Derek was standing outside the Potter house while the sheriff was talking with Lydia. He could hear that she was calm in her answers, and Derek could respect that. She had been wandering through the woods for at least a week, naked at that. It would shake anyone, but she seemed calm and collected. He had to wonder if it was because of Hermione and Harry. They seemed to have some kind of authority and calmness about themselves he couldn't place.

He could also hear Hermione and Harry answering questions about how they had found Lydia and why they had called Derek. Derek tried not to feel resentful about how the questions were asked as if Derek had something to do with the missing girl.

It seemed that Hermione and Harry both were hearing that too, and they were quick to defend him. Telling the deputies that they knew Derek and knew that he would volunteer today, it seemed like the most logical reason was to call him because he would already be with the deputies. It had been the fastest way to let them know, according to them.

He didn't know what he had done for them to defend him like that, but it felt good. He couldn't deny that. The deputies had asked him to stay because they thought it was suspicious that Derek had been called, but now they seemed to understand why it had happened.

That he also was staying so he could talk to Harry and Hermione after was something the deputies didn't have to know.

The ambulance arrived, and Lydia was quickly taken to the hospital, even if she was saying that she was fine. They still needed to do some checkups.

The deputies came out of the house and told him that he could go.

''I want to talk to Harry and Hermione, but thank you. I hope the girl is fine.'' He gruffly answered. The deputies raised their eyebrows in question but didn't say anything else and got into their cars.

Only the Sheriff had stayed behind. He was still talking to Hermione and Harry. Harry excused himself and came out on the porch.

''Come on inside, Derek. It is cold out.'' He then turned back inside without another word.

Derek was debating if running away was still an option, but he settled himself and went inside. It was more comfortable. He really hated winter. The train depot would be cold as fuck tonight.

He nodded at the Sheriff, who looked dubious of seeing him there just like he was dubious when Derek had offered to volunteer this afternoon.

''Hale. I was just asking these kids how they know you.'' He said with narrowed eyes. Derek shrunk a little in himself. Trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

'' Kids ? I have you know that I'm eighteen, Sheriff. Derek is just one year my senior.'' Hermione said with an indignant voice, and Derek was biting his lip because he really wanted to grin at this girl. He liked the no-nonsense attitude.

The Sheriff looked properly chastised, especially when Hermione put her hands in her sides. Harry was shaking with silent laughter.

''How come you are in the same classes as my son? He's a junior.'' The Sheriff said, already having heard from Harry, that they knew Stiles.

''We had a lot of troubles the past year, so we thought it was advisable to start in junior year to catch up,'' Hermione said without a hint of a lie.

''Okay, and you live here in this house, all by yourself? How do you pay for this?''

''Sir, this house is all paid for. It was my family's before they died.'' Harry said softly. Not being impolite, but letting the Sheriff know that it is rude to pry.

''I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure that you are being taken care of. You are still awfully young.''

''I do understand, Sir. But you really don't have to worry about us. Hermione is an adult, and I'm emancipated. We have enough money to get us through school and to live.'' Harry explained with a smile. Making the Sheriff smile back at him.

''Alright then. Thank you for answering our questions, and thank you for finding Lydia.'' He then turned to Derek, his expression softer than it had been just moments ago.

''Hale, thank you for helping with the search.''

He nodded respectfully at the Sheriff before the Sheriff said his goodbyes and left. Leaving Derek with Harry and Hermione.

Harry collapsed on the couch with a groan. Hermione left to the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of something that seemed like whiskey and three tumblers.

Derek shook his head when she offered him a drink.

''I can't get drunk, so I never drink.''

Hermione smirked at him.

''You've never had fire whiskey.'' She said with a wink. He took a glass because he now was curious about the drink, and he took a sip. It burned all the way down, and he coughed. This was probably the strongest stuff he had ever drank. He had tasted regular drinks, but never something like this.

Hermione and Harry both laughed before calming down and also sipping their drinks.

''Aren't you underage?'' He then asked. He, too, was underage, but he had never been drunk because he was a werewolf. So he just never drank.

''In the wizarding world, you're an adult when you are seventeen. And in Europe, you can drink when you are sixteen. We are going with the wizarding law here.'' Hermione said while raising her glass.

''I drink to that!'' Harry said, and he took a sip. Derek chuckled and also took a sip.

He should probably stop after this one drink because he did start feeling the alcohol.

Harry then pulled out his phone and called someone. Just after one ring, the other end picked up. It was Stiles.

''Harry! Is everything alright? Do I need to come over?'' Derek could hear rustling over the phone as if Stiles was already moving to get out as soon as possible.

''Hi Stiles, everything is fine. Your dad just left, and Lydia went with the ambulance to the hospital with a little protest that she really was fine.'' Harry told him while chuckling. It figured that Stiles had been worried about them.

''Awesome, awesome, so you're sure I don't need to come over?''

''I'm sure I will see you tomorrow at school.''

''Sure, sure, okay, good-good night!'' Stiles blurted out before ending the call.

Harry tossed his phone on the couch, laughing. Derek again felt a pang of jealousy by the easy relationship Harry and Stiles had. But he still chuckled at the awkwardness that was Stiles.

Derek finished his drink and went to stand up.

''I should be going. Thank you for calling me.''

''Sure, how are you here? With your car?'' Harry asked.

''No, I rode with one of the deputies to the search area. My car is still at the station. I will get it tomorrow and will walk home.''

Harry shot up from the couch and frowned.

''No, I will get you home. I will apparate you. You will be home within seconds.''

Derek frowned but shrugged. He didn't mind if he would be home sooner. Well, so far, you could call a train depot home.

''Okay, grab my arm, don't let go, and keep the destination in mind.''

Derek was nodding as if understanding and took Harry's arm.

''Oh, and don't puke.'' He said just before everything turned upside down and inside out. It was not a fun experience. When they landed in the station, he buckled to his knees and coughed, but he didn't puke.

''What the fuck.'' Derek growled out.

''Yeah, not a fun experience the first time, sorry. But I said that you needed to envision the destination. It seems like we went wrong somewhere.'' Harry didn't sound apologetic at all. He sounded amused—the British asshole.

Derek looked around, and he saw that they were at the train depot.

''No, we're at the right place. My bed is over there somewhere.'' Derek said while standing up and waving his hand in the general direction of his bed.

''Yeah, no,'' Harry said with a frown.

''What, no?''

''You're not going to live here any longer,'' Harry said while waving his hand. Then all Derek's stuff came flying towards them before settling in front of them, everything seemed clean, and he knew for sure that a couple of his shirts had bloodstains. How the hell?

''What are you doing?'' Derek said bewildered, when Harry lifted a rock and inspected it before nodding and setting it down again.

Harry just smiled at him and waved his hand again, now over the rock. The rock transformed into a large chest, and all Derek's stuff flew into it. When everything was in it, the chest closed itself off and shrank into a mini version. Harry pocketed the small chest and looked back at Derek.

Derek knew he was gaping, but it was the first time he saw this much magic at once. It was amazing.

''You are going to come back with me. I have an extra bedroom. You can use it as long as you want.'' Harry then stated, and it was clear that it wasn't a request.

''I can't possibly-''

''You can and will. Derek, please let me do this for you. I can see you need help. And I wished someone could have helped me. I really will not let this go, so please, let me help you.'' Those big green eyes bored into him, and Derek knew he couldn't say no. Harry was right. He did need help. Hell, he needed help when Paige died. He needed help when he lost his family, Laura had done her best, but she had needed help too.

Derek couldn't put anything in words and just nodded. Harry smiled softly and outstretched his arm towards Derek to take.

''Are we going to do that thing again?'' Derek asked with dread. Harry laughed out loud while throwing his head back. His eyes were glistening with mirth.

''Yes, so grab on, and remember. Don't puke.''

''Did you see Jackson anywhere today?'' Stiles asked for the tenth time.

''No, I didn't see him, I didn't smell him, and I don't hear him,'' Scott said with an eye roll, which, rude. Stiles just wanted to be sure.

''Could he be with Lydia? She has been found, so maybe he went there? But they had broken up, right?'' Stiles said, mostly to himself, because Scott didn't know that kind of stuff usually.

''How should I tell Allison that I want to join Derek's pack?''

''Just tell her that you need some kind of guidance and that he has said sorry and stuff,'' Stiles said while flapping his hand, not really wanting to go into how it was at one side a little unfair for Allison to hold a grudge against Derek when her aunt Kate did burn his family to the ground.

''She really doesn't like him,'' Scott whined while putting on his jersey for Lacrosse.

''But she cares about you, and wants the best for you, so she should just accept it because it is the best course of action. He can be your werewolf Yoda!'' Stiles said with a smirk. Already imagining Derek with the Yoda ears and tunic.

''Still haven't seen Star Wars, dude.''

''I really don't know why I still stay friends with you,'' Stiles grumbled before turning around and bumping into Isaac Lahey. The kid shied away from him, and it broke Stiles's heart. There had to be a reason why Isaac was this jumpy. He had seen the bruises he sometimes wore, and Stiles had been bullied, so he knew that they could be from that kind of thing. But something nagged in the back of Stiles's head.

''Hey, you okay?'' Stiles quietly asked. Isaac looked at him with wide eyes before nodding and rushing out of the locker room.

''Man. I'm not scary, right, Scott?'' Scott snorted at the question, and Stiles narrowed his eyes at his supposed to be best friend.

''Asshole,'' Stiles grumbled before walking out of the locker room with Scott. They turned to the field, and when Stiles glanced at the stands, he did a double-take. Hermione and Harry were sitting in the stands, waving and smiling at them.

Stiles dopily smiled back before almost falling on his face because he wasn't watching where he was going. He blushed and then rushed to the pitch, not wanting to embarrass himself drastically in front of Harry.

He had talked to them today and unloaded even more questions on them. They really didn't seem to mind, and Stiles felt extremely pleased with that. They told him that Derek was staying with them because the Sourwolf was apparently sleeping in a train depot. Really. Stiles thought his burned-down house was bad, but apparently, Derek could do worse. He was glad that Harry had stepped in.

Tonight was just practice. On Friday, they would have a game, so hopefully, Jackson would be back. Stiles really didn't like the guy, but he was good on the field.

''Bilinski! Eyes up front!''

''Yes, Coach!'' Stiles quickly responded and fell in line.

Stiles thought that practice had been pretty boring and that Harry and Hermione would have been gone by the end of it, so when he came off the pitch sweaty and panting, he had not expected to see Harry walk up to him.

''Stiles! You didn't tell me that Lacrosse could be this exciting.''

''Well, when you bring up sports with flying brooms, it's not,'' Stiles said with a laugh.

Harry hummed his agreement.

''Do you want to try out?'' Stiles asked, hoping that Harry would say yes, and not for selfish reasons as to check him out in the locker room. Totally not for selfish reasons.

''I don't think so, not a fan of running,''

Stiles nodded but again filed this away for later. He started to think that Harry had not nearly told him everything about his past. Not that he could blame the guy, but still. There was something.

''Do you want to come back to the house with Hermione and me?'' Harry asked hopefully.

''Yeah! Dad has a shift, so he will not be at home.''

''Great, I will ride with you then. Hermione is already gone.''

Stiles looked behind Harry. He could've sworn that he had seen her just sitting there.

''How do you get to school?'' Stiles asked while tipping his head, thinking back if he had seen them get into a car.

''I will show you later,'' Harry said with a smirk.

''Like how you would show your broom? You still haven't shown me that.''

''Is that a euphemism, Stilinski? Because that just sounded wrong.'' Danny said when he walked past, making Stiles blush and Harry laugh.

Danny immediately turned around to Harry, and he seemed intrigued by him. Fuck. Danny was a nice guy, but he was also very attractive. Everybody likes Danny. Stiles didn't stand a chance if he would flirt with Harry.

''Hey, I'm Danny Mahealani. You are new, right?'' He said with his dimples on display. Fucker.

''Hi, yes, Harry Potter, nice to meet you.'' Harry then turned around back to Stiles.

''So are you bringing me home?''

Stiles bit his lip to repress a smile, especially when he saw Danny's stunned expression.

''Yeah, just a moment, I'm going to change real quick,'' Stiles said before sprinting back to the locker room. He hastily changed and tried to dart back out without being seen, but Danny was in his way.

''Hey, Stilinski. Wait a moment.''

''Danny, what is it?''

''Just-'' He let out a sigh as if agitated. ''-I understand that this is probably the first time for anyone to take an interest in you, so I just want to warn you. Don't do anything you don't want to do.'' He said before he walked away quickly. Stiles just stood there gaping at his back before a locker door slammed shut, and he snapped back to reality.

Stiles didn't know if he should be mad or thankful for the advice. So he just ignored it for now. That's his favorite plan of action. Ignore it until it goes away. Solid advice.

He walked outside and saw Harry leaning against his jeep, just looking up at the sky. It was already dark out.

''Hey, you ready?''

''Yeah, let's go.''

The ride to the house was fun and easy. Stiles really was amazed by how at ease he felt with Harry, and Hermione too, for that fact. It was as if he felt completely accepted. Even with all his flaws, maybe it was because of the magic, but he didn't know for sure.

After reading through some tomes that had way too much Latin for Stiles's taste, he couldn't sit still anymore.

''So, are you going to show me your broom?'' Stiles asked with a wiggle of his brows and a smirk. Making Harry laugh loudly.

''Yes, come on out back. It's in the shed.''

''Doesn't Hermione want to come?'' Stiles asked just to be sure when she stayed behind.

''Nah, she hates flying. It needs to be your thing.'' Harry said with a smirk.

''And Hermione is going to make dinner. Did you hear anything from Derek?'' Hermione asked.

''No, he only told me he was meeting one of the potentials he wanted in his pack. He really needs at least three wolves to control himself. Scott is a start, but we still don't know Jackson's situation.'' Harry replied before pulling Stiles outside.

''Don't you mind that he is biting anyone else?'' Stiles asked, a little unsure. He didn't mind and could understand that the Alpha needed some wolves in his pack, but it still made him a little uncomfortable, but maybe that was just because Scott kept claiming it was a curse.

''I don't mind, no. The werewolves we had in Britain were a different 'breed' if you can call it that. They didn't really work in packs. Well, some did, but they were more wolf-like than the wizards that kept to themselves. But for werewolves like Derek, they need to surround themselves with a pack to stay sane. But it's not only that. Werewolf packs keep the territory safe. With a complete pack in Beacon Hills, it should be safer for everyone involved.''

''So you don't think it's about power or something? Like that, if he bites someone, he will get more powerful?''

''He will get more powerful, but that's his job. He's the Alpha. He needs to be powerful so he can keep the big bad's at bay.'' Harry said with a smirk using Stiles's description.

Stiles nodded at that. It explained a lot. Derek did always try to save them. With the Alpha - Peter, he had saved them multiple times. If it had been something he had grown up with, to protect the town, Stiles could understand the need to bite other people, so he had help.

Harry opened the shed and walked in. Within moments he came out while holding a broom. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it was clear that he loved flying.

He let the broom hover next to him and climbed on, then he kicked off, and he was off like a gunshot. Harry was laughing the whole time, and Stiles was whistling after him, enjoying the view of Harry carefree in the air.

''You're telling me that I should be able to that?'' Stiles said, astonished.

''Yes! Do you wanna try?''

Well, nobody even said that Stiles made the best judgments. Like, go searching for half a body in the woods.

''Hell yeah!''

Harry landed next to him and laid the broom on the floor.

''Okay, put your hand above the broom, and say up. The broom needs to learn that you are its boss.''

''This is so weird,'' Stiles mumbled before saying up.

The broom twitched but didn't come up.

''Uh?''

''Try again.''

''Up.'' Again, the broom didn't do anything.

''Again.'' Stiles looked a little dubiously at Harry but tried again.

''Up!'' The broom flew into his hand.

''Holy shit! What now?'' Stiles exclaimed.

Harry summoned another broom from the shed and let Stiles see how he should be sitting on the broom and kick-off.

Excitement coursed through Stiles's veins. He mounted the broom and kicked off.

''Shit, shit, shit! I'm fucking flying!'' He was just hovering about two feet in the air, but he didn't care. He was flying!

Harry was hovering next to him with a wide grin. He then explained how he could handle the broom, but that was just as using a joystick with gaming. Within fifteen minutes, he had it down to an art. Well, in his head.

Harry was still more agiler and amazing in the air. He was rolling and waving through the air that made Stiles envious.

''Harry! Stiles! Dinner is ready!'' Hermione yelled from the backyard. And holy shit, Stiles was higher than he thought. A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his throat.

''Coming!'' Harry called down. ''You ready to land?'' Harry said with a smirk.

''No. But I need to get down sometime, right?''

Harry flew up to him, and together they descended to the ground. They landed with a little thud, and Stiles's knees buckled. Harry sank down next to him with a worried look, but Stiles started laughing.

''Fuck, that was fucking amazing, but holy shit. My heart is in my throat.''

Harry chuckled and helped him up from the ground. Stiles was still a little shaky, but he walked with Harry into the house. Harry had his arm thrown over his shoulder, and it made Stiles way too happy about that little tidbit.

They sat down to eat, and Hermione started talking about finding him a wand.

''In Britain, we all go to Olivanders for our wands, the wand chooses the wizard or witch, is what he would say, but he hasn't opened his shop back up since the war. But Harry has a lot of wands from his family's vaults, so we already talked about it, and you can try if you can find one with those. If not, we are going to a wand shop here in America.''

''Are you sure? I really don't want to break anything that has been a family heirloom. Because I'm clumsy as shit, the wand is going to break at one time.'' Stiles said with worried eyes.

Hermione and Harry started to laugh at Stiles antics.

''Wands almost can't break. You will be fine. And the wands don't agree with me, that's why I almost don't use one.'' Harry said with a wink, making Stiles feel slightly better.

''Okay, so, when are we going to find one?''

''After dinner, I asked a friend in Britain to send the chest to us.''

''Friend?'' Harry asked with a raised eyebrow aimed at Hermione. She was blushing, and Stiles got the feeling he was missing something.

''Aquintance then. It doesn't matter. He sent over the wands, those that were from the Potter's and Black's.''

''Black's?'' Stiles asked, confused.

''Black was the name of my godfather. When he died, he left me the Black fortune. And anything that came with it.'' Harry said with a bitter tone.

''Are you okay?'' Stiles asked worriedly. He didn't like the way Harry was acting now.

''Yes, yes, just - no fond memories at the moment. Come on, let's finish dinner and get you a wand.'' Harry replied. He forced a smile, but Stiles could see that it wasn't a real one.

Stiles had seen this happen a few times now. Anything that was brought up about Harry's past didn't seem fond. It made his heart ache for the boy.

When they were finished, Hermione waved her wand, and the dishes started to do themselves.

''Okay, this is just so cool. I want to do this all the time. It would save me so much time with chores!'' Stiles said with a broad grin.

They got into the study, and Stiles was confused for a moment until Hermione took out one of the books, and a door appeared.

Harry saw Stiles's gobsmacked expression and laughed.

''Magic,'' Harry said while doing jazz hands. Stiles laughed, and they went down the stairs.

He now understood why they had this part hidden. Everywhere he looked, he saw something that just radiated magic.

Stiles wanted to squeal in delight, but he tried to keep a straight face for about ten seconds, then he saw a cabinet filled with all kinds of weird stuff. He dashed over and almost reached out to take something until Hermione made him stop.

''Stiles! Don't touch the potion ingredients. Some are poisonous.''

Stiles hid his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching.

''So, just to be sure, all the stuff is more a you-can-look but you-can't-touch thing?''

''Pretty much until you have learned more about everything,'' Harry said with amusement.

''Sure, yeah, totally, so when can I learn everything? Because I want to touch so bad.'' Stiles replied with a whine.

Hermione and Harry both laughed until they led him to the chest. It was a huge chest. And when Hermione opened it, he could see different layers. Every layer had seven wands, and most of them were pretty. Some of them were nasty, and others just gave a weird vibe.

''So, you are going to hold your hand over the wands. If you feel anything like a tingle that feels pleasant, you tell us, and we will take them out. When you have a selection of four or five wands, you will try them out to check which one will fit best.'' Hermione explained calmly. Stiles was nodding that he was ready, and they began.

The first two trays didn't have any wands that gave a 'tingle,' so they moved on. The third one had a wand that gave a tingle, so they took that apart. The fourth one had none. The fifth tray had two wands that felt good. The sixth had another one, but his money was on number seven. As soon as he moved his hand slowly over the wands, one wand stood out immediately. It was like the wand was speaking to him.

''That one.'' He said with certainty. He was just so sure. This was the wand. This was his wand.

He felt a little breathless, especially when Harry seemed to understand what Stiles was feeling, and handed him the wand.

''Flick it,'' Harry ordered. Hermione was watching intently, and Stiles was feeling giddy when he finally had his wand in his hand.

He flicked it, and a warmth filled the room before fireworks exploded over his head—a perfect match for the spark that Stiles felt within.

''Wow,'' Stiles breathed out.

''Yeah, pretty impressive. You need to keep your wand with you were-ever you go, do you understand?'' Harry said very seriously.

''Yeah, I don't even think I want to part with it now.''

''Good. I have a wrist holster for you, you can use that, so you always have access. Train with it so you can get your wand fast. Okay?''

Stiles nodded and promised himself that he would take this very seriously. He wanted to protect his dad and his friends.

''So, now I only need to learn spells, right?'' He said with an eyebrow waggle.

They got back upstairs, and Stiles saw that Derek was now at home too. He was reading a book leisurely on the couch. Stiles had never seen Derek this relaxed and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the Alpha. The guy had lost everything. No wonder he had hated Stiles and Scott in the beginning. They had been annoying as fuck.

''Okay, I want you to read this, this, this, oh, and this book. When you are done with them, we can practice the spells. When are you turning 17? Because you really should try not to use any spells with your wand outside this house before you turn 17. Otherwise, the Ministry will find you for underage wand use.'' Hermione said while giving him four thick books. She then ticked the books until they shrunk down and he could put them in his pocket.

''How do I turn them back to the right size if I can't use magic?'' Stiles said with a pout.

''You don't really need magic to unshrink them, just tap the books twice with your finger, and they will go back to the right size. Oh, and of course, don't use magic in front of your dad. And don't spill anything on the books.'' Hermione said sternly, making him gasp in shock.

''Hermione, I would never.'' He said with faux shock, making her giggle.

''Do you want to fly some more? You have time, right?'' Harry asked happily.

''Dude! Yes! Thank you, Hermione!'' Stiles said before bolting out of the house. He definitely heard her mutter something like 'boys.'

Harry knew this had been the right choice. Moving to Beacon Hills was already so much better than anything at home had been. No press that was constantly on his heels, no fake friends, no one that bothered him. He loved it.

The last couple of days had been amazing. He had school during the day, where he met up with Stiles and Scott. After school, he would do homework with Hermione. Most of the time, Stiles would join them, especially if Scott was with Allison. And when homework was done, they taught Stiles magic, and most of the nights, Harry and Stiles would fly through the garden. When Stiles could do the notice-me-not charm, Harry would take him flying above the forest.

Stiles had finished the books in record time, making Hermione's respect for him grow about ten percent.

Derek was out most nights, patrolling his territory. There were rumors about an omega on the loose, and there were still hunters in Beacon Hills. They didn't know about Hermione and Harry, and they really wanted to keep it that way. Jackson hadn't been seen at school, but he was still alive, so Derek was starting to think that Jackson maybe too was immune, like Lydia. Even if Derek didn't let it show, he was glad that the teenager was still alive.

Something was still nagging Harry about the Lydia girl. He just didn't believe in the coincidence. He thought that Lydia had been turned into a creature with the bite, but what creature it was, he couldn't place. He hadn't seen her since the night she had been found. But according to Stiles, she would be at school Monday. Maybe he could find out more then.

He looked up when he felt someone enter the wards of the house. He could feel it was Stiles with Derek, but that was weird. Derek had been on patrol, and Stiles was with Scott earlier.

''Harry!'' He heard Stiles yell, and Harry was out of his chair with a flash. He could hear the panic in Stiles's voice, and he didn't like it one bit.

When he stormed out of the house, he could see why.

Stiles was holding a severely wounded Derek. Derek was leaning on him heavily, groaning in pain while covered in blood.

''What happened?!'' Harry said when he reached them.

''Hunters. They have put traps all over the woods for the Omega. I didn't get caught, but when they saw me running away, they shot a couple of times.'' Derek grunted out. He was clearly in pain.

''The wounds aren't healing,'' Harry stated when he saw the wounds.

''No, there was Wolfsbane in the bullets.''

''Bugger. I don't have Wolfsbane. I can't burn it out.'' Harry said with dread filling his stomach.

''Deaton! Maybe Deaton has some.'' Stiles exclaimed.

''Who is that?''

''It's the town Druid. Scott works for him. I was driving here when Derek staggered in front of my jeep, I thought that maybe you could help, but now we need to go to Deaton.'' Stiles rambled.

''With apparating, I can take you there within seconds,'' Harry stated. He grabbed Stiles's shoulder. They were now both on Derek's side with his arms draped over their shoulders.

''Can you focus on the place we need to go?'' Harry asked Stiles. He nodded quickly.

''Good, make sure we go somewhere we will not be seen.''

Stiles nodded again and closed his eyes in concentration.

''I hate this,'' Derek grumbled.

Harry let out a strangled laugh before apparating them to Deaton. They landed in the back alley of a veterinarian's office.

''A vet? Seriously?'' Harry deadpanned.

He then took Derek's whole weight when Stiles doubled over and puked to his right.

''You didn't warn him,'' Derek said with a small smile.

''Oops, sorry, Stiles.''

Stiles waved his hands in their direction before standing up again. He was as white as a sheet but seemed okay.

''I'm gonna walk home.'' He mumbled before he knocked on the back door of the office.

A dark man opened the door and seemed indifferent to see three teenagers while one of them was bleeding.

''Derek, Stiles, and.. Oh my god.'' The eyes of the vet went wide when he took in Harry. He started to shift uncomfortably. It was clear that this guy recognized him. Bugger.

''Can you help Derek?'' Harry said quickly before the guy would say anything else, but when he glanced to Stiles and Derek, it wasn't lost on them how the doctor had reacted to him.

The vet waved them in and directed them to the nearest operation table.

''Wolfsbane?'' The vet asked while already gathering glass jars from the shelves in the corner.

''Yes,'' Derek grunted.

''Stiles, can you help Derek out of his jacket? And mister Potter, it's an honor to meet you. Could I get an autograph after this?'' The vet said with wonder in his eyes while looking at Harry. Harry just groaned out loud. He really didn't like being famous.

''Did you really just asked Harry his autograph when Derek is bleeding out?'' Stiles asked incredulously. Thank Godric for that boy. Derek also looked appealed at what the vet was doing.

The vet did look scolded and got to work. Finally. It appeared that it was just regular Wolfsbane, so the vet could burn the poison out.

When Derek was resting for a bit and the vet went into another room, he couldn't ignore Stiles's looks anymore. He blushed when he saw how intense Stiles was watching him.

''So, do you want to explain all that?'' Stiles asked calmly.

''Rather not. But do I have a choice?'' Harry said a little sharply.

Stiles let out a sigh.

''Yes, dude, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I understand if you don't trust me. We don't know each other for long, but I hope you will tell me one day when you're ready and want to tell me.''

Harry looked down. He wanted to tell Stiles, he already trusted him. But, there was so much.

''I want to tell you, but - but I didn't because I don't want you to look at me any different. It's a really nice change to be seen as Harry, and not as the boy-who-lived, or the boy-who-vanquished.'' Harry scoffed.

''Dude, please tell me that you weren't called that. Why would anyone call you something that every living, breathing boy is? That's just weird.'' Stiles said with a scrunched-up nose.

Harry laughed at that.

''Exactly. I will tell you and Derek, but we will do that when we're home again.'' Harry said with a laugh. Stiles nodded in agreement.

The vet walked back in, and he was looking with an awful hopeful look at Harry.

''Fine. I will give you an autograph, but you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone in the magical world that you have seen me.''

''Of course, mister Potter. I will not tell a soul.''

Harry rolled his eyes and gave the vet an autograph. He then looked back at Stiles and felt a question bloom in his mind.

''Why didn't you tell Stiles that he was a wizard? You should have known the first time you saw him.'' Harry asked the vet.

Stiles perked up at that, clearly not have thought about that.

''I knew that Stiles was a wizard from the moment he was four. His mother only asked me to never tell him if he didn't come to me with the information himself.'' Deaton explained.

Stiles had gone rigid with the mention of his mom. Harry didn't exactly know what had happened with her, but it was clear that she was gone now and that it still hurt Stiles.

''My mom asked you that?'' He whispered.

''Yes, she asked because she wanted to keep you out of the wizarding world. You see, your mother was a pureblooded witch, who fell in love with a no-maj, or as British wizards call them, muggles. Her family disapproved and kicked her out. She wanted to keep you away from the world that had hurt her so much.'' Deaton said with sympathy.

''I knew that my mom didn't talk with her side of the family, but that it was because she loved my dad...'' Stiles said with a sad voice.

''There are a lot of differences in the magical world about heritage. Pureblooded people and their beliefs were the reason there was a war in Britain.'' Harry said while looking intently at Stiles. He nodded, but it was clear that he, again, had many questions. Harry only hoped that he could give Stiles the answers he wanted.