Sorry for the late update. Yesterday was my mother's birthday so I was occupied with that. So yup, sorry. Happy 4th of July! Try not to blow yourselves up!

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, psychological disorders, sexual situations (maybe), badly written accents, etc.

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


29. Secrets

Sometimes Harry wondered what star he was born under that decided to give him such rotten luck. Really he was a simple man with simple needs; wanted nothing more than to spend time with his friends and son, appreciate the second chance magic gave him. But no, someone was watching his life and its chain of misfortune and was most likely laughing their arse off.

"Bloody wankers," he muttered before focusing once more on McCoy. His boss, his friend sat across from him nursing a glass of Romulan ale and staring at his desk as he tried to process what Harry had just told him. And he couldn't really blame the man. When you spend your whole life believing something like magic is just a fairytale and then come to find out it exists, that would throw anyone for a loop. It had for Harry when he first learned of his Wizarding blood.

Of course when he first told McCoy, the CMO looked like he was ready to stab Harry with a hypo and transport him to the nearest insane asylum. Until he performed magic that is, transfiguring his coffee cup into a squirrel then back again. McCoy had jumped up but luckily didn't scream or shout. Harry would rather not have Nurse Chapel in on his secret as well despite that he liked the woman. He just felt the less people knew, the better in the end.

Now they found themselves sitting quietly in McCoy's office as the man drank his ale and muttered to himself, deep in thought. The silence between them was tense and strained so Harry could do nothing but sit wait to see what would happen next. He wanted to trust McCoy, they had known each other for nearly a year and had grown close over their mutual fondness for their children and their exasperation over Jim. Not to mention he was pretty much his confidant when it came to his PTSD. He prayed that the man would understand Harry's wish to keep his magic a secret because he really didn't want to obliviate McCoy. He would if he had to, but it didn't mean he necessarily wanted to.

Tipping his head back to finish the rest of his drink, McCoy slammed his glass firmly onto his desk nearly making Harry jump out of his skin. Brown eyes gazed into green firmly before he murmured, "So magic's real?"

"Yes."

"And you're a wizard from the past, 1997 to be exact."

"That's right."

"And there's a whole society of you guys hidden from the rest of the world?"

"There used to be, but it doesn't seem to be that way anymore. I've checked a few places since coming to this time, but there isn't a trace of the Wizarding world anywhere. Not to mention magic is rather more… wild now than it is in my time. So either the wizards have died out or they're better at hiding and are learning to use their magic wisely."

"Huh," McCoy grunted before running a hand over his face. He quickly questioned, "Have you used your… magic since you've been on the Enterprise?"

"Only when the time called for it like when we were on Cestus-3, then there was my fight with the Gorn and not to mention healing patients. Just enough to help them pull through if they were on the brink," Harry replied. McCoy went quiet as he nodded again holding his glass but not moving to refill it.

Shifting in his seat a little Harry sighed, "I know it's a lot to take in Leonard, but… I really need you to keep this a secret. I'd rather not have anyone know."

"I understand kid, I do… and I won't tell anyone," McCoy promised, "We all have secrets we want to keep hidden and I don't have the right to give yours away. Besides, I like you and your brat. You've done good on this ship and you've done good for Jim and the hobgoblin."

Harry blushed, "I haven't done anything for them. They're just good friends that I cherish."

McCoy snorted smirking, "Sure they are kid."

Harry blushed brighter before he began to bicker with McCoy who enjoyed teasing him. The tension melted away as playful banter passed between them. Although his secret wasn't quite a secret anymore, Harry was happy that McCoy would keep it to himself. He was certainly a good friend, one that he was grateful for truly.


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~Seth

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