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This is purely a work of fiction. None of the characters, places, items, or events that will be read is mine.

AS THE LAST PETAL FALLS

SUMARRY: Sirius Black's promise to his friend far outweighs his need for revenge, so he took his goddaughter out of the ruins of the Potter home and decided to build a life away from the Wizarding World. Iris Potter lived her life in Beacon Hills far away from the clutches of the wizards but that doesn't mean that the world she never knew won't come back for her, especially since she is in love with her best friend Scott McCall, a werewolf.


CHAPTER 2: AS THE ROOTS TAKE HOLD


Jackson, age: 1 year and 7 months

Iris, age: 1 year and 6 months


"Are you sure it's wise to bring Jackson along?" asked Mrs. Whittemore as she and her family are sitting patiently at the hospital for Iris' vaccination.

It seems that even though Iris was already a year old, her parents did not have her get any of the shots that were usually given during the first months of the baby and she and his husband are trying to rectify that mistake.

"Why? We have no one who could watch over him and we won't be long anyways." David said to his wife as he entertained Jackson by bouncing him on his knees.

"You know as well as I do that Iris, like any other baby, would cry once she gets her shot and what do you think would Jackson do once he hears her cry?"

David flinched once he saw where his wife was coming form.

They have only had Iris for three months but Iris and Jackson have formed a strong and close bond that only infants could make. He and his wife were relieved. They thought that Jackson might be a bit moody and might see Iris as a competition for his parent's attention instead of seeing her as his sibling.

Luckily Jackson took to her fast and has a habit of making sure that they were in the same room together. Jackson also innately took the role of big brother quite well. Once Iris learned how to toddle, exactly a week after Jackson did, he would hold her hand and have her toddle with him along the living room all the while babbling incoherent stuff to her.

David was happy to see that his children are going along together perfectly but one of the things, quite probably the only thing, he wished would be downplayed even just a little bit was Jackson's over protectiveness of his sister.


"Oh look, honey! Iris can walk all by herself now!" Mrs. Whittemore exclaimed to her husband as she stared fondly at her daughter who was swaying a bit as she took her first unguided steps.

David, who was holding Jackson's hand as he tends to bump into stuff while walking, went to see what his wife was talking about.

He wore a big smile as he watched his daughter walk by herself, her little face scrunched in concentration as she tried to balance her weight on her two little feet.

"Come on, baby girl, come to Daddy!" David encouraged as he knelt down and opened his arms for Iris.

Iris looked up at the sound of her father's voice and smiled at him.

"Dada!" Iris squealed as she tried to get her father to pick her up.

"No can do sweetie, you can do it, walk to Daddy now." David said to her

Iris mouth formed a pout as her father remained exactly where he is instead of picking her up like she wanted him to.

"Baba Ason," Iris said as she turned to complain to her brother "Baba Ason, Dada no up!"

David tried to suppress his laughter as he watched his two children but unlike him, his wife was not successful in hiding her amusement.

"Dada!" Jackson shouted as he looked up at his father.

This time David was not able to hold in his laughter at the pinched look Jackson was giving him.

"Yes Jackson?" David asked his son once he got his amusement in control.

"Dada, baba Ris up!" Jackson said as he stomped his foot on the carpeted floor, his stuffed lion bouncing as he did so.

Iris, clearly tired of waiting of her father to pick her up finally decided to walk on her own. Her parents watched in bated breath as she neared them. Iris was only a few steps away from them when her foot caught on a bump in the carpet where it scrunched up from all the playing the two babies did. Iris tripped and her little body fell on the floor. Luckily the parents have child-proofed the house and was confident enough that the fall was not hard on her little body.

When David let go of Jackson's hand to check on Iris, Jackson started to toddle fast towards Iris' direction. He was about to follow his son but his wife took hold of his hand and gestured for him to stay put.

David and his wife watched as Jackson knelt on the floor near Iris, who was near tears, and started hitting the carpet with his stuffed lion.

"Bad, bad, bad!"

The couple burst into loud laughter at their son's actions. Jackson, hearing their laughter fixed his father with a rather adorable glare.

"Dada bad! Baba Ris no up!"

The couple could say they have never laughed harder in their entire life.


"Mr. and Mrs. Whittemore, you're up next."

David's musings was cut short as the nurse called their names.

They entered the doctor's room were a man with graying hair was waiting for them.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Whittemore, I take it we are not here for Jackson today?" asked the doctor to the couple.

"No, we would just have Iris here get her shots." Mrs. Whittemore said to the doctor.

"Alright then, let us not waste time." the doctor said as he took the syringe from his table and started to remove the excess air inside. "If you could just hold her still for me."

Mrs. Whittemore steadied Iris and presented her arm to the doctor. Iris had no reaction when the needle was injected into her but once it was removed her wails filled the room. The doctor quickly placed the cotton on her arm as Iris' wails got louder.

Mrs. Whittemore looked at her husband as he struggled with holding Jackson who was squirming non-stop in his father's arms. Jackson was glaring at the doctor who paid it no mind and merely chuckled in amusement. Seeing that his glare did nothing, Jackson started to squirm harder and started to mutter incoherently in his father's arms.

Mrs. Whittemore just watched her husband smugly as she mouthed 'I told you so' when their eyes met.


Jackson, Age 2 years and 1 month

Iris, Age: 2 years


The entire Whittemore house was a mess after celebrating Iris' second birthday. The couple was just starting to clean up the mess left behind with the help of Sirius and Remus who took to visiting them from time to time to check on Iris.

"I'm glad that it's finally over." David said as he bent down to pick up the trash bags and handed it to Remus so he can place it on the bin outside the house.

"Oh suck it up; we only do this twice a year." Mrs. Whittemore said to her husband

"Yes we do this twice a year but the last time we did this was last month for Jackson." David whined

"That's one month for you and thirty days for me, dear." Mrs. Whittemore said

"Mama," Mrs. Whittemore looked down to her son who was tugging her skirt to get her attention.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Me and Ris wants ookie." Jackson said

"You can't yet sweetie, you and your sister already had lots today, save some for tomorrow okay?" Mrs. Whittemore told her son.

"But Ris wants ookie!" Jackson said to her mother

"Tomorrow morning, I'll give the two of you cookies after breakfast okay?" Mrs. Whittemore offered to her son "Now go to your sister and play with her for while me and your father clean this up with your Uncle Sirius and Remus."

Jackson walked slowly away, his face set into a pout as his mother did not give him and his sister the cookies that they wanted. David chuckled as he watched his son and continued to clean up the place.

The four adults finished in cleaning up the yard and were ready to settle themselves in the living room for a well deserved break but the children's squeals caught their attention.

Mrs. Whittemore sighed and followed her children's voices to the kitchen and saw the two of them sitting on the floor with the open cookie jar between them. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the top shelf where she placed the jar and saw that it was open. She left the kids alone for a while and returned to the living room.

"Alright, who did it?" she asked once she was on the living room

"Did what?" David asked his wife after the three males shared a look of confusion with each other.

"Who gave the jar to the kids" Mrs. Whittemore explained "I placed the jar on the top shelf and now it's on the floor currently being consumed by the cookie monsters."

Mrs. Whittemore stared accusingly at his husband as David tried to deny any involvement with the scenario.

Remus and Sirius; on the other hand shared an uneasy look between the two of them and remained silent until they left for the day.


Iris, Age: 6 years old


To say that Iris was nervous would be an understatement. She was completely and utterly terrified. Her brother was sick and was coped up in bed since yesterday and her parents told her to not go near Jackson for a while so that she won't catch whatever bug he has.

Staying at home without his brother to play with was completely boring and her mother seemed to think so as well. That is why after she ate her breakfast ad spending time with her sick brother, her parents asked her to change her clothes since her father would be taking her to the playground while their mother stay and take care of Jackson.

Ever since Iris could remember, this is the first time that Jackson got really sick that he was not allowed to step out of the house. Whenever their parents take them to the playground Iris would just stick to her brother's side and Jackson would do the rest. Jackson was not shy in inviting other kids over and was always ready to help her sister out and coax her out of her shell.

Without Jackson there, Iris felt extremely bare and her shyness started to kick in. She fiddled with the end of her shirt as her father placed his hand on her shoulder and gently prodded her to walk towards the playground.

Once all the children playing were in her sight, Iris felt as if her entire body turned into stone and she grabbed her father's pants and clenched it in her little fists. She played with her bangs and made sure that it covered her entire forehead. Her father laughed softly at her reaction and knelt beside her.

"Hey, don't be shy now Iris, go on and play." David encouraged his daughter.

"Don't want to." Iris muttered as she buried her face into his father's shirt.

"Is it because your brother's not here?" her father asked her.

"I want Jackson." whispered Iris

"Don't worry princess, once Jackson is well again I will let the two of you play here all day. Is that a deal?" David said, turning his daughter so that they were facing each other.

"Okay" Iris agreed, albeit weakly

"Now go ahead, play with the other children." David pushed his daughter gently towards the other kids.

Iris walked slowly towards the playground and looked back at his father who nodded at her encouragingly. She looked at all the people there and tried to see who she could approach. There was a group of girls playing in the swing, a group of children using the slides, and a group of boys on the monkey bars and many more varieties all around her. With all her choices Iris can't still choose one, her fear taking the best of her.

She tried to look around once again and caught sight of the sandbox. Her parents seemed too dislike the sandbox since she could remember. They say that it's because she and her brother always end up with sand all over them and it was hard to clean up. But out of all the areas in the playground, it was the least occupied and the one that she can somehow approach despite her nerves.

The sandbox has only two occupants, both boys who have their backs on her. She slowly approached the sandbox taking small steps along the way. Once near enough, he saw that the boys were both trying to build a castle.

She cautiously approached the duo and tried to make her presence known as best as she can.

"Uhhm, hello, can I join?" Iris asked her head downcast and her eyes fixed on her hands which are fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

She dared to glance up at the two boys and saw the two of them looking at her curiously. She was about to say sorry and return to her father when one of the boys handed her a plastic shovel.

"Come on, you're on my team, we'll make a bigger castle than Scott!" the boy who handed her the shovel said.

Iris meekly nodded and joined the two boys on the sandbox.

"I'm Stiles, this is Scott; what's your name?" shovel-boy, or rather Stiles, asked her.

"Iris. My name's Iris."

"Well come on Iris, let's team-up against Scott!" Stiles said as he grabbed his bucket and filled it with sand.

"Not fair! She should join me because the shovel and rake is mine." Scott argued

"But I have the bucket and that makes me cooler."

Iris merely watched as the two boys argued and was silently thanking that their attention was not on her.

"Nuh-uh, shovels and rakes are cooler!"

"Buckets are way cooler!"

"Shovels and Rakes!"

"Buckets!"

"Rake, just look at it!" Scott said placing the rake in front of Stile's face.

"Well then look at this bucket!" Stiles grabbed the bucket to show but he forgot that he filled it with sand.

The weight of the bucket surprised Stiles which caused the bucket to slip from his hands halfway from lifting it and the sand inside the bucket showered the three children.

Iris' eyes were wide as she looked at herself all covered in sand. She looked at the two boys and saw the clear surprise and shock on their faces and despite herself she let out a small chuckle. The two boys snapped their faces in her direction and she instantly closed her mouth. Stiles looked at her then at Scott and he promptly started laughing which lead to Scott laughing as well. Iris looked at the two boys and joined the two of them in their laughter.

That day, the friendship between Stiles, Iris, and Scott was born.


Jackson and Iris, Age: 9


"YOU LIAR!" Jackson shouted, his face red from screaming and his eyes wet with tears "YOU AND MOM ARE LIARS!"

Jackson had Iris behind him and was hiding her from their parents. Iris was watching her brother shout and was crying behind him, her hands holding the back of her brother's shirt.

"Look son-" David tried to explain

"I'M NOT YOUR SON!" Jackson interrupted "ME AND IRIS ARE NOT YOURS!"

"You are; one look at the both of you and we knew you are ours." Mrs. Whittemore said, tears flowing down her cheek "I may not have carried you but you're ours."

"Who are they?! WHO ARE OUR PARENTS?!" Jackson demanded

"We don't know, son, please just listen to us okay?" David pleaded

"NO, I HATE YOU! I HATE THE BOTH OF YOU!"

Jackson ran away from his parents and grabbed Iris' hands making her follow him to his room. Jackson locked his door and tossed away all his pillows and blanket before flopping down on the bed and crying into the mattress.

"Jackson?" Iris tearfully asked

Jackson did not reply and continued crying, never lifting his face from the bed.

"Jackson, what does this mean for us?" Iris asked "Will we have to go away? I don't want to go away."

Jackson lowly stood up from his bed and hugged his sister close to him.

"We only have each other now." Jackson whispered hoarsely

"Jackson?" Iris asked, her tears staining Jackson's shirt "Please don't leave me like our real mom and dad."

"I won't" Jackson said "We'll always have each other."

Unbeknownst to the two children, their parents are outside their door, listening to the both of them but not intruding, letting them have the time and space they needed to absorb the fact that was too early for them to have known.


Iris, Age: 11


Iris was on her way to Stiles' house. Her Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus, who arrived a day before her birthday, was acting funny ever since her eleventh birthday and was clearly reluctant to leave her alone or let her out of the house.

They tried to tell things that would make her stay at the house even though they knew that the reasons they were saying were ridiculous. She just laughed it off and told them that she would just given her present to Stiles and Scott then she would be heading home instantly. They reluctantly said yes and she went on her merry way out of the Whittemore house.

The road to Stiles' house was quick and eventless, she knocked on the door and Stiles immediately opened the door and dragged her up to his room.

"Hey Scott!" Iris greeted as she saw Scott sitting on Stiles' bed.

"'Lo Iris!" Scott said with a smile

"So since we are complete, what do you have Stiles?" Scott said as he moved and made space for Iris to sit.

"This better be good Stiles, my uncles were basically an inch away from tying me to the couch so I won't leave the house." Iris said

"Don't worry this will be the single most epic thing you will ever see," Stiles started to say "so epic that it breaks the epic level of epicness."

Stiles grabbed something out of his bag and presented it to his friends.

"Tada!"

Iris looked at the radio that Stiles was showing to Scott and her. She and Scott exchanged confused glances before trying to act enthusiastic for their friend.

"Yey!" Iris said "We can finally have music anywhere?"

Scott just nodded and looked questioningly at Stiles.

Stiles gave them a bland look and released a sigh.

"You don't know what it is, do you?" Stiles finally asked.

"A radio?" Scott and Iris asked at the same time.

"A radio? A ra- look what I have here is the answer to our boredom!" Stiles ranted "This is also our key to having an adventure-filled non-boring life!"

"This here," Stiles continued practically shoving the item in Scott's and Iris' faces "informs me of anything that happens in Beacon Hills."

"Like a crystal ball?" Iris asked

"Crystal ball? Really?" Stiles gave a sigh "I am seriously thinking why I am friends with the two of you."

"Just to be clear," Stiles began "This is connected to my father's station so any reports of whatever crime is happening in Beacon Hills will be known by the great Stiles Stilinski!"

"Stiles, I'm pretty sure that's not legal." Scott said looking at Stiles like he grew a second head.

"And your father is the sheriff so that makes it doubly bad." Iris added

"Ugh, why are the two of you such a downer!" Stiles exclaimed "Look I'm offering you the life other people are dreaming about. We could be the Luke, Lea, and Yoda of Beacon Hills!"

"Who the hell are Luke, Lea and Yoda?" Scott asked.

Stiles looked at Scott like he killed a puppy in front of him and sensing another rant coming their way, Iris decided to intervene.

"Alright before Stiles bites off your head, Scott, I have a present for the two of you."

"A present?" Scott said instantly, eager to get Stiles' attention away from his lack of knowledge "What for?"

"Well, Jackson and his friends have this disgusting spit handshake with his friends and I don't know about you two but even though I love the two of you dearly, I wouldn't want any spit of yours near me so I made this!"

Iris opened her bag and grabbed a small plastic containing three accessories that she painstakingly made herself.

"Bracelets?" Stiles asked, looking at Iris' gifts.

"Well mine is a bracelet" Iris said, taking the black and green bracelet with a green wooden letter I pendant and wearing it on her wrists.

"While the two of you have anklets, I know that you won't wear it on your wrists so I made you these instead, I don't know if it fits though." Iris continued as she played with the bangs covering her forehead, fearing that they won't like her presents.

"Dibs on the red one!" Stiles said as he took the red anklet with a red wooden letter S pendant.

Stiles pushed Scott to move and sat on the bed and raised his feet and wore the anklet. Scott, seeing that the anklet was a perfect fit for stiles, quickly grabbed the blue anklet with a blue wooden letter S pendant and wore it as well.

"This is awesome!" Stiles said "We are like a part of a secret organization or something."

"So you like it?" Iris nervously asked "I have to remake it every year though because after a few years we will grow and they won't fit us anymore."

"Like it? I love it!" Scott said "It's perfect Iris!"

Scott smiled at Iris and she blushed at the praise she got from both her friends.

"Now we need to find an awesome name for us!" Stiles told them "Every awesome team has a kick-ass name that would make everyone want to join in."

Stiles jumped out of the bed and started pacing back and forth.

"Like, we are the S.S.I.," Stiles said in a poor imitation of an intimidating voice "You know S.S.I for Stiles, Scott, and Iris, or how about I.S.S. because ladies first and all that."

"Or we could call it sis." Iris teasingly added

Stiles looked like he swallowed a whole lemon and Scott and Iris roared in laughter.

"God you should have seen your face!" Scott said while wiping the tears off of his eyes and giving a high-five to Iris.

Stiles looked at them like they were his arch nemesis before smiling at his two best friends.

"Friends forever?" Stiles asked them with a small smile adorning his face, his fist raised for them.

Scott and Iris looked at each other before bumping their fists with Stiles.

"Friends forever."


When Iris returned home that day, Sirius and Remus were waiting for him and started asking her weird stuff like if she saw any owls around all day. She just shrugged it off as her uncles being their weird selves like usual.

It wasn't until it was nearing the start of the school year that they relented in their questions and Iris felt relieved at that thought.


Jackson and Iris, Freshman Year


"Congratulations Jackson!" Iris said running across the lacrosse fields and jumping on her brother's back "I knew you would make it."

Jackson stumbled due to the sudden weight on his back but steadied himself instantly and looked back at his sister with a smirk.

"Was there any doubt in the first place? You're the only one worried about it."

Iris slapped the back of his brother's head and laughed when he gave her a questioning glare.

"Don't be too cocky now Jackson or I might let Coach Finstock see my awesome skills and he will forget about you in no time."

"As if, now get down you monkey." Jackson teased his sister

"Aww, sibling bonding at its finest." Iris and Jackson turned at the person who spoke and Iris grinned at the new arrival

"Danny! My prince, where have you been?" Iris asked getting off of Jackson and hugging her friend.

"I was pining away waiting to see your face my princess" Danny answered with a wink.

The two of them laughed while Jackson merely stared at them.

"I swear Danny if you're not gay then I would..." Jackson said with an annoyed huff as his sister looked affronted at him.

"How dare you belittle our love, Jackson! Our love is as strong as the Great Wall of China-" Iris started

"-as wide as the Pacific ocean-" Danny continued

"as vast as the universe" the two of them finished while clasping each other's hands and staring into each other's eyes before breaking down and laughing.

"Alright, alright, laugh it all up." Jackson huffed but his eyes looked fondly as his sister and best friend continued their act.

Iris was about to tease her brother more but she caught sight of strawberry blonde hair and she instantly hid behind Jackson.

"Time for me to go," Iris said in a low voice

"Let me guess, Lydia's here isn't she?" Danny asked with a smirk

""Don't make fun of me Danny, she wanted me to try twenty dresses! Twenty!" Iris whispered frantically "You know I hate shopping!"

"Hey Lydia!" Jackson shouted as he shot an amused smirk at his sister.

"I hate you," Iris said as she ran away from her laughing friend and brother.

Iris saw Scott and Stiles coming out of the locker room and decided to accost them next.

"Hey there bros!" Iris said, slinging an arm over each of them which was quite a feat since they were both so much taller than her.

"Hey there shorty." Stiles greeted her

"How dare you, sir!" Iris said, letting go of the two of them and placing a hand on her chest. "I'm offended, so offended in fact that I refuse to give you any news I have about Lydia Martin."

Stiles looked at her in shock and his mouth opened and closed like a fish which lead to both Scott and Iris to laugh at him.

"I mean you are short but you have a big presence- like humongous, gigantic presence that it dwarfs everyone else you know." Stiles rambled

"I was joking Stiles." Iris said "So how does it feel to be in the team?"

"We're not first line Iris, we'll just be sitting on the bench, nothing special." Scott said, shrugging his shoulders as he did so.

Iris walked ahead of them and faced her friends and looked at both of their eyes. Stiles' eyes as usual were jittery and can't focus while Scott's eyes though still puppy-like was more kicked-puppy like instead of its normal puppyness.

"Alright, this is what we will do, we will place laxatives on all the other players meals, except for Jackson's of course, before the game and then the coach would have no choice but to let the two of you on the team!"

Scott looked amused at her suggestion but Stiles had a considering look on his face.

"You think we can do that?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed, looking at his friend in shock while Iris laughed her head off.

"Wait!" Stiles exclaimed looking at Iris closely "You don't have bangs."

Scott looked at his female friend and realized that she in fact did not have her usual bangs. Aside from that Iris did not change anything else but Scott could say that without her bangs, Iris' face seemed clearer, brighter, and dare he say it, prettier.

Iris just rolled her eyes at Stiles.

"Yes, I don't have bags, thank you for noticing." Iris said as the three of them continued to walk the corridors of the school.

"But you always have bangs." Scott said

"Well, it's our first year right, so I decided to start this part of my life with a change and by change I mean let-the-world-see-my-forehead-kind-of-change." Iris said as they approached their lockers "You like it?"

"Well, you look different but a good different." Stiles said with a nod.

"Yeah, you're definitely more beautiful without bangs." Scott said.

Iris and Stiles stopped in their walk and both stared at Scott.

Scott noticing his friends looking at him suddenly felt self-conscious.

"What the heck, Scott!" Stiles exclaimed, walking ahead to their lockers closely followed by Scott and Iris. "Okay like rule number one, you never call your female friend beautiful or pretty like that, and you can compliment her without sounding couple-like." Stiles said as he placed some of his stuff in his locker "See how I complimented Iris earlier, that's how guy friends compliment their friends of the opposite gender."

"You can stop with the lecture now Stiles." Iris said with a small laugh at Scott's expression.

Iris turned to face Scott and smiled at him.

"Thank you Scott, don't listen to Stiles, every female no matter what the relationship is likes to be complimented." Iris said as she closed her locker "Well, I'm off see you later!"

Iris ran away from her friends and when she turned at the corner of the corridor she stopped and smiled to herself.

'Hear that Iris, you're pretty' Iris thought as she continued her walk, the blush on her cheeks and the skip on her steps just made her smile even wider.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for the support everyone! Wow! I was a bit worried that no one would appreciate this story since there aren't that many Teen Wolf and Harry Potter crossover and majority of those are Derek, Harry, and Stiles slash threesome and to a lesser degree Harry and Isaac slash. Please send more love my way by reviewing and I am telling you now that certain things will change. Even though we will follow the Teen Wolf storyline (as of now, we will go to the wizarding world later) it will not follow the events in the show bit by bit. With Iris' presence certain events will take place and some would not so send your reviews to me to say what you want to see or not to see. For those of you who asked, Scott and Iris will be together but you would have to wait patiently, very patiently for it. So once again please send me your thoughts! LOVE LOTS- .TheTroubledNeophyte.

P.S. Can someone please recommend a good picture of Tyler Posey and Lily Collins that I could turn into this fic's cover? And can someone beta this story please!