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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone}

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


Chapter II

–Darach–

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

PH's POV

Peter frowned as he listened to his nephew and niece talk about the last seven years. He didn't understand this… pull. Normally he let his wolf tell him what to do, but this? This was different. On a whole other level!

"Quiet!" he ordered, making both Derek and the teenagers turn towards him as he listened. Was that… "A storm?"

They approached the window and looked outside. Not a single cloud… except for one single dark cloud over the camping park. Just as they found it, a lightning appeared. Right over the park.

"Shit!" Cora turned and run.

"Cora!" Derek shouted after her.

"It's Potter! He's having a nightmare." Cora said as she entered the elevator.

The blondie and black man were quick to follow her. Derek turned towards Peter as the elevator's doors closed.

"Don't look at me. It's your pack."

"You know better than me about Druids." Derek argued.

Peter huffed.

"Potter isn't a Druid. Druids can't do what he does."

"You… you've met him?"

Peter shrugged and walked towards the returned elevator, one of the teenagers had probably clicked the pull up button. Derek followed him just as another lightning stroke, once they reached the bottom floor the thunder's sound followed. Peter looked up towards the sky. Harry was powerful. Peter had to give him that.

"He was reminded of his deceased wife." Derek glanced back from his Camaro. "Just give him a calming pill."

"That isn't helpful at all, Peter!"

"Then call Scott and his Emissary." Peter entered his Audi and drove towards his apartment. He had just finished a bath when his phone rang. He picked it with a sigh. {Derek.}

{Are you at your place?}

{Indeed.}

{I'm heading over.}

{What do you need now?}

{The children are asking for you.}

{Wha…?} Peter frowned, looking out the window only to notice the clouds had disappeared. {You gave him the sleeping pill.}

{You told me to!} Derek growled back.

Peter huffed. Why was Derek the Alpha out of everyone?

{I'm not a babysitter, Derek.}

{You babysitted me, Laura and Cora plenty of times.} Derek retorted.

{Fine. But Cora's picking them up in the morning!}

{Lunch.} Derek agreed.

{Why do you care so much for them anyway?}

{They saved Cora, Erica and Boyd.}

{So?}

{From Deucalion's Alpha Pack.}

Peter almost lost the phone as realization hit home. His wolf was purring with excitement.

{I don't have extra rooms.} He argued, while holding back his wolf.

{And mine are occupied.} Derek agreed, before hanging up on Peter.

Peter sighed and looked down at the towel around his body. Dressing up first. Fix house later.

–BHA–

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Peter entered with the children in the animal shop, only for the doorbell to rang. Alan Deaton approached from the back with a raised eyebrow.

"Peter."

"Alan." Peter agreed. "Saw the storm last night?"

"In fact I did." He agreed warily as the youngest trio passed the counter-door and went to behind the counter, running and messing around while the teenager didn't move away from Peter. "I take it you know what caused it."

"Yes, a Warlock."

The Druid stopped form where he was trying to stop the children from messing with the paperwork to look back at Peter.

"How powerful are we speaking about?"

"I did say Warlock, didn't I?"

"Why have you come to me, then?"

"Daddy is the Warlock." Jimmy put in as he pulled on the white medical cloth. "Peter's babysitting us until sleeping pills stop having an effect on Daddy."

"It was our fault." Teddy added. "We mentioned the reason we left England."

"And Mum's death." Lilu added. "Me. I killed Mum."

"No, Lilu. Your blood." Jimmy amended.

"Tha'." Lilu agreed, pout like. "My poison."

Alan frowned and opened the door, letting Peter in and walking towards the back door, pulling the trio over the table.

"I'm just going to do a little prod on the tip of your fingers."

The tree nodded and Deaton prodded each one collecting from each a drop of blood. He looked at Teddy, who raised his hands.

"Godson. No poison on my blood."

"Except for lycanthropy." Jimmy argued.

"Well, at least my blood isn't poisonous to my own mother."

"She's dead anyway."

"Children!" Peter hissed and the boys lowered their heads ashamed. "They'll be entering school in Beacon Hills this year. Derek wants to know if a cure needs to be ready for in case an accident happens."

Deaton nodded as he stored the blood samples.

"I'll see what I can find."

"Good. Do you have any pets they can play with? I need a cup of coffee in silence."

"Of course."

Peter turned to leave, only for something to attach itself at his leg. He looked down to see Lilu hugging him tight.

"Five minutes." The girl shook her head. "He has cats." She shook her head. "Dogs?"

"Peter."

Peter sighed as Deaton snickered.

"What is it with me being unable to say no lately?" he leaned down and picked the toddler up.

"You should look up unto that." Deaton agreed, only for the adult werewolf to glare back.

Peter left the Animal Clinic and walked towards the next coffee shop, sat the girl down and asked his double black coffee.

"Gift."

"No. I drink my coffee and we go pick your brothers."

"Gift." Peter glares at her and she smiled. "Daddy."

"A gift… for Dad?" the girl nodded. "What kind of gift?"

The girl frowned in thought.

"Daddy says favourite plant is lily like Lilu's name."

"Lily?"

"Lily Luna Potter." Lilu smiled warmly back.

"Lily it will be."

–BHA–

HJP's POV

Harry accepted the single flower that Lilu was holding him and smiled, kissing the top of her head.

"Of course I love you, Princess."

"What?" Scott wondered.

"Dude, that's a tiger lily." The human whispered back.

"So?"

"When you gift a tigerlily to someone it means 'I dare you to love me'." Harry explained towards the two teenagers, who turned deep red. He turned towards the Hangman who had just brought him his kiddos. "Thanks for watching over them, Peter."

"I've dealt with worse. Don't worry, Harry."

Harry nodded, smiling at his flower.

"Harry? Who's Harry?"

"That's me." Harry interrupted. "That's my name."

"Oh…"

"Yes, you still have to call me Mr Potter."

"How do you always know everything?"

"I'm an Apothecarian." Harry put in, before standing. "Did you chose the flower, Baby?"

"Only the best for Daddy. Lilu made Daddy have bad dream on birthdate."

Harry sighed and set the flower down, before pulling his Princess to his arms.

"It was not your fault. I should've noticed earlier. If anyone's fault it is mine."

–BHA–

Monday, 10 September 2012

Harry walked the kiddos to the school. What's with everyone and drive everywhere? It's a small town!

"It's the Witch!" - "I heard he makes concoctions." - "I heard he killed his own wife." - "I heard that as well. The sheriff even investigated him!"

Harry stopped to massage his oncoming headache.

"Who wants a back ride?" Harry opened his eyes to see Vernon and Erica. "Good morning, Mr Potter."

"Vernon, Erica."

Vernon leaned down and pulled Ally to his shoulders. Erica pulled Lilu to her arms.

"How are you?"

Harry glanced at the badmouthing mothers as they entered the primary school.

"Reconsidering my idea of staying in one place for long."

"We thought you'd say that." Erica agreed as they entered the school heading to the Headmaster's office. "Director. The Potters."

A Muggle smiled at them and nodded. They were guided around the perimeter and then presented to each of the trio's teacher.

"First time away from the father?" one of the teachers wondered.

"Yes." Harry agreed as he finished showing the three how to deal with any wounds.

"We're used to children wounds. We…"

"Our blood is poisonous." Harry argued, harshly. "I'm certain the Hales have warned you of this already."

"AIDS?" one of them wondered as the quartet played around in the classroom with Erica and Vernon.

"Something like that. That's how my wife died. My genes killed her on long constant contact."

The teachers glanced at the trio and then to Harry, nodding.

"We'll be careful, Mr Potter."

Harry nodded and hugged the trio close, before leaving with the teenagers and heading to the high school. After another speech with the Headmaster - Director, he reminded himself - Harry started to leave the school only to freeze and look back. A woman was looking right back.

"Mr Potter." Harry turned towards see Scott and Stiles by his side. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Sir."

Harry turned again to the woman, but she had disappeared.

"Keep an eye out on Teddy." Scott looked back puzzled. "He can't control himself yet." He added at once.

"I'll do my best, Sir."

Harry nodded and left the school grounds. He run to the shop and to the books. Protection spells… protection spells…

"You know… a wizard in my backyard it's the last thing I needed right now."

Harry raised his wand at once as the woman, or whatever it was, attacked him with her own powers.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed at the Darach.

Honestly! How many more creatures where in this town?

"It's nothing against you. Really. Under another circumstances I'd let you be… but…"

Harry narrowed his eyes as she actually managed to walk forward. Even while stopped a hex. This is why he hated Druids!

"I'm not here for you." He argued.

"I can't risk that."

Harry sighed and called to himself his magic as she attacked and attacked and attacked. Until he knew no more.

–BHA–

PH's POV

Peter wondered why he had just felt like he was needed somewhere. Derek on his heels as they'd been together at the moment Peter had been hit with the need. He run inside the Apothecary shop only to see Harry on the floor by his counter a heap of books by his side. Peter approached at once, letting his hand take out the pain. He was alive… although… Peter couldn't hear his breath or heart…

"Hey…"

"What happened?" Derek asked as he took in the damage of whatever fight Harry had had in the room.

"Darach."

"What?" Derek looked back from where he was checking a series of broken flasks.

"The antagonist of Druid, Derek. Try to keep up." Peter explained. "You all right?" he added towards Harry whose heartbeat had finally become audible. What in hell had happen?

"Dying it's so not the best experience in the world." Harry retorted as his breath returned and he started to shallow breathing. Even though he was worried, Peter couldn't help the smile at the comparison used. "Did you piss off any Druid lately?"

"Not that I remember of." Peter argued.

"You certain?"

"I'm certain." Peter agreed, amused.

"Anything you can tell of him?" Derek asked, kneeling by their side. His eyes on Peter, confused.

"Her." Harry argued. "And no… I saw her true face. You will only see her mask."

Derek nodded.

"Anything at all?"

"Well… she was at school. High school."

Derek traded a look with Peter.

"Go. I'll protect him."

The puzzled look was back, but he nodded and left.

"I need the Phoenix's tears flask."

Peter nodded and stood, going to fetch it. He let Harry drink it all in one gulp, before he started to smell his body healing. It was about time.

"Powerful?"

"Druids are different. They gather magic from objects… which I have aplenty."

Peter looked at the broken flasks.

"She's owing you money, then."

Harry laughed which provoked him to start coughing with lack of air, which Peter counted as bonus since Harry merely ever smiled – fast breathing and cough included.

"She just tried to kill me, I don't believe payment was on the top of her thoughts."

"Possibly not." Peter stood and pulled Harry with him. "Can you walk?" Harry tried to give a step, but his legs vacillated. Peter picked him up unto his back. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"You are full of pain. There's no way I'm leaving you to your own account until I've made certain you are healed."

"I…"

"Drop it. I'm taking you to the family Druid."

Harry sighed and stayed quiet as Peter carried him all the way on his back towards the Animal Clinic. Once inside, Deaton raised an eyebrow.

"This is a Animal Clinic."

"Attacked by a Darach." Peter argued.

Uncertain, Deaton opened the door and let them to the back room. Peter set Harry on the table.

"Took anything?" Deaton wondered as he just sat on the table.

"Phoenix's tears." Deaton looked back at the Briton. "It has healings…"

"I know. It's also quite rare and expensive."

A flask flew from the counter to Harry's hands who took it to his cheek and let several tears to fall on it. Then he offered it to Deaton.

"You've been saved by an actual Phoenix?"

"At 12-year-old. From an actual Basilisk's poison bite."

"The Darach… actually killed you, didn't he?"

Peter turned towards Harry, who nodded.

"I believe this Phoenix/Basilisk creature is something big." He wondered.

"Yes." Deaton agreed. "See it like this: no poison, ever, will hurt him because he already has the worst on his genes."

"Always fighting it's own body." Harry added solemnly.

Peter nodded as Deaton checked Harry. He picked his own phone when Derek rang.

{Yes?}

{Crows just attacked the Stiles, Scott, Cora, Boyd and Erica's classroom.}

{And them?}

{Fine, but the smell of dead crows took the smell of the Darach away.}

Peter lowered the phone.

"Suicidal crows?"

Wizard and Druid shared looks.

"Bad omen." Both agreed.

Peter took the phone back to his ear.

{Heard that?}

{Yes. Was that Deaton?}

{Yes. Harry was attacked by a Darach, he had to be checked by one of his kind or a Druid.}

"Teddy?" Harry asked.

{How's Teddy?} Peter asked.

There's a silence as Peter heard his nephew sniff.

{Scott, go to Edward!}

{So?}

{He's being bullied, but still under control.}

"He's fine." Peter put in towards Harry and the earthquake in the room stopped. {Anything else?}

{Is Potter fine?}

{If you don't count that he was clinically dead; yes, he's fine.}

There's a silence on the other side as Deaton gave Harry a sponge bath to take whatever dust he still had on his skin.

{Do you like him?}

{Wha… Derek! What kind of question is that to ask your own uncle…? And over the phone!}

Deaton and a-practically-naked-Harry raised an eyebrow, as Harry laid on his boxers and let Deaton bath his back.

{It's just…} Derek shut up. {I have to go. Trouble.}

Derek hanged up, leaving Peter glaring at his own phone.

"Something happened?" Deaton wondered as he let Harry sit and passed to one arm.

"Derek needs some manners teaching." Peter agreed.

"With an uncle like you, what did you expect?" Harry retorted teasingly.

Peter glared back.

"Shut up, Fallenman."

Harry limited to grin back as Deaton moved towards his other arm, smartly staying out of it.

"Whatever you say, Hangman."

–BHA–

HJP's POV

"Here." Harry looked up from the counts he was doing on the damage from earlier that morning, to see the Veterinarian enter with a flask in hand. "You left this at the animal clinic."

Harry glanced at the transparent liquid and nodded.

"Don't you need it for whatever vaccine you're doing for my children?"

"You know about that."

"My magic touches someone and immediately I know everything on the surface about them." Harry agreed. "My wife used to say it made me cold hearted because I couldn't trust anyone."

"It is a terrible gift." The Druid agreed as he looked around.

"Try explaining that to my children." Harry grumbled under his breath.

The doorbell rang and the two turned towards a tall Muggle entering.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, may I help you?"

"Yes…" the man glanced at the Veterinarian, before approaching Harry and setting a book down. "I need this."

Harry glanced at the open page, then up to the Muggle.

"Living?"

"Preferably."

"Three days then."

The man nodded, picked the book and turned to leave. Only for his eyes to fall on the fallen flasks, he glanced back at Harry.

"Issues with the clientele?"

"Sadly so." Harry agreed. "Anything else I might help you with?"

"Valerian dust?"

"Compromised by the client. Want me to ask a flask for you?"

"I'll bring a list later with all the plants. Fresh or otherwise."

"Very well, Sir."

"Argent." The Muggle put in, before leaving.

"That's a Witch Hunter, isn't he?"

"Afraid so." Deaton agreed. "Retired just before the summer holidays, though."

"Doesn't sound retired."

"No, he does not." The Druid agreed.

"How many magical beings exist in this town, anyway?"

"Quite the lot." Deaton explained. "How do you feel?"

"The usual."

"Which doesn't exactly mean good things coming from you." Peter retorted from the door.

Harry grabbed a deadweight he had on the counter and threw it at the wolf who dodged it with a grin.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I don't need the werewolf abilities to hear your belly growling. Come. Lunch time."

"And I should've go with you, why?"

"I'll drag you anyway."

Harry let his magic fly to his hands, which started to glow.

"Love to see you try."

Peter's eyes flashed blue and his fangs appeared. Only to then his eyes to return to normal. Immediately, Harry returned his magic as the police woman entered with a huge smile, running towards Harry. $30 were set on the counter immediately.

"It worked then." Harry put in amused.

"I want more." She agreed.

Harry nodded and grabbed a potion flask, giving the police officer.

"Want a receipt?"

"No need."

Harry nodded and picked the change, giving her.

"See you next month?"

"Definitely." She stored the flask on her pockets. "Thank you, Potter."

"Don't mention it."

She smiled and left.

"Was that…" Deaton started uncertain.

"Time of the month can be quite complicated to some women." Harry agreed. "Imagine having to work with pains."

"30 American dollars though?"

"Oh, she didn't pay the first one. She just paid the two of them." Harry argued as the three left and Harry locked the door. "Nothing like an officer of the law for free propaganda."

"Smart thinking." Peter agreed.

Harry nodded at Deaton before walking with Peter the other way.

"Where to?" he wondered.

"Ever ate Italian?"

"There's always a first time." Harry counteracted.

(TBC)


A/N: Don't know if any of you noticed, but I accidentally posted the next chapter before this one, so if you accidentally opened The Pack Dad instead of this one, I'm sorry