A little warning, a little of Weasley bashing, and a whole lot of fluff.
Enjoy!
''Harry, what did you say to the creature?'' Stiles mumbles while just keeping upright. He's leaning heavily against Derek, who also seems exhausted, but he's a werewolf. He can cope.
''I just said that he needed to leave you guys alone,'' Harry says, still looking worriedly at Stiles and Derek. He is hovering, and Stiles thinks it's really cute.
''It's not cute, Stiles.''
Shit, did I say that out loud?
''Yes, you did,'' Harry tells him with a laugh. Stiles grumbles because it's so unfair that Harry and Derek can hear him. What if they hear everything else? That's disturbing.
Stiles is asleep in the Camaro as soon as he is planted in the car. When he wakes up, he isn't surprised that Derek is carrying him into the house.
''Does my dad know?'' He mumbles.
''Yes, we called him, made sure he knew you were okay, and he said that he wanted you to stay with us. He didn't want you all alone at home.'' Harry says softly. Derek lays him on the couch and grabs his hand. Stiles doesn't know why until the ache that he had in his muscles loosens and disappears. He groans in appreciation.
''I love that werewolf mojo.'' Stiles slurs.
Harry chuckles, and Stiles snuggles up to him. Stiles is still holding Derek's hand. He doesn't know why but it just feels right to keep touching them both. He's probably still out of it from what has happened.
''You saved my life, Stiles.'' Derek then whispers. As if it's a secret. He had been silent the whole time to the car, and Stiles can't fathom that he said anything to Harry in the car. Sourwolf is not good with his words, but Stiles can see he's learning, and he really shouldn't think that that is as amazing as he does.
''I was also the one who brought it in danger the first place,'' Stiles grumbles. He then tries to sit up, but Harry has put his arm around Stiles's shoulders and doesn't let him go.
Derek growls, and Stiles opens his eyes to look at the Alpha. He seems conflicted for some reason.
''Sourwolf, I'm too tired to read your eyebrows, so give it to me, yell at me. Do something.'' Stiles says with a gimme motion of his hand.
Derek seems really put out by this.
''Stiles-'' Derek really seems pained by the idea alone of yelling at Stiles, he is so going to milk this when he can. ''-You held me above water for an hour, a freaking hour. And then you gave me mouth to mouth in the water to save my life. I'm not going to yell at you.'' Derek says, and Stiles is stunned for a moment because he didn't really expect a thank you. Not that this is a literal thank you, but from Derek, it's close enough. He feels the gratitude coming from the Alpha, and he feels pleased until he thinks back at the moment in the pool and flushes scarlet. He bolts upright and looks Derek in the eyes.
''I'm sorry I did that without asking. I just couldn't let you drown!'' He says hysterically.
''Stiles-''
''No! I couldn't Derek, I let you go to get my phone, and I felt so guilty, but I needed to try to get help. I took advantage of you! That has happened enough to you! I just didn't know how long I would have been able to keep you above water, but I wasn't going to let you go, not for anything in the world.'' Stiles doesn't look at Derek while saying this, feeling himself blush with the admission.
''Stiles,''
''Sourwolf!'' Stiles then interrupts Derek again just to be a little shit.
''I didn't mind. You saved my life. I couldn't even protest if I wanted to.''
''But that doesn't mean you need to like it!''
''Stiles-''
''I already practically forced you to pretend to be Harry's boyfriend yesterday, and now I kind of kissed you to give you air, without permission, and I know you aren't gay or anything. So I'm so sorry.''
Then he turned with wide eyes to Harry, who had been quiet during this conversation.
''I'm so sorry, Harry. I just wanted to give him air. He can't die.'' He says desperately. Hoping that he didn't already ruin the relationship they were building.
''Stiles, I'm not mad, and Derek isn't either, but you need to listen to us for a moment. We have something to tell you,'' Harry says while fidgeting.
''Yesterday at the market we ran into trouble. I told you that, right?'' Harry says, and Stiles gives him a nod in response.
''Well, Derek handled it perfectly with the wolves, but when we wanted to leave, the crowd was surrounding us, and someone demanded that I kissed my new boyfriend,'' Harry states slowly. Stiles frowns before looking at Derek, who is ducking his head as if he can't look at Stiles right now.
Then Stiles looks back at Harry, who is looking at him with an apologetic look.
''Oh,''
''Yeah, so Derek and I kissed,'' Harry says to clarify. Stiles is nodding a little and lets out a sigh. He knew this was all too good to be true. He really likes Harry, but if Harry likes Derek better, he will step aside. He just hopes that he can still be in the pack and be their friend.
His mind is going in all kinds of directions, and if Derek and Harry are going to choose each other, he needs to let them know that he would support them and that they won't hurt each other.
''So, are you bi?'' Stiles then asks Derek because he needs to know. For reasons. Derek seems startled for a moment and looks between Harry and Stiles with wide eyes. Stiles feels a pang of regret because Derek looks so young at this moment, and it's easy to forget how young Derek really is.
''Uh, I don't know?'' Derek says while scrunching up his eyebrows.
''Is that a question?'' Harry then asks, a little amused.
Derek shrugs and sits back a little, letting go of Stiles's hand in the process. Stiles tries not to pout, but it's probably for the best.
''To be honest, I never even had thought about guys until I met Stiles.'' Derek then admits while looking frightened as if he can't understand he just said that, resolutely not looking at Harry or Stiles. The tips of his ears are turning pink, and that's just freaking adorable.
Then Stiles registers what Derek is saying because hold the fuck up. What did he just say? Derek is using his words. His. Words. Holy shit. And it seems as if Derek can't even stop now.
''Then I met Harry too, and I keep telling myself that I'm not attracted to you two, that I'm not gay, but I think I'm lying to myself, or my last ex just threw me off women completely,'' Derek tells them. Still not looking at them both.
Stiles cringes at the reminder of Kate, and if Necromancy were possible, he would totally bring the bitch back to kill her again.
''But you two are in a relationship, and I would never want to interrupt something like that. So I'm sorry if I made things awkward.''
Harry and Stiles are both looking stunned while the Alpha is avoiding eye contact.
''Dude-''
''I'm the one who needs to be sorry, Stiles, you saved my ass again today. Now, if you'll excuse me, I just need-'' Derek then stands and walks out of the room quickly. Still not looking at Harry and Stiles.
Stiles then turns to Harry, at a loss for words, and if the look on Harry's face tells him anything, it's mutual.
They sit there for a moment in silence until Stiles sits up a little.
''What do you think?'' Stiles asks Harry.
''About what?''
''About Derek, do you wanna be with him?'' Stiles asks carefully. Hoping that Harry won't leave him, but also wanting Harry and Derek to be happy. They both deserve that.
''To be honest, I don't know,'' Harry responds, and Stiles can tell that he really doesn't know.
Stiles feels a heat rush over his face. Why would Harry want to be with him if he could get Derek?
''I mean, I like Derek, but I also like you.''
That soothes Stiles a little, and when he thinks about it, he understands Harry's doubt. Harry may be the first one that Stiles has ever kissed, but from the very first moment he knew Derek, he felt something.
''I think I feel the same. I only always thought that he would never be interested in me. I mean, that guy is so far out of my league it's ridiculous.''
Harry swats him on the arm, and Stiles looks at him affronted.
''You are one of the most amazing guys I've ever met. Why would you talk about yourself like that?'' Harry says, a little irritated.
''Because I know myself. I've only ever had one friend growing up. I'm hyperactive. I can't focus for long periods of time, and I'm not that appealing to look at. I'm just 147 pounds of freckled skin and bones. I'm just not much.'' Stiles murmurs, so Harry needs to lean in to hear him.
''Stiles, look at me, please,'' Harry says in a pleading voice. Harry places two fingers under Stiles's chin to make him turn towards him when Stiles doesn't react.
''Until I was eleven and got my Hogwarts letter, I was called a freak daily. I was bullied and thought something was seriously wrong with me because all kinds of shit kept happening around me. I didn't have any friends. I wore glasses and have a scar on the front of my head. So if anyone could understand how you're feeling right now, it would be me.''
''Harry-'' Stiles says with a horrified expression. Harry holds up his hand to silence Stiles, and he complies.
''But then I moved to America and found a whole new family, but more importantly, I found you, Stiles. A guy with a heart of gold and loyal like a puppy, but fierce like a freaking lion. I really don't know if you would have been more a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, but what I saw at first was a cute guy with the most beautiful whiskey, caramel-colored eyes. Who smiled at me because of me, and not because he knew who I was, but to me, a guy he hadn't met or talked to yet. And I felt special that he gave me that smile.'' Harry says like a sap. Stiles's skin was completely red by the end, and he was grinning like a loon, but he didn't care.
''You're way too sweet. My teeth might rot.'' Stiles replies with a small crack in his voice but with a wide smile on his face.
''You deserve it,'' Harry says before leaning in and kissing Stiles. Harry puts his hand on Stiles's cheek and nips at Stiles's bottom lip, making him gasp. Harry takes it as an invitation to deepen the kiss and to lick into Stiles's mouth. They keep making out for a couple of moments, and Stiles feels himself getting turned on, but for some kind of reason, he feels like something is missing. He pulls back and smiles at Harry with adoration.
''You feel it too?'' Stiles whispers, and Harry frowns a little until he nods. Realization dawns on Harry's face, and he squeezes Stiles's hand in support.
Stiles then reaches into himself to feel the bonds. He hadn't expected when the bonds formed that he would have such a strong connection with Harry and Derek, but he also felt the bond between Harry and Derek, but not the ones between the others of the pack. Something he hadn't expected since he had read a lot about the bonds. It shouldn't be possible. Harry's, Derek's, and Stiles's bonds almost feel like some kind of triangle.
The bond connecting him to Derek is thrumming with reassurances, but Stiles feels the little hurt Derek is trying to hide. He doesn't know why, but he pulls on Derek's bond a little, a surprised emotion coming back to him.
A couple of moments later, the Alpha walks into the room in only sweatpants.
''Is something wrong?'' He asks with a frown. Stiles is momentarily distracted by the sixpack that just walked in before he settles back on Derek's face.
''Yes, we need to talk,'' Stiles answers, and when he looks at Harry and sees the smile Harry has on his face, it is clear that Harry is on board with what Stiles is going to do.
''About what?'' Derek says, a little shifty.
Stiles just pats the couch beside him as in invitation. Derek narrows his eyes but walks over and sits next to Stiles.
''So, you like us both?'' Stiles then bluntly continues. He feels more than hear Harry sigh next to him. He bites back his grin.
Derek looks like a deer in headlights but nods slowly.
''Okay, you already kissed Harry yesterday, and I kind of forced a kiss today, so I wanted to ask, do you mind if we kiss you?''
Derek looks startled by the question.
''What?'' He squeaks, and yes, it was a squeak. Stiles knows it for sure. Derek, freaking manly, wolfy, Hale just squeaked.
''He asked if we're allowed to kiss you.'' Harry then chimed in with a smirk on his lips. Oh, he was enjoying this too.
Derek then started to scowl.
''Is this a joke to you?''
Both Stiles and Harry jolted up in surprise because no. They would never.
''No, Derek. We would never do that. We only were just talking and making out, and it felt as if we were missing something. And that something is you.'' Harry explained.
Derek still looked dubious, but Harry and Stiles are both convinced now.
''Look, we don't know why, how, or what. But we know that we want to be with you. That is if you want to be with us too.'' Stiles added.
''So like a relationship, with the three of us?'' Derek then asked carefully.
He got two nods in return.
''And may I remind you that we all three don't have any experience with relationships with guys? So there will probably be a lot of trial and error. But-but I want to try with you. It just feels right. You know?'' Stiles rattles off.
He gets a soft smile in return from Harry, and Derek hesitates for a moment before placing an arm around Stiles's shoulders. He almost directly melts into the touch.
''I really want to kiss you both, yes or no?'' Harry then asks while looking at Derek.
Derek seems at a loss for words, and Stiles feels that he is nervous, but still, he nods.
Harry kisses Stiles first on the cheek before leaning into Derek's space. Stiles is enraptured by seeing Harry and Derek kiss and more than a little turned on. When they pull apart, he is biting his lip.
''Der, can I?''
''Yeah,'' Derek says, and he sounds a little breathless, which makes Stiles's insides flip.
He then kisses Derek. He knows he isn't a really good kisser, he only had ever practiced with Harry, but Harry always seems to enjoy it, so he hopes Derek likes it.
Derek hums into the kiss, and Stiles feels himself bursting with pride. Harry combs his hand through Stiles's hair, which he has started growing out.
Harry then kisses Stiles on his neck, making Stiles gasp. Derek immediately takes it as an invite and licks into Stiles's mouth. When Harry starts sucking a hickey on Stiles's neck, he moans into Derek's mouth. He then pulls back to take a breath before turning to Harry and kiss him too.
This turned out so much better than expected, but Stiles feels the exhaustion slamming back into him now, and he jawns.
''Mmh, maybe we should go to sleep,'' Harry murmurs.
''That's probably a good idea,'' Stiles says softly, and he snuggles up to Derek. Derek tightens his arms around Stiles as if he is something precious, and Stiles feels safe. Harry gets a blanket and tucks them all three under it. Transfiguring the couch into something larger so they can sleep more comfortably. The last thing he feels before he falls asleep is a soft kiss on his head.
Yeah, this feels right.
''Stiles, don't laugh at the outfit!'' Hermione scolds, but she is holding back laughter herself.
''But, Hermione, come on. This looks like a medieval kind of robe or something. You can't seriously expect me to wear this.'' Stiles says with a laugh.
''Well, without it, you're going to stand out.''
''You're serious? My regular clothes will make me stand out, but this-'' He waves the robes in front of Hermione's face. ''-Is going to make me blend in?''
''I'm not going to wear robes,'' Derek says resolutely, even crossing his arms. Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are in stitches on the couch since they saw what Harry, Derek, and Stiles needed to wear to their trip to Gringotts for Stiles inheritance test.
''That, I'm definitely also not wearing robes,'' Stiles says while flailing and pointing at Derek.
Harry comes down in his robes and looks questionably between Derek and Stiles, who are gaping at him. He is wearing simple black robes with green stitches. It looks more like a business suit than a robe. Only the jacket is longer than that of a regular suit.
''Do you really think that I would let you walk around in wizards robes if they were not at least a little fashionable? Lydia would kill me.'' Hermione says with a smirk.
''But-'' Stiles seems at a loss, looking between the robes and between Harry. No way that he is going to look that hot in this set of robes. But Harry just raises his eyebrows at Derek and Stiles, and they don't pout. They really don't. They only totally are pouting. Making Harry grin.
''Fine. But if I do not look like Harry in this robe, I'm wearing my hoodie!'' Stiles says before stamping to Harry's room to get dressed.
''Why did you let them only see the jacket?'' Harry asks Hermione with a grin when Derek also grudgingly, is off to his room to change.
''A girl needs to have a little fun. I can't go with you, so I needed my laughs now. Not that I mind, I really don't want to walk into any Weasleys at the moment. Only if you see George give him my love.'' Hermione says with a smirk before pulling out her phone and calling the contractor about the plans for the house.
Harry had proposed to Derek to make the house into a packhouse, and he had been ecstatic. He had thought about rebuilding the old Hale house, but now he just wants to make it a memorial for his family.
They are getting a wing to the house with two bathrooms and six bedrooms. So if the pack starts growing more, they will have room for it. Derek also wanted to pay for the changes because he is the Alpha, but Harry had refused and told Derek that he doesn't even know what he should do with all the money he has. The Black and Potter vaults are loaded, so he really doesn't need any money.
Harry did propose to the Alpha to maybe take online college courses because he dropped out when his sister was murdered. Derek was still thinking about it, but Harry thinks that he would like to continue. Even if it's online, he can't leave Beacon Hills for long periods of time, not until the pack has grown more and the land is stable.
Harry is pulled out of his thoughts when Erica wolf whistles. He looks back and sees Stiles emerge, blushing but looking so good. The robe fits him perfectly, no hiding behind baggy clothes but showing off his shoulders and figure.
Harry walks up to him and gives him a long kiss which Stiles gladly returns.
''Looking good,'' Harry whispers with a smirk. Stiles ducks his head with the compliment, but Harry can feel through the pack bond that he is pleased.
''Holy shit, Derek. It looks like you just came down a catwalk.'' Isaac says with wide eyes, making Stiles and Harry both look at the Alpha, the tips of his ears are red, and Harry bites his lip because how the hell did he get two hot and cute boyfriends like this?
''Damm, told you, Halelicious,'' Stiles says while waggling his eyebrows, making Derek snort and the betas laugh.
''I would like to stay and drool over you both, but we do have an appointment, and goblins hate it if you're late,'' Harry says reluctantly, making Stiles and Derek both smirk at him. Shit. That really shouldn't be that hot.
He takes out the portkey of the day, and they all touch it. Within seconds after the activation, they are whisked away to Britain.
''Harry Potter?!'' Tom, the bartender, yells when Harry emerges from the room they had booked for the portkey.
''Tom! Long time no see, I really can't talk now, bye!'' Harry says quickly before pushing Derek and Stiles quickly to the entrance of Diagon Alley. He already sees eager wizards and witches looking at him, and he really doesn't want to be surrounded.
''Dude, this is so weird. Everybody is looking at you.'' Stiles says when they are walking through Diagon Alley. Harry lets out an irritated sigh, he is walking in the middle to hopefully keep the creepers at bay, but he isn't convinced. Thank god that Derek can scowl like the best.
''I know, I really hate it. Let's do this as quickly as we can.'' Harry says when he sees a flash of red hair. He doesn't know if it's a Weasley, but he rather not find out.
Inside Gringotts, it's not better with how many witches and wizards are there.
''It's Harry Potter!''
''Oh my! Wait until I tell my mother. She wouldn't believe me!''
''The boy who vanquished!''
Those are a couple of the whispers even Harry can hear, and from the look of Derek's scowl, there are others too.
Then one person even starts to clap, making Harry almost run to the nearest desk with a goblin. While he waves really awkwardly, he is really glad for Derek and Stiles next to him and keeps them as close as possible.
''Hello, we have an appointment with Flitnok. Could you please show us the way?''
''Mister Potter, according to my books, Mieczyslaw Gajos - Stilinski had an appointment. Not you and the wolf also isn't in my books.'' The goblin says with a sneer. Harry already expected this to happen. The goblins still haven't forgiven him for setting their dragon loose.
''Look, I'm sorry about the dragon and the damages, but you can pull the expenses from my account.'' He says, a little irritated. He just wants to get away from the bloody crowd.
The goblin raises his eyebrows as if he hadn't expected this turn of events. Harry hears Stiles whisper behind him to Derek, but he can't hear what they are saying, but he does hear ''dragon,'' so they are probably wondering what happened with the dragon.
''Will do, Mister Potter. But still, we can't let anyone in with the appointment.''
''If I give permission, is it possible then?'' Stiles says seriously, standing up to Harry's level.
''It is. Are you giving Mister Potter and the wolf permission?''
''His name is Derek Hale. And yes, I grant them permission.'' He says with a little sass.
''Fine, you can follow me.''
They are led to a private office where a goblin is waiting for them.
''A, Mister Gajos - Stilinski I presume?'' He gets a nod from Stiles.
''Come in, Mister Potter, Mister Hale, please have a seat.''
This goblin, Flitnok, is at least a lot more civilized and almost seems nice.
''So, you're here for your inheritance test.'' Flitnok continues.
''Yes, sir, I've never known any of my family from my mother's side. And I just want to know who they were.''
''Of course, please put your name here, and just prick your finger on the needle for a drop of blood. It will be tested immediately.''
Stiles does as asked, and Flitnok takes the document to look at the results.
''Ah, yes, you are the only heir to the house we thought was extinct. There are still two properties you should take a look at, and here is the key to your vault. There will be portkeys to the properties in the vault. Now, I understand that you're from America. We can give you a card that you can use there that gives you access to your accounts. It's just recently on the market in the wizarding world, but you can pay with every currency in the world: Wizarding and muggle.''
''Oh, uh, yes, please. And thank you.'' Stiles looks a little stunned, but Harry can't really blame him. It's a lot the first time.
''Can I have a card too?'' He asks the goblin, who nods and sends a message to someone for the request. Within minutes there is a card for Stiles and one for Harry.
''Do you know what is in the vault?'' Stiles asks carefully.
''Yes, yes, here is a document with all the information.'' The goblin says before handing Stiles the document. He chokes on his spit when he sees the number.
''That can't be right, are you sure?'' He says with wide eyes.
''Yes, I'm sure Mister Gajos - Stilinski. The Gajos family was an old and noble family. And like I said before, you're the only heir.''
''Holy mother fucking shit,'' Stiles whispers.
He then looks back to Harry and Derek and smirks at them.
''I'm going to buy so much muggle stuff. They will roll in their graves.''
Harry snorts out a burst of laughter, and Derek bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. The bigots deserve this small revenge for what they did to Stiles's mother.
They are taken to the vault, and Stiles is cackling with glee in the cart.
''Dude! That was like a rollercoaster. Can we go again?'' He asks when they get out. Derek just rolls his eyes, and Harry chuckles. When the vault is opened, it's clear that the Gajos family was well off.
''Holy shit, Harry, I'm not good with this currency, but this is a lot, right?''
''Yes, it is,'' Harry says when he looks around the vault.
''Fuck, this is pretty awesome. I can pay off the mortgage on the house and all of Mom's old bills.'' Stiles says wistfully, making Harry's heart clench. He already knew that Stiles never had much to spend, and it made Harry think of himself before the wizarding world.
''You're a great son,'' Harry says with a smile. Stiles turns his head away, and he sees that Stiles is wiping his eyes. Derek and Harry both don't say anything about it but stick as close to him as possible.
When they have the portkeys, they are ready to leave. Already spoken with Draco that he would check the properties, so they are safe for Stiles to enter when he wants to.
Stiles then makes arrangements with Flitnok to pay off their bills at home, and the smile on Stiles's face when they step out of Gringotts is something to be treasured forever. It's like a weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if he wasn't the one that should have been worried about mortgages and bills.
But Harry knows that even if the Sheriff had done everything to keep Stiles out of it, Stiles would have found a way to know.
When Harry looks around, his stomach drops to his shoes. Ron Weasley stands there seething while looking at Harry. Harry isn't a coward, he is a fucking Gryffindor, but he really doesn't want to talk to Ron, or yell, because that's probably what's going to happen.
''Harry! You wanker! You just ran off with Mione and left Ginny!''
Before Harry can even reply, Ron is screaming again.
''How could you? I'm your best friend! I saved Britain next to you! And what do you do? You just run away with the girl I love and leave my sister pregnant and alone!'' Ron is yelling.
Oh, he's going to play this game. Fury rings through Harry, but he feels his magic latching onto something else and slamming into Ron before he can do anything himself. Ron stumbles back before turning purple with yellow spots all over his face and arms.
Harry looks at Stiles, who is looking at the happening with a barely contained grin.
''Your doing?'' Harry asks with a smirk.
''Yeah, but I think your magic helped,'' He whispers back.
Harry nods, because yeah, that is how it felt like. Ron is standing again and is yelling, but Harry does his best to ignore him.
''Arsehole! You can't just attack me like this!''
''I'm not.'' And just with those two words, he is already shutting Ron up. People are gathering around them, but Harry doesn't care.
''You are slandering me, Ron. Ginny and I broke up months ago, long before I left Britain. You and Hermione also were already broken up because you could only fight. And you're wrong. You're not my best friend. That title is for Hermione. That's why she went with me when I wanted to leave. We aren't together. We aren't in love. She is my best friend.''
Ron scoffs in response before yelling again. Harry hadn't even raised his voice.
''So what? You're now trying to convince everybody that you're gay? Are you calling my sister a liar? I saw the papers! Is that your new boyfriend? The werewolf? And change me the bloody hell back!'' He sneers, and Harry really doesn't care what is said over him, but he does care if they say something about his boyfriend and Alpha. But he would react the same with Stiles if someone would say anything bad about him.
''I'm gay, yes, I'm calling your sister a liar, yes. And these two lovely guys are my boyfriends and my Alpha, yes. And no, I don't think I will change you back.'' Harry snarls. His magic is thick around him, and he feels a little worry coming through the bonds.
''Boyfriends? As in plural? What the bloody hell?!'' Ron shouts, and he seems shocked. It makes Harry smirk.
They didn't have called each other boyfriends, but it was what they were. The pack had responded like it was natural that they were together with the three of them. And even the Sheriff wasn't really shocked.
''Yes. Plural. So if everyone has had enough to gossip about again. I'm going home, bye.'' Harry says with a wave before grabbing Stiles's and Derek's hands and apparating them to Grimmauld place so they can use a Portkey there to go back to Beacon Hills.
''That was maybe not the smartest move.'' He muses when they land in the living room.
''That was awesome! You just told the world that you are in a gay relationship with two guys with one werewolf! Dude!'' Stiles exclaims, cackling.
''I just called you my boyfriend in front of the whole world. You really should stop calling us dude!'' Harry says, affronted.
''Babe?'' Stiles then says with a hesitant smile, making Harry and Derek both laugh.
They get back to Beacon Hills and quickly change so they can join the Sheriff at the diner. Stiles's dad had insisted on weakly meals when they told him about the relationship.
Stiles is happily ranting about some random fact, and the fond look he gets from Derek is just really cute.
''Dad, I also should tell you something before you get a message from the bank.'' Stiles is fidgeting on his chair.
''Bank? You went to a wizarding bank today, right? What does that have to do with me?'' His dad asks with a frown.
Now Harry understands why Stiles didn't say anything about the burger his dad ordered. Normally he would be all over the place and demand that he gets a vegetable burger or something.
''Well, apparently the Gajos family was pretty well off, and I used a part to pay off the hospital bills and the mortgage.'' Stiles rushes out before hiding behind his milkshake.
Stiles is smart because the Sheriff would never make a scene in a crowded diner, but Harry thinks Stiles will get it when they are at home with just the two of them. He worries a little but reminds himself that the Sheriff - John - is nothing like them.
John is gaping at his son.
''You did what?'' He asks incredulously. Derek is shifting a little next to him, and he feels through the bond that he is uncomfortable.
''Dad, I just wanted to help out,'' Stiles says with wide eyes. Making him look al innocent, which Harry now knows is purely an act.
''That Bambi look is not going to work on me,'' John says with narrowed eyes, but something in his eyes tells Harry that he is more relieved than he lets his son know.
''Daaaaaadddd,'' And Stiles is full out pouting now, Harry quickly hides his smile behind his hand. He really shouldn't encourage Stiles because he just knows that that look will be aimed at him at some point.
John heaves out a large sigh, and his eyes shine a little.
''I don't encourage this. You should have told me before you wanted to do this.'' He says while rubbing his hand through his hair.
''I know,'' Stiles then says with a contrite look.
''But that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate it.'' John softly says, and the smile that just lits up Stiles's face is something Harry wants to see every day.
John opens his arms, and Stiles just dives in them, hugging his father close. Harry feels a pang of loss shoot through him, but Derek quickly takes his hand and squeezes. Making Harry know that he isn't alone anymore. Harry can't even express how much that means to him.
Hermione is watching Lydia closely because she just knows something is wrong. Ever since their ice skating, she just feels like Lydia isn't telling them everything.
She is distracted at weird times, like she sees something, but there is nothing there. She even has seen the girl talk in herself.
Lydia is working on a math problem in front of the class, and then Hermione hears a whimper. When she is watching the girl closely, she sees that Lydia is on the edge of breaking down. She rushes to the front and quickly takes a look at the board. The same sentence is on the board. For a moment, Hermione can't figure out what it means. Then it hits her like a bomb. It's in a mirror image. Lydia has written 'someone help me' over and over again. Hermione quickly leads Lydia out of the classroom before throwing a worried look at Harry, Stiles, and Scott, who are watching what is happening closely.
''I'm going to call Derek, and then you are going to tell us what you saw. We can watch your memories of it and figure out what is happening. Okay, Lydia?'' Hermione says while hugging the girl close.
Lydia sobs against Hermione's shoulder and nods her agreement. Derek arrives within ten minutes and takes Lydia and Hermione back to the Potter house.
There Hermione quickly takes Lydia's memories and puts them in the Pensieve.
''Do you want to look it through with us? Or not?'' Hermione asks Lydia, already knowing the answer.
''No, I don't want to see that creep ever again.''
''We will be right back,'' Hermione says before entering the memory with Derek.
Derek gasps as soon as the man makes his appearance.
''That's Peter, my uncle. I killed him. He is the one that has bitten Lydia.'' Derek says in a pained voice.
A presence is suddenly behind them, and Harry enters the memory.
''He is dead, but he has a tether to Lydia. I think that he is trying to come back alive.''
''Is that even possible?'' Hermione asks Harry.
''I'm afraid so. What worries me more is that Death doesn't even want to prevent it.'' Harry says with a frown.
''You can feel that?''
''Yes, Death wants this man back to life. But why?'' Harry muses.
''I don't know. But he was crazy when I killed him, feral. He was dangerous. Just look at how he is scaring Lydia. How can we let that just happen?'' Derek grouses, clearly angry about it.
''We don't,'' Harry says simply before exiting the memory.
Hermione and Derek are quick to follow. Harry is kneeling next to Lydia.
''Lydia, I know this is not something you want. But we need to bring that man back to life. I promise you that he won't hurt you again. But he can probably tell us what you are and help you with your powers.'' Harry says in an even voice.
''He hurt me. He tried to kill me.'' Lydia says with a wavering voice; Hermione quickly crosses the room and pulls Lydia in a hug.
''I know, I know, but he isn't going to hurt you again. I will not let that happen. Okay? He is trying to use you to get back, but Harry will step in. He knows what needs to happen, right Harry?''
Harry seems like a dear caught in headlights, but one glare from Hermione has him nodding in agreement.
''Yes, yes, I will fix it, Lydia. You're going to be alright. I don't know why Death wants him back in this world, but I'm afraid we need to listen to it.''
''Aren't you the Master of Death?'' Lydia asks.
''-yes, but that doesn't mean I want to have her mad at me,''
Hermione looks at her best friend and knows that he is going to fix it. She really doesn't want Lydia to go through another episode of what just happened at school. She is literally crying out for help.
Harry suddenly looks up into Hermione's eyes as if he had an idea.
''Derek, where is your uncle's body?''
''At my old house, why?'' Derek asks warily.
''Because I'm going to need it, and you, come on. We are going to bring your uncle back,''
Derek looks at him with terrified eyes, but he quickly follows Harry.
''Do you think that Harry can really help me?'' Lydia asks in a small voice.
''Yes, I do. He is the strongest wizard of this age. If he sets his mind to something, he is going to find a way.'' Hermione says with confidence. Trusting her best friend to make this alright.
''Harry, what the fuck are we going to do?'' Derek says with a panicked voice because hearing your boyfriend just tells you that he will bring a family member back from the dead is really something he can't handle at the moment.
Harry stops walking, and Derek almost runs into his back. Harry quickly turns around and puts his hands on Derek's cheeks to look him straight in the eye.
''I'm going to bring your uncle back from the dead, it's not going to be pretty, but the man that is going to come through will be the uncle from before the fire. His mind has healed with dead, and he will help us, the pack, and, more importantly, you with everything. Death just told me.''
''Do you know how that sounds? Death just told me?'' Derek questions, but for some reason, he feels calmer now.
''I know, I don't like it either, but she sometimes sends me something. It doesn't happen much, but at the moment, she is insistent. Please don't think I'm crazy.'' Harry says softly while lowering his hands.
Derek puts his hand on Harry's neck, and his wolf is already yipping in joy with touching Harry there and knowing that Harry has submitted to him, that he thinks of Derek as his Alpha.
''I don't think your crazy, maybe a little special, but nothing more than Stiles.'' He says with a smirk.
''Oh! That's even worse.'' Harry says with a laugh, but they know that they don't mean it at all.
Derek then coughs, and he just needs to know. So he asks.
''Only my uncle?'' Derek asks softly, not looking Harry in the eye.
Harry quickly engulfs him in a hug, and Derek melts into the touch.
''I'm sorry, Der, I'm sorry, I wish I could do more,'' Harry says in his neck.
''No, no, I understand. I just needed to know for sure.'' Derek whispers back. He feels Harry nodding against him, and Derek doesn't want to let go.
They stand there for a couple of moments until Harry lets go. He takes Derek's hand and pulls him to the old house.
Derek had buried his uncle by himself, so he is the only one that knows where he is. He guides Harry slowly through the house to where his uncle is buried.
''Okay, I can feel him. I'm going to meditate now. Please sit next to me. I'm going to need some of your blood later. He needs the blood of an Alpha werewolf.''
''That all sounds pretty dark,'' Derek mumbles, but he sits down next to Harry. He trusts him. He doesn't even want to think about how it would have gone if Lydia needed to finish the ritual and take his blood. He shudders at the thought.
It's silent for some time, and Derek is looking around, trying to block his senses from the onslaught of smells of ash, burned wood, and mountain-ash. Memories assault him like they, unfortunately, always do when he is in the house. He still feels guilty about what happened to his family, but he knows that Kate used him, manipulated him, and if she had had the change, she would have killed him.
''Can you hold your hand like this?'' Harry says softly, pulling Derek from his thoughts. Derek does as asked, and Harry slices Dere's hand. It doesn't hurt at all. It only doesn't heal as fast as it usually would. He doesn't even know how Harry has sliced him because he didn't saw any knife. His blood drips onto the ground beneath him, and he feels it starting to rumble. He glances at Harry, but he only seems focused on the floor, still holding Derek's hand.
Then a hand sticks out of the ground, making them startle. It just looks like one of those zombie movies where one of the zombies suddenly climbs out of its grave.
Derek pulls Harry behind him and snarls at his uncle when he crawls out of the ground. Peter is coughing violently on the floor, a little curled into himself.
When Peter looks up into Derek's eyes, he just knows that this is the old Peter, the uncle that when babysitting snuck them, snacks mom said no to. The uncle that taught him to run through the woods as silently as possible.
Derek lets out a low whine. Feeling overwhelmed with the emotions that come with the memories about his favorite uncle.
''I'm so sorry, Derek, I'm so so so sorry. I didn't know at the time that it was Laura, I would have never done that! I'm so sorry.'' Peter pleads on his knees, tears streaming over his cheeks. Derek doesn't know what Harry does, but suddenly Peter is wearing regular simple clothes and seems a lot cleaner, with no blood or mud in sight.
Derek is stunned for a moment at Peter's words, but there is no doubt in his mind that Peter means every word of it. And Derek had said so himself, hadn't he? Peter was feral. Not in his right mind at the time. Maybe - maybe everything will get better now.
Derek kneels in front of Peter before pulling him into a big hug. Peter is whining and sobbing into his neck, but Derek doesn't care. He only cares that his last living family member is back in his arms. Even if Derek had killed Peter himself, he felt devastated at the time. Knowing he also killed his last family member. But that's in the past now. Now his uncle is back.
''Okay, so you skip out of school to bring back zombie wolf to the land of the living? Am I summing this up right?'' Stiles says incredulously when he is brought up to speed about what exactly happened.
''Yes. And he wants to talk to you.'' Harry says seriously. And like, noooooooway, he is going into that alone.
''Du-Babe-'' He says quickly when Harry glares at him. ''-I still got nightmares about the last time he talked to me, so how about no.''
''Derek will be in the room, and I think you want to hear what he is going to say,'' Harry says calmly. How can he be calm!? He just brought someone back to life! Because apparently, his buddy/employee Death asked him too. Mother fucker, what is his life?
''This is so weird. If this goes to hell, I blame you all.'' Stiles grumbles, but he walks into the room where Peter is waiting. Lydia is sitting next to him, and they are talking calmly. Stiles frowns because if Lydia has forgiven him, Stiles maybe needs to open up to what Peter has to say.
''Zombiewolf,'' Stiles says with his arms crossed. He sees Derek roll his eyes, but hey, Stiles didn't ask for this.
Lydia looks a little annoyed, but she stands and walks out. Just when she passes Stiles, she gives him a quick peck on the cheek. She is scent marking him, making him preen with pride. It is just a hint that she will be pack real quick.
''You okay?'' Stiles asks her just before she leaves.
''Yes, Stiles, I'm okay. I only got a ton of research to do now. So if you'll excuse me.'' She says with a wink.
Peter had told Lydia that she is a banshee, that that's why he chose to bite her so she would come into her powers and so he could come back from the dead. He already knew about a ritual, and he knew that her grandmother had been a banshee. He had also apologized a lot, according to what Harry had told Stiles.
He had also identified the creature. It has been known as a Kanima. A creature with a master that needs to listen to them. A creature that has been bitten but due to personal issues and troubles has been turned into a Kanima.
''Stiles, thank you for being here. I just want to tell you how sorry I am for threatening you and hurting you. I knew that you had magic, but I didn't know how to use you yet. I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. I completely understand why you tried to kill me.'' Peter says with a serious look. Stiles is taken aback. This is so not the Peter he remembers and talked to the last time. But he had already got that from Harry when he explained. That Peter was a completely different werewolf.
''Thank you, I want to tell you I'm sorry for burning you, but to be honest, you deserved it at the time,'' Stiles says with a grimace. He didn't expect that Peter would laugh at that.
''I guess I did. I hope I can get to know you. From what I've gathered, you are quite fond of my nephew, and I hope you're going to make him happy along with Harry.'' Peter says with a smirk, making Stiles blush.
''I hope I can do that.'' He says with a smile.
''Great! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap because it has been a long day for me.'' Peter says with a soft smile. He walks up to Derek to clap him on the shoulder before leaving the room.
Derek is in front of Stiles within two strides across the room. He takes Stiles in his arms and kisses him hard. Stiles is lost in the sensation and moans into Derek's mouth.
''Thank you for listening to him. I don't expect you to forgive him just like that. But thank you for just-'' Derek then shrugs as if he doesn't really know how to finish his thoughts, but Stiles understands.
''Of course, Sourwolf. Anything for you.'' Stiles says before leaning in to kiss Derek again. They are rudely interrupted by Derek's phone.
''It's Isaac. The paperwork is almost done, by the way. So he will be living here shortly.'' Derek says with a smile before picking up the phone.
Since Isaac's father died, he needed another place to live. They have pushed for emancipation so he can come live in the packhouse.
''Isaac, what's wrong?'' Derek says into the phone.
Stiles can't hear the other side of the conversation, but he imagines it's nothing good with the way Derek starts to frown.
''We're on our way. Keep away from him!''
Derek then hangs up the phone and looks a little scared.
''What's wrong, Der?'' Stiles says with dread.
''They found the Kanima. It's Jackson.'' He says with a pained expression.
And nope, Derek isn't going to blame himself for this mess. He isn't allowed.
''Come on then. Let's go get him. I knew that that bastard had too many issues.''
''Stiles-''
''No, nope, nein, nee, noh, you are not going to blame yourself for this, he blackmailed you for the bite, Derek! He is just a douche that doesn't know how to accept no.'' Stiles sneers. Angry at Jackson for this mess.
''Stiles,''
''Derek, please don't blame yourself. You're an amazing Alpha. You're my Alpha. Come on. Let's get Harry and get that bastard back to normal.''
Derek looks at him before kissing him again, making Stiles's brain go stupid.
''Mmhh, if you want to thank me again, I will not protest to another kiss,'' Stiles says with an eyebrow wiggle. Derek laughs and gives him a quick peck before they walk out of the room to get Harry.
It's going to be a long night.
Thank you for reading again!
I hope you all like it! They are finally together! Yeah!
XX MBlack93