Summary- Harry after the final battle ends up unwillingly taking the title of the master of death. Though he finds it plays no big part in his life. At least not until he dies and finds himself reborn into a whole nother world. With all his memories and magic in tack. However, it seems this world or should it be said the life Harry know has might turn out to be just as unfortunate as his first life; especially considering the family he finds himself being reborn into. Teen wolf/ Harry Potter crossover.

A.N-This will most likely be a slash story or have some type of slash in it so letting that be known right here and now. Though please let me know if you have a preferred pairing that you would like to see with Harry or with someone else.

Disclaimer- I do not own or make any money off of either Harry Potter or Teen wolf.

Chapter three

Harry was currently back in Beacon Hills a place he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to return to in the first place. At the moment he was in the attic of a house that his 'mother' apparently owned that was on the very outskirts of the town. Which Harry noted while near the woods was also actual as far from where the Hale's house had been as it could be while still being in said town.

At the moment he was once more training, or to be more précises he had once more been forced to train under the influence of the Collar. Something that was as common as waking up to Harry now. As it was an order Harry seemed to get every day; sometimes several times a day at that.

At the same time, because it was something that happened so often, Harry wasn't sure why Kate always made an order for him to train before she left. Considering Harry was so used to training now that he most often did it whenever he had free time and nothing else left to do.

Meaning that without even being told to do so Harry would willingly train without needed an order to do so. But in the end figured that she just liked the control she had over him when she was able to give orders like that.

Still knowing to safe the energy to fight some of the future orders he had given Harry simply continued to train. However, at the same time even as he did this harry knew there was a rather large problem with being ordered to train like he had been, like he currently was, and Harry had found this out long ago. Which was because he trained so much and so often it all became almost automatic when he did train. Which in turn gave Harry a lot of time to think as his body just instinctively moved through the motions.

Most of these thoughts didn't turn out to well for Harry, and more often than not took a dark turn rather quickly. Something that often-had Harry subconsciously pushing his body harder than ever as he lost himself in his thoughts.

This was often either because they turned into memories of what he had been forced to do over the last couple of years. As he remembered both the fact his hand was soaked in blood or the punishments he had suffered through for not following orders like he was supposed to. Or because they became thought of what he would do once he became free of the cursed collar around his throat.

More often than then not the lateral thoughts were the ones that ended up scaring him the most, as he had never really been that murderous when he had been Harry potter. Hell, at his worse as Harry Potter the worst thing he had done was a failed torture curse and had send the dark lords spell back at him killing him with his own magic.

But at the same time Harry knew that a lot of those thoughts he now had had been more than earned over the years. Especially as the majority of them were aimed at either his so-called mother Kate Argent or his ever-cruel grandfather Gerard Argent. If he was honest about it, he wasn't the only one who'd have thought like that about those two, and he most certainly wouldn't be the one with the bloodiest thoughts either.

While at the same time the former thoughts often left Harry wanting to curl into a ball of pure misery at everything he had been through. At all the blood that was now on his hands, most of being purely innocent people whose only crime, at least in Kate's eyes, being the fact, they weren't solely human. As he remembered all the scars his new body now carried, and what caused those scars he now had. The majority of which, like the scars he had as Harry Potter, actually being from his so-called family as opposed to those who attacked him.

Not to mention how heavy hearted he was from all the other dirty secrets he was now forced to keep because he hadn't been able to disobey the orders he had been given by the collar. First because he hadn't known how to, and later because Kate would whittle down the power he had to ignore the orders he was given until he literally couldn't ignore the orders any longer

And if he did somehow find a way around the orders Kate usually just keep at it until he had drained himself of both the magic of his that he could still unknowingly reach, and the mental power he had. Leaving it so that he had no choice but to obey the next order he been given. And this was with him still following the easier orders he felt no need to disobey.

Biting his bottom lip in an attempt to keep himself in the present, out of those thoughts with the use of minor pain; something that sometime worked for him. Because Harry knew that at the moment, he could afford to let himself get lost in the past not when he had so much, he needed to do in the present.

And given the fact his body did work on automatic while he was training now would be a perfect time to get started in said planning. After all he had done so before, when he had been able to weasel around his orders enough to screw with several of his 'mother's' previous hunts. Not to mention it wasn't like his 'mother' had ordered him to stay out of the way of this hunt anyway; so, there wasn't any weaseling he needed to do anyway.

That in mind, while still biting his lip, Harry began to try his best to focus on what he wanted done now that he was in Beacon hills and had a little bit of freedom to actually plan what he was going to do. Something he wanted to do quickly before his mother could give him an order that would stop him from doing anything against her; something she seemed to have forgotten to do in her eagerness of finishing her hunt.

Meaning at the moment Harry did have some time on his side, more so then usually as Kate had quickly gone over to her brother's Chris house to check things out with him. And had that bit of information been a surprise to Harry, more of a kick in the teeth really. As he had no idea that his Uncle, Aunt and cousin where currently in Beacon Hills, nor did he know how exactly he should feel about that.

Because one, while he could say that, that side of his family was a lot nicer and followed rule he could respect to a degree he felt that they weren't all that close. That for some reason Chris held him at arm's length and did everything in his power to keep his daughter way from him. Most likely because Chris knew that Harry knew about hunting, had been training in it, and didn't want to risk his daughter being dragged into it.

Something Harry could understand, but at the same time couldn't help but not want to be around the man in turn; couldn't help but feel slightly abandoned by the man in question. Even more so when he began wondering if Chris knew just what his sister and father had done not only to him but on all those hunts they had been on.

After all, the two weren't very discrete around those that were in the know about werewolves, and Harry knew that Chris had to be at least a bit suspicious about it. So, why didn't he try to do something about it? Why was what they doing still happening? Why was Harry still enslaved to his so-called mother? Why hadn't Chris noticed anything what was going on when it seemed so obvious to Harry what was going on.

Yet at the same time even as he thought all these thought Harry knew that the reason, he was feeling this way was because of misplaced anger more than anything else. And that he was trying to blame Chris, and his family, for something they had no real part in. That he was painting them with the same brush he had painted his Grandfather and mother in.

Partly because he wished they had noticed what was going on, and partially because Harry knew he was jealous of the love and care Chris rained down on his daughter, Allison. Wishing that he had been born in her shoes, even if it meant being born female instead of male. It is something Harry would have happily had gone through for the chance of finally having a loving family.

Shaking his head, to get rid of those thoughts and get back on the right track of thoughts Harry almost absentmindedly moved to do the next part of his training, the gymnastic beams, as he began to plot on what his next move was going to be.

He had already been able to screw with Kate's plans a little bit by messing with the gear she had. Which Harry knew could easily turn disastrous if things took a turn for the worse, like Harry seriously hoped it would. But at the same time Harry also knew before he could really do anything else that would screw with her plans, he needed more information then what he currently had. Or he could mess with the wrong thing and led to innocents instead of Kate, being injured or killed.

Seeing at the moment all he really knew about the hunt that Kate was so eager about continuing was, that around six years ago his so-called mother had originally come here for a hunt that was in her own words for the most part successful.

And it was the how it had been so 'successful' that left Harry sick to his stomach; as there was more then one reason why Harry hated Beacon Hills so much. Seeing as it wasn't only the place, he had originally lost his freedom at, but it was also the place where he found out some really harsh unwanted truths at. Not to mention found out just how far Kate would go when it came to her hunts.

Seeing as on that particular hunt six years ago, the woman he loathed to call his mother, had posed as a substitute teacher before seducing the underage son of the Hale pack Alpha; whom had lived in Beacon Hills at the time.

A son who Harry had found out had been called Derek, and who was apparently only four years older than Harry himself physically was. Which in turn had made him about the age of fifteen, and just at that, at the time when Kate had used him to get the information about his family. Just barely turning fifteen when his thirty something year old mother had, had sex with him.

Which she had done to both hurt Derek and at the same time get his scent in her, on her, so she could then use it to destroy Derek's family. As she had literally trapped the entire family in their house using mountain ash, before lighting said house on fire. Burning it and all the people in it to the ground as she did so.

Destroying the Hale pack as she did so. Whose only crime again was not being purely human. Something that was made worse about the face there actually had been human in that fire, but apparently in Kate, and her father's mind, if you ran with wolves you were no better then them. That you deserved to die, and in this case deserved to burn.

Or at least she had burned the majority of the pack to death. Apparently there had been three wolves that had survived the fire, Laura, Peter and Derek. With the last person being the main reason that his mother had decide to come back to Beacon Hills to begin with. As apparently Laura had already been taken care of, and if the smug way she smiled about it meant anything Harry knew his 'mother' had played some part in Laura's death; no matter what else may be said in that matter. Or his so-called mother wouldn't be so happy about said death, instead she'd have been complaining about someone stealing her kill instead.

As for Peter apparently his survival from the fire hadn't really been a complete blessing for him, in any regards. As he had spent the last six years in a coma with bad burn scars covering half of his body. From what Kate had told him he had been abandoned by both Laura and Derek, by his pack, and had been left alone by the remains of said pack to slowly heal on his own; for the last six years.

Something that had Harry inwardly wincing as he thought of this, as Harry knew both from his time with Remus as well as from the werewolves he had been able to rescue in this world, how important pack was to the werewolves; how vital they were. So being stuck in his own mind, trapped with out his pack, with his last memory being of the fire that had destroyed his family would be a living hell for anyone; especially a werewolf.

At the same time because he was in a coma and had been for the last six years Kate had written him off as anything worth hunting, as there was no thrill of the chase. Or at least she had said she had, though knowing her Harry wouldn't put it past her to stab a needle of the strongest wolfbane she had in his heart; coma or no. So, it meant that she most likely had something planned for him at a later date; if Harry was reading the way she was acting correct.

However, at the moment Harry knew that Kate didn't seem to be really interesting in Peter because of the coma he was in. Even if at the same time Harry did know that she did seem to have a general fear of him as he had been what was called the left hand in his pack. The protector, and enforcer of the pack she had destroyed. So as far as Harry was concerned, she should be worried if he ever did wake up.

But even as he thought on all of this, Harry couldn't help but feel there was something wrong with the information he currently had. That he was missing something, something big and it dealt with werewolves that were in this small town.

Mainly the Hale wolves. Because Harry knew there had to be a reason that the Hales had returned to Beacon Hills to begin with. There had to be a reason Laura, the alpha that had taken over as the Alpha for the Hale pack after the fire, had returned to the place she had lost everything to being with. There had to be a reason she had died there as well. But what it was exactly Harry had no idea, there was just too many questions and not enough answer to get Harry the information he knew he needed

But at the same time Harry knew that he wouldn't get the answers he sought until either his mother felt like telling him or let something slip. That or someone else let something slip. But until then all he could really do was keep an ear, and eye, out for anything that was out of the ordinary. That would get him the answers he sought; it usually did.

As he thought this Harry began the last part of his training, as he had been working his way through all the other training he had been assigned while he was deep in thought. This part of the training was, actually the part of the training that was the easiest for Harry and was treated more of a cool down for Harry then anything else. This was because the last thing Harry had to work on, before he had to clean the training room before showering himself, was working on his aim with the throwing weapons he had.

Weapons that as it turned out Harry was highly skilled in, and weapons that Harry now almost always constantly had on his body in some way or another. Rather it be by using his long hair to store them or hiding them in reachable places on his body.

Then again, the weapons he did use were rather easy to hide on his body, not to mention were even easier to have coated in things like wolfbane. Something his mother really loved, even if she didn't really use one of the weapons Harry had chosen to specialize in. Seeing as it was nearly impossible to kill with one of the certain weapon Harry had chosen to specialize in; especially werewolves and that was even with the wolfbane on the weapon in question.

Though that was one of the main reasons Harry had choice the weapon in question to begin with. Because it was easier to weaken not kill with them, though the second weapon in question could certainly kill if need be. Seeing as the first weapon Harry had chosen to use, and was currently training with, was senbon needles. While the second weapon he had taken up was his throwing daggers; which were sadly rather easy for Harry to kill with.

Harry weapons of choice had at first enraged his mother as they took long to master, and we rather difficult to make actual kill with. And she had attempted to forces Harry to switch out his weapons, until she found out how skilled Harry already was with them, how he was apparently a natural with them.

Not to mention she found out how easy they were for Harry to hide on his body. As well as how hard it was for people to actual see them when the senbon needles in question where actually flying towards someone. Then she could only joke that Harry was become her secret little assassin; killing from the shadows. Making Harry feel vaguely sick; and only got sick when his so-called mother ordered all his weapons laced with wolfbane.

This wasn't helped in the least bit by the fact that both Kate and Gerard took the idea of Harry being an assassin, the silent killer in the night, and ran with it. Increasing his training to make it so. Which included tying bells to varies parts of his body and punishing him when ever said bells made a sound, which continued until Harry literally could move so silently that even when he had numerous bells on him not a single sound was heard. He could move so quietly that Harry had actually managed to sneak up on several different were animals when he had been forced to hunt.

Something Harry was both proud and disgusted about. Proud because that was his skills that did that, his hard work and his training had all paid off. Disgusted on the other hand because what he was now forced to do with said skills. Not that that mattered here or now, as Kate didn't seem to want to use Harry's skills, or Harry at all as it looked like, in her hunt in Beacon Hills.

So that left Harry to what he was currently doing, picking up all the weapons he had just thrown, and going up to his room to shower wondering all the while. That is, if his so-called mother didn't want force him to help her in this hunt, then why had she made him come with her in the first place. In fact, him just being here made him wonder, just what her plan for him was now, as Harry knew Kate had a plan of some sort; she was too cunning not to.