Peter woke up slowly, blinking his eyes open, as he took in his surroundings, digging his fingers into the mattress underneath him. He was still in his hospital bed but everything had changed. The man that he had attacked sat in a chair in the corner, his green eyes peering at him steadily. His wolf curled within him, slow and sluggish to meet his awakening. The man opposite him cleared his throat and he wanted to bear his throat to the human before him. Peter growled and took a deep breath, trying to figure out what the man was.
He stretched and sat up on the bed, closing his eyes momentarily to figure out what that tug was. He no longer felt the thin, ragged presence of his niece or nephew but instead… There was something tying him to the man in front of him.
"Who are you?" Peter questioned, his eyes narrowing. He took in a deep breath as he tried to figure out the man, scenting human but not much else. Well, there was power but he didn't know what kind of power it was. There was a vague memory of being frozen in place by something but it was hazy and not fully formed. He figured it was due to having just woken up.
The man stared at him and then heaved out a deep sigh. "Harry Potter. You can call me Harry. And you're Peter Hale."
Peter raised an eyebrow at the man. "The fuck did you do to me?"
Harry sighed, his eyes straying to the medical notes at the end of the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked like he had slept in the chair though Peter couldn't smell any discomfort from the man that would indicate that he had fallen asleep in a hospital chair. "You needed an alpha."
"I don't need anyone much less a human alpha."
"Your pack's gone, Peter. MACUSA sent me to investigate something in Beacon Hills and I found you. What the fuck happened to you and the Hale family?"
"MACUSA?"
"Didn't your emissary tell you?"
Peter growled as his eyes narrowed. "Didn't he tell us what?"
Harry's nose wrinkled and he shrugged. "All emissaries within packs are supposed to… Peter, there's a whole world of wizards and witches that's hidden. MACUSA is the ruling branch in the States. In England, we have the Ministry of Magic. I was here as a consultant though I think I was… summoned here by something."
Peter's eyes narrowed and he could feel his wolf pacing within his mind, growling almost. He wanted to go and ask Deaton what the fuck he was doing. He knew Harry wasn't lying. The man was being truthful right now and there were no outward signs of lying, no heartbeat jolting, no sweating. There was just an intrigued frown and Harry was looking at him thoughtfully, his eyes darkening.
"I'm a wizard. That's how I brought you out of your coma," Harry continued. "It's also how I'm keeping people from coming into this room but that's another story. Besides you can't just go attacking people."
"I need to get revenge for my family, for my pack. I can't do that if I'm not an alpha. I need more power."
Harry's eyes flashed and glowed, not like the colors of werewolf eyes, but more with power. Peter licked his lips as he idly wondered how powerful Harry really was. Harry stood up and took a step towards the bed, his arms lose at his sides as he stalked towards the bed. Peter swallowed even as Harry stopped right before the bed and bared his neck.
Harry raised an eyebrow but reached out a hand to curl around Peter's neck, squeezing slightly. Peter whined at the touch, relaxing enough in the hold, his eyes closing. Warmth flickered through him, unlike what the flames had felt like, but more… soothing. A whine tore its way out of his throat as Harry's fingers tightened and then withdrew.
"No attacking random people," Harry muttered as he stepped back. "I can help you find out what happened to your family but I need to check in with mine first."
"Your family?"
"Not blood family but…" Harry trailed off, crossing his arms. "Friends. And then you are going to tell me everything you remember about that day six years ago."
Peter stared at the man, his heart jolting in his chest as he watched Harry move back and reach into his pocket for something. "You are not pack."
Harry raised an eyebrow as he took out a mirror. "I'm your alpha though. And that tops pack. At least for the time being."
"I am not-"
"You don't have to tell me any pack secrets. Just tell me what exactly happened the day of the fire," Harry retorted, glaring at him.
Peter smirked as Harry raised his voice.
"You're going to be like this for the duration of this… aren't you?"
"Possibly."
Harry rolled his eyes and then turned around, spoke two words, and then Peter could not hear a single thing from the other man. It was like the corner where Harry stood had gone dark, like there was nothing and no one there but Peter could see the man's lips moving and see that he was looking into the mirror.
"Harry, what's going on? Ron says you cloaked yourself."
Harry sighed and looked at Hermione in the mirror, running a hand through his already wild hair. "Something happened."
Hermione snorted. "Something always happens with you, Harry."
"I told you about that feeling I had. The one that pulled me towards Beacon Hills?"
"Yes. Did you find anything? Or the cause as to the… pull?"
"Not yet. But I found… there was a werewolf in the local hospital," Harry explained, pondering Peter Hale and his situation. "To make a long story short, he was about to go feral."
Hermione's eyes narrowed in thought. "A werewolf in… a muggle hospital?"
"Yeah. He was badly burned from a fire six years ago. Anyway… I woke him up and he attacked me."
"Are you alright?"
"I am but I kind of… in the process… I became his alpha."
Hermione blinked. "You… became his alpha? I've never heard or read about a human becoming… an alpha."
"I forced his wolf to submit."
Hermione stared at him through the mirror, her eyes going wide.
Harry grinned a little. "I know. I know. But I'm his alpha now and I'm going to help him find out what happened to his family."
"What's his name?" Hermione questioned faintly, crossing her arms in thought.
"He was a part of the Hale pack."
"Hale… I've never heard of them."
"Nor did Peter know about us," Harry added, wrinkling his nose. "Most emissaries of werewolf packs are supposed to tell their alphas about wizards and witches. Whoever the Hale pack emissary was… didn't do a good job."
"Or it could have been the alpha's decision," Hermione suggested idly.
"I suppose. I don't know. I'll ask him," Harry said. "I don't know what happened so…"
"I'll tell Shacklebolt you'll be busy for the next few days if not the next week. Ron can let your department head know."
"Thanks. I just didn't want another Greyback to happen, Hermione," Harry remarked quietly.
Hermione shuddered and nodded. "Of course. I don't want another Greyback running around either. I suspect MACUSA wouldn't."
"Alright. I'll check in in a few days," Harry said.
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Harry reached out and pulled apart his secrecy ward, calling his magic back in and peered at Peter Hale. The man was watching him intently, his brown eyes narrowed with something like curiosity. Most of the signs of scarring by now had disappeared, leaving pale pink, new skin and Harry idly wondered what Peter looked like underneath the hospital robes.
"Were you talking to the magic mirror again?"
Harry snorted at Peter's words, his lips twitching up into a small grin..
"I was. I was asking who the prettiest person in the room was," Harry retorted.
Peter smirked at him. "Strangely enough I don't believe you."
Harry grinned and then shrugged.
"Alright. What happened the day of the fire? I need all the details," Harry started, walking over to sit on the lone chair in the room and turning it to face Peter. "What was the name of your alpha anyway?"
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Talia Hale. She was my sister and our alpha."
"Then Laura Hale was your niece. The reports say that only Laura and Derek Hale survived the fire."
"Yes. They are a pack of two now," Peter remarked before he swung his legs off the bed.
"I remember… the scent of wolfsbane before the fire started. The Argents were in town at the time and Talia was… not as worried as I hoped she would be."
"Wolfsbane?"
"It's toxic to us werewolves."
Harry blinked and then thought back to what he remembered of Remus. "My godfather's boyfriend… took a wolfsbane potion to control himself during full moons."
Peter raised an eyebrow at that. "He was a werewolf?"
"Yes."
"That would have sickened him," Peter remarked, his eyes narrowing. "He willingly took it?"
"To keep his mind during transformations, yes. He never really… You seem… more comfortable in your body than he was. Though he was bitten as a child. When were you lot bitten?"
Peter shook his head. "The Hale pack are born wolves. That's what makes us special."
"You can be born a werewolf?"
"Yes."
Harry let out a noise of consideration before shrugging. "Alright then. So you remember smelling wolfsbane before the fire started. And the Argents? Who are they?"
"They are hunters. A family of hunters. They're led by women. Victoria Argent is the matriarch of the family and then Gerard is her second in command. Chris Argent… is the only hunter in the family I only somewhat trust. The man… I dated him for a few weeks when we were in school together."
"Hmmm. Any other hunters I should be aware of?"
"Kate Argent is one. I am not sure where she was during the fire."
Harry nodded as he leaned back against the chair, pondering Peter's words. "You smelling wolfsbane… Do you remember if any members of your pack tried to escape?"
"A few did. The children mostly but… the wolfsbane kept us from escaping."
Harry shuddered, remembering walking through Peter's mind. "I suppose… We need to go to the police station first. I want to look at the police report of that day."
"I want to come with you."
"Fine. Let me go deal with the doctors. And maybe we should go get you some clothes," Harry added as an afterthought.
"You don't like what you're seeing?" Peter questioned, smirking at him.
Harry raised an eyebrow and then winked at him, returning Peter's smirk with one of his own. "I love what I'm seeing."
Peter blinked and then smiled, baring more teeth than was dinner table acceptable.
Harry stood up off his chair and walked over to the door. "No killing anyone while I'm signing you out."
"Scout's honor."
Harry laughed and then strode out the door, heading over to the nurse's station.
Peter moved through the clothing store idly, picking some shirts and jeans off racks as he moved. Harry had stayed by the front of the store, keeping an eye on the streets of Beacon Hills as Peter looked through clothes. The card Harry had given him stayed in his pocket while he changed from hospital clothes to clothes that weren't that conspicuous.
The man had said something along the lines of not giving away Peter's situation so he wasn't going to use his own bank account, or draw money from the pack account that Talia had set up.
Peter sighed as he drew on comfortable clothes once again, the smooth material causing a shiver to go up his back. Harry hadn't said anything about a limit so… Peter smirked and wondered as to Harry's sexuality, wondered if Harry had just been toying with him back at the hospital.
He found some clothes that fit, kept one outfit on, and paid for everything, using Harry's card. The clerk didn't even comment on Peter but he could smell attraction coming from her at his appearance. He smiled at her as he finished paying, idly noting that despite the expanse of the clothes, Harry's card covered everything. It seemed that his new alpha was wealthy.
He strode out through the door of the store and inhaled deeply, enjoying being outside and not penned up in a hospital where all he smelled was sickness, sweat, blood and death. The sky was blue above him, blue and cloudless and beautiful. Harry was leaning against a lightpost across the street and Peter crossed the street, tucking his hands into his pockets, and walked right up to Harry.
The man blinked and stared at him, his eyes narrowing before he licked his lips. "My, you really clean up well."
Peter smirked.
Harry dipped his head in a nod, amusement in his eyes and a good bit of heat then gestured in the direction of the police station. "Let's go."
Peter smiled and waited a moment before opening his mouth. "It's good to have a sugar daddy."
Harry froze, stopping in his tracks before he turned around. "Never say that ever again."
"How about my alpha?"
"Oh my god, Peter, stop talking." Harry walked off, his arms at his sides.
Peter grinned and fell into step with the other man.
"This isn't the time," Harry muttered, before turning to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you want me to pin you up against the wall over there and fuck you?"
Peter swallowed and saw some people stop in their tracks as they heard them. "Rain check?"
Harry snorted. "You just got out of the hospital. Yeah, later."
