As I'm sure you're all aware, the timelines for both Harry Potter and Teen Wolf aren't exactly compatible (Harry Potter took place in the 90's, Teen Wolf takes place...nowish).

Just for the sake of letting the characters be compatible, just pretend that the Harry Potter timeline occurred in a much more recent setting. It isn't that important to the plot, you just have to know that the wizarding world happened.

And since I can't find out exactly how old the Teen Wolf kids are, I'm assuming they're near the end of their junior year (since March occurred during Season 2).

I hope I addressed everything. This story is really more for fun than anything else.

"Why are American cereals so sugary?" Remus shook his head, putting a box of Lucky Charms back on the shelf, "I'm not letting Sirius put this garbage into his body. Where are the Wheetabix?"

Teddy was babbling contently in his carrier, looking at the rows of various brightly colored cereal boxes. Harry stifled a snort at Remus's frustration. Sirius had decided to be completely vague with his grocery list. "Cereal" was hardly a helpful clue to two British boys in a foreign store.

"I don't think that brand made it across the pond, Remus." Harry muttered, browsing the cereal, "What about Cheerios?"

Remus looked at the boxes Harry was pointing at, "…Why are there so many types? Don't they just have…plain?"

Harry adjusted his glasses, "Let's see, plain…Honey Nut, Chocolate, Cinnamon…Merlin's beard, they have a lot of types for this one kind of cereal…here we go!" he grabbed the yellow box, "Think Sirius will eat this?"

"He might not, but Teddy will. No sense getting Teddy hooked on sugary garbage." Remus ran a hand through his hair, "Grab the Honey Nut as well. If it's already slightly sweetened, Sirius won't have a reason to dump sugar on it."

The thought made Harry chuckle, grabbing the other box. "How filthy do you think Sirius's place is?"

"It better be spotless if he doesn't want to sleep on the couch."

Remus, Harry realized, made a much better housewife than househusband. Not that he was going to tell the werewolf that, but he and Sirius definitely balanced each other out. There was no doubt Remus would keep Sirius in check. And Sirius…well, Sirius made Remus smile in ways Harry hadn't seen before.

"Should we get some food for Teddy?" Harry asked, placing the boxes in the cart.

The werewolf didn't answer him. Instead, Harry could see that he went stiff for a moment before relaxing. That and the slight amber twinge to his eyes was Remus's tell that they weren't alone. Or, at least, Remus wasn't the only werewolf.

Harry's hand went to his left wrist, where his wand was hidden in an arm holster, while his eyes scanned the store. There were a few mothers with their children, and an elderly man looking at Wheaties. But they had been there before Harry and Remus had gotten into the store, Remus hadn't reacted to any of them.

Then Harry saw the two teens at the end of the aisle, doing a pretty poor job of pretending they were interested in looking at the boxes of Cream of Wheat. He originally thought they were too young to be werewolves, but, he reminded himself, Remus had once been a werewolf that age.

"I'll go find the baby food for Teddy, ok Remus?" Harry smiled, giving Remus a small nod before walking down the aisle, towards the two young werewolves.

One of the two had been doing some strenuous work recently, if his sweat dampened curls were any indication. Even if Harry couldn't identify sweaty hair when he saw it, he definitely could smell it as he got closer. There was also something to his body language that reminded Harry of Neville.

He's not used to his strength, still adjusting… Harry noted. The wide baby blue eyes didn't help deter from the innocent look the werewolf had. And the lack of scars…now that Harry looked closely; he couldn't see scars on either of the two. So they were both relatively new werewolves.

The other one seemed to be more confident in his skin. Probably turned before the other one, but not too terribly soon before the other one.

"Excuse me," He stopped a few steps away from the two, "I don't mean to be a bother, but could you help me out?"

The blue-eyed teen gave a small flinch, but the other one acted naturally, "Oh, sure, what did you need?"

"I'm sure you've probably figured, but I'm not exactly from around here. Do you have any idea where I might find baby food?" Harry spared a moment from his pleasantries to glance the two boys over. Blue Eyes was wearing short sleeves, so no wand up there, and his pants didn't have pockets. His friend didn't seem to have any bulges in his sleeves to indicate that he had a wand.

So they were unarmed, at least not with wands in arm holsters.

"Well I don't think either of us has had to shop for baby food before…" The brown eyed one answered, "But we're happy to help you look."

Harry gave his best smile. All those stupid pictures for the Prophet might finally pay off, "Thank you so much! I'm Harry, by the way." He extended his hand. Americans shook hands for greeting, right? For all he knew, they might hug.

"Scott." Brown eyes, the leader of the two, shook his hand. "And this is Isaac." His grip was strong, which Harry assumed was normal for a werewolf.

After shaking hands with Scott, Harry extended his hand to Isaac. For some reason, the werewolf hesitated before grasping his hand. Harry logged the information away for future reference, in case he needed it.

So far, no one had tried to kill him. It was a good day.

It was one thing having to go on an errand for Derek while he still reeked from training; it was another thing to have to deal with an overly polite British boy on top of it. An overly polite British boy he was supposed to be spying on.

Isaac was having a terrible day.

He was almost positive that even without werewolf sense of smell, his BO was stinking up the store. Isaac almost didn't shake the boy, Harry's, hand because he didn't want to get sweat on him.

Luckily, he was able to content himself with the knowledge that Harry didn't have a werewolf's sense of smell; he didn't smell like a wolf. But…

It was during the handshake that he could smell the scent of a werewolf on him. He had touched a werewolf recently, which could only mean one of the other two men was a werewolf. Isaac could hear Scott's heartbeat skip a beat, probably because he came to the same realization. But as Isaac inhaled through his nose, he also smelled something he hadn't encountered before. Something about Harry's scent made Isaac's nose tingle, clearing his sinuses and cutting through the fog of his senses. He had never smelled something so clean…

"So, um, yeah, baby food…" Isaac muttered. Smooth…

"I think it might be this way, actually." Scott added, walking towards one end of the store. Isaac let go of Harry's hand and followed him, Harry staying close beside him.

As they rounded the corner, Isaac took a moment to get a better look at Harry. He had referred to him as a boy, but he was pretty sure he was the same age as the pack, if not older. Issac was used to looking at the male body, after all he was part of a nearly all-male pack as well as the lacrosse team, so it wasn't weird for him to look at Harry. Not at all.

Harry certainly wasn't built like the pack or a majority of the lacrosse team; he wasn't chiseled like a Greek statue. At least, not the parts that Isaac could see. Instead, Harry was more on the slender side. Willowy, he decided was the term (he had heard a few girls use the term when they were talking about a slender girl).

"Here it is…" Scott stopped in front of a section of shelves, breaking Isaac's train of thought, "it's not the greatest selection, but it's food I guess."

"Your guess is as good as mine." Harry chuckled, bending down to look at a few of the petite jars. The worn hem of his t-shirt slid up his back a bit, Isaac noticed, revealing a thin band of pale skin. Another thing he noticed was the way Harry had his jeans belted. That is to say, they were belted properly. There was no waistband of his boxers (or briefs, Isaac had no idea) sticking out like some of the lacrosse boys had gotten into the habit of wearing. Even Derek was known to let his pants ride a little low.

Must be a British thing, all straight-laced and stuff…

Harry stood up straight, holding a few jars of food, "Hopefully Teddy will eat some of this."

"Teddy?" Isaac finally found his voice. He hoped it didn't sound too strained. He wasn't very good at this covert thing, trying to act subtle wasn't his strong point. Point him at a target and say "attack," and he would do his best to finish the job. But his Alpha had asked him to do a task, and damnit if Isaac was going to fail him.

Harry looked at him and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile, "Teddy, my godson. He's just about reaching the age where he can get picky with his food."

Green. Isaac blinked. Really green eyes, like fresh grass or tree leaves. Could humans have that color green eyes? He made a note to ask Derek about it when he got back. "You look awfully young to be a godfather."

"You're right, I am." Harry nodded, "I just hope I never have to step up and fulfill that duty."

"So are you going to transfer to Beacon Hills High?" Scott jumped in, "I mean it's a little late in the school year, but-"

Harry chuckled, "Oh no, I'm done with school."

Isaac blinked. He could have sworn that Harry was their age, "Really?"

Harry nodded, his black hair falling into his eyes, "I'll be 18 at the end of July."

Scott laughed, "Lucky you, we still have another year after this." He gave Harry an easy smile, "Do you need help finding anything else?"

At this, Harry looked around, "Now that you mention it, do Americans drink tea? I've been craving a cuppa since I got here, but it seems like the art of tea making is not something that made it across the pond."

Isaac didn't say anything, letting Scott lead them to another aisle. What was it about Europe and making the English language sound so elegant? It didn't take his werewolf sense of hearing to hear the way vowels were stretched, how each sound was clearly enunciated. But his supernatural hearing could the vibrations that were settled in the back of Harry's throat.

"Here we go!" Scott grinned, grabbing a box of Lipton tea off the shelf, "Tea!"

Harry, however, just wrinkled his nose, "No…"

"No?" Scott looked at the box.

Isaac watched as Harry put the box back on the shelf, "Is there any PG Tips?" He muttered, "Tetley? Twinings?"

"We just go to Starbucks for coffee…not much of a tea drinker…" Scott shrugged.

Harry chuckled, "I can see that. Well at least you sell Earl Grey here…" He grabbed a box from the shelf. "I might have to order some from back home.

"And crumpets?" Scott gave Harry a lopsided grin.

This caused the Brit to snort, "Do you even know what a crumpet is?"

"I assumed it was some sort of pastry." Scott shrugged, making the conversation seem very natural.

Issac could see amusement in Harry's eyes. Obvious Scott said something he found funny, "Maybe one of these days, I'll cook some proper British food."

"Great!" Isaac blurted, "I mean…looking forward to it…" He tried to will himself not to blush. He looked like an idiot, if Scott's expression was anything to go by.

Harry smiled, "Thanks for your help, boys. I better go find Remus and help him check out." He gave Scott and Issac a polite nod before walking to the end of the aisle and disappearing.

Scott turned to Isaac, "He's in contact with a werewolf, but which one?"

"Well, considering the fact Derek already checked out the mechanic when Stiles first voiced his suspicions, that would leave Mr. Mom." Isaac reasoned.

"But what kind of werewolf has scars?" Scott shook his head, "We should call Derek, maybe he'll know."

Isaac nodded, and the two exited the store quickly. Hopefully, neither Harry nor the man he was with (Remus, Isaac remembered) would notice they hadn't bought anything. The two betas began to make their way back to the Hale house.

"Hey Scott," Isaac asked when they were a ways away from the store, "Did Harry smell…odd, to you?"

"Like a pressure washer to the senses?" Scott nodded, "He's something…damnit, why do we always attract the weirdos?"

They ran in silence for a few minutes, trying to process the information. So Stiles had been right…again. It would seem that the human was having better supernatural senses than the werewolves were. Oh the irony…

"What the hell was with you, by the way?" Scott asked, stopping to look at Isaac.

Isaac blinked, "What do you mean?"

"You were stinking up the place."

"I tried to shower before we left, but Derek said-"

"I'm not talking about that." Scott said calmly, "You were smelling like Peter did after the whole Kanima incident whenever he was around Lydia."

Isaac nearly blanched, "I did not."

"Oh yes you did." Scott grinned, "Either you were desperately trying to hide your BO, or you really wanted Harry to think you smelled nice."

"Shut up, Scott." Isaac grumbled, cheeks turning bright red at the thought.

"Someone's got a little crush…" Scott teased, grinning wider.

Isaac looked calmly at Scott, "One word: Allison."

It was all it took to shut Scott up. Granted, that meant that Scott chased Isaac all the way back to the house, but at least the topic of his embarrassing grocery mission was forgotten.

"So did you learn anything?" Remus asked, placing Teddy's carrier back into the carseat.

Harry chuckled, placing their groceries on the floor of the backseat. There was no room in the trunk, what with all their bags (even Shrinking Charms could only go so far). "I think they were muggle. Either that or they don't feel the need to carry their wands."

"Oh no, they're muggle." Remus chuckled, "I could smell it on them. There was no smell of magic on them."

This piqued Harry's interest, "You can smell magic?"

The older werewolf gave Harry an easy smile, "I can smell a witch or wizard out of a crowd. Magic has a pure smell to it, unless of course it's been corrupted."

"Well thank you for that, professor." The younger wizard smirked, getting into the driver's seat, "They certainly weren't very good at hiding their intentions."

"Definitely not. They came in after we did, followed us for three aisles before you saw them, and then left without buying anything." Remus climbed into the passenger's seat, "This is either a young pack, or one with very little experience in warfare."

"Oh Harry, I think you overestimate how complicated this situation is." The scars by Remus's eyes bunched as his eyes crinkle, "They're young wolves checking out the new additions to their turf. Like the human equivalent of dogs sniffing each other."

"Yeah, well I'm sure Sirius would go back to Azkaban if he caught those kids sniffing you, if you catch my drift."

Remus didn't say anything, but Harry could see a smirk tugging at his lips.

"What?" Harry asked, curious.

The werewolf shook his head, "Oh, it's nothing. Don't you worry about it, Harry. I'm sure this werewolf pack means us no harm."

"I think Stiles was right. These new guys could be a threat."

Derek looked up from his work on remolding the second floor of the house. Both Scott and Isaac were standing across from him, like they were waiting to give their report. He expected that from Isaac, he had always been loyal. Scott, however...well, the beta was still acting like he wasn't part of the pack when it suited him, but they were making progress.

"What did you learn?"

Scott surprised him by speaking first, "One of them is a werewolf, but get this. We got a good look at the guy. He's covered in scars, even on his face." He shook his head, "Have you heard of a werewolf that could scar?"

That was a new one, Derek admitted to himself, "I've heard stories that a werewolf will only scar if it's self-inflicted."

"Like your tattoo," Isaac nodded.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't as new as Derek thought, "Yes…like my tattoo. I willingly got it, so my body doesn't absorb it."

"Ok…" Scott continued, "So we have a masochistic werewolf?"

That didn't seem likely to Derek, "No." He shook his head, "Most likely he's lost control during the full moon and has hurt himself. He hasn't learned control yet. He's probably too young to understand that he needs a pack or an anchor to keep his mind."

Scott and Isaac shared a look, like they were unsure how to answer Derek. It was annoying, "What?" He growled at his betas.

"Um…" Isaac started. The beta's heartbeat fluttered a bit, something Derek would have to address at a later time, "it wasn't the young guy. He's…well he's not a werewolf."

"The guy with the kid was the werewolf." Scott added.

That didn't make any sense. Omega's didn't stay in one place long enough to have kids. Granted, they usually didn't stay alive long enough to form relationships. "And the other one? What of him?"

"That's…complicated." Scott admitted, "He had a weird scent."

There was that flutter in Isaac's heartbeat again. Obvious the beta was hiding something. "I've never smelled anything like it, I couldn't smell anything else when I got his scent."

"Like someone had cleaned the air you were smelling?" Derek muttered.

"Kinda"

"Yeah."

Derek rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had hoped it had just been a fluke on the mechanic, that perhaps he had just used a strong soap to clean up grease.

Apparently not.

"Alright, tell the pack to gather tonight at 8. We'll have a pack meeting." He looked at the two, "That means leave. Now."

The two betas left the half-built room in a hurry, allowing Derek to try and compose his thoughts. Their pack had barely survived the encounter with the Kanima and Gerard; they weren't ready for another attack. He wasn't ready for another attack. He couldn't even keep Erica and Boyd from leaving the pack.

A low growl rumbled in his throat. He was not going to lose another member of his pack.

Here you guys go, another chapter! Let me know if you have any ideas!