Okay, so, long chapter ahead, heads up, Harry is going to tell his story. So a lot of information will be in this one, not a lot of action, just a little, like blink and it's gone.
Have fun!
Derek walks into the locker room at Beacon Hills high. He was seriously starting to doubt this meeting spot. It really smelled badly of sweat, teenage boys, and hormones. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. How he had survived High School was lost on him for a moment.
He checked the time and saw that he was a couple of minutes early. He already heard Stiles, Scott, and Isaac approaching. He had told Scott, Stiles, Harry, and Hermione about the boy he wanted to give the bite to. He explained that he thought that Isaac was being abused and that he hoped that the bite would make him stronger and give him the opportunity to defend himself.
Stiles and Harry both had reacted very badly with hearing that he thought Isaac was being abused. Harry didn't know the boy. Otherwise, he would have been here too. Because Scott was now an official part of Derek's pack, he would help Isaac with the transition. And Stiles was there because he had helped Scott.
Stiles had turned a little sour since Derek had been wounded. He was still waiting until Harry would explain and tell him everything that the boy had been through, but this weekend he needed to travel back to Britain for some properties he owned. Harry really didn't want to go and had apologized a couple of thousand times, but Stiles isn't a very patient person. They would talk tonight after Derek had bitten Isaac.
The door opened, and Scott, Stiles, and Isaac stepped in. Isaac shrank into himself a little, trying to appear as small as possible, but the guy was a head taller than Derek, so that really wasn't going to work.
''Scott, Stiles, Isaac.'' He acknowledged.
''Hi Derek,'' Stiles said with a wave. Derek almost smiled at the goofy guy. He had stayed over for most of the weekend at Harry's house, even with Harry and Hermione gone. He had read through at least five books. Derek didn't even know that people could read that fast. Stiles had used Derek as a sounding board. Everything he didn't understand, he read aloud and debated with Derek what it could mean. Derek didn't think that he had brought in that much, but Stiles said that he had been glad for the input.
''Hi,'' Isaac said a little timidly. As if afraid of what would happen, as if Derek hadn't already told him a hundred times. But, Derek had been a werewolf for his whole life. He didn't know any different. For Isaac, it would mean that his entire life would change.
''Are you ready?'' Derek asked softly. Isaac nodded fast and took a step forward. He rolled up his sleeve and trusted his arm out at Derek.
Derek shifted his face and heard Isaac take a shaky breath. He also heard Stiles take in a sharp breath. Not wanting to be distracted any further, he bit down fast in Isaac's wrist. Isaac whimpered but didn't make another sound.
He let go of the wrist and shifted his face back to normal. He looked at Stiles, who scrambled over with the first aid kit they had brought. Stiles bandaged the wound quickly and well before nodding and clapping Isaac on his shoulder.
''Welcome to the club.'' He said with a waggle of his eyebrows. Isaac rolled his eyes and gave a shy smile. Scott raised his hand as if he had a question.
''Scott, you aren't in class, you know that, right?'' Derek said with a hint of amusement.
Scott lowered his hand and looked a little bashful before asking the question.
''I feel the need to touch Isaac, I think that should be weird, but my wolf seems very happy at the thought.'' He then blushed as if ashamed for saying it at all.
Stiles was shaking with silent laughter, and Isaac looked downright disturbed.
''It's called scent marking. Your wolf already accepts Isaac as a member of the pack, so you want to give him your scent, so he smells like you and pack.'' Derek explained. Isaac seemed to take this in stride and didn't seem worried anymore.
''You can do that if you want. I mean, if everything goes according to plan, I want that too, right?'' He asked uncertainly.
''Yes, very good, Isaac,'' Derek said with a smile. Isaac positively lit up with the compliment.
''Awh, we have another puppy!'' Stiles then interrupted. Making Derek roll his eyes.
''Puppy, Stiles, really?'' Isaac then said with a scowl.
Derek already liked his new beta. Stiles just pouted at the guy.
''Question, why doesn't Scott scent mark me?'' Stiles asked with a frown.
''He does, every time he claps you on the shoulder or gives you a hug, just every time he touches you, he scent marks you,'' Derek replied calmly.
''Oh, okay, why don't you scent mark anyone?'' Stiles then asked, and really, Derek should have seen that one coming.
''Because an Alpha's scent is very strong, if I touch you one time a week, you would already have enough of my scent on you to calm my wolf. And you, Harry, and Hermione have not yet officially joined my pack, so I haven't actively scent marked you because it could be seen as rude.'' He didn't tell them that he is still coming to terms with touching people again. He knew that he was severely touch starved as a werewolf, but he was afraid of rejection, and that's why he never indulged himself.
''Oh,'' Sadness filtered through Stiles scent, and Derek needed to swallow a whine because of it.
He touched Stiles's shoulder briefly, leaving his scent on Stiles, he would rather hug him, but he wasn't ready for that yet.
''It's not that I don't want you in my pack, it's just that in a werewolf pack, I need to have three wolf beta's first before an emissary or other supernatural creatures can join. My wolf would otherwise become unstable. I could lose control.'' Derek explained carefully.
Stiles then smiled up at him.
''Well, then we just need to wait until you can bite the next one because Jackson doesn't have any wolf smell, according to Scott.'' He said with a flail.
Jackson and Lydia had been at school today. Jackson seemed normal, he wasn't spitting black blood anymore, and Lydia had taken over again as queen of the school as if she hadn't left. Stiles had updated him through text messages, and really, he didn't know that a guy could text so much in one hour.
He should have expected it, though.
Harry had tried talking to the girl, but she was constantly surrounded according to him. Jackson had only sneered at everyone like he always did. It ribbed Derek the wrong way. If he had been turned into a werewolf, he should start showing respect to his pack mates, but at least he was keeping his mouth shut.
''Isaac, do you have anywhere you need to be tonight?'' Scott then asked. Derek had talked with Scott and asked him to invite Isaac over, to keep him away from his father, and to keep an eye on him.
''I-My dad expected me at home, but I could ask him if I could go to you instead,'' Isaac mumbled.
Scott beamed at the guy and told him that his mother was making burritos tonight and that he should join them and even could stay over for movies or a videogame.
Isaac seemed so hopeful that he could join Scott that he immediately called his dad. His father sounded okay over the phone, but Derek wasn't so sure how he would have reacted in real life. Derek was glad that the father agreed to let Isaac stay over at the McCall's house.
Derek clapped Scott and Isaac on the shoulder to scent mark them. Stiles gave Scott his car keys, telling him that he would ask Harry to take him home tonight.
''So I'm offering you a ride to the house?'' Derek asked with a smirk. Stiles blushed before he smirked.
''Yeah, dude, you're trying to be an upstanding citizen and everything. You should totally give the Sheriff's kid a ride.'' Stiles said with a smirk and a wink.
Derek choked on air because that sounded way too suggestive in his ears.
''A ride? Seriously, Stiles. You can't say shit like that. And don't call me dude.'' Derek sputtered.
Stiles cackled with glee before following Derek out to the parking lot and into the Camero.
He became quiet when they were almost at the house. It was clear that he was a little nervous about what they would hear tonight.
''It will be alright. He's still Harry.'' Derek said reassuringly.
''Yeah, I know, but what if Harry is a whole other person? I mean, you saw how Deaton reacted. It was like Harry was a freaking superstar.'' Stiles grumbled.
''And you also saw how he hated being reminded of that.''
''Yeah, that's true,'' Stiles said with a sigh.
They pulled up to the house and saw Harry standing outside with a cup of tea. He also seemed nervous. Derek gave Stiles a look, and they stepped out of the car.
Harry was pacing, he know he was doing that, and it irritated him that he knew, but he was also very nervous. He was going to tell Stiles and Derek everything.
''Harry, please settle down,'' Hermione asked him for the tenth time.
''I can't, Mione. What if they don't want to talk to me anymore? I mean, I'm ready to join Derek's pack. I can't even imagine him being gone from the house, he's a real good listener, and I feel safe around him. And Stiles-'' Harry groans. ''-I like him, what if he reacts badly?'' He moved his hands through his hair again, it was a real bird's nest right now.
''Harry James Potter, take this and go wait on the porch,'' Hermione said sternly while putting a cup of tea in his hands. Harry took a sip and tasted the calming draught.
''That's cheating.'' He mumbled, but he walked out obediently and took another sip.
He watched the forest around the house and was again glad that they had moved here. It was calming to be in the middle of the forest like this. He felt the wards and could feel the Camero coming. Just a couple of moments later, he saw the car pull up to the house.
Now or never, he mused in himself. He waved a little awkwardly at Derek and Stiles and got them inside.
They all got seated in the living room. Harry was standing in front of the couch where Stiles and Derek were both seated.
''Well, I think it's best to start at the beginning. I already told you how a Dark wizard killed my parents when I was a baby.'' He got two nods at that.
''He did that because he had heard a prophecy, a prophecy about a wizard that could stop him one that was born when the seventh month dies, my mom and dad went into hiding when they heard that the wizard was going to come after them, well me, but a close friend betrayed them. The Dark wizards name was Tom Riddle, but he called himself Voldemort.''
Stiles snorted at that.
''Flight from death? Really.'' Stiles said with a quirked eyebrow.
''Really, he was completely insane. He wanted blood purity and exterminate the people who weren't 'pure' enough. While he himself had a muggle father.'' Harry then looked at Hermione.
''My parents were muggles. They called me mudblood at school because, according to them, my blood was muddled and not pure enough. I would always be weaker in the eyes of any pureblood.'' Hermione told them. Stiles looked outraged, and also Derek seemed insulted by it. When Harry thought about it, Derek probably knew a lot about racism. Hunters were doing the same to werewolves.
''So this Voldemort terrorized the British wizarding world. People were even afraid to speak his name. They called him you-know-who or He-who-shall-not-be-named. His followers called him the Dark Lord. So this so-called Dark Lord, hears a prophecy that could mean that he would be vanquished, so he comes after the wizards that could be the one.
He killed my father when he entered the home. Then he killed my mother when she begged him to let me go. My mother had only used something to save me. With her sacrifice, I could live even when the killing curse was thrown at me. The curse rebounded, and Voldemort was gone. I survived, even when I was just a baby.''
''How do you know all the details?'' Stiles asked, gaping at Harry.
''I will come back to that later,'' Harry said with a forced smile. He then rushed on before Stiles could ask more.
''Wizarding Britain celebrated the fall of the Dark Lord while naming me the boy-who-lived. Because no one had ever survived the killing curse. The headmaster of the Magical school dropped me at my aunt's house and left me there for eleven years. My aunt and uncle were muggles and hated everything with magic. You can probably imagine how it would be for a magical child to grow up in that kind of environment.''
''That old goat,'' Hermione muttered next to him. He gave her a smile before continuing with the story.
''When I turned eleven, I got an invite to the Magical school, Hogwarts. I was shown a part of the magical world I had never even heard of while everybody knew me.
I started my lessons there, but it became clear in my first year that Voldemort was not dead as everybody thought. He came after a relic that was hidden in the school, and I, with my foolish thoughts, wanted to stop him. I didn't know that my touch was poisonous for Voldemort because of my mother's sacrifice. So when I touched my teacher, who was possessed with Voldemort's essence, he died at my hands. Literally.''
''Holy shit, Harry,'' Stiles said with a wide-eyed expression. Derek had lost almost all color in his face and looked at Harry with sympathy. Harry quickly looked away, knowing that if he didn't finish the story now, he would never do it.
''That was my first year in the wizarding world. The second year, it was even worse. Voldemort had bound pieces of his soul to objects. With those objects, he could always come back to life. No matter how many times he would be killed. That's why he didn't die when I was one year old. In my second year, one of those objects was at Hogwarts. It possessed a student and opened the chamber of secrets—an old chamber from one of the founders. With opening the chamber, a beast was let loose in the school. Ever heard of a basilisk?''
Stiles gasped.
''Yeah, I read about those. Their looks can kill, right?'' Stiles asked while looking between Harry and Hermione.
''Yes, but if you don't look at it straight away, but through an object, like a mirror-'' Harry said while looking at Hermione for the last part. ''-you will be petrified. Turned into stone. Before the creature was captured, it turned Hermione into stone.''
Derek and Stiles were looking at Hermione with horror. She just waved her hand at them in an 'I'm fine' manner. Making Harry snort out a short laugh.
''The basilisk is a snake-like creature, and I can talk to snakes, so I thought I was going crazy. I heard a voice move through the castle while it was whispering how it wanted to kill.'' Harry shuddered before continuing.
Stiles had clasped his hand over his mouth and was listening intently. Derek was watching Harry with contained alarm.
''I defeated the basilisk with a sword, and with one of the Basilisk teeth, I destroyed the object with Voldemort's soul.''
''Dude... I'm starting to understand why people want your autograph.''
Harry snorted at Stiles's comment.
''What I'm telling you isn't even public. Not everyone knows about these stories.'' Harry said with a simple hand gesture. Leaving Stiles gaping at him.
''So, that was my second year. My third year was, in comparison, pretty calm. Only my godfather, who everybody thought betrayed my parents and killed 12 people, broke out of prison.'' He then said with a shrug. When he saw Stiles and Derek's expression, he hurried on.
''He was innocent. We found out that the real person that betrayed my parents had faked his death and set up my godfather. He only ran before he could be arrested, so there wasn't any evidence. My godfather needed to go into hiding. Oh, and there were creatures that sucked all the happiness out of you. They also made you relive your worst memory, that's why I knew exactly what happened to my parents. I saw it happen every time I got in contact with one of those creatures.''
Stiles opened his mouth, but before Stiles could say anything, Hermione started talking.
''I still think that Dumbledore could have done something, like use logic to get Sirius out. But nooooo, he let two-third years save an escapee with a freaking hippogriff.'' Hermione said with barely contained rage.
''Mione, we have been over this a million times. Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard.'' Harry responded with a sigh. Hermione just flipped her hair over her shoulder and made a mumbling sound, but Harry couldn't hear what she said.
''Okay, so the next year. Probably one of the worst...'' Harry started, Stiles had his head in his hands, and Derek was sitting with his hand over his mouth.
''There was a tournament at Hogwarts, only students older than 17 could apply and compete. You could probably guess what happened.'' Harry deadpanned.
Stiles and Derek both nodded, Stiles still with his head in his hands and Derek while watching Harry closely.
''So I needed to contest in this tournament. The first task was to get by a dragon and stealing the golden egg. This egg contained a hint for the next task.''
''That's barbaric!'' Stiles said indignantly. Making Harry smile and look at Hermione because she had had the same thoughts. She was smiling slightly at Stiles.
''I know and agree. Thank Merlin, I survived and had gotten the egg. It was a hint that the next task would be with the merpeople in the big lake at school. I needed to save a hostage within the hour. They had taken my best friend at the time. Hermione was a hostage for one of the other champions.'' Harry said with a smirk.
''Victor was a perfect gentleman.'' Hermione sniffed with a smile.
''Oh, I do believe that. Did you ever went to Bulgaria after?''
''No, I hadn't had the time. He is now engaged, though. A nice little witch. We still write sometimes.'' Hermione replied with a smile.
''Good to know. So, where were we? Oh, yes, the third task.'' Harry swallowed heavily and shifted where he stood.
''Are you okay, Harry?'' Derek asked, concerned.
''Yes, I'm fin-''
''Harry!'' Hermione chastised.
''Oh, yeah, sorry, I can't say I'm fine. My shrink didn't like it.'' Harry tried to joke. Hermione just raised her eyebrows at him, and he felt already reprimanded.
''No, I'm not okay, far from it. The third task was a maze, in the maze were creatures and enchantments to stop the champions from reaching the cup. Of course , I reached the cup first, together with the other champion of Hogwarts. Cedric.'' Harry's voice broke with Cedric's name. Even after a couple of years, it still hurt Harry a lot. He couldn't save Cedric, and it ate at him every day.
''We touched the cup, and it was a portkey. A portkey is an object that transports you to another location. When we touched the cup, we were transported to a graveyard. Voldemort was waiting there with the traitor. Voldemort was not yet back into human form, but he gave his follower the task to kill the spare. In other words, Cedric. I saw him die.'' Harry said with a shaky voice. He suddenly felt two arms engulf him, and he buried his face in Hermione's neck, just breathing for a moment and getting strength from her. He stood there for a couple of moments before reluctantly letting go. He needed to finish the story.
Harry gave Hermione a thankful smile, who was wiping her face a little—clearly thinking back at the bad memories from the past. Harry focused on his best friend for the last part of this story. He didn't want to see the pity in Stiles or Derek's eyes.
''Voldemort wanted a body again, so he used a ritual. With this ritual, he needed blood from his enemy. That was me. I will not go into the details because it was awful. He got a body, and we started dueling. Something strange happened, and our wands linked. Out of his wand came his previous spells and kills. My parents... my parents came out too, well, a shadow of who they had been, but they distracted Voldemort, and I went back to Hogwarts with Cedric's body.
There it became clear that one of the teachers was a Death Eater, a follower of Voldemort. He was the one that put me in the tournament and who changed the cup into a portkey. He was given the kiss before he could be called to justice.'' Harry saw Stiles and Derek's questionable looks. ''The kiss is with the creature that sucks out all your happiness. It sucks out your soul when he gives you the kiss.'' He explained flippantly.
''Because of that, nobody believed me when I told them Voldemort was back. So when I started my fifth year, most of the students at school thought that I was a liar, an attention-seeking boy. The Ministry intervened at school. The worst teacher ever tried to make everybody listen to her, even going as far as torture.'' Harry flexed his hand where the old scar was still etched into his skin—making anger his anger boil again for the pink toad.
Stiles was up and in front of Harry as soon as he saw the motion. He took Harry's hand and looked at the scar.
''I must not tell lies? Jezus. She makes Harris look like a fucking picnic.'' Stiles said with disgust while rubbing his thumb over Harry's scar. He then looked at Harry with his intense whiskey eyes. They were almost the same height, but Stiles was just a little taller.
''Do you want to take a break?'' He asked softly.
''I don't think I can go on if I take one now,'' Harry replied honestly. He then glanced at Hermione, who flicked her wand. A couple of seconds later, a butterbeer and a bottle of firewhiskey flew over with three tumblers.
''Stiles, you get the butterbeer, you are not of wizarding age yet, and your dad is the Sheriff. Harry, drink.'' Hermione ordered while also pouring Derek and herself a glass. Stiles took the beer and took a sip.
''Wow, this is delicious,'' Stiles exclaimed before sitting down again and looking expectantly at Harry. Harry downed his glass and passed it to Hermione, who just poured him a new one.
''So, worst teacher ever, she at least didn't have anything to do with Voldemort, that was her only plus. That year I also trained other students to defend themselves. I wanted to make sure that the students would be ready if Voldemort stepped out of the shadows.
Voldermort then planted an illusion in my mind. In the illusion, he was torturing my godfather. The man that had become something like a father for me, I didn't think, and I rushed out of the school with a couple of friends to go save my godfather. But it was a ruse. Voldemort needed me to get the prophecy from all those years ago. I was the only one that could get it. Death Eaters were waiting for us, and we were just with a couple of students against Death Eaters double our age. The Order came to help us, my godfather came to help, but he was killed in the fight.'' Harry closes his eyes for a moment to steady himself. Thinking back to Sirius's dead always hurt him. It was his fault that he needed to come.
''I'm sorry for your loss,'' Derek says softly. Harry gives him a small smile before scraping his throat.
Stiles is sitting on the edge of his seat, and his eyes are glistening a little. He seems speechless, which for Stiles, is saying a lot.
''The only good thing we got out of that was that Voldemort was seen by multiple people, even the Minister himself. So finally, everybody believed what I was saying for over a year.'' He said bitterly.
Hermione made a rude noise from her chair and was frowning while sipping her whiskey.
''Sixth year, you could already feel the war brewing. Students were held back at home because they didn't think Hogwarts was safe. Which I could've told them a lot earlier.'' Harry said, making Hermione giggle, and Stiles and Derek snort in amusement.
''Our headmaster, Dumbledore, finally agreed that I needed to join the fight. He and I started hunting for the other soul objects of Voldemort to end him once and for all. Horcruxes, they call them. He only didn't tell me that he already had found one in the summer and got infected with a curse. He was dying slowly.
We didn't really find any, until one night, we thought we had finally found one. Voldemort had put so many hexes and curses and creatures to guard the Horcrux that we barely escaped alive, and when we arrived back at school, he was killed by one of the teachers on Voldemort's side, or so we thought.
He was a spy, and because Dumbledore knew he was dying, he had asked the spy to kill him, so the student wouldn't have to. The student had gotten the task to kill Dumbledore. But Dumbledore had his spy do it so the student wouldn't walk with a death on his name.'' Harry glanced at Hermione, who had gone silent and was whirling her drink in her hand.
Harry drank from his whiskey, feeling his senses dull a little. He had been through so much.
''It all sounds like a fucking movie. Holy shit.'' Stiles softly said, making Harry chuckle.
''Believe me, it has been real. I wished it had been a movie, one I didn't was part off.''
''I haven't heard your heart skip, so I know you're telling the truth.'' Derek then said. Harry looked up at that.
''You can hear my heartbeat?'' He asked curiously.
''Yeah, and if you lie, your heart skips a little, so that's why I can hear it when you would be lying.''
''Can I test that?'' Hermione asked, excited.
''Sure, tell me two truths, one lie,'' Derek said with a smirk. Harry didn't mind the interruption and kept looking between Hermione and Derek. Stiles also was interested and leaned back on the couch.
''My name is Hermione Jean Granger, my Patronus is a dragon, the first book I read about magic was Hogwarts a History.'' Hermione rattled out quickly while watching Derek.
''The lie was the Patronus, even if I don't know what that is,'' Derek said with a smirk.
''Amazing, can I do that again?'' Hermione said with a big smile.
''Sure, but maybe we need to go on for now, unless Harry wants to take a real break. I don't mind, and I know Stiles wouldn't either.''
''Yeah, if you want Harry, we can go flying, get your mind in the clouds for a bit,'' Stiles added with a smirk.
Harry laughed but shook his head.
''Nah, not yet. So, Dumbledore, the leader of the light, died. That was the tipping point because Voldemort had only been afraid of Dumbledore since he was a powerful wizard. We still needed to find more Horcruxes. Otherwise, Voldemort would never die. I decided to go search for them in the summer and not go back to school. I wasn't safe anymore. Death Eaters and Voldemort were hunting me. They wanted me dead.
I left with Hermione and Ron, my ex-best mate, and we went looking. We spend a year on the run. Finally, we needed the last two. There was one in Hogwarts, of course.'' He said while rolling his eyes. ''And Voldemort had made his pet snake one. We went into Hogwarts to find the one there and to destroy another. The war started when Voldemort found out that I was back in Hogwarts.
We lost a lot of good people then. Ron and Hermione destroyed the one we had stolen from the wizarding bank, and we found the one hidden in Hogwarts. We almost burned the whole school down with that one.''
''We didn't start that fire!'' Hermione said indignantly.
''I know, I know.'' Harry quickly amended with his hands raised in a peace offering. ''Then the spy from Dumbledore got killed. With his last breath, he asked me to watch his memories. In which-in which it appeared that I also was a Horcrux. Developed on the night my parents died.'' Stiles gasped, and Derek broke the glass he was holding. Harry quickly repaired the glass, and Derek was already healing from the cuts.
''You okay?'' Harry asked worriedly.
''That's not something you need to ask me ,'' Derek growled. His eyes flashed red, and Harry took in a sharp breath. Derek's regular eyes were already mesmerizing, but his red Alpha eyes shone with strength and authority. It made Harry feel safe.
''Right, sorry. Voldemort wanted me to give myself in. And after watching the memories, I agreed. I knew I needed to die so we could win the war. I walked into the forest and met him there. He killed me with the killing curse, but I kind of came back to life?'' Harry said while rubbing his neck a little self-consciously. He looked at Hermione for a little confirmation, and she nodded. He didn't look at Stiles and Derek, only guessing that they would look horrified.
''I played dead and got back to Hogwarts. There I dueled again with Voldemort until the snake was killed. Voldemort was finally vulnerable. He died at the end of my wand, and the war was over.''
Harry took a big gulp of his whiskey, glad that the story was finally over.
''How the fuck did you come back to life?'' Stiles asked, gobsmacked.
''Well, I think that's because I'm the master of Death. You see, there was a tale about three brothers-''
''I don't give a fuck about the brothers. What do you mean with Master of Death? Like seriously? You can't die? Can you bring people back? What does it mean?'' Stiles asked rapidly.
''I don't know if I can't die. I wasn't going test that theory.'' Harry deadpanned.
''No, no, no, you really shouldn't try that shit.'' Stiles quickly added while nodding.
''I also can't bring people back, and I don't know what it all means. I only know that I now have a shit ton of magical power. That's why I can do magic easily without a wand.'' Harry admitted with a sigh.
''Okay, okay, cool- Dude. So not cool. You have had a tough life. I want to wrap you in a blanket and feed you hot chocolate or something.'' Stiles said while flailing.
''I like hot chocolate,'' Harry said with a smirk.
''Good, I'm going to make some. Hermione, come and see my magical hot chocolate powers!'' Stiles exclaimed while tugging Hermione to the kitchen.
Derek was watching him silently, making Harry squirm.
''So,''
''So, you saved the world?'' Derek asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry groaned loudly.
Derek started to laugh, and for some kind of reason, it filled Harry with warmth.
''You don't see me any differently?'' He then asked nervously.
''Why would I? I know you as Harry, and everything you have been through has made you the man you are now. And I respected that person before I even knew what you've been through. You're still the same person in my eyes.''
''Thank you, Derek. That means a lot to me. I hope to call you my Alpha soon,'' Harry said while ducking his head.
''I hope so too.'' Derek softly replied. Making Harry smile at him.
Stiles explained to Hermione how to make the perfect hot chocolate when an owl came flying through the window.
''Holy shit!'' Stiles exclaimed while flapping the towel he was holding.
''Don't hurt him! He is just delivering a letter!'' Hermione scolded while walking to the owl and giving it a treat; she then took the letter that was on the owl's leg.
''Thank you, there is an owlery in the attic if you want to rest,'' Hermione said to the owl, making Stiles second guess if Hermione was really as smart as he thought.
Then the owl nodded as if he understood and flew back out through the window.
''Did he understand that?'' Stiles asked incredulously.
''Of course, he did. Owls are very smart creatures.'' She said while opening the letter.
''Oh,'' She said softly before looking back up at Stiles. It filled Stiles with dread. They had already an intense night with Harry telling his life story. Stiles had so many questions, but he didn't think that Harry would appreciate all the questions right now. That's why he wanted to make them hot chocolate, a little break, and something to soothe them all. But with the look Hermione was giving him, he felt trepidation curling around his spine.
''What is it?'' He asked nervously.
''Let's finish the drinks, and then Harry and I will explain,'' Hermione said with a small smile. It did not make Stiles calm down at all, but he quickly finished the hot chocolate before walking back into the living room for the information.
''Okay, tell me.'' He said when everybody sat down with the chocolate. Harry and Derek gave him both questionable looks. Then Hermione pulled out the letter and handed it over to Harry. He took it carefully and quickly read it. His eyebrows rose to his hairline.
''People, I'm not a patient person, please tell me, because I have the feeling that that letter has got to do something with me.'' Stiles snapped while crossing his arms. He really didn't like this.
''I'm sorry, Stiles. When we were back in Britain this weekend, we talked to a friend about you. We were curious about why you never were invited to the American school for Magic. He told us that Voldemort also had followers here in America, even in the American Ministry. It appeared that they blocked the information about wizards and witches that had muggle parents, so the school wouldn't get a message when the wizard or witch would be of school age. We thought that that maybe happened to you. He went to investigate and already had an answer. He just sends us the information.'' Hermione explained with a slight blush. Stiles let out a big sigh.
''Thank you for trying to find out, even if I don't really appreciate it that you didn't tell me immediately.''
''We weren't going to keep it hidden. We just wanted to have all the facts.'' Harry said while still looking at the letter.
''What are the facts?'' Derek then said while frowning. Stiles pointed emphatically at Derek for asking the right questions.
''The facts are that indeed your name was kept out of the records of the schools and Ministry, and is this your real name?'' Harry asked with a frown, probably trying to find out how to pronounce it.
Stiles quickly grabbed the letter and started reading it. There for everyone to see was his real name, he saw that Derek tried to take a sneak peek at the letter, but he quickly put the letter against his chest and glared at Derek.
''Forget you ever saw that monstrosity!'' Stiles exclaimed.
''Calm down, Mieczyslaw. It's a beautiful name.'' Hermione said with perfect pronunciation. Stiles gaped at her in awe and horror.
''How - no one could even pronounce it properly since my mom died.'' He mumbled.
Hermione looked contrite as if she felt sorry for having told them Stiles's name. But Stiles didn't really care. He just hated that no one could pronounce it, so he just changed it to Stiles. He told them that, and Hermione gave him a careful smile.
Stiles then looked back at the letter and read the rest.
Hello Granger,
I've already produced some answers for you. I couldn't find anyone named Stiles Stilinski in the records, but I found one Mieczyslaw Stilinski, son of Claudia Gajos of the Ancient and noble house Gajos. If it's the same one, he is the last one of the Gajos house. He should probably go to Gringotts for an inheritance test. They could tell you more.
The record was erased by the schools, but it was still within the Ministry. I hope that you will have more information now. I hope to speak to you soon.
Draco Malfoy
''Do you think I should do this test?'' Stiles asked Harry.
''I do, but Hermione and I think you should talk to your father first,'' Harry said carefully.
Stiles gulped at that. He had already thought about it, to tell his father about everything that happened the past months and how his life was changing, especially with all the magic. But he also wanted to keep his father safe. But maybe with him knowing it would help. And maybe his dad knew about magic already.
''Could you and Derek join me? Because if I'm telling him about magic, I should probably also tell him about werewolves, and I would like to back that up with some proof.'' He mused.
Derek put his hand on Stiles's shoulder, and when Stiles looked at him, he nodded his head.
''You're going to be in my pack, so yes, of course I will help you. Usually, we would try to keep humans out of it as much as possible. But your dad is the Sheriff. It could be helpful for the pack if a monster is on the loose to keep the humans away from the battle with law enforcement.'' Derek explained calmly, making Stiles breathe a little easier. Derek was going to help, and it made Stiles feel a little better.
''And I will go with you too. If your dad doesn't already know about magic, I could do wandless magic to let him understand.'' Harry said with a small smile.
Stiles nodded and drank the last of his hot chocolate. He then put his head in his hands and groaned.
''Fuck, this was a lot of information for one night. My brain is going to explode.''
The others all laughed at that but agreed.
''Harry, could you maybe take me home? Scott had my car so he could take Isaac with him.'' Stiles asked with pleading eyes. He wanted to be alone with Harry for a moment, and he hoped that Harry would agree.
''Yes, are you ready to go?''
''Yeah, let's go.''
Stiles said goodbye to Derek and Hermione and took hold of Harry's arm.
Harry apparated them to the front porch of Stiles's home. They stood there for just a moment before Stiles's found his voice again.
''Thank you.''
''For what?''
''For telling me your story, I can understand that it was very hard for you, and-and I'm sorry if I forced you to tell us or something. I know I can be annoying and pushy, and-'' Stiles was cut off from talking any further by the soft press of Harry's lips against his.
Stiles's eyes widened in shock for a moment but closed them in bliss after just a moment, pressing back eagerly into his first kiss. Harry made a humming noise in the back of his throat before backing up carefully. Stiles followed his lips for a moment, not ready for it to be over yet. Harry gave him a little peck before chuckling.
Harry put his hand on Stiles's cheek, making him open his eyes again. Harry's eyes were almost blazing green, and Stiles was lost in them for a moment.
''I wanted to tell you, Stiles. I needed you to know, and I wanted to tell you because I like you and trust you.''
Stiles almost melted on the spot from the kind words with the British accent.
''I like you too, so how about that date you promised me?'' Stiles said with a smirk. He knew he was blushing, but he hoped that Harry wouldn't see.
''I would like that,'' Harry said sincerely, he leaned in again, and Stiles met him halfway eagerly for another kiss until the porch lights started to flash to Stiles's horror.
''Oh my god!'' Stiles said while dying in shame. His father had seen him kissing Harry! Oh shit! He hadn't even told his father that he was bi!
Harry also looked mortified for a moment, especially when the front door opened. The Sheriff leaned against the entrance. Looking way too smug for Stiles's liking.
''Dad-'' Stiles croaked out, still dying from mortification for being caught kissing another guy.
''Stiles, mister Potter, nice of you to see you here. Come in.'' He then walked back into the house without a second glance. Harry and Stiles looked at each other in fear before quickly following after the Sheriff.
Stiles's dad was in the kitchen getting a beer from the fridge. He asked them if they wanted a soda, and they both declined.
''So, how long is this going on?'' The Sheriff then asked while waving a hand between Stiles and Harry.
''Dad!'' Stiles hissed with wide eyes. He really didn't want to tell his dad that that was his first kiss!
''Uh, it's all pretty new, sir.''
The Sheriff beamed at Harry for his manners.
''New huh? So I'm still in time for the shovel talk, perfect.''
He then seriously got up, went to his office, and came back while holding his gun. He started to clean the gun in front of Harry with a look of pure mischievousness.
''Oh my God! Dad! You can't do shit like that!'' Stiles seethed with horror.
''I can, and I will. My son's first boyfriend is at the house. I've always wanted to do this.'' He said with barely contained glee.
Stiles let his head fall on the table, not wanting to look at Harry, afraid to look and see the horror in Harry's face. Afraid that he would run away screaming.
That was until he felt Harry shake next to him. He quickly looked at Harry, afraid that Harry was shaking in fright. But when he looked up, he saw that Harry was almost falling on the floor with contained laughter. Harry then saw the look he got from the Sheriff and quickly coughed a couple of times to stop the laughter.
''Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but this is hilarious.'' He said while biting his lip. And if Stiles really thought about it, it really was, Harry had fought a freaking war, and now he was being threatened with a muggle gun. Yeah, it was pretty funny.
His dad pouted for about three seconds before bursting into laughter himself.
''Good, you're not scared easily. It will come in handy when you see Stiles search history.'' His dad joked, making Stiles blush and splutter. But the British asshole just laughed again.
They were interrupted when his dad's phone went off. His dad frowned at his phone before answering with a gruff, ''Sheriff speaking.''
Stiles tried not to listen in. Well, he said he tried, right? He definitely listened to the phone call. He put his finger against his lips to silence Harry, who was looking curiously too.
''A 187? Where?''
Stiles gasped before putting his hand over his mouth to muffle his response.
''What is a 187?'' Harry whispered.
''Murder,'' Stiles replied softly.
''Is the son anywhere to be found?'' He heard his dad say, making Stiles frown. Someone was murdered while he had a son. That's always harsh.
''I will be there in ten.'' The Sheriff asked before looking back at the two teens warily. Stiles and Harry both looked as innocently as possible.
''I know you heard all that.'' The Sheriff said with a no-nonsense tone.
Stiles deflated and shrugged in response.
''I want to ask you something before I leave. Do you maybe know where Isaac Lahey is? And you can't tell anyone I asked you this.'' The Sheriff said very seriously.
''He - he is with Scott. He was invited over for dinner and a movie by Scott.'' Stiles quickly rushed out, already connecting the dots in his head. Oh shit.
''Isaac's dad is killed?'' Stiles said with wide eyes. Harry grabbed Stiles's hand. He knew that Stiles wasn't exactly sad that Isaac's dad died, but Harry was still reassuring him.
''Not another word, I will go by Scott to pick him up.'' The Sheriff said before shrugging on his jacket and saying goodbye to Stiles and Harry.
''How much of this do you think is a coincidence or is linked to the supernatural?'' Stiles asked as soon as his dad had left.
''I would be shocked if it has nothing to do with the supernatural,'' Harry said in response. He seemed lost in thought for a moment until Stiles touched his hand again.
Harry smiled back at Stiles and kissed him on the cheek before leaving. He said that he would inform Derek about the murder. When Stiles was left alone, he finally felt the exhaustion from the day crash over him.
He fell asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow. He was still thinking about green eyes and soft lips.
Lydia was standing in a hallway all by herself for once. Hermione found her while she was looking a little lost.
''Lydia?'' Hermione asked carefully and reaching out for her. Lydia jolted back to awareness.
''Hmm? I'm fine.'' Lydia rushed out.
Hermione just raised her eyebrow while looking at Lydia intently. Lydia looked irritated for a moment and narrowed her eyes.
''You don't know me.'' Lydia hissed.
''I know that you've gone through something traumatic, and I know you want to talk about it, but you don't know who to trust or talk to. I just want to let you know that you can talk to me.''
Lydia scoffed in response.
''How could you possibly know what I've been through? How could you possibly relate? I've been lost in the woods for a week, and I don't remember anything. Then I'm back at school, where everybody looks at me like I'm crazy, and my ex-boyfriend just tells me something weird to stay inside tonight because it's the full moon. I mean, what the hell does that even mean!?'' Lydia rants.
''It means that he is trying to warn you in a way. And no, I can't relate to you exactly. What I can relate to is feeling isolated from everybody, feeling lost and hurt and-and forgotten.'' Hermione says softly, trying to soothe Lydia a little.
Lydia seems to deflate.
''Nobody wants to tell me what's happening, and it's driving me crazy. I know that Allison is hiding something, and Jackson, Scott, and Stiles. I usually know everything about anyone. It drives me crazy that I don't know anything right now.''
''I can relate to that,'' Hermione says with a chuckle.
''Why don't you come over tonight? It is the full moon, but I can assure you that you're safe with us.'' Hermione says. Lydia is watching Hermione carefully before nodding.
''You better tell me something,'' Lydia states with a raised chin.
''We will,'' Hermione says with a small smile. Harry, Derek, Stiles, Scott, and Hermione, had already talked about it before Lydia came back to school, it was clear that she was something, and Harry felt a connection with the girl. They needed to figure out what she was because it was clear that she herself didn't know.
''What do you mean he is taken into protective custody?'' Stiles asks with wide eyes staring at his father.
''It is the safest place for him at this moment. We don't know if the murderer is looking for Isaac.''
''He isn't safe at the station, dad!'' Stiles exclaims before shutting himself up at the incredulous look from his father. He couldn't explain why Isaac needed to get out of the cell by tonight because of the full moon. His father would probably check him into a mental institution.
''He is staying there until we have found a safer place for him.'' His dad says seriously.
Stiles wants to protest again, but he knows that it will do nothing. That's why he goes upstairs and calls Derek.
''Der! Listen, man, Isaac is in a cell at the station. Tonight is the full moon. We need to get him out!'' Stiles says as soon as Derek answers the phone.
It's silent for a moment, and Stiles checks if Derek maybe has ended the call until he hears Derek mumble something.
''We will pick you up in ten minutes.'' Derek states before ending the call.
''We?'' Stiles asks bewildered, but the call is already ended.
''Stiles! I'm going to work!'' His dad yells from downstairs.
''Bye! Be careful!'' He yells back before calling Scott to check up on him.
Scott doesn't answer his phone, which isn't that weird. Especially if the full moon has already taken effect, he just hopes that Allison has him already bound with the chains Stiles provided.
He paces his room until he finally hears the Camaro roll up the driveway. He bolts out of the house and scrambles into the back of the Camaro. Harry is with Derek, and they are talking about how they can get Isaac out of the station.
''In my dad's office are keys to all the cells, I know the combination of the code,'' Stiles explains.
''Good, now we only need a distraction for the front desk. I could confund the officer, but I rather not.'' Harry says.
Stiles nods and is thinking of another way.
''I can distract the officer,'' Derek tells them when they are parked at the station, he tries to get out, but Stiles grabs him at his shoulder. Derek looks at his hand and back at Stiles.
''I'm taking back my hand now. How are you going to distract the officer? Punching? Because dude, you're just barely out of the woods yourself.''
''I was exonerated,'' Derek says with a frown.
''You're still a person of interest.'' Stiles retorts.
''An innocent person.'' Derek says with raised eyebrows.
Stiles rolls his eyes because, seriously, will he bring that shit up every time?
''I told you I was sorry!'' Stiles exclaimed.
''We are running a little out of time, guys.'' Harry interrupted with a smirk.
Derek steps out of the car without looking back, making Stiles and Harry scramble behind him. Derek walks to the front desk and starts flirting, seriously flirting, with the officer. Who looks lost at the hotness that is Derek Hale.
Stiles sucks on his teeth and feels jealousy burn inside him. Which is weird, right? He is kind of with Harry, they kissed, and they agreed that they would go on a date soon! Why should he be jealous? When he looks back at Harry, he sees that he, too, is frowning at the officer that is really flirting shamelessly with Derek.
''I don't like it,'' Harry murmurs.
''Me neither.'' Stiles agrees. They look at each other, not really knowing why they feel like that. Then they jolt into action when they hear a crash in the back at the station.
Derek distracts the officer again, and they slip into the station without being caught. They knew that that crash must have come from the cells, so they just rush there directly.
When they rush into the room, they see a wolfed-out Isaac struggling with a man that is holding a syringe. Stiles doesn't even think. He bolts to the man and tries to hold the man back before they can be serious damage on both sides. Harry curses behind him.
''Stiles, get out of the way!'' Harry yells. Stiles quickly let's go and jumps aside.
''Petrificus totalus!'' Harry shouts, the man freezes on his spot, and Isaac looks really confused before stepping back from the man. He then focuses on Stiles and growls. He tries to take a step towards Stiles before Derek rushes into the room and takes in the scene. He roars at Isaac with his red Alpha eyes on display. Isaac immediately shrinks in himself and hovers against the wall panting. When he looks up again, he is completely human.
''How did you do that?'' Stiles asks, bewildered and maybe a little turned on.
''I'm the Alpha,'' Derek says with a cocky head tilt.
''We need to get out of here.'' Harry then says while warily picking up the syringe that the man had dropped. Stiles doesn't recognize him as one of the officers that work at the station, and he tells Derek, Harry, and Isaac that.
Derek steps close to Harry and smells the stuff that is in the syringe.
''Wolfsbane,'' He growls before looking back at the man with disdain.
''So he's a hunter?'' Harry says with hard eyes.
''Could you erase his memories?'' Stiles asks out of nowhere.
Harry and Derek both look at him incredulously.
''Uh, yes, why?''
''Well, then we can interview him, and he never will know about it, so he can't tell his boss,'' Stiles says as if it's obvious.
''That's pretty smart. But we are gonna talk about the stupid thing you just did. Stiles, why in Godric's name did you think that jumping on his back to wrestling with the guy was possibly a good idea?'' Harry said angrily.
Stiles deflates a bit before defending himself. Derek also looked really angry, and when Stiles thought back to it, it was probably not his best idea.
''I couldn't let him hurt Isaac.'' He says morosely. Isaac gives him a wet smile, clearly touched by the gesture.
Harry and Derek both let out a sigh making Stiles duck his head with a smile. They both seemed really worried about him, and it feels good.
''Okay, let's go. We need to get out of here before more officers come back. Or worse, your dad.'' Derek then says with a look aimed at Stiles.
''Wait, what about Isaac? He can't come with us; otherwise, they think that he escaped, making him look guilty.'' Stiles says quickly.
''I think I'm going to be fine,'' Isaac tells them with a small smile.
''You sure?'' Harry asks carefully.
''Yeah, I think I've found my anchor,'' Isaac says with a smile. Derek beams at him and claps him on the shoulder.
''That's fast. I'm proud of you.'' He says seriously. Stiles sees Isaac's eyes water a little, and he wants to hug the puppy so bad, so he does that without a second thought. Isaac returns the hug enthusiastically.
They then lock Isaac back in before Harry apparates away with the still frozen hunter. Derek and Stiles make their way out of the station without being seen before rushing away in the Camaro. Just when they reach the house, Stiles gets a call.
''Scott, buddy, you okay? The wolfiness all gone again?'' Stiles says, glad to hear from his best friend.
''Stiles, something-something happened.'' Stiles freezes before stepping out of the car, and he hears Derek curse next to him. He was also looking worried.
''What happened?'' Stiles quickly asks.
''Some creature attacked Allison, she is okay, but I really don't know what kind of creature that was.'' Scott rushes out.
Stiles lets out a relieved breath. He was afraid that they would be hurt but thank god that wasn't the case.
''Can you come to Harry's? Then you can explain what it looked like. Maybe we can find out what kind of creature it was.''
Scott agrees, and he ends the call. Stiles looks warily at Derek, who looks back at him, staring intently into Stiles's eyes.
''So, next to hunters, there is also a creature on the loose?'' Stiles summarizes.
''It seems so,'' Derek replies.
''Well, you're the Alpha now, so what are we going to do, Alpha ?'' Stiles says with a smirk. He misses the shudder Derek feels through his whole body.
''We fight back. They hurt one of us. As for the creature, if it's a threat, we need to stop it.'' Derek forces out through his teeth.
''Dude, you okay?'' Stiles asks with a frown. Not understanding why Derek is suddenly so distant and seems angry.
''Don't call me dude, and you just can't call me - don't call me Alpha,'' Derek says, but it seems to Stiles that something else is wrong.
He places his hand on Derek's shoulder.
''Don't you want to be my Alpha? Did I do something wrong?'' Stiles asks carefully, not really knowing if he wants to hear the answer.
Derek looks up so fast that Stiles doubts that he didn't hurt himself.
''No, no, well, yes, you were stupid when you jumped the hunter, but I want to be your Alpha, Stiles. But you don't have to call me Alpha.''
''What can I call you then? Der? Der-bear? Hale? Halicious?'' Stiles says, just to be a little shit. It seems to work because Derek barks out a surprised laugh.
''Halicious? Seriously? Just Derek.'' He answers with a smile, making Stiles's stomach flip.
At that moment, Harry comes out to the porch to wave them inside. Oh yeah, he almost forgot the hunter they have in custody.
''Come on, let's get some answers,'' Stiles says before stepping out of the car.
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