Predators of the Moon

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter.

Pairing: Derek Hale/Harry Potter

New York

"Congratulations ladies and gentlemen, you're no longer probationary Aurors," Harry called out to the dozen recruits who had worked dedicated and hard for the past two years to accomplish their goals and dreams. Harry patiently waited for the spontaneous outburst of cheering and loud applause to die down. A rueful smirk on his face, feeling extremely proud of himself, "Today you'll not only be getting your badges and guns, but you'll be starting your first job in the police force. Do you have any questions you want to ask?" they were currently all standing around the meeting hall, having been waiting anxiously for the results. Harry didn't keep them in suspense.

"I do," one of the two witches who had gone through the training and passed while many others had failed.

"Yes, Trisha?" Harry asked, making a motion for them to all reclaim their seats.

"Do we get to choose where we are going?" Trisha Reeves questioned, she almost didn't want to go out there and do her job, she'd been having so much fun learning, and Harry was a brilliant boss. He wasn't a pushover, but he was willing to listen, and had helped her when she really needed the aid.

"Ah, this is where this comes into it," Harry gestured towards the pile of paper in front of him. "These are questions that require answering, try to be as honest as possible. One of the questions is where you'd prefer to work, now obviously it may not always work out, but I will try to situate you as close to your preferred preferences as possible. You'll have more luck ending up with where you want to go if you get a cold case," everyone nodded unsurprised.

With this new department just up and running for the past four years, with limited members, it was mostly cold cases they had been dealing with. Or maybe that was just something their boss did during training.

Another hand raised, "Yes Mike?" Harry called out to the healer.

"I have a part-time job, will that be affected if I begin working at a No-Maj hospital?" Mike Young questioned, it was something that had been playing on his mind for a long while now. He liked his work at St. Harkaway's Magical Hospital, so named after the president of MACUSA who had it built. He'd started off as an apprentice there, but this job opportunity had been too exciting to turn down, he had learned to be a Doctor as well as Healer, taking up nearly all of his free time but it was worth it. He continued to work Part-Time, but now it was graduation time, and he was worried he would be left with no time at all if he kept both positions.

"No, any job we get you at a No-Maj hospital will be a flexible work schedule, Part-Time of course, if you find it too difficult my door is open," Harry stated seriously, he definitely didn't want to lose either Mike or Sam come to that, they were the best of the recruits, and he didn't have many healers here, just four out of the dozen who had just become full-fledged members of MACUSA's Federal Bureau Covert Vigilance Taskforce.

"Anyone else have any questions? I'll need to wrap this up quickly!" Harry called out to everyone, flicking his wand, the paper on the table floated up and zoomed towards each individual that was present.

"Brook?" Harry called out when she raised her hand.

"How long will each assignment last?" Brook Hodgins asked her boss, gleaning the questions on the paperwork.

"As long as it takes to be resolved," Harry stated firmly, "Once it's been done, you'll stay for another month or two to avoid any suspicion or until another case comes along. When and if you're given a case, you don't think you'll be able to do it then speak up, I don't want to have to insert someone else into the picture, and it will take weeks realistically to get someone else put onto the case." by that time people could be murdered or worse magic exposed.

Another glance at the time, "Fill out the paperwork, you have ten minutes," Harry told them. "Then head out for an early lunch," it was not all that early, just twenty minutes. They were all probably just dying to leave work, to celebrate, he made a mental note as he sat down, to ensure he warned them to either stick to their pubs or not to drink much in the No-Maj pubs, it wouldn't look good if they actually did any exposing after years of working to ensure magic wasn't exposed.

He grabbed the folders still on the desk, he shuffled them all into one pile, he'd work from his office for the rest of the day. His office was closely located to the Major Investigation Department since he would be working closely with them. For the next ten minutes, all that was heard in the room was the scratching of quills and the occasional scrape of a chair as people shifted or relaxed back after finishing answering. Harry was extremely happy with the outcome, he had proved he had what it took to do the job despite the shaky start. It didn't help that everyone was older than him, and didn't take well to being forced to answer to a teenager who had barely graduated from magical school.

"Boss?" was called out followed by someone clearing their throat, bringing Harry out of his thoughts.

Harry's head jerked up, roaming over the twelve people seated in the room, nodding absently when he noticed that they were done. "Go on then, head for lunch, I'll see you all back here afterward." Harry urged them, picking up the folders and everything he'd need as the room emptied very quickly. It wasn't even a few moments later that he heard the lift being opened and the voices overlapping as they requested to be taken down to ground level to go get lunch. Summoning the questionnaires he had them complete he placed it atop of the folders he'd read them in the relative safety of his office.

Harry just shook his head, they might be older than him in age, but they definitely liked to act immature when they were with a group of their own peers. Harry had never been that way, he wasn't one for drinking and going out having parties. People would probably accuse him of being boring, but he just didn't take to frivolity. He'd grown up too soon, same as everyone magical back in Britain, especially those who had been forced to fight for their lives.

Walking the short distance to his office, he touched the door, which glowed briefly and opening for him. Leaving the door ajar, Harry plopped his work onto his desk and sank down onto the seat. His office was positively bursting with cold case boxes and files all neatly stacked, with the current cases taking front and center. He worked most of the cold cases along with the senior staff, while the new staff would be working current cases. Which he now had to divvy up, giving those with real reasons the area they want, as opposed to empty excuses the others give for their own desires to be in a certain police force or hospital.

A knock at the door distracted his perusal of the paperwork in front of him, "Come in,"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, what would you like today?" a young eighteen-year-old asked, smiling happily, a large tray of lunch foods trailing behind her. "We have Tuna and sweetcorn, Tuna crunch and Tuna and cucumber today," she added, knowing Harry's favorites, he frequently requested Tuna.

"Tuna crunch sounds good, and a Pepsi if you have any," Harry said, giving her a small smile in thanks, but it abruptly faded in the face of the flush that stole over her features. Blatantly ignoring it, he was most definitely not going to encourage her. He wished he could say he wasn't sure how to deal with it all, but he was, Merlin he was four years older than her but he felt decades older, and it still made him feel uncomfortable too. All they saw was his looks or his name, they didn't really care about him plus he preferred his own gender, Ginny had put him off girls permanently. The thought of being with one was enough to make him shudder in revulsion. Plus he had a boyfriend who he adored, who cared for him and not what or who he was.

He handed over the money, and ignored her completely, he couldn't wait until today was over with. Sobering up when he was reminded how difficult today was for Derek. He too was probably feeling the same way, today was the anniversary of his family's death. He wasn't sure whether Derek had actually gone to work today, not with the anniversary and the full moon, even the strongest person had difficulty.

Harry rummaged in his pocket to find his phone, and called Derek, just to check on him. He knew nothing could help make Derek feel better, but he knew his presence helped a little. It was just a dark day for them, and Harry understood that. He ended the call before he voicemail could come on, before shooting off a text message. Putting his phone on his desk, he sighed softly.

Picking up a single file, with the name HALE blazoned across it, inside housed absolutely everything he knew about the Hale fire. More than any single investigation could bring forth. He read through everything during his lunch hour at least once a week. He had wanted to transfer Peter to a magical facility, unfortunately knowing his family and Laura denying him his request, legally his hands were tied. If he actually moved Peter without her consent she could actually have him arrested for kidnapping. He wasn't sure if she would actually have him arrested but Derek had made him promise not to.

It was ironic really, he had gotten on well with Laura for over a year after which she let Derek tell him the truth, and after he found out everything…his respect had dwindled severely. When certain subjects weren't brought up they got on well enough, but their arguments were on the epic proportion scale, especially considering she couldn't force him into submitting to her. It vexed her something rotten, to be questioned on things, she just refused to listen to reason. He kept the arguments to a minimum though, he didn't want to upset Derek, who despite the fact his own relationship with Laura was oftentimes fragile, loved her enough to follow her even knowing she was wrong.

She was the only family he had left - except Peter but he was comatose - so it was no surprise.

Not surprising, his entire lunch hour between eating his sandwich was a wasted one, he had his teams memorize Kate Argent's face, in hopes of catching the bitch. Unfortunately, the woman was extremely difficult to pin down, as was the rest of her family, the only one he'd actually seen was Christopher Argent and his family in Los Angeles. No sign of Kate was gleaned from the undercover work his people had done.

A sudden knock at his door brought him out of his thoughts, flipping the folder closed, but the picture of Kate Argent was burned into his retinas. "Come in," Harry called out, he made no effort to hide the folder, everyone knew about his connection to the case and the victims.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Nick questioned as he entered the room, a bundle of files following him, before being directed to his desk.

"I'm fine," Harry said wryly, watching as Nick nabbed the other half of his sandwich hungrily. "Thanks for bringing them along, are they all current cases?" glancing briefly at the bundle.

"Yes, not all confirmed though," Nick informed him, sitting himself across from Harry, watching him with a pensive gaze. Quite a few of their cases came from reading the newspapers, then there were people posing as 'reporters' or officers to find out more, to see if there was a legitimate case. "The two on top are unconfirmed."

"I'll head out this afternoon to see if there's anything to them," Harry placed the two files on the front and center of his desk.

"I'll do the work here, you head out and get everything done, head home early," Nick demanded, sounding like the boss he actually was. He knew it was the only way he would get Harry to do anything is by demanding. "It's not a suggestion." he knew what day this was, he had seen the entirety of the Hale file. Knew that Harry was dating Derek Hale, the victim. He could also see that Harry was distracted today and not his usual self.

"Thanks, boss," Harry murmured, stretching out, before standing up grabbing the files and phone before heading out.

Suppressing a yawn, Harry groaned tiredly, stretching out a little as much as he was able to in his car. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he grabbed his Styrofoam coffee cup and drank deeply from it before replacing it in the cup holder, revving his engine as the light changed, before his sleek black Camaro was racing off, turning the last corner and into the buildings private parking, and before long he was parked in how own spot. By Merlin he was exhausted, he'd been up since before six am this morning and it was now eight o'clock at night. His so-called 'head home early' hadn't' worked out at all, those two cases had ended up more complicated than he'd anticipated.

Sliding out, grabbing his plastic bag containing the food, he was much too exhausted to cook tonight, plus he would be on his own - not that there was only one meal in the bag, there was something for Derek when he got in after romping around howling at the moon - cooking for just himself wasn't all that appealing tonight. Absently grabbing his coffee too, he locked the car with a single click. He drank the rest of his coffee and flung it into a nearby bin as he rounded the building, nodding to the doorman as he made his way inside.

Pressing the elevator button, waiting on it coming to the first floor. Rubbing his jaw and cheek tiredly, he never thought choosing this job could be so bloody exhausting. Certainly different from what he had started out as. After he had defeated Voldemort, he'd been set to marry Ginny, wanting to marry her as soon as possible, so completely in love, until an accident uncovered Ginny's use of a love potion literally hours before the wedding was due to proceed. With the potion still in him, he'd been so sure someone had fucked up, that it was wrong, an accident. He'd been squirreled away by the Minister, Shacklebolt, he was given the antidote three hours after his wedding was supposed to have taken place and it began to wear off horror and sickness evaded him.

Shaking off his thoughts, it had been years, he would not dwell on it. He sighed in relief when the elevator pinged open, he stepped inside, pressing for the top floor.

He had never intended to stay in New York, but he was glad he had otherwise he wouldn't have met Derek. He'd wanted as far away from Britain as possible when the love potion wore off, he'd returned only once, and that was for her trial. It had been the first time he'd heard all the details. Ginny had been brewing it since they first began 'dating' when he was sixteen. She'd run out of funds and couldn't sneak any from the twins so he'd been able to overcome his potion based allure to Ginny and thus break up with her. At some point she's snuck into the pub while they were talking to Aberforth Dumbledore, and doused his drink. Beginning the allure to her yet again, and it had continued for an entire year and one month. They'd planned a summer wedding, he hadn't wanted to wait any longer to call her his. Nobody else had been in on it, just her, but it had devastated the Weasley's. Hell, it had devastated him for crying out loud.

It had been Shacklebolt who helped him get a job out of Britain, hunting down a few of the Death Eaters who had been more than just suspected of leaving the country. He'd tracked them all the way to New York, most of them alive, and he'd ensured their transportation back to Britain to be tried for their crimes. A few had committed crimes, murdering Muggles forcing Harry to have to deal with it, either by removing all and any magical aspect that might be found out or Obliviating the officers involved, ensuring the statute of secrecy wasn't disturbed. Along the way, he'd begun working at MACUSA, and before long they created a whole new department that centered around policing the police to prevent magical exposure on a more mundane level. That department for which he was responsible for.

In other words, he was in charge of making sure every single member of his team could pass without suspicion in the Mundane world, as they liked to call the Muggle world. Then they were sent to the biggest Mundane police forces out there, with the biggest magical population or unexplained/supernatural deaths and either making them disappear if the situation was resolved or dealing with the problem and ensuring it was put to bed. He had become a boss before he was even out of his teens, he had nonetheless worked extremely hard to prove that they had picked the right person. Some of his team had not made it easy, especially considering to them, they were taking orders from a kid. That was until they saw an epic all-out duel Walden Macnair, who hadn't been seen since Hagrid said he slammed him into a wall during the battle of Hogwarts.

It was hard work, but he wouldn't change careers for anything, things would calm down now though, he thought with relief as he opened the door to the Condo, he had finally signed off on the newest team he'd been assigned a year ago. He had over sixty team members he was responsible for.

The Condo wasn't in darkness, Derek obviously hadn't left yet he plopped the keys into the bowl next to the door. Wandering over to his kitchen, the open plan making it extremely easy to do. He placed the bag containing the containers of food on the island counter, suppressing another yawn. "Derek?" he waited a few moments before shrugging, maybe he'd just forgotten to turn the lights off and was already with Laura.

Merlin, he needed a shower, glancing at the food he thought about what he wanted more, a shower then food or food then a shower? The dirt covering him made his decision for him. Rummaging in his pocket, he removed his wand and placed a heating charm on the food to keep it from going cold on him. Sliding it back in, he meandered towards his bedroom, ensuring the blinds were closed before he stripped down, emptied his pockets on the bed and shoved everything in the hamper, absently noticing that yet another pair of Derek's jeans were ripped. Grinning wryly, he shook his head. Remembering that his phone was dead, he nipped around to his side of the bed and plugged it in to charge. He'd decided on an iPhone 4, it looked sturdy enough, he hoped it proved itself, he couldn't use magic on it, after all, otherwise, it would fuck up. He had a second one as back up, his phone was extremely important and he had to have it charged at all times just in case.

Today had been the first time he had forgotten to charge it the night before.

He didn't wait around for it to come back on, instead, he slid into the bathroom and into the shower stepping aside as he switched it on, letting it run for a few moments before stepping into contact of the spray yanking out his hair tie and putting it on his wrist. The water relaxing his tense body, a groan of relief slipping past his lips.

He blindly grabbed his shampoo turned slightly, letting the water cascade down his back as he scrubbed his scalp and his shoulder-length hair letting it lather deeply before stepping back into the warm spray. Nabbing a cloth, squirting some shower gel onto it, he briskly scrubbed his body, his stomach starting to grumble in a complaint. He hadn't eaten anything since lunch at twelve, and that was nothing more than half a sandwich.

His ears picked up quiet sounds, cocking his head to the side, he listened intently. A few moments later he heard the door opening, "Derek? Why aren't you with Laura?" wondering if they'd had words again.

"She isn't in," Derek explained as he joined Harry in the shower, wrapping his arms around his mate, feeling extremely hurt that Laura was choosing today of all days to pull a fast one. It wasn't like her, but he'd been arguing with her a few days ago about Peter. Harry visited Peter often, and he'd finally told her, told her that Peter was showing signs of coming out of his coma and that he wanted to see him - just once - he'd begged her, just once. Short of cutting the ties between his Alpha, there was no way he could get around her demands. "Doesn't smell like she's been there for days,"

"Moving again?" Harry sighed resignedly, Laura had moved over seven times in the years he'd known her. Derek had hated it, and which was why he'd probably been so quick to agree to move in with him when they became serious.

"Maybe," Derek murmured, his face burrowed in Harry's neck, inhaling his scent, nipping lightly.

"She could just be running late," Harry told him as he turned around, ignoring the water that cascaded down both of them. He didn't know what on earth Laura could be doing today, but if it was something stupid because of the row between them…he was going to be furious with her for hurting Derek. "It's still early," wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing his head against Derek's just relishing in the close contact. Knowing more than anything else that this contact would help Derek. His body was warmer than the shower, and Harry couldn't help but shimmy closer.

Pressing his lips to Derek's, kissing him, it wasn't a passionate one, not meant to arouse, but comfort. Chuckling softly at the quiet rumble he heard, he withdrew slightly before speaking, "Come on, lets go eat, you're starving, luckily I brought in takeaway." more than enough for both of them, or at the very least him all night, but do Derek for a few hours before he was hungry again. Especially during this time of the month, he expanded a lot of energy shifting forms.

Stepping out, he grabbed a towel, removing one from the cupboard and passing it over to his partner before leaving the bathroom. Drying his hair as much as possible before he threw the towel into the hamper, just managing to get it in from where he stood. Moving over to his drawers opening and yanked out a pair of boxers and sliding them on. Before opening another and grabbing a baggy t-shirt, he'd bought the wrong size, never bothered to return it, ended up rather liking it.

Padding through to the kitchen in his bare feet, he set out dinner for both of them, grabbing both plates, which was now loaded down with rice with beef and black bean sauce and chicken chow mein and a dozen or so prawn crackers. He put Derek's beef and black bean on the table and sat back and began to eat his dinner as he flicked through his now switched on TV to find something to watch, putting it on Mute so Derek wasn't distracted. He knew without being able to hear that Derek was calling Laura.

Derek emerged from the bedroom half dressed like Harry, phone pressed against his ear a scowl on his face. That scowl was masking the worry he felt. If she didn't answer Harry was going to start getting worried himself. Whether they argued or not, Laura and Derek spoke every night without fail. Losing their entire pack…having only each other to rely on would create a strong desire to know the other was safe. Especially when they constantly feared that hunters were after them, a reasonable assumption to have when their entire family was murdered by one. Unfortunately, Laura didn't have the whole story and Harry had never pushed his partner into telling Laura.

"Still nothing?" Harry asked quietly, as Derek huffed out in frustration as he hung up the phone again. Growling in annoyance, his claws emerging slightly as his anger got the better of him. "Easy, don't destroy another phone, Laura will call you back," he refused to get worried yet. They had spoken last night, everything seemed fine, perhaps a little tense after their argument but as well as the siblings got on any given day.

Slowly unclenching his fist, one finger at a time, he breathed evenly, calming himself down until his shift had faded completely. Moving to sit beside his mate, it calmed him immensely and immediately.

"Eat, we can go look for her afterward, alright?" Harry tried to soothe him. He knew it wouldn't work until Laura got back in touch with him though. It was going to be a tough night for him.

Unfortunately, neither of them ate much, just shoved the food around on their plates more than anything else.

"Alright, let's get going," Harry sighed, admitting defeat twenty minutes later, abandoning his food on the table, making his way directly into the bedroom, Derek following behind him. Within moments they were dressed and headed towards Laura's place.

The apartment was still in darkness, no sign that she'd been there that night, and her car was missing. They began to check all other possible locations. First possible alternative location was Laura's work, but the place was closed up for the night, all cars gone from the parking lot. They then went to Laura's favorite park, restaurant, then as a last resort where Derek and Laura ran in full wolf form, still nothing.

"Do you want to stay here tonight? If not, we will need to leave to get to the condo in time," Harry said quietly, his tone soft and soothing. He was trying to hide his worry, for all he knew Laura had simply been in a crash and having to play the human as to not cause any panic. Or her car broke down, who knew where she was? But her not answering her phone was concerning, he knew he was just deluding himself now. The thought of Derek losing his sister…it worried him greatly, Derek had already lost so much. Giving his hand a squeeze, to try and get his attention which seemed elsewhere at the moment.

Derek suddenly doubling over, taking Harry with him surprised him. "DEREK!" Harry cried out, his heart pounding, he closed his eyes, he didn't need any confirmation on what was happening, he just knew. No matter what happened Laura would never have ignored her brother, not on this night Harry grimaced in pain as the grip Derek hand on his hand tightened to the extent he could feel his bones grinding and his claws digging into his skin like it was butter. His mouth opened, barely refraining from crying out in agony from it.

"Forgive me," Harry murmured, placing his free hand on Derek's left temple and forcing himself into Derek's mind, seeking out the bond between him and his Alpha. He'd never done this before, he wasn't sure if it would even work, but he had to try. It was fading fast, Harry mentally grabbed the pulsing gold and red fading bond, and he blindly Apparated them to her.

Scrambling to his feet, he had no idea where he was, wand raised, the hairs on the back of his neck was raised, there was someone or something here. The growling of red eyes in the tree line just a little to the left from where Laura was shockingly lying on the ground, her neck torn to pieces the blood still oozing from the wound sluggishly.

"Incendio!" but the werewolf was too fast, running on new instincts, it ran away from the oncoming fire utterly terrified by the mere sight of it.

His own blood was soaking his arm and dripping down, where Derek's claws had pierced his skin in four different places.

There we go I think this is a little better, I was going with begin Derek/Harry's relationship just beginning but I sort of froze on that, staring at my laptop with the cursor blinking at me for hours. Without any supernatural element being revealed, I just couldn't think of a way for them to get together...although if you guys have any idea please feel free to share...I do intend to write a prequel if you will about them a short story perhaps 5-10 chapters if that only if I can come up with at least a usable idea on how they meet especially with Harry playing a 'cop' you know. That way everyone will get what they want. Read and Review, please