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, character deaths, slight molestation/non-con, slight blood/gore, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, etc.

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

57. Destruction

Spock had told him he had been out for thirty minutes, yet it seemed like an eternity for Harry. The room was quiet, not even movement could be detected outside. Both Jim and Vigil were conscious, but the atmosphere of the room was subdued and Robbins' body was taken away. Yet the mark of his existence remained, painted red and brilliant upon the walls and Harry; his life, his essence was all around them screaming for vengeance.

Harry said nothing, merely sat and stared blankly at the floor ignoring the concerned looks of his friends and companions. He couldn't find the energy to care, to move as his thoughts trickled back to dark days; to a time where seeing the dead outnumber the living was common and the grass wasn't green, but red and smelt of copper. It was happening all over again and Harry couldn't stop it, wasn't strong enough to stop it. And it hurt, more than anything it hurt and made him sick; he just wished it was a nightmare, a bad dream but it was real and he couldn't deny it no matter how much he tried. It would be an insult to Robbins to deny his death, to deny his sacrifice.

Hearing movement, the landing party looked up as the two natives from before stepped inside followed by three others all of them carrying weapons on them. It seemed like they were interested in more torture, yet the gleam in their eyes was unsettling in a difference sense. Without warning two of them were stepping forward and harshly grabbing both Jim and Harry yanking them onto their feet despite that they couldn't really move being bound as they were. Spock tensed immediately along with the rest of the men while Jim struggled trying to put up a front although there was a trace of fear in his blue eyes.

Harry flinched as his face was touched and turned, dread filling him as the natives gave approving looks and sounds. Then there were more hands reaching out and ripping his shirt, touching his skin making him squirm in discomfort and try to pull away. But they were stronger and dug their sharp nails into his flesh, hissing at him.

"Fuck you assholes!" Jim shouted stomping on the closest foot. The owner of said foot snarled and immediately back handed the blond. And suddenly it was a swarm as the landing party jumped up and attacked uncaring of the disadvantage. None of them were going to stand by and watch their captain and doctor be violated, especially not Spock. Jim and Harry were his, he would never allow another to take advantage of them.

Yet the natives were too strong as they quickly knocked out Scotty, Vigil and Sulu but Spock was quicker and certainly stronger than a human. With his arms still bound he had no choice but to dodge and kick, getting a lucky shot with one captor and knocking him out. But his back was unguarded, he didn't notice one of the creatures sneaking up behind him until a blade made its home in his side.

"SPOCK!" Jim screamed for his lover, his T'hy'la. Vertigo hit Harry as he watched the pain and shock flash over the Vulcan's face as he fell to his knees, his uniform quickly turning darker as blood gushed from the wound; green blood. His heart was racing again, the drumming pounding against the insides of his ears as it drowned out Jim's screaming along with the jeering of their captors.

And then he was back at Hogwarts, staring at Charlie's body cradled in his arms. His skin too cold, too white which made his freckles stand out more, his unkempt red hair that was dull and his blue eyes that no longer held sparks of life, of laughter and mischief and love. Cedric had been the same, his skin just as pale and his face frozen with surprise. His eyes had been just as vacant, life stolen from him when he had so much to live for, to give.

And it was because Harry had been weak, too weak to protect his first crush and his first love. Now Spock was going to die, Jim would hate him and he would go back to that dark place within his heart where memories haunted him and Voldemort's voice mocked him. He didn't want to go back, he didn't want Spock to die; he wanted to stay in the light and warmth, he wanted to laugh and smile with his friends, hold Teddy tight and tell him stories, share kisses and hugs with his captain and commander. He didn't want to go back!

Then Harry was screaming, screaming his heart and soul out as his anger, his fear and his rage burst from him along with his magic. Their tormentors, their captors hissed and released noises of fear and distress as they tried to escape their fate. But they couldn't, they didn't have a chance to. Jim grunted as he fell to the floor having been released and quickly crawled over to Spock who was holding his side. The magic around them had dispelled their bindings.

The hut groaned and creaked under the strain of power before exploding outward, Jim barely having time to cover his lover's body with his own. He heard wind rushing, he felt it all around him as the air became heavy and heated. There was screaming and shouting, but the blond couldn't see anything. It was too bright, much too bright to see and so he could do nothing but close his eyes and listen to the destruction of a civilization.

Pretty intense and while unpleasant, it's necessary for character building as well as the building of the relationship between the threesome. But I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Just remember as usual to leave a review please! Thanks!

~Seth

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