Disclaimer: Harry Potter is a franchise created by J.K. Rowling and not my self. I do not claim to own it. Teen Wolf is a franchise created by Jeff Davis and not myself. I do not claim to own it. This story is not written for profit, rather for the joy of writing.

Harry Potter/Teen Wolf crossover

The House of Emsworth is well known amongst the communities of werewolves around the world, similar to the Hale family. When remaining inconspicuous, the Emsworth's use an alias passed down from one of the first werewolves in their line- Evans. While the Potter's were murdered by Voldemort, the remainder of the Emsworth family was taken out by a family of hunters in a fit of rage. This left the Dursley's and the Potter's alive. Harry has inherited the werewolf gene.

Rules

Harry Potter is the alias of Halley, Halstead, or Hendrick Emsworth. Other names meaning 'house' in English or German also work.

Harry is a werewolf like the ones in Teen Wolf. Explanation for different types is up to the author.

Petunia did not inherit the werewolf gene like Lily did but she still raised Harry as a werewolf, teaching him control in the ancestral home in Hampshire, England.

Begins in the Goblet of Fire while no one knows Harry is a werewolf. Must be between the Quidditch World Cup and Halloween (when champions were chosen).

The first task brings Harry up against a partial pack of five werewolves, revealing that Harry is a werewolf. The Hale/McCall pack (members at any point in time) is the pack that Harry faces.

Rather than Ron returning to being Harry's friend, he and Hermione turn against him.

The second challenge remains the same.

The third challenge remains the same.

After the Goblet of Fire, Harry leaves Hogwarts for any reasons to do anything.

Weasley bashing (not twins or Charlie)

Guidelines

(fem)Slash

Fem!Harry

Any pairings save Harry/any Weasley are welcome

Nice!Dursleys

Remus is closely involved

Forbidden

Harry/any Weasley

Harry not being a werewolf

Anything going against the rules above.

Deep down, Halstead knew that no alias could protect him from what was coming. There was no way to stop that goblet from glowing and beginning to shoot fiery pieces of paper into the air like petite fireworks, no way to stop the fourth little firework from exploding from the goblet like all its predecessors and no way to delay the inevitable reading of the name printed in cold block letters on the piece of paper: Harry Potter.

Halstead wasn't fond of the name, much preferring the slight complexity of his true name, the name chosen by his mother at his own naming ceremony.

Yet that was aside the point.

Spurting sparks of glowing blue fire at the front of the Great Hall was the Goblet of Fire, a relic enchanted by Norse druids and stolen by English wizards. The goblet was carved from wood of an old and powerful oak tree, giving it some degree of power. It was around three feet tall and carved with intricate designs. In the long years since having been stolen, the wizards had carved it down further so that the neck was akin to a crown growing from the wood. Around a third of the goblet remained as it had been originally, dark and uneven wood holding the power of the aged oak tree it had been carved from. The lip of the goblet had runes carved to it, adding to the goblets power and partially making up for the wood carved away.

A frown marred Halstead's normally clear features. "Bleeding fear of the dark," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh hush, Harry," the brunette sitting across from him, Hermione, scolded. "The goblet's about to choose! Oh this is so exciting."

Groaning, Halstead hid his face among his arms as a tell-tale 'whoosh!' brought forth the first of the Tri-Wizard Champions.

"The champion for Durmstrang," Headmaster Dumbledore read out in a voice firm before the other schools, "is Viktor Krum!" Cheers rose into the air like sparks of bright colours cast from false wands. The roar of applause sweeping through the Great Hall drowned out all of the chatter that was likely taking place. Krum rose to his feet from the Slytherin table where he had been seated, walking towards the extra room juts off from the Great Hall with a slight hint of clumsiness Halstead knew as something that came only to a person more comfortable flying through air than walking on the firm ground. Viciously loud to his sensitive ears, Headmaster Karkaroff joined with a shout of his delight.

Mere seconds after the applause and cheering died off, the fire within the goblet shot forth another slip of paper with a name written in an intricate penmanship.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore shouted in the same tone as before. And again, the cheers rose into the air though this time accompanied by wolf whistles from the hormonal teenagers filling the Great Hall. As Delacour made her way between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, Halstead took note of the grace of a dancer from an early age, something only acquired in a few disciplines. Somehow he had a hard time believing that Delacour, a dainty French girl from a wealthy family, would bring herself to as dangerous of activities as any form of martial arts. Halstead's own disciplines of stick fighting, more accurately bataireacht and arnis, and any form of fist fighting that he could pick up during his summer training sessions with Uncle William, Cousin Alberta and Cousin Magnus.

Halstead was really beginning to wonder if he was ADHD.

Finally, the goblet spat forth a tongue of blue flames spiralling into read as it grew higher, delivering the final slip of paper into Dumbledore's waiting and wrinkled hand. Carefully, he unfolded the simple piece of parchment. A smile as wide as the Great Hall split over his face as he read out the should-be final name. "The champion for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!" Before said teen's last name had even been read out, the cheers went from polite to a deafening roar that filled Halstead's ears with an unpleasant thrum. All that was left to do was wait for the final name to be spat from the Goblet of Fire to Dumbledore's surprised hand and to be read out to the absolute horror of everyone in...

"Excellent!" Dumbledore roared as the last cheers died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-"

Even with his head in his arms, Halstead knew what had happened. A final column of flames borne from the goblet would be dancing before Dumbledore now, a final slip of parchment on it to be snatched with automatic fingers and then finally read out to fill the room with horror.

"Harry Potter!"

Within the few seconds between the name being read and every head turning to gaze at Halstead, a cricket chirped somewhere near by. Automatic and terrified, Halstead slowly lifted his head and rose to his feet. No emotions, he reminded himself. No show of fear or confusion or anything else. Don't stumble and don't glide either. Be what blank.

His feet dragged across the stone floor like the marching step of pirates awaiting execution in a scene out of Pirates of the Caribbean. His shoulders were hunched into himself slightly as every gaze in the entire hall rested on him and him alone. It was enough to make anyone panic.

What had once been hushed murmurs became a cacophony of noise.

"Cheater! Liar! Scum!" Voices seemed to scream at him. "And he expected it, too! Probably placed his name in that goblet and was just waiting for it! That should have been my spot and now precious Potter is up there stealing all the glory once again."

If his eyes hadn't been glowing before, they probably were now, thankfully hidden beneath green contacts. The golden light was likely supressed by the thin layer of plastic that allowed Harry to remain hidden. Instantly nervous, Halstead ducked his head down in hopes of hiding the features he knew would soon be shifting.

Now, he thought, is a time for a mantra. Or claws in palms. But that would be too late.

Halstead mentally ran over the House of Emsworth mantra, a proverb from their Norse ancestors. My name is not my own. It is borrowed from my ancestors. I must return it unstained. My honour is not my own. It is on loan from my descendants. I must return it unbroken. Our blood is not our own. It is a gift to generations yet unborn. We should carry it with responsibility.

His footsteps stumbled on the hard ground as panic continued to rise up his throat, heart beating to the pounding of African drums. My name is not my own, my honour is not my own, our blood is not our own.

Rumours had begun to spread of a particularly effective mantra adopted by a Buddhist pack in California, a mantra that seemed to work with every bitten wolf no matter how angry they became but Halstead wasn't a bitten wolf and he wasn't angry oh he was so scared and he couldn't think, the sounds were pouring into his brain and drowning out all thought and-

His mind shifted. Hands in tight fists, Halstead dug each claw into the palms of his hand. "Pain keeps you human," Uncle Will had told him. "Wolves rule over pain, humans bow to it. Bow to the pain, Halley, and remain human." He'd smiled at his nephew with sharpened canine teeth, allowing the wolf within him to congratulate his pup. His hair had been ruffled before the elder wolf had returned to his book.

Almost there, his thoughts betrayed his emotions. A drop of blood dripped through his knuckles, dripping to the floor with a soft plop that could have been heard a thousand kilometers away. He ducked through the door, greeted by the quiet warmth of a small room.

Already within, the true champions glanced up at him curiously. Krum had been gazing at the fire scornfully while Delacour had been speaking with Diggory.

"What eez it?" Delacour demanded. "Do zey want us back in zee 'All?"

Halstead's eyes landed on her coolly. "I'm not an owl."

Pounding hearts, faster than Halstead's own, beat from behind. A moment later, people rushed into the room led by Ludo Bagman, the rather presumptuous man grabbing Halstead's arm and dragging him forward. The urge to growl was near overwhelming.

Calculated green eyes landed on Bagman as Halstead snatched his arm back, curving hands into fists. "Do you know the feeling of wanting to rip a throat out?"

Bagman grinned at Halstead with cheer. "Why yes, my dear boy, I do. Every time I watch and English quidditch game, actually. Bloody hell, that te-"

"That's the feeling I have right now."

Ignored once again. ""Extraordinary!" he muttered. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen... lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce, incredible as it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion!"

Halstead sighed. "That statement is rather ridiculous. Tri implies three... so care to tell me why I'm standing here rather than eating my dinner?"

"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. "E cannot compete. 'E eez too young."

"Damn right, Delacour."

A group of professors hustled in the door. Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Maxime, Snape and McGonagall all included. The organizer of the tournament, Mr. Crouch, joined them.

It was a matter of minutes before the Headmasters' and Headmistress were at each other's throats over Halstead. Professor Snape certainly wasn't helping the situation, rather provoking it quite a bit. My name is not my own, my honour is not my own, our blood is not our own. A roar went up from each of the three entering parties. Occasionally, Halstead would make a comment. Largely, he remained silent in hopes of not provoking the wolf.

What felt like hours later, Halstead had exhausted his mantra and been ordered off to bed.

"So," Diggory offered up as they left the second room for the Great Hall. "We're playing against each other!" He sounded all too excited. Perhaps that quidditch match the previous year had gone to his head.

Halstead nodded slightly.

"So... tell me..." grinned Diggory as they reached the entrance hall, which was now lit only by torches in the absence of the Goblet of Fire. "How did you get your name in?"

"I don't suppose you of all people would believe me but I didn't. Watch out for the First Task. It'll involve a beast of sorts, possibly multiple. I did my research over the summer. Something more is at stake this time, though. Perhaps even our humanity."

As the Entrance Hall, they split ways to their respective Common Rooms.

Thanks for reading this and please leave a giving me comments and suggestions for how to improve this. If you read the challenge, you know that I need to choose members of the Hale/McCall pack for Halstead to face so, if possible, make a few suggestions for that.