Is This The World We Created

Chapter 32

"Mrs. Argent decided against the bite, she doesn't think she'd survive it and wanted to spend what time she had left with her son. We're back home, we'll see you when you get here."

Andromeda watched with fascination; she'd never seen an actual coloured Patronus before. They were all white, regardless of what kind of creature it was made off. Yet here she was seeing black mist of a Patronus with red eyes, it looked astonishingly real, but she'd seen this werewolf – Peter, was it? – put his hand through it and the black mist just parted. She'd never seen such a defined one, this spark was astonishing, she couldn't wait to meet him.

"I'm honestly surprised the eyes are red, Stiles always commented that he loved Derek's blue eyes," Peter said dryly, gauging their reactions to Stiles' magic. It made him wonder if he was underestimating Stiles, with their reactions, or if they were just so unused to Sparks that they didn't realize what they were capable of.

"It might have been to build his confidence," Harry said thoughtfully, "I recall a lot of werewolves felt ashamed of their blue eyes when sanctuary was first built. I managed to make them see that it was a good thing, it made them more human than the hunters that hunted them. They felt guilt for having to defend themselves and their pack. The day they killed and their eyes remained gold…would be a day for mourning the loss of self. And honestly? The ice blue stare was rather smoulderingly…" pausing as he realized Teddy was still in the room. "Cute." He ended up saying.

Peter smirked, "Cute?" he teased, it made him feel regret for a nanosecond that he didn't still have his own blue eyes. "I've never understood why people think blue is far more intimidating than the red."

"It's your features, the blue against those cheekbones? Deadly combination," Harry whispered, eyes gleaming in amusement. "At least you have blue eyes so I'll not miss them too much." Admittedly Derek was stunning as well, objectively speaking as an adult. He was just a fifteen-year-old gangly kid or something right now. It was hard to believe he had grown into the man he'd met.

Peter puffed up, if he'd been standing, he would have been strutting around like a peacock. Harry nudged him with his shoulder, the Patronus finally disappeared which should have happened far sooner to Harry's silent contemplation.

"Will you come with us?" Harry asked.

"Please Granny!" Teddy pleaded with her, he wanted to go with Uncle Harry. It sounded like a lot of fun going to live with this pack. It was lonely here, with only his grandmother, school was okay, but he didn't know them all that well. He'd never been invited to their birthday parties, or anything like that. They also hadn't come to his party, which hurt a lot. It still hurt, and it was nearly a whole year ago, his birthday was again in four months, April.

"You understand you'll be going to a different school, with different people? And you being British might make you stand out?" Andromeda told her grandchild, making sure he understood everything. He was only eight-years-old but she wanted to make sure he understood what would really happen. She didn't want to see him heartbroken and begging to go 'home' back here within a few days. Heartsickness was a thing; she'd missed her family so much after she left despite having Teddy and being pregnant with Nymphadora. Once disowned she was dead to the Black family. Nobody would give her the time of day if they wanted to remain in the family after all. So used to a big family she'd lost them all. So, yes, she didn't want Teddy feeling that heartsickness.

"Only for a few more years, but if you want, you can be tutored, most of his socialising needs would be met by the pack." Harry pointed out, he wished he could say socialising wasn't a big need to be filled. Unfortunately, he knew how important it was. He'd been so overwhelmed at Hogwarts he'd struggled so much. It had taken him five years to feel confident enough to actually make friends that weren't Ron and Hermione, hadn't shut everyone out. He could still remember the feeling of being gawked at all the time.

"I want to go!" Teddy said, his voice raising just a little in his irritation, but he did not raise his voice entirely. His grandmother did not tolerate that sort of behaviour from him, which sometimes made him feel like he wasn't allowed to express his own feelings with her. At least his Uncle Harry listened and let him be as loud as he liked.

"Then we shall give it a six-month trial, which I would say is more than fair, agreed?" Andromeda asked the young men who had swung into her home and caused such upheaval.

"The Hale mansion will take more than six months to finish," Peter pointed out pensively, "It will take more than a year to see it complete. Which we can both agree is hardly fair, given it will be a different location, weather will be vastly different also." The ranch was in one of the hottest states in the USA, whereas Beacon Hills barely hit the eleventh hottest states.

Harry conceded his point, "Weather I'll grant you, but if you use a magical company, it will be complete within five months once they've given the schematics." Letting Teddy lean against him, relishing in the fact he was there and alive. All else could be forgotten, Merlin, he had a second chance. He was finally going through what Peter, Stiles and Derek had already endured.

"But its near a town full or ordinary people." Peter frowned, "They would becoming very suspicious of a manor being built so quickly. They can be completely obvious and blind to an idiotic degree, but they're unfortunately not that stupid." Well, they had to be, they were in a town filled with all manner of supernatural creatures, and seriously, it's like they kept their heads buried in the earth. There was no other way to explain how they remained so oblivious.

Harry shook his head with a fond smile, "No, they'll see it's still under construction for an adequate period of time. They will also remain away from the area, unless we find Muggle repelling charms work on you guys then we'll need to figure something else out."

"They have magic," Andromeda interjected politely, "They'll not be affected by any of the spells."

"Yes, but some of the pack are Ordinary," Peter spoke.

Harry nodded, it was his thinking too, "There are bracelets that would render them able to come and go despite the magical wards."

"Of course, like MACUSA," Peter realized, eyes glimmering with delight, he couldn't wait to learn everything he could about all this magic. More importantly though, he wanted to see what the magical world had on sparks and his type of werewolf.

"Exactly like that," Harry confirmed, they wouldn't need to be left out or felt to be left out at any rate. "So, there is nothing to worry about, if you want a magical contractor and builder, it's easily found. We will need to sign some secrecy contracts; I don't want everyone knowing where I stay." Sighing in aggravation, "Something I'll have to get used to again." More of a grumbled complaint to himself than anything but naturally Peter could hear everything for miles.

Peter gave him a curious look, wondering at that statement. As a leader he surely was used to being constantly nagged and annoyed for one reason or another. "Should we leave them to pack? While they do you can take me around Hogsmeade." He had heard it mentioned so often that he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Harry grinned, "It would take only a few minutes for this place to be empty," nodding at Peter's incredulous look, "With a flick of a wand, the entire house can pack into a trunk. However, the Black library will need to be packed by hand, which will take a considerably longer time. They're delicate, and magic doesn't put them away delicately."

Andromeda nodded her agreement with that statement, some of the Black books were rare, one of a kind, hand written, bound by family. "The wards will need to be removed before you attempt to take the books out of the room. My uncle Orion was rather paranoid and made sure everything was secure."

"It's a good job for it, otherwise they would have been taken too." Harry said grimly, still really angry over that.

"Too?" Andromeda straightened like a snake moving into optimal striking position.

"Yes, when the Order took possession of the property…Sirius just let them disrespect everything. What wasn't binned was stolen and sold. Kreacher attempted to save what he could…and Sirius was rather angry with him for that." He hadn't shown his displeasure over Sirius doing that. Too scared of his godfather reacting in any negative manner. He hadn't wanted Sirius to hate him or see it as him taking Kreacher's side. Kreacher had been rather unpleasant to everyone in the Order. Kissing Teddy on the head, as the boy got bored of all the adult talk and moved back over to his gaming system all the while Teddy threw curious looks at Peter.

Andromeda was aghast, "How could he let such a thing happen?" shaking her head, he should have put his foot down, "It doesn't really matter, the Black family is ended."

"I am the Black heir," Harry reminded her. "You're forgetting that Dorea Potter was a Black."

Andromeda startled at that, "Was she not disowned?"

"No, surprisingly," Harry shook his head, "Once you're packed, head to the Portkey office, it's going to take a while, I'll empty out Grimmauld Place. If we aren't at the Ministry by the time you're done, head to the Leaky Cauldron and we will meet there is that alright?"

Peter was very curious about the conversation but he could wait for answers.

"We will," Andromeda declared, looking a little lost as her gaze roamed around her living room. She'd miss this, there were so many memories imbedded in these walls, but Teddy was her reason for living. If she refused to go for a house her daughter and husband would never forgive her. No, the memories would be enough, and that was that.

"You won't regret it, and this place will be here if you ever want to come back," Harry said, squeezing Andromeda's shoulder, feeling a little bit guilty for uprooting her but he wasn't going to live without Teddy again. It was his turn to be selfish for once in his life.

"You're quite right, yes," Andromeda agreed, standing up, she summoned her trunks, the letters all different on them all. AB AT (her maiden name and her marriage name) and NT ET (her daughter and her husband). "Go on now, before you're here all day, I don't want to have to spend the night in the Leaky Cauldron." Urging them on, she wanted a real bed (her bed) to sleep tonight.

"We'll see you soon," Harry said, moving over to kiss Teddy and promise to be back soon, that he would be meeting them at the Leaky Cauldron. He gave Teddy and extra strong hug before forcing himself away. The feeling of fear that something might happen when he wasn't there almost rendering him frozen. However, he knew it was irrational and that he couldn't live that way.

Peter was watching Andromeda have everything placed in the trunks, sofa, TV, games, game system, pouffes, table, all items that were on the fireplace, just the living was literally emptied in the time it took Harry to hug Teddy and walk over to Peter, and all without anyone being hurt. The only thing that was left was the laminate flooring and four people. "That was…out of this world."

"Are you not used to magic?" Andromeda asked, it didn't seem that way.

"Used to defensive magic more than anything," Peter confessed, "But every day usage is still mind-blowing." Seeing was different to knowing it was possible in his view, he guesses he knew what Stiles went through when he was thrust headfirst into the whole supernatural shitshow. "It makes my respect for Stiles far prevalent than before." If this was how he felt as an adult already aware of some aspect of the supernatural on a whole…how was it for someone entirely unaware?

Andromeda gave a slow nod; she couldn't say she truly understood what he'd been through. The sheer horror of it made her balk at thinking of such things. The exposure of magic again was terrifying to all magical kind. She wasn't surprised MACUSA had done what it had, they'd lived through the hell of it twice. It's why they'd had such tight restrictions on interacting with Muggles. She shuddered visibly, truly upset of what had happened and prayed to Merlin that it wouldn't occur again. At least if it did, she'd be in the safety of a pack, and they had survived it once, they'd know exactly what to do. However, the steps they'd taken to stop it should hopefully prevent that horrid future they had travelled from.

Harry moved out of the front door, which perplexed Peter, "Why?"

Harry didn't need to know more to understand his question, "Muggles, they saw us coming in, cameras are up in two different directions and a very nosy elderly woman across the road."

"I know," Peter answered, both of them were hypervigilant, they'd been in a war that required constant vigilance. It wasn't going to fade away any time soon, but he hadn't expected Harry to care and do as he please. "I just didn't think it would be a concern. Wouldn't Ordinary people just think the cameras glitched or they just missed them, us, leaving? I mean Andromeda has just packed up her entire home…without anything being taken out." He added as they both walked down the road they'd came up, the alleyway they had apparated was in view.

"Any magical with half a brain that knows the Muggle world, makes sure not to be foolish, it's soon going to be impossible to Apparate anywhere when the Muggles have cameras up everywhere. Bad enough they have them on their phones to capture it right away." Harry said, lips pursed. "Funny thing is that Hogwarts is so backwards that the pureblood's and wizarding raised Half-blood's have no clue of the magical worlds capabilities and how easily done it would be to find out about magic and how easily they could be wiped out. They believe they're superior because they have magic. Truthfully I'm not sure they'd believe it."

"Just Hogwarts?" Peter questioned tersely.

"Just Hogwarts, MACUSA is intelligent enough to realize the threat Muggles pose and kept an eye on their capabilities. America is far superior in both numbers and intelligence, my world, Britain…it's like stepping into the 17th century, there's hardly been any progress and the Minister? Bought and paid for, Hogwarts education declined badly. I had no idea it was such a bad school; all I knew was it was the best magical school which was all lies. Ilvermorny curriculum is amazing, I wish I had attended."

"And Ilvermorny is the American's magical school?" Peter deduced, recalling it being mentioned before.

"It is," Harry said, "Ready?"

"Oh, now you ask?" Peter said dryly, watching Harry roll his eyes in exasperation.

"I had enough claw marks from getting werewolves to safety, it's sheer luck I survived some of them." Harry said wryly, before Apparating them both out of there. "They were all bitten though, and didn't have the control you guys do." He hadn't been mauled by a born Werewolf, but hurt by dozens of bitten werewolves, he wasn't sure if there was any real connection to it.

Peter glanced around, his nose wrinkling a little at the smell, "I've always hated the cities, the smell is atrocious. Too many cars, too many people, and the smell they leave in their wake felt as though it would choke us."

Harry unobtrusively waved his hand as he continued walking.

"Thank you," Peter said in gratitude.

"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place," Harry said, staring at the grim building, it truly had been named adequately. "It used to have the Fidelius charm cast over it, it would have been amazing to see it materialise between the two buildings for you…it certainly did me."

Peter could just imagine that being the case.

"Just…don't touch anything, please, there are some objects left in the house and they might be heavily cursed." Harry said, explaining why and not just demanding he not touch something and curiosity getting the better of him. Peter was a curious one, and Harry relished in the fact he'd have a partner who genuinely was curious about magic and didn't just tolerate it. Helped along by the fact Peter didn't care he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Yes, it was because Peter didn't know, but still. "The Black's were notorious for creating dark curses without bothering to create a counter-curse." His tone dryer than mummy dust.

"What on earth is that?" Peter asked, eyeing the Troll umbrella stand in trepidation.

Harry grinned, "That's an umbrella stand made out of a Troll hide, Teddy's mum tripped up on that every single time she stepped through the door. Which guaranteed to wake up…"

Peter poked it with his clawed fingers in revulsion, why would anyone keep Trolls hide in their home? It smelt…actually, it didn't really smell of anything, the house itself though stank something foul. His strength caused the stand to smack into the wall.

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the…" shrieked Walburga, causing Peter to shift fully, and clasp his hands over his ears.

"Befoul the house of my fathers…" Harry echoed Walburga's words, well aware of the order of them by now.

Then Peter roared in Walburga's face, fully changed into his Beta shift, enraged by her words.

"It's okay, Peter, she's not worth it," staring at the life-sized portrait of Walburga Black. "She was just a miserable old bitch of a woman. She had it all and she could have been happy. Instead she made everyone inside of this house just as miserable as she was. Nothing not even her son doing everything he could to please her worked. He died for her stupid belief's."

Walburga straightened up, affronted by his words.

"Voldemort was a half-blood like me, you bloody stupid cow," Harry curtly stated, wand out he flicked out Tom Marvolo Riddle, and flicked it once more and watched it turn into, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. "Your sons were better than you, they died heroes. I should have done this a long time ago. Peter you might want to back away."

Peter did, knowing there was always a reason for any suggestion Harry made. He suspected it would be something to do with fire, and he was quite correct. As Harry set the tip of his wand next to the frame and set it ablaze. The paint caught on fire, and it spread across the frame, and after one single shriek, noise faded. Peter didn't get to hear the agonising shrieking of Walburga raging in fear. Harry heard it all, and he stood there staring at her. It didn't give him as much satisfaction as he would have liked but it would have to do. Sirius would have approved.

Before too long the painting stopped shrieking when it ceased to be a painting. Instead, the wall was charred, and the painting, frame and curtains gone, reduced to ash at Harry's feet. Harry nodded, turning to meet Peter's gaze, trying to gauge how he felt about the fire but Peter wasn't staring at that he was looking around the rest of the property in disgust.

It was an abandoned old property, what was in there looked like it belonged in the 18th century, he knew.

"Are the books in any state to be read?" Peter questioned, after poking his head out of the kitchen.

"Yes, you should have seen it before there was an attempt to clean it," Harry said wryly, before gesturing for Peter to follow him, as he led them to the library. "But Walburga died when I was really young, there's a family tree downstairs if you're interested." Surprising himself with the fact he'd recalled when Walburga died within his lifetime.

Peter didn't even design to pretend interest, as they walked into the library, now this was what he wanted. The urge to touch them, to read them, greedily took place in his heart but he didn't touch.

Then he watched as Harry's body began to exude magic, glowing brightly, that brightness saturated the room. Peter stepped back, watching it all with wide eyed wonder, it was like a magical web, and it was slowly and delicately being undone, like knitting. The magical web was all different colours, he wondered at their job, and he was unaware he'd asked until Harry answered.

"The red is the source of the books being bound to the room, so I'm having to remove all spells on the room to get to it. I can't just remove that particular one, it would cause a cascade failure and it would destroy the books." Harry explained.

"There is like forty different spells," Peter said gaze flickering in interest all around, wondering if it was usual for magic to be visible or if he was only seeing it because Harry was powerful.

Visible to the naked eye (human) there would only be fifteen strands of colour. However, Peter had a superior sight, that worked on even magic, and he could see there were forty different colours various shades he assumed had something to do with different spells.

Harry felt rather smug at the fact Peter was so intelligent, he'd put the majority of wizards to shame. Then again, as Hermione had said, logic wasn't quite a wizards strong suit. Voldemort died when he was in his 60s like an idiot, with horcruxes instead of just living for over 200 years like the trolly lady on the Hogwarts express. Hell, he could have just stolen the philosopher stone if he was that determined to obtain immortality. So, yes, intelligence was important to him.

"This one prevents dust so that the books aren't inundated with it." Harry commented, as one of the colours bit the dust.

"This one prevents anyone that's not a Black handle them, anyone with impure blood, Muggle blood, gets screamed at." Harry commented, and he was impressed with the work that had gone into that spell, he was definitely going to read the Black grimoires.

Peter glanced at the books his curiosity nearly getting the better of him.

"This one preserves them,"

"This one prevents aging,"

"This one keeps the books fully intact,"

"This one physically shields anyone with bad intentions of holding the books."

Peter watched and listened as each layer of magic was removed, until only one remained and the other thirty-nine spells. He was beginning to wonder if they'd be back before evening fell, this library was massive and there was only two of them. He was fast, yes, but not that fast.

Then the last one fizzled out leaving Peter feeling strangely bereft and the magical strength had faded too. "Mesmerising," Peter murmured, hmm he guessed Andromeda not being entirely wrong when she said the owner of this place was paranoid. All those spells? Well, only half of them screamed paranoia, the other half was consistent protection against any harm to them. Water, fire, mould, guests trying to help themselves to the books etc.

"Bloody hell, I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to tear them down." Harry grumbled, shaking his head, "Which by the way I wouldn't have if I hadn't been Heir Black."

"Can I ask you something, why are you heir Black but Lord Potter?" Peter questioned, perplexed, it wasn't usually how it worked.

"I'm heir Black so that if I have more than one child, I can give any second son, or just a son since the Potter name can be presided over by a female. So, that the child could take the Black name and revive the Black family. It won't have the clout it used to, the main branch was around since the Middle Ages, it's elevated in status and wealth. They were proud of their long and illustrious line. I wouldn't have bene heir Black if it wasn't for my godfather though, since Draco Malfoy is the closest by blood to the Black family. Teddy secondary, I would have been third, then it would have gone to the Rosier or the Crabbe families." The Crouch name was also gone now.

"I see," Peter murmured, "And do you intent to have children?" inquisitively.

"Wizards can get pregnant; it takes a few potions and nine months later hello baby. There will be no cheating, it's not something I'll tolerate." Harry declared, staring at Peter grimly. "I think we can both agree that it would be a line we cannot uncross, right?"

"Yes," Peter fully agreed, the thought of Harry cheating had him wanting to rage. He would kill whoever dared put a hand on his mate.

"Good, now let's get everything packed and meet up, hopefully there will be enough daylight left to see Hogsmeade. Perhaps have dinner in the Leaky Cauldron, depends on when the Portkey is set for." Harry said, kissing Peter before summoning a few trunks, one of them had S.O.B on the front.

"Not well liked, was he?" Peter teased, ruefully, picking up books until they sat under his chin. Moving over to the trunk, and began to carefully put them in.

Harry laughed, "I think he got a kick out of it to be honest, Sirius Orion Black, ah, I think he would have pissed you off though." doing exactly the same as Peter, carrying about seven or eight books over to the trunk and getting them put in before Peter was back with another load of his own.

"Why do you believe that?" Peter questioned.

"Because you're very serious, you have a serious outlook on life, Sirius was one that would try to bring joy and laughter into all situations whether it was a good thing or not. He suffered in Azkaban for twelve years, not sure what he was like before but yeah, he tried to lighten the mood every time I saw him." Harry said, emptying the shelf, and moving over to the chest.

"Doesn't sound like a bad thing," Peter commented idly.

"Sirius…got his amusement at the extent of another," Harry revealed, standing back up moving over to the shelf.

"He was a bully," Peter deduced, "You're quite right, he likely would have pissed me off. Only if it was at the expense of the pack, anyone else, would indeed be fair play." He didn't care about anyone other than his pack other than to the extent of what they could do for him.

Harry laughed, "Merlin, you'd have hated me when I was younger." Ruefully shaking his head.

"A do-gooder that would risk your life to save others? I think you're right on that front." Peter replied, "If you attempt anything like that…I'll kill you myself." He would not lose his mate to some idiot who got themselves into a bit of trouble.

Harry made a thoughtful sound, as if to say he'd think about it.

They both knew Peter was serious though.

Harry didn't mind, it was...beautiful having a significant other that would destroy the world for you, not kill you to save the world.

A/n – 5 thousand words in a day been a long time since I've been able to do that! Not bad going at all 😊 I did promise to try to update more consistently since lately I've been lucky to update once a week! Three times a week is something I want to do 😊 too many stories not enough time 😉 lol anyway there we go! I hope you're enjoying it; I do want this to have more wizarding world in it than Teen Wolf since A Life Worth Living was more Teen Wolf than HP 😊 will Teddy get along with the others and love his new life? ultimately calling Harry, dad and Peter a title too? What do you think? I don't want it to be father too formal and despite Andromeda's attempts Harry's going to let him get away with far more than she would 😊 lol anyways R&R please