Is This The World We Created

Chapter 7

Harry stared blindly at the wall, during the last two hours, dozens upon dozens of timeline dates and information had been added to it. He could scarcely believe what the group had been through, it was horrendous really. What's worse was that it had all gone on under the radar, if MACUSA had known…there would have been no need for all this, the Aurors would have taken care of it. The strain the teens had been under due to the consequences of that ritual they performed, the signs leading up to possession, saving Malia Tate, a girl they later learned was Peter's daughter…putting her straight into a damn school setting after being in animal form for years! He did not understand that mindset, how anyone could be so idiotic he did not know.

Honestly, he begun to wonder if the Hales were not feline – seven lives and all – not canine they seem to get out of trouble almost as much as he was able to by sheer dumb luck. Stiles had a very, very difficult time of it, as the strongest and the most danger to him – out of the three – the Chaos demon had chosen him. Slowly driving Stiles insane enough to let him in. Which he had done, to protect Malia apparently.

It wasn't a surprise that Derek was the one to figure out Stiles was the Nogitsune, the boy was his mate, and it showed that Scott was very self-absorbed. Even Ron would have figured out there was something wrong with him much sooner. He was impressed that despite everything Stiles was still cognizant enough to actually play a game of chess with the Nogitsune, he had the most wonderful mind Harry had ever encountered. Peter of course, noticed that it was Stiles chess moves and not the Nogitsune apparently.

That only two of the group died was a miracle in and on itself, truly. Although, he doubted Chris Argent felt that way. It had been his daughter who died, protecting Isaac, who Isaac still loved very much and mourned. Aiden died taking out one of the Oni, leaving behind a devastated twin brother. Then Scott bites the demon – Nogitsune – and Kira stabbed it and thus ended one particular problem.

The problems however, just kept on coming. Nobody it seemed would let the Hales have a break, or let their enemies actually die. Kate Argent shoots and kidnaps Derek to take him to New Mexico, to perform a ritual, and turned him into a teenager! All for a damn medallion she thought would give her control of herself, the utter idiot. Trusting her again – however unknowingly – after what happened…that must have been a damn kick in the gut, it truly added insult to injury. During that time, over one hundred and seventeen million was stolen from the Hale vault, that amount made him wince in sympathy. Until he realized what it was being used for of course, which made him amend his statement, that truly was the biggest insult to injury. The money was used to hunt down and kill anything supernatural in Beacon Hills, a 'deadpool' enacted by a Benefactor. Satomi's pack were killed, Peter then apparently agrees to help Kate – which made Harry snort derisively there was no way it was a genuine offer – and of course, they unlock the rest of the Deadpool, its curious enough that Malia had been written as a Hale despite nobody knowing her origins except her mother perhaps depending on what Talia wiped from her mind. Meredith was found out to be behind the Benefactor, only for Peter to realize he was the mastermind behind it, unknowingly, it had been something he was thinking about after being set on fire and in excruciating agony. Meredith's mind had melded with his own, stealing his thoughts, hence how they knew about the money. His money.

The others believing Peter was betraying them yet again, had handed him off to Eichen House. Harry had closed his eyes in disgust, the hospital just accepted four teenagers bringing in an adult and imprisoned him. What the fucking hell was wrong with Beacon Hills?

Then there was Theo manipulating everyone, except for Stiles of course, who was smart enough not to trust him. The Dread Doctors, their experiments. Then there was Donovan who attacked Stiles and paid the price, being killed in the process and Scott's words. Merlin, Harry was utterly disgusted with Scott, he truly didn't understand why Stiles was so loyal to the piece of shit. Not to forget how your own mother could have you committed, surely she knew about the supernatural world, she had to, her mother and daughter were showing signs of being Banshees. Her powers becoming stronger, the break out.

How it only took two hours to tell this entire tale was lost on Harry, one bad thing after another kept happening. None more shocking to Harry than the knowledge the Wild Hunt had came to Beacon Hills to wipe out the entire county. That was a big glaring red flag that magic was about to be exposed on a massive scale, it had been their attempt to prevent it, but in the end they'd foiled the Wild Hunt's plans, and hadn't that been a shock for the Hale Pack to learn why the Wild Hunt actually really hunted. The knowledge that if they'd let it happen the world wouldn't be in the state it was, but they hadn't seen the bigger picture. Why would they? Who really knows of the Wild Hunts? They were the oldest of all gods, the protectors set down by Hecate herself. It didn't surprise him that Peter managed to get himself out of impossible situations, from Eichen House to the Wild Hunt, his mate couldn't have been more like him if he tried.

Then there was everyone banding together to defeat the final threat before the world went to hell. Including Derek, who had left Beacon Hills and his mate behind but returned immediately to help. His selflessness would have been nauseating to Harry if he too wouldn't have done the same thing however grudgingly. Harry suspected it was more to do with helping Stiles than anything Scott said. After everything Derek had been through, Harry couldn't blame him, he'd done the same thing, left it all behind.

"I tried to talk to Scott when I learned he was spending time talking to hunters from Liam," Stiles admitted, eyes shadowed, boy did he try. "Unfortunately Scott hadn't really trusted me since Donovan, not really, despite what he says. I didn't need to be a werewolf to figure out he was lying."

"It didn't help that Stiles had begun spending more time with myself and my nephew," Peter added, eyes flashing just thinking of Scott McCall, the utter fool, he still couldn't get over the fact that the brat had worked with Deaton to steal the damn Hale Alpha spark and he'd been bought into it, the lie they'd concocted.

Harry nodded, Stiles and Derek would have been drawn to each other, both were magical, it had been inevitable really especially once Stiles came of age.

"Scott wasn't even listening to me," Liam admitted, eyes sorrowful, "He was being all so secretive, and pleased with himself, like he was doing something really good. Working with hunters was never a good idea, in the end Stiles suggested Chris as a last resort. He was a hunter, and someone Scott still trusted, if he was willing to listen to anyone it would be him."

Harry's gaze coolly found Chris, waiting for him to speak, which he hadn't any of since defending his daughter. However, judging by his pinched demeanour, he'd definitely bitten his tongue or cheek to stop himself saying something during the tale.

"Its true, Liam and Stiles called me about their worries," Chris replied curtly, as if giving a report to a superior officer. "I didn't share their concerns immediately, I didn't think he would be stupid enough to work for hunters again after having to deal with…my sister and father." He confessed, shaking his head. "However, when I called him, the more he spoke the more alarmed I became. He had somehow been convinced that society should become aware of the supernatural world, that it would only be fair. It would stop what happened to him happening to someone else, and why should they have to hide when they had the ability to make their lives better? He believed he was doing it for the 'greater good' as it were. He sounded like a fanatic and I could not get through to him or express how bad an idea it was enough to get through. Ultimately, he said I should have just trusted him and hung up."

Harry swallowed thickly, oh, how he hated that term.

"That is a term that Deaton liked to parrot along with his non-interference spiel." Peter explained, his lip curling into one of disgust.

"So was it the hunters or Deaton? Or a combination of both of them? Maybe even working together?" Marcus asked, frowning deeply.

"Probably both, but I do not think Deaton worked with hunters willingly, not that I ever saw, he did what he had to in order to survive." Chris admitted, "When I heard Scott's words and when he refused to answer the phone…I got the first available flight to California, I had to get him to change his mind…but before I got on the plane…it was on the news for everyone to see."

"My dad immediately went to Scott, tired to get him to convince everyone it had been a prank, something, anything, he knew what would happen and telling Scott…he might have well been talking to a brick wall." Stiles croaked, "I found out where my dad had gone, walked in on a damn meeting with Scott and the hunters, I called Peter and Derek to help, and I went to find him just in time to see them shoot him. Scott transformed and roared, Peter and Derek showed up, in the scuffle the camera got broken…it didn't see what happened next. He was trying to talk the damn hunter down, as if she hadn't just shot my dad." Even after all those years it still rendered Stiles broken beyond repair to remember what happened. Worse still with the stolen Hale spark…Peter or Derek would have immediately bitten his dad, just for the off chance of survival. They wouldn't have questioned Stiles at all, just did as he asked. They always came to his aid no matter what.

"I was begging with him to bite my dad, to change him, but he refused, he didn't want to 'turn anyone against their will' the fucking bastard." Stiles spat bitterly, his agony prevalent, "Instead he was reprimanding the hunter as if he'd just punched someone not killed them. I kept begging him to do something, that he was killing my dad if he didn't do it, that he was a bloody cowardly little shit," Inhaling sharply, "Nothing worked, he was still arguing with her when my dad's heart gave out, I ran at her, ready to tear her to pieces if need be. Derek stopped me at least until Peter had disarmed her, he understood the need for revenge like nobody else."

Peter smirked, there was nothing kind about it.

"Scott tried to stop me, can you believe it? She'd just killed my dad and he was defending her, I lost it, my magic exploded out of me and tore her to pieces, she died in excruciating agony. Scott…Scott was shocked to the core, he began immediately blaming me for everything that had happened that afternoon. I would have killed him too then and there if Derek hadn't gotten me away…he knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I killed him. Plus, he knew we had to get out of Beacon Hills, had to run. That the entire town was going to be overrun with hunters, wannabe hunters and human police."

"Not that Stiles needed to kill Scott, he was killed a few weeks later, by the looks of it he had been tortured and killed by the hunters he'd helped sell out the supernatural world." Peter said with vindictiveness. The others had never seen the actual state of Scott McCall's body, Peter as much as an asshole as he was, didn't want Stiles to see anyone like that, he'd told them he found Scott and that it wasn't pretty, that he'd deal with it. That pretty much told them all how bad it was, he was used to those sights, he hadn't been the left hand for nothing. "If anything it would have been a mercy if Stiles had done the deed."

"You've disappointed what's left of the supernatural world there, uh, Peter," Marcus said wryly, he was disappointed himself, everyone hated McCall, and would gladly slowly tortuously kill him for what he had done.

"I would have rather got my hands on him myself," Peter added dryly, giving Marcus a look that spoke volumes to what he'd put Scott through…and it wouldn't be just a few weeks of torture.

"How…uh, how long will it take to try the spell?" Stiles asked, regaining his composure, the thought of having his dad back…it was more hope than he'd had in a long time. He'd take it, it's not like he had a lot else to live for anyway…the world was ending and when it did they would die too. So why not give it a try? If it doesn't work they'd only be dying early.

"Give it a few days, we'll try after you've taken another magic replenisher draught," Harry informed them, a thoughtful look on his face. He glanced at Peter, there was a few things he wished to discuss with his mate at some point. "What we've discussed in here…does not get spoken to outside these walls, even with spells is that understood? There are ways to eavesdrop on people that you'll be largely unfamiliar with," giving Stiles a pointed look. "Especially about him, try and keep him hidden. I don't think there's a single werewolf here that hasn't encountered hunters once in their lifetime and that was before the world ended."

Harry did not want to see how betrayed everyone would feel if they knew he was letting a hunter walk amongst them.

"If you let it get out…I'll kill him myself."

"I get it," Stiles said, and he did, he was risking a lot on their group, honestly, he wasn't sure how the pack would feel if the situation was reversed. Probably deliver the same threats if Peter hadn't already stuck his claws in the hunters heart immediately upon learning what he was. It was different for them, since they knew Chris, had survived with him for over half a decade.

"Good," Harry stated firmly, praying he wasn't making a big mistake. "Now Marcus will introduce you to everyone and everything. Explain a few things and get you all something to do for this afternoon." He had to talk to Hermione, decide whether it was worth getting everyone involved with what he had planned and where to take it from there. Not everything of course, just enough for them to realise he's serious.

Then he was going to take a well deserved nap.

-0

"You look like crap, have you had any sleep?" Hermione commented and asked, the second Harry's face became visible in the mirror.

"Not much, I'll have a rest after this," Harry said waving off her concern, "Do you remember that spell we contemplated in the beginning?"

Hermione's brow furrowed, "The Time-travel one?" it was the only other one they actually discussed at great length, all moot since neither could perform the spell. They didn't have the right kind of magic, and hadn't met anyone who could harness that much magic in order to cast the spell.

"Yes, I've found a spark that could do it," Harry confessed, sombrely.

Hermione's eyes widened, "That's why you suggested we all meet up," things clicking into place easily.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "It's a risk, and we're all willing to take it." they had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Hermione remained silent staring at Harry, not sure what to say, what could she say to that.

A chilling chuckle of, "We've nothing left to lose regardless."

"It will work," Hermione declared seriously, "Everything on that does exactly as it's meant to, I can't believe you found someone to make the spell work. How many people do you think he's strong enough to take back?"

"I'd say three at least, but his powers…surpass even my own…I think," Harry confessed, although not if he included his MOD powers, which he didn't. "The less people he takes the farther into the past he will be able to go. I'm thinking limit it to two people."

"That's true," Hermione agreed, "But six maybe seven years at a push is a lot of time to travel, is he prepared for that?"

"I think he's prepared to do anything, he lost his father at the beginning of all this, and he has a strong emotional connection to him." Harry told her, he wished he could say he understood that, but the reality was, he didn't. He hadn't had the pleasure of growing up with loving and supporting parents. "If he focuses on that, he'll get to where he wants to go I have no doubt." Stiles magic worked fundamentally on wish magic, something that wizards find damn near impossible once they hit puberty. Again all it came down to was the fact both were different kinds of magic.

Hermione's eyes gleamed with sadness and a little wetness, she'd lost her own parents getting them to safety. "I know the feeling," So, this Spark and Harry would go back, prevent the world from being destroyed.

Harry grimaced, giving her an apologetic look.

"Okay, I'll set up a meeting for the leaders only," Hermione stated, "How long before you perform the spell?"

"I've suggested waiting a few days until he can get another magic replenishing draught to take, it will mean his powers are at full disposal. Waiting any longer would be entirely too risky, especially with the Nemeta draining him in order to survive." Harry explained, not even giving Hermione a name, just in case anyone tried anything, he didn't want to risk it.

"Okay, I'll set it up for tomorrow afternoon, until then try and get some rest, I'll get in touch with everyone so they know when to meet. I'll let you know this evening the exact time." Hermione told him firmly, she wasn't about to let him try and do everything himself. He desperately needed some sleep. They might be separated by a world gone mad, but she still cared about him very much. "Get some sleep." She added sternly.

"I will, talk later Hermione," Harry said giving her a weak smile, hand raising to hide a yawn.

"We will," Hermione said, her tone softening considerably. "Deactivate!" and with that the mirrors went blank, going back to being exactly that, mirrors. Harry got a glimpse of himself as he stared, shocked by how run down he actually looked, no wonder Hermione was so insistent.

Harry gave one last look at the paperwork on his desk, before sighing, he really shouldn't. There was nothing about the ritual that could be changed, he'd already re-read it a million times over the past six years, as if trying to decipher something he knew was already de-coded. Turning he padded towards his sofa and summoned a cover before laying down.

He was out like a light before his head even properly hit the pillow.

The next thing he knew was two firm knocks, his door, he realized, jerking up, utterly bewildered for a few moments before everything came back to him. He quickly glanced at the time as he waved his hand opening the door, finding that he'd been sleeping soundly for four hours, it certainly helped make him feel rejuvenated. Perhaps he shouldn't mainline coffee quite so much.

"Is it alright to come in?" Peter asked, the door wide open, Peter leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a subtle smirk on his face, enjoying the view.

"Peter," Harry murmured, "Sure, have you eaten yet?"

"It's not time," he pointed out and he hadn't been here long, fortunately, they had firmly memorised the timetable. After going so long without regular meals, they didn't want to miss any. Derek most definitely didn't want Stiles missing any either. Although, they'd had a few meals with Harry, the rest of the time you're supposed to eat in the communal dining room, which by the way was way bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. It reminded him of that series his parents had watched, Dr Who when he was a kid, the Tardis had been bigger on the inside too, he wondered if the show was created by a wizard.

Harry glanced at his watch again, he was quite correct, it wasn't for another ten minutes. "Is everything alright?" he asked out of habit when anyone came to his door.

"Yes," Peter drawled, giving Harry a curious look, going back to his earlier thoughts, the guy definitely didn't have much in the way of social interactions. Everyone only came to him with their problems, it was one of the downsides to being a leader he guessed. It was the same with Alpha's except on the full moon where they actually got to be able to let loose with the rest of the pack. "You don't happen to have the book Deaton used to steal the Hale Alpha by any chance?"

"Many of the packs brought their books, there's probably a copy of the book in the library," Harry mused, "Accio!" his wand hand pointed at the door, waiting for the book he'd summoned to appear. "The library doesn't just have wizarding magic it has Druidic magic too, it has a whole variety," there was never the lack of something to read. "Since this is from the library, remember to return it." it hadn't been a copy from his own library, he handed the requested book over to Peter.

"I hate for all my knowledge…that I was ignorant of so much," Peter admitted darkly, he loathed it.

"That's Druids for you," Harry said simply, it was life, they tried to hoard their knowledge, which had in turn made the Hale pack ignorant in so many ways. "You're probably not the only pack who was severely let down by their Emissary if they were a Druid."

Claws out eyes flashing blue, vowing never again. He'd always thirsted for knowledge, but now? He was like a starving man at a buffet.

"There's something else that has to be discussed with your pack," Harry commented, as food for two people appeared on the table. The House-elves were very good at their job, they knew when he had company that they were to bring up the correct amount.

"Oh?" Peter asked as they sat down. "Shouldn't they be here then?" or perhaps it should have been discussed earlier while they were all here. Then again, Harry had been exhausted, and everyone else had been mentally exhausted after revealing all the past horrors they'd endured. The physical labour had been a welcoming distraction, for all of them.

"You don't discuss everything with them?" Harry rose a brow, staring at Peter as if silently asking if he thought he was stupid. They hadn't survived this long without sharing everything with each other, there was no way.

"Yes," Peter didn't even bat an eyelash at the look, but he was amused.

"I figured as much," Harry said wryly, secrets could end up coming back to bite you in the ass, especially with the way the world was right now.

"So, what is it you actually wanted to discuss?" Peter prompted when Harry made no move to discuss whatever it was that he'd determined to ask.

"Who returns with Stiles," Harry answered, shadowed green eyes, "It will be a lot to live with, know what could have come to pass…knowing what did come to pass and seeing people grow up that you otherwise didn't get a chance to see."

"I assumed you and he would return?" Peter questioned, "Although I would have preferred to have some measure of control over it, but the fact that its happening is more than I hoped." He'd accepted the loss of his family, same as Derek had, to have them back would be a godsend, but they in turn wouldn't have the same person in their family. Noah wouldn't have his little boy, whoever Harry's family and friends were they wouldn't find the same wizard in his place. Now apparently one other person would return, Derek probably deserved it least of all, and not in a bad way, Talia would lose her sixteen-year-old son in place with an embittered werewolf that she wouldn't know how to deal with. It was a very heavy burden to bear, but considering the alternative it made sense.

"No, I'm the anchor so to speak, the more people Stiles takes the more energy it will cost him, since we're going so far back…"

"It's better to have only the minimum amount to make the spell work," Peter easily deduced he was next to Stiles one of the smartest in the pack. Although, lately he wasn't feeling all that smart with the new knowledge of what Deaton and Scott had done and how blind he'd been.

"Truthfully…after everything you've been through you deserve to have that peace." Harry said softly, eyes gleaming with sympathy and pain.

"I'd rather know and be prepared than be ignorant," Peter bit out, and that was the honest truth.

"Depending on what happens…whether two of us end up in that time or merging with our younger bodies…how would you fare being face to face with Laura? Your niece abandoned you, you killed her, can you honestly say you could be an uncle to her after that? Blaming her for things she wont have done? Will not do if it all goes right?" Harry pointed out solemnly. "Wouldn't you prefer to know what could happen and live without the nightmares and the horror of what you've lived through?"

"I don't have much of a choice, it would be…the height of selfishness if I went, Stiles and Derek belong together, they are mates, to send one without the other…" Peter trailed off, it would be wrong on so many levels. Yes, he was a selfish person, he wanted Alpha powers, he didn't care how he got them. Yet he couldn't separate them.

He and Harry were different, they hadn't mated, hadn't been through hell together. "Yes, I believe everyone will suggest Derek," after thinking about it for a bit.

A/N well, I did warn you that this chapter was going to suck, I never did watch past the Alpha pack and Scott become an Alpha except for the odd episode here and there that my niece was watching so everything I put up there is knowledge from other stories or I've plucked out from the timeline and it definitely isn't up to par, it didn't go the way I wanted it to. I mean I doubt Peter will get close to Harry now! Not when he knows time will be reversed and he won't be going and Harry will meet a very different Peter…but the question is will he? Will it just be Harry, Stiles and Derek or will there be a few others coming courtesy of a very smart Stiles? Or will Peter sneakily bond with Harry in order to ensure he makes the trip? Peter isn't ever going to be an angel, if he can get two things he wants with one go he'd do it 😉