"What can you tell me about what Stiles is?" Derek asked once they were on the privet plane at JFK.

The flight to New York had been rather noisy so there wasn't any time to properly talk. But now they were on the way to London, on a privet plane, with nothing much to do in the meantime.

Chris was sitting in the aisle seat next to the Sheriff while Derek sat across from them on the aisle seat as well.

"I never really got the story either," Chris commented.

"I've only recently got my memory back, but it came with an explanation of what Stiles did." The Sheriff began. "Stiles is a half-blood. I'm a Nomaj. The Brits called us Muggles. Basically, someone born without magic. Claudia was a witch. And when Stiles was born, he inherited the ability to do magic. When he was eleven he was accepted to the Salem Magical Institute for Witches and Warlocks. He's stay year round...with the hospital bill pilled up, and my grief being what it was, I thought Stiles would be better off over than. And he did great. He was...really great with magic. His teachers would send notes from time to time because he got into trouble here and there. That's just Stiles's nature...but it was innocent. Sneaking out after curfew to make sure his sick owl was going to be okay, sticking up for a friend when one of the richer kids made fun of them...things that you couldn't stay mad at." The Sheriff said with a fond smile and distant look in his eye.

The memories were still rather fuzzy, but he had them and he was doing his best to keep them.

"What happened?" Derek asked. He didn't want to break the reverie but he wanted to know. It seemed like Stiles had been a normal wizard boy who went about his life before one terrible day changed the rest of his life. Derek couldn't help but make the comparison to himself, once being a normal teenage werewolf who's life changed for the worse one fateful day.

"The school received an invitation to some grand event that only happened every five years, I think. There was an interest in joining forces to strengthen the bonds for one reason or another...and that's why a handful of students were invited. Only the oldest of students were supposed to go, but Stiles was so smart and clever, they made an exception for him...he went overseas and he wowed them. He ended up saving some student...but rather than he rewarded he was...punished. Exiled...his wand snapped and shunned. They messed with my memory but granted him the 'mercy' of keeping his...which was only crueler I think..."

"He must have felt so alone..." Derek commented.

He felt slightly guilty thinking about all the times he was rude to Stiles and dismissive. With Stiles being the only human from a human family, he assumed Stiles would be the last to know how he felt. Scott having been bitten, he was now part of his species and would know the struggles of being a wolf. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac were not only wolves but had hard lives with family's that weren't loving like the Sheriff.

Derek didn't have a family because they were gone. Murdered...but he would rebuild his pack, and it's what he was doing. Stiles was exiled by his own kind for doing what Stiles' nature calls for him to do. To be a hero...to be good. And he's punished for it? Derek felt he wasn't going to like the wizarding community. And the more he heard of Stiles's story and what he did, Derek wanted to punch a few people before clawing into the.

"Good morning." Cedric murmured when he felt Stiles move.

Stiles shifted and turned around from their spooning and smiled lazily at Cedric. They hadn't gone all of the way, but they both went to bed very happy.

Cedric tried to lean in for a kiss, but Stiles turned his face so the kiss landed on his cheek.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," Stiles told him.

"I don't care," Cedric told him and leaned in to kiss him anyway.

Stiles smiled and kissed back until there was a knock on their door.

"Rise and shine lovebirds," Duke called out. "We have a full day."

Stiles groaned, "I almost forgot the horrors that surround this lovely little daydream."

Cedric smiled at him. "Come on. I'll make you breakfast."

"You're spoiling me," Stiles mumbled as he tried to snuggle back into sleep.

"Come on," Cedric said as he got up and began to get dressed.

Stiles didn't like being in bed alone and figured he'd have to get up anyway, so he followed suit. With Cedric's magic, Stiles's clothes are cleaned and wrinkle-free, and he takes his time bathing in the lavish riches of the Malfoy manor bathroom. Anything really to delay having to see Duke and Malfoy. Stiles can't really remember Malfoy with much fondness, and all he can think of when he thinks of Deucalion is death.

He'll have to push past that. It takes him a bit to get down to the kitchen...and he meets one of the House Elves that still works for the Malfoy's and it helps Stiles down to the kitchen. Thankfully it's Cedric there cooking, not another House Elf. When Stiles commented it to Cedric, the older wizard told him what happened.

"I'm not too fond of the House Elf labor. Hermione's protests really opened my eyes on their situation. I asked them not to weight on us. And...I like the thought of cooking for you."

Stiles blushed. "Don't give Malfoy any fuel to tease us with...where is he?"

"I doubt he knows where his own kitchen is. Back at Hogwarts, our common room was near the kitchens. He and Deucalion are in the sitting room."

"Is that like a living-room? I don't know if it's the whole American vs. British thing or the class difference thing."

"It's sort of like a living room, and I think it's the class thing," Cedric answered.

Stiles decided to forget about Malfoy and Duke for a bit longer and just have a nice breakfast with Cedric. They eat in comfortable silence and Stiles couldn't help but wonder if this is what his life could have been like. Early mornings with Cedric, mixing and choosing different things to use magic on. Cracking eggs by hand, but using magic to levitate the milk over, chop carrots by hand, but use magic to wash the dishes.

It made him feel nostalgic for his magic and sad because he had a sense that he'll have to go home without magic...and without Cedric.

"Stiles? You okay?"

"Hm? Yeah...yeah."

Cedric didn't look convinced, but rather than say anything, he just reached over and grabbed Stiles' hand and interlocked their fingers.

"So what's the news? I'm surprised that they haven't used a tracking spell to find us."

"They probably have tried but mother had the house warded," Draco answered.

"So there's that blessing. But are you telling me that they're not paranoid enough to come and search here as a possible place?" Stiles asked.

"We weren't ever really close at school. Why would anyone ever think we're housing you?" Draco asked.

"The only ones who would give us away are the ones we've trusted with the information," Deucalion added.

"Alright so for now at least...I'm safe here. But I can't just hide out here. I can't stay away from my dad and Beacon!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Beacon? Beacon what?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's where he's from. A fascinating and dangerous town that's always having one supernatural problem after another. But for now they'll have to survive without you, Stiles...with Greyback interested in you-"

"Whoa, one moment. I thought Dumbledore wanted Stiles's help to figure out what Greyback was after." Cedric pointed out.

"Oh, haven't I said this already?" Deucalion asked with fake innocence.

"No!" Stiles and Cedric both cried out.

"Hm. Well, maybe if you two hadn't been canoodling in the guestroom all night, we'd have gone over some major points." If Stiles was a werewolf he would have growled, maybe even roared at Duke. But the Alpha seemed unphased. "Come now Stiles, do you really think someone like Dumbledore would grab someone who wouldn't be very directly involved?"

"I...but how? I know about werewolves yeah..."

"As much as any werewolf hunter who may be a descendant of werewolf hunters who would know more than you and be more willing, I'm sure," Deucalion commented. Making points that Stiles himself has made before. "That...I don't know yet." Deucalion answered with a frown. "But I've made some progress. I hope to make more soon. Though if you had any bit of useful information that can help my investigation, I would highly appreciate it."

"Since I've been exiled, I've had no idea what's been going on this side of the pond or anything in regards to magic. You were my last biggest enemy."

"Well then we know what we must do," Deucalion said.

"We do?" Stiles asked.

"I'm going to go ask around and see what I can find. You in the meantime, sit tight, keep a low profile, and try not to attract any more danger."

"I can only say I'll try. But considering how close you've come to mincing me, we both know I'm not good at staying out of trouble." Stiles deadpanned.

"Which is why you have these lovely chaps to babysit you. Ta."

Once Deucalion left, Malfoy excused himself to do whatever it was Malfoy does. Stiles turned to Cedric, "I can't stay here."

"It's probably safer if you do," Cedric said but not with strictness.

"A gilded cage is still a cage and Stiles Stilinski does not do well in captivity."

"Alright, but where would we go? If we leave the safety of the manor then we're not going to have its protection. The ministry probably has Aurors looking for you, or if not Dumbledore will surely have his spies." Cedric pointed out.

"Good point." Stiles frowned. And as much as he wanted to make sure Neville was alright, they probably had him on surveillance. Harry and the others were in the meeting place of the Order. He didn't know where Viktor was staying but he'd probably be as watched as anyone else..."What about Luna?"

"Lovegood?"

"Yeah? Do you know where she is?" Stiles asked with a hopeful smile. Luna had been odd, but a refreshing breath of air.

"I've got a good idea, but I'll need some time to make double sure. And are you sure you want to go see her?" He already knew the answer, but had to ask anyway.

"I gotta get out of this house." Stiles insisted.

Cedric leaned in to kiss him. "Alright. Give me fifteen minutes."

"Welcome gents...to Jolly Ol' England," Chris said as the plane landed.

"Where do we even start looking for Stiles?" Noah asked.

"We'll set up shop first. We'll head to one of the Argent safe-houses we have here. Each of my family's safe house has a library or so on Werewolf facts and lore. And hunter's guide and notes on how to deal with them. But magic users? They're usually a side note. At the most, we have is a page...and that's a maybe. It might take me some time to establish a connection with magic users." Chris explained.

"We have to be careful. Not only are we possibly facing some sort of charges as being different species, but we're also American. And we're not really here legally." Noah stated.

Derek nodded to that and also added. "If Stiles was taken and is being used for some reason, if we talk to the wrong person...we can get captured and force Stiles into something that may be bad. Hell, we wouldn't even have to be captured. If they know we're here looking for Stiles, they can just tell him we've been captured."

"Right. Well, no one said this was going to be easy. But I think you two will be the ones to sit tight. I'll make sure I don't mention Stiles directly. But I'm a hunter with a family to back it up. Derek, as it's been pointed out, we are in a foreign land..the Sheriff is doing better, but he'll still need to be protected."

Noah was about to protest, but Chris gave him a strict look.

"You're still healing. Right now, sadly, there won't be too much action. It'll just be recon. See what we're dealing with. I'll first reach out to the hunters here and ask them what they know about the magic users that live around here."

Noah hated the speed of this but knew that Chris was right. He looked out towards the city and prayed Stiles was alright.