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BEACON HILLS – Friday Morning – Stilinski House 7:00am. Stiles coming down the stairs, his father Sheriff John Stilinski, was collecting his files when his cel phone rang. "Hello….Yes that's me….What?" said John.

"Dad?" asked Stiles. 'Please not another supernatural homicide?!'

"I'll be right there." said John. "Come Stiles, we have a quick stop before you drive to school." He ran to get his keys.

"What's wrong?" asked Stiles.

"Someone has opened the Stilinski Mausoleum." said John rushing to the door. The Stilinski Mausoleum was where his mother, Claudia Archer Stilinski, was buried.

"That's the family mausoleum?!" muttered Stiles as he ran off into his car.

Beacon Cemetery – Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles rushed into the cemetery.

John stopped at the Archer Mausoleum to talk to one of the workers. "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"We're prepping a grave shelf Sheriff." said one of the workers.

"This is private property, on whose authority?" asked John.

One of the workers pointed to a woman in black standing, with her back to them, in front of the Mausoleum. "That lady over there."

"Thank you." said John. They walked over to the woman. "Excuse me ma'am…"

The woman turned, she was in her late sixties, but very well preserved, you can tell she was once very beautiful and still is for her age. She was tall, she wore her long brown heir in a twist, her eyes were blue, she had fair skin and had elegant thin lips. She wore a black pantsuit under a black shawl. It was his mother Violet Archer.

John was surprised. "Mom?"

"Hello John." said Violet. Her British accent was clear as day.

"Grandma Violet?" asked Stiles. He rushed over and hugged her.

Violet smiled. "Hello sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" asked Stiles.

"I second that." said John, he walked over to his mother in law and gave her a warm hug as well.

"I'm here burying your father." said Violet with tears in her eyes. John hasped with shock.

"Grandpa Rick? asked Stiles.

"Yes my dears." said Violet.

"Whha…What?" asked Stiles. He was tear eyed. "What the hell happened?"

"The war happened." said Violet. "Richard went to fight with Harry and was killed." Stiles was lost. "His last wish was to be buried here, for now."

"Deatheaters?" asked John.

"I fear so." said Violet. "He was killed by Yaxley, one of the worst Deatheaters of them all."

"What?" asked Stiles. "What are you all talking about?"

Violet looked at John who nodded his head saying yes. "Stiles, your grandfather Richard, your late Uncle James Potter and I, we're witches."

Stiles gawked. "Witches?"

One of the workers came over. "Ma'am…We're done."

"Oh good." said Violet. She gave them a check." Thank you."

The worker nodded. "Do you need us to close the tomb?"

"No." said Violet. "I'll take care of that myself."

The worker nodded. "My condolences ma'am…" She bowed her head and he walked off.

"Witches?!" asked Stiles. 'Werewolves now witches? What's next vampires?' he thought. "Great…" He saw her walk into the rather large Mausoleum. Inside, on the wall next to the plaque of his mother was an empty vacant shelf. John closed the doors behind them when he saw his grandmother wave her hand and five black marble ash urns floated up from a marble alter nearby and gently place themselves inside. A white marble plaque sitting by the wall levitated up and sealed the shelf shut. On the marble plaque it read.

Richard Andrew Stilinski

A Magical Man in Life & Death

1940 – 2011

"Yes." said Violet. She wiped her tears away and turned to Stiles. "Not all of us in the family are born with magical powers, the magic uses the witch or the wizard. I am a witch, your grandfather, uncle were wizards and…so is your father." They were wizards and I am a witch.

"What?!" started Stiles. "Dad?"

"I'm sorry Stiles." said John. "The war in England was lasted over a decade, many descendants of British magical families, teens of your age, were being recruited to fight. If you did have magic, you would be forced to go and fight, your mother and I were scared you'd be recruited, she was petrified you'd die in battle. I wanted to tell you but you never showed signs of magical powers so I figured it wasn't necessary.

"You should've told me." Stiles said in tears.

"I'm sorry Stiles." said John. "I lost you mother and I wasn't going to lose you too."

Stiles nodded, he was upset but he understood, he was all his dad had left. "I understand dad, I forgive you. I get it, but it is still my history, I would like you to tell me anyways."

John nodded. "Sure. I will."

Stiles turned to his grandmother. "So I'm seventeen now. Is it official I'm not magical?"

"No." said Violet. "We don't really know exactly who in our family gets the gift. For instance out of my two children, only your father turned out to be a wizard. Your late aunt Zoe Stilinski died in childbirth, she was a squib."

"Squib?" asked Stiles.

"It's wizard term for, a non magical magical person who is born to magical parents." John explained. "Not to be confused with a muggle."

"Muggle?" asked Stiles

"It's what we call non magical people or average humans." said John.

"Why was Aunt Zoe boen a squib?" asked Stiles

"Magic is unpredictable even in ones own family." said Violet. "It choses it's host and servant."

"So, I don't have powers…" said Stiles, nodding accepting he was a boring 'muggle'.

"I don't know dear." said Violet. "Like I said, magic is unpredictable. We don't know when gets the gift or when."

"When?" asked Stiles.

"Yes." said Violet. "Stiles, magic choses the exact time to manifest. For your father, he got his powers at eleven. My sister Elizabeth Potter née Archer, she got her powers a thirteen. Then her son, James Potter, got his at two. For your cousins Harry and Caleb, theirs manifested at eleven. Mine manifested when I was eight which was when I went to the Salem Academy of Magic."

"So…" said Stiles. "It might be possible."

"Yes." said Violet. "Quite so."

"What about Harry and Caleb?" asked John. "What happened to them? Where are they?"

They sat down on the marble sofa inside the mausoleum as Violet took out her wand. Stiles was shocked. "Wooow… Is that a wand?"

"Oh yes." said Violet. "It's cherry wood, twelve inches, with a unicorn hair core."

"Unicorns?" asked Stiles. "Those are real?"

"Quite real dear." smiled Violet. She swished and flicked her wand at the diamond pane window and chanted "ALOJAMORA". The window magically opened for some air.

"Oh wow!" said Stiles. 'This is real!' he thought.

"What about Harry and Caleb mom?" asked John.

"Well… Harry defeated Voldemort." said Violet.

"What?!" cried John. "But he's just a kid!"

"I know." said Violet. "But he didn't have a choice, it was his life or Voldemorts."

"Who was Voldemort?" asked Stiles.

"The most dangerous dark wizard of our time." said Violet. "Think of him as a dark demonic supernatural psychopathic killer equivalent of Hitler." Stiles shuddered at the idea.

"After the war. Harry took over his finances, took the noble title of Lord Potter and has decided to travel before settling down and getting a job. Caleb being three years older, already accepted the title of Lord Cromwell and is working in the Department of Magical Creatures in the Ministry as a Good Will Ambassador not to mention he has several business investments here and there. At the moment he is with Harry, who went to visit some friends in France." said Violet. "But they's coming here."

"Harry and Charlie are coming here?!" smiled Stiles.

Violet smiled. "Yes dear."

"Before Rick's death, they promised to get closer as a family. You John are their Uncle, Stiles you are their second cousin and I am their Great Aunt." said Violet. She looked at her son. "We are the only blood family they have left in the world."

"Of course we will." said John. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Ditto for me." said Stiles. 'Why is Caleb's last name Cromwell and not Potter? I'll have to ask him that later.' He thought.

"When are they coming?" asked John.

"They should be here by Monday." said Violet. She took John and Stiles hands. "I hope you don't mind, but they invited two of their best friends to come with them."

"I don't see that as a problem." said John. "We'll have to clean up the basement. Though it might be a bit cramped for two people."

"Oh don't worry." said Violet. "With a swish of their wands they'll make it more than comfortable, believe me."

"Alright then!" said Stiles.

"Please take care of them." said Violet. "They are your nephews and all we have left of James and Lily…Take care of each other, I sense dark times are approaching for all of you."

John tightened his grip. "I promise."

"Me too." said Stiles.

Stiles gave Violet a hug. "Now young man, shouldn't you be in school?"

Stiles jumped. "Oh my God!" He started getting his keys. Then looked at his dad and his grandmother.

"I'll stay with your grandmother." said John. "Go before you get detention." Stiles kissed his grandmother and hugged his dad before opening the doors and running towards his car.

***Hi guys. How are you. I hope you like this first chapter. I decided to use this to give explain the Caleb and Harry's arrival in Beacon Hills. How they know the Stilinskis. Plus I know Stiles will have magical powers in the future, so it was best for him to get to know his roots and what he could become now before the chaos started. I like Violet, a new OC character of mine, I think she's sweet. It's the first time I've created a grandmother character before. I like her, the wise old owl. lol. Anyways… More to come. PLEASE, leave your reviews. I want to hear your thoughts and opinions. They are important to me.***