Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or Harry Potter. Both belong to their respective creators and I have just used the characters to tell my story. The song Rain which is used both as the motivation of this story and the line break belongs to the band Breaking Benjamin.

Take the photograph

It'll be the last

Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here.

When the Enterprise docked into the Earth base after the terrifying couple of weeks, Dr. Leonard H. McCoy couldn't have been happier. First his best friend, James Kirk, had been brought to trial because a Vulcan lost his temper (Never mind the fact that James had in fact cheated, and the Vulcan's don't feel crap. That's all it is. A load of crap). Then he'd helped said best friend sneak onto the aforementioned ship. What followed the next few days would forever be etched into his memory of the worst time of his life (and he'd been married to Jocelyn once). Between Jim, the destruction of Vulcan, and those Romulan Bastards, Leonard swore that he wasn't going to make it back to Earth (Because of the ship or a heart attack was anyone's guess).

Sighing in relief, Leonard stepped off the transporter. He ignores the flashing lights of camera men and the shouting of reporters trying to get the story. He ignores the way the crew around him is joking and crying and laughing, all at the same time. He ignores it all, because his eyes have caught emerald green ones, and nothing means more to him, than those eyes.

I don't have a past

I just have a chance

Not a family or honest plea remains to say

Leonard can remember the first time he even heard of Harry. It had been two and a half years ago. He'd just gotten full custody of his daughter, his sweet Joanna, after his ex-wife died.

Leonard couldn't believe it. After a messy divorce the previous year, he thought that he would never see his baby every again. His ex-wife had been ruthless when it came to obtaining evidence against him, even going so far as to saying he was a terrible father. It had hurt. A lot more than he had expected, given that he thought he was a fantastic father. Sure sometimes he wasn't home, but it wasn't his fault when they had emergencies come through the door right before he leaves, but when he was home, all his time was spent with his little girl. He even tried to make it to her bed time every night, though he missed most nights, it never stopped him from kissing her forehead when he was finally able to drag his weary body from the hospital.

Now though, his ex-wife was dead, a car crash stealing life from her young body, and he was taking care of his now three year old daughter. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair once more, as he stared at his little girl. Joanna had been brought to him, the day before by a generous neighbor he lived next to back in Georgia. Jo was a beautiful child, with her mother's blonde hair, and his own hazel eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his daughter's small head, as he heard his roommate unlock the door.

"Bones!" Leonard immediately turned to the blonde and held a finger to his lips in an effort to get his blonde roommate from waking his daughter. Normally, nothing could stop James from speaking, but there must have been something that day, weather it be his blood-shot eyes, weary composure or the little girl sleeping on his bed. Whatever it was, James' whole being seemed to dim. He sat down quietly next to the doctor and just looked at the little girl for a few moments. "What happened?" James had asked; face turning back towards the doctor. Leonard scrubbed his hands over his face before replying.

"Jocelyn died in a car crash." He murmured, hand stroking his daughters soft hair. James let out a harsh sigh and then immediately began making plans (It turns out that it isn't uncommon for James to analyze a situation and find a way to fix it in a matter of seconds).

"I'll go talk to Pike for you, see if he can pull some strings. Then I'll go find you an apartment close to the school and hospital. You can't stay here; a dorm isn't the place to have a daughter. I'll move in with Pike, or Gary, so don't worry about me. Maybe I'll even get to keep this room for myself." James tosses a quick grin at his friend who smiles a bit back at him. "You'll need someone to watch your kid, and I actually have just the person." When Leonard looks at him confused, James looks a bit sheepish and continues speaking. "That's actually what I came here to tell you about. See my Mom had this cousin and his name was Sirius. I only got to meet him twice but he was a great guy. Well Sirius has this godson, Harry. I've talked with Harry a lot more than Sirius. Harry was actually a pen pal I met through school when I was like nine. It was kinda a huge shock when we found out that Sirius was related to me. Anyway, we got to talking and at one point, when I ran away from home; I went all the way to England and met him. Bones, Harry is…he's a great kid. He's cute, smart, funny, loyal, and so many other things, but he hasn't had a great life. In a way, Harry's childhood is similar to mine. He's coming here for a fresh start, and it would mean the world to me, if you let him watch your kid. He's a bit afraid of people, and I'm sure Harry will tell you why when he trusts you, but he loves kids, and they love him." James said all this in a bit of a rush, trying to get his point across before Leonard could refuse.

"Do you have a picture of this kid? There's no way he's looking after Jo if he looks like a creeper." He replied, making eye contact with James. The blond just grinned and grabbed a picture out of his dresser and handed it to the doctor. The picture was of two boys. One was obviously James. The other was of a tiny boy. He was pretty short, compared to James, who was only Five foot nine. He had tousled raven colored hair, pale skin, and the most gorgeous colored eyes and it looked as if a strong wind could blow him over. The boy in the picture smiled up at James as the blonde spoke to him, using his hands spiritedly to get his point across.

"That picture was taken about two years ago by a friend of Harry's. She died about six months after." James' voice broke him out of his thoughts and he handed the picture back.

"Alright. He looks like a good kid, I'll let him try. And Jim? Thanks." Leonard whispered, looking back at his little girl.

Authors Note: Hey everyone. First off it has been a really long time since I last posted something, but I am hoping that this will suit everyone's needs and wants. I am hoping for this to be updated bi-monthly but I can't make any promises because I am in the middle of applying for college so that I can become a nurse. When that is not taking up my time, my classmates wipe the floor with my patience. A pre-calculus class of twenty-two and I am one of five girls...it's kind of the worst. Drama and a Medical Explorers class also take up much of my time, but I will try my hardest to remain bi-monthly. I have several more chapters written, but they won't be as long as this one. I am planning more of a flash-fiction piece or a series of interconnected one-shots.

Second: I would like to thank SethMaxwell06-senpai for inspiring this series with her own and looking at this when it was still just a concept.

Thrid: This is un-beated. I don't have one and my best friend who usually looks over my work moved last year and we have grown apart.

Thanks for reading lovlies.

Angel of Tsuki