So, a couple of warnings. I changed the timelines, so it would be in this story that the war in wizarding Britain was in 2012. I don't own Harry Potter or Teen Wolf. There will be a pairing of Harry/Stiles/Derek but in later chapters. It will be a slow burn.
Enjoy!
''ARGRHHH!'' Sounded through the hallway of Grimmauldplace before a door was slamming closed with a bang. Hermione sipped her tea when her best friend Harry Potter stormed into the kitchen.
''Reporters again?'' She said while reading her book. She didn't even look up. She knew Harry well enough to know exactly what had him rilled up like this.
''They don't know when to bloody shut their mouths! OR to stop when asked! I mean, is this a game to them? Do they think it's funny to stalk me?'' Harry growled out while pacing the kitchen.
''No, Harry. They don't have any boundaries. They think they are entitled to the inside story of the boy who vanquished the Dark Lord!'' She said with a high voice while batting her eyelashes.
Harry snorted out a laugh, and Hermione was pleased that he at least was smiling again.
The smile turned grim way too fast. She reached for his hand and squeezed.
''Did you talk to Ron?'' She asked carefully, remembering that Harry was going to talk to her ex. After she and Ron had broken off things, he was distant and hurtful with his words to her. She didn't want Harry to choose sides, so she had encouraged him to meet regularly with Ron so they hopefully could still be friends.
Harry thumped his head on the table and groaned. Well, that was encouraging.
''What happened?'' She asked when he remained silent. He started grumbling against the wood of the table until Hermione squeezed his hand again. She hadn't even noticed that she was still holding it at first.
He looked up at her, and he seemed so sad that she just wanted to roll him up in bubble wrap and lock him away from the rest of the world. She could probably do it too. And maybe he would let her do it. It was clear that Harry was done with the aftermath of the war.
''He set me up. When I walked into the Burrow, there were at least five reporters. They all were asking Ron questions. And he was bloody gloating in the attention. When I walked in, it was like a bloody trainwreck. They jumped up and started flashing their cameras and throwing questions at me.'' He was fuming now, and Hermione understood why. He didn't want to be interviewed. He just wanted some peace, to mourn the fallen ones of the war.
Harry seemed to try to calm down but was failing miserably. She could feel the magic coming off him in waves. Since he became the Master of Death, he was magically stronger than any witch or wizard they had seen. They had kept it silent. Only Harry, Ron, and herself knew about it. Even going as far as making an Unbreakable Vow. Ron really didn't like that part, but when Hermione proposed it, Harry was touched by the lengths his friends would go for him. So Ron had agreed to it.
''Ron got angry but didn't say anything. When I asked the reporters to leave, he lost it. Called me a stuck-up and a traitor because I choose you over him that I couldn't even do him a solid to give an interview with him.'' Harry said, anger lacing his voice.
Hermione was gaping at Harry when she heard this.
''He did not! What a complete and utter ARSEHOLE!'' Hermione was furious. She would castrate that son of a bitch! How could he say something like that to Harry!
Harry was gaping before he burst into laughter.
''What is so funny! I want to hex that redheaded- little- argh!'' Hermione spat out while throwing her hands in the air.
''I never heard you curse. It's like seeing a teacher in the holidays.'' Harry said with an amused voice.
''Don't be a prick.'' She said while pouting, making Harry laugh again.
Harry let out a sigh before scrunching up his nose.
''There is more, isn't there?'' Hermione said with a reluctant voice.
Harry seemed to deflate and gave Hermione a side-way glance. He then held up his hand, and within seconds a bottle of fire whiskey flew into it. Two glasses popped in front of them, and Hermione would be in awe of the power Harry wielded, but it seemed that if alcohol was needed with this story, it was entirely shitty.
Harry poured the whiskey into the glasses and took a couple of sips before going on with the story.
''Molly and Ginny came home at that moment. For a moment, I thought that they would help me, help with the press, and any bad story Ron was throwing at them. But, they heard Ron say that I choose you over him. And they flew to conclusions.'' Harry said with a bitter tone.
''Oh,'' Hermione shrunk in herself. She had lived with Harry since the war. Just a couple of months after, she and Ron had broken up. Ron said that he couldn't handle the grief that Hermione was emitting.
She had gotten a very hard reality check when she couldn't find her parents in Australia, and after talking to multiple doctors, and mind healers, it seemed that her spell was irreversible. So even if she would find them, they would never remember her. So she stopped searching. Harry had been a godsend. He helped her with everything, trying to keep her mind of everything, making her help in the house, reading with her, holding her while she cried. In comparison, Ron was away most of the time. He was spending time with his family, and she really couldn't blame him for that. His brother had died, and the grief was enormous. But when they broke up, he told her that she hadn't had the right to grief because her parents were still alive. That was the turning point, and Hermione would never forgive him for that.
But she knew how much the Weasley's meant for Harry. She always thought that Harry would be with Ginny forever, but they eventually had broken up too. Harry had told her that he felt like he was leading Ginny on but that he couldn't quite place his emotions and feelings at the moment. Ginny had been furious.
Hermione also remembered how Molly had reacted to her when she thought that Hermione was leading Harry on with the Triwizard Tournament. So she came to the conclusion that Ginny and Molly both had reacted very badly to that tidbit of what Ron had said.
''Hey, this is not your fault whatsoever. This was bound to happen.'' Harry said, trying to comfort Hermione, but she still felt guilty. She knew how much Harry wanted a proper family.
''What did happen?'' Hermione asked after a while. She almost had finished her drink, and Harry quickly poured some more. Hermione didn't even object. Harry took a long sip before continuing.
''They started a right shouting contest in front of the press. Who were, as you probably expected, eating it up with a spoon. They were practically drooling. Ginny yelled that I left her because of you, Molly yelled that you could never be good enough for me, Ron started yelling that he wanted to challenge me for a duel.'' Harry said while drowning his drink. He made a face at the burn.
Hermione felt tears prickle in her eyes. She never thought that Ginny, Molly, and Ron could be so cruel. Harry was like a brother to her, nothing more. He was her best friend.
Harry seemed to sense her dread and sadness and pulled her into a hug.
''Then I got angry. My magic started to slip away from me. All the cameras were destroyed, and Ron's wand was broken again. Ginny's hair turned purple. Molly couldn't scream anymore, only talk with a very high voice. Really it sounded more like squeaking.'' Harry said while his eyes sparkled with mirth. Hermione wiped at her eyes and started to laugh.
''I'm glad my magic lashed out in a funny way. Nothing critical happened this time. Thank Godric.''
''I'm glad too, but it still was really shitty of them to do. So then you just marched out and apparated home?''
Harry started to shift a little on his chair and let her go out of the embrace he was holding Hermione in.
''Harry, what did you do?'' Hermione asked with narrowing eyes.
''Well, maybe, and this a definite maybe, I went to the headquarters of the Prophet and Witch Weekly and asked them, kindly, of course, to never print anything that would come in by the reporters I saw at the Burrow. Otherwise, I would fire them all.''
''Fire them? How would you fire them?'' Hermione asked incredulously.
''Well, as it turns out, the Potters own sixty percent of the Prophet and Witch Weekly, soooooo,'' Harry said with just barely contained amusement.
Hermione started to laugh at the ridiculousness, and Harry joined soon after.
''When did you find out?'' Hermione asked when they finally calmed down.
''Just last week, I went to Gringotts, they told me all the holdings my family had, it was a lot more than I expected. I even own houses in France, Germany, a couple in Asia, and even one in America.''
''Wow, that-that is a lot.''
''Yes, I know. I really don't know what to do with it all, but the goblins told me that they took care of most of the properties, so they are in good condition. And that was just from the Potter side. Sirius named me his heir before he died. So that's why this house is mine, but the Black's also have a lot of properties that should have been taken care of.''
''You said should have. Not have been.'' Hermione said with narrowing eyes. Harry let out a groan and rubbed his head.
''Because of the bad Black name, the goblins didn't take care of them. So I asked them if they could go take care of them now, but I need first to visit the properties to check if it's even worth the trouble.''
''You don't know anything about buildings or properties. How do they expect you to make a selection?''
Harry flailed with his hands, and Hermione bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh at him.
''That's exactly what I told them. So they proposed that I hired someone to help me.''
''Well, that sounds like a good thing, right?''
''Yes, but I don't know who I could possibly ask. I don't even want to do anything with the properties, but I can't just demolish them. They were Sirius's.'' Harry said with a sigh.
Hermione bit her lip while trying to think of someone. Well, she already had someone in mind, but Harry wasn't going to like that suggestion.
''I know that look, that's your 'I have an idea, but you're not going to like it' face. Tell me, what do you have in mind?'' Harry complained. He was slurring a little, and then he knocked back another drink, and Hermione, too, began to feel a little tipsy. Maybe they should stop now.
''I think I know someone that knows a lot more about properties and knows everything about them. And I know that this person is looking for a job.'' Hermione rambled. Harry raised his eyebrows and made a gesture with his hands as if saying, 'go on.'
''Malfoy,'' Hermione said when Harry just took a sip of his whiskey, making him spit it out before he started to cough widely.
''Mione! What the bloody hell! We hated each other! Why would he want to work for me?'' Harry exclaimed when he could breathe again.
''He changed. I don't say that you should like the prick, but did you know he wrote me a letter to apologize for everything he has done at Hogwarts? And we both know that isn't something he needed to do for his rehabilitation.''
They had both testified for Narcissa and Draco because, in the end, they had helped Harry. Only Ron wasn't persuaded.
''So what, you think because he wrote that letter he has changed enough for him to accept a job from me? Or do you think he would accept because he owes me for keeping his arse out of Azkaban?''
Hermione chuckled and took another sip of her drink.
''Both, I think. I do think he has changed because I met him in Diagon a week or two ago. He didn't even sneer at me and told me he was sorry again. I didn't even punch him.'' Hermione said with a fare away look. Harry snorted and lay his head down on the table again.
''That punch was bloody wonderful.''
''I know.'' She said while grinning.
They laughed quietly and drank their glasses empty again. Hermione was feeling a little light-headed but didn't care. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Harry spoke again.
''I don't want to stay here anymore.''
''Here as in Grimmauldplace, or here as in, Britain?'' Hermione responded.
''You know me too bloody well,'' Harry grumbled before rubbing his face. He let out a sigh when Hermione gave him an imploring look.
''Britain. I - I just want to go away, try a normal life, for however long it will last.''
Hermione took her best friend's hand again and squeezed.
''Then we shall leave Britain. Because if you even think for one moment that I would leave you, Harry James Potter, you are thoroughly mistaken.''
Harry stared at Hermione in awe before pulling her into a hug again.
''Do you have an idea where you want to go?'' Hermione asked after a while. Feeling giddy at the prospect of going somewhere else where they could be in peace.
''Yes, when I found out about the property in America, I was just drawn to it, it's just a simple home, but it seems perfect. It's in a small town, and we could go to school there, a muggle high school! I know how much you would like that, we could start as seniors, and after maybe go to a college.''
Hermione was beaming at Harry because that sounded perfect!
''Yes! We should go there! When do you want to move? And I will need a job, of course, but that would be okay. I could be a waitress or help in a library on the weekends or something like that!'' Hermione exclaimed. Harry frowned at her.
''Why would you need a job?''
''For money, of course, my savings are getting low as it is,'' Hermione said while already starting to plan in her head.
''Mione, you are like my sister. What's mine is yours. You know that, right?'' Harry said seriously. Hermione smiled sadly at him.
''Harry, I can't take that from you. I need to work for the money. That would only be reasonable.''
''I understand that you don't want to just take it. But what if we compromise? You are going with me to America to start a new life, you help me with my muggle homework, you help me with cleaning the house and doing chores, but you will not take a job because I need you with me.'' Harry said while pouting and throwing in his puppy eyes.
Hermione was taken aback by the sheer generosity of Harry's friendship. It just never seems to end. She pulled him into a hug and agreed, but she declared that she would do everything to help him with the properties or administration tasks.
They clung to each other. It was probably a little because of the drinking that they both felt so emotional, but they didn't care when they were just together.
Harry pulled back after a while and wiped his eyes. Hermione didn't comment on it because her own eyes were also a little wet.
''Do you wanna see the house and know where it is?'' Harry asked. Hermione nodded her agreement, and Harry wandlessly and wordlessly accioed the folder of the house.
''Show off,'' Hermione grumbled while Harry grinned at her.
He opened the folder, and they looked at the cute house together. It was surrounded by the woods, so it would be calm and silent. Something they both appreciated.
It had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a study, a dining room, and two bathrooms—one in the master bathroom and the other in between the two other rooms. Hermione gushed about the study, declaring it the perfect place for a small library. Harry didn't protest and just smiled fondly at his best friend.
''So where is it?''
''It's in a town called Beacon Hills,'' Harry responded with a smile.
Stiles groaned when his alarm went off, last night he had kept searching for Lydia, but not even with Scott's wolfy nose could he find her. He was disappointed that he couldn't find her.
Not that he wanted to play the hero or something, well, just a little, but not to win over her heart and be together forever! He now knew that they would be better as friends. And he wanted his friend back, well, they still needed to become friends, but that's why he wanted to find her! Solid logic you know.
''Stiles! Get out of bed. You're going to be late!'' His dad shouted through the closed door.
Stiles groaned into his pillow again. It was the first day after winter break. He just really, really, really didn't want to go to school.
He finally pulled himself out of bed and into the shower before throwing on some clothes and running out of the door with a quick goodbye to his dad.
He climbed into Roscoe and drove to school. He was just in time and fist-pumped mentally.
Stiles spotted Scott and waved him over.
''Hey buddy, you okay?''
''Yeah, yeah,'' Scott was not paying attention, and Stiles was pretty sure the reason was something that started with an A and ended with llison. Sure enough, just ten seconds later, she strolled over and gave her dimply smile at Scott, who practically melted on the spot.
''Dude, stop drooling,'' Stiles whispered, just to tease Scott. He couldn't help it. It was too easy. Scott wiped his mouth, and Stiles just started laughing.
Then the doors opened of the hallway, and almost every head swerved towards the open doors. There walked in two new kids who they had never seen before, and goddamm.. The girl was smiling kindly with brown curls and even browner eyes. She looked like the epitome of a sweet silent girl and was effortlessly beautiful. She was wearing jeans that hugged all the right places and a white blouse with a red scarf.
She said something to the guy that was walking next to her, and Stiles's heart almost stopped. The guy was hot, not Derek hot, but hot nonetheless. His raven black hair tussled like it was hard to get in control. Stiles could totally relate to that. The guy made a gesture, and it seemed like he wanted to push glasses back onto his nose, so he was probably just getting used to contacts or something.
He was also wearing jeans and a dark green shirt. He responded to the girl before he looked around the hallway. He locked eyes with Stiles, and Stiles was mesmerized by those startling green eyes. He had always thought that Derek had beautiful hazel eyes, but these green eyes were almost alight. He could write fucking poetry about these eyes.
Stiles was smiling shyly, and the guy smiled back before walking towards Stiles. Oh shit, he was walking towards Stiles! Oh my god, he was going to make a fool out of himself.
''Hello, could you help us to the chemistry classroom?'' The guy asked with a British accent, and Stiles almost swooned. Oh shit, he was waiting for an answer.
''Ye-yeah, dude, chemistry we have. Uh, wait. I have chemistry for the next period. So I can show you.'' Stiles stammered out, blushing because fuck his life!
''Great! My name is Harry, and this is my best friend, well sister, Hermione, we just moved here from Londen.'' The guy, Harry, told them before holding out his hand for Stiles to take.
He quickly swiped his hand on his jeans so they weren't sweating too much before grabbing the hand.
''My name is Stiles, and no, that's not my real name, but nobody knows my real name because no one can pronounce it. This is Scott, my brother from another mother-'' he said with a wink, making the guy chuckle. ''-and this is Allison, Scott's girlfriend.'' Scott and Allison both gave their hands too.
''Nice to meet you. It would be great if you could show us the way. I don't want to be late.'' Hermione said with a smile. Harry rolled his eyes fondly at the girl.
''Yeah, sure, you seem eager. I should warn you. The teacher is a dick.'' Stiles said before biting his lip. He was rattling again.
''Ah, we have had our fair share of awful teachers. We will survive. We did with the last one.'' Harry mused, but there was a glint in his eyes that Stiles couldn't place.
Scott bumped Stiles's shoulder before he whispered in Stiles's ear.
''Dude, stop drooling.''
Stiles quickly punched him in the arm but only hurt his own hand, damn werewolf muscles. Scott just laughed.
Stiles and Scott guided the pair of new students to the chemistry classroom. Just in time for the last bell to ring. Stiles doesn't know how, but he was sitting next to Harry, and he felt a little giddy about it. He tried to push it down, but the guy just felt right.
He glanced sideways and saw Harry looking at him too. Harry gave him a small smile before Mister Harris walked in.
''Pop quiz!'' He announced, making the whole classroom groan in frustration.
Hermione's hand flew up, but Mister Harris ignored her at first. When he did notice her, he sighed.
''Yes, miss?''
''Granger, sir, I just wanted to ask. Harry and I have never taken your class before. So we couldn't have prepared for this.''
''You are right, but that's why it's called a pop quiz. Nobody knew that they would get it, so nobody is prepared, miss Granger.'' Harris responded with a cruel smirk. Stiles really hated that man. How could he say that to two new students? Stiles's hand shot up now.
''Mister Stilinski?'' Harris said while rolling his eyes.
''That's totally unfair. You don't even know at which level they are with chemistry.''
''Mister Stilinski, if I hear you one more time, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your High School career,''
''Can you do that?'' Stiles responded with a sudden dread in his stomach. He just wanted to stand up for the new kids. That was fair, right?
''Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention.'' Harris responded, making Stiles gape at him and deflate a little in his seat. He should really shut up.
Then he saw Harry's hand rise into the air next to him. He glanced at the guy and saw that Harry was staring daggers at Harris. Oh shit.
''Yes, mister?''
''Potter. Sir, do you think it's appropriate to threaten students?''
''Wha-''
''You were just threatening Stiles. We were all here to hear it. Do you think it's justified because you're a teacher? Or do you just get off on it?'' Harry said with a straight face. The whole class gasped in shock that Harry dared to say something like that to the teacher. And Harris was slowly getting redder and redder in the face.
''Well, you c-'' Harris tried to say, but he was again interrupted by Harry.
''Join him in detention? I will, but just let me ask you this, what do you think the headmaster would say if they heard you say this to your students? Because it sounded to me, the way you spoke, it wouldn't surprise me that this wasn't the first time. So, the question is, do you want us to go to the headmaster? To tell him what happened, and with us, probably more students? Are you ready for the consequences?'' Harry said with a calm expression.
The whole classroom had fallen silent, and instead of red, Harris's face was rapidly losing color.
Hermione was smirking before she put her hand on her mouth to hide it, but Stiles definitely saw it happening. No one ever stood up for him. This was golden. He didn't even care if he would get detention for the rest of the year or for the rest of his High School career. This was worth it.
Harris scraped his throat.
''I will see you in detention, Stilinski, Potter.'' He said, but not with his usual air of arrogance.
He then gave everybody a stencil with the pop quiz. The quiz was easy for Stiles, and he breezed through it. He saw that Harry also was done when he was and Hermione was writing furiously on the back of the stencil.
Harris stepped out for a second, and Stiles took his chance to talk to the newcomers.
''Dude, that was freaking amazing!'' Stiles whispered at Harry. He saw that Harry was blushing with the praise but smiling nonetheless.
''I did get detention. And it's my first day,'' Harry responded with a smirk.
''You set the bar high, but seriously, thank you. No one ever stood up for me against him.'' Stiles said quietly but sincerely. He saw that Scott threw him a glance, but he knew it was true. Scott didn't want detention himself, so he never stood up for Stiles, and Stiles never told him how much he got bullied by others. But Harris was definitely the worst.
''You're welcome. You tried to stand up for us. I can respect that.'' Harry said to him, and Stiles had a really hard time swallowing at the moment.
He then threw a glance at Hermione. She was still writing on the back of the stencil.
''What is she doing?'' Stiles asked Harry.
Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder before chuckling to himself.
''She is writing her own question's. She is a little - enthusiastic about learning.'' Harry said with a smile.
''Oh shit, she will give Lydia a run for her money then.'' Stiles mused.
Harry chuckled, and Stiles joined him until Harris stepped back into the room. Stiles looked back and saw Jackson stumble out of the room with his hand clasped over his mouth and nose. He mouthed a question at Danny, but he was ignored, of course. When he looked back, he saw Harry frowning at the exit Jackson just took.
It looked as if Harry's eyes started to glow for a moment, and then he felt a wave of - something - pass through him. He gasped and looked with wide eyes at Harry. He saw that Hermione, too, had turned around with a frown on her face, and Scott was watching Harry intently.
The rest of the room was not affected by anything, and it made Stiles frown. What was happening?
Harry felt his magic reach out around him. He thought that if it were all muggles, they wouldn't feel anything. He just wanted to reach out to the boy that just ran from the classroom. He didn't look well, and Harry really thought that something was wrong. Not something muggle, but something else.
So he let his magic just casually flow around him. He only hadn't expected to feel another wizard and a freaking werewolf in the same classroom! And it was Stiles and Scott! Shit, shit, shit. Hermione gave him a look, and Harry knew he was in trouble.
She wasn't mad about the whole standing up against the teacher. She had learned from Snape and Umbridge. But she also saw the reaction of Stiles and Scott, she herself had probably felt it, but she knew it was harmless. Stiles and Scott probably didn't.
He groaned inwardly. He was just meeting new people! Why do they have to be supernatural? He now knew why Stiles kept looking at him. He probably recognized him. Shit. He was already starting to like the boy.
''What are you?'' Scott hissed at him.
That made him frown. If he was a werewolf, he should have learned about the wizarding war in Britain, right?
''Can't you tell?'' Hermione just asked Scott as softly as possible.
Stiles and Scott both looked confused. Could it be possible that they didn't know?
''No? I just felt something, but what are you? Werewolves can't do that?'' Stiles asked while looking around if anyone was listening in.
Harry cast a wandless muffiliato around them.
''They can't hear us now,'' Harry told them.
Stiles's eyebrows reached his hairline. The whiskey brown eyes locked with his own green ones. He was glad he was done with his glasses, but he also wanted to fiddle with them from the intense stare he got.
''Dude, are you a Druid?'' Stiles asked.
Hermione and Harry both grimaced.
''No, a Druid is like a drop of water in comparison to the ocean. We are wizards, well, Hermione is a witch, of course. But don't act dumb. I can feel you're a wizard too.'' Harry said with a scowl aimed at Stiles. He could feel the magic buzzing inside of the boy. Stiles scoffed and laughed, but when Hermione and Harry didn't join, he paled rapidly.
''I'm a what?'' Stiles asked, looking properly scared. Harry needed to school his features because he almost smiled with the reminder of Hagrid and his first encounter with learning about being a wizard.
''You're a wizard. Honestly, how can you not know?''
''I don't know?! You're lying, right? Tell me you're lying?'' Stiles said with fear lacing his voice. He was starting to breathe rapidly, and Harry felt guilty instantly.
He grabbed Stiles's hand to calm him down.
''I'm sorry, I really thought you knew.'' Harry quickly said while rubbing his thumb over the boy's hand. He didn't know why, but he felt protective over the boy.
''How old are you? In Britain, most wizards and witches are informed when they are eleven.'' Hermione said slowly. Ignoring Scott for the moment, who looked torn by believing what they said and readying for a fight. Typical werewolves. Hermione already had explained to him that werewolves in America were different from the Britain wizarding world. They wouldn't only turn with the full moon, and Wolfsbane was extremely poisonous to them.
''Sixteen, oh my god, how sure are you? Because I never knew.''
''Pretty sure, didn't your parents ever tell you? Or didn't you do things you couldn't explain?''
''My parents never told me, but my mom died when I was ten, so maybe- oh fuck, I totally did things I couldn't explain. Scott! Do you remember when I jumped off the roof because I thought I could fly? I told you that bush moved before I hit the ground! Or when I was mad at the teacher in pre-school and her hair turned green the next day?'' Stiles's voice went up an octave when he was quietly panicking. Harry just squeezed his hand again, and the boy seemed to settle down.
''It's okay, we can show you, Hermione and me, if you want, of course.'' Harry quietly offered while glancing at Hermione, who was quickly nodding with his offer. She then glanced at his hand and then pointedly at him with a smirk. He blushed but didn't say anything.
''What? Do-do you mean that?''
''Of course. It would only be dangerous not to help you.'' Harry said, when he saw Stiles's wide eyes, he could slap himself.
''Not quite as reassuring as you think, Harry.'' Stiles stammered, but he squeezed Harry's hand, so Harry took that with a smile.
''To be honest, I would love to learn magic. I never thought I - never mind. After detention?'' Stiles asked Harry with pleading eyes, and those were some real puppy dog eyes.
Harry was screwed. He already knew it.
So that was the first chapter! I hope you liked it!
xx MBlack93
