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, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, etc.

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

103. Confront

"You have a lot of explaining to do," Uhura ordered, her features showing she was displeased. Standing behind her were Scotty, Sulu and Chekov all conveying various degrees of confusion and hesitance, no doubt confused of what they had witnessed on Gothos. Harry knew they would seek him out, but he had foolishly hoped that it wouldn't be so soon. Currently he was in their sitting room, Spock and Jim on either side of him while McCoy stood nearby. Teddy was nestled in Spock's lap finding comfort in the Vulcan.

"Yes I do, but I will tell you. I do not appreciate you ordering me nor taking that tone with me," Harry stated. Uhura had the decency to look scolded. She hadn't really meant to snap at the young doctor, but she was still in disbelief at what she had seen and she was trying to figure out how to handle it.

"We just… we want to know what happened. What was all that back on Gothos?" Sulu questioned.

"A lot happened," Harry said.

"Harry," Jim warned even as he leaned closer and kissed his lover's head giving him strength. Sighing, the wizard murmured, "Sorry… this is just difficult for me. It's not my lack of trust in any of you, you're all my family and I know I could trust my very life in your hands. But my past… who I am… it's all very painful for me."

"You dunna have to worry lad," Scotty reassured, "No matter what, you've got us and we look out for our own."

"Mr. Scott is right, yes?" Chekov chirped, "Ve are family." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Well then… I suppose I'll just say it," Harry sighed, "I was able to do those things you witnessed because I am a wizard."

"A wizard… like wand waving, magical person wizard?" Sulu blinked having not expected that, none of them had. Harry nodded, "I come from a long line of wizards, I was born one as were my parents before me. Their names were James and Lily Potter."

"Potter? But your last name is Black right?" Uhura inquired.

"Yes it was once upon a time, but I had to change it."

"Vhy?" Chekov asked his eyes widen and full of curiosity. Harry smiled gently, "Well, when you're dropped into the future like I was, you figure it's probably safe to pretend you have amnesia and create a new alias for yourself."

"Wait, future? So you're from the past?" Scotty choked in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. I was born in 1980."

"Holy shit," Sulu muttered. Chekov nodded rapidly in agreement. This was more than any of them expected, but they couldn't help but believe Harry. They had all seen what he was capable of, they could see how serious he was too. So he was telling them the truth, the real truth behind who he was. Uhura licked her lips nervously, "Why were you sent here?"

"Magic wanted me to escape, to give me a new life where I could be happy," Harry replied.

"Vhy?" Chekov asked again holding onto Sulu's arm like an eager child being told a story. Harry's features became sad and haunted as he explained, "Because I was involved in a war growing up… a magical war that took everything from me; my parents, my family, my friends, my life. And when it was over, I had nothing left but Teddy. Magic felt that she owed it to me, owed me this second chance to live and heal."

"War," Uhura whispered her own eyes full of sadness. She could see it, they all could. And suddenly the pieces fell together and it all began to make sense. Harry's PTSD, his odd moods and those green eyes that always seemed so wise and jaded. Reaching out she took the wizard's hands and kissed them, unable to help the tears in her eyes. Harry just smiled softly.

"How… what happened?" Sulu croaked, wanting to know the tale behind their friend, their comrade who meant so much to them. Harry was quiet for a moment, but seemed to gain assurance when Spock and Jim pressed closer to him. And from his lips spilled forth a tale of death, hardship, sorrow, brief happiness and a heavy burden too big for a single child; of a destroyed life that never got to live. And through it all they laughed, they cried, they mourned and they felt righteous anger. They felt everything for him, for the boy locked away in the cupboard under the stairs and for the man who would become one of the best doctors in Star Fleet. They felt and understood which meant the world to Harry.

"We're sorry," Scotty whispered when it was all over and they felt drained.

"There's no point in looking back, in wondering what could have been. You all taught me that," Harry murmured holding Teddy close. He had been shifted into his lap during the discussion trying to offer his father comfort, "Finally after what felt like so long, I think I'm able to move on. All of you have been so good to me, have taught me much and have given me something I thought I had lost. And for that I thank you. I loved my friends and they will always mean the world to me, but I have a new family now and I'm happy."

"We're happy too kid," McCoy spoke up, "You and Teddy have certainly been a light in our lives."

"Aye, you both are the heart of this family," Scotty agreed.

"Thank you," Harry chuckled, "We're fortunate aren't we Teddy?"

"Yeah cause you know why Dad?" Teddy chirped.

"Why?" Spock answered instead. Teddy grinned, "Cause this family is perfect and warm! It's the best family in the world."

"You're right, it is." And it truly was, Harry wouldn't have it any other way.

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~Seth