Me: Soooo, first Teen Wolf fanfic. But it is a crossover with Harry Potter and this isn't my first Harry Potter one. It'll probably be confusing at first sooo… just like… stay with me. If it's really confusing just PM me or something and I'll do my best to clear it up.

Derek: Are you really using Mountain Ash…?

Me: You're new here aren't you?

Stiles: Can I push this button?

Me: No.

Stiles: *taps fingers on knee* What does it do?

Me: Opens the crocodile pit.

Stiles: *freezes* Really?

Me: Yes…

Derek: Why do you have a crocodile pit?

Me: *shrugs* Why do you have a tendency to get together with psychotic woman?

Stiles: That's a low blow. Can I push the button?

Isaac: NO! That doesn't really make sense though…

Me: It does to me. Also, I have your wolfie friend right over the crocodile pit.

Wolves: DON'T PUSH THE BUTTON

Disclaimer Here - I have recently started Season 5 of Teen Wolf, but this is AU and some things might not match up with other things later in the season. I literally just watched the episode with the Sciles breakup.

3rd Person POV

*Eight Years Ago*

The young boy stared behind him, his green eyes glittering. A wasteland looked back. In his hands was a wand, the Elder Wand. The ring, black gem in the middle, rested on his middle finger. A cloak, silvery gray and wispy like, was wrapped around his shoulder. One single tear slipped down his dirty face, the baby in his arms sleeping peacefully. He had to leave now. The war was over and there was no need for him. They had it under control. No one would blame him for leaving. And he had to raise his godson away from all this, away from the place where half the people praised him and the other half hated him. And he already knew where he was going to go; America. If someone were to come looking for him, they wouldn't go there. After the Salem Witch trials America was considered the place where savages went. It was basically the Australia of the Wizarding World.

Then he was gone.

It wasn't long before him and his godson settled down. With the help of the goblin's Harry James Potter officially became Camden Henry Lahey (it only took some minor memory charms to insert himself into the family, making them believe he had grown up with them). And he gained himself a brother, Isaac. They became really close. A few tweaks to his appearance helped him fit completely. His godson kept his name, Teddy Remus. Yet his last name became Lahey as well. Isaac and the newly named Camden's father favorite Camden for a reason Harry didn't understand.

Because Teddy was a metamorphmagus Harry only used his magic to conceal the constantly changing looks. So far it was only hair and eye color, but it was becoming more and more. Harry took a job in the military, becoming a HDT. One of Harry's few friends, a man named Matthew Jones, took care of his godson. But then Harry finally found out more about him being the Master of Death. He could feel his magic changing him. Then one day, an explosion caused everyone in his unit to die. Only Harry remained, but he was declared dead to his family. But that was when Harry knew he couldn't return. He was a hellhound now. So Camden Henry Lahey died that day, with his godson Teddy Remus Lahey.

Jordan Hamish Parrish was born, with his son Theodore (Ted) Richard Parrish. He became a deputy in another town and the Lahey family moved to Beacon Hills to forget about their child's death. Unknown to Jordan, Isaac was now being locked in freezers after his mother's death. Life was good, until one day, five years after the death of Harry Potter, he felt drawn to Beacon Hills. At first he hesitated, but then (at the pull of his magic and hellhound abilities) packed up his family and moved across the country to become a deputy of Beacon Hills. Three years later is when our story begins.

*Present Day (aka after Sciles breakup (though they technically weren't dating))*

Deputy Jordan Parrish returned home, to his eight year old son. Ted (or Teddy as he preferred to be called) immediately ran into his arms and hugged his father tightly. Jordan returned it just as tightly. A small smile crossed Jordan's face as he nuzzled his son's hair, letting the charm drop. It had only been a slight comfort when he found out that Teddy wasn't on the deadpool, as he knew that if he died (which Death assured him he was immortal to everyone/everything but Death himself killing him) Teddy would be alone.

"Papa, what's wrong?" Teddy asked, a surprisingly smart eight year old.

"Nothing Teddy, isn't it past your bedtime though?" Jordan asked sternly.

Teddy grinned innocently, wearing his truck pajama pants and one of Jordan's old t-shirts. A small sigh escaped Jordan's lips and he led Teddy to his bedroom. Only the deputies at the station knew of Teddy, and only the ones he trusted had ever met Teddy. That was only the Sheriff and his son however. Teddy had been babysat by Stiles a few times when Jordan had to work overnight. There had been a few times when Jordan had to bring Teddy to work (actually once and he had pretty much hung out with the Sheriff the whole time, looking over his shoulder and helping him figure out cases).

"I'll tell you a story if you lay down and at least try to go to sleep," Jordan said, pulling Teddy's blue blanket up to the kids chin.

"Okay."

He combed out Teddy's currently blue hair, that had a pink strip it in, "There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The theif took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother's throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life."*

Before Jordan had finished the story, Teddy was half asleep. And by the time he had finished, his son was deeply asleep. With a long and tired sigh, Jordan went downstairs. He could feel some scotch calling his name. Lydia had practically figured out what he was. And Lydia was the first person he felt like he could tell his secret too. He was already planning to have her meet Teddy, as Teddy had a good instinct about other people. If Teddy didn't like her, then Jordan wouldn't trust her. He was already planning to ask Scott, or Derek (as he had returned to Beacon Hills last night, apparently Stiles had called him), to teach Teddy how to control his shift on the Full Moons.

His phone rang and Jordan quickly answered it. Because of how close it was to the Full Moon, Teddy didn't sleep easily.

"Jordan?" It was Lydia.

"What is it?" Jordan asked, leaning against the counter and straining his ears to listen to Teddy's deep breathing.

"Hayden is dying, we need you here."

"Lydia…" the only reason he wasn't still in the cell was because Stiles couldn't babysit tonight (more like the Sheriff wouldn't let Stiles), "I can't leave right now."

"Please," she sounded desperate and Jordan couldn't help but feel his hero-complex return, "Stiles and Scott are fighting, Liam won't trust Scott, Theo is acting weird, no one knows where Malia is, Derek is siding with Stiles so Scott is even angrier than normal… We need you."

Jordan ran a hand through his light brown hair. He had chosen it to fit in with the Lahey's, but changed his eye color and let his hair grow out a bit. It was enough change that no one would mistake him as Camden. Though he highly doubted there was anyone here who actually knew Camden enough to actually even consider the fact. The only ones who might actually know of Camden is the Sheriff and Stiles, but Camden was dead so they wouldn't consider it.

"Please Jordan," Lydia pleaded.

"Is he coming?" Jordan heard Liam in the background. He sounded so depressed, like he had practically given up. Liam was… so desperate. Jordan knew what that was like, he had been there once.

"I'm on my way…" Jordan said, running a hand through his hair, "Give me like… ten minutes though."

He hung up before Lydia could say anything else. It was with a heavy heart he went upstairs to his son. For a few minutes he just stared at his peaceful sleeping face, before casting a charm to let him know when he woke up. Then he cast a few wards to keep anything from getting to Teddy, putting Mountain Ash around his room as a safety measure. Then he left a note next to the bed, to let Teddy know where he was if he did wake up. Jordan kissed his son's forehead before leaving.

It only took him a few minutes to get to the animal clinic. He worked in one as a kid, during the summers when he was still at Hogwarts. When he was at Hogwarts he actually trained with Madame Pomfrey to become a Healer. Then, after becoming Master of Death, he chose to become a Healer again. He already caused enough death and destruction, was it a crime to want to help people?

Lydia opened the door the second he got close.

"Thank you…" she whispered softly as he walked past.

The only thing he did was nod to acknowledge her. Once inside he could sense all the tension in the air, as well as grief and anger. Raising a single eyebrow (something that he had always loved to use as it made people uncomfortable, Stiles called it his "dad-look" and even Teddy had started to use it), Jordan entered the room. Immediately he sought out Liam and Hayden, completely ignoring everyone else.

A strange look crossed Derek's face as he walked past, the werewolf inhaling his scent as he passed. Jordan chose to ignore it, knowing that born werewolves could tell the scent of Hellhounds/Master of Death/just magic in general. Immediately Jordan knelt down next to Hayden, his magic flaring angrily. This was wrong, what she is was wrong. The balance was disrupted. Now he understood why his hellhound was taking over to take them to the Nemeton, as it was the only way to restore order.

"Can you help her…?" Liam asked.

The young werewolf's face was streaked with tears. Hayden was struggling to breathe and Jordan could feel her life leaving her slowly. It was before her time, he knew that the second he saw her. It was with a gentle touch that his hand caressed her cheek. His magic was angry and he knew his eyes were gold now.

"Jordan?" Stiles asked, ignoring the glare Scott sent him, "What are you doing?"

"You smell wrong," Derek stated bluntly.

"I'm sure I do," Jordan replied before grinning at Derek.

"You smell like Death."

"Well, you're the first person to tell me that."

Liam suddenly turned away from Jordan, looking straight at Hayden. Her heartbeat had paused for a second, before starting up again. But it was weaker.

"Can you help her?" Liam begged.
"He's more of a puppy than Isaac," Stiles muttered to Derek.

It was with practice that Jordan's heartbeat didn't jump when he heard his adoptives brothers name. Liam turned his tear filled eyes to Stiles, not even glaring at him. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"I can't help her. But I can take you somewhere that can," Jordan said.

Liam swelled with hope. Carefully Jordan picked up Hayden, supporting her head much like he did when Teddy was an infant. Immediately Liam jumped up, rushing towards Jordan's side.

"I'm coming with you," Liam immediately said.

"I wouldn't expect anything else," Jordan replied, unable to help but think that Liam was a lot like him.

"You're going to the Nemeton," Lydia realized, "But she isn't dead yet."
Stiles looked up, his eyes searching out Jordan. There was almost a small hint of… was that hope? Derek moved closer to Stiles.

"I'm assuming you're all going with me?" Jordan asked.

Theo crossed his arms, looking straight at Jordan. His eyes were filled with anger and… worry? Everyone was acting weird today and Jordan wanted to find out why. Then his charm went off, telling him that Teddy is awake. He hesitated at first before looking at Stiles.

"Can you head to my house? You know where everything is," Jordan said, "Please."

Stiles nodded immediately, his face pale. He patted Derek's shoulder before heading outside. Almost on second thought Stiles looked back at everyone, scanning their faces, before running a hand through his hair. He looked down at the ground before leaving. Immediately Jordan relaxed, Teddy was taken care of.

"Alright, let's go," Jordan said.

Everyone followed him to the car. Liam quickly got into the backseat, taking Hayden back from Jordan. Derek got in the back with him, Scott and Theo opting to stay behind. Lydia climbed into the front seat next to Jordan. They drove towards the woods, Jordan letting instinct take him towards the Nemeton.

"Why does Stiles have to go to your house?" Lydia asked before frowning, "Where do you even live?"

Jordan smiled at her. Lydia reminded him of Hermione sometimes. But in a good way. However, Lydia was her own person so Jordan usually refused to even try comparing Lydia to anyone he knew in any of his old lives. Not even his old lovers.

"I'll explain sometime… Just not now," Jordan amended, "As it's a long story. One that we don't have time for."

"Jordan…"

"I'll explain once Hayden's better."

"She's getting worse," Liam whispered.

Jordan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Stopping the car when there was no more room for them to continue driving. Liam got out, cradling a barely conscious Hayden. Her heartbeat was getting slower and slower. Carefully Jordan took her from Liam, cradling her to his chest. Almost subconsciously his body began to flame and smoke, trying to restore the balance and return the girl back to being human. But his magic alone wouldn't manage it.

Derek started next to him, moving away slightly to avoid being burnt. His eyes reflecting the flames back at him, fear crossing the born werewolf's face. Jordan felt regret for a second before walking towards the Nemeton. He ignored how Liam went to tackle him, worried that the flames would hurt Hayden. However Lydia held him back, watching Jordan.

The walk to the Nemeton seemed shorter than it was when he first came with Lydia. Everyone recoiled at the sight of the bodies surrounding the base. Fear returned to Liam's eyes.

"You said you'd help her!" Liam screamed, struggling against Derek and Lydia.

Jordan laid Hayden on the Nemeton, feeling the wild magic cover her. All the mercury drained out of her body and her body began to return to normal. With the help of Jordan's magic she healed completely. Every slight issue and imperfection was healed. Hayden inhaled deeply, her heartbeat returning to normal. Liam relaxed, going limp in the others arms.

"She's resting," Jordan whispered, touching Hayden's forehead.

"I think you owe us an explanation," Derek demanded.

"I'm only going to explain once. And it's not tonight."

His eyes narrowed dangerously, the werewolf not liking the answer. Yet Jordan wasn't going to let himself be intimidated. He didn't care what the others thought. Right now he just wanted to go home, rest, and take care of his son. And, judging by how exhausted Stiles looked earlier, he was going to have to insist that the teenage boy stay the night. There was no way that Stiles was driving back to his house that tired.

"I'm coming with you," Lydia demanded.

"Lydia…"

"No."

There was no arguing with her.

Me: I swear there's more of a prompt than this. Isaac will return (how can he not?), I am shipping Lydia and Jordan/Harry/Camden, I might do Sterek (but it won't be major), and Theo's fate is uncertain.

Stiles: I want him dead.

Me: So do I but…

Stiles: No buts kill him. *looks at another button*

Me: If you push that button I swear to God Stiles Theo will live.

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