"Riddle me this, I gotta figure it out
Are they laughing at me because I'm prone to fear and doubt"

-Issues (Never Lose your Flames)

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Stiles sat in the dark. Knees bent up to his chin with one arm wrapped around his legs and a hand running, gripping through his hair. Breathing heavily, he looked around his bed room. It was a mess, the night before was the worst it had ever been and he had the bump on his head to prove it. It was getting to the point that even if he move a few feet something would come flying at him or around him.

Deaton suggested that he learn to control it, to concentrate. He looked over at the book falling apart a few feet in front of him and intently stared at it. The book lifted a few feet in the air. Stiles smiled at himself. A small defeat, but it was progress. Though the joy was short lived. Four of the markers on his white board flew up as well and slammed into his head board.

"Fuck." Stiles curled up into a ball on his bed. Dare not move for the fear of hurting himself.

FEVER

"I'm here to see Rupert Stilinski."

Hermione stood in front of the main desk in the Beacon Hills High School Administration office. She had walked a mere 2 miles to get there and had received some strange looks from the students and could hear some comments as well. "Who's that?" "Another knew student?" "Don't we have enough of those?" "What is she wearing?" That last comment confused her; she thought black leggings and flannel was what teenagers wore now.

"Who?" The receptionist lady asked her, looking out of sorts.

Outside Scott was standing near the door. Out of earshot and out of sight. He noticed the strange girl walk through the doors. He could sense something was off about her. Her smell was odd, not human, nor was it any other creature he had come across. He followed her over to the office and listened. 'Rupert Stilinski'; that was Stiles' name. His real name. The only two people who knew about it besides Stiles's dad was he and Malia, Stiles's girlfriend. How would a girl Scott had never seen before know this about his best friend?

"Here." Scott's ears perked up again at the distant sound of the girl's voice. "I have this file, from my superiors."

Hermione was able to transfigure the parchment into an ordinary looking file that read like a basic profile; no magical vocabulary included. "See right here?" She pointed to the name on the small tab at the top of the folder.

The receptionist took a closer look by leaning in and tilting her glasses down to the tip of her nose. "Miss, I'm afraid I can't release any information about any of our students here. Confidential, unless you're a student here." She began. "Otherwise I'm sorry. But there is nothing I can do to help you." She looked up at Hermione for a moment before looking back at her computer screen to continue what she was doing before she was interrupted by the witch.

Hermione's face fell slightly. "Thank you ma'am." She said plainly.

She was so enthralled in her thoughts about what her next plan of action was, Hermione bumped head on into someone on her way out the door and fell to the floor. Her bag going one way and her folder the other.

"I'm so sorry!" She said rushing frantically to collect her things, not into the person in which she had just collided.

"No, my fault. Let me help." Not going to lie, Scott had done that on purpose; running into her. He needed an excuse to meet her, and one that was a little less creepy than telling her that he had just eavesdropped on her conversation.

He bent down to the floor to reach for the papers that fell from her grasp, but she quickly intercepted him and shoved them into her bag. "Sorry, these are… confidential." She mumbled before balancing herself on her foot to get up. He reached out a hand to help. "Thank you."

"Stiles." Scott said, squinting his face almost immediately after. He needed to say something to her.

"I'm sorry?" Hermione's British accent was soft, not quite sure what he had just said.

"The guy you're looking for" Scott bit his tongue. "He goes by the name of Stiles."

"Oh?" Her eyes lit up, hoping the boy in front of her may be able to help. "Do you know where I might find him?"

"He's home sick." Scott stuck to the story, he didn't want to give too much information away. "He's actually my best friend. I could tell him someone is looking for him?" he offered.

Hermione looked around her to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "Actually, it is really important that I get in contact with him as soon as possible. He's…" She cut herself off. She had no idea who the dark skinned boy in front of her was. He could be making the whole thing about him and the boy in question being friends up. How did he even know why she was here? For all she knew he could just be messing with her.

"His dad is the town Sheriff. If you want, I could show you to the police station?" Scott offered, this girl seemed really adamant that she speak with Stiles, did she know what was going on with him?

"…ok" She said quietly. Taking in a deep breath she introduced herself. "I'm Hermione, and you are?"

"Scott" He held his hand out for her to shake. She hesitated for a moment before briefly accepting.

FEVER

Scott had lead Hermione out to his motorcycle, if that's what it was, more like a dirt bike. She was very out of sorts about that. She had never rode one, nor had ever wanted to. He handed her a spare helmet, and she took it. Not sure if this was a good idea on her part.

The police department wasn't too far away, maybe 15 minutes, it was enough to give Hermione a head ache though. The scenery was a blur around her, the greens of the trees melding with the greys and browns of the town.

"You ok?" Scott asked, smelling her discomfort.

"I'll be ok, I just need to walk it off." 'And maybe charm this away' she thought to herself, tossing the helmet in Scott's direction. She took note of his cat-like reflexes when he caught it in midair with one hand.

The building was small, it reminded Hermione of the library in her home town. The way the spaces were laid out and the not so distinct shape of the not so original building. "Do I just go in?" she asked her new companion.

"I'll take you in, he'll let you in right away." Scott trotted up to the front door and opened it to allow her entrance. He was being as nice to her as he could, in attempt to get on her good side. In the past hour he had known her, he could sense that she didn't trust him at all. Most people just give trust without a second thought, she was guarded though, like she was ready to fight if need be. The thought was unsettling.

"Scott? What are you doing here?" A man around 50 walked up to the two of them. "Who's this?" The man pointed at Hermione. She observed him carefully and saw the gold sheriff's badge pinned to his kaki shirt.

"Free period. This is Hermione, she's looking for Stiles." The man raised his eye brows.

"Sir? Could I have a moment of your time?" She asked. She seemed very official, like she had some experience in law enforcement.

"Would you like to go into my office?" John couldn't help but think that this girl knew something about his son. Something no one else could pin point yet about his frantic behavior and sudden ability to subconsciously move objects.

"Please" Hermione responded and followed him into the office. Scott was going in as well, but she stopped him. "This is private, sorry."

She talked with such authority. Not that her accent wasn't helping, it made him even more suspicious of her. He plopped himself on the wood bench outside John's office and tuned his ears to behind the glass embellished door. But something blocked his hearing. The voices were muffled instead of clear; he wasn't able to make out any of their conversation.

Upon entering the sheriff's office, Hermione whispered a concealment charm; one that would prevent eavesdropping. She did it so subtle, no one noticed her flick her wrist and say the incantation.

"Alright, Hermione, care to take a seat?" John gestured to the chair set in front of his desk while he sat behind.

"Thank you Sheriff." She pleasantly took his offer and perched herself into the chair.

"Now, what is it you want to say?" He intently asked, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.

Hermione reached for the file in her bag, she had put two inside, the fake one she had used earlier at the school and another which held the real parchment file. "This came to my attention a couple days ago." She slid it onto the desk in front of the sheriff.

"What is this?" Almost immediately he noticed the intricate inked scribble that read his son's name. He unfolded the parchment and began to read what was written.

"Sir, have you noticed anything strange going on in this town?" Hermione began, she had carefully rehearsed what she was going to say before walking into the office. Completely ready to answer any questions that came her way.

John didn't speak for a few minutes. He was too enthralled with what was in front of him:

Ministry of Magic Official Notes; Residential Persons' Division

Name: Rupert Genim Stilinski

Status: Wizard – Living

"Is this a joke?" There was a hint of malic in his voice as he placed the parchment flat on the table.

"No sir, not a joke. And I'm sorry this wasn't brought forth sooner." Hermione's voice fell flat, trying to figure out what to say next. This wasn't going as smoothly as she had hoped. When she found out she was a witch, here parents were surprisingly accepting to the idea. "I work in the Residential office at the Ministry in London."

"England?"

"Yes sir."

"And what are you?" He asked her, tapping a pen against the dimple in his chin.

"What am I?" She looked confused. She was a witch, but is that what he meant?

"We have Werewolves popping up all over this town lately, other weird things too. Are you a werewolf?" He explained this like it was not new information, an everyday thing.

"I'm a witch sir" She noticed is face turn in odd directions. "Broomsticks and wands?"

"Pointy hat?"

"No… well not specifically me." She thought back to her professors which wore pointy, elegant hats. Professor McGonagall was one.

"And Stiles, my son, is a…" John peeked back down at the scribbles in front of him. "Wizard."

"They are one in the same; witches' and wizards. One is male and one female." A smile played on Hermione's lips, this was going better.

"He's been having issues lately, I've been keeping him out of school." John figured this might be the reason for his son's sudden abilities.

"What kind of issues?" she knew what the answer was, though she hoped it wasn't true. This situation would be a lot harder if it was.

"He can't move or look at anything without it going out of control. I'm afraid he's going to hurt himself."

And there it was. "I believe your assumption would be correct. Someone should have come to you when Rup… Stiles was 10 to tell you this. But there is a barrier around this town, one that makes our systems hazy. I have no idea who are the werewolves. As far as I know Stiles is the only Wizard here." However she had a suspicion about Scott.

"Can you help him now?" John was becoming desperate, he couldn't lose Stiles.

"That's why I'm here"