Subplot :

Littermates.

Series :

• Teen Wolf.

• Harry Potter.

Summary :

The Lupin Pack followed Derek to America. To help him find Laura's killer. They finally succeed in taking the villain down... and things only go downhill.

Chapter .

Earth, 1980.

They did it, the Alpha was dead... along with the bitch that killed his family, and destroyed his pack. They were dead.

He looked beneath his feet, at the corpse of Peter Hale... his Uncle. A man he deeply loved... and who had betrayed everything their pack stood for. Who had killed a member of their own pack, to take their place as Alpha... and now that title was Derek's. That responsibility was Derek's.

Coming back to his senses, after the adrenaline high that came with becoming an Alpha, he noticed the Lupin pack standing nearby. Howling load enough to shake the Earth. Derek felt no link request, as this was not a howl of submission, merely a sign of respect, for the ascension of an Alpha in an allied pack.

While his attention was on the Lupin pack, the pair of 16 year old boys wander over to Derek, in a clear daze. As if compelled by instincts of their own.

He wondered why for a moment, then remembered. He killed the Alpha. These two little Betas had witnessed him kill an Alpha, and they didn't know enough about themselves to fight their instincts.

The boys got right next to him and raised up their heads, revealing their throats, offering their very lives if it was what the Alpha desired of them. They gave pitiful, puppish whimpers asking for him to claim them, to accept them.

Derek smiled, a pack, a real pack. He could finally have a family again. He lifted up his own head, and let out a fierce howl, that shattered apart the clouds. As he howled the boys joined in, shaking the very Earth.

Derek wanted to laugh as he felt it, his soul attached to another's. He could feel the boys, they were a part of him now... unfortunately the boys themselves didn't seem as pleased.

They stumbled a bit, as they came back to their senses.

"What just happened?" Stiles, the more annoying but definitely the smarter of the two, asked.

Derek smiled and happily explained, "You saw me kill an Alpha. You're instincts, to submit to the new one, took hold and now, I'm your Alpha." Although the boys technically never submitted to Peter, they were turned by him. So the connection existed, even though it wasn't very strong.

Both boys' eyes grew wide. Scott was the first to find his voice, but what he said wasn't the happy celebration of someone just brought into a new pack. "D-did you just fucking mind rape us?"

Derek didn't know what happened. The comment took him so off guard, and frankly really pissed him off. His hand flew on it's own, and the next thing he knew, Scott was on the ground with blood dripping down his chin.

That wasn't right, the pups were so young and only turned a couple months ago. They didn't understand any of this. That's not how an Alpha was supposed to act with newly turned pups. That's not what Derek's own Alpha would have done to him, when he was a boy and said something stupid.

Before he could explain that such instincts were nothing like 'mind rape' Stiles helped his friend back to his feet and they both quickly ran off...

His own pack was running away from him. They were scared of him... his own pack. How the hell did something that was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in a werewolf's life go so wrong.

"Well that went well."

Derek growled as he looked back at the gloating hunter. He'd completely forgotten about them. He had temporarily joined forces, to kill Peter... as the mad wolf had to be put down... it was a complete fluke Derek landed the killing blow.

Deciding to ignore the hunters, now that their temporary alliance was sated. Derek turned and walked away, in the opposite direction of his pack.

Lupin walked behind him, after sending Lucius and Sirius to keep an eye on the pups, from a distance. While the Alpha and his second, Severus, walked close behind Derek.

He'd fix this. Derek could fix this. It would be just like it used to be. He had a pack... everything was going to be fine... it had to be...

The second they were out of the Hunters inferior senses, Sev whacked Derek upside his head.

"How could you treat pups like that." Demanded the greasy haired Werewolf.

Remus sighed, "Honestly Derek, I know you have a temper, but by Merlin."

"You telling me how to handle my Pack?" Derek's eyes flashed definitely... despite agreeing with them he shouldn't have done that.

"You've been an alpha all of 5 seconds," Lupin eyed. "don't get a big head now."

Now outside the forest and driving down the road, at less then safe speeds, in his messed up jeep, Stiles was freaking out. "What the hell did we just do?"

"I think I feel him." Scott mumbled sitting next to Stiles. "I feel all angry and confused and... sad... but it's not coming from me."

Stiles paused, and let himself feel it for a moment. "Yeah... I feel it to. Jackass, what the hell does he feel sad about. You're the one that got hit. Oh god... you don't think it's some whacked out Wife Beater complex. Next thing you know he's going to ask 'why are you making me hurt you', freaking psychopath."

Scott groaned, "What are we going to do?... better question, what is HE going to MAKE us do? I mean can he do that freak mind rape thing anytime?"

"I don't know," Stiles growled. "Half of the werewolf shit, on the Internet, comes from old movies. The rest comes from table top games. I have no idea if any of the info is actually true."

"But there was something?"

Stiles groaned, "Yeah okay. When I was looking up stuff on Alpha's, one of the sites said that they CAN control Betas. But it only turns into flat out 'lose all free will' control if you submit to them."

"Which we did?" Scott stared, as if asking that he got what just happened wrong.

Unfortunately Stiles confirmed, "Which we did."

"We are so screwed."

"Look, okay, cool it," Stiles insisted. "Let's just get to the hospital and make sure Lydia... oh god."

"No don't do that!" Scott shook his head. "Get that look right off your face. We have enough to worry about, don't you add to it!"

"... Peter bit Lydia."