Me: So, I was at my Dad's again last week and then didn't have time yesterday because I had just returned from a conference. But, EXCUSES!
Scott: It's frustrating you isn't it?
Me: Yes. Now shush. School starts soon so updates are going to be even more far between. Being a Junior I'll have lots of homework so please be patient with me…
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3rd Person POV
It felt like his head had been filled with cotton. Eyelids were heavy and he had to force them open, using all his strength. The bed beneath him wasn't as soft as he was used too, but it was still surprisingly soft. For some reason he didn't feel any pain, despite knowing that he had stitches in his side. Whatever drugs he had been given were amazing. This was funny for a reason unknown to him and he began to giggle.
"Dammit Stiles, you scared us," one of the red headed twins said.
"Pretty," Stiles murmured, reaching out weakly and poking the twins nose, "Boop."
"He's so high right now," the other red headed twins replied.
A bit irritated the first twin pushed Stiles hand off his nose. Again Stiles felt that this was really funny and began giggling again. In the very back of his mind, muffled from the cottony feeling, he thought that if he wasn't so high on drugs laughing would hurt a ton. However he was high on drugs so it didn't hurt.
"Double, double, double," Stiles repeated over and over again.
"Merlin," the twins chorused.
"That's a funny name."
"He's drunk."
The door opened to Stiles' room, Scott and Jordan filing in. Almost immediately Stiles soured, his eyes narrowing despite the glazed look over his whiskey brown eyes, and Scott turned pink. With a nervous hand Scott rubbed the back of his neck, scratching at the fine hairs.
"Look, Stiles," Scott started.
It seemed that the cottony feeling left Stiles, however he still felt like he was floating. But his mind was clear, but there was no filter over his mouth.
"What are you doing here McCall?" Stiles hissed.
Scott flinched harshly, but Stiles felt no remorse. It might seem immature but Stiles was still sore from what Scott had done. He had chosen Theo over the best friend he had lived with and grown up with. Hadn't Stiles been loyal to the end? To beyond the end? Despite what Scott had done, Stiles still was fighting for him.
"I care Stiles. You're injured," Scott moved forward, "It's my fault…"
"OF COURSE IT IS! YOU ABANDONED ME SCOTT! IF I HAD YOU!" Stiles teared up a little, "IF I HAD YOU THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!"
Scott moved back as if burnt. Despite the feeling of guilt, Stiles didn't say anything else. Even the twins and Jordan looked surprised at this outburst. A slight pain appeared in Stiles' side and he hissed, his hand cupping the area that the Beast hit him with. That was when he remembered.
Stiles had been in the middle of a call with the others when his window shattered. The phone slipped out of his hand in shock, clattering onto the ground and the screen cracked. However he only had eyes for the thing in his room. It towered over him, the smokey nightmare black head grazing the ceiling of the room. Icy blue eyes, terrifying and cold, were looking down at him. There were sharp claws, glistening in the light and as sharp as razors. The end glinted and shone, showing how sharp it truly was. It would cut through him like ribbons. Teeth, as white as a corpse, shone him. They were as sharp as a shark's teeth. Fear fueled his body, even as he shook gently.
It was the growl that snapped him into action. Quickly Stiles grabbed a chair and lobbed it at the Beast. The Beast roared angrily and swiped at him, Stiles just barely dodged. Sparks flew as the claws scratched at the wall and tore at it. Fear filled him at the sight of the shredded posters and billboards as well as the deep gouges in the wall. Wide whiskey brown eyes looked at the Beast, who roared angrily. Stiles dove under his bed at the next swipe, crawling quickly when the Beast flipped his bed. It smashed into the wall and fell to the ground. Stiles looked over his shoulder fearfully before rolling to the side and the Beast slashed at the ground, missing him by an inch. Then he grabbed mountain ash, but it fell out of his hand when the Beast finally caught him.
It was pain, pain like no other. The claws sliced through him, carving into his bones. A scream escaped his throat, pulsing and tearing at his vocal cords. Blood started to pour from his wounds and Stiles pressed against it with his hands. The fear began to get stronger and he was sure that if any werewolves were nearby they wouldn't be able to smell anything else. His vision swam, blurring everything. He wondered why the Beast wasn't going for the killing blow, but that didn't matter.
Slowly Stiles inched out of his room, hand slipping from all the blood on it. Each and every scooch, pulling himself out of the room, hurt and pain radiated throughout his whole body. Pained groans escaped his lips. Throughout this whole thing he didn't know if the Beast was still there. But he completely ignored that thought. The floor was slick with blood beneath him, which was a gross thought, even as he continued to drag himself. His hand clutched the doorknob, even as the blood on his hand made it hard to grip it. Multiple times he tried to grab the bathroom doorknob, and it took those multiple times to open the door. Then he crawled into the bathroom and passed out.
"STILES!" Jordan roared at him.
Everyone was pale, especially him. For some reason he felt like he had been out of air for a long time. It took him a few seconds to realize he probably had been having a panic attack. Someone's hand was on his chest, holding him steady. Then his hand was placed on the person's chest, held there tightly. Slowly Stiles' breathing was evening out, before it returned to normal.
"You good?" Fred asked, noticing when Stiles calmed down.
It was then that Stiles noticed that there was a nurse in the room, looking ready to insert a sedative into his IV. However the syringe was still full, if poised where the fluids go into it. She was looking at him, as if waiting for his answer. Slowly Stiles nodded, just wanting her to get the syringe out of his IV line.
"Alright, but don't freak him out again," the nurse ordered, before leaving the room silently.
"We won't," the twins promised.
Scott just nodded and Jordan watched Stiles carefully. The stare wasn't uncomfortable, just made him feel protected. It was nice to know that he cared, even if he didn't say anything. Then Jordan looked away, biting his bottom lip nervously.
"I should get back to the pack, kinda left abruptly," Jordan said, nodding at Stiles before leaving the room.
"I-I'll just be going… I'm glad you're okay Stiles," Scott left before Stiles could say anything.
Stiles flopped his head back, hitting the pillows behind him. This was not how he imagined it would be when he talked to Scott again. The outburst had been something that was bugging him for a while. But he still expected there to be an outburst, Scott to explain himself, and then they made up. Nothing had gone the way he had planned.
"You need some space mate?" Fred asked.
"Cause if you need to," George continued.
"Just say the word," they chorused.
Stiles' eyelids felt heavy again, but he kept them open with sheer will power. However it seemed the twins noticed this and patted his leg before leaving. It frustrated him slightly, despite knowing that they were doing it because it was obvious he was tired. Then something else distracted him, a girl walked in. Her hair was short, a pixie cut almost, and blonde. Crystal blue eyes stared at him, but also flickered over his shoulder occasionally. The stereotypical hospital nightgown was on her, but she also wore thin blue pants underneath it.
"Who are you?" he asked, sitting up more and looking behind his left shoulder.
There was nobody there, but her gaze still went there occasionally.
"Marina…" the girl replied slowly, "And you-you go by Stiles right?"
"Yeah," Once Stiles looked closer he noticed veil like grey and black splotches, "How do you…?"
"Know that…? I just know things… It was on your door," Marina said, "They do the little quotation thingies around part of your name. It says a name I can't pronounce then," she does the quotation symbol with her hands, "Stiles Stilinski."
For a while they just stared at each other. Stiles wondered why he hadn't seen her before, she seemed around the same age as Chantel and him. So she would be at Beacon Hills High School, being as it's the only high school in the town, but he hadn't seen her before. Maybe she had seen him before, but probably not.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked, watching as Marina came into the room and sat down next to him.
"They told me too," Marina had a dreamy look on her face, almost like Luna.
"Who did?"
"The Spirits, the Master, the Reapers," Marina said in the same voice that Luna had, "I am here to help."
Stiles had a flashback to the Veil. The colors, the spirits that were lonely and confused, the reapers chasing after them, and Jordan. Jordan as Harry Potter, young and skinny. Small for his age but still so tall. Absolutely terrifying, like smoke and with a sickly green aura around him. Then Allison, his Reaper and probably the Reaper for the rest of the pack as well. Had she reaped Aiden? That was a horrifying thought. Who else had she reaped?
"Your thoughts are going down a dangerous path," Marina broke into his thoughts, "Can you see the things here?"
"What? What things?" Stiles asked.
Once again Marina glanced over Stiles shoulder, looking at something that wasn't there. And Stiles once again looked over his shoulder, only seeing a vague sense of greyness. There was nothing there however. Completely and utterly confused, Stiles once again looked at where Marina had been. But she was gone, only the slight indent in at the foot of his bed showed that she had been there.
Before he fell asleep, Stiles couldn't help but wonder if Marina had been a figment of his imagination or not.
*******TWHP*******
The usual crack of apparition didn't startle the wolves anymore, too used to it since the wizards had basically moved in. At first glance Jordan smiled. Ginny and Isaac were talking on the loveseat, heads together as they whispered. Derek and Teddy were sitting on the floor, Teddy in his beta form growling at Derek. However Derek just seemed amused and would occasionally growl with Teddy giggling and batting at Derek's socked foot. Hermione sat with Draco and Luna, arguing about something that had happened after he had left the Wizarding World. Then his first Quidditch team was sprawled on the floor, in a puppy pile kind of thing, with Angelina plaiting Alicia's hair on top of Oliver.
"How's Stiles?" Lydia asked, standing up from where she had been sitting next to Derek on the floor.
Almost immediately Derek looked up, Teddy hugging Jordan's legs before rushing back to Derek.
"He's fine, awake now. It was touch and go for a bit," Jordan replied.
"What do you mean?" Derek growled, eyes flashing blue.
"There was a Reaper, she was standing over his body. Thankfully Stiles wasn't there."
Everyone relaxed, the Quidditch team moving off of each other. Lydia sighed softly, being a banshee she had probably felt how close Stiles was to death. And most likely when Jordan got close she was holding back a scream. Without really thinking about it Jordan pulled Lydia close and hugged her tightly.
"It'll be okay, he'll be okay," Jordan promised her.
"I nearly screamed," Lydia whispered.
"I know…"
Lydia pulled away, looking at Jordan with wide eyes. They were such a beautiful color, drawing Jordan in. But he turned away, meeting Isaac's eyes who was smiling at him gently.
"Everyone good? We still have to go after the Beast," Jordan said.
"What about Scott?" Derek asked.
"Him and Stiles aren't on speaking terms, but I think he's on our side."
Derek nodded, getting up and patting Teddy's head. Then he leaned down and whispered something in Teddy's ear, the younger boy's fur (not hair, since he was in beta form) turned a bright yellow. A giggle poured from his lips before he mimed shutting his mouth. Jordan raised an eyebrow as Derek passed him, but the werewolf didn't say anything. The loft door opened and closed as Derek left to go visit Stiles.
"Hey Teddy, isn't it past your bedtime?" Jordan demanded.
"Buuuuut Daaaaaaaad," Teddy complained.
"No buts, gather up your things. We're gonna go home in a few."
The young werewolf shifted to human form, hair still bright yellow, before he ran upstairs. Hermione smiled at Harry, amused by his godson's antics, before gathering up the rest of the wizards, except Ginny who had entangled her hand with Isaac, and leaving the room. Now it was only Jordan, Ginny, Isaac, and Lydia.
"So, Ginny, what are your plans for my brother?" Jordan teased.
"Hey!" Isaac exclaimed.
"What? You're still my little bro."
It was slightly amusing, seeing Ginny and Isaac the same color of red. Next to him Lydia stomped on his foot (and heels HURT). He gave Lydia a small pout, but she just smiled innocently at him. That was not fair.
"You know Potter, I think you should spend time with your brother. Lydia, let's go talk about the differences between the Harry you know versus mine," Ginny said before grabbing Lydia's hand and flouncing away.
*******TWHP*******
There was one thing that Fred and George hadn't been expecting as they wandered around the hospital. That one thing was running into their younger brother, Ronald Weasley. He was dazed and confused, turning in circles with his wand slack in his hand.
"Ron!" the twins shouted in shock.
"F-Fred? George?" Ron shook his head, grabbing at his red hair as his eyes glazed over again before focusing once again.
"Come on," Fred said, grabbing Ron's wrist.
"Let's get you," George continued.
"To Derek's," they chorused.
"Have to get Harry…" Ron mumbled.
"No, no Ron. You don't need to get Harry."
Ron dropped his wand, the thin stick clattering onto the ground, before rubbing his temple with his hands. With a quick telepathic conversation through their eyes, the twins both grabbed Ron and apparated him back to Derek's loft. No one was in the main room, the ones that had been left there had left themselves, and Fred and George both cried for help. Hermione rushed down the stairs, Draco on her tail. A soft cry escaped her lips before she hugged Ron tightly.
"He's okay right?" Hermione demanded before checking his eyes, "No, of course not. He's still under the influence of the potions. Alright, he's going to have to throw them up. But anymore potions would be detrimental to his health. No, we'll have to make him sick without any potions. Maybe mustard and wine, like Zeus did to Kronos…"
"I don't think Derek has any wine Hermione," Fred said, helping Hermione set Ron on the couch.
"Well then go get some!"
Everyone was surprised by this tone, Hermione hardly ever raised her voice to anyone. However this was enough for Fred to apparate away, going to get some wine. George quickly rushed into Derek's kitchen to get some mustard, a cup, and a spoon. By the time George returned to Hermione and Ron, Fred was there with a bottle of wine. With a single move Hermione grabbed all of the stuff and began to make the mixture. Her nose wrinkled and no one blamed her. The smell was putrid, awful. No wonder Kronos had thrown up his kids and the rock. It was disgusting.
"Alright, you need to drink this Ron," Hermione put the cup to Ron's tongue, "Drink it all."
Ron opened his mouth and everyone watched as he downed the drink of wine and mustard. Immediately his face screwed up, turning a slight green. Hermione conjured a bucket as Ron gagged, before throwing up all the potion and the wine-mustard mixture. It was disgusting, full of multiple colors and a smoky almost film like cover. The smell was awful, completely and utterly putrid. Roll together gym socks, sweaty locker room (of the male gender), trash, someone's fart after having beans (and/or mexican food), and that won't even come close to what this smelled like.
"Gross," Fred muttered before vanishing the vomit.
"Agreed," George muttered a freshening charm.
The smell of lilacs filled the air, freshening up the room immensely. Ron however, didn't get to enjoy this for long, before he passed out and fell on top of Hermione. The younger witch entangled her hand in Ron's ginger hair, lightly scratching her scalp. A small smile appeared on the others faces before they left those two alone, putting a blanket over Ron.
*******TWHP*******
Not long after Ginny and Lydia left Jordan and Isaac had returned to Jordan's house. After much arguing, Teddy eventually stomped to his bed upstairs. It took some bribing and a promise of a bedtime story if Teddy was still awake when Jordan went upstairs to check on him. With a small sigh Jordan sat on his couch, putting his head in his hands.
"Why didn't you come back?" Isaac asked, "You didn't even tell us you were alive…"
"Isaac…" Jordan said softly.
"Don't Isaac me!" Isaac was slightly red, angry and flushed, "You just left! Left me! Left Mom! Left Dad!"
"Isaac, calm down. Sit down okay."
Isaac pulled the chair back harshly, hearing it scrape on the hard ground gave him immense satisfaction. Then he plopped down on the chair, glaring harshly at Jordan. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the way his brother was acting would make it difficult for him to explain anything. Much less get his brother to see things from a rational point of view.
"Look, Isaac, when the bomb went off I was dead. There was nothing left of me. Being the Master of Death I came back, and it hurt. It was blinding pain, every molecule of my being was getting pieced back together. Once I was back, it had been months. Months of nothing. Then I learned that I had been declared dead, I was dead. Coming back, back to a family that had thought I was dead for months, would only hurt. I made the decision not to return, not to make it worse than it already was," Jordan tugged at a strand of his hair, "I did what I thought best. I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted, but I made the choice."
"That's just it! You chose something that hurt! That only made things worse! Dad blamed me for your death! And then Mom died and he blamed me again! It didn't matter that I had nothing to do with Mom overdosing, or that I wasn't even in the same country, much less continent, with you! I was blamed for it!"
Jordan grabbed Isaac's hand, ignoring how the claws dug into his palms. That pain was nothing compared to being torn piece by piece before being put together piece by piece. Blood dribbled down his palm, falling to the clean white tiles.
"Isaac, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you so much pain. If I could change it I would. But I can't, even I'm not that powerful. No one is. Changing time is a dangerous thing, too dangerous. You don't want to mess with it. Trust me. I know," Jordan felt when the claws returned, and he watched as the glow in his eyes diminished.
All the fight seemed to leave Isaac and he sagged forward, hand limp in Jordan's. Quietly Jordan moved his hand to Isaac's shoulder, careful not to spook him, before squeezing his shoulder gently.
"Why don't we get to bed. I have a spare room you can use," Jordan whispered softly, leading Isaac upstairs.
The spare bedroom was small, but it definitely seemed cozy. On the far wall, against the window, was the bed. It was covered with a blue and green cover (or duvet or whatever you call it) and had a few white pillows scattered on it. There was a dresser in the corner, a window across the room where the door was facing. All in all it was pretty bare, but it would do for tonight.
"If you need anything I'm just down the hall," Jordan said.
Isaac just gave him a small smile and nodded before going into the room. The door closed behind him and Jordan headed to Teddy's room. It was clear that Teddy had tried to stay up, despite how tired he had obviously been. His hair was the same auburn brown that had been Remus' at the moment. A small smile appeared on Jordan's face as he walked over, gently running a hand through the younger boy's hair.
Currently Teddy was in his pajamas, Star Wars bottoms and a Doctor Who pajama top. But since he was on the chair in his room, falling off of it in his sleep, it was clear he had tried to stay up. A soft grin crossed Jordan's face as he picked up Teddy, cradling him in his arms. Then he crossed the room, still carrying his godson, and tucked him into bed. Teddy stirred.
"Daddy?" Teddy murmured, eyelids fluttering as he tried to wake up.
"Ssh, go to sleep Teddy," Jordan muttered, kissing his forehead before leaving the room and turning off the light.
*******TWHP*******
From a distance, Chantel watched as Lydia's mother brought her to Eichen House. She could hear the banshee arguing with her mother, but her mother ignored it. They went inside and a few hours later only Lydia's mother left. There Chantel stayed on the tree, watching the Eichen House before disappearing. It would be a while before Theo and the group broke into the fortress. So, for now, they didn't need to scope it out. But they needed to know how to get inside, eventually.
"Chantel! Come on, let's get going," Theo called, from the bottom of the tree.
~I'm coming, I'm coming~ Chantel replied slightly angrily.
"Don't be snooty. Just get down. We need to plan. Corey and Tracey are waiting for us," Theo hissed, "So get down!"
Chantel jumped out of the tree, landing gracefully next to Theo. He glared at her, before walking away. With a small sigh Chantel followed him, ignoring the glares continuously sent her way. After a bit, she spread her wings. The tattoo lifting and becoming real feathers, ruffling in the air.
"Where do you think you're going?" Theo growled.
~I don't think it matters to you. You're not my alpha~ Chantel hissed at him.
"I am your alpha! I SAVED YOUR LIFE?!"
~My life? You saved my life? The only reason I'm here is because of the power I hold and your creepy obsession about me.~ Chantel was angry, her wings spreading to show dominance over him ~I do not belong to you~
And with that Chantel left, taking off into the air. She cared not for anything but getting away from Theo. His angry roar reverberated in the air, following her. Eventually Chantel landed on the tallest building in Beacon Hills, wings spread wide. From here she could see all of the town, but no sight of the beast.
*******TWHP*******
On the other side of the ocean, in an office underground, Minister Rogers paced. The carpeted floor creaked under the onslaught, but she paid no mind. How dare they make a fool of her, how dare they! She was the Minister, the most powerful person in the world of magic. And she would get her revenge. But how? Thoughts whirled through her mind. Use something Potter cared about against him? Maybe she could… But everyone he cared about was hidden. She couldn't get to them. But… That was a good idea. No matter how illegal it was. This might work… especially if she could do it.
Plots and schemes whirled through her mind, backup plans for backup plans. A smirk crossed her face, blood red lips stretching insanely. Now, to get it.
Minister Rogers walked out of the room with purpose, black vampire like skirt flowing behind her. It cut in the middle, a shorter blood red skin tight skirt covering what needed to be. The long skirt part rippled in the air, sending a terrifying aura. She opened the door to the Department of Mysteries and walked in like she owned it.
"Show me the doors to Parallel," Minister Rogers ordered.
The room spun around her, before one particular door opened in front of her. She strutted towards it, going through before looking at the doors in front of her. This was illegal, but she was the Minister. What could they do to her? Put her in Azkaban? As if. She strode forward, to the one particular door that she knew would do the work for her. It opened, showing only white smoke. The smoke poured out, gathering around her feet. Brown eyes gleamed insanely, even as laughter poured from her lips.
"Da Mihi Albus Severus Potter," Minister Rogers said.
A silvery beam shot into the door, the color of the spell. The door rumbled, the whole room shaking. This crossed so many lines, but she didn't care. She needed to bring this monstrosity down. Then the rumbling stopped and a young boy, looking exactly like Mr. Potter had been as a kid, appeared in front of her. His eyes were closed and he looked to be asleep. This would be her ultimate weapon. The silvery white of the spell surrounded him, leaving him in the stasis state.
"Perfect," she hissed.
Then, once his feet touched the ground, the spell ended and the boy shot awake. His eyes were a bit duller of a green then the Monster's had been, with some blue specks, but other than that he was the spitting image. To her surprise he wore a Slytherin scarf. Could this be? A Potter in Slytherin? This was a dream come true.
"Who are you? Where am I? Where's Scorpius and Rose?" Albus said quickly.
"I am the Minister of Magic, Rose Rogers. You are in the Department of Mysteries. And they are safe at home," Minister Rogers replied, humoring him.
"You can't be. Aunt Hermione is the Minister of Magic."
Anger filled Minister Rogers. A mudblood? The Minister of Magic? That was laughable. But how dare she take the position that belongs to her?!
"I'm afraid you aren't in your dimension anymore Albus. But we have need of you here."
"That's against the rules! Scorpius says so!"
Minister Roger's eyebrows rose in surprise. So he was smart, or his friend was. But no matter, she could sway him easily.
"Be that as it may, rules are meant to be broken. Come with me, I need your help with something," Minister Rogers replied.
Unwillingly, Albus followed her. Her plan had begun.
Me: So, I finished Cursed Child yesterday and loved it. However it seemed too much like a fanfiction for my tastes, but I still loved it. Have no complaints other than the lack of details *****SPOILERS*****(AND TEDDY AND ALBUS' OTHER SIBLINGS AND JUST THE LACK OF ANYONE BUT SCORPIUS AND ALBUS!) *****END SPOILERS****
Stiles: She's needed to get that off her chest.
Me: Yes I have. And reading that managed to get me to grow my plot a bit more and get me to places I had been planning to go but didn't know how too sooo… Albus is here. I don't plan on bringing any other Next Gen characters, but since the door to the parallel universe is open who knows? Maybe Scorpius will fall through, or Lilly, or even older Teddy (but that would get confusing very quickly)
Review Here - If I was too bring in another Next Gen character who should it be (I think James would be entertaining)