Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

Full story at:

patreon.com/FanFictionPremium

***

The morning for Stiles started as early as six in the morning. He'd only managed to doze off for about twenty minutes all night. And now, looking out the window at the new day beginning, Stiles could feel a faint pain throbbing in his head and his eyes trying to close. He had tried to sleep, tossing and turning all night, trying every possible position, counting hippogriffs, but it had had absolutely no effect. Judging by the sniffling coming from the far corner, the mysterious Will was really asleep. Tim, whimpering, was squirming, probably having a bad dream. Cuddling the crypter close to him, Stiles closed his eyes.

The peace of the two patients was only broken at eight in the morning when Madam Pomfrey entered the Hospital Wing. She went first, naturally, to Will, who was either really fast asleep or pretending to be again. However, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw the intruder of his dreams in front of him, he immediately groaned, wrinkling his nose. Shaking her head, Madam Pomfrey only said that the boy would have to stay in this room for a few more days at least.

- So, now you. - Turning to Stiles, Madam Pomfrey groaned. - What's wrong with you? - Putting a cool palm to the boy's forehead, the woman shifted her eyebrows.

- What's wrong? - Stiles asked in surprise. The sleepless night was taking its toll, though - his ears were buzzing, his eyes were closing, and the pain in his head was growing worse and worse.

- You look pale, as if you had just seen an infernal. - Madam Pomfrey shook her head. - Stiles, are you in any pain? If so, I'll have to keep you for at least another day.

Glancing at the newly turned away Will, Stiles frowned. If he left now, he wouldn't be able to talk to the boy. And right now, Will might as well make contact. But he didn't want to just lie around killing time, either. Weighing the pros and cons, Stiles nodded to himself.

- Yeah, it hurts. It's a little achy in my chest, and my head. - The boy wrinkled his nose, putting a hand to his chest to prove his point. Sighing, the woman shook her head again.

- Now I'll get you a pill, and you try to sleep, okay? - After waiting for a faint nod, the woman walked out.

After waiting for Madam Pomfrey to leave after making sure her patient had taken his medicine, Stiles promptly sat up on the bed, ignoring Tim's indignant murmur.

- Hey, Will, you're awake, aren't you? - The outline of the brunet's back had become almost familiar. - Don't ignore me, mate, I don't want anything bad to happen. Talk to me, or you won't find a single interesting person to talk to in this shithole.

- You think I'm a good conversationalist? - The boy grinned a little too bitterly. Stiles frowned, but he shook his head, even though he knew the brunet couldn't see that.

- That's what I'm trying to find out. - Stilinski answered as cheerfully as he could. But the answer was only an unhappy snort. - Hey, man, what's the matter with you?

- Tell me, Stiles, who are you? Suddenly, too sudden.

- What? Stilinski's eyebrows went up.

- Status. What's your status? - even more unexpected.

- Blood status? Well, let's say I'm pureblood, so what? - Stiles said, a little irritated.

- That's exactly why I'm not the right person for you to talk to, believe me. - It was said with such bile that Stiles wondered what was wrong with the boy.

All of Stiles's further attempts to get Will to talk were in vain, and eventually Stilinski just stopped trying. But then, inexplicably, the boy had an idea that surprised and pleased him at once. Taking out from under his pillow a book he had already read several times, Stiles opened it on the very first page, the corners of which were slightly creased.

Already on the second page two facts struck Stiles. Firstly, Stilinski, unwittingly, began to imitate Lydia's intonations, which had apparently been stored in his head almost subcortically. Secondly, Will turned around as soon as he heard the tale, looking at Stiles almost fearfully at first, and then more and more interested. Trying not to show his joy at this tiny mini-victory, Stiles continued reading. About the tenth page, he suddenly heard a convulsive sigh. Glancing at Will in surprise, Stiles raised his eyebrows.

- My mum always read that story to me. - Will explained, probably more on automatic than anything else.

- Shall I continue? - Stiles asked cautiously, a little surprised. After waiting for a short nod, the boy took a deep breath and began to read on.

Will sighed every now and then throughout the story, either convulsively, or irritated, or relieved. When the book was finally finished, Stiles closed it carefully, quietly, so as not to make much noise, and held it close. Will was silent too, his sniffles echoing off the walls, punctuated by occasional sighs.

- Will, are you all right? - Stiles asked gently and quietly, rising up on one elbow.

- Yeah, I'm fine. - The brunet shook his head. - The thing is, my mum used to read this book to me all the time. It's one of my favourites. And my father loves it too. The whole family always read it at Christmas. - The boy sighed convulsively and continued. - Where did you get it from? You're a thoroughbred, aren't you? - At the last word, the brunet's voice trembled, as if he wanted to say the word as a swear word, but for some reason he did not.

- A friend brought it to me. Her name is Lydia, and she's a pureblood too, but she loves Muggles and everything to do with them because-' Stiles managed to bite his tongue in time. - Well, well, she just does. And this is her favourite book.

- Why do you have it, then? - Will asked. Damn, what a good question, huh?

- No reason. - Stiles waved his hand, blushing slightly.

- What's she like, your mate? - Will asked for some reason.

- Well, um, she's...' Stiles hesitated. What's the matter with her? - She's smart, maybe too smart. Attentive, kind, though she hides it, resilient, strong. - A slight smile played on the boy's lips, and Will grinned and drew his attention back to him.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. - the brunet chuckled.

- No, it's nothing. - Stiles shook his head again. - What's she like, your mum? - Will didn't take the question quite as well as he would have liked. At first the boy frowned, staring at Stiles, but then, after a moment's thought, he smiled slightly at the corners of his lips and looked him straight in the eye again.

- The best. - Smiling, Stiles nodded, signalling that he was ready to listen. - Always helping, ready to protect, hugging me goodbye, sending letters, worrying, reading stories. Love. - The smile fell from Will's lips for some reason. - And she's also a Muggle. So now go ahead and laugh at me. Go ahead. - Stiles raised his eyebrows in amazement and shook his head.

- Why? - He asked in amazement. Will looked at the boy in surprise and frowned.

- Because everyone does it. - Will jerked his shoulder.

- It's stupid. - Stiles grumbled, catching Will's even more surprised look. And then he suddenly realised a situation that seemed so silly that Stiles would have laughed if it hadn't been so serious. - What department are you from? - The question was quiet, careful, but Will could make it out. The anger in the boy's eyes only confirmed his guess.

- Slytherin. - Will almost spat the word out, wrinkling his nose.

- So that's what this is about. - Stiles whispered. - What year are you from? Second, I guess, right? - Stilinski smiled sadly as he nodded affirmatively.

- Look, you know, I'm glad you talked and everything, but I want to rest. - Will said quietly, and turned away from Stiles, who wasn't even trying to stop him now.

***

- Well, how are you? - Lydia sat on the edge of Stiles's bed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

- I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep, and Madam Pomfrey kept me for another day because of it. - Stiles waved his hand. - You'd better tell me how you're doing here, because we're supposed to be in the middle of the Enchantments.

- Oh, Stiles, calm down. - Martin grimaced. - Flitwick let me go without question. You do look pale, though, don't you?

- Come on, Merlin, with the sleep deprivation. Are you staying long?

- Well, I reckon I can stay for half an hour. - Martin smiled with the corners of her lips.

- I have a small favour to ask of you. - Stiles waved his eyelashes, looking innocently at Lydia. She rolled her eyes and looked her friend straight in the eye, signalling that she was ready to listen. Waving a finger at Martin, Stiles whispered directly into her ear. - There's a boy lying in the corner of the room. His name is Will. Madam Pomfrey brought him in yesterday, and he was suffering, whimpering, moaning, and then, as soon as she came out - pop, he was fine. I tried to have a chat with him yesterday and he wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't talk, he'd turn away, he'd sniffle. I got him talking today, but with difficulty. And he's a Slytherin. And the whole point is, he's a Muggleborn.

- And you want me to find out more about him? - Martin guessed. Stiles nodded gratefully at her friend. - How did you manage to get him to talk, if, as you say, he is so silent?

- I was reading The Little Mermaid to him. - Stiles answered before he could think. Stilinski glanced at his friend, who was smiling broadly, and reluctantly pulled the book he already loved from under his pillow and handed it to Lydia.

- Did you like it? - Martin asked a little surprised, taking back her book.

- Yeah. - Stiles nodded a little disappointed. - Well, it doesn't matter. It's yours. It's all the more important to you. - Stiles smiled warmly at his friend, looking her straight in the eye.

- I promise I'll get you one just like it for your birthday. - Martin chuckled, hiding the book in her bag.

- You don't know when my birthday is. - said Stiles, wrinkling his nose.

- That's what you think. - Martin laughed, ruffling her friend's hair.

- Well, well, well, we'll see. - smiling, Stilinski stretched out.

Behind this slight altercation none of the guys noticed Will looking at them. Smiling, the boy watched first the laughing and occasionally snorting Lydia, and then the puffing and smiling Stiles. The boy really did look happy at this point. Apparently he has a really good relationship with this Lydia. Thinking about it, Will stopped smiling, turning away to the wall, hiding a sad look.

***

- What's he going to do now? - Scott wondered over lunch.

- Merlin's beard, McCall, probably to help. - Lydia hissed, rolling her eyes.

- But with what? It's not like he can redistribute it. What can we do? - Malia chimed in.

- I don't think Stiles knows that yet. We need information to figure out a plan of action. - Arjent stretched out at the same time and immediately caught Lydia's grateful look.

- Ellie is right, we need information first, so you will cover me. - Martin said in a casual tone, looking innocently at Matt's rounded eyes.

- I'm sorry, how? - Isaac raised his eyebrows.

- We have Transfiguration next, genius. - Martin rolled her eyes once again.

- No problem, Leeds. - Argent nodded, apparently understanding her friend half a word. The others, however, didn't seem to realise the genius of Martin's plan.

- I'll go to the library now, and maybe even wander into the forbidden section if I have to. That's where the lists of all the students and basic information about them are kept. That's where I'm gonna try to help Stiles. The only problem is that I don't know this Will's last name. - Martin sighed, looking as if she were talking to small children, trying to explain what was right and wrong.

- Go up to Snape and ask. - Scott shrugged, but caught Martin's glare and quickly shut up.

- Maybe I should go straight to Dumbledore, eh? - Lydia hissed at him, narrowing her eyes.

- Why not? - Allison exclaimed, raising the index finger of her right hand.

- Ell, are you out of your mind? - Lydia's eyes widened in amazement. - What do you think this is? I have to have a reason for asking this, you know?

- You'll have one. - Argent squinted her eyes at her. Martin leaned closer to her friend so that no one else could hear her brilliant plan.

***

Trying to walk silently, Martin searched the shelves for the book she needed. It had taken her at least twenty minutes to find the book she needed, but it wasn't there. Sighing, Martin walked to the passage to the forbidden section. Glancing over her shoulder, Lydia yanked the door open, expecting it to be, at least for logical reasons, naturally closed. But the door, creaking softly, yielded.

- And why is this section forbidden? - Martin whispered under her breath as she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her.

The forbidden section met the girl ominously with huge bookcases and dusty curtained windows. Wrinkling her nose squeamishly, Martin moved forward, pulling the curtains off one of the windows.

- Excuro. - Martin whispered, trying to suppress a cough. The dust that had been swirling around the Gryffindor had cleared and she could breathe much easier.

After looking at the first three cupboards, Martin moved forward, occasionally glancing back at the door. When she reached about the sixth row of cabinets, Martin turned her attention to the scrolls lying one on top of the other. With a sigh of relief, Martin began rummaging through the second - each shelf corresponding to a course - shelf. When she reached Slytherin and tossed Cora Hale's scroll to the furthest corner, she began to search further. A few moments later, Martin was holding a scroll with an inscription saying that the information in it was dedicated to a certain William Wright. Cutting the ribbon with a spell of scissors, the girl ran her eyes over the lines.

- North London, tenth of June, little sister...' The non-stop flow of words stopped abruptly, and the girl's eyes widened in a way that Natalie would have scolded her daughter for being too emotional. After rereading the last paragraph a few more times, Martin looked back at the exit from the section with horror. Hastily gluing the scroll together and throwing it away, the girl quickly picked up her bag and ran out of the section, forgetting that she was supposed to remain unnoticed by everyone.

***

- Hey, man, come on, man. - Stiles groaned, hanging his head off the bed.

- What do you want this time? - Will asked with a sigh, who, frankly, was surprised by the attention.

- Yay! You have answered! - Stilinski exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing his head. - Oh, something in my eyes has gone black. - Stilinski said in a weak voice.

Will grinned softly and turned away to prevent the Gryffindor from seeing his own smile.

- Look, tell me something. - Stiles asked, leaning back against the headboard and shaking his head occasionally to be sure.

- In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a very good conversationalist. - Will grinned bitterly.

- Oh, come on, if you'll forget about your obscure prejudices, you'll be fine! - Stiles waved him off.

- Merlin, Stiles, what do you want from me? - Will rolled his eyes.

- Tell me something. - Stilinski begged.

- What can I tell you? How I live? About my family? About my friends? You wouldn't be interested anyway. - Will sighed, sitting down on the bed in a Turkish style.

- Yes, I would! - Stiles objected, waving his hands in the air. - Tell me about your home, where you live, who you live with, how, where you went to school before Hogwarts... - the boy began to enumerate.

- I got it! - Will exclaimed, putting his hands out in front of his face and trying to hold back a smile. - Just remember, you asked for it. Well, well... I live in North London, with my mum, dad, little sister and Jim. Jim is a golden retriever. - Will chuckled, looking at the frowning Stiles. - My parents' names are Clarissa and Frank. My sister's name is Enwen. She's only six now, and she's also something I'm willing to give my own life for. - I just can't tell if she has magical powers or not yet. She hasn't manifested, you know, like she usually does, but she's just a little girl. - It was said with such hope in his voice that Stiles unconsciously smiled. - Dad works in science and mum has her own art studio. Ani seems to be closer to her mum's field.

- She's painting already? - Stiles wondered.

- Yes, she is! - Will nodded, smiling at the corners of his lips, 'Mum sent her artwork to a competition, and it won first place. But I'm still hoping that she'll turn out to be talented in magic, too. - Will wouldn't let it go.

- It's very rare for two wizards to be born into the same Muggle-born family. - Stiles said before he thought the phrase through. Biting his tongue, Stilinski glanced warily at his companion, but he didn't look upset or angry.

- There's a first time for everything. - The Slytherin shrugged. - Maybe we'll have an exception to the rule.

- Yeah, maybe. - Stiles nodded in agreement. - So, what do you do for a living?

- Me? Nothing. I like transfiguration. - Will chuckled. - And for the last two years I've done nothing but try to hide from my favourite classmates, who are always trying to insult me or publicly humiliate me. - Will stretched bitterly, and Stiles's cheerful, upbeat attitude immediately vanished.

- Why did this happen, Will? I mean, you're so cool, how could you be assigned to Slytherin, there's no place for them there! - Stilinski shook his head.

- How nice you are to my faculty, though. - The brunet grinned, curving his lips into a wry smirk. - Stiles, believe me, if I had the answer to that question, it would certainly make my life easier.

- But why didn't you ask for another? The hat always takes the student's wishes into account, I can tell you that much. - Stiles frowned.

- Did you ask to be assigned to Gryffindor? - Will lifted the corners of his lips again, waiting for his companion's negative shake of his head. - Well, see, you didn't do it yourself. You were just a little luckier than I was.

- Maybe she saw potential in you. You're bloody rock solid! And stubborn, too. I think she just matched your personality with the essence of the department. Perhaps you will be a great success? Merlin wasn't happy about being in Slytherin at first either, but what they say about him now!

- Stilinski, are you really sticking up for Slytherin? - Will marvelled at him with an undisguised pretence of amazement. - And by the way, I'm not so impenetrable, since you know more about me now than probably all the students at Hogwarts put together.

- It's just that I've been aided by my superb natural charisma. - Stiles sighed, flapping his eyes innocently.

- Yeah, well, you've got a lot of charisma,' Will laughed. - Will laughed.

- Stiles. - came from the doorway. The boys turned round and saw Lydia breathing heavily, almost jumping on the spot. The girl's voice was literally soaked with tension.

- Lydia? - Stiles asked worriedly, getting out of bed in a flash. - Is something wrong? It's Transfiguration now.

- Stiles. - Martin repeated, looking her friend straight in the eye. - I need to talk to you, okay? - Arching an eyebrow, Lydia waited for the boy's reaction.

The hint must have been taken instantly, for Stiles, quickly pulling his trainers on his feet, almost flew over to her, getting as close as he could.

- Can you come out of the wing? - Martin asked quietly, leaning in close to her friend's ear and trying to ignore Will's stunned look as he sat on the bed.

- Well, actually, no, but I don't care, let's go. - Grabbing her friend's hand, Stiles walked out the door, immediately leaning against the nearest pillar. - Did something happen? Or did you find out something?

- Yes, I did. - Martin nodded. - Remember when you said you didn't understand how he got assigned to Slytherin?

- Yeah, we literally talked to him for five minutes about it. - Stiles nodded, frowning more and more with each passing second.

- I think I know the reason why. - Martin sighed, leaning against a nearby column.

- And what is it?

- Stiles, Will wasn't just born a muggleborn. - Martin continued with a convulsive sigh, 'The thing is, as a child, when he was no more than a year old, he was placed with Frank and Clarissa Wright's family. Do you understand? Stiles, do you see where I'm going with this? - Lydia's shoulders shook occasionally with tension, but the girl's gaze was still clear.

- You mean he was adopted? By muggleborns? Why? And who are his parents? - Stiles' eyes widened.

- And that's the answer to why the Hat sent him to Slytherin. Stiles, his real name was Brown and his mum's name was Miriam. Are you getting the connection?

- So you're saying that Will-' Stiles' mouth dropped open in shock, grabbing the pillar with his hand.

- Yes, I mean that Will is a pure-blooded wizard whose father was imprisoned eleven years ago in Azkaban for attempting to murder his wife and newborn son.