Harry groaned when he once again sneezed in the middle of having dinner with Derek, Stiles, Draco, Scott and the rest of the pack. Cora was already up and awake a couple of minutes after Harry and Draco had pulled their magic out. Peter had left after knowing that Cora would be okay. It had made for an interesting introduction between Cora and Draco, though. The others had come when Stiles had called to let them know that Cora was okay. He felt his cheeks warming when the werewolves turned to look at him pointedly.
"Don't tell me," Harry griped. "I'm getting sick, aren't I?"
"Yep," Isaac replied, grinning at him. Harry sighed; he hated it when he got sick. He should have known that running through a freak storm and getting soaked to the skin for a good 15 minutes would make him sick. His shields were never up to full speed when he was sick which resulted in more nightmares. They usually came once every other week or less, but with him being sick, it meant one nightmare every night. Plus, whenever he got sick, he really got sick. It was as if he only ever got the longest lasting and ugly colds that usually turned into fevers.
"You okay?" Stiles asked curiously. Harry was due to a letter back from Tegan tonight; he had written the other were-dragon about the certain smell that he had scented from Stiles. So the matter would be resolved by tomorrow.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry muttered, hoping to get out of the building without having to put up with any werewolf interrogation. He saw Draco raise an eyebrow at him then then he groaned again. Draco knew what being sick meant for him. Harry made a cutting motion across his throat, promising retaliation if he talked. He heard the others go back to their quiet chatting about where they thought Jennifer was keeping the sheriff. Harry would have to sometime in the morning shift into his dragon form and sniff him out, but not now. He was starting to feel a bit achy now though. But, he still had at the most one or two days of lucidity, so he would have to make the most of them. Starting with taking out Jennifer and the Alpha pack.
As he started to slink out of the loft, he heard Draco whisper something to Derek and coincidentally Stiles. But he couldn't hear very well due to the illness already restricting his senses. He was just reaching for the door when someone grabbed his arm. He jumped, but turned around. Derek let go, but crossed his arms and glared at him. Stiles too walked over to join the alpha.
"What? God, now I know how Stiles feels when you guys appear out of nowhere!"
"Your friend, who is apparently Draco Malfoy, told me what happens when you get sick," Stiles commented.
Harry flicked his eyes over to where Draco was standing in the crowd of werewolves and grinning smugly. He glared at the other wizard, who turned to answer something that Cora had asked him. He switched his attention back to Derek and Stiles, but only Stiles was still in his original spot. Derek had moved to stand in the doorway and was blocking it, so as Harry was still facing Stiles, he had a werewolf behind him. And he could definitely feel Derek, as the heat coming from the other man was quite deafening.
"Really?" Harry groaned.
"You can't stay in a home where no one else lives when you're getting sick," Stiles replied seriously. Harry saw Stiles glance over Harry to Derek, who sighed and nodded. "You can stay with Derek and Cora."
"Fine, okay, I'll stay here," Harry acquiesced, turning to face Derek and then glance at Stiles. "Where will you be staying? You can't stay in an empty house if I can't."
"He's staying with me," Derek replied then walked back to where everyone was and grabbed another pizza slice and started to eat. Harry sighed, glancing at Stiles who had gone back to join everyone else.
"I suppose I could sleep here," Harry muttered to himself. He walked over to the couch that he had transfigured a couple of days ago and pulled out his wand and cast the transfiguration spell again, with his recharged magic, onto the couch to turn it into a bed.
Once everyone had gone home, Isaac and Scott to Scott's home, Peter to his apartment, Erica and Boyd to their respective homes, it was just Harry, Draco, Cora, Derek and Stiles in the loft. While Derek and Stiles were doing the whole before bed routine, Harry sat down on the bed and waited. Cora had already fallen asleep on her bed in a curtained off portion of the loft. Draco looked between him and the door. Harry glanced up at him with a questioning look.
"Draco?"
"Could I stay here?" Draco hesitantly asked. "With you?"
"Of course. Is there any particular reason?"
"No, I just feel safer here than in London," Draco replied.
"Well, if you're going to be staying in Beacon Hills then you can have the guest room in my home for your usage," Harry said.
"Thanks."
Harry watched as Draco apparated away back to their home. Feeling his eyes start to droop, he cast one cleaning spell that would take most of the dirt off of his body then transfigured his clothes to sleeping clothes and crawled under the covers. As soon as he hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
He woke up to fully recharged magic and to the sun shining through the big gaping wall of windows. He languidly stretched, reaching out with his magic to feel Derek, Cora and Peter in the loft. He figured that Stiles had left for school already, so he sleepily walked upstairs to the lone bathroom. It wasn't until he got under the shower head that he realized that the werewolves had said good morning to him and he hadn't answered.
He blushed and felt his heart speed up in embarrassment; he wasn't really a morning guy, though in some respects, he was. Harry also hadn't realized that he had walked past werewolves with morning wood. After he washed his hair, he slicked up his hands with lather from the bar of soap and reached his hand down to grasp his cock. With a two swift strokes and his mind wandering to a certain couple, he came within two minutes.
He dried off after he stepped out and thought about a fresh set of clothing in his house and cast a summoning spell. After his clothes came, he dressed and walked back down the spiral staircase. Derek and Cora glanced at him, both raised eyebrows.
"What? Oh, you guys heard that, didn't you?" Harry grimaced. "I should have put up a temporary ward in the bathroom."
Derek grinned then turned around to focus on what looked like a map of the
"On another subject, so do you guys know where the Alphas are staying? Or where Stiles' dad is and Scott's mom is? I feel the need to hunt today," Harry asked.
"We're not sure," Cora started. "They might be on the outskirts of the town."
"They're definitely in Beacon Hills," Derek remarked.
"Okay, once Scott and the others get out of school, we are going hunting. I can sniff out Jennifer and the parents in my dragon form. And I'm assuming you guys can sniff out the Alphas."
"Alright," Cora replied. "We have a plan."
I'll be at my home until then," Harry started to turn to the door when a cell phone started to ring.
Derek pulled his cell phone out and answered it. "Lydia?"
"Derek! I need your help! Something happened to Stiles!" Lydia said in an urgent tone. Harry could hear screaming in the background. "Is Harry with you, too? I think he needs to get over here too."
Harry startled and turned back around to trot over next to Derek. "What's happening?
"Harry, good. It looks like... if I didn't know better, I'd say Stiles was a wizard, like you, but he's not! I've never seen him do this!" Lydia raised her voice to be heard over the background noise. "He had just started having a panic attack then things started to float and zoom around the hallway."
"Okay, we'll be right over. Where are you?" Harry asked, exchanging glances with Derek. The other man had just grabbed his car keys.
"I managed to move him into the boy's locker room," Lydia replied then hung up.
Derek put his phone back into his jean's back pocket and ran to the door, already holding out a hand for Harry to grab. He ran over and entwined their fingers and disapparated from the loft, putting a notice-me-not charm on them both before doing so.
Harry and Derek landed in his old classroom then walked out of the classroom. Harry lifted the charm and they both sprinted over to where Lydia had moved Stiles. As they were running through the hallway, Harry saw books and other school supplies floating in the air. Harry stopped to press his hand on one the closest walls, putting up a ward to contain the wild magic that was rolling through the school. Luckily, it was during class, so there was no one in the hallways that could see this. As they arrived at the door to the locker room, Scott, Erica, Boyd and Lydia were standing out of reach of the range of floating things. Surprisingly enough, Aiden and Ethan were also standing with them.
Harry started to growl at the Alpha twins, flashing purple eyes at them in warning.
"It's okay. They're with us," Scott said, looking between Harry and the twins. Harry subsided then turned to glance into the room. Stiles was sitting against the wall of lockers that was closest to the door and within sight of everyone else. Harry's heart ached when he took a closer look at him.
"Good, you're here. He's in there," Lydia pointed toward the classroom. "I managed to get him to mostly calm down."
"What caused the panic?" Derek asked the group. "And did anyone else see it?"
Scott turned to look at Lydia, with an expectant look.
"Allison just called; Mr. Argent let himself be taken," Lydia replied. "Whatever it is started happening during passing period, so that would be a yes."
Harry groaned; he would have to do a ginormous memory spell now. He had hoped to get out of having to do that. Unless...
"Could someone go get Draco? Preferably not a werewolf? He's at my house. Fill him in on the situation and have him call the American Ministry. Actually, just get him here on second thought."
Harry cautiously stepped into the open doorway; he could hear hitching breaths and smell panic at a high level, probably made worse by the unexpected burst of magic. He activated the ward and felt it start to push the magic into a contained area.
He glanced back at Derek, "You should be the one to go in first. He knows you better."
"What about the magic?" Derek asked.
"If you can get him to calm down then I can deal with it. It won't affect you, I think, if I'm right about something," Harry replied, watching Derek slowly walk in and sit down in front of Stiles.
"Derek..." Stiles croaked, pleading.
"I'm here, you're okay," Derek whispered back, reaching with a hand to grasp the back of Stiles' neck.
Harry very carefully walked into the room, while hearing Derek murmuring soothing words and then an oomph when Stiles launched himself into Derek's arms. He came to stand next to the two and sat down alongside Derek. He could feel the energy start to slow down and he could hear things dropping in the hallway. He turned back to the two, seeing that Derek had both arms around Stiles now, who had burrowed into Derek's chest.
Harry saw Stiles turn his head to glance at him. "What's happening to me?"
"I think," Harry started and breathed in some air in Stiles' direction, "you're a wizard. What you just experienced was emotion magic, tied in with accidental magic. That was the scent that I had smelled."
"But, wouldn't I have been able to feel it or whatever?" Stiles quietly asked, yawning.
Harry thought about that, "No, your magic must have been bound by someone. It would explain your excess energy though and the fact that you take medication for it."
"How did you know that?" Stiles tentatively asked.
"I can smell it, remember? Same as Scott or Derek can," Harry replied. "Your mom wasn't a witch by any chance was she?"
"No, at least, I don't think she was," Stiles replied, looking over at where Scott and the others were. "Get in here, you guys. I know you want to."
Scott, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Draco came into the room. Harry started to stand up when he saw Stiles reach a hand to grab his arm.
"Stay," Stiles said, eyes drooping. "You're less cryptic then the doc when you give answers and warmer."
"Okay," Harry said hesitantly, hearing Stiles fall asleep half on Derek and half on him. He tentatively extended a hand to grasp Stiles' shoulder in comfort.
Draco walked over and kneeled at his side, "Harry, what did you need?"
"We kind of have a problem."