Hello,

It's been 84 years! Sorry for the late posting…Like mentioned in the previous chapter, miss rw007 had a death in the family and it's been a bit time-consuming and only bNd will be posting and writing for the next couple of weeks, which is a challenge but postings might be a little late as for now, there is only one writer. Sara, aka rw007, will be back to writing soon but until then, bNd will continue to write. And miss bNd has been pretty busy too…she's moving…well sorta…it's a long story but yeah, miss bNd has been cleaning house etc…

And just a question, would anyone read a ncislosangelesxharrypotter story? bNd has this idea to write a female harry in the world of NCIS and she wants a callen/femHarry…would you read it?

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Chapter Four:

"I'm serious," Scott sighed. "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

It was the start of a new week, and Hermione had been informed about the events of the night Lydia was found as Anna had informed her but Hermione knew that there was more to the story that Anna was telling. Hermione knew that Anna was also keeping something else from her but couldn't figure out what and she didn't have time to as Anna spent most of her time with Lydia. Anna was getting to know the girl and Allison a little more and so since Anna was gone half the time, Hermione hanged out with Stiles, learning a bit more about him. She now considered him a friend and was more comfortable around both him and Scott. Hermione was also worried about Anna, considering much had happened and they hadn't had the chance to talk like they used to.

They were now walking to the locker rooms as both Scott and Stiles had lacrosse practice, and Hermione should be heading to class, but she wanted to know Scott's plan as full moon was here and Hermione was worried. This would be the first full moon that both she and Anna would experience since finding out that Scott was a werewolf.

"Oh," Stiles realised. "Does that include the urge to maim and kill people like Hermione and myself?" they entered the locker room and Hermione rolled her eyes when various boys wolf-whistled at the sight of her. Boys…At least they are dressed…

"I swear, I don't have the urge to maim and kill you both…" Scott replied. "And besides, Hermione here can blast me away with her wand, so I think that she'll be okay…"

"Oh geez, thanks…"Hermione scoffed.

"You know…" Stiles said, "you say that now, but when the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere and I'm sure that Hermione will be all badass with her thing and all that…and so, it's very stressful on me and so I'm still going to lock you up. And Hermione can add magic to tie to you up…or something…maybe there's a potion?"

"What am I going to do? I mean, if Scott was our kind of werewolf that we have back in England, then yes, I can whip up a potion but I am not sure about Scott's version of the creature…I only just found out that there are other species of werewolves out there and yes, I've read all the books about them but I didn't actually they exist!" Hermione muttered. "Oh, and please, keep your voices down about magic! We don't need random muggles knowing about us!"

"Like anybody can hear our conversation Hermione, we're practically whispering." Scott sighed. "But I do think that I'm in more control now. Especially things are good with Allison."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew about her cousin's relationship with Allison and although the two were denying the relationship, it was quite clear how the two felt about each other. Obviously Stiles felt the same and he and Hermione shared a look.

"Okay," Stiles sighed. "I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

"They're really good…" Scott sighed.

Hermione groaned. "Yes, thank you for that…we know…"

Scott smirked. "I mean like…really good."

"Okay! We get it!" Stiles exclaimed. "Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself."

"I concur." Hermione muttered sourly.

"Alright, fine…" Scott muttered. "Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded. "Much better." Hermione watched as Stiles opened his locker and then blinked as a long chain fell out of his locker, piling at their feet. The chains kept falling and Hermione kept opening and closing her mouth, noticing that the coach, whose name she remembered was Coach Finstock was called Coach, had walked up behind Stiles.

"Part of me wants to ask," Coach said, looking at the chains. "The other part says that knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm gonna walk away…and who the hell are you?"

Hermione blinked as she heard the coach address her. "Uh, Hermione Granger, Scott's cousin…I'm just here to see the lockers and where Scott plays lacrosse…because we don't have lacrosse in England…at least, I don't think we do…"

"Right…again, I'm just gonna walk away…" he walked away, shaking his head as he did.

"That's good," Stiles complimented. "That's a wise choice Coach." He bent down to pick up the chains and both Hermione and Scott followed his actions, helping Stiles. Scott then looked up strangely, and Hermione noticed his eyes flashed yellow.

"You okay?" Stiles inquired, noticing Scott. "Scott?"

"There's another…" Scott warned, speaking in a hushed tone.

"Another what?" Hermione asked.

"Another werewolf." He replied.

Oh great…

"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked her best friend Lydia as she, Lydia and Anna walked the steps to the entrance of the school.

Ever since the night that Lydia was found, Anna spent most of her time with the girl and had formed a bond with her, and was getting to know let only Lydia well, but Allison too. Anna felt a sense of care when it came to Lydia, as Lydia reminded her someone but she couldn't work out whom and so, stuck to the girl's side. Anna also felt guilty that she was spending her time with the girls and not Hermione, but in truth, she was avoiding not only Hermione, but Scott as well because of her time with Derek. Although she hadn't seen the Alpha since the night in the woods, she could still feel a presence watching her and she knew that he wasn't far. It was strange though, considering that she had only met the guy and didn't know him that well, but she knew that the only reason why she felt his presence was because he was curious about her and her status as a witch.

Yes, that's why…not because he's into you, but because he knows you're a witch and to him, you could be a threat…she muttered silently to herself. She fiddled with the strap of her bag, and then the bottom of her shirt before resting her hands by her side. She was wearing a pair of navy blue skinny jeans, a beige embroidered top and her brown cowboy boots, in which her wand was tucked safely inside. Her hair was down, in soft waves against her back and she had on her black wayfarer glasses that were sitting comfortably on her face. She had opted for glasses as her contacts were irritating but she had them in her bag just in case she needed them.

She heard Lydia reply to Allison's question as they walked up the steps. "They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying, 'we have no idea why you went running through the woods naked for two days…' But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds!"

They had walked to the door of the school and Anna chuckled at Lydia's response. "Are you sure that you're play to this? I mean, it's only been a few days since you were found."

Lydia shrugged. "Please, Anna, and as much as I have enjoyed our bonding and everything, I am ready…and besides, it's not like my aunt was a serial killer or anything."

Anna gasped as she turned to Allison, who looked shocked, but then just gave Anna a smile and shook her head. Anna was informed by Allison herself about the crazy aunt that had killed an entire family by burning down the house that the family lived in. Anna didn't know who the family was, but she felt sad that someone could be heartless enough to do that. Though, Anna assured Allison that although her aunt was crazy, there were people, well, supernatural creatures that were crueller that her aunt and that it was not Allison's fault that her aunt was a raving lunatic. Anna had seen worse, in fact she had lived worse but she didn't tell Allison that.

Lydia gave Allison and Anna tight smile, before opening the doors and walking inside the school. Allison and Anna followed her, and Anna winced as students who were walking past stopped and stared at the trio, but more mainly Lydia. Allison walked up to Lydia's right while Anna stood to Lydia's left. The students were curious about Lydia and also about Allison and Anna but more so Lydia. She heard Allison whisper to Lydia that maybe it was the weight loss that everyone was staring at and she sniggered quietly before shaking her head as Lydia flipped her hair and walked off. She shared a smile with Allison and they followed after her, giggling quietly between themselves.

"Okay, so, it was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was," Scott said as he approached the bench along with Stiles and Hermione. Hermione knew that she was missing classes and it pained her to miss classes, but the matter of another werewolf was more important at the time and so, she stayed, deciding that she would watch the lacrosse practice and help the boys figure out who the new werewolf was.

"Any idea who it was?" Hermione asked.

Scott shook his head. "No…no clue at all."

"What if you can get him, one-on-one?" Stiles inquired. "Would that help?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay," Stiles sighed, hitting him in the stomach before running off to Coach Finstock. Scott and Hermione shared a curious look with each other before Stiles came running back, holding a lacrosse stick, but it was bigger. Hermione didn't know what it was, only that it was bigger than a normal lacrosse stick.

"I told Coach that you're switch with Danny for the day." Stiles informed them.

"But I hate playing goal." Scott pointed out.

"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asked. Scott nodded. "This is the idea."

"Oh…"

"There we go…" Stiles smiled. Hermione giggled.

"What's the idea?" Scott inquired. Hermione groaned as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Stiles gave him a look. "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

"I sometimes wonder myself…" Hermione muttered as the coach then blew the whistle and had called everyone to line up and start shooting goals. Hermione then watched as the players began to run towards the goal post, but then flinched as she saw her cousin abandon the goal post, slamming into each of the players and sniffing them out. Hermione growled and she saw Stiles slap a hand to his forehead from his position on the line. Honestly, could he be any more obvious?

She saw Coach grab Stiles's face-mask. "Stilinski! What the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh…he's failing two classes, his cousin is here and so he's helping her out…he's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline's kind of uneven." Stiles supplied.

Coach shrugged. "Hm, that's interesting…" Hermione laughed. This is ridiculous! If only I could use my wand but there are too many muggles about and I don't think it would be a good idea…

Hermione's wand was tucked safely inside her denim jacket pocket. She was wearing a long black skirt, a white tank top and brown sandals and her brown book bag was by her side. She then kept watching the field as Scott another over another boy and the Coach yelled at him, and Scott sighed. Hermione then frowned as she noticed the boy that was before Stiles, growl at Scott and Hermione noticed that he was buff, but skinny and she gasped as both Scott and the boy clashed together on the field doing a flip in the air and then both landing on all fours. Hermione then knew that this boy was the new werewolf but before she was about to run to Scott, the arrival of three police officers stopped her in her tracks. She saw the police arrive and then speak to Coach, and so she joined Stiles who was with Scott. They all watched as the police lured the boy away and started talking to him. She also noticed that the boy had taken of his mask and so Hermione could see him clearer. He had sandy brown hair and clear blue eyes. She also found out his name and that he was called Isaac.

"His father's dead. They think that he was murdered." Scott suddenly informed them.

"Are they saying that he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure…why?" Scott looked at Stiles curiously.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours." Stiles replied.

Hermione frowned. "Like overnight? Oh Merlin…"

"Yep…and it's full moon…" Stiles pointed out.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked.

"People, good…werewolves?" Stiles sighed. "Probably not that good."

"Stiles, Hermione…remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" They turned to him, nodding. "He does…"

"Oh bugger…"

"Why would this alpha, Derek, choose Isaac? Whoever Isaac is…" Anna whispered to Stiles. It was chemistry, and Anna was sitting next to Stiles, whereas Hermione and Scott were behind them, listening in. Anna had been informed of the new werewolf and that Derek had been the one who turned him. Anna still hadn't told the group about her little trip with Derek in his car and she knew that she had to tell them, but how does one go about telling friends that she hitched a ride home with a man who is a werewolf? And on top of that, he may or may not know about her being a witch?

"Peter, that's Derek's uncle…he's dead, kind of a long story but anyway, he told me once that if the bte doesn't turn you, it could kill you." Stiles told her. "And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?" Scott whispered from behind them.

"Not unless they have solid evidence…or a witness." He told them. He then frowned, before turning around and facing a young man, who Anna came to know as Danny and he was a table behind Hermione and Scott. "Danny…Danny! Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to your dad." Danny replied.

Stiles shook his head. "Wait, why?"

Danny shrugged. "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac…"

Stiles turned back to face the front and turned to Anna.

"Well, there's our witness…" Hermione muttered.

"We gotta get to the principal's office…" Stiles informed them.

Anna nodded. "Yes…but how?"

Stiles frowned for a moment for suddenly ripping up a page out of his notebook and throwing it at Mr Harris as he told everyone to turn to page seventy-three in their textbooks. Anna gasped as the ball of paper hit Mr Harris's back and the teacher turned around staring directly at them, as light laughter filled the room.

"Who in the hell did that?" he demanded to know. Anna saw from the corner of her eye that Stiles had pointed a finger at her, and she growled, before pointing her finger at him.

"Scott too…." Stiles mumbled and she groaned along with Scott, who just placed his head in his hands. Hermione sighed, and Anna could tell that she was annoyed at her cousin's best friend's behaviour.

Mr Harris just glared at them as he ordered them to the principal's office, and so Anna, along with Stiles and Scott, grabbed her things, heading out of the door and started to walk to the office. Once they were all in the hallway and out of the classroom's sight, Anna hit Stiles in the back of the head.

"Ow, geez, what was that for?" He yelped.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

"I thought you'd want to be a part of the interrogation…well, rescue of Isaac…no wai-"

"I get it Stiles, but there were other ways instead of throwing paper bowls at the grumpy teacher and then blaming it on me and then pointing out that Scott was behind it." She muttered as they walked.

"And me…" Scott added. "You could have given us a warning or something…"

"It was a spur of the moment thing…" Stiles protested. "And besides, it's done now…"

They reached the outside of the office and Anna could hear voices inside the office. She sat down, with Scott sitting on her right and Stiles on her left, next to the door.

"Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" she overheard a male voice. It sounded familiar and Anna recognised as the Sheriff. Anna also gasped at the mention of Isaac and his dad. She knew what it felt like to be abused and if that was happening to Isaac, she could relate. She felt Stiles lean his ear up against the wall and so did Scott.

"Hitting on him? He was kicking the crap out of him." She heard another male voice and she didn't know who it was but had heard his voice before. She then realised that it could only be Jackson, the witness.

"Did you ever say anything to anyone?" the Sheriff asked. "A teacher, parent…anyone?"

"Nope…it's not my problem…" Jackson said simply and she scoffed, thinking that he was truly an arse.

"No, no…of course not…You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the one who least deserve it." She heard the sheriff murmur and she nodded, agreeing with him. She may not have been physically abused by the Dursleys, but she was abused mentally and as for Voldemort, well, he was a whole another story. She didn't deserve her life, but she lived it anyway, and for that she was stronger. She couldn't help but to sympathise with Isaac, knowing that he lived a similar lifestyle, not as drastic as hers, but he too lived a life where someone made him feel inferior.

"You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Isaac did kill his father…from the sound of it, he took quite a beating over the years with his father." Anna murmured.

"But is that really the solution? I mean, killing someone because you can't take it anymore?" Stiles asked.

"In some cases…I was haunted by a man who tried to kill me very year I was at school…" she whispered, and she saw that both Scott and Stiles were paying attention to her. "I was hunted by a cruel wizard who wanted to rule the Wizarding world and he believe that magic belonged to those that were of pure blood, meaning those who were born in magical families that go back for generations and the muggle-borns, like Hermione, were to be punished and killed, because he believed they stole their magic. Sometimes killing someone is necessary…"

"Hermione's scar on her wrist…where did she get that from? Was it from him?" Scott muttered, and Anna turned to him.

"How did-"

"I saw it, when she first came here…and she hid but I saw it…did she get because she-" Scott whispered.

Anna nodded. "Yes, but not from him…a woman, named Bellatrix, was the one that gave her that scar. She cut it into Hermione's skin…and did so much more than that but you get the idea."

"Why did she or you tell us?" Scott asked.

"Because, firstly, it's not my story to tell and secondly, it's only been like a few months since the battle, so everything is still fresh, hence the nightmares…" Scott looked at her. "Don't give me that look…I know you hear us at night…but we are here to rescue Isaac, not talk about the past."

"You will tell us one day, right?" Scott questioned.

"I will…when we're ready…" She promised. She then heard footsteps and saw the sheriff had walked out of the office with another police officer in tow. She then gave Stiles an amused look as he scuttled around in his seat, picking a magazine that was in his bag and trying to cover his face. The Sheriff looked at them and she gave him a sheepish smile and then sniggered as she saw Stiles still trying to cover up.

He sighed. "Hi Scott…Anna…"

They both mumbled hellos back to him while turning to each other and giggling at Stiles. She then felt a hand pressed on her shoulder and she saw that Scott was looking at her, giving her a small smile. She could tell that he was trying to see if she was okay and so she nodded, touching his hand with hers and then she sighed, hearing another set of footsteps and they turned to their left to see a older gentleman with white hair. She stared at him, immediately putting her guard up; as she sensed that something was off about this man. And then she frowned, because she remembered that this was not the principal that greeted her when she first arrived to the school. This man was new.

"Boys…girl…" he greeted, his voice low. "Come on in…"

They got from their seats and followed him into his office. Inside his office, was a desk, three chairs and a book cabinet along with filing cabinets and a black chair behind the desk. He walked over to his desk, sitting down and motioned to them to sit on the three chairs in front of the desk. Anna sat in the middle, with Scott on her left and Stiles on her right. She looked at his desk and so that there were three folders on it.

The man picked up a folder and turned to Anna. "Miss Potter, only been here for a week and already getting in trouble. Already off to a bad start aren't we?"

Anna looked down at her hands as she saw the man pick another folder. "Scott McCall, academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete."

He put the folder down and then picked up the one underneath it. "Mr Stilinski…Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars…Maybe you should try lacrosse…"

"Actually I'm already on-"

He held up a hand. "Hold on, McCall…You're the Scott that was dating my grand-daughter."

Anna froze, immediately getting who this man was. This was Allison's grandfather, and he could be a hunter, like his grand-daughter. She turned to Scott who had come to the same conclusion and he tried to assure the older gentleman that he was dating Allison, but not anymore. Anna knew this was a total lie of course, and that they were just dating in secret, but ever since being told by Stiles that Allison was a hunter, she couldn't help but be worried for the teen.

"Relax Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." The man said.

Scott sighed. "Just a hard break-up…"

"Oh that's too bad…" The man murmured. "You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, yes, I am the principal but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

Really? Anna thought to herself as Stiles scoffed. "Is that so?"

The man glared at him. "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately, someone is going to have to stay behind and take the fall for detention."

The man glared at her, and she felt both Scott and Stiles stare at her. She sighed, knowing that she was the one. The man gave her a smile.

"And to keep you company Miss Potter, Mr Stilinski will join you."

Stiles began to protest, but Anna grabbed his arm, squeezing tightly. "You got me into this, you'll be joining me, so shut up!"

The man smirked. "Enjoy detention…You may go."

The three got up from their seats and left the office. As Anna walked, she slapped both Stiles and Scott in the back of the head.

"God I hate you both…"

Hermione closed her locker, picking up her bag and throwing the strap over her shoulder. Chemistry class had finished and she wanted to find Anna, and see if she and the boys found out anything. She walked the direction of the principal's office when suddenly, she saw her cousin running towards the front entrance of the school. She followed him, running outside and she saw a police car drive off with Isaac in the back seat.

"They're taking him into custody, aren't they?" she asked as she reached Scott.

He turned to his side. "Yeah…"

"Did you find anything out?"

He nodded. "Yeah…apparently he was getting abused by his dad, a lot, so that's motive I guess…and Hermione, Anna, she's-"

Hermione nodded. "In detention, along with Stiles…I figured…she and Ron, our other best friend, they always used to do things that got them in trouble and were always ending up with detention one way or another…Anna should be used to it by now."

"That among other things, like our new principal but no, it's not that…" he hesitated. "She kinda told me what happened with your scar…not the full story, but she said that you were tortured…and that your scar on your wrist was cut into you by a woman."

Hermione froze. "She told you that?"

"Not in so many words, but we kinda got the gist of it…"

"How did you-"

"Around the time you got here…your sleeve slipped down and I saw the 'mudblood'-"

"Don't say that word..." she snapped.

"Sorry…but I wanna know why you didn't tell us…Mum and me…" Scott questioned.

"Because it's in the past and we have more pressing matters to worry about." Hermione spoke, shaking her head to try to stop her tears.

Scott was about to say something, when suddenly, a black Camaro speedily drove in front of the school entrance and Hermione saw the window of the passenger side roll down and she saw a man, a very handsome man, yell to Scott to get into the car.

"Are you serious?" Scott scoffed. "You did that!" Scott pointed to the police car that had left. "That's your fault."

"Who is this bloke?" Hermione asked.

"This is Derek, the alpha." Scott informed her.

"Oh really…You're a bloody idiot you know that?" she snarled at the man called Derek. She took closer look at him, taking in his handsome features and stubble. His eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses and she rolled her eyes. He might be handsome, but he still annoyed her and she had only just met him.

Derek gave them an irritated look. "Who the hell are you? And don't you think I know that? Now, Scott, get in the car and help me."

"No, I got a better idea." Scott shook his head. "I'm gonna call a lawyer, because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up and if that doesn't work, I'm sure Hermione here has a plan, so…"

"Yes, so drive on…" she snapped.

Derek sighed. "That plan won't work, not when they do a real search of the house. And you, British girl, should stay out of business that don't matter to you."

"And you should know when not to tell people what to do…trust me, my bite is worse than my bark." Hermione snapped and she saw Scott scoff at her statement.

Derek looked at them both through his sunglasses. "Are you like that other British girl…Anna?"

Hermione frowned. "Wait, how-"

"Let's just say I had the pleasure to meet her the other night and yes, I know what she is, thanks to advanced hearing. Now, if you're anything like her, then by all means, get it in. If not, go because this doesn't concern you." Derek remarked.

Scott sighed. "We don't have time for this or to find out why Anna was with you…what did you mean earlier with you said about the cops searching Isaac's house?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse," Derek told them. "A lot worse."

Scott and Hermione looked at each other and the passenger door opened. Hermione got in first, getting into the back seat and Scott sat in the front. Derek pulled away from the curb, before eyeing Hermione in the rear-view mirror.

"So, I know that other girl's name is Anna…what's yours?" he asked.

"Hermione, oh and if you ever get the idea to call me Mia, like my idiotic cousin, I will not hesitate to harm you. Got it?"

Derek smiled. "The British Girl got balls, just like other one…interesting…"

"Oh shut up…"

Oh, Derek and Hermione meet...enemies at first sight...wonder what will happen when Hermione confronts Anna about Derek and what she'll say when she realises Anna got the hots for him...it's just a crush...this story will be slow-burn... but until next time dearies!