Derek's wolf hackles were raised, he wasn't happy having two Argents in his den. He ignored his wolf though in favor for settling the omega onto his new bed. It wasn't much, just a mattress on the floor with some blankets and a pillow, but Remus had pointed out that Harry preferred sleeping on the floor over a bed. Sadly, it was all the omega knew. He hoped that with the mattress on the floor that the boy would learn to use it. Sleeping on the hard floor couldn't be good for the body, or healthy.

Peter was casually leaning against the wall watching as his nephew fussed over the small omega. "He does smell amazing. Is he house trained?"

Remus' eyes flashed at the other beta. He was having a hard time reading Peter Hale, one minute he seemed to be caring, the next a total dick. "Harry never had access to a toilet or was taught, it's not his fault if he has accidents. He does know how to use a bucket, but I have a spell on him that will take care of it most of the time. He will still need to learn though."

Derek brushed the dark matted hair away from the omega's face, he could just picture the look on Lydia's face seeing Harry's unkept hair. "How long will the spell last? I think right now we should concentrate on getting him settled and use to the pack."

"I can renew the spell everyday, but it's not a hundred percent effective as you saw yesterday when he peed himself in fear."

Derek grimaced, he never considered the boy not knowing how to use the bathroom, but he should have. The poor omega had spent almost his entire life locked in a basement and then the last two years drugged out of his mind. The boy was nothing more than a feral animal.

Tilting his head to the side, Peter looked out the window. "Deaton is coming."

Remus stiffened, but his brother reached out and touched his hand. Chris found that touch helps calm his brother. "Deaton is a Druid, Remus, he won't hurt Harry."

"He's also our emissary," Derek explained. "I called him out to look over Harry and to get his advice."

Chris looked down at his watch. "You have about an hour before he starts waking."

Derek stood up from where he was crouching next to the omega. "Peter, go greet Deaton," he ordered. Normally, as alpha, he would greet Deaton or any other guests coming to the pack house, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the omega's side. The instinct to protect the boy was almost overwhelming.

***HP

Leaning back on his heels with a look of wonder on his face, Deaton looked to the alpha. "It's incredible, even I thought the stories about true born omegas where just made up tales. I can't believe I'm actually looking at one."

"How can we help him?" Derek asked gruffly. The entire time Deaton had been examining the boy he had been fighting his wolf for control. His wolf wasn't happy with the Druid touching the omega and getting his stink all over him.

Deaton scratched the back of his neck in thought. "I'm going to do some research and consult some colleagues of mine, but I think you have a pretty solid plan. Expose him to the pack, let him observe how you all interact with each other, but don't force him to participate. What has me most concerned though, is his heats. The omega is almost sixteen years old, and if the stories are accurate, he will experience a heat four times a year after his sixteenth birthday."

Derek paled at hearing that. Other than being insanely protective of the omega, he had no desire to mount and claim him, but that could be because the omega was underage. The boy already smelled amazing, if he went into heat he feared that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from claiming the boy.

"Is there something you can give him to stop the heats?" Remus asked, his stomach wanting to rebel at the thought of someone claiming his broken cub.

Deaton sighed, "I honestly don't know, but I will see what I can do. Luckily we still have a few months before he turns sixteen, and if we're lucky his heats will be delayed because of the condition he is in."

"Well, the omega hasn't had much luck so far," Peter snorted. "I suggest preparing a room in the basement for him to ride out his heats in."

Remus clenched his fists, he desperately wanted to curse the beta, but Peter was right, Harry didn't have the best of luck. "I'll see if I can come up with something magically to prevent his heats or at least block his scent, but I'm not very hopeful that I will find anything. The wizarding world looks down on creatures and can't be bothered with finding ways to help them."

"Maybe your potions master friend can help?" Chris suggested.

Remus really didn't want to contact Severus, not unless it was absolutely necessary. He just didn't want to run the risk of Dumbledore or the Ministry tracking him. He was sure by now that it was known that he had kidnapped Harry Potter. "I will think about it. Severus is very busy with teaching right now and I don't have an easy way of contacting him."

"Not to mention you don't want to be found," Chris pointed out.

"Your ministry doesn't know that you have The-Boy-Who-Live?" Deaton asked with a frown.

Remus tensed. "You know who Harry is?"

Deaton looked back at the boy, his famous scar standing out brightly on his sickly pale forehead. "Druids and wizards normally don't mingle, but I like to keep up to date with what's going on in all supernatural communities. I have read about the famous Harry Potter, though there has been nothing new written about him in years. The last I heard he was off being trained by elite hit wizards."

Remus snorted. "A lie to cover up the fact that they left a wizard in the hands of magic hating muggles."

"Hopefully we don't end up with wizards popping up on our doorstep demanding that we hand over their golden child?" Peter sneered.

Remus nodded his head in agreement. "We covered our tracks well and I don't foresee them looking for us, but I can't guarantee it. If they end up having a use for him, they will come looking."

"I'll keep an ear out," Deaton offered. "I have some contacts in wizarding Britain."

Derek tensed when the omega started stirring. "Let's leave him, he's going to be out of sorts as is, he doesn't need all of us towering over him."

"Should we lock him in for now?" Chris asked with uncertainty. He knew that Hale wanted Harry to observe the pack, he was just worried about the boy flipping out.

"No!" Derek bit out. "The omega will no longer be locked away, at least not while he is under my care."

Remus grinned at hearing that, he was really starting to like and respect the Hale alpha.

***HP

Derek growled lowly at his betas. "Stop staring at him," he warned. For the first hour he let his pack gawk at the omega who was cowering in his room off of the living room, they were curious and needed to take in the sight and scent of their new pack mate, but now their staring was getting ridicules.

"The omega smells so different," Issac pointed out as he reluctantly averted his eyes.

"It's hard to explain, but he smells like home," Boyd said wistfully. His grandmother, who had raised him, passed away two years ago and if it hadn't been for the pack he would have been all alone. The omega's scent reminded him of his childhood home, sweet, warm, and welcoming. It made him yearn for one of his grandmother's hugs.

Lydia grimaced as she looked to the boy. "He needs a bath, a haircut, and some clothes." The omega was topless, the only clothes he had on was a pair of boxers.

"He doesn't like clothes," Derek chuckled, remembering the putout look the omega gave when he realized he wouldn't be able to remove his boxers. As soon as he woke he had torn off his shirt and sweatpants, but Remus had spelled it so the boxers couldn't be removed.

Issac's lips turned down in a frown. "He's so scared," he said, rubbing at his chest. He could scent the omega's feelings and there was so much fear and loneliness.

Derek felt bad, the omega was terrified. He had himself curled in a ball in the farthest corner in his room, his eyes wide and full of fear as he stared at them. He wasn't truly staring, he was looking in their direction and tracking their movements, but he wasn't making eye contact with any of them. He wished that there was an easier, less stressful way to help the cub, but sadly he couldn't think of any.

Scott's eyes kept glancing back and forth between his cell phone and the omega, he was curious about the teen, but earlier that day Allison had given him her number and he had been texting her ever since school let out. It may sound cheesy, but it was love at first sight for him. He was head over heels in love with the hunter's daughter...and Derek was going to kill him.

Sighing, Derek looked away from the omega. It hurt the alpha in him to see the poor omega in such bad shape and so scared and not be able to instantly help him. He just wanted to take all the boy's pain and fear away and shower him with love and affection.

Burying every instinct that was screaming at him to go to the omega, Derek started heading to the kitchen. "Stiles, will your father be joining us for dinner tonight?" It was Friday so that meant pack night. Every night everyone in the pack got together to have dinner and hang out, it was great bonding time for them.

"Yuppers!" Stiles cried from where he was sitting at the table typing away at his laptop. He had moved on from researching true born omegas to how to tame wild animals. The omega may not be a true wild animal, but he was damn close to it. "Dad said that Parrish is coming too, hope that's okay?"

Derek grunted an affirmative. Parrish wasn't pack, but he was pack adjacent. As a hell hound he was more of a lone wolf, but he still hung out on occasions to keep close to the pack. The hell hound also had it bad for Lydia, and while she was into him too, she was playing hard to get. When Jackson had up and left without telling anyone, without even telling her, his girlfriend, it had hit Lydia hard. Lydia had loved Jackson with all her heart and, now after him hurting her, she was too scared to open her heart up to Parrish. It was a shame because Parrish was a good man. Parrish was the type of man that would worship the ground Lydia walked on and do everything in his power to give her the moon. After what Jackson put her through, Lydia deserved a man a good as Parrish. He just hoped that Lydia wouldn't fall for Jackson again when he returned.

Grabbing his backpack, Stiles stood up and approached Derek who was checking on the dinner in the oven. "Hey, Derek, can I try to give Harry something?"

Straightening up, Derek looked to his human beta in surprise. Stiles was the first to call Harry by his name, not omega or boy. "You have something for Harry?"

Fidgeting slightly, Stiles dug into his backpack and pulled out a well worn, black and grey stuffed wolf. "It's not new or anything, it was mine when I was a kid, but I figured if we all pass the wolf around and cuddle with it for a bit, that it will smell like us and that maybe it will help him get use to us. He also doesn't have anything personal, nothing that is just his. I hoped that maybe Mr. Grrr will give him some comfort."

"Mr. Grr?" Derek questioned with a smirk. "You named your stuffed wolf Mr. Grr?"

"I was five," Stiles huffed, his face turning red.

Peter entered the kitchen with a mischievous look on his face. "Don't let him tease you, pup, Derek had a stuffed wolf that he named Mr. Foo Foo Woof."

Derek rolled his eyes when Stiles started laughing like a drunk hyena. "I was three," he defended. "And yes, you can give Mr. Grr to Harry. Just be careful because he attacks if he feels threatened." Derek wanted to go with Stiles to Harry's room, but Harry was going to have to learn how to interact with the pack on his own.

"He bites," Peter warned seriously. "Argent's side is littered with scars from where the omega has taken a bite out of him. Just stay out of striking reach and you should be fine."

Scott joined his pack in the kitchen. "I don't think Stiles should go in there, the kid is dangerous. You heard that shit about that other omega killing most her pack. I know you want to help the kid, but I don't want to see my best friend hurt."

Stiles scoffed. "I can handle myself dude, or do you forget how I handled you after you were bitten?"

"That's not the same!" Scott whined.

"No, it's not the same," Derek agreed, his eyes flashing red. "You were angry and out of control and you could have killed Stiles, Harry is just terrified. Harry isn't attacking with the intentions of hurting, he's attacking to protect himself. All he has known is pain and suffering and he needs our help."

Taking a deep breath, Stiles stood up straighter. "I'm going in dude."

"After you get everyone to rub their scent on the wolf," Derek reminded.

"Oh, right. Catch dude!"

Since he had been looking at his phone again, Scott hadn't been paying attention and the stuffed wolf hit him right in the face. "Dude, ouch!"

Peter shook his head in exasperation. "I can't believe he's a wolf!"

***HP

"Okay," Stiles said as he took a deep breath.

Grinning, Issac kicked his feet up on the coffee table. "You're going to get bit," he sang gleefully.

Stiles slowly stepped into the omega's room. "You're not going to bite me, are you, friend?" he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't sure if the kid understood what he was saying, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was talking...especially when he was nervous.

"Be careful, son," John warned anxiously.

As soon as Stiles stepped fully into the room, the omega started to growl lowly. Not wanting to tower over the kid, he stooped so he was almost on his knees. "I brought you a gift," he said softly as he held out the stuffed wolf. He was far enough away that the omega wasn't attacking, but he was growling as he stared at him in fear.

"This use to be one of my favorite stuffies, but I figured that you could use it more than me. Everyone in the pack spent time putting their scent on it, hopefully it will help you get use to us. You're lucky, a day later and this would have had Jackson's stink all on it. That just would have been..." Stiles gave a visible shiver. "Anyway, I hope you like him, his names Mr. Grr."

Stiles placed the stuffed wolf in front of him, about three feet away from the omega. The boy was growling and tense and he didn't want to press his luck by getting any closer. Getting bit by a feral omega wolf human was the last thing he wanted to experience. "Uhm, I guess that's all," he said awkwardly as he started scooting backwards. "Welcome to the pack, Harry."

Scott reached out a grabbed his best friend by the back of his shirt and yanked him out of the room. "Are you okay? You didn't get bit, did you?"

Rolling his eyes, Stiles smacked Scott's hands away. "Dude, watch the shirt. This Batman shirt is brand new and set me back thirty bucks."

"Really, Scott, you heard and saw everything," Lydia pointed out as though she were speaking to a toddler. "Did you see Stiles get bitten?"

Blushing, Scott shrugged his shoulder. "Sorry, I was just worried. We really don't know much about this kid and what he can do?"

Derek blocked out Scott and the rest of his betas and watched as the omega slowly crawled on his hands and knees towards the stuffed wolf. The kid reeked of fear, but his curiosity was overruling his fear. The poor omega was trembling and his eyes were darting all over the place, but every few seconds his eyes would land back on stuffed animal.

Holding his breath, Derek watched as the omega leaned in to sniff the wolf. He had a hard time suppressing his laughter when the soft fur tickled the boy's nose and set him into a sneezing fit.

"What is he doing?" Issac asked when the omega dropped to the floor and started rolling back and forth on the stuffed animal.

"Covering up your stink with his own," Peter snorted.

Derek grinned when the boy picked the stuffie up then scampered back against the wall. "That was a good idea you had, Stiles. Thank you."

Stiles grinned from ear to ear as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He loved helping the pack and he loved when the alpha praised him. Hopefully his old stuffed wolf will bring the omega some comfort.

***HP

It was late, the pack was either asleep upstairs or back at home in their beds. With a yawn, Derek approached the omega's room. Even though he hadn't done much physically that day, he was exhausted and ready to collapse. The past few hours had been an emotional roller coaster, he was worried about the omega and he felt completely helpless when it came to helping him. Still, what he was doing was better than the boy being drugged up or locked alone behind steel doors.

Peter stopped by his nephew on his way to bed. "You're doing a good thing, Derek. I know I give you a hard, but that's only because I care about you. Your mother would be proud of you."

Derek was feeling a bit choked up, it was very rare for Peter to talk so kindly to him. He loved his uncle, but the man was normally a sarcastic dick. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

Peter cleared his throat. "Well, enough of the mushy shit, what are you doing about the cub tonight? I know you don't want to lock him up, but I don't think it's safe to leave him alone down here."

Derek looked to the cub in question, the boy had hardly moved all night. He was still cowering against the wall clinging to the wolf that Stiles had given him. The poor omega was still reeking of fear and he hadn't touched any food they gave him. "I'm going to shift and sleep in the room with him. I'll probably just sleep at the opening of the door so I'll know if he tries to slip by. I don't think he will though, the cub is damn near paralyzed with fear."

"Then I'm off to bed," Peter proclaimed with a small yawn.

After Peter left the room, Derek undressed then shifted to his full wolf form. He didn't mind sleeping fully shifted, but he would rather sleep in a bed than on the floor. He was willing to put up with the smaller discomfort though for the omega.

Padding into the bedroom, Derek paused when the young boy jumped and started to try to scramble farther away despite him already being against the wall. Realizing that he had nowhere to go, the cub let out a high pitch whining cry then shifted into his adolescent wolf form.

Derek was still in awe that the omega could shift at such a young age, and had been doing it since he was three. He had never heard of a natural shifter shifting at such a young age. Shaking his head when the young cub got tangled up in his boxers, he rumbled calmly to the kid then laid down onto his side, exposing his vulnerable belly to the omega. He wasn't submitting to the boy, just showing him that he wasn't going to hurt him.

Closing his eyes, but only half way so he could keep an eye on the omega, he watched as the young wolf picked up the stuffed wolf with his teeth then walked as far away from him as he could before laying down. Honestly, it hadn't been a bad first day with the feral omega, it could have gone a hell of a lot worse. He was expecting bad days though, a lot of them. He wasn't going to give up though, the boy deserved someone to fight for him. As far as him and his wolf were concerned, Harry was pack.