AN: I don't own either Teen Wolf or Harry Potter. They belong to Jeff Davis and JK Rowling respectively. The idea/story is reader requested by Tami Mikaelson on . The more minute story ideas are mine. Ask if you want details.
This will be Amelia Potter/Derek Hale.
"Amy, are you sure this park is safe for us?" Lavender asked as they all stood around in front of the medium sized forest. Dean was standing next to her, in the process of taking off his shirt. They were an hour or so north of New York City, in a park that was big enough for a wolf pack that numbered seven in total.
"I've said it already. I did some research," Amelia Potter replied, sighing. Her wolf was howling in her mind, with her pack and ready to run. Her body was quivering in place; her magic even more so. "I even came out here a few days ago at night just to make sure. For Merlin's sake, I placed non-magical people repellent wards around it."
"Can we go run now?" Neville broke in just as Draco was about to complain more. "I know some of us have class tomorrow."
"Yeah, especially since it's the first day of class," Amy mentioned, grinning a little. "I'm looking forward to that English lit class. I remember... I think Lily used to read to me."
Her pack turned to look at her, with soft eyes. Hermione took a few steps toward her but stopped when Amy groaned.
Amy gestured for everyone to start shifting, ready to get the night started. She could smell everyone and their scents were getting more wild by the minute. Draco's smell was still more wild than the others, as he had gotten turned a few weeks later than the rest of them. She had finally killed Greyback after that. The consequences for her weren't pleasant but... well, Hermione did say she had a people saving thing. Even if Draco had been her rival. Amy still hadn't told anyone about what Voldemort had done to her afterward, after he had caught her.
Amy watched as her pack mates all took off their clothes, stashed their wands and started to shift. Dean was already on four legs, yipping quietly and staring at the others. Hermione took more time this moon, as she was pregnant and had to wait for her body to adjust. Amy and Lavender had looked up research on pregnant werewolves and the information hadn't been good. Until they realized that the only information they had been looking at was only for werewolves who weren't witches.
Witches could shape their body, help to shift their whole body and protect the fetus, at a full moon.
Loud howls brought her back to the cool, slightly windy evening in September. Six wolves were sitting on their haunches, staring at her. Amy snorted, studied each wolf. Neville and Draco were sitting right tucked up against each other, their tails entwined. Ron and Hermione were lying down, Hermione's head on Ron's body. Lavender and Dean were sitting at the edge of their group, with Dean occasionally looking around for any threat.
Amy's wolf was now howling, near drowning out her thoughts. So she let the change happen, flowing over her.
Wolf panted quietly as she took to having four legs again. It had only been a few days since she had changed but this was time for the pack. The human that she was sharing a body with didn't usually let Wolf take control while she was around pack. She didn't want them to worry about her. Besides, she was an alpha wolf; she worried about her pack.
Wolf howled and her pack joined in, their voices echoing through the forest. Wolf bared her teeth and smiled, cuing in on a big buck that would provide for her pack. Her pack all turned back to look at her then one by one they all came up to her, sniffing her then licking her chin. Wolf licked them back a little, tilting her head when the youngest stumbled on his way back to his mate.
She yipped in excitement and encouragement then took off, hearing her pack joyously follow. A few of them weaved in between the group, running playfully past each wolf. She grinned, teeth showing. Wolf remembered what they all smelled like a few human years ago, when the bad wizard was trying to kill them. And when the human magical government exiled them. Her pack all smelled like defeat back then. Now... joy and contentment spread through the pack.
Her pack mate, the one that smelled like plants when he was on two legs, came up to her and nudged her playfully. She yipped back and took a deep breath, sniffing the air. She howled and changed direction only for her second to growl in warning. She skidded to a stop from a full out run and growled at her pack, ordering them to a stop. She watched them all stop and barked at her second, telling him to look after the others, then took off to the west of them.
There were two strange wolves running in the same forest. One... She was pretty sure was another Alpha.The other... Wolf was so distracted by what she smelled, she ran straight into a tree.
She shook her head, sat back on her haunches and blinked dazedly. The other wolf, the one that wasn't an alpha, smelled like mate! Both strange wolves also smelled of exhaustion and... Wolf tilted her head, trying to understand what she was smelling. She barked in frustration and finally realized what the scent was. The wolves who were more than a mile away smelled of depression, similar to what her own pack smelled like during the war.
She yipped once and then turned to go back to her pack, howling on the run to alert them. Wolf stopped before her pack and barked at her second, pointing toward the strange wolves with her paw. Her beta barked, growled low in his throat then came toward her with the rest of her pack moving closer together. Wolf and her second took off at a run, toward the strange alpha and the other wolf.
They dodged trees, ran under bushes, jumped over fallen logs and finally they were within sight of the two wolves. The other alpha, who was also a female wolf, growled at them, pushed the other wolf behind her.
Wolf stared at them, tilted her head. The alpha in front of her was new, her nose told her. New and very much wary. Protective too. Wolf yipped quietly, glanced at her second questioningly, who narrowed his eyes but nodded.
She walked toward the new alpha and the wolf who smelled like mate and barked out a questioning sound. The other alpha stopped growling only to flick an ear. The wolf behind the alpha stepped up to stand alongside the alpha and barked questioningly, zeroing in on Wolf.
Wolf crept closer even as the other wolf did too, ignoring the other alpha. The other wolf was all black as opposed to Wolf's coat of white splattered with light reddish big circles. Wolf howled and the black wolf dipped his head wearily then backed up toward the other alpha.
The other alpha stared at them then walked up to Wolf, who returned the stare. She watched as the other female alpha looked at her then at her second then nodded.
Wolf howled louder then took off, hearing three other wolves follow her. The other alpha caught up with her, running side by side.
Wolf turned back to look at the wolf who smelled like mate to her, huffed out a breath then returned to the hunt.
When Amelia woke up the next morning, she felt a peculiar longing in her body. Even though she was curled up with her pack, back on their human legs, she felt lonely. She sighed and sat up, being careful not to disrupt anyone's sleep, and crawled back to the tree that was a few feet from her. Amelia reached under the bush that was right next to the tree and brought out a blanket that she had stashed there yesterday morning and wrapped it around herself.
The two wolves that they had run into last night had left early, after taking their fill of the buck that they had brought down. Amelia remembered how they had smelled and winced. They smelled like they had just had their worlds fall down around them. Like they had just lost their pack.
The bush also hid everyone's wands and the change of clothes everyone usually brought with them for a full moon. But as it was still early on this wintery January morning so she was reluctant to start the day right now. For now she just watched the sun come up, her thoughts going to the alpha wolf and the wolf who was her mate.