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. I'm merely using them for my own amusement.

Warnings: Slash (malexmale pairings), threesomes, OCC, violence, AU (alternate universe), mentions of child abuse/neglect

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

5. Food

"Teddy, you know better than to play with your food. Don't be difficult," Harry scolded his son. Said child huffed in annoyance as he poked at his carrots, his face showing his obvious displeasure. Jim and McCoy thought it was the most amusing thing in the world while Spock merely raised an eyebrow before calmly sitting down. He nodded in greeting, "Good evening Dr. Black."

"Hi Spock," Harry replied offering a smile.

"Being difficult is he?" McCoy questioned as he began to dig into his own meal. Harry sighed, "Yes. Unfortunately he's rather spoiled when it comes to food as he's more used to my cooking rather than food from replicators. He's just going have to grow used to it." Teddy merely huffed again obviously disagreeing with his father.

"It's either that or he can go to bed on an empty stomach if he'd prefer that," Harry warned. Teddy frowned before reluctantly eating his carrots because despite the fact that it wasn't as good, he was hungry and Harry wasn't one to joke about such a punishment. He had suffered from similar treatment before.

"Sounds like the same thing my stepdad used to say to me when I was a kid and got in trouble," Jim stated as he took a bite of his mashed potatoes. Harry shrugged, "My relatives gave me the same punishment although they did it more out of spite than actual discipline."

McCoy frowned, "What do you mean?"

Harry paused in his eating and appeared to realize what he just said, paling slightly. His reaction was an obvious indicator that he hadn't meant to touch the subject and it set off warning bells in their heads. After a moment, he explained, "There… was a bit of animosity in my family before I was born. When my parents died I was shipped off to my aunt and her family. She and my mum never saw eye to eye and in time she came to resent my mum. That resentment passed onto me."

Quiet settled upon them as they ate, Teddy offering silent comfort to his father while McCoy, Jim and Spock mulled over the information they were given. It wasn't painting a pretty picture in their heads and Harry resisted the urge to squirm when he felt McCoy eyeing him carefully, as if trying to dissect him; to find what was wrong with him. It certainly began to make sense in their minds as things clicked together; his small stature, certain habits he had, how he acted jumpy sometimes if you observed carefully enough.

Harry never really talked too much about his past and when it did, it was often information made in passing. A few names and vague details, that was usually it. But this new insight brought forth disturbing emotions and it seemed that those sitting at their table had suddenly lost or had very little appetite. What a waste of food.

Just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you who have really taken to this story. I'm very pleased so many people like it. So thanks for the support and I shall keep on writing! Just remember to review! Feedback is always welcomed and if you have ideas, tell me! I'm always willing to listen. Again, thanks!

~Seth