Me: *blinks slowly*
Angelina: Oh no…
Me: NOW YOU SEE ME 2 WAS AMAZING AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE OR HATES MY FAVORITE CHARACTER CAN GO SCREW THEMSELVES!
Scott: *winces* Damn… That was loud.
Me: *flushes* Okay, now… Sorry…
Scott: *snaps fingers in my face* I think she broke.
Me: Stop it! *hits Scott* Okay, if you guys haven't watched Now You See Me (or Now You See Me 2) waaaaaaatch it!
Disclaimer: WATCH IT AND LOVE JACK WILDER CAUSE HE DESERVES IT!
3rd Person POV
It wasn't long before they found the Sheriff. No, honestly. When they got to the hospital they found Stiles wrapped around him, holding onto his Dad tightly. Scott collapsed relieved and George grunted at the weight. Someone came over and took both Scott and Jordan to go get checked on.
"Sheriff…" Kira said relieved.
"We need to get these Dread Doctors to leave everyone alone," the Sheriff said without looking up from Stiles.
"And Minister Rogers," Angelina added.
"Who?"
That was when the others realized that the Sheriff had been taken before they got to meet the wizards. Hopefully he would take this better than werewolves and kanimas and the like. But, then again, he was more open to the supernatural after everything he's seen. And his son had been possessed at one point, that really opened up his eyes.
"Uh, you haven't met them yet," Stiles said softly, "Dad, meet the wizards."
"There are wizards now?" the Sheriff asked, "Why am I not surprised?"
"Uh, sir. Minister Rogers is like the Prime Minister of Britain," Alicia explained, pushing her dark hair out of her face, "But for the wizarding world. She's pulling strings and forcing people to do things they normally wouldn't do."
"She's like Hitler," Katie butted in, "But with werewolves, vampires, and the like."
"Another Dark Lord," Oliver agreed.
At this the Sheriff paled. Was this where Harry Potter came in? After all, that was what the people who had taken him had wanted. And he assumed they got Harry Potter, as the Sheriff had been released. But at the time the Sheriff had been so out of it that he couldn't see who this allusive Harry Potter was.
"They're all going after Harry," Derek added, sitting down next to Stiles, "Who we know as Jordan Parrish, or Camden Lahey."
Isaac looked at his feet at the mention of his brother. While he accepted the fact that his brother, while a different person and still loved him, it was hard to know that his brother wasn't… really his brother anymore. And also knowing that Jordan wasn't biologically his brother. Jordan had been someone before he was Camden, a Harry Potter. And this Harry Potter didn't have any siblings, since his parents were dead.
"Jordan is Harry Potter?" the Sheriff asked agast.
"Yes," the wizards chorused as the pack nodded.
Stiles moved away from his Dad, leaning against Derek, as the Sheriff put his head in his hands. No one was sure if this was because he was the Sheriff and should've realized that Jordan wasn't who he said he was or if it was just the thought that one of his closest deputies and friend had never told him the truth. They let him think for a few minutes, Derek with his arm wrapped around Stiles' shoulder and the others standing awkwardly. Eventually the Sheriff lifted his head, running a hand through his hair, before looking at the group standing around him.
"We have to keep him safe. Those Dread Doctors would do anything to get to him," the Sheriff replied.
"Well, good thing they're dead. No one can survive getting blown to bits," Oliver replied.
"So all we have to worry about is Minister Rogers," Derek added.
Hermione nodded, running a hand through her bushy hair. However, it got stuck and she had to yank it out. A small sigh escaped one of the wizards.
"It's not going to be easy. She will use every underhanded trick in the book," Hermione put in.
"And some she made up," Fred and George chorused.
It was then that a nurse came into the room. Everyone looked to her, realizing that it wasn't Melissa with shock. Quickly they reigned in their shock as the nurse looked up from the papers she had in her hand.
"Family of Jordan Parrish?" She asked, pushing brown hair out of her face.
Gently Derek pushed Isaac forward, ignoring the wide eyed look he got from the blonde. However the nurse didn't seem to notice, already looking back at the clipboard in her hands. She didn't ask about Scott's family, probably already having gotten Melissa.
"I-I'm his brother," Isaac replied shakily.
"Okay. Mr. Parrish has a concussion, we won't know the full extent until he wakes up. There's a few lacerations on his back and shoulder and a sprained ankle. An injection was put in his body, multiple poisons that together are volatile. We are working on flushing those out, but right now it's up to him. Again we can't know the full extent of his condition until he wakes up," the nurse said.
"You mean if he wakes up."
The nurse didn't say anything at first, "I'm not going to lie to you. Mr. Parrish shouldn't be alive right now. Somehow he's holding on. Whatever happened to him, there was no way he could survive that. He's in Room 216. It's just down the hall."
The nurse walked away a few seconds later. At first Isaac didn't move, until he left the room. The others watched him go silently, knowing that he would need some time. Their silence only lasted a few minutes, before someone screamed. Everyone jumped in shock, before looking around and seeing someone writhing on the floor. Standing over them was the nurse from earlier, the glamour charm had dropped. The once straight brown hair of the nurse was a wavy brown, the pale skin had turned tan. Hermione took a sharp intake of breath.
"Minister Rogers."
"Get Stiles and Teddy out of here," the Sheriff ordered.
"Dad!" Stiles argued, sitting up.
There was no argument from anyone else. Teddy was placed on his lap, everyone ignoring the fact that Teddy is like eight years old. Anger crossed Stiles face, even as Derek pushed him in the direction of Jordan's room. The only reason he left, in his mind, was because he had to keep Teddy safe, for Jordan.
*******TWHP*******
Isaac had sat down besides Jordan, looking at the pale form of his brother. He had only been there a few minutes when the screaming started. Why couldn't Beacon Hills be normal? That's all he wanted. It wasn't that he would change letting Derek turn him into a werewolf, it was the best time of his life. It freed him of his dad (though his dad dying was not in the plan), made him stronger, he met Allison and Scott (and let's not forget Stiles). And now he had his brother back (sort of).
"Wake up, Jordan wake up please," Isaac begged.
Someone suddenly came in, slamming the door behind them and peeking out the window on the door. It didn't take Isaac long to recognize Stiles and the little boy with him as Teddy (his nephew he guessed?). A relieved breath was released from Stiles, even as he sunk down to the ground. Isaac watched them, Teddy running by his side and looking at Jordan sadly.
"Why won't he wake up?" Teddy demanded.
"He has a concussion," Isaac replied softly, "He should wake up soon."
"He needs to wake up now," Stiles said coming over, "Minister Rogers is here. He needs to be awake!"
"She's here?!"
At that moment Jordan inhaled deeply, arching off of the hospital bed. Teddy stepped back in shock, tripping over the chair he was standing by and falling to the ground in a heap. A scream nearly left Isaac's lips, the sudden movement of his brother startling him. Stiles yelped and slammed himself against the wall. Then Jordan collapsed onto the bed again.
*******TWHP*******
Jordan, Camden, Harry or whatever you call him was confused. One second, he was getting knocked out by the Dread Doctors and the next he was with Death. It wasn't exactly unusual from him to get a visit from Death, but usually it was after he had 'died' or nearly died. This time it was neither. The sallow skinned man was eating pizza, looking completely unconcerned about everything and everyone. Skinny fingers steepled as Death put his hands together, looking at Jordan with dark eyes.
"Master," he said slowly, "We have much to discuss."
"What? No Winchesters to take up your time?" Jordan asked as he sat in his usual spot across Death.
This time it seemed he was in a pizza place in Chicago. As always, everyone there was dead. It really said something that he hadn't reacted to the dead bodies. Perhaps he was numb to the sense of dead people. It was their time. Death didn't like taking people before their time and he hated those that managed to escape it.
"For now," Death acknowledged, cutting up a slice of pizza and giving it too Jordan.
He knew from past experience to eat the pizza that Death had given him. It wasn't like he could die anyways. Being Master of Death meant that he was immortal, like Jack Harkness. Except that he didn't age. But yet he didn't touch it at first, instead narrowing his eyes at Death. Nothing happened so Jordan bit into the pizza.
"You still haven't accepted yourself," Death continued going back to his own food, "But you're on your way."
"What do you mean?" Jordan asked.
Death just sighed at him, black eyes looking up at the young male. By now Jordan had stopped eating the pizza in front of him. Yet he still hadn't said anything. However, Death was patient.
"You know what I mean Praeceptor," Death replied after a few seconds.
"Don't call me that," Jordan snapped, form flickering back into his seventeen year old self.
"You are Jordan. You are Camden. You are Harry. You will always be them," Death said neutrally, "You just need to accept that."
"I am- I can't- It's not that simple."
Death raised an eyebrow delicately, cutting into his pizza. Though Jordan couldn't find it in himself too feel anything about it. He couldn't convince himself to feel any kind of… anything. No emotions, nothing. Not even disappointment or embarrassment.
"You can. It is that simple. Let yourself feel the things you felt as Camden, or Harry. Let yourself remember the pain, the horror, the joy, everything. You do that, you can defeat everything in your path. Except myself, God, and God's sister of course," Death said putting a fork with pizza on the end into his mouth.
The fork in Jordan's hand clattered down onto the countertop. However he wasn't sure if it was in shock or anger. Learning that he would be that powerful, basically archangel level power, was shocking. But he was slightly angry that Death would assume (but he was right… not that Jordan would ever admit it) that he hadn't accepted Harry or Camden. And, okay maybe he had a slight point. But that wouldn't affect anything right? Just because Jordan almost never uses his wand (the Elder Wand, the most powerful object in existence that could rival the Hand's of God themselves) or spells from when he was Harry, or his military experience from when he was Camden (unless someone's life was in danger, like a bomb was about to go up) and refused to make any connection with the people he had known back then (except for Teddy and now Isaac). But when he had accepted Isaac, let Camden in at that moment, he felt right. It felt right.
"It's not that… It's not that simple," Jordan repeated his words from earlier, "I can't just, let them in."
"No, you can't just let them in as you put it," Death wiped his mouth gingerly with a napkin, before setting it down slowly, "You need to accept them as you. The good, the bad, and everything in between."
Jordan's mouth went dry and he swallowed thickly, "I remember. I remember the things I did, the good and the bad. Everything in between. Camden wasn't so bad… but Harry…"
Memories flashed in front of his mind. Nothing had been easy when he was Harry. The abuse from his relatives, everything that happened at Hogwarts and out of it. And the war especially, so many people lost. A stray tear dripped from his eye and slowly made its way down his face. Ginny, oh god Ginny, they thought they were meant to be together for a time. But it hadn't lasted. The war was hard on them all and Harry hadn't thought he'd survive… and he really hadn't.
"I see you're already on your way there," Death said mildly, taking another piece of pizza, "Let it happen Jordan, or should I call you Harry now?"
Jordan, Camden, and Harry were already merging together. Light was flooding the room, not white but not black either. Yet it wasn't grey other. This light was silver, shining and glimmering in the room. Voices filled his mind; dead, alive, and in the in-between. It was so much, but was more like white noise in the back of his head. Buzzing away and begging for relief.
Green eyes snapped open.
*******TWHP*******
Minister Rogers had to admit, this was not satisfying. The Cruciatus curse had already driven the victim at the end of her wand insane. Standing next to her was Ronald Weasley, still under the influence of the concoction of potions. For the moment, he was hers. If she told him to jump, he would ask how high. It was beautiful.
A wolf snarled, the abomination deserved something much worse than the Cruciatus curse. Sadly something hasn't been created yet. But this wasn't the wolf that she knew, it wasn't a wizarding one. Curious that they would change between magic and muggle.
"Crucio," she said idly, turning her Black Thorn wand onto the wolf.
Red eyes widened in shock, fanged mouth parting slightly. But the spell hovered in the air before sizzling out. Angry Minister Rogers looked around for the reason and what she saw nearly made her piss herself. Standing there, right in front of the Alpha, was a male sparking slightly. His eyes were an electrifying blue.
"Josh?" the alpha asked in shock.
"AVADA KEDARVA!" Minister Rogers screamed in shock.
"NO!" Ginny screamed.
The sickly green beam of light shot out of her wand, traveling like lightening to Josh. This time he seemed to realize that there was something wrong about this spell, but it was to light. It impacted his chest and Josh went flying. There was no movement from the now dead boy.
"Whose next?" Minister Rogers asked.
A spell, red in color, was sent in Minister Rogers direction from a shaky Ginny. Anger fueled the slightly insane witch as she turned to look at the pale red head. But she didn't get the chance to finish when strong arms wrapped around her, flames spreading up her arms. A scream, sounding like bloody murder, poured from her lips. It was painful, she could hear and smell her own skin boiling and melting. The flames traveled across her body and she looked up to see the face of the one man she wanted dead most in the world.
"You," she hissed through cracked lips, "I will kill you!"
By this point Ron had pointed his wand at the Hellhound. For that was what he was now, the Hellhound of Death. But he was more than that, he had been human once. Well, twice if you counted him growing up with the Lahey's.
"Me," the Hellhound said, baring his pearly white teeth in a sinister smile.
Ron whispered a spell and suddenly the Hellhound was getting pelted with water, a stream so powerful that it stunned him. Just long enough for Minister Rogers to get out, her skin sagging from how hot it was. It looked like she had been a candle that had melted. Ron grabbed her arm, ignoring the screech of pain, before apparating them away.
*******TWHP*******
Theo's pack knew the second that Josh died. Despite not being an actual alpha, not like Scott or Deucalion, he still had a connection with his pack. The pain that filled the bond grew to such measures that Chantel fell out of the sky. Tracey doubled over in pain, hissing like the lizard she was. Corey flickered between visible and invisible before going into a form that made it look like he was a ghost. And Theo half transformed, howling in pain. The shock that filled them hurt like a thousand red hot needles piercing all the important organs and lead weights filling their lungs.
"What just happened?" Tracey demanded, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she looked at Theo.
"Josh just died," Theo growled, scratching deeply into a nearby tree.
~I don't know about you all~ Chantel said inside their minds, making Theo glare at her from the intrusive nature ~But I'm going home before anything else happens~
For some odd reason, this was the only way Chantel said anything to them. It irritated Theo to no end, as she would just barge into their minds without saying anything. And they never felt anything. It was like she lulled the coyote in his head to sleep, making it so he couldn't sense anything.
"You don't have a home anywhere except for with the pack," Theo said harshly.
~Unlike Ms. Lizard over there I am not classified as dead by my family~
And with that Chantel grabbed Corey, who had said nothing during this whole conversation, and took off into the air. Tracey however went home with Theo, clinging to his arm the whole time. At some point Chantel dropped Corey off at a park where there was nobody. Then she continued on home. The lights of her house were all out, even the fireplace was out. Quietly Chantel slipped inside, toeing off her boots without a word.
Her wings clung to her back, seeping into her skin. The only sign of them was a new tattoo; raven black angel wings spreading down her back and onto her hips. They were so detailed that they looked real, which they were, but anyone would believe them to be tattoos. Blue and green eyes scanned the house silently before creeping into her room and pulling out her phone.
To: Stiles Stilinski
I need your help
She tossed her phone onto her bed and stripped out of her clothes. It only took a few minutes for her to put on black spandex and a dark blue tanktop. Those few minutes seemed like forever but it was during that time that she got a text back.
From: Stiles Stilinski
Meet me tomorrow at the Hale House
A small smile crossed Chantel's lips.
Me: So, my excuses are viable. I HAVE NO LAPTOP AT MY DAD'S TO UPDATE WITH! AND SINCE IT IS SUMMER VACATION I HAVE A WEEK AT MY DAD'S! I WILL UPDATE AS MUCH AS I CAN WHEN I'M WITH MY MOM BUT SOMETIMES MY MUSE TAKES A VACATION!
Scott: She also did an accidental crossover with Supernatural.
Me: Yeah, oops… But I didn't want to make up a whole new character for Death so I was like SUPERNATURAL
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