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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone}

{Text message}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter VI

–Mate–

Saturday, 29 September 2012

HJP's POV

Harry sat by the kitchen table as the kids camped before the TV.

"McCall." A woman introduced herself as she sat by his side. "Scott's mother."

"Potter. A Wizard." He replied and Mrs McCall's eyes grew. "Yes, we're real as well."

"Is there anything that doesn't exist?" She argued into her coffee.

"God." Harry shrugged. "Although there is afterlife… I was clinically dead for several minutes."

"And you just broke two myths in one second."

"Merlin's real. Instead of «For the love of God» my Kind says «Merlin's Beard»… or my favourite: «By Merlin's Baggy Y-fronts»."

Mrs McCall chocked on her coffee as she snorted.

"Hell?"

"By Dementor's Kiss. Magic Creature who sucks out your soul… literally."

"Year?"

"We don't do our own dates. We do follow the pagan's holidays. Like Druids."

"No Christmas?"

"No Santa. Winter Solstice plus Yule."

"New Year?"

"Technically that's what Winter Solstice is about."

"Halloween?"

"Witch Hunter's Day?"

"Point taken. So… Samhain, am I right?" The Muggle woman asked and Harry nodded. "Birthdates?"

"Try telling the kiddos no."

"I know the feeling. Which one is yours?"

"The three children and the blue-haired teenager."

"You let him dye his hair? Isn't he too young?"

Harry turned towards the children.

"Teddy!" The teen looked back with a raised eyebrow. "Black hair!"

Teddy's hair changed to an exact replica of Harry's, before returning his attention to the movie.

"Magic?"

"Shapeshifter. It's called Metamorphmagus, the plural being Metamorphmagi. His mother was always with pink bubble-gum hair colour."

Derek entered the kitchen and joined them. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Can't watch anymore second of constant TV."

Harry snorted as Peter also joined them.

"Do you have a card deck?" He wondered and Derek shook his head. "How do you occupy your free time then?"

"Work out."

"Full-time?" Harry demanded and Derek nodded with a raised eyebrow. The Wizard turned towards Peter. "Where did you fail with his upbringing?"

Peter and Mrs McCall snorted as Derek huffed.

"I have a deck and board games at my place. I'll bring them later." Mrs McCall offered.

Harry nodded and looked at his mobile phone as it beeped.

"What is wrong with this thing?" He groaned.

Peter leaned forward and quickly explained how to open the text message.

"See? I told you cellphones could send texts."

"It's empty." Harry argued.

"It's not. It's a picture, see?" Peter offered soothingly as he showed Harry how to open it.

–BHA–

MMcC's POV

Melissa watched as Peter taught Potter how to use the cellphone, the chemistry between the two looked practically like… she glanced at the way Derek and Scott were looking back at her. As if waiting for her reaction.

"I'm happy for you, Peter." She smiled.

Peter glanced up as Potter's cellphone finally showed the picture.

"Try telling that to your son and my nephew." He argued and Melissa snorted, while Derek glared at Peter. The ground started to shake. In a heartbeat all the children and teenagers were in the kitchen as Peter forced Potter to look into his eyes. "Harry!" Peter called but as the earthquake only got worse he looked away. "Stiles, take the children upstairs!"

Stiles picked the toddler up and grabbed Potter's copy's hand, before walking out the kitchen.

"Jimmy, you two!" Erica ordered and the last child left.

Melissa picked the cellphone and looked at the picture.

"Guys…"

"Not now." Peter argued, trying to bring Potter's attention back.

"You need to see this!"

Derek and Scott approached and looked at the picture that had been texted. Heather's face was scratched, next to her was Stiles and Teddy's faces. Stiles was also scratched.

"On second thought… Erica, you aren't virgin anymore, right?" Scott asked and the blonde shook her head with a raised eyebrow. "Go trade with Stiles and send him down."

Erica nodded and left the room.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"Darach has Potter's number."

Peter looked up towards Derek.

"Did she… threaten Stiles?"

"Yes and Edward."

Peter returned his attention towards Potter as the earthquake grew worse and grabbed his face, kissing him.

"Gross." Scott turned away at once.

Melissa slapped her son in the back of his head.

"Like you are any better!" She reprimanded. "The earthquakes?"

Peter stepped back as Stiles entered. Potter blinked several times and then the earthquakes stopped all together.

"The Darach is threatening me?" Stiles wondered as if talking about the weather.

"Yes." Potter took a deep breath. "What means that she knows you're my Apprentice now." He glanced at the cellphone and then towards Stiles. "How did she get that number?"

"It's on your pamphlets." Stiles put in. "That is your work cellphone, Boss. You are always mixing the two…"

Potter nodded and took out his stick from up his sleeve.

"Is he… Latin?" Melissa wondered.

Potter started to walk around Stiles, flicks of light leaving the stick and surrounding the teenager as he spoke.

"Mr. Potter?" Stiles wondered. "I'm successfully freaked out now."

"Stiles?" Peter called.

"Yes?" The teen agreed as he hopped from one foot to the other.

"For the love of god. Just be still and quiet. Harry's using a protection spell on you."

"Quiet… I can do that. This is me. Quieting down."

"Stiles!" Derek snarled. "Shut up!"

"Wouldn't you like that, Sourwolf?"

Peter groaned.

"What is wrong with this kid?"

"Stiles, Potter is hexing you. Any wrong move now will kill you and probably all of us!" Derek growled. "I don't know about you, but I don't fancy spending six years in a coma."

That successfully tensed and straightened the hyperactive boy. The fear for once freezing his mouth. Finally, Potter stopped.

"So… that Hocus Pocus works how?"

"It stops most supernatural attacks on you, magic included. Druid magic that is."

"That protects me from the Darach?"

"She can't use you as a Virgin Sacrifice any longer." Potter agreed. "Although… she can still kill you."

"Is that supposed to relax me?"

Potter massaged his eyebrows

"Stilinski?"

"Yeah?"

"What I did… the Blood Ward… it's barely legal. There's no Light, Grey nor Dark ritual that actually would protect you fully from her. Save for Horcrux."

"Horcrux?"

"Dark Magic… you kill someone, your soul breaks in part, you put a part on an object." Teddy put in and everyone looked at him except for Potter. "You do remember that I'm also a Wizard, right? It's part of my studies."

–BHA–

HJP's POV

Harry opened the shop's door, only for a man in robes to follow him inside.

"Lord Potter?" The Wizard asked and Harry nodded. "Where did I…?"

The Wizard looked through his pockets while Stilinski entered. Finally, a parchment was given to Harry. He read it and nodded.

"Just one minute. Stilinski, get me flasks from the lab!"

"Yes, Boss."

The Wizard glanced at Stilinski as he disappeared through the back door.

"Druid Apprentice who I had to take under my wing because the Druids of this town refused to tutor him." Harry explained, starting to gather the ingredients on the counter. "Allergic to anything?"

"Not really, no. Does sugar change the effects?"

"Yes, but honey doesn't."

"Thank you. Last Apothecarian I went to was against any and whatever change in the potions."

Harry smiled.

"Why suffer, right?" He retorted and the Wizard grinned back, just as Stilinski returned. "Thank you." The Briton picked one of the flasks and quickly set up the drops and designed ingredients inside. When he was done, he let Stilinski close the flask and set it on the bag. "Anything else you require?"

"Painless Potion. I have this terrible back pain that just won't go away."

"Your Healer didn't prescribe anything for that?" Harry asked confused.

"My Healer refused to even see it."

Harry frowned.

"If you would please that out your robe and show me your back?"

The Wizard nodded and took the robe out, before turning around. Harry approached and looked at the back in silence.

"That's a nasty bruise you have there." Stilinski was unable to restrain himself, which got him a glare from Harry.

"I'm sorry for my Apprentice. He doesn't know when to shut up."

"It's not a problem. I'm an Auror, this bruise doesn't get covered by the work insurance." The Wizard put in towards Stilinski. "How bad is it?"

"Do you live alone?"

"No."

"I'm going to give you a balm." Harry put in, going to get the balm. "Was it a Curse or…?"

"Curse threw me against the wall. Job insurance only pays actual Curses."

Harry nodded as the Wizard set up the robe.

"You need a better insurance." Stilinski argued, what made Harry facepalm himself. "What? It's true!"

"Stilinski?"

"Yeah?"

"Auror is the magical police."

Stilinski gaped, looking at the Auror who smiled back.

"Oh…"

"Stilinski' father is the Sheriff of this town… the Muggle Head Auror." Harry put in towards the Auror, who nodded. "He stills needs to learn to restrain his mouth."

Harry returned to the counter and joined a balm to the bag.

"Don't worry, Lord Potter. It's in teenagers' nature. How much?"

"So 8៛28∴ the potion and 1ʛ4៛24∴ the balm. What means 1ʛ13៛18∴ all."

Stilinski snorted, only for him to gape at seeing the Auror take out the coins.

"First-time dealing with Wizardry Currency?" The Auror asked amused and Stilinski nodded. "The golden coins equals 1 Galleon." Stilinski accepted the coin and Harry let him deal with the money. "Sickle is the silver one… 13៛. Let's count." Once the thirteen coins were on a heap, they passed towards the Knuts. "And finally 18∴."

"How much is it?"

"In American Dollars?" Harry wondered as he accepted the coins and put them in the register. "11$67."

"So… you have the prices in the Wizardry way… you just transfer them to dollars?"

"Hence why my shop is cheaper in non-magic standards." Harry agreed.

Stilinski hummed.

"That prescription… it's like a pharmacy one?"

"Healer is a doctor." Harry agreed. "Your receipt."

"Thank you. I'll pass the word around my co-workers."

Stilinski run to the back and returned with a pamphlet. The Auror accepted it.

"You can put this on your station."

"Strange material… why doesn't the pictures move?"

"Muggle." Harry put in. "My Apprentice made them."

"Someone must be interested in a raise…" The Auror teased and Stilinski blushed as Harry chuckled. "How much does he get?"

"2ʛ15∴ per hour."

"Wow, Nomajs receive well."

"I know. He'd be rich if he was a Wizard."

Stilinski gaped at Harry as the Auror nodded his head at Harry, before leaving.

"If I was a Wizard… how much would've I…?"

"8∴15៛. Half a Galleon." Harry put in and Stilinski gaped. "3$98."

"That's almost a fourth of what I get!"

"A poor family usually has to sustain themselves with one Galleon per hour. 7$35."

Stilinski nodded, still gaping. Harry grabbed a box from under the counter and him.

"Store it in the back?" The teenager asked.

"No. Wizardry candies, I booked them up for you to try out. Do beware of Muggles and of the jumping frogs, though."

Stilinski nodded and Harry moved into the backroom towards his lab. He had just finished setting up the ingredients and cauldron, when Stilinski came running in. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's you!"

Harry accepted the frog card, only to see his own teenage face. He huffed and returned the frog card.

"Out of everyone and it had to be my own card."

"You're famous!"

"I 'was' famous, Stilinski. Now I am a fugitive of the law in my own country. My frog card is forbidden in the UK. My name used to be respected and now it's a snarl." Harry sighed. "The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Defeater. That's what they used to call me." Harry glanced up from the ingredients towards Stilinski, only to see a sad look. "I used to be like McCall when I was your age… I grew up when I was forced to choose between UK and my godson."

"Your wife?"

"She followed me. Turned against everything she believed and knew for me."

They heard the frontdoor bell ring and Stilinski ran away. Didn't take long for him to scream «Boss» a few moments later. Harry sighed and left the lab, only to freeze once he arrived the shop.

–BHA–

PH's POV

"Is it safe for Potter and Stiles to go work?" Cora wondered.

"Last time I tried to tell him anything he screamed my ears off." Derek argued as he watched over the children playing board games.

"Why didn't Uncle Peter told him not to go?"

Peter glanced up from his book towards his nephew and niece.

"Last time Derek made me make Harry do anything I lost all the fuel in my car."

"Why?"

"He decided to drive like a fool. I even had to change the tires."

Then they all heard a lightning. Everyone ran to the windows only to see the clouds over the location of the shop, growing over the town. Peter looked at his cellphone as he received a text.

{Shop: SOS.}

"Stiles activated the SOS button."

Peter, Derek and Scott left the house at once, speed driving to the shop. Argent was already there when they arrived with his daughter and Lydia.

"Got the text as well?" Argent wondered and Peter nodded as he run towards the door, only to be thrown back. "It's not Mountain Ash."

"It threw us out as well." Allison explained. Father was thrown all the way to the other side of the road."

Derek glanced at Peter confused.

"Scott, call Deaton."

Scott picked his cellphone, when a car stopped by their side and a black-skinned woman left the car.

"Miss Morrel?"

"I saw the storm." She argued, took her bag out from the car and picked a flask that she threw at the door. "Hale, try now!"

Uncertain, Peter went towards the door, only for it to open. When Scott made a move to follow, he was thrown out.

"Only works in Mates?" Peter wondered.

"Only Mates of who is inside." The Shedruid agreed. "It's the best I can do against a Warlock's magic in such a short notice."

Peter looked at Derek with a raised eyebrow.

"Just go, Peter!"

"Stop being an idiot and follow me, Derek." Peter grabbed his nephew and pulled him with him inside. Stiles run towards them once they entered the shop. "What is going on?"

"Angry customer, what do you think?" Stiles whispered, pointing towards the literally dueling duo.

"Darach?"

"Wizard." Stiles argued.

–BHA–

HJP's POV

Harry frowned as he returned to the front of the shop, to see Ron in there.

"What are you doing here?" He snarled.

"Kingsley finally located you and got me a portkey."

"You have no right in this country, Ron."

"She Was my sister, Mate!"

"She chose to follow me of her own mind!"

"You killed her! And now you dare to be a Mediwizard?"

"You do know that Boss didn't do it on purpose, right?" Stilinski interrupted.

"Who the Bloody Hell are you?"

"My Druid Apprentice." Harry put in.

"Druid? Druid!? Druid's are the worse of the worse! Haven't I taught you anything at all?"

"Weren't you who taught me not to be a bigoted idiot and then suddenly attempted to kill my own godson?"

"He's a Werewolf!"

"So what!?"

"They are killers!"

"Lupin never killed anyone!"

"He tried to kill us!"

Harry's wand jumped onto his hand and he was on Ron's neck in a second.

"Say that one more time!"

"You've grown crazy!"

"Look who's talking! And to think you were like a brother to me!"

"To think I let you share my room. All you wanted was my sister!"

A lightning was heard outside as Harry swallowed his tears.

"How. Dare. You?"

"It's true!"

"You shouldn't have come, Ron."

Ron grabbed his own wand.

–BHA–

PH's POV

"Who is that?" Derek asked.

"Apparently, Potter's previous brother-in-law. The one who tried to kill Teddy and the reason Potter moved to the States."

Peter and Derek shared looks.

"He blames Potter for his sister's death?" Derek wondered.

"How did you guess?" Stiles retorted. "Oh, and he's furious that Potter dares to be a Mediwizard after killing her or whatever that is."

Harry defended a spell, only for it to be thrown at them. Derek used his body to protect Stiles, but both Hales' backs were stroke.

"Stiles, do tell me you know anything about healing." Peter snarled as the spell started attacking his back.

Stiles run towards the shelves and picked several flasks that he then used on both their backs.

"Dark Spells, Ron, really?" They heard Harry snarl.

"Like you are one to talk, Mate!"

Peter growled low on his chest. Derek turned towards him as Peter felt his eyes shift red.

"Peter?"

"I cannot… control…"

"Stiles, get back!" Derek ordered as before anyone could think, Peter shifted.

Pain… Mate… fear… anger…

Mate. Mate. Mate… Peter blinked at feeling himself again, to find Harry kissing him. When Harry stepped back, he sent him a sad look.

"Are you back?"

Peter nodded and took in the damage he'd done, only to see the Ginger with his throat slashed by claws.

"I killed him, didn't I?"

"Your wolf didn't enjoy that anyone else called me «Mate»." Harry agreed. "We tried to stop you, but…"

Peter looked at Derek to see him holding his broken arm, that Stiles was bandaging.

"Derek…"

"I'm fine. Although I believe we just attacked a Magical Ambassador from the UK."

Peter turned towards Harry, who nodded sadly.

"Ron had immunity in the states. We just… declared war."

"Why?"

"Because he is a Nacional Hero." Harry glanced down at the Wizard. "He was in the war with me. We fought together. I won the war… the new Ministry of Magic decided to declare war against Werewolves. I refused, lost my Hero badge and took Teddy with me to the States. Ginny followed me."

Peter grabbed Harry and pulled him to his chest, hugging him.

"You need to open the Curse of the door."

Harry nodded and undid it. Immediately the others entered. Argent looked at the body and then up towards Harry in Peter's hold.

"Who is this?"

"Wizard… Peter lost control because he called me «Mate»."

"Transfigure his clothes. The Sheriff is outside."

Harry obeyed and in no time the Sheriff entered.

"What happened?"

"I believe the wild animal attacked again." Argent put in. "Even Derek Hale was attacked this time, while protecting Stiles."

The Sheriff looked at Derek and nodded his head, before approached the dead body.

"Did you see it, Potter?"

"I was in the back… Stilinski called me… I arrived same time as Derek and Peter. Derek…"

"What were you doing in the back?"

"Brewing a potion."

"You know what… I don't even want to know." Sheriff Stilinski turned towards Peter. "What about you two?"

"With the attack me and Derek decided to come check on them. We were just about to arrive when I got the SOS text."

"Your hands…"

Peter looked at the blood on his hands.

"I tried to stop the bleeding." He lied.

–BHA–

MS's POV

Stiles sat on the hospital bench, uncertain.

"Here." He looked up at Mrs McCall. "You need to drink something."

"Thank you." Stiles accepted the juice bottle.

"Your father said you were the one who bandaged Derek."

"Potter has been teaching me a lot…"

Mrs McCall smiled, sitting at his side.

"He'll be fine. Peter explained to me that as it was an Alpha wound it takes 'normal' time to heal."

"He told you about their backs?"

"Yes, I warned the Doctor about the ingredients in the balm you used on Derek's back." Mrs McCall agreed and Stiles sighed, glancing at his drink. "I take it you were scared."

"Derek protected me, but… I never felt so useless."

"Like a damsel in distress?"

"Exactly!"

"You don't have to be." The nurse argued and Stiles glanced at her confused. "Sure, they have claws. But you are a Druid, right? Learn to sue that to your advantage."

"I'm just an Apprentice."

"I saw Peter's back. You are far better than you think. Now get yourself up and go to Derek. He hasn't stopped asking about you."

Stiles nodded and finished his drink before getting up and heading towards the room. Derek raised an eyebrow when he entered.

"You 'heard' that?"

"Yes." Derek agreed and Stiles blushed. "Once I'll get better, I'll teach you how to defend yourself."

"Kay…"

"Peter's buying you several Mountain ash bats as well. One will be fulltime at the shop." Derek added and Stiles nodded. "And I heard your father talk about buying you a pepercan."

"Is that supposed to work against an animal?"

"He doesn't need to know that would only get it madder."

Stiles snorted.

(TBC)

I typed this today, so like last chapter I'm not sure if I caught all the typos from when I type it from paper to Doc Word, but honestly I just reviewed it yet again and I'm exhausted (physically and mentally).

~Isys