Star Dusted

The Weasly were finally at home after one week of vacations. The grass was still wet from the storm of yesterday night. Ron had great stories to tell to Potter. He succeeded to steal a magic swimsuit. You give this to a girl, she wears it and sees it, but nobody else does see it. This was the perfect plan for the beach party they planned with Hermione. Mr. Weasley stopped the magic winnebago beside the house and Ron jump out, calling for Potter. Mrs Weasley told him "Go play with Harry, Ron! The rest of the family and I will go in town to buy us some food for tonight." The magic winnebago took off in the sky, leaving Ron running toward the house. That's when he noticed something weird about the house. All windows were broken and there was sparkling dust laying everywhere outside the house.


"Bloody Hell! Pixies!" tought loud Ron.


Ron rushed inside the house searching for Harry. There were pixies everywhere. Like a big blue cloud of tiny lubric human-like critters. The problem with those pixies is they want to rape anything, as long as it is animated. So, in view to fuck more stuff, they turned out all object in the house into animated furniture. Once animated, this was a good turn on for those pixies. Now they were jumping on each table, chair, toaster and lamps in the houses, trying to seed them. All those unfortunate objects were trying to avoid those tiny vicious blue dicks, but this is a hard task for a TV or a plant pot, even animated. Ron was staring fascinated at the small group raping of his candy box. Pixies are a good example of the most intense raping behavior present in all species. Raping found itself to be a part of the natural instinct of reproduction. The urge to mate found its way there. Of course, it can be quite frustrating when you are raped for nothing. Harry Potter did not like his experience and will surely give no children to Capitan Kirk. However, from Kirk's point of view, it is only practicing the skill "to fuck". Like a cat playing with a toy to practice his hunting skill, when will come the real time to fuck, he will be us to it! "I got to take this shit out of this place!" said Ron. He ran through the house to find Potter, pushing back and knocking the pixies with his hands. "Where is this son of a dead Bitch?" asked Ron. He quickly realized Harry was clearly not there. "I will need some help." Ron thought out loud. He rushed to save the telephone and called for Hermione.


-"Hermione?!" said Ron

-"Yes? Ron, is that you?" answered Hermione at her home.

-"Yes, that's me, and I am in double big shit here! Harry is vanished and my all very house is being currently raped by thousands of pixies! WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO!!!"

-"Just stay calm I'll be right there in few moments."


Ron did not had time to put the phone back in its raping place that Hermione was spawning trough the chimney, using this well known magic trick. "First of all, watch your six and don't move or you'll be raped" said Hermione. Then she stood motionless in the room seeking of her eyes where the pixie King was. When a swarm of pixies is infesting a house, you only have to pick out the one with the biggest dick. All the other pixies will follow him because he is the King. This was a quite easy task to do for Hermione. In less than a minute, she spotted it and casted a mind control on it. "Go toward my house and rape the rock in the cavern nearby!" screamed Hermione. What was remaining of the previously raped windows just bursted into tiny glass shards as the whole swarm of flying blue dicks flew away, guided by the generously membered Pixie King. Ron let out a big sight.


-"That was some hell of a show in there, wasn't Hermione? But why sending them so close to your house? You could have ask them to go outside and try to rape this bloody Voldemor!" asked Ron.

-"I got my reason..." said the clever wizard-girl, hiding a very naughty reason in her head.

-"Now we should seek out for Potter."

-"Right. Maybe he is in some house dependencies. Doesn't your house have a tool shed in the back yard?"

-"Yes" answered Ron.

-"I got the feeling we should seek there" said Hermione."But first, let's fix all those poor raped objects."


Hermione placed herself in the center of the room and threw out a full hand of roses petals. She threw all of those in the air and casted with a swift wand motion a loudly "Virginitia reparum!" and all the traces of the previous giga-object-rape disappeared. Every little thing was back to the normal position but, deep inside them, they remembered...


-"How do you manage to know such spells!" asked Ron, more than amazed.

-"I got my reason..." said the clever wizard-girl, hiding a very naughty reason in her head. "Now let's check out this tool shed"


Once in the tool shed, Hermione stopped. "There is some smell I know in there... but I don't remember what it is." whispered the girl. Ron stopped straight and told Hermione to turn and look away. "Potter's clothes are on the floor! He must be naked!" said Ron. Hermione did not turn away and continued seeking and calling for Harry. That's when the young Weasly found this StarTrek Badge on the floor.


-"Check this out, Hermione" told Ron, presenting the badge.

-"So that what that smell: The Captain Kirk" Let Hermione out.

-"Who is this Kirk?"

-"He is a Captain on an interstellar space ship. He travels through the galaxies to discover new worlds and goes where no man has gone before. He is probably also the one who captured our friend Harry."

-"How do you know this guy" asked Ron.

-"I got my reason..." said the clever wizard-girl, hiding a very naughty reason in her head.

-"So now, how do we get ourselves a way to find his space ship?"

-"We will need a friend of mine. Someone who will be able to steal a shuttle from the enterprise and send it right there. Then we will use the shuttle to return on the ship to retrieve Harry and go back to earth with him."


Hermione walked in the kitchen and picked up the telephone. She dialed a long phone number and then spoke. "I need you again. Come here" She then quickly moved away from the phone, leaving it hang down. Before Ron could ask anything, there was a big flash of white light. Then her friend was standing there, wearing long black clothes to cover him. His face was afflicted by some unknown pain, like if he was the only one for a big task. His hairs were as dark as night. Ron recognizes the man:


-"But, but, but you are..." tried to say Ron

-"Yes young Weasly, that's me, Neo." said the man while making a step forward and taking out his sunglasses.