A five year old Harry Potter stared in wonder at the hologram's image of the U.S.S Bradbury as it takes flight in its maiden voyage. The old women Aunt Petunia had left him with for the day had it on the projector and Harry couldn't find it in himself to look away. The ship was beautiful, he thought in his young mind.

Now, Harry was always a smart boy, even at the tender age of five. And it was in this very moment that changed everything for him. Harry began to study all the time. He would sneak away during recess at school and read science books in library, and physics during lunch.

Harry never gained much attention in school, so for the first couple of months no one noticed his new activity. But after his grades started to skyrocket (much to the horror of the Dursley's, but Harry didn't care), Harry began to receive special lessons from his teachers.

By the age of seven, he was taking grade six level classes. The Dursley's were not happy that he was showing up their precious Dudders in everything; however there was nothing they could do. If they refused, it would look too suspicious. That didn't stop them from tormenting Harry when no one could see.

By age eight, it was determined he was in fact a genius. After the headmaster of the school came to Privet Drive to tell Harry, he was locked in the cupboard for the first time since he was six.

By age nine, he was accepted into an all-inclusive private school for the most intelligent in the world. The Dursely's were overjoyed that the boy would be gone and they didn't even have to pay for it.

By age eleven, he was all ready to go to college.

The day the fateful Hogwarts letter came, it had been a relatively normal day. Harry had been sitting in his room at the Dursley's (only really used a few weeks through year when he was not at school) reading through various school ratings, books, pamphlets and the like. He had gotten scholarships to MIT, Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Princeton, Stanford, and every other school that was at his level. Harry knew that after he got degrees in varying levels of physics and computer sciences he would apply to Starfleet Academy. He had spent the last six years working his butt off so that one day he would be able to be on one of those Starfleet ships.

Since the day he watched his first launch, Harry had been to all of the followings, attended every Starfleet funded program and done everything in his power to be the best. Harry room was filled with books and posters of Starship schematics. He dreamed of becoming a science officer or maybe even a captain. He was only eleven; Harry thought with a grin, he could figure it out later.

That is, until a perfectly ordinary brown barn owl flew through his open window and landed on his shoulder.

Harry froze, shock on his face. After a few moments of sitting perfectly still, he noticed the owl was holding a sort of envelope in his mouth. Gently taking it from the black beak, Harry stared at it curiously. This was not the regular paper Harry was familiar with. Granted, no one really used paper anymore, except for some books and the like. No, this was thicker and smoother. Parchment, he realized. Harry didn't think that had been used in at least three hundred years.

Then why was someone sending him a parchment letter by owl? No way to tell than to read it.

Turns out he was a wizard. Not that it surprised him, he could always d things. Besides studying everything normal, he began training his ability when he was six after he levitated his touchpad to him. Harry learned to move things around, open and lock doors, control wind and fire and so much more.

It was now five years later and Harry was sitting in the dark dining room of Grimmuald Place, textbooks and his touch tablet in front of him. After 3 months in the Wizarding World without any access to his muggle resources, he developed a charm so he could use his technology. He couldn't have been more grateful for that than he was now.

When he learned that he was a wizard, he was excited for the chance to learn more. However, that did not mean he was going to give up his dreams of joining Starfleet. Harry managed to take his college classes while he also was at Hogwarts. He now had doctorate degrees in theoretical and applied physics and computer science. The young genius also became fluent in three Earthen and five alien languages. His reasoning was that you never knew when you might need to talk your way out of situation.

While Harry never hid the fact that he planned to join Starfleet as soon as he was able, no one in the Wizarding World really believed him. They all thought he would follow his father's footsteps and become and Auror, no matter that he was no Gryffindor, but in fact is a studious Ravenclaw who would rather explore the universe instead of protecting a group of sheep.

The sounds of feet padding into the cool room reached Harry's ears. He turned around to see Remus entering the room. The werewolf was wearing the warm flannel pajamas Harry bought for him as a Christmas gift last year.

"You do know that it's August, right Remy?" Harry asked with a smirk.

Remus walked in and kissed the top of the teenagers head as he grabbed the fresh mug of coffee from the table. "What are you studying now?" He asked as he sat down next to him.

Remus Lupin was the only one who truly accepted Harry's choices and his genius. He was also the only person who could hold a conversation with Harry about physics.

Not many people knew this, but Remus did have a degree is theatrical physics. His muggle mother had worked for Starfleet as a professor and encouraged Remus to go to the Academy after his life in the Wizarding World feel apart. For ten years he worked at the London branch of Starfleet in their research department. When Harry found this out, he didn't leave Remus's side for weeks, instead choosing to pester the man to oblivion about all things Starfleet and Physics. After awhile, the two formed a tight bond.

Even with the arrival of Sirius, it didn't end. Sirius, while his official godfather, just couldn't connect with his genius godson who would rather spend his days in the library or in high towers rather than talking about Quiditch and pranking.

"I'm reading the news. Starfleet just announced their plans to build a new starship, set to launch in about six or seven years." Harry showed Remus the article on his pad and the two wondered about what kind of warp core they would be using.

An hour later when the stragglers of the Order began to come down the stairs for breakfast, they were greeted to the sight of Harry leaning against Remus, fully asleep as the man sipped his second mug of coffee and read a research paper on the abilities of various radiations on a pad.

"Was he up all night?"Sirius asked, a hint of jealously in his voice at the comfortableness the two had. He was envious of bond the pair had.

"I believe so." Remus said, his eyes not leaving the electronic pages. "He hasn't told me directly, but I know he has sent in the applications to the Academy."

"I don't see the big deal of this Academy," Sirius stated as he plopped into a seat. "Why doesn't he want to join the Aurors and settle down with a nice girl like James?"

"Do you really think someone with his intelligence could be satisfied with the Aurors? And about the nice girl thing, I think you may be surprised."

"What do you mean? Does he already have a girlfriend?" Sirius asked, completely ignoring the first point.

"What Remus means is that I'm gay, Sirius." Harry murmured as he snuggled into Remus's chest more.

"Oh."

Soon the large Weasley clan spilled into the dining room, talking loudly. Harry gave up on sleep but stayed leaning against Remus. Within fifteen minutes, the peacefulness of a quiet morning was gone, replaced with loud laughter, shuffling around and so many people.

A few hours later, Remus was searching the house for Harry for lunch. He finally found him sitting in a corner of the old Black library, staring in shock at his pad.

"Cub, is everything okay?"He asked, kneeling in front of the sixteen year old.

"I-I-I've been accepted."