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 (maybe), poorly written accents, etc.

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

15. Shadows

The happiness didn't last. Once McCoy patched him up and he had taken a shower, Harry found himself lying in bed in a pair of fresh pajamas. Teddy was asleep in his own room, exhausted from the chaos of the day's events. All that was left for him was the quiet and his thoughts to keep him company. His thoughts which were quick to retrace their steps back to what happened on the planet the Metron had created. In his mind's eye he could see the Gorn squirming in agony, unable to scream and Harry knew that it would forever be burned in his memories.

He wasn't proud of what he had done despite the fact that it was to protect Teddy. Just the very idea of using one of the Unforgivables had always sent chills down his back when he was a teenager. And now that he had used it, Harry felt filthy and twisted, as if he would never be clean again. His soul was stained, more so than before and he briefly wondered what his parents, Sirius or Remus thought if they were watching over him. Were they ashamed? Did they feel disgust at his moment of weakness?

Shadows were creeping around him from the corner of his eyes, but he tried to ignore it. It was merely his mind playing tricks as it had done once long ago. On nights when he couldn't sleep and the screams became too much, he would just gaze into the darkness for hours on end. Yet he had hated the darkness and the shadows for they reminded him of things he wished to forget; of faces twisted in anguish, forever frozen as their eyes begged him for help and their voices pleaded for salvation.

They had wanted a savior to free them, to free them of their pain and fear. But he had been just a boy, barely a man and he was forced to fight; forced to grow up too quickly and forced to lose everything. He could never forget their faces, his loved ones as they died one by one, the light fading from their eyes as they lay upon the ground, their bodies twisted and pale. Like delicate butterflies, the fragile wings crushed and torn, shredded as blood smeared their beauty.

Rolling onto his side, Harry curled under the covers and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever escape from his past. Magic had sent him here so that he could be happy, so that he could have a fresh start, a second chance. But now he wondered if it was truly possible when he continued to remember what he had done, what he had witnessed and lived through before. The taint of his soul and the misery of his losses felt as if they would forever haunt him, never giving him a moment's peace.

Sighing, Harry pulled the covers tighter around himself as he worked to empty his mind, just wanting to sleep and seek oblivion for a few hours. And slowly but surely, sleep crept upon him and wrapped him in its embrace much like the shadows he feared and hated. It was sweet nothingness.

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~Seth