Is This The World We Created

Chapter 33

The rest of the day proved to be relaxing as Peter got to thoroughly investigate each shop in main Diagon Alley that caught his interest. The only ones he ultimately didn't actually step in were Ollivander's and Madam Malkin's Robes: For All Occasions. Harry had to put at least half the books back in the bookstore, only for Peter to round them back up again! Apparently, he wanted them for his own personal collection.

"That's just a waste of time, space and money!" Harry pointed out, padding after Peter in baffled wonderment. Teddy safely ensconced in the small child reading area just up ahead. "We've already got a copy of them!"

"Trust me, you'll need to replace the ones that are in the library, they will go missing, pages get ripped out, sticky with mysterious substances that nobody knows about…and don't mention never being able to find it when you need it." Peter said in exasperation.

"Oh, yes, my own sisters were hoarders, I never did get out of the habit of keeping my books in my trunk." Andromeda agreed dryly.

"Even you had your own hoard," Peter pointed out, recalling the mass of books at Harry's personal rooms, which really had just been a large room – made bigger with magic – made into living quarters.

"Alright," Harry agreed with them, an amused smile on his face, finding it a little hilarious. He would take their word for it naturally, since they did have the experience whereas Harry did not. Although, honestly it would be so easy to summon them or you know, clean them with magic. The ripped pages would be impossible though.

Peter had bought all the ice cream, down to the very last scoop out of Fortescue's though. Harry had thought the older wizard was going to stroke out right there and then. Utterly fascinated by Peters fascination by every single ice cream they had on display. Harry wondered if none of the muggles had ever entered Fortescue's, his reaction was rather comical.

"Is there anywhere else you want to go?" Harry asked, Teddy was asleep on his shoulder out for the count. Excitement and happiness thrummed through him; he would never let Teddy down again. He'd get to grow up, be happy, and know he was in his life, and not just drop in every week. He would adopt him and become a father figure to him. He shouldn't miss out on a family because he loved Remus, his need to be sure that Teddy remembered him had backfired, not this time.

"We should likely head back now," holding the bag deceptively filled with all manners of ice cream that Fortescue had packed away for him. The wizard had informed Peter, it would keep them cool, not that it would stop them melting which Peter took to mean two different things.

Peter's gaze spoke of a longing to continue, this was the freest he'd felt in so long, likely since before the original fire. It didn't help that were dozens of little corners revealing more and more shops, it was all packed in that it should have been suffocating but instead plentiful. Here he wasn't having to play Alpha – not that he truly minded he didn't. This felt like just for him, and he'd take it.

"You don't need to see everything, you can come back as many times as you please," Andromeda said dryly, with her usual wit. "It's not as if when you head back to America, you're staying there now is it?"

"I think I might," Harry said rubbing his jaw, "I've spent so long without anyone caring about my status that it's very jarring now to be on the receiving end. I almost choked the hell out of that kid for taking a picture of us back there," he was hypervigilant, and he knew it wouldn't cease any time soon. He'd been living with it before the end of the world, it had developed in the war and had not left him since.

"He's older than you," Andromeda said with a rueful grin, recalling the look on his face. The photographer had backed away like Voldemort himself had appeared when Harry glared at him with murderous intent. He worked for Witch Weekly if his work badge had anything to go on. No doubt they'd cry out in despair that their 'most eligible bachelor' wasn't one anymore. "You might be right, however, perhaps remain to let the whole thing die down." Of course, referring to Harry's chosen partner. Neither were being subtle about it either, very touchy feely.

It made Andromeda smile and ache at the same time. Growing up she would never have seen her parents act thusly. Honestly, she didn't think either of her parents cared about the other. Only copulating for the sole reason for completing the contract. There had been no love in her family, she wasn't even sure her mother knew how to love. Melania and Arcturus had been different though, and she had longed for that kind of relationship. They didn't have gaudy displays, but the hand holding, the sheer love he had for his wife showed. It's when she decided she'd rather have love, a happy marriage instead of a miserable existence. She'd known love because of Ted, and in turn, Nymphadora had nothing but a loving life, even though it had been cut cruelly short. Now she would turn all her love on her grandchild, but she wouldn't be alone.

"Staying away makes them more curious, more likely to react," Peter said thoughtfully, watching them through normal blue smoldering eyes. "Normalizing it will demystify you, might take a while but eventually they'd leave you alone." Giving his own supposition of the population that he was amongst at the moment. It was beyond anything he was used to, even the 'Hales' didn't get that much interest amongst the population at Beacon Hills.

Harry glanced at him, "Now that rings of repetition," curious to know more. Shifting Teddy, a little, so very grateful for spells otherwise his godson would be much too heavy for him.

Peter's lips twitched, "An argument I often had with Talia, it's of my opinion that if we made ourselves seen, the less interested they'd be. I attempted to make it seem for the humans who like to think they've snuck up to the 'Hale house' on a dare. It would take them to see the wrong thing at the wrong time. Which likely did happen, how many Munros were there before ultimately it led to our exposure?"

"Oh?" Andromeda queried. She was sensing an underlying tension when he was speaking of this Talia. She rather hoped she wasn't going to be housed somewhere that was filled with nothing but tension. It wasn't what she wanted for Teddy. She'd grown up in a house that swarmed with tension, she didn't want that for Teddy.

"She disagreed. With Talia it was her way or the high way, I mean is not was," Peter replied smoothly, it took a few seconds to correct his tenses, still not used to her being alive again. He believed it would always feel a little surreal all things considered. "Since I'm the alpha perhaps my first way was correct?" these tenses were getting the better of even him.

Harry grimaced a bit at the thought, sort of like Hermione before she got better. Thankfully she didn't have Alpha powers running through her with a powerful sense of entitlement and superiority, the belief that she was always right. Well, maybe not Alpha powers magic could feel exactly the same. He couldn't say much since he hadn't spent a lot of time with her but what he knew so far did not endear him the slightest.

"One more shop," Peter said, glancing at Teddy, an indecipherable look on his face, he'd lost out on so much and he had to remind himself that it was a fresh start. He swore he wouldn't become too complicit, wouldn't coddle the pack and would make sure that all the younger members of the pack knew at least enough to be a good alpha if anything happens. He would listen to them; he wouldn't ignore them and assume he knew best. It wouldn't happen, not with Derek, Stiles and Harry with him, they would beat some sense into him if need be.

"There's time," Harry said with a grin, looking around keeping his eye on everyone, looking for the same faces in the crowd. "Do you want to head for a coffee in the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Do not be late," Andromeda warned, "As I said, I am not sleeping above a pub." She'd been born into what was practically royalty in the magical world. She'd never wanted for anything – except love – and had anything she'd even so much as said she liked. The thought of sleeping where others had, in a dirty pub was enough to have revulsion crawling up her spine. She'd right her entire house and she'd be staying; she was too old for all this. Not just in age, but in spirit, she'd lost almost everything, she was just tired.

Harry followed Andromeda to the pub, transfiguring the bench into something far more comfortable. Once he was sure Teddy would be comfortable, he lay him down, before giving him a kiss. "We'll be back in five. Is there anything you want?"

"A bar of Honeydukes finest," she told him, a twinkle in her eye, luckily for them all, the coffee was brought at exact drinking temperature. There was no waiting on it cooling down, otherwise, well, there would be no catching that Portkey in time for sure. Which was ordered by speaking to the table, a second later there was a cup in front of her.

"Fascinating," Peter murmured, despite knowing about magic, the urge to check under the table for all manner of traps hit him. It was like being reintroduced to everything he thought he knew. "Derek and Stiles would love it here."

"We can bring them next time," Harry reassured him. "If we can ever get him out of the bookstore." Recalling how many books in the brief time Stiles had read from his own personal library. stepping into Honeydukes, which was thankfully not too busy, just a few children giggling as they bought themselves a Knut mixture of treats while watching the chocolate fountain with miniature animals leaping out from dolphins to dragons. Spewing out chocolate fire even Peter couldn't help but be enchanted.

Peter snorted, "I never thought I'd find a bigger bibliophile than myself." He answered honestly, there was not a book too old or too new that he didn't want to devour, with the right subjects of course.

"I'm not sure that's accurate," Harry mused as he requested ten of everything to the plump witch, she looked exactly the same as she did the day Harry first saw her. "Although, you'd likely both give the other a run for your money."

Peter chuckled, "That I can agree to." Watching as dozens upon dozens of different treats zoomed by into a box. More than what should have been possible at that, but on and on it went as the till continued to ding every time. "Ten of everything is a bit…much, don't you think?"

Harry hummed, "I'm used to getting a lot, I try to make it stretch out the remainder of the year." he confessed, "Never did work out, Ron didn't half pilfer through my trunk." Shaking his head ruefully, "I swear you'd think he's a werewolf like you when you see how much he can pack away."

"I am surprised you haven't gotten in touch with Hermione yet," Peter ventured, as Harry paid for the sweets, Peter made a mental note to try and pay for his own share. He didn't need anyone paying for anything for him. In fact, it sorts of made his wolf sit up and take notice. "You are very close."

"Thank you," Harry murmured, accepting the box, he scratched his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. "I'll only get in touch once I'm settled. Hermione is…relentless, she'll want to know every single detail, and honestly? We haven't really had time to catch our breathes yet. I love her, Merlin, knows I do, but she can be too much sometimes in her quest for knowledge." A rueful grin on his face, he wouldn't be alive without her though, she had been his lodestone for years, more than a sister, she'd taken care of him but she shouldn't have needed to really.

"She did come across that way, but not as badly as you've made out. Exhaustion?" Peter queried as they walked out of the shop, once again their hands practically empty despite their haul. It had been an exhausting six years after the revelation. It had been a long decade before it as well, and he wasn't even going to mention being locked up in Eichen.

"Severe exhaustion, knowing Hermione…she likely very rarely slept in her bid to try and figure out a way out." Harry confessed, leading Peter in the correct direction towards the Leaky Cauldron once more.

"Like yourself then," Peter said dryly, they hadn't been doing anything as heroic as that, they'd just spent the past ten years surviving. Circe he couldn't even begin to imagine what would have happened to them if they hadn't interacted in that crucial moment. It was almost as if it was meant to be. Noticing that Harry very rarely seemed to give himself any praise whatsoever for anything.

Harry, Peter noticed, merely shrugged, utterly indifferent to his own suffering, his own actions, the fact that the world was whole once more was his and Stiles doing. If not for him though, it would never have come to pass. Oh, Stiles was amazing, but he wouldn't have survived being drained by the Nemeton much longer…and that? That would have turned Derek feral, it didn't matter if he had a few members of his pack left…he would have needed to be put down or would have ended up tortured and killed by the 'hunters' there would have been no second chance.

"There she is," Harry murmured, after opening the door, making his way towards her, only to be ambushed.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Can I get your picture?!" a fifteen-year-old witch squeaked in sheer delight, "I've heard that you fought two trolls when you were eleven…" and on and on she went, about all the shenanigans he'd gotten up to.

"With both of us?" an older version of the girl approached, eyes alight with glee, "That's if she doesn't mind a picture with her mother." Sounding exasperated, teenagers, what could you do? The look she sent Harry screamed 'what can you do?' expecting him to understand when he was still quite young even if only in looks.

"I'm sorry, I do have a portkey to catch, I can't miss it," he said with an apologetic smile, trying to leave to get to Andromeda and Teddy.

"It won't take a second," the mother stated, sounding sharp and demanding, furious that he was letting her and her daughter down. Who the hell did he think he was? He wouldn't be as famous as he was without them! If this was how he treated people then it wouldn't be long before he was forgotten! And serve him right.

Harry turned frustration carefully hidden, "And the Portkey's don't wait for even a second," he tried to placate the witch, he didn't want to cause a scene. Again, he attempted to step around her to get to his godson and return to the USA.

It was that moment the teenager jumped to his side, and twisted him around so he was facing her mother. A big beaming smile on her face, and the camara flashed.

Peter's eyes flashed in irritation at the immense flash that the camera produced, his red eyes caused the mother and daughter duo to scream in fear. They would even swear they saw a hint of fang, by the time the two of them screeched what was wrong, Peter's eyes were blue, and he arched his brow in disinterest.

The commotion allowed Harry and thus Peter to get back to the rest of their group. Peter watched the commotion with faux confusion and innocence. He was easily able to pull it off, Peter was a master manipulator when the situation called for it. Although, he'd never be one for politics, he'd been raised the left hand of the Hale pack, politics will never come easy to him. He'd do it though, he needed to master diplomacy, he had a pack to protect after all.

Harry scooped up his godson, who grumbled under his breathe at being moved. However, like all children, they barely flinched and settled down once more. "Peter, you need to hold on." Harry called to Peter in warning, "Now!" it started glowing indicating it would be leaving right away.

Thankfully Peter managed to touch it before they were off, whirling through the air. It was highly undignified, Peter thought when he went sprawling on the ground like a pup unable to control his shift. Half transformed, claws digging into the grass. "At least I'm not the only one that will never get the hang of this." The werewolf proclaimed watching Harry struggle, naturally protecting Teddy from where he lay on his back. He truthfully should have woken him up before they used the portkey.

"Oh, my," Andromeda murmured, staring at the beautiful scenery before her. The ranch was very beautiful, she could see trees peeking over the top of the property. "It's breathtaking!" she was mesmerized by it all.

Harry automatically begun to inform her how big the property was, how far the boundaries lay. How many rooms, bathrooms, ballrooms and every single thing he could think of. He knew the property back to front; he had created a sanctuary for everyone here. His fingers reached out to touch the unmarked tree that he knew intimately. It no longer had people's initials carved in by werewolf's nails or humans' knives – for the human pack members that had suck with the pack for good or ill – overall though, there hadn't been many brought in just a few usually blood born from packs.

Harry inhaled sharply, feeling so utterly bereft, he had no right to feel that way. Everyone was at home with their families unaware of what would have come. It's a good thing, a very good thing, yet Harry felt as if he had lost everything. A voracious snarl wanted to rip its way out of his mouth, he wanted to howl his grief into the sky.

Peter moved towards Harry, pressing a hand against his back, able to feel everything Harry was at that moment. While Andromeda was staring at everything in awe with fresh eyes, Harry and Peter stared at everything noticing all the absences. The tents, the buildings, the cabins, the magical creatures, just everything single thing that had called the ranch sanctuary.

"I promise you; you'll meet them all again," Peter promised, his voice a mere whisper, not wishing to wake Teddy. "They won't be the same people, but you'll see a better version of them." Squeezing in comfort, and he would do his level best to see it done. He understood the desire to mourn, they would never see those people again. They'd never know they were the reason Harry came back to change it all. His unending and undying loyalty to everyone he considered his, instead they were left to mourn an imprint of someone who would never be.

"What time is it here?" Andromeda asked, glancing at her watch, it was one of the first pieces that her husband had brought for her after they married for their anniversary. Each penny had gone towards buying their home, and then towards making a safe and loving environment for their child. It was only later in life after they bought their home, that her husband was able to splurge and indulge her.

"There is exactly six hours' time difference between the UK and Texas," Harry explained easily, "Where we will eventually settle is eight hours. We'll need to remember that when we pop back and forth, two-hour time different between here and Beacon Hills."

Peter chuckled, just imagining Stiles' reaction, they'd do it once but never again. Same could be said for the reverse, all of them were jumpy so it's likely they'd react first think later.

"Well, breakfast is out of the picture, I'm sure nobody will complain about a dinner for brunch," Harry murmured, he was starving he'd eat anything at this point. He rubbed his tired eyes, envying that little face that was peaceful in sleep on his shoulder. Tightening his hold on his godson, he kissed his head, "It's time for peace now."

Peter, ever the gentlemen, held out his arm and Andromeda took it. Smiling in gratitude, her grey eyes gleaming in delight. The world had changed so much, not many men did this these days. She found herself very grateful given the unevenness of the ground beneath her feet. It shifted from grass, to stones, to paving. Peter kept her firmly upright, without making her feel unsafe.

They got into the property just as it begun chiming eleven times, Peter winced, "Please tell me there's a silencing spell that can go around that?" the sound of it would be grating.

"It's silenced from eight o'clock a night until eight in the morning," Harry explained, "The magic in it is irreplaceable. I tried fixing it for an entire year before giving up." Ruefully, and a simple Reparo wasn't going to do anything for it. It can make things whole again, but it couldn't fix things. Not things innately magically made. Muggle 'grandfather' clocks required winding, whereas this magical one did not. It was one of the rare items that were actually magical due to the resident themselves being a squib. Dorea and Charlus' son.

"Wait a moment, I recognize this…" Andromeda murmured, as she entered the property, to the right of the staircase was the biggest grandfather clock in existence. It melded into the wall which was decorated with the most elegant designs, the carvings were truly sophisticated. The carvings seamlessly moved onto being a barrier between the ground floor and the first. Reaching forward she touched it with reverence, she could feel the Black magic within.

"Lord Arcturus Black gifted that Black heirloom to his sister Dorea and Charlus as a wedding gift." Harry said softly, he knew more about the Black family after the end of the world than before. Charlus and Dorea's journals were here, hell, Dorea and Charlus were buried in the mausoleum. They'd remained in the muggle world with their son for the most part. Its why not much is known about them, nobody would have known they were dead if not for the Black family tapestry. "In turn Dorea and Charlus created this ranch for their son."

Andromeda gasped, "Son?" goosebumps shuddering over her shocked by what she'd just heard. "But I thought…"

"I know, everyone thinks the child was stillborn," Harry murmured, "He wasn't, but he was a squib. Did you know that America uses runic detector stones to distinguish whether a child has magic?"

"They can?" Andromeda gaped, utterly astonished.

"Not surprised you don't know, America is…far superior in near enough all areas of magic than the United Kingdom." Harry explained bluntly, "With all the different kinds of magic being banned the rest of the world flourishes. They're even close to tweaking lycanthrope into something akin to Animagi. Or will be in six years' time…or is it a decade?"

Andromeda clasped her hand over her mouth, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Peter snorted, "Time is slippery is it not?" agreeing fully, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was beginning to forget."

"If only," Harry murmured, "They'll fade, but we'll never be given the peace of ignorance." Oh, they could claim they didn't want to lose their memories, that they needed to remember to stop it. However, deep in their hearts they would have loved the ignorance bliss that would have been provided.

"I'd rather know." Peter declared, and there wasn't a single blip in his heartbeat to denote a lie. He honestly would prefer to know even if it was detriment to his own mental wellbeing. He'd been set alight twice – three times if you included the ghost riders – had spent too much time locked up in Eichen and had fought and clawed his way in a bid to just live.

"I admire you a great deal, the strength you must have given all you've been through…" Harry murmured, admiration deep and unhidden. If Peter had been human, he could have heard it without a doubt. As a werewolf he both heard and smelt it, and it caused Peter to straighten up just that bit more, proud. In fact, he was preening, he couldn't help himself. It had been a long damn time since anyone had been proud of him.

"Survival," Peter scoffed, "Not something that's really boastful."

Harry just smiled tiredly, in complete understanding with Peter on that regard, "Agreed."

"Aunt Dorea had a son?" Andromeda asked, completely overwhelmed, she'd adored her aunt Dorea, she was just amazing and so powerful and strong for a witch. Especially for her generation, she was the best of all Blacks and she had such a wonderful motherly personality. She'd loved all the family equally, even her grumpy jealous brother Pollux. "I thought their distance was my fault." She had been disowned and disinherited from the Black family. Dorea was a firm believer in family first, always. So, she thought that Dorea adhered to the undoubted declaration that nobody was to talk to her.

If you're disowned and disinherited you were treated like you died and no longer existed.

"Kreacher?" Harry called out, waiting patiently for the creature to appear.

Kreacher was just as Harry remembered him, a scowling mean looking House-elf, but his attitude had definitely undergone an adjustment. He was clean though, and was wearing a black pillowcase that was well kept. "How can Kreacher help Master Harry?" the utter hopeful delight on the House-elf's face made Harry's stomach clench in guilt. After the war Kreacher had pretty much been relegated to a disgusting rundown townhouse again. Somewhere that was far beyond any hope of being anything other than disgusting.

Peter inhaled sharply, fists clenching as his claws emerged before retracting. The feelings coming from the house-elf were familiar. The feelings of utter desolation, the fear, the loneliness and pain were almost too much.

"Good morning, Kreacher," Harry murmured, kneeling down, his guilt almost eating him up inside. Voldemort would never have been defeated if it wasn't for Dobby and Kreacher, and the house-elves at Hogwarts that fought in the battle. They deserved better than he had given them, he hadn't meant it, damn it. "Welcome to Black Ranch, myself and a lot of important people are going to be living here for a while until we get a more permanent base up and running. I would love it if you and a few house-elves could keep this place in its current immaculate condition. Do you think you're up for that? You will be the Head Elf in charge of the estate." The estate not just the property, it was a massive undertaking especially since most of the properties were likely in dire straits. He knew Grimmauld Place and Godric's Hollow were.

"Kreacher will do it Master Harry." Kreacher didn't even pause to think, he didn't need to. Anything was better than being alone in the boiler of Grimmauld Place with nobody to talk to. Well, he had one person to talk to, one portrait more accurately. His Mistress, who was wrong about a lot of things, he knew now. Especially about blood purity, she'd agreed with the rhetoric of a half-blood, and wanted her pureblood sons to bow down to him. Wanted his precious Regulus to bow down to a half-blood that wanted to kill everything.

Just then the pack began to arrive.

"What the…" Harry straightened up, an unimpressed look on his face, wondering who was responsible for this. Blinking a few times, he realized that there was someone rather unexpected in the first batch. Her platinum blonde hair was unmistakable amongst the mostly brown-haired family. "Luna?" his tone filled with befuddlement.

"If you had sent Kreacher it would have ended bloody, he didn't smell of you and after the attack, they're all on high alert. So, I simply spoke to Jasper and had additional portkeys made for this destination, is that alright?" Luna asked, she'd seen what happened and desired to change it, Harry would never have forgiven himself. He already carried a heavy weight of guilt for Dobby who had saved all their lives. She couldn't let this vision go by and not help, for Dobby's sake.

Peter winced, just imagining what could have potentially happened.

Harry inhaled sharply, squeezing her arm in silent thanks, "More than okay, Luna, thank you." He had been about to suggest Kreacher go for them.

"Kreacher, after I introduce you, you will familiarize yourself with the property," Harry said softly, "All personal belongings will be brought to the master suite in the left wing, the family will be in the right wing. The adults will be on the lower level. The children will be ensconced on the first floor. Write a list of what items we need for each of our guests require and purchase it. If you want someone else to aid you in this, you may retrieve them immediately so they can be introduced."

Kreacher didn't wait, he immediately popped out, Harry arched a brow, wondering just who the house-elf had in mind.

"Peter!" Jasper called out, relieved to see a familiar face as he was deposited on the ground by the portkey. A little flushed at actually falling, he was a werewolf for Circes sake! Last time he fell like that was long before he presented as a werewolf, perhaps when he was a toddler. "Oh, he smells…" sniffing at Teddy, an odd look on his face, "That's a familiar scent…"

Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"His underlying scent or his lycanthrope?" Andromeda enquired looking intrigued, turning her gaze away from the rather handsome man that had caught her attention.

Luna's laugh was soft and almost tinkle like at Andromeda, giving her a knowing look.

"I…I think lycanthrope?" Jasper confessed, a sorrowful look on his face. "He was a childhood friend, one outside of the pack he smelt that way briefly before he passed. My parents always encouraged our socialization and integration into society."

"What happened to him?" Peter asked genuinely surprised, he had never heard of any friend of his fathers.

"It was barely fourteen days after his eleventh birthday when he was murdered." Jasper answered, he'd always been rather protective of the young boy. Despite being the same age, he was so short, thin and sick often. His immune system wasn't what it was meant to be, it's not like the family actually discussed it around him so he couldn't say.

Andromeda inhaled sharply, pale and shaken, glancing at Harry, wishing it was just her suspicious mind. She didn't need to see his eyes, the way he tightened his hold on Teddy spoke volumes.

"Did he discuss any sort of attack in the month before he died?" Andromeda asked, her tone barely above a whisper.

"I couldn't say, they went on holiday, he did smell of blood, some sort of wound on his leg?" Jasper answered thoughtfully, before shaking it off. Children got hurt all the time, it wasn't anything unusual, he did not want to dwell upon the past. "No matter, let sleeping dogs lie as they say." The family was long gone now, reunited once more in death.

It told everyone that the murder had never been solved without needing to ask.

A trio of pops heralded the arrival of the house-elves that Kreacher had chosen to serve the house of Potter-Black. Harry huffed out an amused sound, shaking his head ruefully, honestly, he should have expected it.

"Kreacher, see to it that Andromeda and Teddy are situated in the left wing beside us." Harry replied, "Take Andromeda, I'll be up in a moment to…"

"I'll take him," Andromeda, "It's not as if I'm taking him up all those stairs." She teased him lightly, as Harry slowly and careful passed the slumbering child over to his grandmother. He'd likely wake up soon from his nap refreshed.

"Thank you," Harry sighed, staring at the entire pack talking and watching everything rapidly. They hadn't seen the rest of the pack since Talia decided to be an idiot and attempt to abscond with the money. She did not look happy right now the slightest, perhaps giving her an ultimatum might be best because Harry wasn't going to have her bringing everyone down to her level and being as miserable as she was.

"You'll all soon be settled into a room of your own, if you want to share with someone then ask," Harry stated, his voice loud but getting lower upon everyone quieting down to hear him. "I'd like to introduce you all to my house-elves, Winky and Maxx they are magical creatures that require a bond with a wizard or witch who they call Master to gain a portion of their magic to live. In turn for cooking and cleaning they get a place to stay, all the food they desire and the family they crave."

There were a few odd looks denoting a discomfort in what they've heard.

"I'll leave a book out for you to read upon them properly, and you can ask them any questions you like," Harry stated, glancing out of the window noticing the hunched over figure. It seemed one of the pack had managed to sneak out, he was impressed, it couldn't be easy to do in a family of werewolves. Then again everything was rather harried right now.

"This is Maxx, this is Winky," Harry gestured so everyone could tell them apart, when Kreacher popped back with Andromeda, he added, "This is Kreacher, and last but no means least, Lady Andromeda Tonks nee Black."

Andromeda's gaze sharpened on Harry in shock, did that mean what she thought it meant? Harry nodded, yes, she'd been reinstated in the Black family.

Teddy was going to be the Black heir, Edward Teddy Lupin-Black-Potter. Who knows…perhaps another name added on to it? Harry thought to himself, his gaze finding Peters who was in deep discussion with his father and brother-in-law.

Moving towards them, Harry touched Sebastian who almost jumped out of his skin. Then immediately afterwards he leaned into the touch. Harry didn't hesitate to keep his hand there, "Would you like a meal now or would you prefer some rest?" making a mental note to make sure Sebastian had a room he could retreat to away from Talia if need be. He'd only been around for a few days but he could see Sebastian was touch starved and desperate for contact.

Bastian yanked at his father's clothes, silently demanding to be held. Sebastian immediately scooped up his youngest son, holding him close. "Hungry, son?" no doubt he was feeling very vulnerable. He'd gone from three different houses in a short space of time with everything he had burnt and unsalvageable. All he had was a few toys and clothes.

For once Talia was too displaced to get on at Sebastian for treating their son like a baby.

"There's nothing in the kitchen, Master Harry," Kreacher informed him, naturally hearing him. The place was actually basically empty, there were a few rooms with beds, but that was it.

"I have more than enough for all of us this morning," Harry told him, "You may go through the estate and find any larders we can take from then purchase the extra surplus to round it up." He made a mental note to make sure to inform them the rules, no letting anyone hurt them, no hurting themselves.

"We will," the house-elves agreed, excited at the new work they had to do.

"He looks like Derek," Harry said smiling at the adorableness that was Bastian Hale. "You'll be finding out whether he'll have the bunny teeth as well soon enough." Noticing that his adult teeth were just beginning to emerge. He absently rubbed at Sebastian's back as he cooed over Bastian, the adorably sleepy boy was just so cute.

Talia huffed very loudly and obviously, disliking how hands on Harry was being with her husband. Andromeda was watching everything going on with curious eyes while conversing with Luna.

"Right guys! Food in the dining hall in five minutes, you're all welcome to join me," Harry called out. "Yes, that includes you, Luna!" he added causing the girl to laugh again.

It took all of a few moments to have the food spread over the dining room table. It practically groaned under it all, and true to Harry's word it was enough to feed an army.

The children all cheered, diving for chairs, Harry counted them all as they clambered onto their chairs. He almost had a heart attack when he realized they were one child down. Fortunately, before he could get everyone panicked as well, he recalled that Allison had been taken to Chris to meet his grandmother who was now going through end-of-life care. There was just no chance of her getting better, but at least she wasn't going to die alone.

"Where's Laura?" Cora asked, looking around, seeking out her big sister.

"Sit down and eat," Talia's tone booked no arguments.

"I'll be right back," Harry murmured, squeezing Peter and Sebastian's shoulders, before making his way out of the room, making his way towards who he now knew to be Laura now. He would attempt to help her, in any way he could. She was regretfully a bit like Draco. Raised a certain way with nobody to tell her otherwise.

Perhaps she just needs shown or told bluntly like Draco had.

A/n – I'm not sure Laura is ever going to be the star of the story (nor will she really have a chance) but I wonder if she can change her ways…if being a Beta can eventually cause Talia to change as well? Will we see Andromeda end up with Sebastian? Or is it Jasper she'll have her eye on? Or Will they just become very good friends? As you know this story won't be a long one, I already have a full family kinda story planned for Peter/Harry in another story (new) some time after I've gotten a few finished 😊 I know I shouldn't even be considering writing a new one with my time being so limited as of late, but gotta keep a roof over my head 😊 otherwise I wouldn't get to write at all 😉 and I wouldn't want that lol it was nice to write a teen wolf story it's been too long 😊 I have also lost my paperwork for this pack (ages names etc…) ugh so if you've noticed not many mentioned by name that's why I'll need to re-read and get a whole new family tree I really cannot think of where it could have gotten to! R&R please xx