More Than Just A New Beginning

Chapter 5


Much to the teams frustration, they weren't able to find any other cases with similar – or the same – bullets used in any databases both their own and the Mundane ones. The chewing gum was a lost cause, the DNA they found on it belonged to a twelve-year-old girl, with absolutely no ties to the supernatural, but they kept an eye on her for a few days just to be on the safe side. Whoever it was, they had been extremely careful, but Hunters were normally careful, although they usually made sure that no evidence was found including the bodies. The CCTV was also a bust, the person never went into the frame, in any of the CCTV they found and nothing screamed 'I'm hiding a rifle' in any of the CCTV they scoured over in the hour before and after the attack.

However, Harry wasn't going to give in, he had promised the girls family he would do his best to find the perpetrators and would do so. Even if he spent years pouring over the same information again and again.

"I need the room," Zane called out to everyone, jerking his head in the direction of the door. Arching a brow the others conceded to Zane's demand, curious but not curious enough to try and listen in on what was obviously going to be a private conversation between him and their boss. It wasn't work related, definitely not, otherwise he would have discussed it with them all.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, all manners of thoughts going through his mind, to another victim to that victim being Derek.

"Did you do a full history search on the Hales?" Zane questioned, the documents clenched in his hands.

"Will did a general search, they were potential victims but alive, there was never any need to dig deeper," Harry pointed out, "What did we miss?" were they not victims after all?

"We should have done," Zane said, his tone disgusted.

Harry straightened up in his chair, Zane rarely showed so much emotion, he was a seasoned Auror, much like Harry himself. They rarely let the cases get to them – well, not in the obvious way, but they both obsessed over them – so to see and hear Zane proclaiming they should have done with so much anger and disgust, yeah, definitely, something up.

"Let's hear it," Harry said, blank shutters falling over his features as he prepared himself for anything he might hear.

"Derek and Laura were originally from Beacon Hills, a small town in California, two years and two months ago, the entire family perished in a house fire. One survivor, a one Mr. Peter Hale, I've not dug more into him, but assuming he isn't with his niece and nephew…he might not have made it or been a werewolf." Zane said, tone sarcastic and biting.

Harry closed his eyes, Merlin help him, "It's not unusual for packs to have humans, perhaps Derek and Laura were the only ones."

"No, definitely not, that damn town houses a nexus," Zane stated firmly, "Two werewolves wouldn't have been able to defend the town the way it was protected by supernatural creatures."

"A nexus?" Harry asked, standing, "There's a Nemeton on Beacon Hills?" why was this news to him?

"It's the biggest Nexus known, its connected to ley lines and telluric currents, and seven other Nemeta at least all around the United States," Zane informed him grimly, "Without it's defenders that town is very damn vulnerable to anything that passes through." That kind of power would draw others in desperate to use it as their own.

"Shit," Harry muttered, paling drastically, "It's been two years…has anything happened?" how could an Alpha abandon the territory? Wasn't Laura told the importance of the Nemeta and the position of Alpha in Beacon Hills?

"A lot of questionable stuff, yeah," Zane stated, "but the Mundane's have no idea what to look for, reading their version was quite funny."

"So we need to send someone to Beacon county, another to check on the Nemeton," Harry sighed, breathing out shakily, "There's not many ways to trap an entire pack of werewolves in a home and set it alight…did they find the perps?"

"Oh, you're going to love this, apparently it was an accident," Zane sneered, eyes gleaming in disgust. "It seems those two ran and didn't even attempt to get justice for their fallen pack members."

Harry swallowed thickly, a grimace falling over his face, rubbing his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. It didn't seem right to him that an Alpha would abandon their territory, run from such a powerful nexus to New York where she'd receive no aid. Where was their Emissary? It would be different if they were both under age, and Laura ran to keep custody of Derek, but that wasn't it at all. Such a small town, with a sister over the legal age, Derek would have remained with her, they wouldn't have considered separating them after such a horrific thing happening to the rest of the family.

Luckily Harry didn't know about Peter Hale.

But that wouldn't remain the case for long.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Harry muttered, "Is that the case file?" gesturing towards the folder Zane had in his hand.

"Yeah, just the rudimentary information that I dug up so far," Zane said, placing the folder on his desk.

Harry nodded, "Thanks, Zane," sighing softly, as he slumped back into his seat.

"Guys! Sorry to interrupt, we just got called to a crime scene, AGSW, thirty-to-forty year old victim," came the call from the door, not actually entering the room. "Agatha told us, police aren't present yet." Agatha was one of Will's informants, the entire team had at least three informants out there, at least five of them in total were Mundane with knowledge of the supernatural world.

"We're coming," Harry stated immediately, flipping the file closed, and putting it in his desk drawer, he would read it later tonight. Unfortunately, a two-year-old case didn't take pertinence over a new case.

"It bears all similar hallmarks of our last case," Will said entering the room, wide eyed. "There are reports that it came out of nowhere."

Harry and Zane shared a grim look, "Get ready to go," he ordered, already getting prepared himself, Zane shot off to his own desk and was quickly equipped for anything they encountered.

Before long the entire group were ready to go, including Samantha and they were off as soon as Harry knew the address, Will was driving the other vehicle and he already knew the address. They were roaring out of the car park behind the Woolworth building with haste.

It took fifteen minutes with their flashing lights to get to their destination.

"Will, Jerry, get the crowd back," Harry ordered, the second he was out of his SUV, both Jerry and Will worked in tandem, getting the crowd to back off and disperse, putting up the tape so they could work mostly unseen.

"Hell of a shot," Zane said, observing the body, it had been going down a side ally, it didn't leave much in the way for aim.

"Yeah, it's definitely a professional marksman," Harry said, eyeing the body, the small glow barely discernible in the wound giving away that Aconite had been used.

"Adam, Daniel, sniper nest, that way," Harry said, gesturing towards the north where the shot had most definitely been taken.

"Out the way, let me see the body," Samara ordered, making her way through the guys to get to the body. Kneeling down, she began her usual routine, while the others took a step back to allow her to work. Adam and Daniel took off, jogging towards the closest building that the sniper could have conceivably used to take out the Were'.

"Charlie, Jerry, find all the CCTV you can," Harry ordered, "Anything in a mile radius,"

"On it, boss," Jerry said without his usual flamboyant flare, it wouldn't have been proper to do such a thing out here. When he was working, he was always serious, but when the situation didn't warrant seriousness he did allow his natural joyful nature shine through, mostly to make the team smile.

"Yes sir!" Charlie pipped in, and they both took off.

"Will, see if your contact actually saw anything as well as anyone in the crowd," Harry added, Jerking towards the crowd that was still there. The phones were going off, lights flashing as they took pictures and posted them online. Not that they would find any, they made sure their faces never got pictures coming out, what they did was too damn important to allow such things to happen. It would make taking his entire team out too easily.

"On it," Will said, already on the phone to his contact before Harry actually finished. They were good at predicating what their boss would want. They worked together seamlessly for a reason, even with newcomers coming all the time, although he was the newcomer. He wasn't the last one, the last one had not stayed passed the first month. She hadn't been a good fit, too lone wolf to fit in well with the team and Harry didn't want anyone on his team that wanted to work alone and keep their results a secret in order to impress the 'boss' it had been her downfall.

"He's a Werecoyote, forty-four years old, AGSW, I'll tell you more when I get him on my table," Samara said, as Zane wrote down his age and species.

"Doubt we'll find family then," Zane said as he put his black book away. "They're usual loners,"

"Which isn't actually accurate," Harry said wryly, "Coyotes travel in packs too, both mundane and supernatural. I'm not sure where the hell anyone gets the belief that Coyotes a lone predators,"

"Coyote mothers don't tend to have children until later in life, because they lose a great deal of their supernatural powers, that transfer to their offspring as a result." Zane said, "I doubt very much this guy had any brothers and sisters, not on his mothers side anyway, it leaves a Werecoyote basically defenceless,"

"And?" Harry said blankly, he didn't see the bad thing in that.

"Not everyone is happy with the power drain," Zane sighed, a shadowed look coming to his face. "I had a case once…a day old baby found with its neck broken. A painless death all things considered, the baby was a Werecoyote, we never found the mother." To make matters worse it was just after he had became a father for the first time himself. He couldn't understand why a mother would do that to their children, and that's where all his knowledge on Werecoyote came from.

Harry winced, disbelief and disgust in his green eyes, he was grateful that he hadn't encountered such a case and he prayed he never did.

"Right, the shot was fired at 7:47 AM," Will explained to both Zane and Harry, ruffling his brown curly hair, "They didn't see anyone or anything suspicious," not surprising really, but they had to ask, had to make sure they covered all avenues.

"Inform the others we're heading back, that we will meet them in the bull pen," Harry informed him, "Take the other car back."

"Will do," Will said, as the others – including Samara who had already transported the body back to the morgue – all made their exits, Harry spelled everyone in the vicinity to remember a large black van coming and removing the body before Zane and Harry got into the last car leaving the crime scene.

"Hopefully this search might prove more successful than the last," Harry said, but by his tone, he wasn't holding out much hope. Professionals didn't make many mistakes, if any at all. They were professionals for a reason, but sooner or later everyone slipped up and Harry sincerely hoped that it was sooner rather than later. He didn't want to be called to a dozen more crime scenes like this one, but he knew he would be until he caught the fucker or fuckers.

"When do we have that luck?" Zane said amused, tying up his long blonde hair, he really should have done it before he got to the crime scene. Awkwardly shuffling around in order to get his fitted jacket off him, his broad form made for some major annoyances, including uncomfortable suits even made to fit.

Harry snorted, "Something has to give sooner or later," he had learned patience, and honed a lot of it over the years. With magic, sure things were sped up, but it didn't give you everything, they had just gotten lucky on their last case. Without their suspects blood…they could have potentially still been looking for Jason Scott.

"Who are you going to send to Beacon Hills?" Zane asked, hoping it wasn't him who would have to go. He'd be away from his wife and kids for longer than normal, being undercover and all.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, "There is a new recruit that shows promise, but he's actually supernatural himself."

"Why haven't I heard about this?" Zane asked, gaping, "What is he?"

"Hellhound," Harry said wryly.

"You're fucking joking!" Zane yelped, shocked to the core, "He's been possessed by a damn Hellhound?"

"I think more alone the lines of having a parent who was possessed by a Hellhound, and making him half-hellhound." Harry explained, while he drove, "If not for magic, then yeah, everyone would think he was possessed by a hellhound."

"Merlin's saggy balls!" Zane said slumping back, shocked and surprised.

"He survived an explosion which should have killed him in Afghanistan, that's what alerted him to the fact he might not be as human as he thought. After leaving the Military with the questions he'd been asking, he was guided here, and after finding out everything, he signed up, he's almost finished his training, he's still learning about his abilities though." Harry added, stopping at the traffic lights, tapping his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.

"Yeah, that would confuse anyone," Zane conceded, "But he's alright? Sound of mind and all that?"

"Once he understood what he was, yeah," Harry said, "He's still learning to harness his power though, new stuff he didn't know he was capable of happening every other day."

"Why doesn't he know? We have books on Hellhounds," Zane pointed out.

"Half-Hellhound," Harry pointed out, "He has powers that Hellhounds have yes, but also ones that are entirely his and unique."

"Does it mean he's immortal?" Zane queried thoughtfully.

"It's unlikely, not all things associated with Death are immortal," Harry mused, as he indicated to turn, "The closest thing we can compare him to is a banshee without the clairvoyant powers but he had deep intuition that indicates some sort of ability on that particular radar."

"When do we get to meet him?" Zane questioned, rather excited by the prospect.

"If he agrees to go, within the next week, I just need to gather everything I can on the fire and anything that's been happening so I can give him information on what he's getting into if he agrees." Harry explained, which meant looking into the past five years, the three before the fire and two after to gauge just how bad this was. "He won't be going alone, I'll be sending in a few others, we need an expert on Nemeton's to go as well, and someone in plain clothes to find out information people won't tell us." They always got more by sending in people as normal civilians, took a while but definitely worth it.

"So Mike," Zane mused, he was a mage, they went to him with specific magical enquires that wasn't the wizarding kind. Mike knew everything from Druidic magic to supreme Mages works, from rituals to runes, he was an expert and they'd used him dozens of times on baffling cases.

"Mike," Harry agreed, he would know what to look for and find when it came to that sort of magic. Sure, they knew Nemeton's but they didn't play around with them. They knew how dangerous that kind of magic was, not even dark wizards or witches crossed that point, that sort of magic was wild and unstable. Hence why the Druids turned 'Darach's' were unstable and power mad.

"We're here," Harry murmured, indicating yet again, and making his way into the parking bay it didn't have a number, instead it had his name painted across a sign. The other car, he noticed, that Will had been driving had already returned.

They had a few hours to kill before Samantha would be up with the information they'd need and the others returning with the evidence. He could use that time alternating between what information he could get on the new case and rudimentary reading over everything Zane had found for him.


He was just on the last few pages of the information Zane had produced on the Hales when the phone went. "Hello?" Harry said, it was an internal call, he didn't need to be professional for those, since he knew nearly everyone by voice alone.

"Clara wants to see you down in tech," Natasha explained, "She's found something that looks promising," noises in the background indicated that Natasha was in tech support herself.

"CCTV?" Harry asked, letting out a breath in surprise.

"Yeah, as soon as you can," Natasha explained, parroting what Clara said to her along with rapid fire trying.

"I'll be down in a minute," Harry said, hanging up immediately, "Clara wants us down in Tech," he called to those who were actually in the room, which consisted of himself, Will and Daniel who were just finished writing the new information on the white board.

"I was beginning to think we weren't going to get anything else done tonight," Will said, setting the black pen back on the edge of the board. Stretching out languidly, grabbing his coffee, ignoring Harry and Daniel's look, no drinks were allowed in Tech, not since an idiot had destroyed four computers with his clumsiness, not even magic had saved those destroyed computers. He only had a little left, by the they got down there, it would be finished.

"Our work is never done," Harry said dryly, but he was just being sarcastic, he knew what Will meant. It was already four o'clock in the evening, and there wouldn't be much in the way of new leads after the first 24 to 48 hours except from the usual surprise leads, but yeah, first day or two is definitely the most busy.

"I wonder what she's found," Daniel commented, as Will drank the remains of his coffee and flung the Styrofoam cup in the bin outside the room.

"Let's find out," Harry stated, opening the door, to find dozens of monitors being monitored as they went through dozens of CCTV images and videos for dozens of cases that all the departments had on the go. Major crimes and his definitely gave the Tech guys here the majority of their work. "What you got?"

"We have images here from a house that has CCTV in operation, the sign is at the other side of the property, so they were obviously unaware that they were being watched. Jerry did the right thing in asking for it, it shows the perpetrator getting out their car…" Clara explained, pressing play and letting the video show, "Twenty-five minutes later, they return, you'll notice with the zip not pulled up properly, exposing the muzzle of the rifle."

"There's two others in the car, can you make them out at any time?" Harry asked, watching the scene play out.

"Only the top half of the face on the passenger side, absolutely nothing of the person in the back, we've cleaned it up as much as possible, Samara might get more by doing her thing after the photos are developed?" Clara suggested/questioned. "We have the licence plate number sent up to Samara as well, I'm just sending the pictures that are usable through the CCTV to her too. There that's them sent."

"Would we be able to get specs of the individual in the car? Approximates? We might be able to find whoever it is through known associates?" Will queried.

"It's possible, but I'm not sure how far that will get you guys," already clicking away, getting what they wanted put up, lines making itself known on the shadow of the car estimating height and such.

"Perfect," Harry said staring at the figure, hopefully they'd get the son of a bitch soon. "I assume you sent a copy of everything to me as usual?" Clara didn't just send all the details to Samara but to him too.

"Everything," Clara confirmed with a nod, "Do we keep looking through the rest?"

"No, the timing fits perfectly, it's definitely her," the red headed, petite woman didn't look dangerous enough to hurt a fly with her cherubic face. As a Auror he knew looks could be deceiving, and this was a perfect example of that saying. "Don't get rid of anything just to be on the safe side though." Not that they got rid of anything, it would all be boxed up and shelved, whether the case was solved or not, but his was a very promising lead.

"Alright," Clara said, and the videos that had been uploaded were closed, leaving her computer on it's home screen. "I sent everything up to Samara half an hour ago, so she might have ran the registration plate through the system already."

"Thanks," Harry said, patting her absently on the shoulder, "Let's go guys,"

"Coffee time," Clara groaned, she couldn't wait until the guys from nightshift arrived in an hour, then she could head home and sleep. She spent way too much time online last night, sighing softly, she rubbed her eyes stretching out with a groan of relief.

"I'll come with you," Daniel said, with his charming dimpled grin, shorn dirty blonde hair was rubbed in a nervous tic. "I've not had coffee since lunch,"

"Travesty," Clara mocked him with a grin.

"It is actually," Daniel snorted, everyone needed coffee for the hours they worked around here.

"I'll see you later," Harry said rolling his eyes, wondering when the idiot was going to make his move! When she was about to marry someone else? They constantly flirted around each other, but had yet to make a single move to ask each other out. He was not going to watch this, it was painful.

The last thing Harry or Will heard was Dan saying he had a 'gift' for her that he'd brought back from his holiday.


"We got anything?" Zane asked, making a reappearance in the bullpen, after over two hours absence. He brought with him take away, handing them out to everyone, giving Jerry his vegetarian alternative.

"We've had no luck on the plates, they're fakes," Harry informed him, when nothing popped up on the database much to his irritation. Breaking his chopsticks and opening his carton, and digging into his meal.

"Facial recognition is still running," Will told him, "I've also given it to my contacts and well…do you think we should set a BOLO?"

"No," Harry stated immediately, "If this is an old hunter family they'll have their own contacts in law enforcement. If they get wind we've caught on they'll go underground and we won't ever see hide nor hair again let alone have a chance to catch her." They used BOLO's in both MACUSA and on the Mundane system, in normal cases it wasn't a problem, but old hunter families? It would be a problem.

"So we're assuming an old Hunter family then?" Zane said, claiming his own seat, loading his computer up as he dug into his own food, which consisted of spring rolls, nothing too heavy, he would be eating dinner with his wife and kids tonight.

"Once we know who she is, we'll know soon enough, there is always tell-tale signs," Harry murmured around his bite of food.

"Yeah, a damn long record of 'suspected' crimes with no actual arrests made." Zane stated a sneer curling along his face, bribery and paying off officers of the law who had sworn to uphold it but greedily take money as recompense. It sickened him the core really, not enough not to eat though, he though plopping his favourite spring roll into his mouth. "Yeah, I think I'll send her picture to my contacts too." Taking a picture of the girl in the email he'd been sent, before sending it to his contacts with simple words, 'BOLO, let me know if you see her' they were used to these sort of messages, and quite often they were very, very successful. They were also paid for their time too. Very generously, MACUSA paid them well. The more cases that were solved and closed, the better they looked, although it wasn't simple vanity. They just liked to hear case closed with the culprit behind bars. Especially the new president who wanted the crime rate to go down. over half the crime rates in New York – which were extremely high – were either done by those in the know of the supernatural world…or were supernatural themselves.

"Well, if you want you can get yourself a few corrupt cops on the take once we know who she is," Harry said, pointing towards the picture they had from the CCTV.

A ping on all their computers alerted them to incoming.

"She is named Amara Calavera, or was, she was legally disowned a decade ago, she now goes by the name of Mara Cala." Jerry said, as he was the first one to get the information from the email. "She was born in Mexico but resides in New York has done for only three months, before that she was primarily in New Mexico, and Louisiana for the past decade."

"Find out if there are any cases in New Mexico and Louisiana, send someone down there to oversee it," Harry ordered.

"Calavera's adhere to the code, they're hunters but from all I've heard they're very fair," Zane informed him, "She must have been disowned for breaking the code…there was no way they would have allowed her to live if she'd been turned into something supernatural."

"Or she left on her own accord not wanting to keep to the code," Will suggested, "She lives forty-five minutes away in W 39th street, her job is part time, in a security service round the corner from where she lives."

"The Calavera's sign is a skull isn't it?" Jerry asked, perking up, rummaging through the paperwork they had.

"Yes, why?" Will said, they'd learned them all over the course of the past few years.

"I can't believe I didn't see it," Jerry said shaking his head, "Come over," he added, before beginning to fold the picture of the bullet. Smooth and methodically having to change it a few times since it didn't fit, until eventually, it wasn't any sort of plant after all, it was a skull. She had drawn a symbol up that nobody would notice was a skull carefully presented. "It seems she didn't want to be too far from her roots."

"Damn," Zane said in awe, "Should have thought of that." especially since there was no discernible picture it didn't make sense, or hadn't.

"Yeah, I know," Jerry said, shaking his head leaning back, Will and the others backed off a bit giving him more room now that he'd shown them what he wanted to. "What if she only did that for here, and has been using the skull in the previous places she's been but too worried or scared to keep using it?"

"Either that or the bodies who got hit by her in the past are all buried and these kills are the only bodies being dropped she's not discarded?" Harry suggested, thoughtfully.

"Not much in the way of known associates," Will bit out in annoyance as he made his way through the information Samantha had dug up and trying to get it on his own.

"Check if any Calavera's or anyone were on her fight manifest when or rather if she flew out of Mexico, if the tickets were purchased together," Harry said, "Damn it, I'm beginning to think you were right, I cannot find anything about Lucas Manheim's family let alone any digital footprint of his life, no house, no phone, nothing."

"A lot of Were's keep a low profile, for good reason," the hunters had the law on their side, and many Were's were vulnerable to the system. "Probably sublet, kept minimal possessions in case he had to run although normally New York doesn't have Hunter factions so it's seen as neutral territory for both Were's and hunters alike." Plus, they drove off any hunters that were trying to pull their bullshit here, on their own doorstep. As they had proven time and time again.

"I want her accomplices, both of them," Harry stated, "Tonight we raid the property, with a little luck she will have them with her and we can arrest them together. So head home, I'll call Will and Daniel to help with the raid."

"Alright, Boss, you got it,"

"Yes, Sir,"

"Got it,"

"Goodnight boss!"

"You going to be alright?" Zane asked, very much aware of the personal conflict Harry was enduring while the others didn't, although they knew Harry had been looking for the Hales that was it.

"I'm fine, honestly, go home, see your family," Harry said, giving him a honest grin, "Tell them I was asking after them." his children were adorable and his wife was amazing, he was very grateful to have the Zabini family in his life.

Zane laughed, "Yeah, well, it's coming up to BBQ season in a few months, you'll see them for yourself," his wife loved inviting the entire team to eat at the family BBQ, getting to know the people her husband worked with. They hosted at least ten during the year, but thanksgiving and Christmas was time for just them that was one thing she'd wished.

Harry's grin became a full blown smile, "Ah, Potato salad," now that was something he loved, more than any of the meat served. He was by no means a vegetarian, far from it, the deer meet will attest to that, he had eaten quite a bit of it already. No need for the kill to go to waste even if his mate was a conundrum.

"Yeah, she makes the good stuff, she wont even tell me what the secret ingredients are," Zane said wryly, as he collected the rest of his stuff, "Old family recipe apparently." which meant more due to the fact she'd been orphaned at fourteen-years-old by a tragic car accident that killed her family while she was at a music recital.

"If you need help, call me, we'll be settled for the night by the time you're ready to go on that raid," Zane informed him before he wandered out, "Night," he knew from experience that Harry usually raided properties around four or five o'clock when they should be home, didn't always work that way but such as life.

Harry merely settled down to do more work, he'd head home for a few hours kip maybe, then come back to work.


"Lawrence is keeping an eye on the property, there are at least three people just gone in, lights are on and they are up. We wait until they settle for the night, they're cleaning guns at the moment and I'd rather avoid anyone being hit." Harry informed them, tone grim and serious, "We don't know how long it will be…ah, that might be him," he said, when his phone started going off, he frowned, definitely wasn't Lawrence, he had his number in his phone.

Answering it, he raised the phone to his ear, "Hello?" he heard nothing but pained wheezing. "Hello?" he said again, his voice intense. "Trace the call!" he mouthed to Will, who was at the computer, "Can I help you?" he didn't hang up, something was obviously wrong, and they had called his number for a reason.

"I…help," the voice pleaded, sounding bloody awful that rattling breath definitely didn't sound good.

It took Harry a few seconds to not understand the words but the voice. "Derek?" surprisingly his voice remained steady and calm. "Where are you? Can you tell me that?" he wouldn't be an Auror if he couldn't keep his composure under the most trying of situations.

Although, it was terrifying just standing there listening to the ragged breathing. For a werewolf not to be able to talk? It spoke of a very serious problem, but how long had that problem been active before he gave in and called him? Then again, he was just grateful that Derek had.

"Text me," Harry bark mouthed the words to Will, as he made off, he wouldn't be able to Apparate inside the building so being outside was best for all concerned. The wait was horrific, it felt like hours rather than a minute before Will got back in touch, giving him the Derek's location according to his phone.

He apparated to the general vicinity, "Point me, Derek Hale," murmured Harry lowly, following hastily the tugging in his wand, which he kept hidden just in case there was anyone nearby. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone around, it was too late for even the 'city that never sleeps' to be up, at least down this way, why Derek was here he had no clue.

It took all of two minutes to find him, leaning against a tree, blood gushing from a wound to his chest. The glow gave way that wolfsbane had been used. "Derek?" Harry murmured softly, keeping calm, Derek was barely conscious, his phone still in his lax hand.

Harry froze when he heard twigs snapping, people walking their dogs or hunters? Either way, he couldn't risk humans seeing magic. Wincing at the sight of the wound, Harry breathed evenly, held onto Derek and apparated them both to his home.

"Expecto Patronum, message: I'm fine, I'll be back as soon as possible," with that the Patronus took off, heading straight for MACUSA to alert his team that he was fine. Once that was done, he returned his focus to Derek, who was out for the count.

Laying him down, Harry ripped off his ruined Henley trying to stop himself staring, but he couldn't help himself, Derek was well sculptured. Fortunately, the black lines so close to his heart had Harry's heart pounding for a whole different reason.

Grabbing Derek's hands, he pressed them to his chest, before pressing his hand against the wound, "Accio bullet," and with that Derek's body bowed and the guy let out a roar of agony the pain wakening him up. Harry pressed down harder, stopping himself from being scratched or clawed at. He wasn't at full strength which allowed Harry to keep a tight grip of Derek and prevent it. The wolfsbane will be wreaking havoc on his system.

Derek could only feel pain as his body was poisoned, the agony of leaving his sister alone but feeling as if he deserved it coursed through him. Was it wrong to want to see his family? Explain and apologise to them for what his actions had caused? To know if they would have forgiven him or not? Laura…wouldn't do well on her own…she'd become feral, he couldn't just give up and let the hunters win…but the pain kept dragging him under.

Then the pain just ceased, Derek felt nothing for a few brief moments he thought this was it. Death was always described as the pain just fading away, like floating. Then bright light flooded the room, peering in through his half lidded eyes. Then warmth suffused him, it could only be described as having a warm bath after being out in the freezing cold – so much so that their own warmth deserted them – all day. The warmth surged through his entire body, from the tips of his toes to his ears and it invigorated him. Kickstarted his own healing, and unconsciousness claimed him, with the quiet soothing assurance that he was healing, that he'd been saved. That the hunters had not won.

Harry sighed in relief as the wound begun to heal on its own, but unfortunately, the relief was short lasting, as he looked at the bullet before rage slammed into him like a burning inferno.

The very familiar bullet staring at him tauntingly. He put the bullet in an evidence bag out of sheer habit, before sealing it closed. Staring at the bullet as realization rolled over him. She was becoming more and more brazen. Targeting more people, he had to take her down now, before she successfully managed to kill anyone else. It was pure luck that Derek had survived, the bullet had missed his heart by inches. If he hadn't called him then he most certainly wouldn't have survived. Sliding the bag into his pocket, it was evidence after all.

He would have been the next body discovered…unless she had a clean up crew on the way and that's who he heard. Murmuring the levitation charm, Harry guided the magic and Derek through to his spare room, cleaning up the mess, blood and all, before flinging the covers over his sleeping form.

Sighing softly, biting back a curse, he wanted to remain, because he knew, he knew Derek would bolt the second he woke up and he wouldn't see him again. He wanted to spend what time he could with him before he was gone again. His thirst for vengeance for the two fallen Were's and Derek was strong – lets' not forget the numerous others she'd probably killed too – and that is what he did best, so he was going to do it.

Scribbling a note he left it in view, telling Derek to help himself to anything he wanted, just because he'd been raised by the Dursley's, didn't mean he was without manners.

His soft gaze turned to stone as he turned around and left the room. Apparating back to MACUSA, he had someone to bring down and bring down hard.


A/N Yeah, I've changed Jordan Parrish's backstory for this one! I hope you don't mind :D he's not being possessed by a Hellhound but rather had a parent who was, and thus he ended up with the power of one, which was awakened upon his death :D So, will Derek still be there and that the beginning of their courtship or will it take a while before Derek gives into his and his wolfs desires? Harry is his mate after all…do you want to see more of how much Derek was struggling since only Harry's has really been shown yet! I'll need to start thinking of why they'd ever return to Beacon Hills…although really, they don't need to it's just habit isn't it? Will they return to Beacon Hills? Temporarily perhaps in the future? Or will they eventually settle down there?