AN Hello. I know I should be focussing on my other story but having noted that there aren't really many teen wolf/ harry potter crossovers, I decided to write one myself. It will include mentions of Harry Potter characters as well as a few teachers, but will mainly focus on the pack's journey through their seventh year of Hogwarts (as well as Stydia).
Disclaimer: Please note that I don't in any way shape or form own characters or settings mentioned in this fanfic.
Stars twinkled in the black canvas of the night sky. A street lamp illuminated the dark streets of Scotland in orange, and reflected off the pavement which was wet with rain which had fallen not an hour before. Two figures emerged from the shadows and looked to be in deep conversation.
"Now Harry, I'm aware that miss Granger-"
"Weasley, professor. It's Weasley now." a bespectacled man interrupted.
"My apologies mister Potter, now if you could refrain from interrupting me while I explain the impacts of what miss Gra- Weasley is suggesting." replied a stern woman, who too wore glasses. She continued without waiting for a reply. "As I was saying, I'm aware that Hermione is deeply invested in the well-being of magical creatures, but Hogwarts is a place for witches and wizards, not for supernatural creatures of the night."
"With all due respect professor," argued Harry, "Remus was a werewolf, yet he was admitted to Hogwarts"
"Yes, but Mr Lupin possessed magical abilities. And besides, there are implicit details in which a British werewolf, differs from say, an American one. For example, an American werewolf can shift between forms when motivated or angry. Can you imagine how dangerous hat could be?" McGonagall questioned.
"Like anamagi?" Harry asked. With a sharp nod of her head, McGonagall confirmed his thoughts. "I understand where you're coming from professor, but imagine how much easier the Ministry would have it if we didn't have to deal with magical creatures just because they didn't know how to control themselves. We could teach them control!" Harry exclaimed getting excited about his idea.
"And who, would we get to teach them control?" Minerva asked, eager to see how much he had thought into this.
"Well, I did some research, and there's a werewolf in a little town in California called Beacon Hills. He's an alpha."
"An Alpha?!" McGonagall shouted outraged. "You wish to bring an alpha into my school? To teach vulnerable and impressionable children?"
"Not just any alpha professor, a true alpha. One who rose to power through the goodness of his heart, not the blood on his claws."
"Well I suppose…"
"And his pack of sorts is made up many different supernatural creatures. A banshee, two betas, a were-coyote, a kitsune and two humans, who upon further research, have magical abilities."
"Oh alright. Please inform Hermione that I have agreed to her conditions. How old are these people?" Conceded McGonagall.
"Around eighteen. They would be entering seventh year."
"I shall look into them further. However I believe it best that we only allow the pack you speak of as a trial year, then after graduating they can continue to teach if they wish. Should we inform the students of their new classmates?"
"I think it best. The questions asked about why Hogwarts admitted them so late into their magical education could be far from the truth and much more incriminating. Professor, I suggest you approach them with patients and understanding, for they may look harmless but if they feel threatened, and judging by what's happened in their territory over the past few years they have every right to be, things could get bad." Harry warned.
"I will adhere to your request Mister Potter. Goodnight."
"Scott. Scotty, oh come on buddy you can't just stay in here forever." said a spastic young lad who was pulling at spiderman bed sheets. The boy in the bed gave a gentle tug at them but Stiles went flying.
"Yes I can Stiles now leave me alone." The boy, Scott, answered.
"Okay" Stiles groaned as he scrambled to get up."Okay, I see why you're upset buddy but I mean… you're single now, ready to- no? Okay." he dodged a pillow (one of those new ones that were rock hard) thrown by Scott who was now sitting up looking agitated.
"Dude, I love you, but I swear to God if you make one joke…" Scott let his threat hang and topped it off with a glare.
"So, I see you want to be a lone wolf right now." Stiles began to back out of the room after spotting the dangerous glint in his best friend's eyes. "Well, you know, more than you already are. Too soon?" He suddenly leapt ungracefully out of the room before another pillow smacked him in the face.
Scott sank back down in his bed, relieved at the quiet that his friend's departure had encouraged. just as he was drifting back under his covers, a distant "Scott?" came from downstairs. Knowing that Stiles wouldn't stop until he came down, he angrily threw back the covers, huffed, and trudged downstairs.
"What?" He moaned. When no answer came, he sighed and went further into the kitchen. There was Stiles pressed against the wall with a look of confusion on his face. "Dude seriously. What?" his voice got slowly louder as he went on.
"Shhh" Stiles slapped a hand over Scott's mouth. The werewolf in question raised an eyebrow at the gesture and dared Stiles to say something stupid with his eyes. In response to this, Stiles said nothing at all, and merely pointed toward the kitchen counter. Rolling his eyes, Scott turned expecting to see that Stiles had been terribly over dramatic about seeing a spider. What he did not expect to see, was a massive barn owl staring him down, with at least five letters attached to it's leg.
"What the…?" Scott murmured to himself after Stiles had removed his hand. "Call the others." He ordered, after his keen eyesight saw that each letter was addressed to members of the pack. Stiles obediently did what he was told, and unsurprisingly, Scott heard him call Lydia first. Ever since the Dread Doctors, Stiles had been keeping an almost constant watch over the neighbourhood banshee. Not that Scott blamed him.
Half an hour later they were all dotted around Scott's kitchen, eyeing up the large nocturnal bird that seemed to be delivering letters in the early hours of the afternoon. After five minutes it was Lydia who brooke the silence.
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?"
"We don't know." replied Scott taking a step towards the owl. It swivelled its head round and angrily flapped its wings screeching and hissing.
"Okay why don't we let the humans deal with the bird." said Stiles. "Mason?" he turned to the newest addition of the pack. Mason was speechless for a minute blinking and gaping at Stiles, silently protesting to his pack mates. They all however just shot him looks of sympathy.
"Nice bird…" Mason took a tentative step forward. Instead of reacting the way it did to Scott, the owl offered its leg to Mason, obviously wanting him to remove the letters. He did so and as soon as they were detached, the owl flew out of the window and perched on the fence outside. The pack migrated to the sitting room, with some aka Stiles, Liam and Mason launching themselves onto the couch; others (cough Lydia cough)perching on the edge of an armchair; and the rest pacing around the room.
"Should we open them?" asked Liam glancing at the elegant scripture which read:
Mister Scott McCall
Smallest Bedroom
41 Wickers Street
Beacon Hills
California
"We'll open mine first" answered Scott. "It could be anything."
The pack gathered around the table in anticipation. Scott carefully opened the letter and set it down for everyone to see.
Dear Scott McCall,
It has come to our attention that you are true alpha, a very rare kind of werewolf, and your pack could solve many problems that the British Ministry of Magic is having with magical creatures. We have received reassurance that you have graduated from muggle high school and are therefore free to continue schooling somewhere else. This is an opportunity to learn more than you thought was possible about a secret society.
The board of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has decided to offer you a place in our new program. You and your pack will be a trial run for the duration of the school year, ending with your graduation and a job offer to continue teaching supernatural and magical creatures to learn control, so as not to harm as many people.
Should you choose to accept, please find enclosed a list of all the supplies you will need. These can be bought in Diagon Alley in London. Also, you should find plane tickets for a one way flight to England. If you wish to return to America at the end of the school year, Hogwarts will provide you with the necessary money.
The rest of your pack have also had a similar letter delivered to them by owl. They can also choose whether or not to come of their free will, should they decide differently to the rest of the pack. Even one of you coming would mean a great deal to the wizarding community of the UK.
We have received notice of incidents that have occurred in your territory of Beacon Hills, and both realise and accept if you are wary about leaving it unprotected. In response to this, should you choose to accept our offer, we will send some of the Ministry's finest to protect your town. This may be beneficial as many beings belonging to the supernatural world are unaware of the wizarding world.
When you have made a decision, please send back your answers with Hercules (the owl which delivered your letters). Once we have received not of your decision, we will, depending on your answer, supply you with further information, or leave you be.
We expect your reply by no later than the 31st of July.
Yours faithfully
Professor Minerva McGonangall
Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.