Is This The World We Created

A/N – if you notice any Ian Hale written instead of Ryan Hale, please pop a note of the chapter and were. I have both written on the SAME document it's so silly! I'm not sure where I screwed up and when don't mention the how omg it's very rare I screw up (nowadays) because I have all the names right at the top of the document as a reminder.

Chapter 30

Peter paused in the front of the Stilinski residence; daughter ensconced in his arms safe at last. At least she wouldn't remember the last hellish decade and then some. He had a proper chance to be a father to Malia this time around and he swore never to take it for granted. He'd mess up, of that he had no doubt, no parent was perfect, but he would never mess up enough for her to turn her back on him. He'd also never let her be manipulated, especially not by the likes of McCall. Not that it could happen, since the boy was dead, and he couldn't shed even an ounce of regret, even for Stiles' sake.

"Would you prefer to go somewhere else for tonight?" Harry asked, just slightly behind Peter, observing the werewolf, who had a clear look of constipated trepidation on his face. It was the only thing Harry could say it looked like, but he didn't have a super sniffer like most of the pack. "You don't need to do everything today." Although he understood the wish to do so.

Peter inhaled sharply, shaking his head, "I'm the Alpha, they need me." And it was true, the entire pack (even Talia whether she admitted it or not) they had almost been killed. Would have been killed, and had their worlds turned upside down. They were all unsettled, thankfully not too much. His constant presence and explanations likely helped. Although, they would likely desire to have their own privacy for a bit.

"They do," Harry agreed, inclining his head, confirming what Peter already knew.

Peter brought his daughter closer to his chest, as he began to walk up the very familiar – yet unfamiliar – path. The garden was at least marginally looked after. Bursting with life, plants strewn all over the place in an artful way. Likely still there from where Stiles' mother, Claudia. It would be unlikely they'd bloom again unless they were Perennial obviously.

He wasn't looking forward to the oncoming confrontation, it's not what he'd imagined coming back would be like. He wouldn't change anything, it just meant he got to keep his pack. Honestly, he wouldn't have remained if Talia had taken the high road and tried to interfere with his and his daughter's life.

"I find myself caught with the feeling coming back wasn't what I imagined it would be." Peter confessed, as Harry opened the door. "I know we already discussed it, but it's truly dawning on me now." Don't get him wrong he was so very relieved that his entire pack was whole and alive.

Harry hummed his agreement, understanding all too well, imagining how the family would be was vastly different from its reality. No doubt Peter remembered his sister far fonder than the reality of seeing her working against him. Harry couldn't ponder on if that would have been his reality too. Whether his parents would have been able to live up to the expectations he'd built as a young teenager. Likely not, since they'd just been out of teenage-hood a few years when they passed.

The door closed behind them with a solemn click.

Jasper inhaled sharply, a choked-up sound leaving his lips as he froze half way off the sofa. Staring at his grandchild from where she was nestled in her father's arms. Blinking rapidly, he swallowed thickly, she was the spitting image of his wife. Jerking upwards, he slowly approached the sleeping child, hand shaking as he touched her. "Blessed be, lass, and welcome to the Hale Pack." He murmured reverently, only removing his hand to wipe away the tears, his wife would have been so happy.

"We really need to find somewhere else to stay," came the grumbling reply of Sonia, blinking in startled surprise to see her brother and a wide beaming smile spread across her face. "You're back," her voice lowering when she noticed the baby, a look of awe and sweet adoration swept across her face. "I'm an aunt again." Padding forward, louder than a wolf, but not much as she made a conscious effort to be as silent as possible.

"There are a few options, but I'd like to share them with Peter first," Harry said, tone soft and quiet, "You're quite right, we cannot all remain here while you rebuild your lives."

Peter glanced briefly at Harry, "The Ranch?" he deduced, wondering what it looked like without all the magical creatures inside, human, animals and food contained within.

Harry blinked, other than mere seconds, he offered no reaction to Peter's accurate deduction. "Indeed, the children can still attend school – if they do so – I can Apparate them there, or they can use a Portkey, I'll be creating one for each of them regardless to be used in the event of an emergency."

"It…it gets through Mountain ash?" Sonya asked, eyes wide and hopeful, turning away from her niece for the first time.

"Yes, my magic isn't…restricted by the things that restrict werewolves," Harry replied, giving her a reassuring smile. he'd noticed that she very rarely let her children out of her sight. Who would given what had happened? She'd nearly lost them, as well as her own life but he'd bet his vaults she hadn't cared as much about herself but wishing hopelessly that her children somehow survived the horror visited upon them. "It will ensure their safety," he'd made sure they couldn't remove it and perhaps add a spell to make it invisible to all but the wearer.

"What's the ranch like? Where is it?" Ryan queried, constantly keeping an eye on the exits and the windows to ensure there wasn't any incoming threats.

Harry noticed the signs right away, post-traumatic stress syndrome and high vigilance. He made a silent note to ask Peter if it was there before and the fire heightened it. Stiles and Derek were already much the same as Ryan along with Peter and himself. That was easily explained, they'd been living in a war-torn planet for years. "It's private, no neighbours for miles upon miles. It's just outside of Texas, and very idyllic." It had been until he'd been forced to begin growing food, building on the land. "It will also have wards up so you'll be entirely safe." He couldn't help but think that Ryan actually needed that very much.

Ryan relaxed, nodding, "That sounds good." To be able to let out their wolves and just run? Play? Have fun? They couldn't even truthfully do that on the Preserve trails, since people used them even though they were technically private property.

"We've always been in Beacon Hills; we founded this town!" Talia was unable to stop herself from commenting. "We will be in it until it's no longer a town. Or a Hale alive to be in it."

"Which almost came to pass while you were Alpha," Harry darkly commented, without an ounce of care for how she'd feel. Blunt to the point of being painful.

Talia glared ferociously at Harry, the urge to kill him strong, but he had saved her, saved her pack, and that left her feeling duty bound despite everything that was happening.

"Do you want me to take her and put her beside Corey, Dorea and Aaron?" Sonya asked, already moving, ready to take Malia at a second's notice. Almost wedging herself between her Alpha – Peter – and her father, Jasper. Their father seemed utterly frozen in time; his eyes hadn't been removed from Malia since she'd come in. It was spooky how much she resembled their mother, no doubt about it. It was likely very painful for him seeing her. This might also do him some good! He was a decent enough grandfather, but nothing like she remembered her grandparents being. Who were cut down in their prime on separate occasions may they rest in peace.

"I doubt she'll be going anywhere anytime soon," Ryan said, finally showing amusement, but it didn't last long as his gaze shot out the window once more. His other senses were directly honed in on his three children. If he could, he'd be walking around with Corey in his arms, his youngest human daughter who was only ten months old and had almost been killed by hunters. He understood that himself, the urge to nest his entire family together was strong.

Harry chuckled, "Indeed, how is Noah?" not surprised to see Stiles and Derek were likely ensconced on their own.

Peter finally moved, but he didn't take his daughter out of the room. No, he set her comfortably on the sofa, snatching a cover immediately after and covered her up in his scent, packs scent. He stared at her unable to believe that this was his life.

"He's still a little…slow, to react, to talk, to think," Ryan commented, recalling earlier, "Is that normal?" it was alarming for him to see, considering how fast and agile werewolves were. His wife was human, yes, but nowhere near nothing like that so yes, he'd been alarmed.

"Stiles was alarmed," Sebastian told Harry, "I think he's withholding an urge to use his own magic to try and correct any damages. However, he's fearful of it interacting with his own magic, it stayed his hand."

"Good job he did," Harry commented, mildly alarmed. "He would cause irreparable damage; he's likely never done anything relating to mind magic before." Glancing at Peter in silent question.

Peter shook his head, no, he couldn't recall Stiles ever doing anything suchlike.

"It takes practice, the mind is one thing you don't play with," Harry replied, thinking of Hermione, and the sheer hypocrisy of that one. Well, sort of, since he wasn't Hermione, he'd never played around with the mind arts. Merely asked someone inexperienced – Hermione – to obliviate Death Eaters. Something that could have backfired horrendously on everyone involved. It was just sheer luck that Hermione's penchant for following the rules of spells written in the spell books hadn't steered her wrong. Unlike the potion's books, but it had been forewarned that the NEWTS advanced potions would test your imagination and understanding of the potion ingredients.

"Did you find the money?" Peter asked his father tersely. $117 million of those bearer bonds were his, it was his inheritance. The rest were bonds put there by various Hales throughout time. The use of bearer bonds had faded over the last few decades, but Peter rather liked the thought of them and had transferred his inheritance into them. They were meant to be safe, but he knew now just how unsafe the vault actually was and thus he intended to remove anything of value or worth from it. One thing at a time though, he needed sleep, he was about to keel over in exhaustion, and coming from him that said something. Likely due to the trip through time, it would take a while he reckoned, especially if Harry was using potions to perk him up.

"I did," Jasper replied, tapping the case on the table, "Why on earth did you transfer it into bearer bonds, son? It would have been far safer in the bank."

"Wrong and wrong," Stiles said cheerfully as he made his way down, breaking the tension slightly. "The money would have been taken when Peter was deemed 'dead' and they actually stolen out of the Hale vault, by a hunter."

Derek trailing behind him flushed red in mortification and humiliation. He was to blame for what had happened; many people had died as a result of it too. Recalling everyone who was targeted from Beacon Hills onwards by the Deadpool, considering what happened…it was he guessed, a good thing really, who would have wanted to live through this damn war?

Harry chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll teach you blood wards, it will mean only you and those you actually allow to get anywhere near your inheritance. I can do the same for the vaults if you wish." Giving a rather smug look at Talia as if to say 'try and get them then'. "You can put them in my trunk for now if you want."

Peter inclined his head in silent agreement and gratitude before his red eyes blazed upon his sister, "Why?" he commanded, the Alpha authority strong in his vocal cords. What on earth did she think she was doing? She had her own inheritance, which admittedly had dwindled far quicker than his own. Mostly because she was weak to the whims of her children and liked to have the best of everything. With her ability to fully shift her clothes had borne the brunt of it.

Talia jutted out her jaw, remaining resolutely silent and stubborn. It wasn't anything nefarious, not really, at least she didn't believe so.

Stiles huffed, "It's obvious," he grumbled, squashing Derek's hand in his, angry and giving comfort to his mate, who likely felt awful at the moment. When would things begin to settle down? It felt like they'd done nothing but panic and scramble for so long.

"What do you mean?" Derek asked his mate, frowning harshly, his face scrunched up.

Peter glanced at Stiles who looked fondly exasperated, his mate likely wouldn't wish to think badly of anyone in his family. Except of course, him, but that had been deserved and forgiven. "Indeed," he replied to Stiles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jasper, Dominic and Laila chuffed, while Jasper spoke, the relief suffusing him leaving him almost shaken. "The one without a sibling figuring it out first." But he had seen just how vastly intelligent Stiles actually was, he was gifted, there was little doubt about it. If they needed to strategize anything, he'd direct them all to Stiles.

"You think it's just a case of sibling rivalry?" Stiles asked dubiously, eyeing Talia with a cautious eye, blinking, he realized something about what he'd been told. "Oh, bloody hell, he tried with you, didn't he? Deaton? He tried to get you to become what he wanted, what he desired out of an Alpha…when you wouldn't cede to his will, he began to start with Scott…he's had this planned the entire time…"

Deaton advised my mum, but she refused to go… Derek had commented on the peace conference.

Deaton tried to get Talia to attend the peace summit, only a fool would attend with the Argents there. Don't get me wrong, they weren't as bad as we know them now, but Gerard? He'd been picking up quite a reputation, whispers and rumours only, but it was enough for me. Enough to worry Talia, especially considering it was happening in her territory. Peter had commented darkly, his countenance back then one of warring rage, grief and suffering.

Then the fire conveniently happened and he was not available to help?

Then there was Derek's words earlier, about Deaton, how he already knew Scott and had something planned. Derek would never keep anything from Stiles, even for his own good. He'd learned the hard way never to do that, and Stiles hated being kept in the dark. "He stiffened when he heard Scott's name, the shock and deception that wafted from him was as good as a confession. I don't know why or what he was attempting, it is all rather fishy if you ask me, and I'm sorry I didn't get answers for you, his death will just have to suffice." Looking like a downtrodden teenager when he was an adult, both of them were.

There would only be one reason Deaton would begin with Scott, because he'd already given up on the other Alpha, he'd been training for whatever. He'd let the Hales die because he'd stopped caring about them, they weren't living up to his grand plan, his balance.

Peter swallowed, "And if that is true, he would have let us die because of it." Sick erupting up his throat, it was a very real possibility.

Stiles, Derek and Peter glanced at each other, hollowed by what they'd just learned, and how much their lives had been affected by it.

"He's dead and he cannot come back," Harry reassured them, understanding all too well, that betrayal? It was far more devastating than words could express. He'd gone through it with Dumbledore. "How are the kids?" speaking primarily to Sonya, Ryan and Sebastian.

"Scared," Sebastian stated grimly, "Bastian is having nightmares, and it isn't helping being cooped up." It didn't help that he'd been away so much, and Talia wouldn't give Bastian any reassurance. He hadn't seen her hug their son in about six or seven months. It was a miracle he managed to get out of the room without freaking his son out.

"We could never get him out of the garden," Derek explained with troubled fondness. "Our of us all, he loved the outdoors the most."

"And he's not going out now?" Jasper asked, deeply concerned.

"No," Sebastian murmured, his son was traumatised by what he'd seen and witnessed that night. Despite their best in keeping everyone calm, they'd been in despair themselves. Bastian had been the most affected, Harry had cleared his lungs so he didn't need to go to the hospital. All of the children were subdued but none showed the same symptoms as Bastian.

Harry was pleased to see that they weren't brushing off the child's trauma as insignificant. "Some semblance of normality may help the nightmares somewhat." Making no absurd comments that he'd be just fine, because trauma affected everyone differently. He idly noticed to his distain, that Talia was unconcerned, while everyone else had a concerned countenance. "Shall we begin the process of moving to the ranch?"

Stiles stiffened, "What?" he asked, his voice filled with shock, what was Harry talking about?

"I'm not leaving Stiles," Derek said vehemently, although he did look a little bit torn. He just got his family back and they hadn't had any time to catch up let alone anything else. He didn't want to be parted from them, nor from Stiles, he was much too worried to allow such a thing.

"Nobody is asking you to, but it's rather packed here and it's not truly doable long term." Harry stated firmly. "The Hale house is inhabitable. It will take a long time before a new building replaces what they've lost. I am going to make some Portkey's so that you can travel back and forth instantaneously. You'll be able to come here whenever you please, or pop into the Ranch. Adding my godson Teddy and his grandmother to the pile isn't possible." Not treating Stiles like a child but an adult that he was. Which most of the Hale pack were still struggling with.

"What about the Argents?" Jasper asked, still distrustful of the two remaining Argents. "What about the rest of the hunters? Everything that happened? Was it a success?"

Harry felt like he was being weighed down by chains, he was exhausted. Exhausted to the point he felt as though he was about to collapse on everyone. Yet he understood their reticence, their demands for answers, he would be right there with them if he didn't already know the answer. He could see the others were all desperate for answers, silent but so desperately seeking answers. They also had a look of feeling very awkward, as lovely as Noah had been, they were all squashed into the living room that was meant for no more than a family of six perhaps.

"They'll be with us," Harry confirmed, he wouldn't leave them to their own devices. He didn't trust them, he respected Argent's resolve, but didn't trust him. As for the daughter, all he'd learned did not put her in the best of lights. However, she was just a child, Teddy's age for Merlin's sake. She would never become the person she had been. She had the entire pack to prevent that, and a father that fled all he knew in an effort to save her. Never let it be said that Chris Argent didn't love his daughter.

Peter glanced at Harry and his lips twitched, both of them thinking the same. "Is he still in MACUSA?"

Harry inclined his head, "As of when I left, yes, and it's likely only his daughter will wrench him from his mother's side. Unless, he trusts you utterly, with his daughter's life enough to let her out of his sight for days?"

Jasper snorted, "I'd bet my fortune he doesn't trust his own shadow." Someone raised the way Chris was? He'd likely not even trusted his own wife, and ultimately not even been able to trust his own daughter. What a life he'd led, and he refused to feel sorry for the man. Even if he had given it all up to protect one person and that's someone who had been manipulated from birth to see werewolves as demons.

The sudden arrival of a white spectre startled them all, causing a few shouts of surprise.

"Oh dear," Harry murmured, suspecting heavily what was happening.

"What is that?" Laura asked loudly, looking at the spectre suspiciously.

"Argent has requested the presence of either Peter or Derek Hale, he is in the medic wing at MACUSA as soon as feasible possible." The cow Patronus said, mouth open, surprising them all when words had begun to emerge.

"She's dying," Stiles commented after giving a look at Derek who agreed.

"Who?" Ryan enquired, tensing immediately.

"Joan Argent," Harry said ruefully, smirking wryly, "A man who was raised to abhor werewolves is about to beg them to change his mother."

"It's highly unlikely she'd survive the bite," Peter pointed out mildly alarmed. People who were emotional didn't think rationally, could Chris remain rational in the face of knowing the werewolves couldn't help his mother?

"You're not biting an Argent; the bite is a gift and we must be careful to whom we offer it." Talia aghast at the idea of offering an Argent the gift of a bite. Nobody except family or married into the family deserved the bite, everyone else was completely unworthy.

"She'll be strong enough," Harry refuted, "Potions are good, admittedly not miracle workers but it will give her strength enough for what's to come. Once that's done, she'll gather her own strength." Completely indifferent to whether it succeeded or not, he honestly didn't care for any Argent. Part of him wished he could wipe them out entirely.

"It's not quite so simple," Peter confessed, glancing at his family. "The family has never bitten a human that wasn't family. Also, to the point, it's been two generations since anyone was bitten, those that are ordinary are happy to be that way. They've never had to welcome anyone from the outside." Both of them, Talia and he had been born werewolves, so there was no need to bite, Talia married a Beta werewolf, who became Alpha mate and Bastian and the others were too young to decide if they wanted the bite yet.

Stiles blinked, owlishly, "Huh, should have guessed," he murmured, scratching his chin absently, it explained Derek's inability to understand his own pack who were filled with bitten teenagers. Leaning against the main banister post, all of them were utterly exhausted and moving on fumes. The kids were the only ones (for the most part) getting sleep. "We all need some proper rest." Noticing that Harry was almost sleeping where he was slouched.

"I agree," Jasper answered.

"Kreacher?" Harry called out, ignoring the looks that indicated they all believed him crazy.

"Yes, we're creatures…well deducted," Laura proclaimed.

Harry laughed, amused despite himself, even Derek gave a short chuckle, vividly reminded of the sister who had lost their entire family. The hardened sassy older sibling he hadn't done well without until he got his mate.

"Master Harry Potter called Kreacher?" Kreacher asked, staring at the people with Harry with unconcealed disgust, they weren't wizards so he assumed they were Muggles. That was until Peter flashed his red eyes, not taking that lying down. The disgust abated, as the house-elf became far more careful.

"Take Dobby and Winky and all three of you prepare the Black-Potter Ranch here in USA for habitation." Harry told him, "For at least twenty-eight people. Focus on the bedrooms… and kitchen first and foremost, all else can wait. I already have a feast for us made, so that is also not a priority." A yawn breaking half the sentence when he spoke.

"Derek and I are staying here," Stiles answered, he was not leaving his father on his own.

Kreacher popped away, with Peter and Stiles watching in fascination. Their awe of the magical world and everything they were seeing and experiencing. The desire to digest all possible knowledge was every raging and they were determined to see it through.

Harry rubbed his eyes with his thumb, palm and fingers, while he spoke, "That's your call, but your fathers on nightshift, you can sleep there and return here before he even knows you're even gone. He shouldn't be working if he's confused."

"Tell that to my dad," Stiles said in fond exasperation. "I think he's doing it to avoid Melissa, I should go visit but…I don't think I can stomach it." Even if it was out of character for him at this point. Everyone grieves differently, and he'd just lost his mom so people would claim they 'understand' which gave him a little leeway.

"Shall I go to MACUSA?" Derek suggested, he'd slept with Stiles earlier, unlike Peter and Harry who had been out seeking Malia. He knew Peter wouldn't wish to leave her quite so soon. Sure, Stiles had been before, but not really able to see much, except the war room. It had been such a tense situation Stiles likely hadn't had a chance to take much in once they got started.

Any sign of tiredness evaporated from Stiles as he perked up, "Yes!" hopping on one leg, positively vibrating. That and he honestly wanted to see this unknown Argent for himself. Hopefully she wasn't like any of the others, as much as he liked Allison, she had a shadow of Victoria and Kate in her that would be difficult to deal with. Right now, she was just a small child with chubby cheeks and quite adorable really.

Gratitude suffused Peter, he didn't like how tired his mate was. Hated that he felt like he'd need to chose between taking care of his daughter or mate. He turned to stare at his sister, who was just as repentant as ever. "You and I will speak tomorrow and decide your fate."

A/n – will the remaining Argents end up accepting the bite for one reason or another over the years? Will Chris' mom survive the bite? Or will this begin the distancing between Chris and the pack? Or will Harry manage to save the day? He is the MOD after all 😉 this story is going so spectacularly slowly, part of me is exasperated by that but the other part is relieved. I have nothing planned once they're all settled, nothings came to me either. Upside by the time they're settled it will likely be 70 chapters in lol 😊 anyway there we go I hope you enjoy it, adding the Argent's in really, really surprised me. I don't always agree with my muses 😉 lol I think my thoughts on ALL the Argent's is well known…and the had the gall, the audacity to bring them back in for the movie . they cannot help themselves but add in Argent after Argent eh! We'll see how it is and if Scott dies I'll actually watch it haha sorry for those that like him but I can't right from the first episode saying someone's family deserved to die over a girl he met a few days ago is sickening I would never have said something like that at sixteen/seventeen years old R&R please!

Also still no clue what to do with Talia and Laura...have them cede to Peter or break out on their own with Laura inevitably coming an Alpha and both ending up behind bars by their own community?