Ner words in this chapter: 3,620
"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the phone}
Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter I
–The Witch Moves Into Beacon Hills–
Sunday, 17 July 2011
HJP's POV
Harry looked up from the newspaper towards the teenagers with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"It isn't that we aren't grateful of you for saving our lives, but… are we going to live on the campervan forever, sir?"
"I'm not forcing you to travel with me."
"It's not that… I…"
"We, Teddy included, need to complete school." Vernon interrupted the stuttering blond.
"Like you said, you have no paperwork's. Cora included."
"Not my fault." Cora argued, crossing her arms.
Harry raised one eyebrow and she immediately uncrossed her arms.
"Where's your papers?"
"Beacon Hills." Erica put in.
Harry glanced at Cora.
"Same."
Harry sighed.
"Beacon Hills it is."
Vernon parked at a gas station and he and Harry left the campervan. Harry followed the massive teenager to the phone booth and let him be the one calling his Alpha - former Alpha?
{Derek. It's Boyd. Yes, we're fine. We… an Alpha Pack attacked us, but we were saved. We're heading back right now. We need you to book four places at the high school. And three in the elementary school.}
Harry glanced around at the people stopping to look at them.
"Vernon, hurry up!"
"Derek wants ages and names."
"Cora's 17-year-old. Jimmy's 7-year-old, Ally's 5-year-old, Llu's 3-year-old and Teddy's 13-year-old."
{Caught that?} Vernon asked towards the phone, only to then show Harry the phone. "Alpha wants to talk with you."
Harry picked it.
"Go fill the tank." He ordered, giving him the keys. {Yes?} he added to the phone.
{You are the man who saved Boyd and Erica?}
{Indeed, I am.} Harry glared at the man looking him over. "What do you think you're looking at, you moron?" he hissed before returning to the phone. {Anything special you need that can't wait for face-to-face?}
{For school reasons there is needed full name and birthdates.}
{Edward Remus Lupin, born 16 April 1998. James Sirius Potter, 25 November 2004. Albus Severus Potter, 1 February 2006. Lily Luna Potter, 2 June 2008. Then there's this other shewolf teenager I saved over a year ago. She said her paperworks are back in Beacon Hills.}
{She spent a year without studying?}
{Yes. She spent it teaching Jimmy and Teddy.}
{I'll put her in the other's class. Name? I'll look up her paperwork in the grounds.}
{Cora. Cora Hale.}
There was a gasp on the other side.
{Is… is Cora there?}
Harry glanced at Vernon, who nodded and opened the campervan. The teenagers and children looked at Harry from the door.
"The Beacon Hills' Alpha wants to speak with you, Cora." He whispered, knowing the wolves could hear him.
Cora raised an eyebrow, but left the campervan and went to answer the call. Harry made a signal to Vernon to keep an eye on the creeper, before heading to pay the gas.
–BHA–
PH's POV
"What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost. And by ghost I don't mean myself." Perter asked with crossed arms from the apartment's entrance.
Derek looked up at his uncle and then down at his phone and the notebook he'd scribed on.
"Cora was found by a Human Alpha."
"Cora? She's dead."
"I recognize me own sister's voice!" Derek growled at his uncle.
"Is she coming here? With the Alpha Pack?"
"Alongside Boyd and Erica."
"Boyd and Erica?" Isaac peeked up, looking up from his studies. "They're well?"
"Yes, now go back to study before I put Peter tutoring you."
The teen returned to the books at once, while Peter smiled amused before he turned around.
"You better clean up. Don't want for Cora to sneer down at the place you call a home, do you?"
"Peter!" Said man stopped and raised an eyebrow at his nephew, who threw him a notebook. "Stop by the schools."
Peter read the names and birthdates and then looked up to Derek with a sneer.
"You want me to fill them up in school?" Derek raised an eyebrow back, which would've worked… if he was Stiles, that is! "Do I look like your pageboy?"
"Out of both of us who looks like a respectable adult?"
Peter sent Derek a look at his smugness, before he huffed and left. What was it with Talia and her descendants making Peter do whatever they wanted?
–BHA–
Thursday, 21 July 2011
HJP's POV
"Mr Potter." Harry approached Vernon and confounded the entry man who let them in. "We're here, then."
Harry stopped the children from moving to the door.
"What is it?"
Harry opened the top part of the side door and looked at the man in there. Teddy growled, making the trio move towards the back scared. The man's eyes flashed red and Teddy whimpered.
"Enough!" Harry ordered and his godson looked back through golden eyes. "Who are you?"
"Derek Hale."
Harry turned towards the golden eyed Vernon and Erica who nodded. The second part of the door was opened and Derek entered in a second, going to Cora and hugging her.
"You know each other?" Vernon wondered.
"She's my sister."
Harry huffed.
"That's what I call luck."
–BHA–
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Harry glanced up from the counter he was finishing get ready to the front door to see the three wolfteens knocking on the front door. He opened the door with a raised eyebrow.
"Need an extra pair of hands?"
"Yes. Vernon, there's several boxes backstairs that needs being set on their rightfully place. No breaking! Erica and Cora, the potions and ingredients flasks needs to be categorized and put on respective shelves."
The trio nodded as Harry returned to the counter, only to see Teddy there behind the registering machine.
"An electronical register?" Cora asked amused.
"Daddy didn't want to, but the American laws forced him." Jimmy argued from the corner where he and Ally were putting potions into flasks.
Harry had only let them because it was a cough potion – not even Jimmy could mess it up! Then again… even Neville could mess That one.
"Teddy is writing everything on the register."
"Are you getting paid?" Erica wondered.
"It's this or brew potions and balms." The young teen argued with a disgusted look. "My nose can't smell anymore fumes for a month." He added.
"Stop complaining, Teddy. Muggle school or not, you still need to learn how to control your magic."
Teddy's ears tipped red and his turquoise hair wore pink tips.
"Your hair." Cora called from the other side of the shop and Teddy's hair returned to normal. "Classes will be an interesting time."
"How so?" Harry wondered as he finished cleaning the counter.
"I'm picturing the idea of having to keep an eye out for a Junior werewolf in a school full of students ready to pick on the freshmen."
Teddy shivered. Erica picked a small rectangular electronical device and took it to her ear.
{Isaac, you're studying with Scott, right? Get your asses back here at the new shop. Yes, the apothecary. Don't make stupid questions, just get yourself back here.} Harry raised a questioning look as she stored the device. "Mobile telephone." She explained.
"I'm really out of time." He whispered and went to the back doors which were full of cauldrons and boxes.
"Where do you want the empty flasks?" Vernon wondered with a box in hand.
"In the cupboard in the kitchen." Harry replied, only for the teen to raise an eyebrow. "The cabinet."
Vernon nodded and entered the room, starting to store the flasks in the cupboard, before heading out to threw out the boxes. The front door opened and Harry peeked to the entrance to see three teens entering, two of them werewolves. Damn, this town was full of them.
"Tell me again, why are we here?" the human boy asked.
Vernon appeared behind them and put a box on of one of the werewolves' arms.
"Wha…?"
"The owner of this shop saved our lives. The least we can do is help."
"How many more boxes are they?" a black haired wondered.
"The back is full."
"Wait… are you serious, dude?" the human wondered.
"Yes." Vernon hissed, hovering over him and even flashing his eyes out. "Stiles, that is Teddy. Teddy, this is Stiles. Stiles is great with computers."
Teddy looked up at once.
"Perfect. I can't make this work… just don't tell my godfather that…" he pleaded.
Grudgingly the human, Stiles, went to Teddy. Vernon approached the back door with the other two werewolves.
"Scott and Isaac." Harry nodded at them from over the cauldrons he was picking to take to the kitchen. "This is Mr Potter."
"Sir."
"Pleasure. Isaac, that ingredients box is to be left upstairs and put on the storage that says frog legs."
Isaac eyed the box uncertain but went to the next door to climb to the attic.
"Where do you want to store the pots?" Scott asked as Vernon picked another box.
"Cauldrons are to the kitchen." Harry pointed to the back kitchen he hoped to turn into a potion lab. "In here I'll set a round table and two chairs?"
"Like those movies clairvoyant rooms?" Scott wondered as he helped bringing in the cauldrons.
Harry nodded.
"I'll need to buy it still."
"You can go. We'll watch over the place for you."
"I…"
Cora appeared from the front.
"We'll watch over the kiddos. Just go."
"Very well. Scoot, I'm leaving the fort to you."
"That's not fair, I'm older." Cora argued, crossing her arms.
"For that exact same reaction is the reason you aren't left in charge." Harry argued. He went to the entrance and approached his kiddos, kissing the top of their heads. "Be nice." Jimmy and Ally nodded. Harry turned towards Teddy who was dictating to Stiles. "I don't want to see any claws on anything." He ordered.
"Yes, Daddy." Teddy agreed solemnly, but his hair didn't change.
"That also counts to all of you werewolves!" he added, knowing that even upstairs he could be heard. That did make Stiles look at him wide-eyed. "And you, Emissary." He added, before glancing around. "Where's Lilu?"
Erica looked towards the ceiling and then back at Harry.
"Upstairs, using Isaac as a horse."
Harry smiled sadly and nodded.
"Isaac, be careful!" he ordered, before leaving.
He walked down the road. I had been a while since he was really alone. No children. Then again, was he ever been really alone? He was barely 18 when he'd taken Teddy in after all. As a child he'd never been alone, not really. Harry gasped as he bumped into something. When he looked up he found himself in the arms of a man.
"You should watch where you're going."
Harry frowned. Why hadn't his magic reacted to this man? Normally it would've tell him if someone approached…
"You shouldn't stay in the middle of the street, yourself. What are you? A post?"
The hands grabbing Harry's arms, released him. Harry had half a second to realize what it meant, before he fell on his ass. He glared up at the American who sneered down at him.
"I'm certainly not a hanger."
The Briton stood and could feel his magic just barely out of control. What was about this American and getting him all riled up?
"So this is why American women always say that Britons are gentlemen." He sneered down at the American and turned to leave.
His arms hurt. Why did they hurt? Oh Merlin! What was wrong with his magic? Did it want to get badmouthed by that… that…
"American men can be gentlemen." Was the bloody Slytherin actually following Harry?
"Not you, obviously." Harry huffed and glanced around. Right. Shop… furniture… where was it exactly? He should've asked the teens! "Anything else, Hangman?"
"Feeling lost, Fallenman?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. Really? Is that the best you got?
"Why? Because I'm miles away from England, Hangman?"
"That and much more, Fallenman."
What in Dementor's Kiss was wrong with Harry's magic!? Honestly! Just because this was the first interaction he had with another human being that didn't involve teenagers or children in years didn't mean it had to…
"I'm not lost." Harry argued and let his magic guide him to the furniture shop. Only the Hangman actually followed him. "Feeling lost?" he wondered back with fake concern.
Hangman limited to smile back and shadow him around. Harry didn't let it get to him. It was hard though! Bloody American!
"May I help?" the saleswoman asked as she approached with a smile.
"Yes. Round tables and two chairs."
"What type of tables?"
"Round?" Harry raised an eyebrow at the clerk. He was certain that Hangman was laughing internally at his account.
"Tea table, dinner table," she glanced at the Hangman uncertain. "Diner date table?"
Harry massaged his eyebrows.
"Divination round table." The young woman choked on her breath. "Yes! Like That!"
Harry glanced at Hangman when he actually laughed as the clerk walked away.
"So, you see the future." He asked amused.
Harry huffed and followed the clerk, because really: of all the people he could show off to… it had to be someone he couldn't feel a thing!
"Sometimes." He retorted, because no! there was no way this man would've know that Harry couldn't actually feel him.
"What about her?"
Harry looked at the woman, who was hurriedly looking through the tables she had.
"Lesbian, hasn't come out yet." Harry shrugged, which made the clerk look back wide-eyed. "The answer's yes." He agreed. "The feeling's mutual."
The hopeful look on her face made Harry look away bored. And this is why he didn't do socialize. It hurt too much.
–BHA–
SS's POV
"He's selling witchcraft!"
"Stiles…"
"Frog legs, Father!"
The sheriff sighed, passing a hand through his hair.
"Fine, I'll do a check-up tomorrow."
Stiles nodded as he mouthed down his food. Gosh! A witch! A freaking witch in Beacon Hills! Couldn't they have a normal year like everyone else?
–BHA–
Sunday, 31 July 2011
HJP's POV
Harry smiled amused as the Muggle officer looked up through his Muggle legal rights for the shop and his children.
"Does this actually works?"
Harry glanced up at the female officer, only to see her looking through Amortentia.
"Yes. If you are interested in fake love, that is."
She jumped wide-eyed and turned surprised, not having expected him to be listening.
"Wha…?"
"Amortentia is a love potion. You put your hair on it and give it to the one of your interest."
"This… can't be legal."
"Only above age of consent can buy it." Harry argued and picked another potion, setting it on her hands. "This one is more your type."
Harry returned to the Sheriff with a smile.
"All seems to be in order…"
Harry accepted the papers and accompanied them out the shop and to the patrol car.
"Say hello to your son for me." He put in, what made the Sheriff stutter.
"Wait… how much for the…" the female showed the flasks.
"14$70. Try it on. If you like the effects come and pay."
She blushed and nodded. Harry returned inside, only to lose the smile. Druids… and not a taught one by the looks of it!
"Can we head home?" Ally asked. "I'm starving."
Harry nodded and put the blank papers the officer had looked through earlier on the drawer under the counter. As if there were papers that actually authorized such a shop in the Muggle World. Honestly… Muggles! Harry locked the shop's door and left with the quartet, walking all way to the Muggle camping park. A silver car suddenly parked by the side.
"Going my way?"
Harry's eyes grew and turned slowly. No… not here… with the kiddos… not…
"Where that way may be?" he wondered, only to frown at actually saying that aloud.
"What about the restaurant?"
Four puppy-eyes turned on Harry, hopefully.
"You paying?" he retorted, because have you seen the prices of these restaurants? Sure the diners not so bad, yet Harry couldn't picture Hangman in any of them. Harry rich? Yes… but let's not abuse!
"Obviously." The door was open on Harry's side.
"Daddy?" they asked hopefully, who nodded as the passenger seat was pulled forward to let passage to the back seat.
When the four were in, Harry climbed into the passenger seat.
"Peter." Hangman put in.
"I'm wayward Teddy, this is messy Jimmy, shy Ally and Princess Lily."
"And you know Daddy." Jimmy finished.
Peter actually smirked, because no; he didn't know Harry's name.
"How did you met?" Teddy wondered.
"Furniture shopping." Peter offered. "Why?"
"Daddy doesn't have friends." Jimmy shrugged.
"Not since they tried to kill me anyway." Teddy added.
"Edward Remus!" Harry hissed.
"What? It's true."
"Since Mum died that you don't socialize."
"James Sirius! I socialize every day!"
The boys pouted.
"Besides… it's Daddy's birthday today. Makes sense we have dinner out with Daddy's friends…" Ally put in shyly.
Harry glanced back towards his son, surprised he was even talking – Cora had to wait months for him to speak in front of her. Peter stopped the car, when Harry turned towards him to argue, he noticed them arrived. They left the car and Harry noticed Peter rearranging his clothes for any wrinkle it might have. At Harry's raised eyebrow he limited to smirk back. They entered and a waiter was there in an instant.
"Table for six."
"Right away, Mr Hale."
Harry froze. Hale?
"The bathroom is there." Peter pointed for the quartet who run away. "Four children menus." He added to the waiter.
The waiter nodded and took them to a table, leaving them with the menus.
"Nephew." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Derek; my nephew."
"What gave me away?"
"Edward smells like Derek and Cora, which means they've been teaching him."
Harry nodded, glancing at the menu.
"Harry."
"Short for something?"
"Harry James Potter."
Peter hummed and set the menu down.
"You saved Cora, haven't you?" Harry nodded, without looking up. "In the name of my deceased sister, thank you."
"So you can be nice?"
Peter grinned.
"And romantic as well." He agreed, only to wink.
Harry actually found himself smiling. And not a fake one at that! He frowned, taking a hand to his lips. What was that?
"What's the children's menu?" Teddy asked as the kids joined them.
"A hamburger with french fries… I'm sorry; chips." Harry mock-glared back. "Rice and salad."
The boys nodded.
"Great, we're starving."
"Can we have pumpkin juice?" Ally pleaded.
Harry opened the menu on the drinks.
"I don't believe they serve pumpkin juice, sweetie."
"Why don't you go choose at the counter's display window?" Peter offered.
They stood immediately.
"Anything but fizzy drinks!" Harry ordered after them as they ran away.
"You aren't used to go out with them, are you?"
Harry shook his head, closing the menu and setting it down.
"I'm a single father. Even when Cora lived with us: I didn't have myself-time."
"Talia used to leave Laura, Derek and Cora with me from time-to-time back in the day. Principally on anniversaries." Peter added with a pointed look.
"I don't have anyone… yesterday was my first time-off."
Peter nodded. There was no pity, like normally was, just… understanding. It was refreshing.
"Have you chosen?" the waiter from earlier asked by their side.
Harry tensed. Right… food… meal…
"Yes. A white wine Chardonnay. 1885." Harry turned towards Peter as he made his request. "And a grilled marinated swordfish."
"For two?"
"Of course." Peter actually smiled gallantly at the waiter who picked the menus with a blush and left. "Hope you enjoy fish, Birthday-Boy."
Harry glared back. Who did the man think he was?
"Can we have orange juice?" four equal - if you didn't count the child-speech – voices asked suddenly at their side.
"Fresh-squeezed?" Harry wondered and the quartet nodded. "Ask Peter."
The four turned puppy-eyes on Peter who limited to raise a hand and call in the waiter.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Fresh-squeezed orange juice on a jar with four glasses."
"With ice?"
"Yes. Lilu, do you want a pillow to get higher?"
"Can I have one too?" Ally wondered and the waiter smiled.
"I'll bring three."
Harry wondered, for real, when had been the last time he had felt this free. Honestly; why did his magic sing around this man? Why couldn't he feel him?
–BHA–
Harry laid on the bed over the driver-cabin as the trio slept in the bedroom and Teddy on the couch turned bed. He closed the curtain and finally let his tears fall.
'Bloody Wizardry World!'
Harry punched the pillow under him. He could hear a storm outside and the campervan even started to shake. He sighed, cleaned his tears and opened the curtain as the kiddos left their room and run to Teddy. Teddy picked Lilu and pulled her unto Harry's bed, before hugging the boys close by on his bed.
(TBC)
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