More Than Just A New Beginning

Chapter 12


"Taylor are you and your team on the line?" Harry asked, as he created the conference call, standing outside of Peter's hospital room. The doctor had just literally came to give him one last check over before releasing him as his phone went.

"We are," came the aloof voice through the speakerphone, "The teams here," he added absently. "What's going on?" all business, as always, since he knew for Harry to get him involved it was big.

"Mike?" he then asked, sliding down, crossing his legs, putting the phone on his leg and began to surround himself with paperwork.

"Here Sir," came Mikes voice next, along with the sound of others all confirming their presence to save time.

"Perfect, now Taylor…we've just had confirmation that there's a Chaos Demon living within one of the biggest Nemeton's we have, in California." Harry told them why he was calling, not at all surprised by the sounds of shock at his announcement. "To complicate matters, the Nemeton has been boosted by a virgin sacrifice for the past few years."

"Malcom Stewart here, how sure are you that it's a chaos demon? They were destroyed during the war. None survived." Malcom explained, his voice showcasing his doubt.

"I do not make mistakes," Mike retorted sharply, unimpressed that someone was doubting his word. Especially a boy by the sounds of him.

"Mister Stewart, meet Mike Tong," Harry added with a twist of amusement.

Silence reigned for a few moments before Malcom replied, "My apologies," sounding suitably chastised. There was also a bit of awe in his voice, there was nobody better than Mike Tong, he knew his business, and had accumulated quite a following during his years.

"Apology accepted," Mike replied, "As we were saying, the Chaos Demon down there will likely be extremely strong due to the sacrifice."

"Is there a chance it hasn't gotten any of the virgin sacrifice and it's solely going to the Nemeta?" came the suggest from one of Taylor's team.

"I wish," Mike grumbled, but remained mostly stoic and professional, when he spoke again. "You see, the Chaos Demon is actually buried in something that was then dug into the tree, placed there deliberately I believe…the Chaos Demon wouldn't have emerged with a Wolf pack so close to the Nemeton not as weak as it must have been after being beaten back."

"Do we know what it's encased in?" Taylor demanded, scribbling going on in the background.

"Not as yet, I quite frankly, do not want to disturb it, I will go layer by layer as to not even knock it. If it gets out…it could cause the death of millions before we could take it out if we aren't careful." Mike explained, "I've not had a chance to see where it is yet, I investigated then called Harry,"

"You did the right thing, there's protocols in place for a reason," Harry informed him seriously, "While it's tempting to short circuit the process and just deal with it…anything could have gone wrong. This way we know what's going on." feeling like a hypocrite, but he hadn't actually walked into any of his situations knowing what was going on.

"How long would a virgin sacrifice power up the Nemeton?" Malcom Stewart then asked, showcasing his naivety and ignorance, he still had a lot growing to do before he was a full fledged member of the team.

"Until it's used, it could boost the Nemeton for decades, a century at most, there's nothing more powerful than a virgins sacrifice." Taylor educated his youngest recruit.

"Especially a willing sacrifice," Harry added absently, "And this one most certainly was. she's still buried there as well, which I think harnesses it farther isn't that not correct?" the pain was too severe for the youngster to withstand, so she'd been desperate to die by the end. He wasn't an expert on creatures' so he honestly couldn't say whether he was right not, he hadn't had a case like this before.

The Major Crimes Unit hated asking for aid from anyone, including Taylor and his team, Harry or his teams, or Mike for that matter. They thought they were better than everyone else. So, it was to no surprise that Harry and his teams were solving a lot more cases…and if they weren't careful, the Major Crime Unit would become the Minor Crimes Unit.

Harry utilised everyone he could, finding no embarrassment to use people's expertise to get a case put to bed. Especially if there was an immediate danger to life. The pissing contest just jeopardised lives, and it just wasn't worth it.

"Uh…boss, there's a lady insisting on seeing you, she's refusing to move…" Will said, sounding unsure of what to do, as he joined the conversation, presumably from Zane's call.

Zane remained silent, allowing Harry to deal with it as he saw fit.

"Why?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"She won't say why exactly, just that she needs your help, sounds and looks pretty desperate." Will admitted, he'd feel awful ejecting her from the wards, but they couldn't have a stranger making their way around MACUSA all day.

"I won't be available for at least an hour, if she wants to wait that long, let her, put her in my office but make sure she can't get into any of the boxes that have just been put in there. Understood?" Harry ordered Will.

"Yes, Sir!" Will replied, then all was silent on that front again.

"Taylor can you and your team deal with a Chaos Demon?" Harry asked, stating the obvious, he knew they could but it was only polite to ask. "As is?"

"I'd need to see numbers of how powered up the Nemeton is," Taylor stated, a quiet pause before talking again, "Send Mike my number, I'll meet him and we can investigate together we'll let you know before it goes down."

"No problem," Mike agreed, feeling infinitely better knowing someone else was there. That this task wasn't going to be down to him, he didn't have the power to obliterate a bloody Chaos Demon.

"Done," Harry stated, women weren't the only ones good at multitasking.

"Got it," Mike confirmed, the sound of a message alert postulating that Taylor got a message from Mike.

"Hold on," Harry said, pressing the phone to his chest, "How is he?"

"Free to go, he's physically healthy," the healer informed him, looking down at Harry from where he sat cross legged.

"And mentally?" Harry asked with a pinched look on his face.

"He's angry, grieving," the healer told him, with a grim look on his face. "Keep an eye on that, if his anger gets the better of him…it might take him down a road better not traversed."

"He's not had a chance to grieve or let his anger run it's course," Harry sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose, to Peter he'd just lost his family, learned he had a daughter, that his Alpha had betrayed him, being grateful for that otherwise he would have lost her that night. To be consumed by the knowledge he'd had hunter nearly kill him, that his niece had left him for dead…yeah, it was definitely too much to endure for any one person. Derek probably wasn't doing any better.

"As I said, get him some help," the healer said softly, he understood, all too well, that kind of all consuming anger that made you want to lash out. Humans, wizards, witches did it all the time…but as a werewolf, with heightened senses and emotions and deadly claws…his wrath would be considerably bloodier.

"He's with pack now," Harry stated, and it meant something, no it meant everything to an unstable werewolf.

The healer understood, because he nodded and drifted away to see to his next patient.

"My apologies, there was something that required my attention," Harry informed the group, as he re-joined the conversation. "Has there…"

"Taylor and his team at coming to Beacon Hills, they're packing overnight bags and staying with the team. Jordan Parrish is still going through the case files and because of the Runes you've given him…" Mike confirmed.

"They're getting done at an alarming rate…I doubt very much I'm needed." Jordan finished. "Am I to remain once all cases are solved?"

"Is the place growing on you?" Harry teased, grinning.

"Yes, it is," Jordan explained, "It's like I suddenly feel like I'm coming home. Like this was where I was supposed to be all along. Nothing natural about my reaction at all." He was an army brat, who in turn joined the army same as his uncle and father before him and his uncle and fathers' brothers and fathers before them. He'd grown up all over the world, and hadn't called a place 'home' once he learned to realize they'd just be moving again and again. The loss had been too difficult to bear, by the time he was an adult he was used to it.

"The Nemeton," Mike said, "It's calling on you to protect the land, the Hale land."

"That is not all," Jordan confessed, "I…feel drawn to someone, it's rather inappropriate." Sounding disgusted.

"Why's that?" Taylor asked.

"Because it's a bloody kid," Jordan said in bitter distaste.

"Jordan, just because you're drawn to a child, doesn't mean what you think it might mean." Harry confessed, unable to say the damnable words. "They might be another magical being, someone the Nemeton is urging you to protect until they come of age…or someone she's just trying to turn your attention to as a threat? Or it may be someone that you could be a match to in future." Unable to rule that out entirely.

"He's right, listen to what your instincts are telling you, given time you'll understand fully what it's trying to tell you. Creatures always have mates, the age doesn't mean a damn thing…for they live an extraordinary elongated life…more so than wizards and witches and that's saying something." Taylor informed him seriously. Everyone in MACUSA knew about Jordan Parrish, it was a rare case, half-hellhound.

"We're talking hundreds of years here, Parish," Harry explained quietly, aware he might not know and find it difficult to comprehend. "Humans are exceedingly lucky if they see their nineties," which wasn't always guaranteed, both sets of his grandparents had died before he was born, he didn't know a single thing about them, let alone have a picture of them.

He could if he deserved learn more he had the stone after all. Yet he refused to do it, they were lost to him, he didn't need to know them only to lose them again when he couldn't call them forth anymore, they weren't meant for this world. And pulling them forth constantly was the worst thing he could do. The desire to keep them there would just be too strong.

"Right, back to the plan, do recon and then let me know how it goes and what you plan to do." Harry ordered them, "And Jordan? You're stay there is long term, for the moment, but if you desire a change let me know." there was no shame in that.

"I'm fine," Jordan replied, sounding a little better than he had just a few moments prior. Perhaps the child had made him extremely leery, but having this new information had calmed him somewhat.

"Okay, Mike send the coordinates, and expect company," Harry stated firmly, "I'll be seeing you all." With that Harry ended the call, a silent contemplative silence enveloped him until bare feet caught his attention.

"Now just why are there so many people going to Beacon Hills?" Peter asked coolly, giving Harry a speculative look.

"Despite not being Alpha…I'm sure, Peter, that you could come up with that answer without needing prompting." Harry answered, sighing softly, as he lifted everything up, sliding his phone into his pocket and easily hoisting himself off the floor.

"What is going on?" Peter demanded to know.

"Peter…Beacon Hills is called Beacon Hills because it's a beacon, a supernatural beacon. It's what drew your family to it long before civilisation moved in. Between the pack and your families emissaries…they kept the town safe from all threats that moved in." Harry explained quietly, as he moved back into the hospital room, flicking his wand, making the hospital wear turn into a pair of jeans and a red Henley. "It's been two years since there was anything to protect the town…I dread to find out just how many lives have been affected by the supernatural without a pack to keep it safe. The Argent's didn't just take out a friendly pack…but each death since is resting on their shoulders." And he would be responsible for going through all the records to find out just how many people had died.

"A beacon?" Peter asked dryly, staring at the clothes in fascination, "Just what are you?" the fabric looked and felt very, very real.

"Have you heard of Nemeton's?" Harry asked, as he gathered up everything he'd brought with him, including his laptop.

Peter frowned, that niggling sense of knowing hit him, just like when he learned about his daughter… "I have a feeling I should,"

"It's where you buried Paige," Derek murmured quietly, a grimace crossing his features.

"I see," Peter closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Lovely, I have a Nemeton a massive power boost by keeping the body buried there."

"You did," Harry agreed, "But its not your fault," none of this was their fault. He was just glad he didn't need to explain what a Nemeton was to Peter. Talia Hale had made some seriously dubious choices.

"Talia must have known what it was…" Peter scowled, clenching his hands into fists, as anger once again consumed him.

"She may have," Harry sighed, "But honestly, if she knew everything…I don't think she would have acted as she had."

"You believe someone else is to blame for her ignorance?" Peter deduced, "Deaton." He was her druid after all.

"I believe that might be the case," Harry confessed, "But I will know more after I've gathered the rest of the evidence, and spoken to you a great deal more." Giving him a look that said he'd be grilling him not just talking.

"Very well," Peter agreed, noticing that Harry hadn't said anything about what he was. He was definitely no mere Druid, they weren't capable of what Harry was.

"Let's head home," Harry said, to both of them, "Hold onto me, take a deep breath and close your eyes." Holding his hands out, his bag secured around his body, situated at his back.

Once they both took his hand, he apparated the three of them out of the hospital. They would send him the bill, they knew how to get in touch with him.

"In time, you could if you want, move into one of the other apartments. They hadn't been touched since the old tenants moved out. They'd been cleaned by me, of course, but other than that they've remained empty. I, hadn't wanted tenants. The only people I've allowed to remain are the elderly couples on the bottom level. I didn't have the heart to evict them, they've lived in those apartment's for a lot longer than I've been alive." Harry explained, as he showed them around, which didn't take long at all, since they apparated into the apartment.

"I have an old laptop around here somewhere if you want to order anything," Harry added. "Use my accounts they're secure, don't worry about the costs, Peter that rooms yours to use," flicking open the door, the room actually belonged to the second apartment before he'd knocked down the walls to make it all a single apartment. "Derek, you can remain in the room next to mine," the room Harry had put him in when he was injured.

"Anything you want, use this card," Harry told them, unsheathing the black Mastercard from his wallet. Placing in next to the bowl he used for his keys, as he unhooked his house key from the holder, and copied it twice, before passing one on to Derek and then Peter, "Before anything else, Peter…follow me, you need to be keyed into the wards, trust me you don't want to be stuck when I leave." Giving him a wry grin.

Derek snorted at the understatement. Unsure of how to feel about being given a room of his own. His mate should desire to be with him, yet thus far there hadn't been any sign…then again, he hadn't exactly been welcoming either had he? He'd fought it every step of the way, and now he had an Alpha his wolf was proud of…happy.

"What are you?" Peter asked, cautiously following Harry at Derek's nod.


You know before this quarantine I used to update 6K words which was 20+ pages at a time! WOW I'm not sure if I realised that or not before LOL but I did find that out now anyway there we go! I'm going to get back to that, the 6K words and back to normal :) sooo will Peter know about Wizards? having assumed they were extinct? I mean if anyone could find a book on wizards it would be Peter :P hehe R&R please