Welp, this chapter is gonna hurt, not gonna lie.
Enjoy!
Harry was pissed, no- he was livid! One of the biggest arseholes of entire Britain just walked out of Azkaban as if it was a regular thing! Harry seriously doubted the wizarding population if they still haven't fortified the 'scariest' prison in Britain after three bloody jailbreaks!
No, now the fourth one happened, and they wanted to keep it quiet! Well, fuck that!
He was pacing through the library while Draco and Hermione had gone to Andromeda with Narcissa. Stiles was seated on the couch with George. Both were shaken from the news that Lucius had broken out. But Stiles has already focused again on searching for the ritual that was being used here, but he did glance at Harry every couple of minutes to check if he still was okay.
Narcissa was clearly scared of what her ex-husband could be capable of, and she tried not to show them how much it did to her. But Harry could see through it. She had pulled him away for a moment after Hermione and Draco had told them what had happened and told Harry to watch out because Lucius was always raving in his letter of getting revenge on Harry for defeating Voldemort.
Harry had taken her advice to heart but was also still mainly focused on getting Derek back and finding out who was sacrificing people in Beacon Hills.
He was suddenly hit with inspiration to stick it to the British wizarding world.
He conjured his Patronus, marveling like he always did when Prongs calmed him down. The stag looked around for a threat but turned to Harry when he didn't see it.
''Wow-'' Stiles gasped out. Harry looked at his boyfriend and saw the awe on his face. Huh, he thought Stiles had already seen Prongs, but now he thought about it - mh, no, Harry hadn't conjured his Patronus before.
''Stiles, meet Prongs,'' Harry said with a smile. Prongs trotted towards Stiles on the couch, and when Stiles reached out a hand to touch it, he gasped.
Harry knew why, you couldn't really touch a Patronus, but the warm feelings and comfort enveloped you when you tried touching one.
''It's beautiful,'' Stiles murmured before looking at Harry with a beaming smile.
''I know, now, I did conjure you with a reason, Prongs,'' Harry said, and the magical form immediately trotted back to Harry to listen to his command.
''Mione, did you still have some sway with the bug? I think she could use a scoop about the prison break.'' Harry said before waving his wand and sending Prongs on his way.
''Did you just send a message with him?'' Stiles marveled.
''Yes, during the war, we used it more often. Now we have mobile phones that can withstand magic.'' Harry replied with a smile.
Stiles turned to George, who had a wistful smile on his face.
''What is your Patronus?'' Stiles asked in his regular brazen way.
The smile became a little more painful before George responded. ''It was a Magpie,''
Stiles frowned and glanced at Harry, but Harry grimaced back at him. Stiles turned back to George. ''Why does it sound like you don't have one anymore?''
''Because after F-Fred died, I haven't been able to conjure one,'' George said with a difficult swallow.
Stiles's mouth fell open in an o form. He looked troubled between Harry and George. ''Can I ask- can I ask why you aren't able to?'' He asked softly, and George smiled.
''A Patronus needs strong, happy memories, after Fred - I couldn't conjure happy enough memories, because before I used memories which all included him,'' George responded while looking at the floor. Harry felt a pang in his chest thinking about Fred, feeling the grief bubble up again.
Stiles nodded and put his arm around George. ''You will get it again one day. Because - not to sound insensitive or anything like that!'' Stiles hastily added with wide eyes, looking so sincere that Harry couldn't help but smile fondly at his boyfriend. ''-But - even if I have never known him, Fred would want you to be happy again, I'm sure of it, and you will make new happy memories again.'' Stiles said with a faint blush but with such sincerity that Harry couldn't help but believe him.
When Harry looked at George, he saw that the man was struggling a little with himself before wiping his eyes hastily. ''You're right, Stiles, you're right, now if you will excuse me, I need to go check something.''
George then walked out of the library, clearly wanting to be alone for a moment. Thankfully, Stiles seemed to understand and didn't push or anything like that.
Just then, a small Otter flew into the library, reciting Hermione's message to them. ''I am going to write that little bug immediately.''
Harry grinned. He couldn't wait to see the Daily Prophet after Rita Skeeter had ripped the wizarding world a new one.
He took a seat next to Stiles and started researching with him. He doesn't know how long they were at it when Stiles suddenly gasped and flailed. He jumped up and threw out his arm to keep his balance.
''This is it- THIS IS IT! THIS! Oh my god! SON OF A BITCH! Harry! We need to go right now, like now, now, no buts, get off your cute little butt and follow me, and take every book about wards you can!'' Stiles rambled/screamed before running to the basement. That's still where they gathered all the magical stuff with a potion room that could be used if necessary.
Harry was still a little dazed from the whirlwind his boyfriend sometimes was before just doing as he asked, because saying no to Stiles when he was like this was a big no-no, and Accio-ing all the books about wards from the library.
He had gathered about twenty books, and it seemed enough, but he didn't know what Stiles suddenly was so excited about. He walked to the couch where Stiles had been seated just moments before and grabbed the book Stiles had put there in the middle of his outburst.
Harry's eyes went wide when he saw the ritual they had been looking for. A ritual that was only used by Dark magic users, a ritual to get control of a big power source of magic, a power source that in most cases was a Nemeton.
''Bloody hell,'' Harry murmured. He suddenly understood what Stiles was planning. He wanted to ward the shit out of the Nemeton so that even with the sacrifices the Dark magic user was planning, they couldn't get to it.
Harry read a little further and saw that Dark Wizards, Darach's, Black Shamans, followers of Satan, and sometimes Voodoo practitioners only used this ritual. If a regular witch or wizard tried this ritual, they would immediately become Dark.
Stiles came back into the room with his Lacrosse bag full of stuff.
''I don't know what we need, but I gathered a little of everything. Are you ready? Come one. We have a Nemeton to protect!'' He demanded with his fist in the air. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his boyfriend's antics.
''I'm ready, but maybe it's a good idea to bring Andromeda? The family magic of the Black's is warding.'' Harry proposed making Stiles clap a couple of times in quick succession before darting forward to pull Harry into a heated kiss.
''Smart and beautiful, I'm so fucking lucky with you!'' Stiles declared before storming out of the library. Harry quickly followed him with a grin he couldn't control.
When they entered Andromeda's house, it was pretty empty, and Harry was a little bummed, but then Narcissa came out of the guest room. She was looking regal as ever, and Harry thinks he only saw her vulnerable in the middle of the battle of Hogwarts when she just wanted to know where her only son was.
''Lady Malfoy, do you know where Andromeda is?'' Harry asked, bowing a little to her, normally he wouldn't do that, but Narcissa had his respect. He could do awkwardly Lord-is for her. Narcissa looked between Harry and the practically vibrating Stiles and curtsied.
''Yes, she was just going into town with Teddy to gather some supplies for my and Draco's rooms. Did you need her for something, Lord Potter?'' She asked in a poised manner.
''Yeah, we need to get some wards up around a Nemeton a couple of miles from here, and the Black's-'' Stiles rambled with a little pout because Andromeda wasn't there.
''I do know that the Black's have wards as their familial magic, don't forget that I was a Black too before I married.'' She replied with a raised eyebrow, silencing Stiles's rambles immediately.
''Sorry, madam. Didn't want to insult you,'' Stiles replies, sounding a little scolded.
Narcissa gave a tinkling laugh. ''You didn't insult me, Lord Gajos - Stilinski, but as I said, I was a Black and plan on being again as soon as the divorce has been settled. Could I maybe help with the warding?'' She asked with a twinkle in her eye.
''Narci - Lady Malfoy, you are just settling in, I can't ask that of you, you -'' Harry started, not wanting to offend the woman. She was pretty terrifying. She lied to Voldemort's face for Godric's sake.
''You can ask that of me. I am staying here for free because of you. I am standing here because of you. Because of you, I get to live and see my little boy grow up into a man. Without you, that wouldn't have been possible.'' Narcissa said with a soft smile aimed at Harry.
Harry swallowed heavily, feeling wholly unprepared for the emotional backlash that got him. ''Without you, I wouldn't have walked away out of that clearing,'' Harry told her honestly.
Narcissa smiled wetly at him before righting herself again. ''I want to help, Lord Potter, Lord Gajos - Stilinski,'' She said with a nod to them.
''Okay, but first things first, please don't call me a Lord. I feel all old now,'' Stiles asked with a frown. Narcissa laughed again when Harry agreed with the feeling.
''Then please, call me Narcissa.''
Stiles gets out his phone while trudging through the Preserve with Harry and Narcissa. Well, Narcissa is definitely not trudging. It's more like she's floating in grace, which is pretty scary if Stiles thinks about it.
He frowns down at his phone before answering the still ringing device.
''Heya, Dad, what's up?''
''Son-'' Just that word was enough to make Stiles tense up, he stops walking, and Harry steps around him, so he is in front of him, watching his every move. ''-there have been other -'' His dad's voice wavers for a moment before it comes back in a whisper. ''-sacrifices. There have been three more. One of which is your Chemistry teacher, Harris,''
Stiles swallows harshly. He had a feeling that it wasn't a coincidence when Harris didn't show up to school last week. Harry took a step closer and placed his hand on Stiles's arm for comfort. Stiles sees Narcissa in the corner of his eye, but she keeps her distance.
''Who were the other two?'' Stiles asked, knowing that there needed to be three in total again. He hears his dad grunt and shuffling some papers. ''A student named Kyle, according to Danny, he was a friend, and they met when they were both in the ROTC,'' Stiles closed his eyes, feeling bad that a friend of Danny's died because of this Dark magic-user. Just like Heather.
''And another teacher, the uh, music teacher, miss Polash, you didn't have any classes with her, right?'' His dad asks, sounding a little concerned. Stiles doesn't know if it's for his son's mental state or if it's for his son's school education. Both are at risk at this moment in time.
''N-no, I didn't know her,'' Stiles is distracted and starts fiddling with his bag, trying to pull out the tome he had found the ritual in, trying to find the pattern that will tell him if he's definitely on the right path.
''Everything okay, son?'' His dad asks, and Stiles replies with a non-committal noise before humming when he finally has the book. He puts his phone between his cheek and shoulder before leafing through the book.
''Yeah, I'm fine, it's just- I may have found something, and Narcissa, Draco's mother-'' He adds quickly, so his dad knows at least a little what Stiles is rambling about. ''-Harry and me are on our way to the Nemeton, we are going to ward the shit out of it so the bad, bad, bad dark magic user slash serial killer can't use it for the ritual he or she is doing.'' Stiles rambles.
His dad is silent for a moment, and Stiles can almost picture him with his eyes towards the ceiling, asking for strength. ''Please be careful.'' His dad stresses.
''Of course, dad, I have Harry with me, and Narcissa is pretty scary on her own. I don't think anyone would try to trifle her. She's like a combination of Lydia, Hermione, and Mel,'' Stiles says, earning a startled laugh from Harry and a raised eyebrow from Narcissa herself.
Stiles blushes and rubs the back of his neck. ''So I'm pretty good. Could you maybe check if one of the wolves can get a scent of the victims? Just in case? I-'' Stiles bites his lip before continuing. ''-you shouldn't call Derek. If he's under the influence of the magic-user, which we don't know for sure is the new English teacher - he could be compromised.'' Stiles rattles out. Harry gives his arm a squeeze at Derek's name, knowing that it's both hurting them that they can't help him at the moment.
His dad sighs, and Stiles can picture him nodding. ''I will, kid, call me when you're back home. Love you, kiddo.''
''Bye, dad, love you too.'' Stiles readily replies before ending the call. He has finally found the ritual and trusts the book in Harry's hands, asking him wordlessly to keep up the book so Stiles can read it while he pulls out a notebook and pen.
He starts rooting through his brain of what he knows about Harris, what he heard about Kyle from his dad, and the little he knows about the music teacher.
The ritual asks for sacrifices in three's, there were three virgins, and now there are three more, but which ones?
They were no Healers, so Stiles could eliminate that option quickly. He's biting on his pen, thinking what could be - well, Philosophers are possible. He only doesn't know if Kyle falls in that category. He doesn't think so. He doesn't think that being a tutor or something is enough to be described as a philosopher. Then there is Protectors, Kyle definitely falls into that one if he was in the ROTC, and he thinks he saw the music teacher step in between a fight one or two times. Harris doesn't fall into that category, at least not from Stiles's point of view.
That leaves Warriors. Kyle falls into that one, but he is raking his brain if Harris could be in that one and the music teacher...
''Fuck, Harris was a cadet or something, so these could be the Warrior sacrifices,'' Stiles murmurs. He's brought back from his thoughts by Harry clearing his throat.
''Are you sure?'' Harry asks, sounding concerned.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders and bites on his thumb now he's using his pen to write down what his mind is throwing at him. ''Not completely, I don't know if miss Polash has something to do with the army or something, but I do know for sure that Harris and Kyle fall into that category, but the others seem even less possible. So I'm about 75% sure.'' He closes his notebook and puts it back into his bag. It helps him think if he writes down what he's thinking about.
''Could it be that he or she is suspecting something? That that's the reason the murders are this fast?'' Harry proposes with a frown.
Stiles nods and takes Harry's hand in his after putting the tome away too. He wants Harry closer, especially with Derek gone at the moment.
''We should hurry to ward the Nemeton, but be careful. It is possible that the person who is doing the ritual will take extra measures when they find out that they can't access the magic anymore.'' Narcissa declares, and Harry and Stiles nod at her before Stiles takes the lead again. With the bonds he has to Derek, and with his family magic, the Nemeton is still easy to find for him.
They enter the clearing where the tree stands and Stiles smiles at the sight that greets him. The Nemeton seems to hum in relief when they enter the clearing.
''Hey there, uh, we're here to help you?'' Stiles says before he feels pretty stupid from talking out loud to a tree.
Harry nudges him towards the tree though, so he isn't to put off, thankfully.
Stiles can't help but run his hands over the tree stump, and he takes a breath when the Nemeton seems to revel in the feeling and magic that comes from Stiles. ''We are going to protect you,'' Stiles says with a smile before setting down his bag and getting out everything Narcissa asks of him.
Then they start. Narcissa does most of the casting, but Harry and Stiles help with simpler spells. Harry has done a lot of wards while he was on the run with Hermione and Ron, so he's pretty advanced, especially in comparison to Stiles.
Stiles flushes. He was so ready earlier to just stomp to the Nemeton and start casting, but now he sees and hears Narcissa. He's extremely glad that she came with them to help. He feels like a baby duckling in comparison to a great swan. It strikes him that he only has known he had magic for just seven or eight months now.
He clearly isn't on the same level as Harry, Hermione, and hell, especially not as Narcissa or Andromeda. They have been practicing magic for years.
Stiles feels wholly unprepared for what the dark magic user could do to them. What was she doing to Derek at this moment? He feels himself slipping into panic mode, but before he can even start hyperventilating, Harry is in front of him with a smile.
''You're doing great, baby,'' He murmurs, and Stiles flushes again, but now for a different reason.
''I am a junior in comparison with a veteran. I feel useless.'' Stiles admits with his eyes cast downward.
Harry puts his hands on Stiles's face and brings it up so he can look into his eyes.
''You have had your own battles, and I'm glad that you haven't had the same battles as me, Stiles. It's not something I wish on anyone, especially not someone I love so much.''
Stiles darts forward to kiss Harry for that declaration. He feels all warm and fuzzy on the inside when Harry or Derek tells him that they love him.
''Love you too,'' Stiles says in a breathless voice when he pulls back. Harry looks at him like he is a great treasure and can't take his eyes off him. Stiles blushes again and smiles.
It's quiet for about a week. There has been no sign of the dark magic user, and Stiles is getting antsier and more anxious. They also haven't spoken to Derek at all, and it hurts Stiles in more ways than one.
And now they have a stupid Lacrosse meet. It's pretty weird that just a year ago, he would've loved this, a Lacrosse meet with the whole team, mostly Scott, of course, because he hadn't had many friends next to Scott last year, but thankfully Harry is also going with them, he didn't join the team, but he's following with Erica, Allison, Hermione, and Lydia in a car after the bus.
The pack refuses to part after the last couple of weeks. So they are with the whole teenage part of the pack at the hotel where they have stopped on their way to the meet.
Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd, Danny, Jackson, and Cora are part of the Lacrosse team, so they would go no matter what happened.
Stiles looks up at the hotel while he gathers a key from Coach. He hears him say something about 'sexual perversions,' and Stiles can't help but glance at Harry and waggle his eyebrows.
''I don't like this place,'' Lydia says somewhere behind them, and Stiles turns to her. Hermione and Allison step closer to Lydia. ''I don't think even the people who owns this place, like the place,'' Allison tries to joke, but it falls flat at Lydia's expression. Hermione nudges Lydia a little. ''It's just for one night.'' She says with a smile, but Lydia shakes her head.
''A lot can happen in one night.'' She murmurs, and Stiles can't help but agree. The whole pack is hanging back, and Stiles waves them closer.
''No one is going anywhere alone. Am I clear?'' He orders. Trying to channel his inner Derek and glare the pack in submission. From the snort he gets from Isaac and Erica. It isn't helping at all.
''I'm serious, you guys.'' Stiles tries again, and the sniggering dies down, and he gets nods in reply.
''I am getting seriously weird vibes from this place. So I'm with Lydia on this.'' Harry states, and again everybody nods seriously.
Stiles shares a room with Harry. They fall on the bed together after Harry cleans it with a simple spell. Then they curl into each other, feeling better being so close to each other. The loss of Derek pulls at them both. They feel the partial mate bond blocked whenever they try to feel it, trying to check if Derek is still okay. It depresses them both, but they can't help it. They don't want to lose Derek and feel completely out of their debt. They had expected something after they had warded the Nemeton, but nothing had happened yet.
Stiles sighs and places his lips against Harry's neck, making him shudder. Stiles smiles and licks Harry over his pulse point, wanting to tease his boyfriend or maybe do something more.
Harry groans in response, and Stiles revels in the sound. Feeling bolder, he turns until he is straddling Harry's lap. His hands are next to Harry's head, and he leans down to kiss Harry thoroughly.
''You shouldn't start something you aren't going to finish,'' Harry whispers before biting Stiles's jaw.
''Who says I'm not going to finish?'' Stiles replies with a waggle of his eyebrows, making Harry groan in annoyance, but Stiles can see the smile that Harry has on his face. It's way too fond to be properly annoyed.
They kiss for a long time, completely losing themselves in each other. Stiles doesn't know how long they have been going at it, but it feels too good to stop.
Stiles grinds down his hips and moans in Harry's mouth. He's already hard and wants more skin-on-skin contact. He sits up and is in the middle of ripping the shirt off his head when he suddenly hears a roar.
He scrambles off Harry, and Harry follows him immediately. He rips open the door and looks around. He sees Hermione and Lydia coming out of the room next to them, and he sees Danny and Allison are already running towards them when they hear Erica's voice.
''Boyd! Boyd! Stop! Please stop!'' Stiles pulls out his wand and starts running with the rest of the pack on his heels. Erica sounded like she was crying, and that's something that doesn't happen lightly, so Stiles knows it's bad.
Stiles opens the locked door to Erica's and Boyd's room with a flick of his wand and runs inside. There he finds Erica with her hands up like she's placating Boyd, who seems entirely out of his mind with an empty gaze.
''It's my fault, my fault, she's gone, my fault,'' Boyd keeps murmuring while he is leveling a freaking saw to his midriff. The saw is making a lot of noise, and Stiles doesn't even think when he darts forward to wrestle the saw out of Boyd's hands. Boyd is growling like he isn't in control and only wants to end his life.
Stiles can't let that happen. He hears screaming behind him when suddenly the saw turns off, and the saw falls to the floor. Stiles feels fury course through him. He doesn't know what is happening, but what the actual fuck?!
''What the fuck Boyd?!'' He exclaims before pushing Boyd's chest. Stiles's magic is a little out of control. Because the push shouldn't have moved Boyd in the slightest, but with Stiles's magic going rampant, Boyd takes a startled step back before hissing when he touches the hot space heater.
Boyd shakes out the hand that got burned before shaking his head like he's trying to get rid of something. ''Wha- what? What happened?'' Boyd asks when he turns to the room. His eyes are not vacant anymore, and he seems startled when he takes in the frightened faces of his pack. Stiles is still breathing hard, and he startles when Harry pulls him back against him.
Erica flings herself at Boyd and sobs in his shoulder. ''You-you-'' She can't get out the words, and Stiles deflates. He doesn't blame her. It was pretty disturbing seeing Boyd like this.
''You tried to kill yourself, mate. Are you alright?'' Harry says while still holding on to Stiles. Boyd frowns and nods. ''I can't remember.'' He replies, what worries Stiles only more.
''That's not good,'' Stiles replies while looking at Lydia.
''That feeling that you got, you don't have the urge to scream, right?'' Stiles asks her. Lydia has paled but shakes her head.
''But you were hearing things,'' Hermione adds softly while looking pointedly at Lydia. Lydia glares at her before sighing and nodding.
''Yes, I- I thought I heard someone commit suicide in the room next to us. But when we checked, the room next to us was empty.''
Stiles bites his lip. This doesn't sound good. Suicides that didn't happen but are heard, and Boyd's attempted suicide. It's a coincidence, but he knows three is a pattern. He hopes nothing else is going to happen.
He then suddenly notices that the rest of the werewolves are not in the room.
''Where are the others? They should have heard Boyd just like us,'' He says with a frown. Allison and Danny suddenly look panicked.
''Scott said he wanted to get some towels,'' Allison replied, looking more worried now.
''Jackson stormed out of the room just moments before I heard Boyd. I thought maybe he heard something-''
Stiles squares his shoulders, the need to check if everyone is alright is too big to ignore.
''Lydia, Hermione, go find Isaac and Cora, Harry, go with Danny to find Jackson, and Allison, you're with me to find Scott. Bring them all to Harry's and mine room after you find them, okay?''
He then turns to Erica and Boyd, who are still clinging to each other.
''Erica, bring Boyd to our room. If we need help, we'll call you, but make sure that Boyd is safe,''
''I feel fine. That wasn't me. I wouldn't do that. Let me help, please, Stiles.'' Boyd says, and Stiles is skeptical but nods. ''Go with Lydia and Hermione then, Erica, watch him.'' He demands, and he gets a nod in return.
He and Allison go to Scott's room first, but as expected, no one is there. They migrate to the lobby of the hotel where Scott would've gone if he was going to get new towels, but according to the receptionist, there haven't been any crooked jaw teens with floppy hair.
Stiles sighs when they step back outside again when he suddenly hears a sob. He doesn't see anything, but he gets Allison's attention, and they start walking to the parking lot. When they walk around the school bus, they see something that is going to give Stiles nightmares for the rest of his life.
Scott is completely drenched and sobbing in the middle of a puddle. He's holding onto a flare, and Stiles can smell the gasoline in the air.
''Scott!'' Allison yells, and she tries to step closer, but Stiles holds her back. ''Scott,'' Allison says again, this time in a broken voice, and Scott turns to her.
Stiles's heart breaks from the look of anguish on his best friend's face. He feels his eyes water. He doesn't know what is happening exactly, but seeing his best friend ready to kill himself breaks him.
''There's no hope,'' Scott says in a flat voice.
Stiles hears Allison sniffle before replying in a watery voice. ''What do you mean? There is always hope, Scott.'' She laughs wetly and wipes her cheek with her hand.
''Not for me,'' Scott tells them with a shake of his head.
''Not for Derek.'' He then continues making Stiles gasp, tears falling down his face even more with the mention of Derek. What does Scott mean that there is no hope for Derek? Oh my God, what if Derek is going to die?!
Stiles's heart is stampeding in his chest. He wants to run to Derek, beg him to come back to them, to him and Harry, but first, he needs to help Scott. He can't lose his best friend.
''Derek wasn't your fault, Scott,'' Allison says, and Stiles nods. Scott couldn't do anything about Derek's predicament. ''You know Derek wasn't your fault,'' Allison adds with a tilt of her head.
It seems like this is a conversation they had already, and Stiles feels for his best friend. The guy who wants to save everyone if it would be possible.
He was so troubled in his own misery that he had completely missed the fact that Scott even feels guilty about Derek.
''Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt.'' Scott drones on like he hasn't heard Allison at all. And Stiles now knows for sure that something is wrong with all of the werewolves. Something is messing with their heads. ''People keep getting killed,'' Scott says, and Stiles has had enough. He can't hear it anymore. He can't listen to it anymore. Too worried that his best friend will kill himself or that his boyfriend is going to die if he needs to believe Scott's words.
Tears are still streaming over his cheeks, and he steps forward.
''Scott, listen to me, okay?'' His voice breaks when Scott turns his mournful look from Allison to him.
''This isn't you, alright? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this.'' Stiles takes another step forward and is relieved when he sees a flicker of doubt in Scott's eyes.
''Okay, now-'' Stiles starts, but Scott interrupts him. ''But what if it isn't? What if it's just me?''
Stiles is too stunned to speak for a moment. Because the hurt he hears in Scott's voice is real. The doubt is real.
''What if doing this is actually the best thing I could do for everyone else?'' Scott says. Stiles hears Allison gasp and muffle a sob behind him, and he is right there with her.
Scott is talking again, but blood rushes through Stiles's ears. He doesn't hear Scott for a moment but feels disgust and heartbreak through the bond as if it is his own. A flicker of something else flashes through his mind, and he's gasping with the consequences of it. A new stream of tears falls down his face when he sees two naked bodies withering against each other. He would recognize the triskelion tattoo everywhere he goes.
He is sucked back in the present to listen to Scott again. ''-ou and me. We were - we were nothing. We weren't popular.'' Stiles shakes his head in agreement. Also trying to get rid of the flashes of something he just saw.
''We - we weren't good at Lacrosse.'' Scott is taking a shaky breath before looking Stiles in the eyes again. ''We weren't important. We were no one.'' He says with finality.
''Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all.'' He seems lost in his own head, and Stiles is again sure that someone is messing with his wolves. His wolves. No one else's.
Scott cants his head, and Stiles follows the flare with his eyes. A lump in his throat and a brick in his stomach with the emotions it brings to him.
Stiles steps forward. He can't do this. He can't watch his best friend kill himself. He needs to do something.
''Scott, just listen to me, okay?'' Stiles tries again. He takes little steps towards Scott. And his voice breaks again when those puppy dog eyes turn to him again.
''You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're - Scott - You're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Your pack needs you. Allison needs you.''
Scott seems lost in Stiles's words, but Stiles doesn't mind. He loves the guy to the moon and back. He needs his words to have some impact.
''Scott, you're my brother,'' Stiles says shakily. He then takes another step, this time stepping into the puddle of gasoline that Scott has soaked himself in. ''Alright? So - so if we're going to do this, then -'' Stiles reaches out and puts his hand around Scott's on the flare. ''-I think you're just gonna have to take me with you then.'' Stiles is shaking, and Scott is too.
Scott lets out a whine, and Stiles breaths out shakily before prying the flare out of Scott's hand and throwing it away as far as possible. He doesn't see where it lands because it seems like Scott is finally breaking out of his trance.
He starts breathing harder and seems to crumble into himself.
Stiles reaches out, wanting to hug the shit out of his best friend when he suddenly hears a loud ''NO!'' behind him.
Before he can comprehend what is happening, he is tackled to the ground by Allison, taking Scott with him. An explosion is behind them and pushes them down against the ground even more. He groans when Allison's knee pokes him in the ribs when he tries to sit up.
He looks back and sees a big fire where they were just standing.
Stiles is startled by the gasp he hears behind them and sees Harry and the rest of the pack rushing towards them. Pulling them to safety. Lydia seems fixated on the fire and is murmuring something.
Harry is frantically checking Stiles for any injuries, but Stiles is focused on Lydia.
He pulls away from his worried boyfriend with a placating pat on the shoulder before walking carefully to Lydia.
He touches her shoulder, and she startles hard. She gasps and whirls on him, looking like she has just seen a ghost.
''Lyds? What is it? What did you see?'' He demands.
''I-I think I know who the dark magic user is.'' She replies before glancing back to the fire.
''Who is it?'' Stiles asks before he feels Harry step up next to him.
Lydia is again lost in her thoughts before Hermione steps up to her.
''Who is it, Lydia?'' Harry asks, probably knowing that Stiles is hanging on by a thread right now with the emotional rollercoaster he was in just now.
''It's miss Blake. She is behind the sacrifices.''
To say Harry could've handled that news better is probably an understatement.
And to say that his magic was a little trigger-happy is also an understatement.
He had seen what Jennifer Blake was doing with Derek just moments ago. She is using him—raping him. Letting him think he wants it. He wants to rip her apart. Wants Death to take a special liking to her and punish her for entirety.
Something in Derek knows it's wrongwrongwrong. Probably his wolf, or at least that is Cora's opinion. Because Harry felt how Derek felt, and apparently, Stiles had seen and felt it too. Derek is heartbroken while he is being forced to have sex with that bitch.
He is standing outside, looking around him while the pack is sharing stories of what happened tonight. Stiles is clutching his hand, and that's the only thing that grounds Harry at the moment. Because he wants to destroy that bitch as soon as possible.
But they don't know where they are. They don't know what will happen when they try to free Derek. She could have done even more to him. Making him compliant to her every wish and demand.
His magic is lashing out. Already three cars have been shattered and dented around them. But thankfully, Hermione is really good with the reparo spell.
On one side, Harry wants to crawl in bed and curl around Stiles, forgetting tonight completely. On the other, he wants to apparate back to Beacon Hills and just go around the town until he finds the bitch and can tear her apart.
She hurt his pack. She is hurting his Alpha. His boyfriend. His mate.
But again, he doesn't know what kind of consequences it could have if he goes to Beacon Hills to seek out Blake.
He has already lost enough after not thinking things through. It's how he blew up Aunt Marge, which almost resulted in getting expelled from Hogwarts. It's how he lost Sirius and almost killed Draco.
Unfortunately, everybody agrees that they can't rush back to Beacon Hills. The school would have their heads, especially Coach. And again, the fact comes that they don't know where Blake is and that they don't know how it could hurt Derek if they try something to stop her.
They agree to all pile up into one room. Everybody gathers their blankets, and Hermione, Stiles, and Harry conjure multiple pillows. They build one big blanket/pillow fort in the middle of one of the rooms where they all crawl into.
He feels comforted by the pack and feels a little better when he drifts off with Stiles against his front, Hermione at his back, Jackson on his legs, and his head on Erica's leg. Scott's hand is on his side, and Danny's hand is on his leg. He isn't touching Cora, Lydia, Erica, Allison, and Boyd, but he can feel them in his pack bonds.
The next morning the whole pack jerks awake when the door of the hotel room is thrown open.
''What the actual hell?! Wait, I don't even want to know! Everybody, you have 10 minutes to get your butts into the school bus because the Lacrosse meet has been canceled, and we're going back to Beacon Hills. So gather up cupcakes! And again, I really don't want to know what happened here.'' Coach yells at them. When Harry takes a peek from one of the openings in the blanket fort, he sees a deeply disturbed Coach looking at the fort.
''Don't worry, Coach. Everybody still has their clothes on.'' Stiles's amused voice comes from next to him. There are multiple sniggers around them before Erica says, ''Speak for yourself.''
The whole pack bursts into laughter, and Harry can't help but join.
When they reach the bus, Coach is looking at them with a twitching eye.
''I'm watching you all. You can't just organize an orgy on a field trip!''
All the Lacrosse players that aren't in the pack are looking at the pack with various levels of disgust, awe, and longing.
Stiles turns scarlet, and Harry can't help but chuckle.
''Coach, why do you have a purple spot on your shirt?'' Lydia demands just before she will split from the pack to go to her car with Allison, Erica, Hermione, and Harry.
Coach looks down and sees that he has indeed a purple spot where his whistle is resting. He shakes his whistle, and Harry sees more purple dust fall out of the whistle.
Hermione and Stiles's eyes go round, and Harry sees the wolves react to the stuff. They wrinkle their noses and get a vacant look again on their faces.
Stiles darts forward and rips the whistle from Coach's neck.
''Stilinski! What the hell do you think you're doing?'' The Coach bellows.
Stiles ignores him and throws the whistle to Harry, who catches it easily with his Seeker reflexes. He vanishes the whistle in his fist before conjuring another one in his other.
That one he throws back to Stiles, who fumbles but still catches it.
Stiles offers the new whistle to Coach with a big beaming grin, but Coach keeps glaring at him before putting the whistle in his mouth and whistling loudly right into Stiles's face making him cringe back with a flail.
''I probably deserved that.'' He mumbles before kissing Harry goodbye for now and climbing on the bus.
Harry chuckles, and together with the girls, he gets into the car. Erica immediately commands the radio and starts singing loudly with whatever is on the radio.
Hermione is reading, Lydia is driving, and Allison is bopping her head to the music and sometimes singing along with Erica.
Harry feels a little out of his debt but also doesn't want to leave. He could, he could just apparate, but he feels like he deserves a couple of hours of normalcy. He smiles a little to himself and closes his eyes, listening to Erica butcher the Spice Girls with Allison backing her up.
He doesn't sleep, but he feels content with his eyes closed and listening to the girls. At some point, Lydia and Hermione get into a debate on something he doesn't even understand and doesn't want to understand. Allison and Erica pull him into a car game, something he has never played but enjoys because it is with his pack.
When they enter the Beacon Hills borders, some tension floods back into him. It feels like something is about to happen.
Back at the school, they drive with the whole pack to the packhouse. They already know from Peter and Chris that Derek still hasn't been seen there.
They reach the house, and when they step out of the car, all the wolves stiffen up.
Just a moment later, Harry understands why. His pack bond with Teddy and Andromeda floods with fear, and a pathetic little howl is heard.
He grabs Stiles, and without another word, they apparate to where the bond is pulling them, not even waiting for the rest of the pack.
Harry immediately gets into a fighting stance, which is a good reflex because he is immediately pummeled with multiple hexes. He shiels himself and Stiles while he takes in his surroundings.
Andromeda is lying on the ground motionless, with a howling Teddy next to her, howling for his pack, howling for help, as soon as he notices Harry, the howling stops, and he starts to cry.
Harry finally singles out who is attacking him and sees a wild eyes Lucius Malfoy.
''Potter!'' He sneers and tries even harder to attack and wound Harry and Stiles. They both battle against him, and he sees that Lucius is glancing with a sneer at the crying baby.
''Get Teddy and Andromeda away!'' Harry demands.
''Harry-'' Stiles tries, but Harry is having none of it.
''Get them to safety!'' He bellows, and Stiles listens. He apparates next to Teddy and Andromeda, taking a wailing Teddy in his arms and grabbing Andromeda's arm.
Then he apparates away, and Lucius lets out a furious scream.
''She needs Healers, Potter. Do you think you can stop me? Do you think that you will be lucky again?'' Malfoy taunts while throwing multiple curses at Harry.
Harry doesn't respond, knowing it's just a distraction that Malfoy tries to lure him into. Responding could only result in failure at this moment.
He feels like he's back at Hogwarts during the final battle. Battling Death Eaters where ever he encountered one.
A crack in the air signals him that help has arrived. Even if he's pretty able to hold his own in a duel, he is relieved to see Hermione, Stiles, and Draco.
Well, he was relieved to see them, but when Lucius sees his son, it's clear he gets even more furious.
''Draco! Help me! Help me get revenge for our Lord and master! Help me with the mission. She promised we could get him back. We can get him back, Draco! Don't you see!? She can get our Lord back!'' Lucius pleads with his son.
Draco seems to pale even further and looks sick to his stomach. Harry's world tilted too. Was the Darach seriously ready to unleash Voldemort of all people back into the world?
He wants to puke. He can't let that happen! He almost died the last time they fought.
But something in him tells him that it also isn't possible, not possible at all. All the Horcruxes were destroyed. There were none left. Death told him that Voldemort was gone. There was no way a Dark magic-user had more power than Death herself.
''No, I won't help you, father-'' Draco responds in a whisper, but his voice is starting to gain volume. ''-Not now, not ever. Not again. The only reason I followed him was because of you because I respected you! Because I actually looked up to you. But you turned into the biggest disappointment in my life. I will try to stop you.'' Draco's voice broke in the end, but Harry could see he was sincere.
The look on Lucius' face can't be described other than utterly broken.
It takes about three seconds, and then an ugly sneer is in full force.
''Then you will die like every other blood traitor!'' He bellows, and Harry's eyes grow wide before he's in motion, even before he can register it himself.
''AVADA KEDAVRA!'' Lucius yells, and the world seems to slow down. Harry knows he hears Hermione and Stiles screaming, but he ignores it before diving in front of Draco, who is rooted to the ground.
Then there is nothing.
Stiles can't even move from the ripping of his partial mate bond inside of him. He crashes to the ground, his eyes never leaving Harry's lifeless body.
He doesn't hear what the others are doing. He can only stare.
Then his magic reacts, and he screams, screams, and screams.
The bond with Derek flares inside of him, but Stiles almost doesn't register it. Can't register it.
The bond feels wild, untamed, feral inside of him, but he ignores it.
He's suddenly next to Harry, his voice hoarse and his face wet from the tears. Harry isn't moving, and his emerald green eyes are open and staring into nothing.
His hands find the front of Harry's shirt, and he feels his lips moving, begging Harry to stay with him.
Someone crashes on the other side of Harry. Stiles registers that a bushy-haired witch has thrown herself next to Harry, crying and screaming that it isn't fair.
Her words sound like they are underwater. But Stiles thinks he's the one underwater because it feels like he's the one drowning.
''Harry, Harry, Harry, we were supposed to be happy here, we-we were going to start over, why are you leaving us? Why? It's not fair! You have fought so hard. It's not fair. It's not fair!'' The witch seems like she is screaming and crying, and Stiles can relate.
Rage is now surging through him, and he can't believe that this is happening, first, he lost Derek, but he could come back. Stiles knows he could come back, somehow, sometime, he would come back to Stiles and Harry.
But now Harry is gone. Gone. Gone.
All because of a stupid, crazy bitch trying to gain power.
All because of a chopped-down tree with too much power. Power that lured monsters to Beacon Hills, a tree that was the cause of all the shit happening in Beacon Hills.
Stiles had wanted to help the tree, and this is how he gets repaid? Well. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want that tree in Beacon Hills. He wants revenge.
Before he knows what is happening, he has apparated to the Nemeton without saying anything to the others.
In front of him is the tree.
''It's your fault.'' He says hoarsely before climbing to his feet.
''IT'S YOUR FAULT!'' He bellows, feeling his magic cloud the clearing. His anchors are gone. His boyfriends are gone. Lost to him, and Stiles is losing himself in a darkness invading his heart.
''BECAUSE OF YOU, HE'S DEAD!'' He feels his magic lashing out to the tree. Something inside the tree seems to crack. But Stiles pays it no mind. He sinks back to his knees on top of the tree that wrecked his world. Turned it upside down.
He doesn't register the black smoke pouring out of the tree.
''Is this how you repay the favor? We tried to protect you. And you threw it all in our face.'' Stiles says in a broken voice.
The tree doesn't respond, but Stiles didn't expect it to.
He closes his eyes, sobbing and curling in on himself. ''It hurts so much,'' He whispers. ''Everything hurts.''
We can take the pain.
Stiles's head snaps up, and he looks around wildly. ''Who is there?'' He asks in a hoarse voice.
We can fill up the void in your heart Stiles.
Against his better judgment, Stiles responds to the voice in his head.
''Nobody can fill up the void. I loved them, still love them, and now Harry is gone, and I don't know where Derek is.'' He's getting choked up again, and a sob tears out of his throat.
We can help, you just have to let us in, Stiles.
The eery voice is inside his head, and Stiles shakes it to get rid of it. It feels dark, cold. He only knows bad things will happen if he gives in.
''No.''
Just let go, Stiles, let go, and let us take care of everything.
''N-no.'' He responds again, he can feel himself shaking, and when he looks down at his body, he sees that dark shadows are trying to crawl up. He starts wiping it away, trying to get rid of it, but the shadows don't move away, only crawl even more onto Stiles's body, and he gives a choked-up cry.
Let us in!
The shadow bellows inside his head, and he grasps his head in a panic.
''Go away!'' Stiles yells, but he hears the shadow's echo around him. Inside him.
LET US IN!
The pain he was feeling from losing Harry and Derek intensifies, and the echo is the only thing he can hear. He knows he's screaming because his mouth is open, and his throat is hurting, but the echo rules over it.
The darkness inside of you is ours, Stiles. We are the void. We are chaos.
Stiles can't even respond. He feels himself fall down onto the stump and can only think that this is better. That the darkness is better because who wants to live with this pain?
It will be better if he doesn't wake up.
He stops fighting, and the void inside of him fills with something, and the shadow only laughs in triumph.
Sooooooooo, yeah, that happened.
I used a little of one of the episodes of Teen Wolf - Hotel California - because I really wanted the part where the werewolves go crazy and that scene between Stiles and Scott is just *chef's kiss* awesome! I did alter it a little because Erica wasn't there in the episode of course, and the twins are also not at school in my story.
You guys probably already know what is possessing Stiles, but if you don't, hint hint, it's the Nogitsune!
The next chapter will have Derek's POV!
I hope you liked the chapter! Please don't kill me for the cliffy! And let me know what you think of the chapter!
xx MBlack93