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

27. Scar

"He's so cute," a voice whispered followed by giggling. The voice belonged to Lt. Angela Simons, a communications officer that was known for her beauty and somewhat timid nature. But she was kind and well liked among the crew even gaining a few admirers on the Enterprise.

"I know isn't he! And his son is utterly adorable!" another agreed giggling as well. Natalie James also known as Angela's best friend to many of the crew. The pair was never found far apart unless on duty and just like Angela, her looks turned quite a few heads and gained her admirers as well. Yet it was obvious to many that like quite a few females on the Enterprise, they had their eyes set upon the mysterious and handsome Hadrian Black.

"Sounds like you have a fan club Harry," Sulu joked. Harry chuckled shaking his head before turning his attention back to his book. He was currently in one of the rec rooms with some of his friends and the crew members that were off shift. Spock and Jim were in their usual corner playing their second game of 3D chess while Uhura was chatting away with a few of the female officers. Teddy was currently entertained by Sulu and Chekov, the couple weaving stories of their home countries and their families. He soaked it in unable to get enough.

"But the only thing is that horrible scar on his forehead, the one that looks like a lightning bolt. I wonder why he hasn't had anyone try to use a regenerator on it," the first female voice whispered.

Harry showed no outward sign of being affected. After all, it wasn't the first time someone talked about his scar. His days at Hogwarts had been filled with people, young and old, staring at him with reverence their eyes locked onto his forehead where the stigma of his survival was forever burned in his flesh. It would probably linger over him till the day he died, of this he had no doubt.

"Hey Black," a male voice called out from his left drawing his attention. Looking up Harry gazed into the beady brown eyes of a security officer by the name of Zack Garrison. Standing at almost six feet, Zack was certainly intimidating with his bulging muscles which a testament to his obsessive workout schedule. His skin was a deep bronze and a fine length of thick dark hair covered his head. Basically he was a wet dream to many females and even a few males, but Zack wasn't interested in them. Everyone knew that Zack Garrison had his eyes set on Angela and it didn't take a genius to figure out why he was bothering Harry.

"Yes?" Harry drawled not putting his book down even as everyone around them tensed. From the corner of his eye he could see Spock and Jim standing, Zack's back to them, obviously to come to his defense if need be. He gave them a subtle shake of his head, bottle green eyes ordering them to stay and that he could handle it.

"You know I've been wondering man and I'm sure many others have been too. How did you get that freaky scar of yours?"

"Why do you need to know? After all, it's not really any of your business," Harry rebuffed not in the mood to cater to some insecure jock's ego. The man was obviously trying to make Harry look bad in front of Angela while making himself look good and the wizard wasn't taking the bait.

Sneering Zack raised an eyebrow, "I'm just wondering how fucked up you have to be to have that. I mean it's a fucking lightning bolt for crying out loud! What? Were you trying to be a bad ass and carved it in yourself? You certainly look like one of those pathetic little emo shits that always cut themselves and cry like little babies."

Harry tightened his grip on his book but said nothing even as Zack continued, "Or maybe you got it in a fight? But then again, a wimp like you would probably turn tail at the sight of a fight. So I'm guessing it was something your parents did. What? Were they psychotic drunks or druggies? I bet they were!"

"My parents were not drunks nor did they do drugs," Harry hissed nearly slipping into Parseltongue.

Zack laughed, "Yeah right! It's so obvious your parents had to be druggies! It was probably your mom cause I mean, look at you! You're so small and weak looking, definitely sickly. You almost look like a girl! I could probably break you in half without trying! What? Did your mom snort cocaine while she was pregnant with you? Did you even know your dad? Cause if you mom was a druggie chances are she was a whore too. Selling herself for her drugs and gets knocked up by one of her customers. Hadrian Black, son of some unknown man and a psychotic crack whore mother!"

Nothing could contain Harry as he suddenly lashed out and punched Zack right in the nose sending him flying back into a table. A few people screamed and many moved out of the way as the small doctor stormed over to his victim. Raising his foot uncaring of anything else, he slammed it down onto Zack's chest knocking the wind out of him along with some blood.

"You listen here you low life bastard," Harry snarled his eyes seeming to glow, "My parents were good and honest people who loved each other deeply. They died when I was barely two years old, they died to protect me. You want to know about my scar? I'll tell you! I got this scar when I was 15 months old on the night my parents were murdered in their own home and the man who did it branded me with this mark. And you want to know what happened to him?"

Zack shook as Harry leaned closer whispering in his ear, "I tracked him down and I killed him when I was seventeen years old."

Shoving Zack away, Harry glared down at him before turning and walking out. Teddy clung to Chekov who carefully led the boy out followed by Sulu, the pair promising to show him Sulu's various plants if only to get him away from the rec room and to allow Harry time to cool off. Clutching his nose, Zack stood up only to feel a firm hand latch onto his shoulder. Glancing up he gulped when he gazed into the furious eyes of his Captain and Commander.

"I think we need to have a talk Mr. Garrison," Jim ordered in a cold tone. A few days later, Zack Garrison was transferred from the Enterprise in shame. No one talked or asked Harry about his scar after that, not even his friends. If any tried he would just glare darkly at them and turn away. Sometimes some things were just better left unasked.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! I've been thinking, since quite a few of my stories have become such a big hit for many of you, that maybe I should throw a contest of sorts. I thought it would be fun to have those of you who like making music videos to make either a movie trailer or just a normal music video for one of my stories (Look to the Stars, DFI, Shinobi of the Fellowship, Black Birds, etc.). It's really just an idea that I've been tossing around in my head and I want to know what you think. If enough people are in agreement to do it, then I'll go along with it. The prizes will most likely either be art drawn by me or a fic (series/ pairings of your choosing) written by me. Let me know what you think! Because I really want to see what you people would come up with!

Oh and another thing. People keep asking if I'm going to include Male Pregnancy. I'm kinda leaning toward it since people seem to want it and I have no problem with adding it, but I want to know if you, my reviewers, want it. So let me know please!

Anyway, please review! Thanks!

~Seth