The Big Bad

Chapter 3

Stiles' hands twitched as his feet tapped impatiently under the table, everyone was finishing their food and not a word had been spoken during that half hour. Not even Jackson had opened his mouth, which was like 'hello twilight zone' it was weird as well. Then again the unknown werewolf looked ready to bite the head of the next person to spoke. He'd steadily gotten broodier and broodier as the time ticked by excruciatingly slowly. Thankfully though, his own mind was running so he didn't feel the need to talk overly much. Alright, who was he kidding he was desperate to know what was going on and who he was. Or better yet, why everyone was here, it's actually the first time they'd all been in the same place together really since they killed Peter.

Stiles breathing suddenly hitched when those purple eyes settled on him, wait, purple? Stiles gulped, he saw nothing but fascination written across the guys face. What the hell was that all about? "Why do you have purple eyes?" he blurted out, unable to curb his tongue at all.

Everyone else cringed, Derek looked ready to smack him but at the same time jump in front of him if Harry got any ideas about hurting him. That was a usual Derek thing though, looking like he wanted to kill him but would save him in a seconds flat, just as Stiles would do the same thing. Had proven he would do the same thing as a matter of fact. Even if their relationship was mostly agnostic. Not that it was new to Stiles, he pissed off nearly everyone he met, his lack of filter and his inability to sit still for more than a few minutes.

"Ask me that again when we are alone," Harry stated, glancing at the side of the table where Allison and Scott sat, making no secret of it. Basically telling everyone he didn't trust them the slightest, or maybe just Allison.

Stiles glanced at Allison to see her cheeks flush red and her lips purse, evidently working hard not to say a word. Surprisingly, Scott actually managed to keep quiet, even if he was scowling at the werewolf with an angry glare.

"Where is your actual emissary?" Harry demanded of Derek, facing the werewolf, a slight perplexed look on his face as he stood up, and moved to the middle of the loft, so he could see everyone in the room without having to move an inch.

"I don't have one," Derek informed him, a glower on his face.

Harry's gaze flickered to Scott before returning to Derek, "But you know one I assume?" it was the only thing that could explain the magic on the werewolf called Scott.

Derek bit out, "One, he used to be the Hale pack Emissary, for my mom,"

"Used to be?" Harry asked, his voice cold, glancing at Peter with a cocked brow, silently wanting to know something that was beyond Derek's understanding. He didn't speak Harry Potter after all.

"He…ah, retired after the fire," Peter said, his tone filled with derision.

"Awfully convenient isn't it?" Harry asked disgustedly.

"Doctor Deaton is a good man!" Scott exploded, "He wouldn't do anything like that!" everyone knew what Harry was implying.

"Do you understand the duties of an Emissary, boy?" Harry growled, his purple eyes flashing, showing a hint of fang.

Scott whimpered, his wolf reacting viscerally towards the dominance Harry was displaying. Showing his neck and his submission, the move was purely a part on his wolf, and Scott was clearly struggling with such a display on his wolf's behalf. It was evident on every line of his face.

Realisation dawned in Harry's eyes, he was a lone wolf, he wasn't part of this pack. But he wouldn't feel the need to with the ritual on him, it was doing more harm than good. Whoever had done it, had not anticipated it being so long, he was going to go feral eventually if he didn't join a pack. Which meant he was dangerous and unpredictable, especially to Stiles, his so called best friend. He would need to keep an eye on him.

"Everything I've read means they're advisors," Stiles contributed, as Allison spoke quietly to Scott, her brow furrowed showing her worry for her boyfriend.

"That they are, traditionally only the Alpha knows who the Emissary of their pack is, but the Emissary knows everyone in the pack. They bind a pack to its humanity, and serve as advisors as you stated. Just because the Alpha died it doesn't mean you're free and clear of your duties." Harry said icily, quite looking forward to meeting this son of a bitch. "The Hale pack still existed, he was duty bound to the next in line," and they did not give their allegiances to lone wolves or perform rituals for outsiders. He did not like those who abandoned their duties, at all.

"They're human then?" the Banshee stated, itching to write everything she was learning down.

"Druids," Harry corrected her, with a wicked smirk on his face, "Not so human after all, they have the ability to harness magic." finding it ironic still that Druids helped tie a pack to its humanity when humanity wouldn't consider them human due to their abilities.

"I'm not a druid, so why would you want me to be the emissary?" Stiles asked his hands flailing around as if he was exasperated.

Harry stared at him, "No, no you're not a Druid, you're so much more," Harry said blankly, his lips twitched when Stiles flailed so badly at that pronouncement that he slid from his chair and fell on the floor with a thud. Judging by everyone's eyerolls it was a common occurrence for the young boy. They were giving Stiles sidelong looks, their curiosity getting the better of them.

Except Peter, Peter was just smirking as he watched the show, Harry always had that ability to command a room by just being there. He also had the uncanny ability to blend into the background too, but he didn't chose to use that ability often. At least he hadn't six years ago.

"He's human, what else could he be?" Scott argued.

A pang of pain hit Stiles, it felt like a great insult every time Scott said that, it wasn't meant to be. He thought Scott wanted him to remain human, to remind himself that he was human despite his wolf. To keep Scott human like he had been doing since the very night he had been bitten. He slid back into his seat, subdued.

"This coming from a wolf who still has no control over his wolf?" Harry asked icily, "Do not contradict me."

"Now I want everything that's happened explained to me from the very beginning," Harry said, eyeing them all, "Every small detail, don't leave them out."

"Why?" Jackson asked, his tone unusually contemplative, as if his wolf was aware that he didn't want to piss Harry off.

Harry grinned showing a little too much teeth, "Are you aware you can change into both forms?" causing Jackson to pale astonishingly fast, he didn't like to think of the Kanima. "If you want any help with that, ask," he might be having fun, but he was also going off topic too much. The teenagers probably had curfews which meant they didn't have long, considering they had at least eight to nine months to cover it will take a while.

Jackson swallowed thickly, those months as a lizard called a 'Kanima' had not been fun. He glimpsed visions of what he had done, even if it was out of his control. He'd been a puppet at the hands of a sadistic teenager and even more sadistic old man. He hated being reminded of what he was once. The knowledge that he had killed people, it was horrific. He'd successfully convinced his parents that he had been acting out to get their attention once it was over and he turned into a werewolf. They had bought it and they'd rescinded the fact they were going to send him to London to finish school. Now he was being told he could transform back? That was terrifying, he never wanted to be back as that thing again.

Interest flickered through Peter, excitement as well, the prospect of examining Jackson suddenly consumed him. He didn't doubt Harry for a second, Jackson would be able to transform into his Beta shift as well as the Kanima. Would he be capable of using his venom? That would be one hell of an advantage, he could very swiftly take care of any danger, paralyze them, thank the moon he was in Derek's pack, he was almost jealous. Almost.

Its an advantage that would come in handy with the Alpha pack at their doors.

Harry sighed, "Any time today would be welcome,"

Scott wanted to spit out 'Peter bit me that's what happened' but he didn't dare to, his wolf was cowering and Scott was frankly terrified. He was only just managing to stop himself trembling violently, and that was due to Allison's presence, not that Scott realized that titbit of information.

He wasn't the only one who remained silent, everyone else did too…but Stiles as always had the inability to keep his mouth shut followed by a massive amount of bravado that had infuriated everyone. Stiles glanced once at Derek, before he began his tale, aware that what he had done nearly a year ago had been downright awful, he hadn't seen the 'dead body' as a person just some way to have fun while someone's life, Derek's life had been turned upside down by the death. "It started nearly nine months ago, I was listening to my dad's radio, he's the Sheriff of Beacon Hills and a report came in that a dead body had been found in the preserve." Seeing the werewolf standing stiller than a statue, staring at him, his full undivided attention was unusual, and he felt extremely awkward. Stiles closed his eyes, embarrassment and shame exuding from him, "I wanted to go and see it, nothing ever happens here so I thought it would be fun…I went to get Scott and we went into the woods to find it, find her." He corrected himself.

Harry's lips twitched a bit, teenagers, they didn't think of the consequences of their actions. It was like a mirror of himself really, he would have done the same thing. Although if he'd had a regular upbringing perhaps not.

"My dad found us, and I covered for Scott, pretended I was out alone, and dad took me home." Stiles continued, glancing at Scott, "Scott was bitten that night, he thought it was a wolf, he patched himself up at the vets where he worked and went home. The bite disappeared and he could smell and see better…I put the pieces together but Scott refused to listen to me, he thought I was trying to break him and Allison up, that I was jealous of the fact he was suddenly popular and had a date, it was the night of the full moon," those were never things he strove for, despite his words that he was a nerd by association to Scott he wouldn't have traded him for all the popularity one could get.

Harry nodded, denial was expected, especially when you take into account the boy was a No-Maj. Still, to have had warning from his best friend and still gone out was at the height of stupidity. He could have exposed the supernatural world, it was a good job for him that he didn't, otherwise MACUSA would have gotten involved and obliviated everyone and arrested Scott. It wouldn't have mattered if he was new to the supernatural or not, American Ministry was much sterner against exposure than Britain's.

He gave his hand a roll, indicating for them to continue, it was primarily Derek and Stiles talking about the first few weeks. What he was hearing didn't impress Harry or endear him towards Scott who he found out was called Scott McCall. From the lacrosse practices, to Derek threatening to kill him if he played to the fact they not only got him arrested for the murder of his sister but actually dug her remains up – Scott had done it so he could play unimpeded while Stiles thought he was doing the right thing – heartbeats did not lie. The dislocated shoulder Jackson suffered when Scott lost control, and everything else including the clawed gloves of his lacrosse gear. The fact he had no control, how the 'Alpha' was controlling him, the trip to the bus to try and jog the memories. Which apparently Scott blamed Derek for yet again. Harry honestly didn't understand where the hell the leaps of logic were coming from.

If Harry hadn't already suspected/known Peter had been alpha at one point, Scott's glare would have given away that mystery quite quickly. He also knew Peter had been killed and used the only ritual available to werewolves to return from the dead.

Still the story continued to pour out, as more and more of the people involved in the instances got involved in revealing their points of views.

"Would you have done it?" Harry questioned interrupting the tale, staring intently at Stiles, Kate Argent shot Derek with a rare strain of Wolfsbane apparently, and he went to Scott and Stiles for aid. How Scott went for it while having dinner with the Argents, and that Stiles and Derek had headed for the vets office due to the fact the 'big boss man' wasn't going to be there.

"Done what?" Stiles asked, shifting uncomfortably at the purple eyes, they were more intimidating than his green ones.

"Cut off his arm?" Harry's head cocked to the side, Stiles knew very well what he meant, he just didn't want to answer.

Stiles swallowed remembering that night, how close he had been to turning that bone saw on, "Yes," he admitted, not something he wanted to do but he would have done it. Even after finding out they didn't just grow new parts or heal like worms. Which made him wonder if there were wereworms out there, and if they grew body parts back.

"I reiterate my first statement, Derek, don't let him go," Harry said, not many people who do that for a stranger, although he imagined Derek's sour disposition might have something to do with it.

Stiles felt warmth rush through him, he didn't get the credit where it was due a lot of the time. They saw him as a useless human, hell, they even put Allison before him because she could fire a bloody crossbow. Truth be known, he knew how to fire a gun, and accurately thank you very much. His father had made sure he knew how to use one, he'd had to with a son that can get into impossible places so he made sure Stiles respected guns. Although running while trying to shoot something…might prove difficult he was naturally clumsy.

He had saved their lives multiple times and he never received a single thank you.

"Continue," Harry stated, wanting to know the rest of what happened and why he had been called here. Getting a complete picture of a situation was always important to him. He refused to rush into a situation again, he had learned the hard way what happened when he did that. If he had just been a little smarter and listened to his friend – as Scott should have done but without the severe consequences – his godfather would have survived. He'd be an old man now though, but Harry would have relished at least one person who knew his parents being alive. Unfortunately, Remus, Sirius, Severus and everyone else had died in the war. Severus had given him the greatest gift, memories of his mom growing up. They were so infinitely precious that he'd cherish them for all time.

The revelation of the Hale fire by the Argents and what happened to Peter was what followed between Derek and Scott in the hospital after Scott insisted they were much nicer than him.

"You forget that apparently my family deserved to die in horrible agony and that we must have done something to deserve it, isn't that right?" Peter stated coldly, blue eyes blazing, it had taken everything in him not to leap out of the chair and rip the impudent pup to shreds for his words. Peter did not miss the horrified wince and pain in Allison's face, she still had not fully comprehended the reality of what her aunt had done.

"He got out of there unscathed?" Harry gaped, eyeing Peter and Derek shrewdly, whenever someone mentioned his family in a derisive matter he got pissed off enough to use magic for Merlin's sake. He hadn't known his parents so he couldn't imagine the self-control required to stop themselves from pulverising Scott to a bleeding pulp. Peter had always been protective of his family, to hear that he had done nothing when they were derided was both amazing and disheartening. "That's…surprising," he felt the need to add, not that it was needed, the fact Harry visibly showed a reaction to the statement meant everyone there knew how odd it was. He would talk to Peter about it later. Find out why exactly he did let the boy away with it, it was just not Peter and he was deeply concerned.

It was like saying he stood there and let someone insult his parents only to laugh with them.

It just would not occur.

Derek explained about the next dead body, the clerk at the store, with Lydia and Jackson piping in since they'd been there.

"Took your mood out on the store clerk did you?" Harry asked, giving Peter a smirk, now that sounded like the Peter he knew. His attitude terrified the teenagers there, surprisingly, except Stiles, who knew each of the people who died deserved it. He didn't see the world in black and white like the others. He would have done the same thing if it had been his dad who got killed and it was covered up. Didn't mean he regretted killing Peter though, he threated Scott, threatened Lydia, threatened everyone he cared about. The only thing that he felt bad about was his method.

Peter's gaze just glittered malevolently, the Left Hand showing his dark side.

"…It was the news that someone drew a spiral on the condensation on Scott's car that led me to believe someone else had survived the fire." Derek informed him.

"And you never once suspected Peter?" Harry asked, a doubtful look on his face, "Didn't your family have contingences in place for things like this? To meet up if something should happen? Did you even follow through with any of them?"

"They did," Derek glowered, "We didn't," saying nothing further on that night, he never spoke of it and never would. Especially not in the room with a group of teenagers who would never understand his loss. His entire world had come crashing down, he barely remembered any of it other than Laura dragging him away. That night was hazy, it had taken him everything not to transform and just howl his loss into the sky and considering it was a full moon when they were on the move…it was testament to their control that they'd remained entirely human for the duration.

"So there is a possibility that someone survived," Harry stated, "You didn't bother sticking around to find out…you left Peter behind," wincing in pain as his shields were lowered yet again. Fucking hell, this place was a hellmouth, with them lowered, he saw the Hale pack surrounding him. "Peter was the last time you spoke of your pack accurate in numbers?" his gaze far off causing everyone surrounding him to become alarmed except Peter who knew exactly what Harry was seeing. At that moment if the shields hadn't lowered, everyone would have seen a side to Harry they would not wish to see.

"Fourteen," Peter said, his heart pounding dangerously, he knew, he just knew Harry was seeing them all, the pack lost to him. "Only three of us survived." Eleven people died went unsaid but clearly understood.

"You think," Harry muttered breathing hitching, as the word 'Cora' reached his ears, damn, he knew that name, Peter had loved that little girl, worshiped the ground she walked on. He had been shown pictures too, out of the entire pack Peter spoke of her the most often. Shaking his head violently, he erected his shields, every time someone died within his vicinity, they were lowered, allowing him to see them. What surprised him most was the blonde teenage girl, she was still there, they normally did not appear unless they had a connection to those around him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Derek retorted immediately, not able to censure his voice.

"Who?" Peter asked, his voice impassive, but his eyes…they were filled with dread and part desperation for him and Derek not to be the only ones who lived.

"Cora," Harry said grimly.

"Who's Cora?" Scott asked, as if he wasn't keeping up with the events happening in front of him.

"My sister," Derek said, looking sick to his stomach, it was impossible she couldn't have survived. There was no way this guy could possibly know she survived. Yet, judging by Peter's reaction, he trusted him, he believed him and Peter wasn't one for trusting just anyone. "My youngest sister," already itching to get up, to find her, yet such a task would be next to impossible. Six years nearly seven had gone by since the fire…she wasn't ten years old anymore…she would be seventeen soon. No, what was he thinking? He was believing him without even an ounce of evidence. Unless of course, you counted a steady heartbeat as evidence.

"How could you possibly know that?" Scott asked, eyeing him with doubt clearly written across his face.

"That is none of your business," Harry snapped, getting annoyed by the judgemental little shit, and his constant complaints and comments. "Now let's get back to the matter at hand, I'm losing what's left of my patience," rubbing his forehead, he wasn't going to stick around if this kept happening every few minutes.

Peter and Derek were still reeling over what had just been told to them. Jackson and Lydia weren't around for the next part, so they had nothing to say. Surprisingly they glanced at Stiles, he had been in the centre of the entire thing the whole way through.

"Um, Derek beat up Deaton, he suspected him to be the Alpha," Stiles ventured on his own, grinning at the sight of the embarrassment on the Werewolves face at that pronouncement. "Scott wanted to prove that he wasn't the Alpha so we went to the school, at night, and he used his connection with Peter to howl his location…"

Harry groaned and closed his eyes, teenagers, the drama he had forgotten all about that in his seclusion. He could guess what happened without needing to be informed.

"Peter showed up just as Deaton disappeared, then…we thought the Alpha had killed Derek," Stiles said, at the incredulous looks he received all around him he added, "What else were we supposed to think? He had blood gushing out of his mouth! It looked as if the claws had gone right through his heart! And he wasn't moving,"

"Takes a lot to kill a werewolf," Harry said, "It's understandable really, you're new to the supernatural world, it would have killed anyone else." Nodding his understanding.

Peter arched a brow and glanced at Harry curiously, he was kinder and patient towards Stiles than anyone else in the room. He wondered why that was, just what was Stiles that Harry felt a kinship towards him? If it was, for all he knew perhaps what he'd been told so far was enough to warm Harry to Stiles. Harry wasn't someone easily impressed though, he knew that. Harry had said he was something else…the question was what?

He couldn't wait until he found out.

To find out though, they had to reveal everything Harry wanted to know then get his help.

Part of Peter didn't want that to happen, he knew Harry would disappear as soon as it was over. He wouldn't see him again, and honestly…the thought actually pained Peter immensely. It had been difficult enough not just letting him go but telling him he didn't want to see him again.

Perhaps Harry wouldn't want anything to do with him after he discovered it all, although he probably already realized he had killed Laura.

It's what had drawn Peter to Harry, except his exceptionally good looks, he had a first rate mind that could keep up with him.

Stiles was the one to continue speaking about the events of the night in the school. He left nothing out, including the fact Jackson had screwed up the Molotov cocktail and how Scott had gone out with basically nothing to defend himself. How they had fought off the Alpha – Harry outright chuckled at the look on Peter's face, he'd never seen a more petulant look – and the outcome being that Derek was blamed for every death that had been at the hands of the Alpha and he became a wanted man. How Scott confessed what the Alpha wanted, him to kill his 'pack' in order to join his.

"Really, Peter?" Harry asked dryly, tutting at him as he shook his head. "All that reading on old pack traditions didn't do you any favours." He wasn't surprised he'd remember those even in his delirium. A lone wolf, if he'd gone any longer Beacon Hills would have been a complete bloodbath. Even someone as headstrong as Peter would have given in and anyone in his path would have been destroyed. Part of him wanted to kick Derek's ass for leaving family behind, for leaving pack behind regardless of their state of mind. It was the most dangerous thing they could have done. Especially given Peter's…job within the pack.

In turn Peter just smirked in lieu of a real of an answer.

Harry moved back around, grabbing one of the chairs and moving it into position, suddenly feeling tired and extremely guilty. If he had just looked him up, called, enquired anything…Peter wouldn't have been on his own. He could have healed him and had him out of the hospital within a few days. He had nothing to feel guilty for Peter had made himself clear. He was only doing as Peter had requested.

It was unfortunate, the circumstances that had followed.

Derek finally regained control of his equilibrium and began speaking, talking of going underground blooded and pained. How it had taken five days to heal, even with all the food he could eat stashed away with him. How he'd returned just in time to stop Scott from attacking Allison and Jackson. Then the next night he had been tracking the Alpha who had gone after Harris… when the police intervened. With Stiles adding that he and Scott had been driving Derek's car, and managed to save him.

Stiles teasingly added the part about his 'cousin Miguel' making Derek look ready to rip his head off. Instead all Derek did was smack the back of his head causing Stiles to flounder once again. He did not fall off his seat this time. Those two Harry deduced liked teasing the shit out of each other. They came from two different worlds though, violence was a natural part of Derek's since they couldn't really hurt each other. He rather hoped Derek wouldn't go too far, since there had been humans in his pack he deduced that he probably wouldn't. Then of course, the teasing was over as he discussed the incident at the hospital, how he'd figured out that it was Peter all along.

"Ironically enough I think you would have figured it out more quickly if you weren't constantly distracted by Scott or Derek," Harry said perceptively. All those distractions had prevented him from seeing what was in front of him. "Ever had your IQ tested?"

Lydia's head jerked at that, looking at Stiles intently.

"No," Stiles replied honestly, that would require concentration and focus, it wouldn't be an accurate test due to his ADHD.

It was Derek that went on to inform Harry about the visit to the boys locker rooms and Peter's decision to show Scott the memories of the fire. To try and get the Beta onside, not that it worked, since Scott was still refusing to submit to his Alpha. This surprised Harry somewhat, Scott gave the impression of a do-gooder, someone who saw himself as a hero in all this.

When Harry found out about the date between Scott's mom and him, he growled, he actually honest to god growled until the entire foundation of the loft shook.

Lydia clutched Jacksons hands as she shook in fear, she still hadn't gotten over what Peter had done to her. Or the events of the video store. Or her changes that Peter had wrought in her.

Derek glanced at Peter, observing him cringing that's when he knew that their relationship whatever it was…had been a partnership. He was acting very possessive, usually only mates…Derek exhaled shakily, of course, Peter had found his mate…what had happened between them to have Harry remain away? What had Peter done or said? How could he have let his mate go? He was beginning to comprehend the full scope of his and Laura leaving and the danger they'd placed Beacon Hills in. The danger of the supernatural being exposed so explosively.

No wonder Harry had come no questions asked.

Derek suddenly found himself trusting Harry, more so than he would have done and far greater than he wished.

Peter opened and closed his mouth wordlessly before snapping it closed, deciding against explaining.

Harry despite his anger and frustration over Peter, noticed that Allison Argent was beginning to get squirmy. He kept an eye on her as he listened to Stiles confessing he got his father drunk to find out more about the case. Jackson informs everyone that Derek had agreed to turn him into a werewolf at that point. When he wasn't even an Alpha.

"Already deciding on a pack were you?" Harry said icily, causing Derek to flinch. Yes, perhaps he should keep out of Harry's sight for a while especially when he found out that it had been him who killed his mate. "And you are hiding something," he added facing Argent, the girl was good for her age but not good enough to fool him.

And Derek confirmed it, reluctantly informing him about his capture and torture at the hands of Kate Argent and Allison's observation of the fact.

"A natural hunter like the rest of your family," Harry cooed at it, vindictively watching her flinch. He made it a habit to take out as many hunters as he could, amoral disgusting creatures who were fifty times worse than those they claim to 'hunt' she was lucky she was just a kid otherwise she would join the tally.

"I am not like Kate," Allison's voice was low and pained.

"Not yet," Harry scoffed derisively, "Do you know how many people have died at the hands of your father, mother, aunt and grandfather? I'll clue you in, it boarders on the millions, and most than half weren't even werewolves they were human and in the way."

Allison's face crumbled at that information, tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Repeating the mantra she had started up, having abandoned the hunter code her family had adhered to.

"That's her family not her!" Scott proclaimed in her defence.

Harry eyed him before dismissing him entirely.

Lydia rolled her eyes, eyeing her nails as she spoke, speaking of what happened to her for the first time since it happened. How she'd attended the dance with Stiles, how she had missed Jackson and decided to go and look for him. How she had been attacked by a red eyed hulking beast she now knew as Peter Hale. "…and that is all I remember,"

"Mmm, the mind does have a habit of hiding traumatic events, a coping mechanism," Harry agreed, "When he bit you…he unleashed the supernatural blood within you early…"

"Early? So she would have always ended up…" Stiles asked eager as always for information.

"Yes, it's in her blood, unfortunately this way it didn't come out slowly but almost fully fledged, her unacceptance of what she is, is hindering it's process making it much harder and more difficult for her." Harry said, fascinated as always, she was probably the closest being in the universe who could be compared to him even remotely. She would only see and be alerted to supernatural deaths, as apposed to everyone like he was. There would never be another like him, he was made to be the Master of Death, it was in his blood…his destiny if you will.

"What do you mean? What have I ended up? You know why I wasn't turned into a werewolf?" Lydia asked the questions exploding in her mind.

Harry's lips twitched, she reminded him vividly of Hermione, "You are a Banshee," he explained, "Extremely rare, once you learn of your particular talents you'll never be vulnerable again. Don't fight it, accept it, as your family before you has done. I have a few books you could borrow on the subject if you wish."

Lydia's eyes lit up, but she remained perfectly composed and nodded just once.

Nobody spoke after that, they were not looking forward to revealing the next part. Everyone quite wary of eliciting another bout of anger from Harry. If he went nuts over Peter dating someone they could imagine how he'd react to them killing him no matter how dangerous he was. They didn't know the reason why – except Derek – but they knew it wasn't a good thing.

Considering it was Stiles idea to use Molotov cocktails, it was little wonder he was looking ready to bolt towards the loft doors. Derek himself, wasn't fairing any better. Peter would have gotten amusement out of it if he wasn't still worried over Harry's reaction to the fake date he'd taken McCall's mother on in order to get Scott on his side. He'd never intended to do anything other than share a meal with her, not that he'd let Scott think that. It would have defeated the purpose.

"I told Derek about him using his nurse to lure Laura to Beacon Hills. Then we went after Peter," Scott spat Peter's name as if it was something disgusting and foul, as always missing the subtle undercurrents of all situations that didn't directly involve him. "To kill him. He killed Allison's aunt and then tried to kill Allison before Stiles and Jackson hit him with bottles of Molotov cocktails and set him on fire," he said self-righteously. "Derek finished him off by slashing his throat."

The resulting explosion had everyone – including the werewolves – blasted off their chairs and skidding along the floor, ears ringing as dust sprinkled around showing off the destroyed wall and windows as a result of his magical backlash.

Harry stood amidst the mess breathing heavily, eyes purple and fully changed into his shift, and he was massive. His hulking frame took up a huge amount of room in the large loft otherwise he would have been squashed uncomfortably. He was double the size of the twins in their combined form.

BOOM! What did you think? As always Scott puts his foot in his mouth! I know many of you will have found this chapter quite tedious due to it being about what has already happened but it must be added for those who have not read Teen Wolf OR watched the TV series so they can get an understanding of the characters and the situations they'd been in! I'm no longer sure this will be a short story but I'll do my best by it! as always! So, many people want it to be a Stiles/Peter/Harry story, I don't normally go for that sort of thing, too much drama and trouble involved in threesomes so IF it is done it will be the very last chapter presumably when Stiles is 18 years old...or it can remain a Harry/Peter story...it can go either way so that's it! it's either Peter/Harry/Stiles or Harry/Peter! The way it's going I do not think Malia is going to be in it...I doubt Harry would be happy :D :D hehe so will Harry have the ability to turn others with his purple eyes? Nobody is going to be able to deny just how powerful and different Harry is now ;) I just love writing a bad ass Harry! Read and Review Please!