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 (male/male pairings), threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura

53. Memories

"You sure you want to do this?" Jim questioned seriously as he gazed at Harry. The wizard sat with an old fashioned photo album in his lap his fingers stroking over the cover delicately and reverently. It was obviously something he treasured. Smiling gently Harry replied, "Yeah I'm sure. I… I want to share this with you both."

"If it is your decision," Spock murmured.

Carefully they settled themselves on the couch with Harry between them watching as he tenderly opened the book. Immediately surprise filled Spock and Jim as they gazed upon the moving pictures that graced the inside. The first was of a man and woman dancing in front of a fountain among falling leaves. It took them seconds to realize who these people were for they both shared similar traits to Harry.

"This is my mum and dad," he spoke smiling warmly at the picture. The couple smiled and waved back before they danced around some more.

"They seem… happy," Jim whispered, "And they're a handsome couple. Now we know where you get your good looks from."

"People said I looked like my dad, but I have my mum's eyes."

"I dunno, I think you look more like your mom now," Jim argued. Shrugging, Harry had to agree. While he had looked like his father when he was a teenager, since arriving in this time and growing more as well as getting rid of his glasses Harry had noticed he looked a bit more like his mother. It felt kind of nice actually to have more of his mother in him than just his eye color.

Touching the picture Spock questioned, "I am to conclude that these pictures are able to move because of magic."

"Yeah, we even had moving portraits in Hogwarts. Most of them were nice although a few were barmy," Harry explained. Spock nodded before the page was turned. There were a few more pictures of Lily and James along with a baby Harry. Jim cooed and teased said wizard over his baby pictures stating how cute he was. Harry smacked him a bit for it.

The next pictures were of Harry's time at Hogwarts many of them containing himself along with Ron and Hermione. There were quite a few with the rest of the Weasley clan as well as Luna and Neville. And each of them were filled with smiling faces as they waved or moved around the pictures exchanging hugs, kisses or words. Jim and Spock were truly mesmerized by them while Harry merely looked on, a small smile on his lips as warring emotions of happiness and sorrow raged him.

"That's a pretty big family," Jim pointed out.

"Yeah, that was my best mate Ron's family the Weasleys. They were pretty big and poor but they were happy, treated me like one of their own. Mrs. Weasley was always trying to fatten me up and Mr. Weasley loved muggles; was always fascinated by their inventions and how things worked. The oldest Bill worked as a curse breaker in Egypt, Charlie was a dragon tamer in Romania, Percy worked for the Ministry, the twins Fred and George owned their own joke shop while Ron and Ginny both wanted to be Aurors."

"They seem… pleasant," Spoke noted. Harry chuckled, "They were, a bit rowdy that lot but they were definitely kind. Always made me feel like I was one of the family."

Jim smiled a little, "That's good to know. Who's this?"

Harry chuckled at the person he pointed to, "That's Hermione. Smartest witch I knew if a bit of a nag, but she was brilliant and always looked out for us. I suppose you could say she was the mother hen of our group."

They continued to look through photos watching before their eyes as Harry grew into the man before them. And while the pictures were happy memories, Spock and Jim could not help but notice the shadows within Harry's eyes as each year passed. The reason behind it was obvious but it was still disconcerting for them to see such a happy, carefree child being forced to become a man quicker than he should have. It seemed so selfish of the wizards to throw a young man before an opponent at least forty years his senior and hope that somehow, someway he's able to kill him off.

"How did you end up with this anyway? Not to say I don't want you to have it because it's pretty obvious this photo album means a lot to you, but I guess I'm just curious cause weren't you just dropped off with nothing but the clothes on your back?" Jim questioned.

Harry smiled in amusement replying, "Well I did have a few things on me at the time, but I hadn't realized until a bit later. The way I figured it Magic still wanted me to retain some things from my time so I ended up finding my photo album, my invisibility cloak and my broom shrunken in my pocket. I was actually happy because out of all my possessions they meant the most to me although my wand was left behind. I had been upset at first since I didn't think I could do magic without my wand, but I eventually learned to do wandless magic over the years through a lot of practice as well as trial and error. I suppose in a way it was Magic helping me adapt and evolve."

"An invisibility cloak you say?" Spock inquired trying not to sound intrigued but failed miserably. Nodding Harry stood and walked over to one of the storage cubbies. In it was a ten inch long replica of a fancy broom as well as a shimmering material they hadn't noticed before. It seemed to reflect every color and shade imaginable as the wizard took it out and wrapped it around himself suddenly disappearing from their sights. Jim yelped in excitement while Spock raised an eyebrow obviously just as shocked.

Poking his head out Harry grinned, "It was my dad's. He left it to me when he died, one of the few things I have left of my parents besides my looks and my photo album."

Standing Spock walked over and reached out touching the cloak inspecting it carefully as he murmured, "Fascinating."

"That's so fucking cool Harry! I bet that thing is great for sneaking around," Jim exclaimed.

"It was," Harry snickered, "Used to sneak around the school at nights."

"Did you now? Spock, our little wizard was a naughty student," Jim teased, a purr in his voice. The Vulcan shook his head too busy looking over the cloak to respond to his T'hy'la's baiting. Jim gained a put out expression while Harry shrugged no doubt amused. It was funny to think that not long ago seeing his father's cloak or looking through his album could bring Harry to tears.

After all they held significant memories and even in that moment he had to fight the urge to let his eyes water. But with Spock and Jim there it didn't seem so bad. It was actually nice to share his memories of his previous life with them, to have them appreciate his pictures or admire his cloak. The pain didn't go away, it still throbbed in his chest and choked him up, but the pair lessened it.

For that Harry was grateful. Of course he was realistic, he understood that the scars and the pain would never really go away and that his life wouldn't be sunshine and rainbows. Yet Harry understood enough to know that as long as he had his friends, had Teddy and Spock and Jim he would be okay. As long as they were around, he would be able to handle the sting of his memories.

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~Seth