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, OCC, AU, violence, death

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

8. Sound

A small part of Harry had hoped he would never see battle again, but the logical part of his brain knew differently. His choice of career would certainly expose him to the horrors of life and death. All doctors of Starfleet were put through literal hell as they constantly worked to save lives and each person that died, they lost a part of themselves. Perhaps even a part of their sanity. Doctors became jaded, couldn't see the world for its wonders and beauty. The rose tinted glasses were cruelly snatched away and smashed onto the unforgiving soil of reality.

A distress signal from Cestus-3 was picked up by Uhura and Jim was quick to lay their course to the remote colony. As they drew closer, scanners showed that the outpost had been attacked and the ship was set on red alert as the crew scrambled around to their stations. Once the Enterprise sustained orbit Harry was prepped and ready with his kit, having left Teddy in Sick Bay with Nurse Chapel. He was to be a part of the landing party along with Jim, Spock, McCoy and several security officers as well as tactical aids. They needed all the help and resources they could spare.

They barely had a moment to breathe after they beamed down before they were attacked. Instinct kicked in as Harry took cover behind large chunks of one of the nearby buildings. He felt his heart racing as he immediately took a head count, relieved when they were all accounted for. But the rain of attack didn't cease nor slow down. Dust and dirt began to cloud the air while the ground shook from the impact of weapons.

Jim was speaking with Spock who was pointing to an outcrop of rocks and hills in the distance, yet Harry couldn't make out their voices. He estimated that Spock had calculated where the projectiles were being launched from using his tricorder. Now their only problem was how to launch a counterattack since they only had phasers and grenades. Nothing big enough to cause major damage. But Harry knew Jim and he always had a plan of some sort.

Suddenly they were moving. There was a small outpost and by the looks of the discarded weapons around it, it had artillery. This was good. Harry felt his fingers twitch as he ran, his eyes squinted as he tried to maneuver through the smoke and dust. The noise was unbearable as whistles and loud booms battered his ear drums. He felt his magic tingling just under his skin, ready to jump to its master's aid.

Harry launched himself behind some debris covering his ears when a bomb went off several feet to his left followed by a scream. Green eyes immediately searched out the source, finding one of the officers on his side, his side bleeding and one of his legs missing. Without thought, Harry rushed over ignoring the shouts and the stinging of the smoke in his eyes. He reached the officer and quickly began to heave him up to his hiding spot.

The whistling grew louder, instinct telling Harry that something was heading right for him. He couldn't see Jim or Spock or any of the officers. All he saw was smoke and a hazy sun peeking through the dust that hung above him. Then he saw a shadow and knew that he was in its destructive course. Holding his hand out, pointer and middle steady, he shouted into the roar around him, "Bombarda!" He then ducked over the injured officer as the bomb exploded.

Never missing a beat, Harry was up on his feet as soon as he could and continued to carry the man to his shelter. Once there, he immediately began to tend to him quickly working to stop the blood flow. He barely looked up from his work, only once and a while to check on Jim, Spock and McCoy. He tried not to let his hand shake as his mind was torn between the present and the past. His eyes flashed between the fight around him and a similar battle fought long ago.

There had been blood there as well, blood and death, smoke and flames. Familiar faces of people he knew, their features twisted in agony as the grass was littered with their bodies, their blood spilt everywhere. And the screams, the screams echoing in the air along with the insane cackling of Death Eaters and the sickly green light of the Killing Curse. Harry jumped as another bomb went off and there was the sound of firing. He caught a glimpse of Spock lying on the ground sniper in hand, firing with accuracy that only he could perform. There was blood and two officers were dead. McCoy was tending to another and Jim was nowhere to be found. Harry went back to work. It was noisy, it was loud and it was a familiar song that he had heard before long ago.

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~Seth