Harry shifted back to his human form as quickly as he could, pulling out his wand once he was back to two legs. He heard more than saw Lydia and Stiles move behind the werewolves and Allison reload her crossbow. Derek was still at his side, but still in his alpha form, which Harry could probably look him in the eyes now.

"So, you're the one who attacked me. Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry remarked casually. A spell was already in his mind, ready to be cast.

"I want to thank you for killing Deucalion and Kali for me," Jennifer said toward the werewolves, menace in her voice.

"Your welcome," Stiles deadpanned.

"Though not really," he muttered. Harry snorted at that, hearing Derek huff in amusement.

"Now, what are you?" Jennifer asked. "You can shift into a dragon and a domestic dog and I can sense magic within you. Which, by the way, Stiles, nice going." She looked straight at the fledgling wizard.

Derek immediately started growling and Harry flashed purple eyes at her, hearing the rest of the pack start to growl too. Derek even moved to block her view.

"I'm hardly going to tell you what I am now," Harry retorted.

Harry cast a silent patronus and Prongs leapt from his wand and charged toward Jennifer. He had had a hunch that Jennifer would count as a dark creature, since the meaning of a Darach was a "druid gone down the wrong path." Harry watched as her eyes widened as the buck bounded and lowered its' head to spear her, but she quickly ran out of its' way. The buck came back toward Harry and went for another go.

Derek howled then started to charge toward her and so did the rest of the pack. Harry saw Jennifer's glow then it was if she had cast a blasting spell at the pack. The wolves all flew backward, leaving Harry free to cast a curse or two in her direction. They both hit her, causing her to grow green in the face and sprout injuries on her stomach and legs. Harry could see blood start to run in many places. Harry could see the injuries try to close up but were failing.

"What's happening? My wounds usually heal!" She shouted.

"That would be because they are wounds inflicted by curses," Harry replied, turning around to look at Stiles, Lydia and Allison.

"I will not be teaching you those for a long time," Harry commented. "Especially not the one Snape created. That one's nasty."

"That's cool with me," Stiles shakily replied. "But you'll teach me how to cast a patronus, right?"

"Yep," Harry acknowledged. "And many other things."

"Curses? You're a wizard!" Jennifer yelled at him, hurriedly trying to hold back her blood from gushing out.

"Yep, you would be right," Harry cheerfully replied as Derek and the rest of the pack charged again, this time succeeding., with Jennifer distracted.

Harry heard Jennifer's heartbeat finally stop after beating slowly. He saw the pack walk back and shift back to their human forms and Derek shift back into his beta form then finally back to human.

"Let's go find our parents!"

Harry followed Stiles, Scott and Allison down into the rotting cellar that the Nemeton was growing from. The cellar hadn't been big enough for the entire pack to go down into it. He saw exclamations of joy from Stiles and different sighs of relief from the parents. The sheriff, Melissa McCall and Chris Argent were all restrained against posts near the ritual tree. Harry didn't even need to use a spell to untie the ropes before Scott could get a claw through the ropes.

"Are any of you injured?" he called out. Though he didn't smell any blood but better to be safe than have someone pass out from blood loss or have a broken bone.

He heard a chorus of "No's" from the parents then walked out of the cellar and stared up at the night sky. Seeing Stiles launching himself into his father's arms, Scott hugging his mother and Allison scolding her father all made him wish he still had family. He missed Sirius, Remus, Dobby and all the other people that had died during the war. He nodded to Erica, Boyd and Isaac and walked over through the woods to the cliff that overlooked Beacon Hills and sat down.

It didn't help that the date that his parents had been killed was just last week. The full moon tonight was as pretty as ever and he could see all the stars in the sky, despite the many lights coming from the city.

A couple minutes later, he was startled when Derek came and sat on one side next to him and Stiles sat on the other side of Derek. He glanced at Derek, who smiled softly at him then at Stiles, who grinned.

"Thanks for helping us find our parents," Stiles commented.

"Your welcome," Harry murmured. "It's not like I wouldn't not have helped."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him then Harry could see his eyes widen. "Oh shit! It was Halloween last week, wasn't it?"

"Halloween? Why would Halloween be important?" Derek asked.

"That... it was when my parents were killed. 22 years ago on October 31st, 1981," Harry said quietly.

"Oh..." Derek replied.

"I know it's not as bad as you, Derek, but still," Harry whispered, turning his head away from the two of them. "I still miss them."

Harry saw Stiles get up and walk around to sit on the unoccupied spot on the other side of him. He startled, mind on other things, when he felt a hand flatten itself against his cheek. He glanced at Stiles, with a wondering look.

"You know, it wasn't your fault," Stiles remarked. "Like it wasn't Derek's fault that Kate Argent burned down his home and killed 63% of his family." Harry saw Stiles glance at Derek pointedly. Then Stiles' hand moved to the back of Harry's neck and pulled him tentatively toward Stiles. Harry had time to lift an eyebrow at Derek, who nodded and grinned at him then he felt lips touch his.

Harry groaned and returned the kiss whole-heartedly, though a little hesitant at his welcome. But then Stiles groans and Harry deepens the kiss, feeling warmth flow through his body. And when they pull apart, out of breath, Harry heard Stiles gasp; Leaves, dirt and rocks had started to float around them. Harry chuckled, feeling the others' accidental magic, combined with emotional magic, flow around the three of them. Then Derek pulled Harry into another kiss and this time Harry moans.

Harry pulled back first and smiles at Derek and Stiles who grinned back at him. "So we're a trio, then?" Stiles asked.

"I would think so, if that's any indication," Harry snickered, pointing at the floating leaves.

"Alright, then," Stiles said, starting to laugh.

Harry rolled his eyes at him but smiled and saw Derek do the same.