Harry Potter and the Cosmonaut's Stone

I: The Cat in the Corridor

Captain Vernon Dursley of the Federation science ship Everyman was proud to say that his was the most normal ship in the galaxy. And it was, to be honest; it was the very last place anyone would expect anything odd to occur.

The Captain ran a tight ship; everything was clean and explainable and nothing was out of place. The crew always did as they were told and completed their duties perfectly.

The captain was on the younger side; maybe late twenties or early thirties. He was quite fit and had a stern face with sharp blue eyes and thin gold hair that was slicked back and shiny. Just by his looks, you could tell he was a man who commanded respect and perfection.

His wife, Petunia, was a very beautiful woman who was as smart as she was beautiful. Her dark hair was always scooped back in a tight ponytail to not impede her work as Chief Science Officer. She had bright green eyes and smooth skin that seemed to glow in the artificial light. At seventeen, she had become one of the youngest people to ever make lieutenant; she had been a child genius without the help of genetic resequencing, which was something she always worked into her boasts. It had been her ambition and intelligence that drew Captain Dursley in.

Now, several years after they'd met at the Academy, they had a bouncing baby boy named Dudley, who they believed was perfect in every way.

Everyone believed that the Dursleys were the perfect family- the Dursleys certainly thought they were- but, like any family, they had a secret; a big slimy one that disgusted them more than anything and had prevented Lieutenant Dursley from visiting Earth, where she'd been born and raised, since she had been assigned on her first science ship.

The Potters.

God forbid anyone ever find out about the Potters; freaks they were! The Lieutenant absolutely hated that her sister had decided to marry that filthy Potter boy! The Dursleys never mentioned the Potters or Petunia's sister; no one knew they even existed. All was well.

One day, which would've been either late October or early November on Earth, the Everyman was docked at Starbase 173 for repairs after being damaged in an ion storm. Luckily, there were no casualties and the injuries were minimal. Though many of the ship's systems were down, including transporters and the warp core and other vital systems. They'd be there at least a week and Petunia was anxious to get onto their next assignment, though she did like the fact that all this free time gave her a chance to spend time with one-year-old Dudley.

The little baby boy was throwing a fit over the mushed peas his mother was trying to feed him when Captain Dursley walked into the living area, shoulders square and his four silver pips gleaming on the collar of his uniform.

"Good morning!" he said as walked over to the replicator, retrieved his oatmeal, sausage links, and coffee before sitting down next to his wife and son.

"Good morning, darling!" The woman put the baby food down on the table and wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

Dudley suddenly chucked a bit of mushed peas that had gotten into the corner of his high chair at them; his parents just laughed in adoration of their silly little tyke.

Vernon ruffled the baby's thin hair then  ate his breakfast as quickly as he could, then he stood up saying, "well, I'm off to the races!" before leaving their quarters.

The captain was startled to find a tabby cat sitting across the corridor, looking down at what looked like an old paper document. "Bloody hell?..." he narrowed his eyes at the cat. It had strange markings on its face, almost like glasses. And it was studying the document as if it was reading it. But that was silly; cats couldn't read.