In the morning, Harry woke up before Jim and shifted back to his human form. He saw that Spock was already up and sitting up against the wall of the cave with his eyes closed. Harry supposed that he was meditating. He walked up to the edge of the cave and looked outside. It had stopped snowing and generally storming last night, but everything was now covered in white. The sun was now shining at its brightest, which was normal for this planet at this would make it a lot easier for the Enterprise to beam them up to their ship.

Hearing a groan, Harry turned around and glanced toward it came from. He could see Jim opening his eyes and stretching. Harry saw Jim turn his gaze toward Spock and Harry could definitely see some affection in that look. Though, when Spock turned his gaze outward to Jim, apparently done meditating, Jim quickly turned his gaze to Harry.

"So, how are you going to fix our comms? I thought that magic didn't work with technology," Jim asked, curiously and there was a hint of excitement there too. He started to stand up, then seemed to remember that he had a broken leg. Harry started to walk over to help when Spock got there first. Spock glanced toward him, too from where he was helping Jim up. Harry eyed Jim in a critical manner. He didn't seem to be in pain, but probably he was one of those guys that tried to keep that to himself.

"Are you going to use magic?" Jim added.

"Well, if one of you could give me a communicator to work with, and yes, I've developed a way to augment technology with my magic," Harry answered.

"Is there a way to have it so that we would be able to see you do that?" Spock asked, curiously, already handing over a busted up comm. Harry took it and examined it. It had been shot through and through; there was no way it would work normally now.

Hmm, maybe there is a way to do that.

"Would either of you object to me using my magic on you?" Harry knew that he had already had used magic to alleviate Jim's pain from his broken leg and Spock knew, but this was entirely another concept. He would have to touch their minds and for most people, that would have been a no-no, especially Vulcans.

Jim and Spock exchanged a look between them.

"No, I certainly do not have any objections," Spock replied. Harry raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'are you sure?'

"I am quite sure, Harry. I am interested in what your magic looks like. The Starfleet professors all thought wizards had died out. I admit to having read the books that were written about you. To be able to study you would be fascinating if you are amenable," Spock replied in an earnest voice. Harry chuckled at that.

"Nope!" Jim asserted. "Spock, you're just excited about having a wizard onboard! You're just a closet nerd!"

"Captain, I am unsure of what the term 'nerd' means, but I have heard from other cadets that it has negative connotations," Spock stated.

"No! Well, I'm sure there are people who use it as an insult, but when I use it, it means that someone has a lot of passion about something in a positive way," Jim replied.

"Okay then. Are you two ready to go back to your ship, because if so, we should go outside. I suspect that it will make it easier to beam you back then," Harry said.

Jim looked taken aback by that. "You mean, you're not coming with us?"

"No, I have a few things to do here," like staying the hell off the radar.

"But, it would be great having you come with us!" Jim exclaimed. "I want to know more about you!" Jim was now wearing a pouting expression, which was rather cute.

Harry smiled and glanced at Spock and the Vulcan looked at him and they shared a annoyedbut fond glance. I suppose I could hop a ride. I do have something I want to check in my apartment back on Earth.

"Alright, I'll come," Harry said and smiled when Jim gave whoop of elation.

The three of them cautiously walked outside of the cave. Both Harry and Spock were supporting Jim, since the ground was covered with snow and rather difficult. Once they had made it a sufficient distance from the cave, they stopped. By unspoken agreement, they had walked over to a spot that had the least amount of snow. When they stopped, Harry pulled out the communicator.

"Ready?" Harry asked the two of them. "However, I don't think you two will feel anything when I do this."

"Yep!" Jim announced.

"Indeed, I am," Spock added.

Harry reached out with his magic and left just a little tiny bit of magic in both of their minds, not even touching their thoughts and feelings. The little clump of magic would stay in both Jim and Spock's minds for however long he wanted it to or they wanted it. Once he was done, he pulled out.

"Okay, I'm about to add some magical fix-it to the comm," he glanced at Jim and Spock, who were both looking very excited, though Spock was just looking intently at the comm and him.

Once he had pulled out the comm, he again extended his magic to the internal parts of the comm. He didn't use his magical sight for this; he knew what parts he had to jumpstart. After about a minute of his magic looping through the communicator, the comm was definitely fixed. However, it still had the gaping hole in it, but it was working nonetheless. Harry wordlessly handed it back to Jim, who looked amazed. Spock looked awed, or as awed as a Vulcan could look.

Harry watched as Jim turned it on and then asked someone called Chekov to beam three aboard the Enterprise.

Being beamed aboard a ship always felt abnormal to Harry. It felt different than apparating, perhaps because when he apparated, his body didn't get torn apart. He had eventually gotten used to apparating, but in the time since warp beaming had become the main mode of transportation, he had never gotten used to it. Sowhen the three of them appeared in the transporter room of the USS Enterprise, he took a couple of steps away from Kirk and Spock and promptly puked up his past dinner.

Once everything was out, he glanced up at Jim and Spock sheepishly.

"Umm, I can clean that up?"

Jim laughed at him and Spock just moved his eyebrows.

"Don't worry about it. We've had plenty of people who are not used to warp beaming," Jim replied while still holding back laughter, though not doing a good job at it.

Harry just pulled out his wand and was about to vanish the mess when someone entered the room.

"Jim, what now? What happened to make you get a broken leg?" the new person said. He had brown hair and was about Harry's height. He also had a medical tricorder in his hand and was approaching the Captain. Harry assumed that this was Dr. McCoy, the ship's doctor.

"Bones, there were extenuating circumstances, but we got kicked out of the diplomatic meetings by another group of the natives violently. I got shot in the leg during it," Jim responded.

"Captain, that is..." Harry saw Spock start to say something then Jim abruptly elbowed him.

"And who is this?" Bones questioned, looking at him curiously.

"This is Harry Potter! He's alive, Bones!" Jim exclaimed.

The doctor's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "Dammit Jim, you can't just throw this on me. I need warning! You know how much I had, well, that's not information that you need to know," McCoy replied, with excitement in his tone. "I am Dr. Leonard McCoy, the head doctor aboard the USS Enterprise."

"You wouldn't happen to be the cause of the message that Uhura and I received last night, would you?"

Harry smiled at that, "It didn't freak you out? It freaks out some people,"

"Nope, onboard the Enterprise, we excel at freaky stuff," McCoy muttered, looking over at Jim and Spock in, what was probably an inside joke.

Harry blushed at McCoy's critical glance at him and quietly muttered the vanishing spell. His mess swiftly disappeared, leaving the transporter room spotless once more. He saw McCoy do a double-take at what he just saw.

"Hi."

In the next week or so, Harry got to know the various crew members onboard the Enterprise. He discovered that everyone knew who he was, which reminded him of his school years at Hogwarts, though he didn't like to remember them. He still had the occasional nightmare about those years. But, it was amusing to hear about his life from more and different perspectives.

Spock had even started to study him, asking him to perform spells in front of him and shift into his animagus form. Though, Harry had asked him if they would be able to do that in private and Spock had agreed to that. He had had the feeling that Spock had understood that request.

The Enterprise had had to make a detour before heading back to Earth for an observation missionon a planet called Nibiru. That had been exciting for him, as Jim had had the Enterprise park on the ocean floor. Further more, Spock had gotten it into his head to stop a volcano from erupting. That had gone over well with Jim, Uhura, and McCoy; Harry had seen the panicked expressions on their faces as they thought that Spock had died.

Finally, after that mission, they reached Harry's first home. Earth.