Stilinski's and Harry meeting (as promised to asingh123)
Camden and Isaac, little kid life
Camden's Death and Time at War (possible Alex Rider x-over)
Harry meets Danny Phantom
Lydia and Harry back in colonial days
STEREK, with a hint of Lydia/Parrish
Harry and Jack Frost, untimely meeting
Death and Harry's first official meeting, what MOD truly means
Harry + Winchesters = Disaster
Harry Meets the Doctor
Chantel's hunt for Theo
Stiles confronting Harry about lying to him
Me: The ones that I have left, my sister asked me to add Harry meeting the Doctor and that would go through all of Modern Who if I do it. Chantel's hunt for Theo was one that I was unsure if I should add or not but I did since I probably won't get to it in the sequel depending on when Theo returns during the sequel and such. The Stiles confronting Harry will be a semi continuation but a separate part of the Stilinski's and Harry meeting. Somethings might not add up but I promise it will make sense a bit later!
Stiles: Can you just get to it.
Derek: Please, I want to go home.
Me: Alright, alright. So I'm doing the Stilinski and Harry's meeting, this will go pretty off of cannon and it will be Harry as Harry instead of anyone else. A lot will be explained, such as why Harry was so immediate to trust the pack.
Disclaimer Here - I am a lost boy, from Neverland, usually hanging around Peter Pan. And when we're bored we play in the woods, always on the run from Captain Hook. Run, Run, Lost Boy they say to me. Away from all of reality. Neverland is home, to lost boys like me, and lost boys like me are free.
The Stilinski Family meeting the infamous Harry Potter; semi adopting him in the process.
3rd Person POV
Clutching the little baby to his chest, Harry took a shaky breath and walked down the road. He was unsure of where the goblins had sent him, of where Death had sent him. Taking light footsteps, Harry looked around shakily. Stumbling slightly, tired and magically depleted, Harry found it difficult to take keep his eyes open. Passing a sign, big and tall with the words "Beacon Hills" sprawled across it, Harry shook his head. Where was Beacon Hills? The next question was, what year was it? Death mentioned another time, but this seemed a bit hard to believe. Glancing around once again, Harry trudged on. It wasn't until he saw the lights of the town, but he was still quite a ways away, that Harry fully collapsed. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, holding Teddy close and making sure he didn't get hurt.
And, as luck would have it, the sky began to cry. Raindrops fell around and on him. It was too risky to use his magic, while he wouldn't die it was highly likely he might fall into a coma until all of his magic was replenished. In his paranoid state Harry wasn't going to risk it. Soon his clothes were soaked through, Teddy still dry as Harry held the little child close to his chest and used his own body to cover him. The rain was freezing and it wasn't long before Harry was shivering and looking around for shelter of some sort. A bright light, a car maybe?, shone on him.
The car slowed down at the sight of him, stopping completely right in front. Despite his exhausted and vulnerable state, Harry stumbled upwards and pulled Teddy closer to him. One hand in front of himself, ready to use it to protect Teddy, Harry tried to see who was in the car. The window closest to him rolled down and a woman with medium length brown hair that was curled slightly leaned closer to the now open window.
"Do you need a lift? I can take you into town, or the hospital?" the lady suggested, looking at him.
That was when Teddy began to stir, whimpering and crying slightly. His hair began to shift colors, into an orangish-red which meant he was uncomfortable. Now slightly scared, Harry looked back up at the woman. Her eyes weren't wide with fright, if anything she seemed understanding.
"Come on, get in. We're heading there anyways," the lady said, popping open her door.
Once again looking around, Harry grabbed his now soaked bag (silently hoping that the charms inside kept everything dry), and got into the car. He closed the door behind him, still on his guard, and cooed gently at Teddy. The woman didn't seem at all nervous about grabbing some random guy off the street, instead driving down the road. It was about that time Harry noticed the kid in the back seat. His hair was the same brown as his mother's with a few moles on his face. However he was unable to see the kids eyes, as they were closed and he was asleep.
"What's your name?" the woman finally asked, "I'm Claudia and that's my son Stiles."
Harry hesitated for a second, "I'm Harry… this is Teddy."
"How old is he?"
"A couple of months. How old is Stiles?"
"He turned eight just last week, as he reminds me every waking moment."
A small laugh slipped past Harry's barriers. As though waiting for that Claudia glanced over at him with a grin. She was very beautiful, but reminded him more of what a mother was supposed to be. Looking back down at Teddy, who had calmed down slightly now that he was no longer out in the cold, he noticed that his hair had returned to a dirty brown. Tears gathered in his eyes, remembering just why he had Teddy in the first place, Harry hurriedly wiped them before anyone could notice.
"Just what were you doing out in that rain?" Claudia finally asked, stopped at a light.
"Running," Harry answered hoarsely, "I didn't realize it was going to rain. What year is it?"
"Did you hit your head? Its 2004."
"Maybe…"
It was only six years later, six years after the Battle. But for him, it hadn't even been an hour yet. Closing his eyes tightly, Harry leaned back against the seat. Why had Death only moved him six years in the future? Why had the goblins sent him to America?
"Are you okay?" Claudia questioned.
"I'm fine," Harry responded reflexively.
"No you're not. You were out in the rain with a little baby, only a bag and the clothes on your back to your name. I'm fine is probably reflex for you to say. Now tell me the truth."
Nibbling on his lip Harry weighed the options. It was six years later, the terrorists attack in Britain were probably old news by now, only remembered by the memorials set up. Everyone had moved on, most likely just about no one was looking for him anymore. In all honesty he had probably been declared dead. And wasn't that a sharp stab of irony.
"I'm not fine… but I will be," Harry finally decided on, looking down at Teddy.
"And that's all that matters," Claudia said softly.
Their drive was over way too soon. It came as a shock to Harry to find out that he had been enjoying Claudia's company. The young mother who was currently trying to wake her son. Stiles was very hyperactive Harry soon learned, as the young boy was constantly going from one thing to another. By the time they got inside Stiles was just as soaked as Harry, but from jumping in the puddles. Once inside Stiles was sat on a chair next to Harry by Claudia, who ordered him to stay. While Stiles did stay seated, his constantly squirmed and tapped his fingers on something.
"What's your name?" Stiles asked, "I'm Stiles. Well, my nickname is Stiles. My real name is really hard to pronounce. Daddy can't even pronounce it. But Mommy can. And Mommy taught me too! Mommy is really cool! She gives me candy and fixes my scratches! See!" Stiles showed him a bandaid on his elbow, "This is when Scotty and I were playing a game. I fell and hurt my elbow. But it was okay. Mommy gave me her special kisses and I felt okay again! Can I hold your baby?"
The last sentence was basically all Harry understood of that statement. And even then it took him a bit to really digest what Stiles had asked. This would be the first time since the war that Harry would really let go of Teddy. But he would have to do it sometime. Swallowing back the lump in his throat, Harry got up and knelt in front of Stiles, extremely serious.
"Alright, but you gotta stay seated. And you gotta do exactly what I say," Harry told him, "Babies are very fragile so you gotta be careful."
"Okay," now Stiles looked unsure, but still very determined.
After hesitating a second, Harry gently placed Teddy in Stiles' arms. The little baby stirred a little, but soon settled down and sucked on the pacifier in his mouth. Then Harry adjusted Stiles' hold, explaining the reasons why he had to hold the baby a certain way, before stepping back a bit. It was such a cute picture, Stiles looking proud of how he was holding a baby. And for once he wasn't squirming, taking the responsibility of holding a baby seriously.
"Harry," the soft voice of Claudia said, "This is my friend Melissa, is it okay if she checks you over quickly?"
"Yeah, can you watch Teddy though?" Harry asked, glancing over.
Melissa was a young woman, her hair very curly and dark. She reminded him distantly of Andromeda, but younger and with more relaxed features. With that in mind he followed her into a separate room, hearing Claudia talk to Stiles and coo at Teddy as he walked away. The check up was quick but thorough, the first experience he had of a check up in his life.
"Other than being in the rain for who knows how long you seem fine. But my recommendation is a good meal and a safe place to rest, a roof over your head. Do you have anywhere to stay?" Melissa asked.
"Uh… any cheap motels around here?" Harry asked, having some muggle money but he wasn't sure if it was in American money.
In all honesty he had more than some muggle money, but it would look weird if he was loaded with money (which he was, in a bottomless little coin bag he had). And, like he said before, he wasn't sure if it was in American currency.
"How old are you dear?" Melissa asked.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Harry looked sheepishly up at Melissa. While in this time he would be around nineteen, he was still seventeen. Which, in just about every continent he could think of, made him underage. So therefore he wouldn't really be able to live on his own. Which made it kinda difficult when he thought about it, raising Teddy. He was only seventeen.
"Harry?" Melissa questioned.
"I'm seventeen…"
While her facial expression didn't change, Harry could practically feel the pity radiating off of her. Once again he looked away, not wanting to see the look on her face. A seventeen year old boy, with a little baby, sitting in the rain with nothing but a bag. She probably thought he ran away from home. And he did, in a way. He had chosen to go, Death and the goblins just helped him get away.
"I'm not going to judge you Harry. Let me just talk to Claudia for a second before I check over Teddy, then you can go okay?" Melissa suggested.
"Okay," Harry replied softly.
While it felt like hours, it was really only a few minutes, until Melissa returned with Teddy in her arms. Nothing showed on her face, even as she said Teddy was okay. After telling him to wait for her in the waiting room, as she had to get everything together for him, Harry grabbed a bottle and began to feed Teddy. The little baby drank the milk greedily, small hands wrapping around the plastic bottle.
"Alright, come on Stiles. Come on Harry, let's go home," Claudia suddenly said, looking slightly pale.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Did you really think we're going to leave you in a motel. No, you're coming home with Stiles and I. John already said it's okay," Claudia replied, "Now get up, come on."
"Claudia, I can't."
"Nonsense. Let's go."
That was what reminded him of Mrs. Weasley. The similarities were striking with her motherly ways and stubborn no nonsense attitude. But then again the differences were there too, the way she let Stiles do whatever he wanted as long as it didn't affect his health or the way he would turn out when he got older.
"Scotty!" Stiles exclaimed, hugging the younger boy with a slightly crooked jaw.
"Stiles!"
"Come on boys! You can talk in the car," Claudia scooped Teddy out of Harry's arms, making it so he had no choice to go with them.
And Harry wasn't sure he would have left even with Teddy.
*******STILINSKIFAMILY*******
Their home was exactly how he imagined a true home to be like. A little smaller, but not to small. Just the right size. Two stories with a porch and a garage. The light blue jeep rumbled up the small driveway, stopping inside the garage. Now that the sound of the rain was gone, Harry started feeling paranoid again. What was he doing? Why had he followed this family home? They might die too, just like Tonks and Remus, just like Sirius, like Fred and Mad-Eye. One hand, delicate, touched his shoulder.
"You okay sweetheart?" Claudia asked.
"Yeah, are you sure this is okay?" Harry questioned.
Her face softened, "I wouldn't have said it was if it wasn't."
After taking a steadying breath, Harry clutched Teddy closer and made his way into the house. Everything was warm inside, the colors and the atmosphere. Not to mention the temperature. Toys were scattered around, a coloring book on the table opened to a random page. A small smile covered his face at the sight of a bright blue Simba. Following Claudia into the kitchen, he watched as she found stuff for dinner and began to cook. Stiles and Scott were playing some sort of game in the living room, talking animatedly.
"I'm home!" someone shouted after the door shut.
"Daddy!" Stiles exclaimed and ran out of sight.
"Smells good Claudia!"
Harry glanced up as an older man, a little younger than how old his parents would be if alive, came into the kitchen. His hair was cut shorter, styled up, and a dirty blonde. A police uniform, deputy, was his current outfit with his last name, Stilinski, on a shiny nameplate.
"Name's John Stilinski, nice to meet you," he introduced himself, shaking Harry's hand.
"Harry."
"And that's Teddy!" Stiles piped up, "I got to hold him."
"Yes he did," Claudia interrupted, giving John a gentle kiss on the cheek, "Now go wash up or no food for you."
Raising his hands in surrender, John left the room to go into the bathroom. A little awkward Harry decided to instead pay attention to Teddy, brushing the little hairs out of his face. Cooing and bouncing Teddy softly, Harry wondered how on earth he got himself into this situation.
*******STILINSKIFAMILY*******
Technically speaking, Harry should probably be asleep by now. But he just couldn't manage to close his eyes. In the next room Stiles and Scott had fallen asleep hours before, in the bassinette by his bed Teddy slumbered peacefully. Harry knew that he should be taking this time to sleep, who knows when Teddy would wake up screaming his head off. But his mind just could not shut up. By this point he knew that the nightmares of the battle would probably keep him up, or make him scream bloody murder in his sleep, but it didn't mean he shouldn't try. Yet every time he shut his eyes, he saw someone else dying.
Sliding out of bed, Harry left the dark room. Maybe a drink of water would settle his nerves, maybe help him fall asleep. But a light from the kitchen kept him from going in. Standing on the top step, Harry could hear the conversation from inside.
"It's getting worse John," Claudia's soft voice lifted up towards his position at the top of the stairs.
"We'll get through it Claud's, one step at a time remember?" John replied.
"I nearly lashed out at Stiles today, I'm getting dangerous. I forgot to take him to school today. The doctor said it's progressing far more rapidly then they thought."
"Hey, hey. Don't talk like that."
John's voice was shaky.
"There's no cure John. We know that, we've known that. Stiles is taking care of me now more than himself. Maybe it's time we take up Melissa's offer, she takes care of them in the morning and you take both of them in the afternoon. We've waited too long."
"Claudia…"
"No, I've already decided. I'm sorry John, if I go in it's easier for them to keep me from hurting someone."
The silence rang and Harry backed up. Was this why there was darkness around Claudia? Was this why he sensed Death around her. Maybe this was why Death had sent him here. But he didn't want to have to reap Claudia! She was the first muggle to show him kindness here. And he was already starting to feel like family. The light downstairs shut off and Harry retreated hastily into his room.
Why did Death always follow him around?
*******STILINSKIFAMILY*******
Just like she had said, Claudia was now in the hospital 24/7. Around the same time, Harry started school. There he met the Hales, specifically Derek. And immediately he recognized the aura around them, one of a wolf. While Cora rubbed him the wrong way, the rest of his family (except for Peter, the creep) seemed to be kind. Cora was annoying and he decided to avoid her to the best of his ability. Thankfully that was easy as she was Stiles age. Derek was nice to him, but didn't really stray away from his group of friends. It didn't really affect him much though, as Derek was two years younger than him. But, being in Derek's class, was kinda embarrassing. The only way he could fix that though was to do work when not in class, on top of the homework, in order to skip grades. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.
"Hey Harry, you wanna come shoot some hoops with us?" Derek invited.
Silently judging whether or not it was an honest request or not, Harry nodded silently and got up. Most of the kids in class with him tended to avoid him, calling him dumb and lazy. In reality Harry was one of the tops of his class, obviously not in the top three but definitely in the top five. Everyone just judged him that way because he wasn't a senior, like he would be if he was in his age group.
"You do know how to play basketball right?" Derek asked, playing with the ball in his hand.
A brief memory of him playing basketball in one of his past lives popped into his head. All the rules and the little tricks he learned reemerging into his mind. A slight grin crossed his face and he glanced at Derek.
"We'll just have to see won't we?" Harry asked.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Derek decided.
Despite Derek's worries, they just played HORSE. But the extreme version. And, to those that don't know what the extreme version is, it's simple. Basically, all you have to do is shoot the same way that the shooter did. For example, Derek shot with his left hand, on the three point line, while balancing on one foot. To everyone's surprise, except Harry's, he made it. A grin on his face, Derek passed the ball to Harry. Raising his eyebrows, Harry moved to where Derek was and put the ball in his left hand, balancing on one foot, and shot it from the three point line. The ball bounced off the rim, shooting away.
"Dude!" one of the boys said to Derek, after trying it himself, "How did you do that?"
"Dumb luck," Derek replied with a grin.
Before they could continue, the bell rung. Everyone groaned, rolling their eyes at the bell. Harry however quietly packed up and headed to his next class, jumping in surprise when Derek came up behind him.
"You wanna hang out after school?" Derek asked, "You're pretty good, should join the team."
"I can't. Gotta take Stiles and Scott home before taking care of them and Teddy," Harry replied shrugging.
"Teddy?"
"He's mine… Well, my godson. I'm in charge of him now."
"Sorry, good luck though!"
A genuine grin crossed Harry's face, before he went to his next class.
*******STILINSKIFAMILY*******
There was nothing he could do, Harry knew that logically. But seeing the way Stiles cried, the way he went quiet and his hyperactive way seemed to slow down. The way that his spark, the spark that no one but Claudia and Harry knew about, lashed out and destroyed his bedroom. Harry wished he had done something to stop it. And now, he was standing in front of her grave, in his black suit. Stiles was in a suit as well, bawling his eyes out in between him and John. Sitting with them was Melissa and Scott, wearing black as well. Despite not knowing what was going on, Teddy was whimpering as well and looking around with wide eyes. But the reaction that really worried him was John. He was quiet, not a tear in his eyes. It was like he had shut down.
"Claudia was a wonderful mother, friend, and lover. She was always there for people, she was gentle and kind. But at the same time she was the most mischievous, stubborn, and curious person anyone knew," Natalie Martin, one of Claudia's friends, was saying about her, "However her heart was the biggest I've ever seen. Anyone and everyone could fit inside it. Even to the end she was always looking out for others more than herself. May she live forever in our hearts."
Tears were flowing freely down Harry's face, as he remember Claudia's laugh and how she went out of her way to help him. By this point Stiles was inconsolable, sobbing his heart out in his father's side. The funeral ended after a heartwarming speech from Melissa. Their mismatched family went to the grave marker, touching it gently. Carved in were words that didn't even begin to describe Claudia.
Claudia Stilinski
May 5, 1997 - June 14, 2004
Mother, Wife, Friend
"In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take"
Shakily standing again, Harry took the keys from John. The way he was acting the older male shouldn't be driving. After putting Teddy in the booster seat, Harry put the keys in the ignition and turned the car over. The drive home was quiet, Harry starting to dread the reaction John would have once he came out of his shock. Once they were home Harry grabbed Teddy and put the keys on the hook, setting Teddy down for his nap before returning downstairs. Stiles was up in his room, which was probably a good thing as John seemed to be drowning himself in liquor.
"John…" Harry whispered softly.
"What are you doing here?" John asked harshly, "Why did Claudia take you home?"
"She just wanted to help…"
"She only got worse after you got here! YOU KILLED HER!"
Harry flinched at the accusation, "Come on John. Don't do this. Think about Stiles."
"I am thinking about Stiles. You kill people wherever you go! What happened to Teddy's parents. How about yours? Did you have to take Claudia too, you kill everyone around you. Death follows you like a plague. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
That struck deep, causing all the breath to leave Harry. Tears clouded his vision and Harry stumbled backwards, out of the room. The tears began to fall down his face, even as he fought his way upstairs. John was dead on, it would be better for him to leave. Quickly packing up his minimal items, and a picture of him with the Stilinski family, Harry picked up Teddy and disapparated. Harry James Potter was now dead, Camden Henry Lahey was born, with his son Teddy Remus Lahey.
The picture of the Stilinski's stayed with him, currently still in the old bag that he had when he first met Claudia.
Me: ANGST! ANGST! ALL THE ANGST
Stiles: WHYYYYYYYY
Derek: You broke everyone.
Me: I would enjoy some prompts.
Review Request Here → He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe, believe in him and believe in me, together we will fly away in a cloud of green to your beautiful destiny, as we soared above the town that never loved me, I realized I finally had a family
