"Yeah, I'm your math teacher," Harry grinned. The group of kids still had their jaws dropped and Isaac and Boyd had started to grow claws. Allison looked like she was reaching for a nonexistent weapon and Harry saw Lydia swallow uneasily.
"I told you there was something different about him," Stiles whispered to Scott who nodded.
Scott though closed his mouth and glared at Isaac and Boyd, "Don't you guys smell Derek on him, though? That's not just me?"
"Yeah, I do. That doesn't mean we should trust him," Boyd replied.
Harry shrugged and wandlessly opened the door. "There's someone who wants to see you guys inside."
"You specifically," he added, pointing toward Stiles. Just as Harry was about to turn and walk in, he stiffened when yet another werewolf walked up. This one looked like he was in his mid-30's and he definitely seemed like Harry would have to keep an eye on him.
"Peter? Why are you here?" Stiles exclaimed.
"My nephew texted me the directions to this house," the new werewolf replied, walking up to stand before Harry.
"You must be James Black, the new teacher in Beacon Hills," he stated. Harry saw him take a sniff of the air and tilt his head as if trying to parse what he had smelled. Peter narrowed his eyes at Harry, who smirked. He still had the spell that masked his main scent, that of a dragon, on himself.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, that would be me. And you would be Peter Hale, Derek and Cora's uncle. The undead werewolf."
Harry heard laughter come from the direction of the others, though most of it was strained. There were probably looks of disbelief too, that Harry knew about everyone, but Harry had already turned to go. "Well, let's move this inside. We don't want anyone noticing this standoff." Harry led the group into the entryway and kicked his shoes off before going to join Derek, Erica and Cora in the living room. He heard several pairs of footsteps tentatively following him, but when everyone had entered the living room and could fully see Derek, Harry heard the hitching of a heartbeat and walking that turned into running.
"Derek! You're alive!"
He saw Stiles run straight into Derek's open arms. Harry smiled, able to hear whispered words exchanged between them and the tightening of an embrace.
"So that's who he's dating..." Cora muttered. Harry raised an eyebrow at her.
"He didn't tell me," she replied, smiling at the picture that Derek and Stiles made. "Me! His little sister! But I suppose that's what a big brother does."
He turned to see that everyone else(minus Cora and Erica) was staring at Hedwig. The owl was in turn staring at each of the werewolves in turn. She took off and flew around the room, observing everyone and then alighted on his shoulder.
"It's okay, guys. This is Hedwig," Harry chuckled, reaching a hand to stroke her back. She nuzzled his neck for a second then flew back to her perch.
"Whoa, wait a minute! Hedwig?" Stiles had pulled out of Derek's arms, but didn't move an inch away from him. "As in, you named your snowy owl after the one in Harry Potter? And, your owl? Who does that? Who has an owl for a pet?"
"Aside from sanctuaries..." he muttered. Derek chuckled and wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist. Erica smirked at him, smiling knowingly at Harry.
"Well," Harry grinned, amused. "For starters, that owl is the real Hedwig and my name isn't exactly James Black."
"Hold it, your first name is James?" Stiles questioned. "And apparently you think that that's the real Hedwig..."
Harry waited for a couple of seconds, seeing a couple of different emotions on everyone's faces. From disbelief to outright awe to stunned.
"I thought the Harry Potter books weren't real! Derek, why didn't you tell me of this?" Stiles exclaimed, turning to look at the alpha.
Derek sighed, "I just found out myself. If my parents knew, they never told me or Laura."
"I didn't know either," Peter commented, looking at Harry with renewed interest, "if that helps."
"No one asked for your opinion, Peter," Allison said. Harry noticed that Lydia had started to glare at Peter with hard eyes. She took two steps toward him, but Allison threw an arm in front of Lydia to stop her. Harry wasn't exactly sure what had happened between those two; Erica had not been too clear on it either, as she didn't know the specifics. But whatever had happened had left Lydia with personal vendetta against Peter, that was for sure. Yet another reason to keep an eye on Peter.
"Scott, those books are real!" Stiles exclaimed, glancing over toward Scott and Isaac.
Scott grinned, "I heard. So that shepherd was your animagus form?"
"Yes, it is," Harry replied, smiling at the little flaily excited motions that Stiles was making with his hands.
"Can you do a spell now?" Stiles said, staring at him with awe.
Harry pondered that request for a minute. "I could produce a patronus for you guys? Would that be acceptable?"
"Yeah," Stiles said, "it would."
Harry pulled out his holly wand, wanting this to be showy and cast the patronus spell, saying the incantation aloud. Prongs sprung from his wand, light and protective energy. The buck glanced around the room, then galloped around the room, stopping in front of everyone for a brief minute and then finally ended where Stiles and Scott were standing. They both reached out a hand to try to touch it, but their arms went straight through. Prongs then danced back out of range and came back to stand next to Harry.
Harry grinned at everyone's amazed expressions. After a few more minutes, he ended the spell.
"So what's the deal with your purple eyes?" Cora asked.
Harry sighed, ready for more questions and or threats as he lifted the spell that hid his scent. The werewolves in the room all startled and took sniffs of the air. Harry watched as the werewolves started to grow claws and their eyes turned either gold or red. Isaac pulled Lydia behind him and Boyd moved closer to Isaac. Erica was just smirking at everyone, not even making an effort to stop them. Peter though just stood in the corner and raised an eyebrow at Harry.
"Scott, what's wrong?" Allison walked over to him. Scott threw an arm around Allison's waist and pulled her behind him.
Stiles turned to Derek, who was on his way to wolfing out completely. "Derek?"
"Harry Potter is human in the books, right?" Derek said, gritting his teeth and doing the same thing that Scott did with Allison and pulled Stiles behind him. Cora moved to Derek's side and just started to grow claws, but didn't do more than that.
"Yeah, he is. Why? Does he not smell human right now?" Stiles asked over Derek's shoulder. "I do remember seeing purple eyes, now that I think of it."
"No, he definitely does not smell like a human. He smells like a much bigger predator than us," Scott replied, starting to growl. Allison reached out a hand to grasp Scott's shoulder and the growl started to decrease in sound.
Harry became aware of more growling in the room; nearly all of the werewolves were growling deep in their chests at him. "Okay, there's no need to growl at me. I'm on your side. Scott, Stiles, you remember that no one can fake a patronus, yes?"
"Erica, a little help here?" he added, turning a pleading look on her.
Erica chuckled, "Nope. You brought this on yourself."
Stiles seemed to think about that. "Yeah, though it's been awhile since I read them. Scott, remember?"
Scott looked between Harry and Erica and Stiles. Harry saw him slowly relax in degrees, as he took in the fact that Erica was just chilling there. Harry saw Derek relax too then with the alpha, the others started to calm down.
"So what are you?" Cora asked, with other questioning sounds coming from the others.
"I am a were-dragon," Harry stated.
"A were-dragon?" Allison questioned.
"So I take it, you guys weren't withholding this information?" Lydia asked.
"Nope, we didn't know," Scott replied to her.
"Dragons exist?" Stiles asked, skeptical.
"Yep, dragons exist. Though there are only five were-dragons, including me in the world," Harry responded. "My purple eyes mark me as a were-dragon." He flashed his eyes, purposefully making them purple for show.
"Can you finally show us?" Erica asked excitedly. "You said that you were too big to fit in this house, but you can shift in the backyard."
"Okay," Harry groaned, "just give me a minute." He saw everyone glance at one another; they were all quite doubtful of him.
He walked to the door that led to the yard and it opened right before he would have done it manually. Harry could hear the others following him, with Erica in the lead, as he had come to recognize her heartbeat. Buckbeak was gone when he glanced around the yard; he had probably gone to the preserve to find something to eat.
He sauntered over to the far edge of his property and wards and let the shift flow over him. Harry felt his bones rearrange themselves and then he grew. Once he felt the change stop, he was roughly 9ft tall. Though his wings made him appear to be a bit taller, as they were very long and big. Harry opened his eyes and shook himself out, fluttering his wings a bit. His tail moved back and fourth, agitatedly.
When he looked at the assembled group, werewolves and humans, all had their jaws dropped and their eyes had all grown very big. Harry was towering over them, but he lowered his head down to their level and tilted his head, as if to say, you can come over now.
Though, as everyone's jaws were still dropped, he snaked his head to headbutt Erica playfully. She gave a short startled laugh then brought up one of her hands to place it on his head, careful of the spikes that were on top of his head. As if that had broken the ice, everyone else came closer and reached out a hand to place it tentatively on his long neck. Stiles even hesitantly touched his left wing, which he had lowered to let them feel it.
"It feels leathery, like a bat wing," Stiles said, still awed, turning back to look at the others.
Harry felt Stiles' hand trail all over his wing, though abruptly he discovered something new about this form. He was ticklish on his wings; as he tried to force his wing to stay still when Isaac came over and started to feel his other wing, Harry gave a small rumble deep in his stomach and sneezed.
Boyd gave a startled sound and ran out of the way of Harry's snout as some smoke and a little fire came from his mouth. Derek and Stiles glanced at Harry and then chuckled, which turned into loud laughter and they were both joined by Isaac, Allison, Lydia and Scott.