Is This The World We Created

Chapter 36

"Good evening, Deucalion, my name is Harry Potter, may I sit?" Harry asked, standing just a little bit away from where the Alpha werewolf was sitting eating a meal. On either side of him were two werewolves, presumably alphas as well, and likely Kali and Ennis, from all indications, the information he'd gleaned had them described quite accurately. He ignored the growling coming from Deucalion's companions, they weren't who he was after. He hadn't known Deucalion before he'd shown up helping others, so to hear how he was in this timeline had been a surprise. He'd had more than enough time to come to terms with it, after all he'd been regaled of everything before their trip back in time.

Deucalion cocked his head, his senses going into overdrive, as he temporarily abandoned his meal truly curious. "You are Peter's mate," he told Harry, glasses on, eyes flashing into his wolf counterparts to see the wizard a little, nothing like his actual sight could have but it was better than nothing. "What could you have to say to me?" a thoughtful hum leaving his lips as he continued to stare.

"Hale?" Kali commented immediately after, "Is it true they all survived?" naturally, the attack on a peaceful pack like the Hales had spread like wildfire. Reaching over all states and further still, distorting the further it got, naturally, as all whispers did.

Deucalion held his breath, waiting for an answer, he was very good friends with Talia and Deaton, and with Deaton gone, he believed that none of the Hales had actually survived the attack. He drowned out the sounds of other people's voices, or the chewing of food, focusing utterly on this Harry Potter desiring answers. Peter at least had to have survived, unless the scent he could smell wasn't recent and it was a call to arms Harry was using to get them to fight hunters.

"Speak!" Ennis commanded, eyes glowing red in his impatience, not that he really cared either way, he just wasn't used to people disrespecting them anymore.

"May I sit?" Harry continued, unperturbed by the threats or the growls, it actually worried them seeing how unworried someone was of them.

"Please," Deucalion said politely, gesturing towards the seat across from him, clicking his fingers gesturing for a waiter to come to them. "Help yourself to anything." he wondered if he was correct and this Harry was his mate, he doubted his senses would desert him now.

"Thank you," Harry replied, revealing what he'd like to the waiter, including a drink, deeply curious about Deucalion, or at least this version of him. He pondered if there was any saving him or if he would need to destroy him. Well, them, since he'd need to deal with these two afterward. He'd done a lot of good though, and it would be a last resort only. The Deucalion he remembered had grey hair, this one had red hair, more Ron's colouring than Ginny.

"I am Peter's mate, yes," Harry declared, a rueful grin on his face, "He's going to be mighty annoyed that he missed out on a good meal." He liked this chain of restaurants, they made very good meals, especially ones that were best catering for a werewolf stomach.

"He isn't with you?" Kali asked, slightly disappointed, "I'm surprised he'd let you out of his sight." He was human after all, and they were nauseatingly vulnerable. Then again, the Hale pack seem to like humans, it was a whole other level. More so after such a brazen attack on the pack.

"Is he responsible for the sudden disappearance of a few hunters we can name?" Deucalion suggested, if anyone could do something like that, it would be Peter hand's down. He would do it and be able to sleep at night to. Peter was one of the werewolves that everyone at this table would agree they'd never want to go one on one and fight with. Peter didn't just play dirty, he was savage, he wasn't to be messed with.

"Thank you," Harry murmured to the waiter that dropped his drink off, taking a long gulp, he licked his lips, before pursing them thoughtfully, wondering on how to begin this without it resorting to violence. He could see that Kali and Ennis had very short fuses, and that wasn't good surrounded as they were with a bunch of hunt…humans. It was going to take a long time to stop thinking of every single human as a hunter, too many years of thinking of them otherwise.

Deucalion cocked his head to the side once more, fascinated by his lack of fear, and indecision. "Not all werewolves are like Peter, we definitely don't all have his patience." He revealed, as he begun to dig back into his meal, refusing to let it go completely cold.

Harry huffed out his amusement, "Not quite so patient now," he refuted, "Truthfully I am…contemplating what to reveal, and how much to reveal to you."

Deucalion arched a brow, "How about everything?" he replied haughtily. Wondering what exactly this man could have to reveal to him that he was worried about? No, not worried, contemplative.

Harry laughed, "Damn I owe him ten dollars," he spoke, inclining his head in silent thanks to the waiter who set his food down, the smell alone made his stomach grumble something fierce.

Deucalion froze, it had been a long time since he'd made anyone laugh, it made him miss his pack like a sharp thrust of a glass blade into his heart. He had stopped caring a long time ago, they'd tried to kill him, he'd only acted in self-defence. Still, the idea that someone was talking about him behind his back, making money off him, left a bitter taste in his mouth despite the laugh. His nails began to lengthen as he lost his steely composure.

"Human or not, Peter's mate or not, I will kill you," Kali hissed, her food long abandoned, a subvocal growl resonating within her chest.

"I'm only technically human," Harry retorted, detesting the very idea of being mistaken for what Kali, Ennis or Deucalion would consider 'human'. He hated them all with a vengeance, he knew it wasn't fair and they hadn't all been in on the destruction of the supernatural world but it would likely be a habit that would have to die with him.

"You're not a druid, you aren't a Were of any kind," Deucalion told him, a frown marring his features, he was rather getting frustrated by the man, enough that he was contemplating actually getting up and leaving. "What are you?"

"I'm a wizard," Harry replied, as he ate his food, watching their reactions to his revelation.

"A Wizard?" came the ludicrous reply, "Is that just a word you use for a Druid?" Ennis declared scoffing loudly, but he couldn't smell anything on him that screamed druid and he'd came across a few in his time. Yet, unless he'd figured out how to lie, he was telling the truth he believed himself to be a wizard.

Harry sniffed, "I'm offended by that comparison," he said, pointing his fork at Ennis as he spoke, "You're awfully silent…Deucalion, something on your mind?" he'd been far too accepting to his kind when they met in the original timeline as well. Perhaps there was a reason for it, and it wasn't just because he'd seen everything.

"I read a few books that indicate another supernatural world on top of our own," Deucalion confessed quietly and carefully, "They read as a fantasy series more than actual books, a lot of it was faded so much I couldn't read it all, but what I did was deeply fascinating."

"Where did you get the book? or books?" Harry perked up, curious despite himself. Him already knowing something might make a bit of sense.

"An estate sale, they were found tucked inside of a secret compartment in a desk," Deucalion revealed, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. "If I recall correctly, it was the Kennedy estate. No relation to the actual Kennedy's."

"Do you still have them?" Harry asked, making no assumptions, even if the werewolf was blind to a degree.

"They'll be in storage, I believe," Deucalion revealed, fascination thrumming through him, "So, there is such a world different from our own?" when he'd been young and optimistic he'd hoped to meet one such as he, just to immerse himself in the unknown world, and just learn everything he possibly could.

Ennis and Kali just glanced between the pair of them, rather detesting the idea they were so out of the loop as to feel as if they were idiots not understanding the subtle by play that was going on under their noses. Worse still that Deucalion was truly fascinated by this human – wizard – and seemed to be indulging him. Which confused them greatly, he didn't cater to anyone.

"It's not going to be the case any longer," Harry revealed.

"The hunters," Deucalion deduced, his sharp mind joining the dots, or what dots he had to connect at any rate. He couldn't say he knew everything, but what had been happening as of late had caught his attention. It caught most Were's attentions if they knew what to look for.

"Exterminated," Harry retorted, "Worldwide termination."

Ennis and Kali startled, "Wait are you serious?" they gaped, he didn't mean what it sounded like surely, it would be impossible.

"That's impossible!" Kali declared. Not even contemplating the idea that he might have been truthful. It was insanity to think for a second, he could be telling the truth. There were too many hunters for them to be truly exterminated, it was foolish to think otherwise.

"There's going to be a council put in place, to police our own," Harry told him, drinking the remainer of his glass, "As long as you draw the line under what you've done so far, nothing will happen to you. Continue as you are, we will have no choice but to start the council by hunting you down and exterminating you. It's not something I wish to do, you were dealt a rotten hand, and for that I'll let it go." and for the good he did in future, of course. If anything happened to him and his own, it would be a different situation altogether. He'd have happily killed them where they sat.

Deucalion narrowed his sightless gaze upon the wizard, "You wish for me to be on this council." Deducing why the wizard had sought him down.

"We need people who won't be opposed to doing what must be done," Harry revealed, "Although, truthfully, there are people who aren't sure about your presence being on the council, you've marred your good name." he'd been well known as a peaceful werewolf, wishing for non-violence between hunters and werewolves. It was foolish, of course, Harry knew this, but it had taken Deucalion losing his sight to realize this vision of the truth.

Deucalion hummed, he could guess who they were, but he wondered at this wizards determination, they didn't even know each other. Why would he even argue for his presence there? Was it truly just as simple as the fact he'd kill if need be? If wizards were capable of even a third of what that book implied…he knew he stood no chance, if they wanted him dead, he would be, end of discussion.

They'd proven that by annihilating every single hunter on the planet (if they had succeeded).

He had wished to do something similar, build an alpha pack of sorts, now there was no more hunters to be had. "Gerard Argent, has he been…"

"He's dead," Harry declared, before Deucalion could finish his statement.

"I see," not sure how to feel about that, at this very moment. On one hand, he was dead, good, he didn't deserve to live, on the other hand he hadn't gotten to gain his vengeance on the hunter that had taken his sight. That vengeance had been taken from him by someone else. Someone less worthy, did it happen fast? Did he suffer?

"Well, you don't," Harry commented, ignoring the incredulous looks at his chosen words, "But I'd like you to be able to. I can repair your eyesight should you wish it."

Deucalion's breathing hitched, "How? Not even Alan could repair my sight."

"Alan Deaton? The Darach? He's dead and he likely wouldn't have repaired your sight even if he could." Harry declared, disgust coating his voice.

Deucalion stiffened, "Much has changed since I saw him last it seems." Eyes flashing red under his sunglasses, at the implications. The thought of him having sent years blind while a druid could have fixed his sight was rage educing. Perhaps he had been too hasty in admitting defeat, he should have sought out someone else to see if they could help him. No matter, it was rather moot now.

"I doubt it, given the saturation, he's been a Darach nigh on a decade." Harry replied, removing his pendant, he sat the pendant in Deucalion's hand, "This is a pendant portkey, it will take you to the building we're using for the first council meeting in Beacon Hills, all of you must hold onto it, and it will bring you there. I understand you can see a bit with your Alpha eyes, you recite those words and you'll be there. The date and time are on the parchment as well." Adding the slip of paper onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I've set it so you come half an hour before the meeting so that I can fix your eyes." He added as an afterthought, removing Peter's old wallet, that he was using for himself now, he placed down a fifty-dollar bill that hopefully paid for his share. "It was nice meeting you." And with that they watched as Harry disappeared right in front of their eyes, one moment he was there, the next gone, no fast movements to the door, nothing just there one second gone the next.

"Fascinating," Deucalion murmured, it was time to hunt out those books of his for another read.

He was most certainly joining this council, if anyone would tell him the truth of why he was getting a chance…it would be Peter. He was never one for beating around the bush. Excitement thrummed through him, oh, he hadn't felt this way for many years, suddenly he looked forward to life.

A glance down at the parchment, and he didn't have long to wait, just two days.

"How did he know who you were? Have you met him before?" Ennis very surprisingly (and out of character) asked a very intelligent question.

Deucalion frowned, staring at where the wizard had left, "That is a very good question," and he didn't believe it would be anything as simple as a good description by Peter to count for it.

"You're not going, are you?" Kali asked, knowing that he definitely intended to go, she knew by the look on his face.

"I am," the Alpha declared, not even sparing a thought to think about it, he'd be a fool not to sign up for this new rise to power.

"What if it's a trap?" Kali argued, what about their plans? Everything they wanted to do? Was he really going to decide not to on the word of a wizard he hadn't met before? That was not a good plan, not at all, she needed to get him to see reason, the thing was she couldn't think of anything that could make him see reason.

The very idea amused Deucalion, "Why bait a trap that is known? He could have very well ended all three of us without anyone the wiser." He didn't know everything but the books he'd read? He knew that his words were accurate, deadly accurate.

"I don't know," Kali muttered, pursing her lips, mind flicking through possible scenarios' but none of them made a lick of sense really. Still, something didn't sit right with her regarding all of this, this stranger coming to them, he must want something, something only they could give and he was using it to his own advantage. "Surely, you can't believe all this…"

"You know as well as I he spoke the truth," Deucalion declared, finishing his meal, and adding his own money to the note Harry left, there would be more than enough to cover the cost of all their meals.

"What about our plans?" Kali hissed, her irritation rising in the face of Deucalion changing the game entirely and just taking off. "Are you just going to abandon them?" abandon us she thought, seething in fury.

"Did you not hear the friendly warning?" Deucalion murmured, straightening up, as he stood, using his cane, feigning vulnerability, as Ennis and Kali followed him, both of them silently demanding answers. He wrapped the pendant that Harry gave him three times around his wrist, securing it to his person. Not quite trusting Kali wouldn't attempt to take it and burn it.

Kali demanding answers more so than Ennis, Ennis though, followed Kali whenever, whenever she wanted, they were together. Naturally, neither had sought to leave his side, so this would be a little tricky to navigate. It was their first true disagreement since they'd made the plans. Their fear of him hopefully would stay their hands.

"Friendly warning?" Ennis parroted, as he opened the front car door for Deucalion, while Kali stayed back, lips pursed, unimpressed by what had just gone down and how he was talking.

"If we make a move to do what we planned, they will see that we are killed, likely with extreme prejudice," Deucalion replied, vexed that he'd chosen such an idiotic alpha to be in his ranks. He'd chosen him for his mailability, his imposing aura, he would be the perfect killing machine. Kali was more intelligent, just as ruthless. "Something I truly think we should avoid, no?" Kali slammed the back car door, shaking the car something fierce.

"Who's to say they could? We could take them." Kali declared, bloodthirstiness on full display.

Deucalion huffed out an incredulous laugh, her bloodthirsty nature had been something of a draw he felt towards her. How could a single meal and the promise of his eyesight being returned changed so much? Was it? Or was learning new contours about the world (the magical world) responsible for his hesitance of furthering his goal? Yes, he believed it was, for he knew like someone had just walked over his grave kind of feeling for it to be true. "We won't act until we have a full measure of what's going on." He declared, meanwhile trying to figure out how best to end this without bloodshed, he genuinely liked Kali and Ennis, to an extent, oh who was he kidding, he wouldn't shed a tear if they were gone, but still, he was responsible for them and he'd take that responsibility and harness it, well. This was his fault after all.

"Who could that be?" Peter murmured, standing up and moving towards the door before anyone could knock, he did not want the entire household to be woken. He opened it, and smiled his best welcoming smile, "Can I help you?" his tone very quiet, knowing most humans reciprocated when their volume was lowered and did the same.

"Si-i-g-g-n th-h-i-i-s please," stuttered the extremely flustered female, he was extremely hot and she found herself nearly at a loss for words.

"Here you go!" Peter declared with a smarmy roughish grin, he still had it, smug that he could still render people a stuttering mess. He accepted the letter, perplexed, he could scent Christopher Argent on this. Interesting. He hadn't been aware that he'd known the address.

A few more stuttered attempts of conversation before she shook her head and all but ran for her delivery van.

Peter laughed as he shook his head, and closed the door, only to jump when his sister was standing in front of him. He still didn't know how she did it, she was human, he should know where she was long before she got in front of him.

"What am I going to do with you?" his sister asked, shaking her head mockingly, amusement lit her eyes, they were beginning to get used to the new routine which was having them all relax a little more.

"Nothing," Peter said dryly, ripping open the letter, whatever it was, it was likely not something he'd like.

"Huh," he said after reading over the missive.

"What is it?" Sonja asked, peering at her brothers letter, attempting to read it upside down, but it wasn't a talent she'd ever mastered.

"Argent's taken Allison and left, he wants to raise her completely out of the life, an utterly mundane existence. He's begging for Harry not to have them watched, or to follow them or drag them back." Peter said, rather amused by the missive. "He'll be bored to tears within a few months." He wasn't built for peace, none of them were, they were built for war, men of action, and nothing, no calm existence would stop it.

"He might surprise you," Sonja mused, not as surprised as Peter was over what had happened.

Peter puffed a sound of amusement from his lips, "He'll be back." He told her assured of his own belief, "I might even start up a betting schedule."

Sonja laughed, watching as Peter folded it up and set it on the table for Harry to see, it would be up to him what happened next.

"Has Harry came back since this morning?" Peter asked her, aware she'd been in all day receiving parcels and such. He'd gone to see Deucalion while he got in touch with the contacts he could, both through travel and phone. Deucalion wasn't one of either, at least for him. Harry however, would easily be able to find him.

"No," she replied, "But he's promised to make us a dinner, so he shouldn't be too long."

"Hey, so here's my list for the council," Jasper said handing Peter it, giving his daughter a hug, he'd been far more affectionate since the fire. Or at least attempted to, since all hugs were rebuffed by Talia, who was still hurting over an ancient deity deciding she wasn't worthy of being an Alpha removing her powers. As if they had any say in how it would go. He wasn't even going to touch up on what she had done to deserve it, it distressed him to think of it. How close they had come to total destruction. Just what kind of world were they living in?

Peter took it, arching a brow at the list of thirty – at least! – names, he groaned, he took it back, he didn't want to be an Alpha this was tiring!

A/N – yeah, we're definitely setting up a werewolf council! So, suggestions for them are welcomed! I think we'll have somewhere around 15-20 will Chris join them or will he actually keep out of the supernatural? Or will it be him alone that returns with Alison being completely cut off from anything supernatural by her father? And just when and how will they find out about the little life growing in Harry? And with how far along he actually is (time-turner and actual fact the fetus came back with them) will it be the first of the fighting between the couple? And I actually had so much fun writing Deucalion hopefully it was a bit in character!