"As cute as it is to realize that you two are sleeping in the same quarters, we're about to dock on Earth," McCoy stated dryly over the com.

Harry sleepily opened his eyes and started at realizing that he was indeed sleeping in the same bed as Khan was. But it felt good, to have someone in bed with him. He had gone through the years, drifting from planet to planet and hadn't really stayed with anyone. Well, people had offered their beds or bunks to him but those were just a place to stay. He hadn't really been with a person romantically ever since Ginny and all his friends had died in the plague.

"Good morning."

Harry turned over in bed to look into Khan's blue eyes and smiled. "Good morning."

He didn't really remember much of the last night's shift after he had passed out but he did remember that Khan had brought him back to the captain's quarters.

"Is your daughter okay?" Harry asked, after looking around the room. It was quite a big and spacious room with a big, comfortable bed in it.

"She's still in the medbay," Khan replied, pulling Harry in closer to him and right into a kiss. "After McCoy kicked me out, I came to sleep with you."

"Yeah, I can imagine. Most ship doctors are grumpy like that," Harry responded. "Khan, there's something... What was the name of Aislinn's mother?"

Khan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need to know that?"

"You know how I told you that I was the last wizard alive?" Harry asked.

Khan nodded. "You said they died off in a plague. How did you survive?"

Harry sighed. "I'm more of a special case than the other wizards were. There were these three artifacts that made me more or less immortal."

"More or less?"

"I can die," Harry answered idly, curling his fingers around the quilt. "I just don't stay dead. Master of Death is my official job title."

"You can't die." Khan stared at him, his eyes widening.

"No. The disease came to me in the last few months, killed me and then it was gone," Harry explained. "And when I was 'dead', it had disappeared. It couldn't stay in a cold host body so it died, not having anymore wizards to transfer to."

"You saw all of your friends die."

Harry nodded, sighing deeply. Khan reached out an arm to wrap around him. "Yes. But back to my original point here. Your daughter is a witch."

"She's a what?" Khan repeated, narrowing his eyes.

Harry snorted. "No, no, it's not an insult. It's what she is. She can use magic. She has magic. She was born with it."

"Oh..." Khan trailed off. "When..."

Harry saw him connect the dots and growl. "Those mercenaries were after her specifically, weren't they?"

"Yeah, or after me. They weren't too picky," Harry replied, inching closer into Khan's warmth.

"How could she have survived the disease then?" Khan asked. "Her mother and I were together in 1998."

"Wait... 1998?" Harry echoed, sitting up and running a hand through his bed hair. "My friend... Khan, what was Aislinn's mother called?"

"Hermione Granger."

Harry's jaw dropped and his heart clenched in his chest. "Hermione..."

He felt movement on the bed then Khan came to sit in front of him. "Harry? Did you know her?"

"Know her? We were best friends," Harry murmured. "I remember her saying that she and Ron were taking a break. I think that they were actually filing papers for divorce or something during 1997. And then I never saw her again!"

"That's why Aislinn's brown hair and eyes are familiar to me," Harry added, closing his eyes in remembrance of Hermione's bushy brown hair. "If Aislinn had the disease, it must have gotten killed in the cryo tank. Too cold for a disease, I suppose. Even one that eats away at our magic."

"She must have had her reasons for not seeing me anymore," Harry remarked.

"If I remember correctly," Khan started then winced. "I was not like I am today back then. I was more ruthless but still protective of my people, my family. I met her in Sweden. She was a beautiful woman but she was ill when I met her."

"Did you... take care of her?" Harry asked quietly.

Khan stared at him. "Yes, I did. I can promise you that. I take care of my own."

"If my daughter is a witch," Khan started after a few minutes of silence. "Would you teach her?"

"Of course," Harry replied. "I would like to meet the other members of your crew too. If you wouldn't mind. And there's a place where I keep all of the school books and magical artifacts that I kept. I'll need to go retrieve them first."

Khan nodded. "I'll need to get them all out of their cryotubes but yes. They probably will want to meet you too after they see you and I together."

Harry blushed. "So we're a thing, huh?"

Khan gave him a pointed look, one part heated desire and one part possessiveness.

"Okay. I can work with that."

Khan snorted. "I would take this time to learn you and your body but I suspect McCoy is getting annoyed at us for not immediately getting up and to the command deck."

Harry felt his mouth go dry and his heart race. "I am totally down for that. But later, yes."

"Doctor McCoy, did things go according to schedule?" Spock asked, as they landed back on Earth.

Khan was cradling his daughter in his arms and Harry was walking right next to him as they left the small transport ship. Aislinn was asleep, after getting checked out again by McCoy. They had landed the big combat ship right next to the Enterprise and had flown a small transport ship down to where Scotty had said that Jim and Spock were. And that was in San Francisco, where the headquarters of Starfleet.

"I got knocked over the head with something," McCoy grumbled, gesturing for Khan and Harry to follow him.

Spock looked in between the three of them, looking as bewildered as a Vulcan could get. "What exactly does that mean?"

Harry snorted. "It means that the guys that Marcus hired got out of their cells briefly and hit him over the head."

"They got out?"

Harry peered behind Spock to see Jim racing toward them.

"We took them out before they could do any permanent damage," Khan remarked. "They're back in the cells aboard the ship again. Harry, are you coming?"

"Just a minute," Harry said. "I want to talk with Jim and Spock then I'll catch up."

Jim and Spock glanced at him, both raising an eyebrow.

Harry sighed. "Marcus was after Aislinn and I. He wasn't particularly after you or the Enterprise."

"After you and the girl?" Spock repeated. "Why would he be after you two?"

Jim narrowed his eyes. "Does it have anything to do with you being the last wizard?"

Spock turned to look at Jim then back at Harry.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "Also..."

Harry smiled. "I'm not the only wizard in the universe anymore."

Jim's eyes widened. "You mean... the girl?"

"Yep. She's a witch," Harry explained, not willing to mention that she was also Khan's daughter. He suspected that the other man would want that information kept private as long as possible.

"Congratulations," Spock mused.

"That's great news!" Jim exclaimed.

Harry inclined his head in thanks then he blinked when Jim entwined his and Spock's hands. "So is Marcus going on trial?"

"Yeah, in the next few days," Jim replied. "Khan will need to testify, if he's willing."

"I think I could persuade him," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "He wants to get all of his people out of the cryo tubes now that Marcus is dealt with."

"I'll coordinate with McCoy," Spock remarked. "Admiral Pike will also be at the trial as he is getting better."

"That's good to hear," Harry said, rocking back on the heels of his feet. "I'm gonna go catch up with Khan. The prisoners on board the ship that we took over will need to be processed too."

"Starfleet will take care of that," Jim replied. "Go see if Khan needs anything else."

Harry glanced between Jim and Spock, their hands still slightly touching. "Is that code word for something else?"

Jim snorted. "I didn't mean it as anything else. But if you want to, you can certainly understand it as something different."

AN: I think this story is not far from being done. Maybe one more chapter? Possibly two?