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, angst, psychological disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

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

43. Truth

The next day was a tense affair to say the least. Spock and Jim had taken to watching him like hawks since the moment he woke up and Harry wasn't sure how he should feel about it. On the one hand he understood their confusion and hesitation. After all, he put on a rather impressive display of skills that normal humans didn't possess with the exception of Mitchell, but it still made him uncomfortable. He didn't like being stared at, studied like he was a freak or some sort of strange animal that might be rabid. He had enough of it growing up because of his status as the Boy-Who-Lived and he still wasn't used to it. If anything, he hated being stared at.

"Dad?" Teddy whispered softly staring up at his father with wide brown eyes. Said boy was currently tucked against Harry's side. He had refused to move once Harry was laid upon the bed of his own private room in Sick Bay and had firmly remained by his father's side, glaring and growling anyone who tried to pull him away.

"I'm okay Teddy," Harry reassured petting his hair gently before glancing at Spock and Jim who continued to watch him. McCoy was currently running his tricorder over him to check to make sure there was no lasting damage to his body. The older doctor could sense the tension between his three companions and he knew the reason behind it; it didn't take a genius to figure out that Spock and Jim had learned of Harry's magic.

A few more minutes ticked by before he nodded in satisfaction, "Well looks like you're in good shape Harry. At results come back normal."

"Thanks Leonard," Harry smiled faintly. It quickly dropped when he sighed before focusing on his Captain and Commander, "I suppose I have a lot to explain."

"Understatement of the month," Jim muttered. Spock merely nodded his features blank. Nibbling on his bottom lip, Harry fidgeted and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to figure out where to begin. He felt Teddy cling to him tighter and briefly glanced at McCoy. The man nodded slightly to show his support.

Shifting in his bed, Harry licked his lips before he began, "What I'm about to tell you… may sound fanciful. Hell, it'll sound downright crazy, but it's the truth. I… I wasn't always who I am now… I wasn't always Hadrian Black. There were circumstances… things that occurred in my life that changed me in ways that can never be reversed and made me the man I am today. My real name is Harry James Potter. I was born on July 31, 1980 to James Potter and Lily Potter nee Evans. And the reason I can do the things you've witnessed is because… I'm a wizard."

Jim and Spock stared at Harry as if he was insane, yet there was also confusion and perhaps curiosity. After all they couldn't deny what they had seen with their own eyes, but it seemed so surreal to them. But they said nothing, listening as Harry told his story. They listened as he recounted the death of his parents by the hands of the Dark Lord Voldemort and how as a mere babe, he defeated said wizard and gained his scar. He spoke of his life with the Dursleys and the abuse he suffered at their hands.

His eyes lit up when he talked about receiving his Hogwarts letter and of his first friend, a half giant named Hagrid. He talked about the wonders of Diagon Alley and his beloved Hedwig. He told them about meeting Ron and Hermione, about the awe of the castle he would be living in and his sorting into Gryffindor. He talked of his classes, the things he learned and his teachers; spoke of Snape and Malfoy's hatred for him.

But slowly the tale became darker as time went on and each year passed full of danger; the Sorcerer's Stone and Quirrell; the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk that sought to kill the muggle born students of Hogwarts; his brush with Sirius Black and learning the truth behind his parents' murder. There was the Triwizard Tournament and Harry's forced participation which led to him watching a fellow classmate, Cedric Diggory, die by the hands of his enemy. He also bore witness to the resurrection of said enemy. The horrors didn't end as danger grew; the torment endured at school under the command of Umbridge, the plague of dreams and the pain of his scar, the death of his godfather and revelation of a prophesy.

It mounted as the pieces fell together and answers began to form through the clues of sixth year, the words of Dumbledore and the death of said headmaster. There was the hunt of the horcruxes, traveling in a tent for a year facing danger left and right; the knowledge that Harry held a piece of Voldemort's soul and that he was forced to die in order to save his friends. But they weren't saved for even with his sacrifice, they still died and overwhelmed by his sorrow and rage, Harry gathered the strength to kill the very man who haunted his steps since the day he was born. And in the wake of his sorrow, he was given a new life and new chance.

So much was burdened upon Harry's shoulders and it was as if for the first time Spock and Jim saw the man for who he really was. Now they understood what made Harry who he was. It was clear now what was the source of Harry's PTSD, of his scars, of the sorrow and wisdom in his eyes. They understood now that Harry James Potter died that day upon the bloody fields of Hogwarts. And when he opened his eyes in their world, their future he had been reborn as Hadrian Black.

"Where did you come to be?" Spock inquired.

Petting Teddy's hair Harry replied, "I woke up in a stranger's home, an older woman who found me and Teddy in some alley near her home. She took us in and cared for us. I told her I didn't remember anything except that Teddy was my son and that I thought my name was Harry. She believed me and helped me get back on my feet. She even had an old friend of hers who was a professor tutor me and help me with my education."

"She died," Teddy whispered sadly not really remembering the kind lady that helped them, but knew of her through his father. Harry nodded, "She died two years later just as I was working my way through med school and ended up leaving us her home as she had no other living relatives. I was grateful to her because she helped me in many ways and she gave me the determination I needed to get through. That's why I was able to get through school as quickly as I did, I was ambitious and I knew I needed to work hard if I wanted to provide for Teddy. And before I knew it, I joined Starfleet and now I'm here."

"And it's all real… your magic… it's real," Jim whispered.

Nodding Harry glanced down at Teddy and offered him a small smile. Curiously he murmured, "Would you like to show them?"

Seeming hesitant but excited at the same time, Teddy nodded. Shifting a bit to face the men his brown hair suddenly turned blond, his eyes melted to bottle green and his ears became curved, pointed much like a Vulcan's. Jim gaped and even Spock seemed surprised with the way his eyes had widened. McCoy smirked having seen Teddy use his abilities already. Kissing his son's forehead gently, Harry explained, "It's a magical trait that he gained from his mother. She had the ability to change her features as well although Teddy is still learning. Since he's younger and not trained in control, he has slip ups but thankfully not around the crew."

"Holy shit…," Jim muttered.

McCoy snorted, "I said the same thing Jim."

Whirling on his friend he exclaimed loudly, "Why the hell are you not surprised?"

"Yes Doctor, I too am curious as to why you do not appear shocked by this information."

"Because I told him. McCoy found out because of my quick healing after that one away mission where I was worked over pretty bad," Harry replied for his boss, "He confronted me about it and I told him after I made him swear to not tell a soul unless I gave permission."

"I know this seems unbelievable Jim, but it's as real as you and me. Harry's used his magic around Sick Bay usually on the more critical patients in order to give them a fighting chance. He's also managed to make the beds more comfortable with a few well placed charms apparently. Some of the men don't wanna leave the beds are so comfy!" McCoy explained gripping at the end. Harry merely smirked.

Jim felt slightly dizzy as he tried to take in everything he had been told. It was rather overwhelming and a lot of information to process. Harry must have noticed his look before his eyes softened, "Jim… you and Spock should probably head back to your room to rest. You've been waiting around for me this entire time I doubt you've properly slept since this whole mess started."

"Got that right stubborn bastards," McCoy grouched.

"Y-Yeah… you're right. Just need some time… need to rest and think," Jim muttered as he stood. Spock followed his example placing a hand on the small of the blond's back in order to steady him. Nodding to McCoy and Harry, the pair left quietly while the wizard watched them. He hoped he had made the right decision in telling them the truth. Because despite everything, Harry cared about Spock and Jim as not only his friends, but as something more. He could honestly admit it's been years since he's allowed himself to care for someone romantically due to his past history. And the last thing Harry wanted was for his oversight to form a rift between them. He wouldn't be able to handle losing more people to his mistakes.

"It'll be okay kid," McCoy spoke up patting Harry's shoulder. The wizard merely nodded and held Teddy closer nuzzling the short blond hair and pointed ears. So much like Jim and Spock; he did look like a mix of the two with perhaps a little of him in there as well. Teddy smiled gently at his father, "It'll be okay dad. You'll see."

"Hope you're right cub. I really do."

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~Seth