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

109. Remembrance

Harry stood on the balcony that overlooked the desert, dressed in a light robe that kept him warm from the chill of the night but didn't overheat him. Tomorrow as the big day and various emotions were fluttering inside of him as he tried to grasp the fact that he was getting married. It still seemed so surreal in his mind that in less than twenty four hours he was going to be Hadrian Grayson-Kirk.

They had decided to use Grayson in honor of Amanda and Kirk in honor of George, so that they would both live through their children and their grandchild. And Harry didn't mind; he would always be a Potter and a Black while Teddy would always be a Lupin. But this was their new life and a new family for them, they wanted the world to know that.

"What are you thinking of k'diwa?" Spock questioned as he walked up behind his dark T'hy'la and held him close feeling the barrage of emotions through their link. Jim was currently missing from their room, having left to tuck Teddy in bed. Leaning back into the Vulcan, Harry sighed, "Various things… I still keep wondering if this is just a dream. That suddenly I'll wake up and be back at my dorm in Hogwarts or even in my tiny room or cupboard at Private Drive."

"This is not a dream Harry," Spock whispered kissing his head.

"I know, but I suppose I've been thinking… Am I a bad person?"

"I do not believe so, why would you think such?"

"I guess… I've been so happy lately; you, Jim, Teddy, Leonard and the rest of the crew… all of you make me so happy, you've taken away my sadness. And then I find myself recalling that the sadness was my way of remembering my friends, of the people I loved once who died for me. I realize that I'm beginning to forget them, that I'm leaving them behind and I can't help but feel horrible, that I'm somehow shaming their sacrifices," Harry explained quietly, feeling his eyes sting. The last thing he wanted was to forget his friends, his family that fought so hard for him and protected him. He didn't want to insult their memories by forgetting.

Turning Harry to face him, Spock touched his face and brushed at his tears, "Hush k'diwa, do not cry. I understand for I feel the same."

"You do?"

"Of course. I felt the same when I first began to court Jim and then you… you both have been my strength and support since my mother's passing. And in my mind while I was grateful for this, I also felt… apprehension. I thought that in some way I was replacing my mother. But then I thought of her and what she would say to me," Spock said. Harry tilted his head, "What would she have said?"

"I believe my mother would have told me that it was "okay". That she would always be there for me when I needed her, but that I could also fill my life with other people for whom I cared for. She would have then smiled, hugged me and told me that she was proud of me; that she would always be my mother. And I believe that your friends and family would feel the same."

"Spock's right." The pair looked up to see Jim walking over, obviously having been listening. Hugging Harry between them, the blond smiled, "They loved you Harry, enough that they fought with you even when it was hopeless. They had faith in you and they died for you, wanting you to have a future and the freedom to be who you wanted to be. I think they knew that you would grow up to be a good man and they wanted that for you."

"But I can't let them go," Harry whimpered clinging to Spock.

"I'm not saying you do babe," Jim assured stroking his hair, "They'll always be a part of your life, a large piece of your heart and that's fine. It's the same with Spock's mom or my dad. They'll always hold a place in our lives, but it doesn't mean we can't have other people to care about. And as long as we talk about them, share memories then we'll never forget them. They live through us now Harry and I'm sure if Ron or Hermione were here, they'd tell you the same. They'd want you to be happy after everything you've been through."

Harry nodded slowly. It was true, Hermione and Ron would want him to be happy; so would Remus and Sirius, the Weasleys and Dumbledore and everyone else he had held close to him. They always wanted him to be happy, to enjoy his life as best as he could. He could hear them in his thoughts, see their faces as if they were standing right before him.

"Honestly Harry, you worry too much about everyone and not enough about yourself!" Hermione always scolded him about it, stating he had a hero complex.

"If these blokes make you happy mate, than go for it! After all that mess with You-Know-Who, you deserve a break." Ron had his moments where he was a prat, but he had been a good friend and was always there when Harry needed him.

"James and Lily would approve pup and so do I! They'll take good care of you, I can tell and you deserve to be happy." Oh Sirius, he was sure his god father would have gotten along well with Jim. He'd have to share stories with the blond.

"Cub, it's time you start your own life and make your own way in the world. It'll be hard yes, but we'll be here when you need us just like we've always been. Plus, Teddy needs a family, you both do." He missed Remus, he was certainly Harry's rock in a lot of ways. He was wise despite his age and he was kind too. Spock would have found a good companion in the werewolf. Harry promised he would tell Teddy about his real father soon.

"My dear boy, you have lost much and suffered greatly. But that part of your life is over and now it's time for you to gain a new family and new friends. As long as you keep us close and you allow them to love you, you'll be fine." His Headmaster had not always made the right choices, but he tried his best and in the end only wished to protect Harry; to preserve his innocence for as long as he could. He was grateful to Dumbledore.

"Don't worry son, it's a scary world out there but you'll be fine. You're a Potter and you'll make it through." He wished he had more time with his father, but the man had died to protect him and Harry was sure he watched over him even in his passing. Because of this, he would always love him.

"Oh my baby, they're good men and they'll take care of you. Don't worry about us, we'll be here by your side as we always have. Your family loves you." His mother, she too died to protect him and Harry knew she was a brave woman. He hoped that one day perhaps he could have children with Spock and Jim. And if he did, he wanted to name one of them after his mum because she deserved it.

"Love, it'll be alright. I'm not mad, I'm pleased that you've moved on and found someone to help you heal. They treat you well and that's all I ask for. I love you Harry and I want you happy, you deserve it." Charlie would always hold a place in his heart, he had been his first love and it had been special. He was grateful he had such a passionate and kind man at his side when he needed him most.

"Harry?" Jim questioned drawing the wizard out of his thoughts. Glancing up at his lovers, he offered a teary smile. They were right, as long as he kept them close to his heart, he could never forget his family. And they would want him happy. So he would try his hardest to live and be the man that he was sure they would be proud of. He explained, "I was just thinking about what you said. And I thought for a moment… that I could hear them in my head; Hermione… Ron… my parents, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore… and Charlie."

"What did they say?" Jim asked curiously.

"They said that it was okay, that they would always be by my side as long as I kept them in my heart… and that they wanted me to be happy."

"That is wise advice," Spock remarked.

"Yeah, it's because of them that you lived and came into our lives. So we'll remember them too as a thank you for giving you to us," Jim smiled and kissed the wizard's cheek. Harry smiled and wiped his eyes murmuring, "It's late, we should go to bed."

"Indeed, we have much to do tomorrow."

Calmly they walked over to their bed, shedding and setting aside their robes before settling themselves under the sheets. Like always Harry was tucked between Jim and Spock who cradled their lover close, protecting him like a precious treasure. As they drifted off, they were unaware of the mass of transparent figures standing in a corner of the room, all of them wearing smiles.

Lily hugged James who stroked her hair while George Kirk beamed with pride and Amanda Grayson gazed at them fondly. Next to them Sirius stood with Tonks and Remus grinning as he hugged his best friend and cousin. Hermione and Ron held hands while Ron patted Charlie's arm giving his brother a grin. The rest of the Weasleys stood together with Dumbledore, Molly wiping her eyes while Arthur smiled; the twins grinned in happiness, Percy smiled and Bill hugged Ginny.

"They're good kids," George stated, grateful that his son finally found his way and the happiness that he sought. Amanda nodded in agreement patting his arm and reaching out to squeeze Lily's hand, the mothers sharing a smile between each other. Their babies were grown up and it was hard to let them go, but they would be fine. They were just grateful to have this one last goodbye.

"Yes, they are good children," Amanda murmured tenderly, sensing they had to go.

"We love you Harry, Spock, Jim," Lily whispered as they began to fade away. Before they fully disappeared, James said, "Good luck you three." And then they were gone, their warmth and well wishes lingering in the air as they prayed for the happiness of their children whom they loved.

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~Seth