Is This The World We Created

The Chapter has been edited, still feels a little rushed but over all I feel a little better with it, half has been cut out as you'll notice, the next chapter will be MACUSA centric with everything being discussed and more of a war council setting I'm looking forward to attempting that! The Last chapter (17) really sucked, it felt amateurish! This is their world that's in danger so I want it to better reflect!

Chapter 16

Stiles sat on the grass, crossing his legs, looking for all the world as if he was communing with nature. In a way he was, he was communicating with the Nemeton, or attempting to for the first time. Whether she would be able to do so, so soon after being cleansed and rid of the Nogitsune remained to be seen.

"Stiles?" Derek asked cautiously, when he inhaled sharply.

"I can feel her," Stiles said, "I can feel her Derek…she's so powerful, so strong, and ancient." It was absolutely breathtakingly mesmerising to feel such things.

Derek relaxed a little, remaining at Stiles back, protecting him as he did in all things.

"You know the future…it's already changing…" Stiles said out loud, speaking to the Nemeton. "Is there a way to prevent Scott McCall ever being able to be anything other than human?"

'Scott McCall doesn't deserve that honour,' and it was an honour, 'He deserves nothing but death for all he's done' the Nemeton declared, she cared not for one little human who had ravaged the world and saved the human who had torn her asunder.

"The Scott McCall we know does, yes," Stiles agreed, "But not the child he is at this moment, the only thing he's guilty of is being an idiot." He had to at least try and save him, even if he knew it was futile.

Derek realised he would only be hearing one side of the conversation. It made anxiety skitter down his body. He was able to put the pieces together though, it seemed the Nemeton could hold a grudge, just like the rest of them.

'A dangerous one!' the Nemeton declared strongly, 'One that can still do untold damage to us all.'

"I agreed to kill him, I know, and I will keep to my word if there is no other alternative." Stiles said morosely, "By god I'll do it, but please…is there something that can make Scott McCall entirely human?"

'And if he causes untold horrors as a human? What if he still reveals the supernatural world? Some things are impossible to stop, some things are destined to happen unless we put a stop to it. Even I cannot foresee what is to come.'

"There will be no hunters left to reveal the supernatural world, if MACUSA cannot be convinced…I'll do it, one by one until I have killed them all." Stiles declared grimly, it would be easier to kill hunters, after the atrocities they had perpetrated, and easier still to remove all the memories of those that are innocent. Let them live out the rest of their lives without knowing what their family really did. "MACUSA will probably keep an eye on him if they know he lives." That's if they didn't kill him themselves, but at least he'd be able to rest easy knowing he'd tried. Tried to help the part of him that had been forever tied in friendship – even if it was only one way – to Scott. It had unravelled when his father died, true, but it didn't destroy the memories and years of friendship they'd had when Stiles had nobody else. It was harder to let go than he realized. Which sucked, because, his dad, his dad.

Derek remained silent, not surprised at all by the declaration, Stiles was extremely loyal to those he loved. He would kill Scot if he had no choice, he could hear the truth of it in his heartbeat. Derek would never allow Stiles to do it, or do it alone. He'd be there and do it himself if it were to save Stiles from having to take the life of an ex-best friend.

'The fear of hunters and being hunted runs deep within wizard,' the Nemeton declared, 'Just as all things magical fear destruction. For the good of us all…he should be killed.'

Stiles slumped down in defeat, "So there's nothing that will keep him human then?" he sighed, resigned to it. It's not like he had to make Scott suffer, perhaps an asthma attack? That way his mum would have a chance of moving on some day, if she ever could at the loss of her only son. He loved Melissa, she didn't deserve this, but if it saved the world then so be it.

'Oh, yes, there is, but as I said he doesn't deserve it' the Nemeton said smugly. 'He wanted desperately to be human the entire time he was one of us…he's an insult to us all…'

"Ha! So, there is a way!" Stiles said grinning broadly, "I knew it!" magic couldn't have come all this way without something like that being created by someone. She was quite a vindictive sort, he could feel her anger, rage and vindication rolling through the bond. He noticed her way of speaking had changed…was it because she was talking to him? Or was it simply because she'd adapted and became more 'modern' after bonding with him?

'Yes, there's a way' exasperated now, so she was.

"Tell me, we'll keep everyone safe, you know we can do it!" Stiles said eagerly, determination thrumming through him, oh, yes, they'd do it.

He had magic at his disposal now, strong powerful magic, he was capable of anything. He could feel just how capable he was. The only reason he asked for the magic to do it, was because he didn't want to screw up and risk it not working.

'Very well,' the Nemeton declared, ceding to the her bonded, and she and Stiles were bonded, magic to spark, both giving and taking from one another. She did not think the wizards would suffer the abomination to live, so giving into her little Spark wasn't a hardship.

This was just another part of the dance, so to speak.

'Thank you,' Stiles murmured, his hands pressed into the earth, sensing she was reluctant to do this but doing it for him and him alone. He wouldn't let her down, wouldn't let anyone down. At this point it was only a maybe anyway, he didn't delude himself into thinking he was in any way in charge.

Hand in hand, Derek and Stiles went back inside.

Peter relaxed when he observed Derek and Stiles return, he'd felt them in the garden. He didn't want them out of his sight, he was still adjusting to his Alpha powers, to being back here, to everything. These people…Harry, Stiles, Derek they were his anchors, without them…well, he dreaded to think what sort of menace he'd be to the world.

"So, who's going to MACUSA?" Stiles asked the moment he was in, he had to admit he was fascinated. To see the magical world before it was exposed, to see if it lived up to the works, he'd read, and information gleaned from the few others he'd asked. He had indeed asked a lot of questions, much to their amusement. They hadn't been angry with him or impatient, perhaps because they had nothing to do? Or perhaps they were just happy to have a conversation that was different?

"Jasper, Sebastian and Chris, no doubt they'll have questions for him," Peter decided, glancing a Chris who grimaced but ceded the decision with a nod of his head. He wasn't going to try and leave Sebastian aside, he understood that world burning anger and rage he could sense on the werewolf, he had endured it too. Even if Sebastian would ultimately reveal everything to Talia, it mattered little because the whole pack needed to know.

The worst of it was, Chris felt no shame in what he was about to do. Betrayal all he knew, the hunters, he did not want his daughter growing up in a world ravaged by hunters and their ilk. The supernatural world could not be revealed. They'd always known it, but now those who had returned had the ultimate proof.

"My dad might return before I get back, he'll be worried regardless of what you say, just…try and stop him from drinking? Please?" Stiles requested of Sonya, Peter and Talia's sister, entirely human. When he returned with Derek, they didn't ask how it went. They didn't really need to.

"I'll do my best," she said solemnly, she was still trying to work out their relationship. If she didn't know any better, she would have said Stiles was the father. Oddly enough, Noah didn't push, he acquiesced to his requests and stuck to them. About food, about drink, it truly was confusing. Especially considering they were human, if it was a were family, she'd completely understand that despite his age, Stiles was the Alpha of the household.

"Thanks," Stiles said gratefully, his dad in the other timeline had been bad for quite a few more years. He was hoping to stop that, and prevent any worsening on his cholesterol too.

"We need to go, now," Harry called out, glancing at the time, you just did not show up late to a meeting you requested with the entirety of MACUSA's council. He was tense, his mind mulling over the best way to broach the subject, to tell them exactly what was going to happen and have them believe him. It's not because it was time-travel that they wouldn't believe him, it would be the fact things could go to hell. Denial was a very, very powerful emotion that got to the best of them.

"How exactly does this work?" Sebastian asked, displaying caution for the first time. He knew he would be in one place and appear in another, but he didn't know the logistics behind it or how it would affect him.

"You hold your breath when I Apparate you, you'll feel as if someone is yanking your guts out. It's just a temporary sensation, you'll get to your destination full intact. The more you Apparate the easier the sensation gets. Keep control of yourself, and your wolf, I'd really rather not end up with scars. It's been my experience though, that bitten werewolves are more likely to lose control." Harry explained, patient with the werewolf who was still vibrating with anger over what had happened to his son without an outlet.

"So that's why you asked," Stiles said thoughtfully, "I thought for a second you had something against bitten werewolves." He confessed, and he wasn't the only one, Derek had thought the same thing as well.

Harry grinned wryly at him, "No, I'd just rather avoid any more claw marks, well, claw marks I suppose," he said glancing at his arms out of sheer habit. Only to find them without the marks he'd grown accustomed to. The only one he had was the cut Pettigrew had inflicted in resurrecting Voldemort actually. "Hold your breath," he warned them, "And grab a hold of me preferably about here." Gesturing towards his elbows where there weren't a lot of delicate veins for their claws to accidentally imbed into.

Peter clasped hands with Harry, well used to the sensation if Apparating. He would certainly not give his mate any scars. He would never admit it, but he'd miss those marks. The marks of a warrior, a survivor, a champion of all things not entirely human. Then again, they didn't need physical reminders of what they'd been through…the memories would be forever prevalent.

Derek and Stiles grasped his wrists, making enough room for Chris, Sebastian and Jasper to take hold. What a sight it was, six people grasping a hold of Harry's arms, all of them awkwardly trying to hold their breath.

Harry chuckled, before he wrapped his magic around them and Apparated them all to MACUSA.

Chris tried to detach himself, only to find Harry had a very tight grip of him. Was this it? was he going to be killed here? "What the…" just about to do a manoeuvre to ensure Harry let him go. He wouldn't go down without a fight. At least that had been his intention before Harry spoke and explained.

"You'll be ejected if you're not holding on, everyone else here is magical and wouldn't be affected. So, if you want to try and make your way around New York on your own…then let go." Harry stated wryly, green eyes gleaming in wicked amusement.

Chris frowned, "So, I'll have to hold your hand the entire time?" flushing a little, wondering what people would think. He was married, as dull as that arranged marriage was…he took his vows seriously. Feeling very much like a five-year-old forced to hold hand with a classmate at school.

"No, not the entire time," Harry said bluntly, "Trust me, I don't like this any more than you do." He sneered a little, he'd never seen himself holding hands with a Merlin-damned hunter of all things. Tugging him along, everyone following Harry while looking around MACUSA with awe.

"He's not that bad to look at," Peter piped in, amusement colouring his voice, as they followed Harry, who still had a grip of Chris who was all but being dragged behind Harry like a naughty child. Peter outright laughed at the look on Chris face, he couldn't help it, the guy barely showed any emotion yet here he was blushing red from his head down his neck, as they passed people working.

"What the…" Derek murmured, blanching at the sight of the strange creatures.

"That's a House-elf," Stiles told Derek, he'd read the book he knew most creatures and had memorised it. "They're pretty much in every single pureblood house-hold that can afford one."

Stiles, Derek, Chris, Peter, Sebastian and Jasper couldn't help but make appreciative noises as they saw the wonderous sights before them. Elevators that were moving without the aid of any cables, entirely magical. House-elves, cleaning happening without any single person near it. Paper constantly on the move, scurrying like mice or flying overhead like an airplane. It was a wonderous sight to behold, to see magic so unrestricted here.

"I need a mundane bracelet," Harry asked at the counter, "Not the shackles, he's unfortunately, not here under arrest."

He received a curious look at that, before he slid the bracelet imbued with runes and such across the counter. Harry flicked it open with his left hand and attached it to Chris who asked at the same time, "What exactly is that going to do?" wary of magic.

"It just allows you to stay here without the wards kicking you out," Harry said, his tone exasperated. "There's Mundane repelling wards to stop the magical world from being found out…the runes are just bypassing the wards, there's nothing else attached to it." the shackles were another thing entirely. "Covering it won't stop them realizing a Mundane's in their midst." He actually teased Chris, his teasing took on a bitter tone, but consider all they'd been through it was no surprise.

Jasper and Sebastian seemed to find the most savage amusement over Chris' predicament.

Sebastian felt very odd, shock, he suspected, felt like that, a bit detached. After all his son, his fifteen-year-old son was suddenly a grown up. More confident, more assured of his place despite the earlier outburst of emotion. He would miss seeing his son grow into that confidence, his little pup. He loved all his children equally, even if he suspected his wife didn't, she was very attached to her first born. Laura but he put that down to the time she was spending teaching her how to be a good Alpha. Everything he'd learned had put that into doubt though.

"You alright?" Peter asked Sebastian, a knowing look on his face, "You can feel off kilter if need be…we are too…just in different ways."

Licking his lips, "Off Kilter doesn't describe it…my wife brought about the end of the goddamned world. How can you swallow something like that?"

"By realizing Talia isn't infallible, she was doing what she thought was right, she didn't believe or understand the power of the Nemeton. Without a Druid to tell her how important it was…it's hardly surprising now is it?" Peter shrugged uselessly.

"By Gaia's green earth, she should have picked up a book and been more concerned about her own territory than everyone else's." Harry commented. "Or how about actually watching her pack thrive instead of making sure everyone else's in order to feel important." As always giving the truth as he saw it, whether anyone liked it or not. "She's more concerned about her own reputation, of being needed, wanted, sought after…she's addicted that sort of power." He'd never understood that desire, but they were very different people.

"You are too," he added to Peter, "Must be a Hale thing," winking at him "Thankfully it isn't as prevalent in you." he'd rather help himself, but if he's seen as good and benevolent all the better. Peter was addicted to power, yes, but he'd never put a single thing before pack, not even power. Not that he needed more, he had a goddamned spark in his pack along with a very powerful wizard as Alpha-mate.

"Hardly, have you met my nephew?" Peter replied back causing Chris, Stiles and Derek to laugh.

"Which one?" Harry said bemused.

Peter inhaled sharply, yes, which one, he didn't just have a single niece and nephew left in the world. He had numerous nieces and nephews. All of whom were his responsibility. "Certainly, isn't Bastian, he's far more outgoing." Now he was going to get to see his nephew grow up, to see if he really does take after his namesake and Derek for that matter. Only he wouldn't be shaped like Derek was by the devastating loss.

"This way," Harry guided them towards the large meeting room that could hold them all comfortably.

"It smells…clean," Peter trailed off, not even the Hale mansion, as often as it was cleaned never smelt this good. Then again, it might be just his imagination after years of smelling death and decay around the world no matter where he was, whether on the run or sanctuary.

"The House-elves make a good job of cleaning everything," Harry explained, "Spells get rid of everything, even scents, I never bothered in sanctuary with all that…is it disconcerting?"

"No, it's different I'll grant you that, but not alarming." Peter said, too amazed by everything he was seeing to truly be alarmed.

Everything was just gleaming with opulence, it made Hale Mansion seem…insignificant in comparison. Even the ranch that Harry had called sanctuary for years seemed so small compared to this. Gold gleaming doors and walls, tiled floors, all with insignia's and beautiful attention to detail.

Peter blinked rapidly at the sight of so many people together, he could smell them all. What the had for dinner, the remnants of food on their breaths, how long since it had been since they washed and even family scents of those, they'd left behind to come here for this meeting.

Their clothing was…completely odd, and contrasted very different from person to person. It was almost as if he was dealing with different tribes, because the clothes they had on most definitely spoke of different tribes. Others were dressed normally; others were dressed much like his mate. Were they from different areas of the United States?

Another thing, they were all standing up, talking quietly but alert. They had noticed their entrance, and were watching and waiting curiously. They didn't know why they had been called the majority of them. This was going to shock them, that's for damn certain, it would shock anyone, even his family had been stunned.

Then Peter watched his magnificent mate once again, give everyone strength to persevere of what might come if they didn't act now.

Harry walked into the middle of the room, while Derek, Stiles, Jasper, Sebastian and Chris remained beside the doors, watching the entire scene. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming and on such short notice." He informed them all.

"Will you care to share why we've all been summoned here?"

"Well, I'm not here for tea and scones mate, I'm here for a reason," Harry retorted, "A very dire reason."

Peter muffled his amusement, he loved when Harry's accent became broad. He hadn't realized an English accent could arouse him; you learn something new every day. He ignored the looks of amusement that his father, brother-in-law and nephew gave him. Stiles was highly entuned to Derek's moods, realized what was going on very quickly, apparently, he could read his nephew even at such a young age.

Derek's scowl was adorable, and no doubt he'd become pissed about that very quickly, Peter reckoned in amusement.

"I am not the Harry Potter from this time," Harry informed them all, waiting patiently as everyone burst into questions, shocked by the pronouncement. "I am from the future."

"What happened that any wizard would dare meddle with time?" the president asked, there had to be a very strong reason, especially if it was a wizard such as Harry Potter…who knew information about his family that nobody else did. His body and emotions filled with tension and fear.

"The exposure of the supernatural world to the Mundane…" Harry spoke, but he couldn't get a word in edgewise immediately following his words. Terror and fear were prevalent, all of them shaken by the words in one way or another. Others became grim, determined, soldiers ready to go to war.

Peter began to realize that Harry was correct…they truly did fear the revelation of the supernatural world. Or rather, the magical world he supposed, as they would think of it as. Not that it came as a huge surprise, it was something werewolves too, feared above all else. It's why they trained their children from a young age, never shift, never reveal, never give cause for the humans to look too closely. Never reveal the supernatural world to the humans unless you want to be killed.

"How did this come to pass?" the president asked to know, his fear and terror carefully hidden, as he raised his hands, and a platform began to raise, bringing with it, a massive table that spanned nearly the size of the room, along with chairs, and to the front centre, some sort of glowing white platform.

Harry blinked, staring a little stunned at the question, he'd half expected to have to prove himself. To prove that he was who he said he was and that he truly had come back. As troublesome as he'd expected it all to be. Yet here he was, he could get straight to the story without having to detour and convince them.

The war tribunal had just been activated.

Something that of which, hadn't been active since the time of Gellert Grindelwald.

Much more satisfied with this! :)