Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K Rowling

Warnings: Slash (malexmale pairings), threesomes, AU, violence, angst, sexual situations, anxiety disorders, badly written accents, etc.

Pairings: Established Spock/Kirk, Sulu/Chekov, Scotty/Uhura, Future Spock/Harry/Kirk

21. Stars

Harry loved the observation deck. It was a quiet place that allowed him to merely sit and think, to take time to just relax. When he stared at the stars thinking of the billions of planets and trillions of lives that could be on them, it seemed to make his own problems seem so small. After all, he was just a speck of dust when it came to the universe. In some ways, being on the Enterprise seemed more adventurous and enchanting than his years at Hogwarts had been.

Touching the glass carefully, Harry continued to watch as the stars flew by and even after spending the last few months on the ship, space still seemed to be able to take his breath away. It was vast and never ending, stretching into eternity. Smiling softly, he murmured, "Ron, Hermione… I wish you guys were here to see this. You wouldn't believe it."

He could imagine them now, so clear in his mind. Ron would probably have his face pressed up against the glass while questioning for the hundredth time why they couldn't just use magic to float among the stars. And Hermione would no doubt be rambling off facts and information about space, how stars and planets are created, the constellations and much more.

"Come on mate! It'll be fun! We can use the bubble charm!"

"Honestly Ronald, that won't work. That charm is meant for underwater use, not space!"

"But I want to go out!"

"You can't! Not unless you want to die, there's no oxygen out there for you to breathe!"

"What's oxygen again?"

Harry chuckled even as his eyes burned a little, his vision becoming watery. Sometimes he wondered about his sanity. Their voices, they were so clear in his mind it was as if they were standing right beside him. Licking his lips, he choked softly, "I miss you guys… I really do."

But despite the pain, the loss and the longing for his deceased friends and family, Harry was finding himself healing he supposed. He was building another family, at least that's what Teddy had pointed out. And perhaps it was true. He enjoyed his time on the Enterprise and if he was honest, since joining the crew he's found himself smiling and laughing more. At least more than he had before when it was just him and Teddy. Perhaps as much as he used to in his early years at Hogwarts.

Resting his forehead against the glass, Harry closed his eyes and breathed. It hurt, twisted in his chest like a festering, infected wound. And Harry was sure that it would forever remain, a twisted scar that could never be erased. But his new life; having Teddy, Jim, Spock, McCoy and the rest around, they made it better. They made the pain lessen and gave him hope for a future where he would no longer be plagued by nightmares and bitter regret.

"They are the stars shining in my sky, guiding me to the place I hope to call home," he whispered. And when he slept that night, Harry was pleased when he didn't dream about his past or the war, but about standing with his friends on the bridge, just watching the stars go by.

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~Seth