state he had been in. Ginny was running up to him from a large crowd of people. For now Harry didn't care anything more other than the fact that Ginny was running towards him. He got up of the coffin, and started running towards Ginny. He bumped into someone who stood beside the coffin. After what seemed to be an eternity Harry and Ginny reached each other and shared a hard, long hug. Everything Harry felt told him that this was real, and that Ginny really was there with him.

They finally stopped hugging. Ginny's face was drenched in tears, but she was grinning broader than Harry had even seen her do before. Harry was sure he looked about the same to her.

"Hi!" was the only thing Harry could thing of saying.

"Hi!" said Ginny. "Where have you been?"

"The- Um...I'll tell you later... said Harry, again noticing the large crowd. "What's all this?"

"Your memorial service," said Dumbledore, walking up from behind him from the coffins. Harry now noticed that Lynn, Ron and Hermione each sat on a coffin. Their families had ran up to them, Mrs Weasley and Mrs Walsh especially noticeable since they were both crying whilst they scolded Ron and Lynn. Ron and Lynn on the other hand looked like they could've heard nothing better. But now Harry remembered where Dumbledore had walked from.

"Professor Dumbledore, I-" said Harry, but stopped when Dumbledore raised his hand, wearing a big smile.

"No need to apologise, Harry," he said. "I know that at that moment you could not have cared less about bumping into me. Just see to it that it doesn't happen again."

"Yes, Sir," said Harry.

"Now I believe someone else wants to welcome you back home," said Dumbledore, looking behind Harry. Harry didn't even have time to turn around before he received a crushing hug.

"Nice to have you back you little bugger!" said Sirius. He let go of Harry.

"Sirius!" said Harry, catching his breath a bit after the hug. "Missed me that much?"

"You bet I have!" said Sirius, ruffling Harry's hair. "It's hard enough when you're away normally."

"It's great to see you too," said Harry. Suddenly a large shadow fell on Harry, who looked up. It was Hagrid, who was absolutely bawling. "Hi Ha-" Hagrid hugged Harry. The crushing hug Sirius had given Harry was nothing in comparison, as Harry felt like all the blood to his legs had been cut off. Now Hagrid let go. Harry barely remained standing.

"Don't yeh ever do tha' again!" said Hagrid. "Firs' we thought yeh'd been captured, and then tha' yeh died!"

"Well..." said Harry, having a bit of a hard time speaking. "I never meant to make you worried."

"It's great te have yeh back anyway!" said Hagrid.

"Were have you been, anyway?" asked Sirius. Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor, I think it's best we went up to your office," said Harry.

"So do I," said Dumbledore.

Harry, Lynn, Ron and Hermione were flocked up to Dumbledore's office. Their families wanted to join them, but Dumbledore insisted that he needed to talk to Harry and the others first. They told Dumbledore what had happened. It took them some time to finish their story.

"...and then we ended up back here," said Harry. The room fell silent.

"Most interesting," said Dumbledore after about ten seconds. "It is indeed fortunate that you survived the accidental time-apparation. However it is better that you went through such a thing and lived rather than having remained here and suffered the purpose of the cause."

"What did happen, Professor?" said Hermione. "We seem to remember everything up to a certain point, but just about before the time travel we don't remember anything."

"What do you remember?" said Dumbledore.

"Well...I think we were in Hogsmeade," said Ron.

"That's right," said Dumbledore. "Anything more?"

"No," said Ron. "What did happen?"

"There was an attempt at Harry's life," said Dumbledore after a moment's silence. "The perpetrators, three Death Eaters to be precise, used a complex and extremely lethal spell on you. Apparently the ordinary unforgivable curse was not enough for them. However they did not know about the spells tendency to cause time-apparations. After fleeing the scene it didn't take long before they were caught by aurors."

"At least we have that clear for us," said Harry.

"However, there is one more subject matter at hand," said Dumbledore. He looked at the crate which they had brought with them from the future. It had also been carried up to the Dumbledore's office. "I suppose that in that crate you have things from the future with you?"

"Yes, but everything is made of material that exists now," said Lynn. "But I think there's more in that crate than just our things."

"Any idea what that might be?" said Dumbledore.

"I'm sure it's nothing dangerous, but it's something they wanted to keep secret from us. Whatever it is," said Lynn. A tense silence fell over the room.

"I see but one thing to do," said Dumbledore after a few seconds, breaking the silence.

"What, Professor?" said Harry.

"Open the crate, of course," said Dumbledore, the trademark twinkle in his eyes. "From what you have told of these people I am convinced that whatever is in that crate is of no danger to us." He stood up. The students followed his example and followed him as he walked up to the crate. Dumbledore reached for his wand, pointed at the crate, and muttered something that made the lid on the crate pop right off and land softly next to the crate. They started taking out their things. Dumbledore gave Harry a inquisitive look when he took out his sword.

"It's a Katana, a Japanese sword," said Harry. "I trained with it." Harry knew that Dumbledore sensed that he had done more with his sword than just train. And Dumbledore knew that Harry knew this.

"I trust that you know how to handle it responsibly?" said Dumbledore, looking genuinely concerned.

"I do, Professor," said Harry. He took out his other things and tucked them under his right arm, holding the sheathed Katana in his left hand. Everyone else took out their things also.

"But I wonder were the rest is...?" said Lynn.

"There's something written here," said Harry, pointing to the lid. Dumbledore took up the lid and read the text on the inside of it.

"'Look closely on the bottom of the crate'. I assume they mean the little wooden peg in one of the corners..." said Dumbledore.

"Wooden peg?" said Lynn. Ron looked down into the crate.

"Found it," he said. A little, square, wooden peg was in one of the crates corners. He pushed it and a click was heard as a handle popped up on the middle of the bottom. Ron grabbed hold of the handle and opened the bottom, which also was a lid. Under the lid lay four neatly packaged Starfleet uniforms. Two was red in division-colour, one yellow and one blue. The students all grinned broadly. Upon the uniforms lay a note that said...

"This is to show our gratitude that we were able to have you as our guests. I think you can figure the colour out yourselves. All of you would've made fine Starfleet officers'. Signed Jean-Luc Picard" read Lynn. She gave everyone their uniform. She and Harry got the two red uniforms, Ron the yellow one and Hermione the blue one.

"Lynn...?" said Hermione.

"Yeah?" said Lynn.

"There's something more here..." said Hermione. Under the uniforms lay a large silver plaque with a Starfleet logo at the top, followed by large letters that read 'U.S.S. Enterprise', some rows of the, four columns of names, and at the very bottom it read "...to boldly go where no one has gone before." Next to the plaque lay a framed photograph. It was of Lynn and Wesley on their wedding day. Lynn showed an even wider grin than before.

"What's that big silver plaque?" said Ron.

"That's a replica of the Enterprise's dedication plaque," said Lynn. "It's installed on a starships bridge when the ship is launched." She looked at Dumbledore. "Professor, could I give the plaque to my family for them to take home?" Dumbledore nodded.

"I will see to it that they receive it," he said, smiling. "Now I'm sure that you're families want to see you again. See you tomorrow at breakfast." The students started walking out of the room. But Harry didn't move, indicating to Ron that they should go out before him. They went out and closed the door. "Yes, Harry?"

"There's one thing left," said Harry. "I was asked to say to you that Guinan says 'Hi'." Dumbledore smiled.

"It's nice to hear that she will still be around in three hundred years time," he said. "Thank you, Harry. Now go before young Ms Weasley come busting trough my door."

"Yes, Sir," said Harry, who smiled and left the room.

When they went to bed late that night, their sudden return having been celebrated by the Gryffindors, Harry and Ron felt a bit unaccustomed to their old beds back at Hogwarts. They were undoubtedly as comfortable as ever, perhaps even more so.

"This feels so weird..." said Ron.

"You mean that there's no hum of an engine?" said Harry.

"Yeah..." said Ron. "That and I had got quite used to having Hermione in the bed with me."

"You had what?!" said Dean and Seamus at once, just entering the room.

"Never mind..." said Ron. Dean and Seamus sat down upon their beds.

"No no no no, are you saying that you and Hermione had your own quarters?" said Dean.

"Yeah, Lynn moved to...some other quarters, and then I could move in with Hermione," said Ron

"So, you slept in the same bed?" said Seamus.

"Yes..." said Ron, getting irritated. There was a few seconds silence.

"So...did the two of you like...? You know often, or-" said Seamus

"Give me break..." said Ron, sounding very tired. He closed the curtains on his four-poster bed.

"Harry, where did you say you four went again?" said Dean.

"I didn't say where we went," said Harry, closing the curtains on his four-poster bed also. Dean scoffed.

"Ha ha, very fun, Harry," he said. "Come on, where did you go? Harry? Hello, Harry?"

As the rest of Hogwarts was sound asleep, Lynn lay awake in the Gryffindor girls dormitory, looking at the framed photograph of Wesley and herself. It was standing on her bedside desk. She just lay there looking at it until she fell asleep.

The following morning Harry got up pretty early. He started getting dressed, when he saw his emerald green clothes from the future. Then he decided to wear those instead. It was after all a bit different from the Slytherin green, so no one would accuse him of being a secret supporter of Slytherin. It really didn't matter though, he was just going to use them now in the morning. He grabbed his Katana and went out into the grounds.

He went to Hagrid's hut and borrowed a few chunks of wood and some sticks of his pile of firewood. He went over to little hilltop about two hundred yards from the lake. The landscape was misty and the sun had risen not all too long ago. He lay down the chunks of wood and the sticks, took out his wand and pointed it to them. Then he muttered a spell that Hermione had taught him once. The spell made the wooden chunks and sticks form into a handful of wooden puppets. He positioned them around him. Then he stood in the middle and prepared to draw his sword.

"Mornin', Harry!" he heard a voice say just as he was about to draw his sword. He took his hand off the sword and turned to the voice's direction. It was Cho Chang.

"Mornin', Cho," said Harry. "What are you doing out here?"

"I like to take morning walks once in a while," said Cho. She looked around at the wooden puppets. "Training?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Hey, could you do me a favour? If I close my eyes, Could you move the puppets around so that I don't see where the are? That way I can adept more at recognising targets."

"Sure. Close your eyes then," said Cho. Harry closed his eyes. Cho took out her wand, and muttered spells to move the puppets.

"So...how's everything with you and Neville?" said Harry. "Last thing I remember from before I left was that the two of you had had a row." It was perfectly normal for Harry to be asking this, since Cho and Neville were a couple. Even though they may seem to be all too different, they actually where quite alike. Except Cho wasn't nearly as clumsy and forgetful as Neville.

"It's fine now," she said, then muttering another spell to move one of the puppets. "We cleared it up pretty quickly. You know, he was pretty shocked when the four of you disappeared. I guess we all were." Another spell. "Done."

"Okay. You better stand back, though," said Harry. Cho stepped back a few yards. Harry opened his eyes. Before Cho really could see what had happened, he had drawn his sword and cut two of the puppets in two with diagonal cuts. He then quickly chopped of the head of one and then the right arm and left leg on another. The remaining puppet he cut an arm off and then speared it. He but back his sword in it's sheath.

"Nice," said Cho. "Looks like you've had a lot of practice."

"Yes," said Harry, a bit of a dark tone in his voice. "Yes, I have." Cho looked concerned.

"Harry, are you alright?" she said. She paused for a moment. "What have you used that sword for really?"

"Two things: training and self defence," he said.

"Who attacked you?" said Cho.

"Death Eaters..." said Harry. Then he seemed to cheer up a bit. "But all that is over now. Just had to hone my skills a bit." He started picking up the remains of the wooden puppets. Cho still looked a bit concerned. Harry had some problems picking up the wood, since it now were in many more pieces than before. He managed to drop a log on his foot, making him hop up and down with the aching foot in the air. Cho smiled.

"Do you want a hand with that?" she said.

"Yeah, thanks..." said Harry, still in pain.

After they had carried the logs back to outside Hagrid's hut, Harry and Cho made their way back up to the school. At the staircases they split up, Cho going to eat and Harry going up to change his clothes and return his sword. He climbed the first set of stairs halfway when he heard a voice.

"Early bird today, Potter?" said the voice. Harry looked up the staircase. At the top Draco Malfoy stood, leaned against a stone pillar. He had a smile on his face, but not the old superior, smug, irritating smile had worn previous to his fifth year. No, this was more of a heartfelt and friendly smile. Harry chuckled at the thought that If he had seen Draco wearing that smile just two years ago he would've expected him to hex him at any moment. Harry smiled.

"How you doing there, Malfoy?" he said.

"Can't complain," said Draco in a normal tone, not using his old drawling form of speech. "Nice clothes by the way. Heard you had quite the trip. Something about time-apparations...?"

"Something like that," said Harry as he was reaching the top of the stairs. Draco eyed his sheathed sword.

"Brought back some souvenirs I see," he said. "A Katana if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yup, that's right," said Harry. He started walking towards Gryffindor tower, Draco following him. "Anything happened while I was away?"

"Yeah. A lot of stuff has happened..." said Draco darkly. "They say my dear father have been used muggles and muggleborns to train his new Death Eaters." Harry clearly heard the intense loathing Draco put into his words when he mentioned his father.

"Bet he's on his merry way to try in bringing back Voldemort," said Harry equally as dark. "And anything here at school?"

"Well, Snape had a nice little accident in potions, and for the moment he's got hair changing in all colours," said Draco, trying to change the subject to a more cheerful one. "Last time I saw him it was shock pink. There's a pool running which colours it will be today." Harry chuckled.

"He hasn't used a potion to neutralise it?" he said.

"Apparently since it's not that serious, there's no antidote," said Draco. "Even Finite Intancatem won't work. It's gonna wear off on Tuesday, though."

"Okay, so I guess that just leaves one question then," said Harry.

"What?" said Draco.

"What's it cost to be in on the pool?" said Harry, grinning. The next day Harry won the pool on Snape's hair colour of the day, having picked turquoise blue.

The days went by. Soon they were into June, busy with preparing for their end of the year exams. One Saturday afternoon Harry and Ginny where out walking around the lake. From a distance they saw someone standing on the shore. As they came closer they saw that it was Lynn. Harry and Ginny exchanged glances. They move closer to her. As they came closer they saw that she was looking out onto the lake, an expression resembling apathy upon her face. They walked up to her. She didn't seem to notice them at all.

"Lynn?" said Harry, and Lynn seemed to snap back to reality. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine..." said Lynn.

"You miss him, don't you?" said Ginny. Harry had told Ginny everything about their trip to the future, and Ginny had not to discuss it with anyone else but with either Harry, Lynn, Ron and Hermione.

"Yeah, a lot," said Lynn, and sighed heavily. They stood there for a few seconds. Harry wanted to comfort Lynn, but didn't know what to say.

"Harry, begin going back," said Ginny. They exchanged glances.

"Sure," said Harry, having understood exactly what Ginny had meant. He began going up to the castle.

"If I were a grown up, perhaps even a psychologist, I'd tell to you to forget him," said Ginny once Harry was out of earshot.

"You would, huh?" said Lynn, still looking out onto the lake.

"There's just one thing," said Ginny. "It's all just bullshit!" Lynn were taken back a bit by this, and moved to face Ginny.

"'Bullshit'?" said Lynn, surprised.

"Uhuh!" said Ginny. "How in the bloody blazes could you forget someone you got married to! You're distraught and heartbroken, you don't feel like there is anything more worth living for and might just lie down and die. Am I right?" Lynn nodded.

"That's how you felt when we disappeared," said Lynn. "When you thought Harry was dead?"

"Yes," said Ginny. She paused for a few moments. "But you know what? You're a lot better of than I was."

"Better of?!" said Lynn.

"You know that he'll be okay, that he'll live on to have a happy life," said Ginny. "I thought my greatest love had died, never to come back. You gotta admit that I have you beat." To Lynn's surprise Ginny was smiling. So Lynn couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, you've got your point across," she said.

"Would that be the point about you should stop sulking and get back to your life?" said Ginny.

"Yes," said Lynn.

"Good," said Ginny. They both grinned.

"Come on, let's get back up to the school, it's dinner soon," said Lynn. They started walking back up the school.

It was a sunny day in London. Lynn Walsh was walking in Hyde Park, seeking refuge from the city. She was wearing a burgundy top and a pair of black shorts, and she was carrying a few bags with with some CDs, DVDs and a few books. Around in the park there were lots of people, but since the park was so big and the people were so spread out in it, Lynn wasn't bothered. The sun on the other hand was bothering her a bit, and she wiped off her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. She spotted a nearby tree, an oak, and went over to it and sat down, leaned against the trunk. Here in the shade it was much cooler. Lynn put down her bags next to her.

She saw three girls in school uniforms go past her on the path she had just been walking on. The girls were talking about something, giggling now and then. They didn't look to be older than fifteen. Lynn smiled. It seemed like so long ago that she also had been just a little school girl, not having a care in the world except studying.

It had been almost two years since she'd graduated from Hogwarts, and it was around that time that Harry had barely been able to defeat Voldemort once and for all. Amazingly enough Harry had survived. Wizards and muggles was again safe and could walk around in a park without having to worry about being killed.

Lynn closed her eyes. She felt like resting here for while. She heard the people around in the park, children playing, dogs barking and foots walking on the nearby path. She heard someone walk off the path. It seemed that someone was walking toward the tree were she was sitting. Normally she would've opened her eyes, but somehow she felt that it wasn't necessary. She heard that the person sat down at the tree, about three feet from her. No one said anything for a few moments.

"So, how's that dedication plaque look on your living room wall?" said the person who had sat down. Lynn's eyes opened instantly, and she spun around towards the person. Her jaw dropped. Before her sat a grinning Wesley Crusher. He was wearing a T-shirt and some jeans, a pair of trainers on his feet. "Hi!" Lynn closed her mouth. Then opened it again, only to close it once again.

"Wh...wha...what are you doing here?!" she finally managed after about fifteen seconds.

"Sitting with you under a tree in Hyde Park," said Wesley.

"But how did you- When did you-" said Lynn, not really sure what to say.

"It's a long story," said Wesley.

"So you're...you know, real...?" said Lynn. "I mean, I'm not going insane, right?"

"I'm real," said Wesley. "I guess this a bit of shock for y- Woah!" Lynn threw herself upon him, giving him a crushing hug.

"I-I-I've...I-" said Lynn, when she finally broke the hug.

"I've missed you too," said Wesley. Lynn really was at a loss for words. Then she showed a huge grin.

"Hungry?" she said.

"Starving," said Wesley.

"Come on, I know a place that's got great pizzas," said Lynn, and grabbed her bags. They stood up and began walking on the path. "Just one thing."

"Yeah?" said Wesley.

"Are you here to stay?" said Lynn.

"Yes, I'm here to stay," said Wesley.

"Good," said Lynn. "My family's been dying to meet my husband."

"I've been looking forward to meeting them," said Wesley, grinning. They held hands and walked towards the exit.

THE END

A/N: Well, that's it! Before I go in deep on my thoughts about this fic in the next chapter, I'm going to concentrate on this chapter.

The ending scene with Lynn walking in Hyde Park is something I didn't plan all along. The idea came to me a few weeks ago, and at that time they met on a street. Some how it felt appropriate to let them meet in Hyde park instead. I went to London last year with school and on the first day we went to Hyde Park. Even though I was dreadfully tired (drinking a lot of Coca Cola the night before flying = bad) I still got a good impression of the park, thinking it was really nice. Plus this park is HUGE. I mean, we have park's in Stockholm, but nothing that comes close to Hyde Park's size!

And the pizza-place than Lynn mentions is a place I ate at when I was in London called The Deep Pan Pizza Company (or something like that). I swear, to this day I haven't had another pizza that was as good as they were there.

Review comments:

Coolone007 – That's alright. I know the feeling about updating, haven't done it myself with for ages with some of my other fics.

U121 – Oh, these are the sort of review that a fanfic writer lives for! I guess we're sorta biased, since he IS my cousin, but what the hell! He commends me on capturing certain nuances in both the worlds and the characters from Harry Potter and TNG. And he also that you sometimes see some of Dumbledore in Picard. I don't really know about that, I didn't think about it that way when I wrote it, but I suppose that he's right.

C1ofUnknown – Thank you. Hurry up and finish reading it! ^_

This feels so sad, the above are probably the last review comments I will ever write for this fic :(

Now, remember to read my thoughts about the fic, just click over to the next chapter,

Emher

PS. Yes, the warning still stands: don't tell me anything about the 5th book. I have actually started to read it now, though. DS.