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), threesome, AU, violence, character death, angst, psychological disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

42. Exposed

Harry glanced around cautiously realizing he had apparated to the control room where the officers had been commandeering parts for the ship. Seeing Kelso slumped upon the council with a black cord wrapped around his neck, Harry quickly went to check on him. He felt no pulse and bowed his head in respect for the dead man. Mitchell's doing no doubt which meant he was stronger than before.

Glancing over at Jim and Spock, Harry pondered on what to do. He had no clue what power Mitchell had gained or what he could do with it. Theoretically it could be limitless and while Harry was certainly powerful within his own rights, he was still human and had his restrictions. Running a hand through his hair in agitation, he bit his lip as he contemplated his thoughts.

With Mitchell free no way was he going to allow Harry to beam himself as well as Spock and Jim back to the ship. And even if they could, he could probably use his power to keep the ship in orbit which meant no escape for any of them. The only way they could get out alive and in one piece was if Mitchell was killed. Turning his attention once more to Spock and Jim, Harry knew what he had to do.

Walking over and checking to make sure they were still alive, Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. Situating them comfortably, he murmured, "I'm sorry, but this is the only way. I'm going to try coming back because I know if something happens to me, you'll be upset. I'll try because I know Teddy needs me." Chastely he pressed his lips to Jim's then repeated for Spock. Harry didn't know if he would survive once he began his fight with Mitchell and if he couldn't tell them how he felt, then having this one moment would be better than nothing.

Pulling away and standing, Harry walked toward the door pausing to glance back. Firming his resolve, he continued onward as he met the dry air of the outside. Closing his eyes, he spread his magic out and searched trying to find the strange energy Mitchell exuded. Pinpointing it, he began to trek his way through the labyrinth of rocks unaware that his captain and First Officer were awakening.

Minutes passed as Harry walked, keeping his footsteps light as he muffled as much sound as he could. If he could gain the element of surprise over Mitchell, it would work in his favor and end the situation as quickly as possible. Carefully scaling rock formations, Harry glanced around and listened before continuing on drawing closer to the energy signal. Pausing upon a ledge, he crouched low as he made out the figure of the man he was searching for.

"Just one shot," he thought, "Just one shot with a stun spell and we can get out of here."

"Come out Harry, I know you're there," Mitchell called out his back facing toward where the wizard was hidden. Cursing under his breath, Harry quickly began to move back hoping to get away before Mitchell could do anything. He yelped when he was grabbed from behind and suddenly found himself standing upon the same spot Mitchell was when he came across him.

"Reducto!" Harry shouted waving his hand feeling Mitchell being yanked from his side. Whirling around swiftly he continued his assault, "Stupefy!" The red spell launched itself at Mitchell but he merely shot out a shock of crackling light, negating the effect. Holding out his hands, Mitchell smiled, "I mean you no harm Harry. I merely want to talk, to show you everything that you could have, could possess by my side."

Waving his hand toward a patch of rock and sand he exclaimed, "Behold!"

And much like magic, a spring appeared surrounded by various flowers and trees, many of them bearing fruit. Walking to one of the trees, Mitchell plucked a ripe blood red apple and bit into it smiling as white meat and juice stained his lips. Walking toward another tree he picked a ripe pear and held it out toward Harry in offering. The wizard merely glared his mind calculating what to do.

"You have nothing to fear Harry, it's not poisoned," Mitchell reassured as the pear floated toward the wizard and was placed in his hands. Frowning in distaste Harry questioned, "Why me? Why go through this elaborate façade?"

Mitchell chuckled as he made the apple core disappear before gliding toward Harry. He replied, "Because you're like me. You're special, unique just like me. When I opened my new eyes and saw you, the power you exuded merely confirmed my initial impression of you; because when I first saw you, first met you I knew you were different, special in ways none of them could ever know."

He paused frowning, "But you never looked at me. I didn't exist in your world, you never took notice of me really. Oh yes you would smile and make small talk with me to be polite, but you never SAW me. Your gaze was always on them… always on my dear friend James Kirk and his bastard half Vulcan whore. But now I'm unique, powerful just like you and it's only natural that we end up together. We could be gods together, create a new world and shape the very universe."

"Sorry, but not interested. You're not the first psychotic wanker to obsess over me and you probably won't be the last. So I'll tell you what I told old Tom when he tried to lure me to his side… Fuck You," Harry growled.

"You're testing my patience Harry. What will it take to gain your acceptance? Money? Jewels? Clothes?" He waved his hand again and Harry found himself dressed in finely tailored and elegant robes made out of crushed green velvet. There was silver trimming on the hems and sleeves along with a beautiful silver snake on his right breast. Smiling with pride, Mitchell reached out to touch his cheek, "Beautiful… absolutely stunning. Green and silver are truly colors that compliment you."

Irritated, Harry stepped away and waved his hand his clothes transfiguring back to his uniform. Straightening himself he grumbled, "Like I would want useless crap like that. You're bloody off your rocker to think so and now you've just annoyed me more than I was before."

"Then perhaps I shall have to use more… persuasive means," Mitchell smirked before calling out, "I know you're there James as well as you Mr. Spock."

The sudden firing of phasers caused Harry to roll out of the way, crouching as he watched the beams hit Mitchell but have no effect on him. He merely smiled holding his hand out and waving it, ripping the phasers from Spock and Jim's hands. Tilting his head slightly, Mitchell stated, "I've been contemplating the death of an old friend."

Glancing away from his audience he indicated to a fresh grave, "He deserves a descent burial at least." Upon the open grave was a head stone reading James T. Kirk. Spock moved protectively in front of Jim while Harry stood slowly, cold fear and burning rage lingering within his chest. Glaring darkly, his eyes seeming to glow, Harry growled, "Let us go Mitchell."

Raising an eyebrow he questioned, "Why should I? The situation is rather entertaining for me and besides, they stand in the way of gaining you. So I can't just let any of you go, not yet."

Holding out his hand again, Mitchell flicked his wrist smirking when Jim fell to his knees while Spock suddenly wrapped his hands around the blonde's throat squeezing. Horrified, Harry shouted, "Spock! Release Jim!"

"He can't. They're my puppets and I control them. I wonder if it'll break him, break that Vulcan mind to know that he with his own hands killed someone he loved so dearly. Such an interesting experiment that would be," Mitchell contemplated. Snarling, Harry raged, "Let them go this instant!"

"I will not. I am a god, I may do what I wish."

"Immobulus!" Mitchell grunted as he was flung back unable to move. His manipulation upon Spock and Jim broke as the Vulcan quickly pulled his hands away while their captain gasped and coughed. Hurrying over, Harry helped Spock set Jim on his feet and steady him. Ignoring their stunned gazes, he ordered, "We need to get back to the ship now! That charm won't hold him for very long most likely."

"What the hell? What was that Harry?" Jim cried out half hysterical and half fearful.

"We don't have time for that Jim! Get us the hell out of here!"

The wind was knocked out of them as they were launched away from each other hitting the ground with harsh thuds. Grunting and hissing in pain Harry moved to stand his limbs shaking slightly watching as Mitchell glanced at him anger in his eyes. With a simple wave Harry found himself bound in iron bands and unable to move.

"I will deal with you later, but first I must dispose of the vermin," Mitchell stated turning his attention to Spock and Jim who had acquired their phasers. They began firing hoping against hope that it would help somehow. Yet it did nothing as Mitchell stepped closer once more disarming them and tossing them against a rock face, keeping them there.

Gritting his teeth, Harry wiggled his fingers and muttered under his breath the bands melting into snakes. Crouching low he shot out locomotor mortis to lock up Mitchell's legs followed by a petrificus totalus gaining satisfaction when he watched his opponent fall onto his face. Sprinting quickly to Spock and Jim who slid down the wall, he grabbed their arms and with a crack apparated them back to the plant. Stumbling a bit, Harry quickly grabbed Jim's communicator to contact the Enterprise.

"Harry, what the fuck was that back there? Don't tell me you were affected by that force field thing too!" Jim shouted half hysterical. Spock was studying the young doctor closely keeping Jim within his reach. Shaking his head Harry growled, "Now is not the fucking time Jim. When we're back on the Enterprise and far away from this psychotic fuck, then I'll tell you. But until that moment, shut the hell up and get us out of here!"

"Poor Harry, even now they attempt to pry into your life and greatly aggravate you. Yet you still wish to save them," Mitchell spoke up from behind them. Standing protectively in front of the pair, Harry glared darkly his green eyes lighting with power as magic swept around him ruffling his hair and shirt. Mitchell was intrigued while Jim and Spock seemed awed.

With a flurry of lights and words spells were fired with swift and practiced ease. Such was the talent of a soldier of war which gave Mitchell no choice but to merely defend himself as he searched for an opening or weakness. Noticing Jim and Spock frozen to the right and a bit behind Harry, Mitchell smirked. Forming a shield with one hand, the other crackled and shot out energy toward the pair. Luckily Spock's reflexes were swifter than a normal human's and he quickly tackled his T'hy'la to the ground to avoid the blast.

"Spock! Jim!" Harry shouted in concern. It was the opening Mitchell needed and with a wave of his hand he slammed Harry into a wall. Not enough to harm him, but the force was meant to either knock him out or at least disorient him. The wizard groaned dizzy as his head pounded and dark spots danced before his eyes.

"Shit Harry!" Jim exclaimed as he tried to get out from under Spock. He yelped when a bolt of power zapped where he had been lying seconds before. Crouched down clutching to Spock's sleeve, Jim glared darkly at Mitchell who merely smirked down at them. Raising his hand, Mitchell stated, "I believe it's time to end this. But even in the end I am a merciful god and your deaths shall be quick."

"Fuck you!" Jim hissed while Spock moved protectively in front of his mate, brown and blue eyes glancing at Harry in worry. If they were going to die, they wanted to get one last look at the young doctor. Perhaps it was cheesy and cliché in a way, but it was what they wanted. So they focused on him rather than Mitchell. It was over.

Wincing at the pounding in his head, Harry cracked his eyes open and while he couldn't hear anything due to the rushing of blood in his ears he could see everything. Alarm and panic filled him as he watched Mitchell move to place himself in front of his Captain and Commander. He watched him lift his hand, obviously preparing to deliver the killing blow.

But what was the most terrifying and heart breaking was those brown and blue eyes that he had come to know, come to appreciate and grow fond of. He could see acquiescence within them, accepting the inevitability of their deaths. And in a flash of memories and nightmares, fear and rage gripped Harry's heart as he thought of his friends, of his family dying as they were consumed by green light; their screams echoed in his mind.

"No!" he shouted although he wasn't sure if it had been out loud or in his mind. But it seemed he voiced his protest for Mitchell's attention turned to him. Fueled by the nightmares, the memories, the horror and fury within him, he hissed darkly, "Avada Kedavra!"

Brilliant green light that matched the shade of Harry's eyes leapt from his finger tips and like with many victims in the past, the spell hit Mitchell dead center whose eyes widened in shock before becoming hollow. His body fell back with a harsh thud and it was over. There was nothing but silence as Harry watched Jim and Spock observe the still body cautiously before finally checking on Mitchell. It didn't take them long to confirm what they suspected, he was dead.

Harry didn't remember much else after that. His vision grew fuzzy and he could have sworn someone was calling his name while warm arms held him in an embrace, but he couldn't be sure. It didn't matter either way, he was too tired and in shock with what he had done. Harry knew that he had used the spell for a good cause, to protect people he cared about. But the fact of the matter was that he used the Killing Curse, the very same curse that had killed his parents, his friends and those he loved dearly. It made him sick.

So Harry was thankful when the shadows of unconsciousness over took his senses. He didn't want to think or feel at the moment, he merely wanted to sleep. He didn't want to ponder over his mistakes, his forced exposure or the questions that would come; he just wanted to sleep for as long as he could.

Long drabble is long! Hope you people are happy or maybe you aren't considering that cliff hanger! -cues dramatic music- So yes! Harry's exposed himself to protect the men he loves! I had originally thought at one point of having his secret hidden for a much longer period of time and set it up to have him expose himself to the whole crew, but then threw the idea out. Rather I thought that only Jim and Spock should find out and the rest of the crew will eventually know later (probably during the Squire of Gothos); make it a gradual process or something like that.

Anyway! Please review! I always appreciate feedback! And thank you so much for those of you who have reviewed before and have remained loyal readers. I'm very pleased that this is such a success! So yeah, please review because reviews are love! Thanks!

~Seth