Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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Not long ago, the brunet's warm honey eyes now radiated only pure sadness, distrust, and seemingly even aggression. He was back to being the intimidating boy he'd been when they'd met. In fact, Stilinski was now very, very worried that Will, who had just opened up, would start building his wall of 'don't come any closer, it'll be worse for you' again.

- Very, very informative, thank you. - The Slytherin squinted at Will, sitting down, seemingly even more relaxed. Jack, still staring blankly around the room, only snorted. Sophie and Tim glared at him unkindly.

- Will, listen,' Lydia started to say, but was rudely interrupted by a sharp gesture of her hand.

- Don't even think about saying right now that you found out by accident, or, on the contrary, that you wanted to help. I don't care, okay? - voice cold, eyes flailing, lips compressed. Stiles wrinkled his nose - the first brick had been laid.

- Okay, mate, whatever you say. - Stilinski nodded, ignoring the brunet's sceptical eyebrow. - There's no point in lying to you, brother, so I'll really tell you everything. And I promise I won't lie. - When you came here, you were completely closed off. I couldn't tell if you were afraid or if you were up to something. Who knows, you might want to kill me on the sly.

- It's a great loss. - Martin muttered under her breath.

- So naturally I decided to see who you were. - Stiles, meanwhile, was broadcasting. - Yes, Lydia was also involved, so if you decide to kill us, only together. - Stilinski added, ignoring her friend's puzzled look. - We learnt a lot from our search, you know. We've had several runs. I don't know how Leeds managed to dig it all up, but it was cool. - Feeling the conversation drifting in the wrong direction, Martin took the initiative, covering her friend's mouth with her palm.

- Yes, I really learnt the information in parts, and, you know, even now I'm not sure I know everything. - Frowning, Lydia watched for the Slytherin's reaction, but there was none. Then, sighing, Martin continued. - The only thing I recognised initially was that you're sort of a Brown. You probably don't even know it, but it was a big deal in the magical community. Stiles and I were barely born then, but we still know it. - Martin sighed heavily and rubbed her temples, gathering her thoughts. - In short, Richard Brown, for reasons that are completely unclear, made an attempt on his wife and child. A few days later it was reported that Miriam, the boy's mother and therefore Richard's wife, had recovered and her life was not in danger. The next day she died in the hospital without ever seeing her son. The same day Richard was sent to Azkaban. - The Gryffindor sighed and gathering all her remaining will, she continued, 'There is absolutely no information about the child's fate. Absolutely none. Not in the papers or anywhere else. They just stopped talking about it.

There was a ringing silence. Even Stiles was doing his best to keep his voice down. There was absolutely nothing in Will's gaze - no sadness, no anger, not even the simplest irritation. It was truly frightening. The Slytherin's lips were still pressed into a thin string and his arms were folded across his chest. The only thing that had changed was that the boy had gone pale. It would have been almost imperceptible, but at the moment the contrast between the Slytherin's skin and the snow-white tiles was almost gone. Martin, closing her eyes, waited for his words, but they still weren't there.

It seemed like about five minutes had passed, or maybe not even ten seconds, but the silence continued. Lydia was simply afraid to look him in the eye. Not because she could see anger or judgement in them for prying into someone else's life, not at all. She was afraid to see in his eyes the very pain and disappointment she had recently learnt herself.

- You said the information was in parts. - Will's voice made her heart freeze at first, then beat maybe ten times faster. It trembled at the end of the sentence, giving away its owner's head and allowing Lydia to breathe normally. - And you've come three times today. This, if I counted correctly, is the fourth, isn't it? - When the brunet nodded in the affirmative, he looked questioningly at the redhead. And she really understood him without words.

- It's Hagrid. - She answered the unspoken question, finally looking her companion straight in the eye. Maybe it was just her imagination, but something in them changed when Martin said the forest ranger's name. Did he think it was a double betrayal? First Stiles and then Hagrid as well? Shaking her head gently, Martin spoke again. - When I told him I was here at your request, he casually said he was glad you were making friends. And I, knowing naturally the reason, decided to find out more. Don't judge me for that. - Martin frowned, looking at the completely impenetrable face, and then added much more quietly, 'At least for that. - Will forgot about his mask for a second, rounding his eyes and raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Martin took advantage of the second advantage and tried to see what she needed to see. And she succeeded. Maybe it was a natural quality, or maybe it was the fact that girls are always more sensitive, but she succeeded. She clung to that glimpse of pain and disappointment. And all the next steps immediately became clear.

- He said he knew where Miriam's grave was. - That was it, straight to the point, no backtracking that would only spoil the situation now.

- Miriam. - Will repeated faintly, still staring into green eyes full of something that made the urge to yell at the Gryffindor melt away.

Lydia, after thinking for a second, repeated the girl's name herself, as if it would do them any good. At first she wanted to say 'your mother', but she just couldn't. From the look in her eyes, Will was now thinking the same thing. Quite suddenly there were two of them left, seemingly out in the whole world. It was as if a sort of silent bond had formed between them. And he read in her gaze everything unspoken, realised what she had not told anyone else. And she was just waiting for his reaction to those words, because, Merlin be damned, this had to be dealt with.

- Guys? - Both of them flinched in surprise, turning their eyes to Stiles, who was blinking in bewilderment. - Thank Merlin, I thought you two were having some sort of mental conversation.

Lydia snorted-it was so stupid and ridiculous that a smile formed on her own lips. Lydia sighed in relief as she glanced at Will, who was still sitting there with the same expression on his face, the corners of his lips slightly turned up. The important thing was that he hadn't shut down.

There was a silent dialogue between them again, and Stiles just sat there trying to figure out what was going on. The boy's gaze darted from one focused face to the other, trying to analyse, to understand. The Gryffindor's patience broke when Martin, snickering at something, nodded.

- What on earth is going on? - Stilinski exclaimed, splashing his arms as usual. Lydia looked at her friend and smiled, which Stiles didn't like at all.

- If I understand Will correctly, as far as it is possible to understand a man without words, we are going to London. - The redhead answered, and the brunet nodded quickly, as if to prove the girl's point.

- What?' Stiles asked, his eyes rounding in bewilderment. - What do you think you're doing? - Stiles looked at his friend in shock and arched his eyebrows sceptically, waiting for an answer.

- We'll figure it out. - Martin said with pressure, as if to imply that violation of such an outcome would be punishable by death, and not from Will's side. Stiles swallowed noisily and looked at the frowning Slytherin, realising that the redhead was clearly not joking.

***

- How do you even imagine this? - Stiles complained a few minutes later, drumming his fingers nervously on the bed.

- Somehow. - Lydia shrugged, 'Do you realise how lucky we are? I expected him to hate us at the very least. - The redhead frowned, amazed at her friend's frivolity.

- I'm afraid to even ask what the maximum would be. - grumbled the boy, looking at his friend sidelong.

- You're doing the right thing. - Martin squinted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Will was watching the two of them bickering, trying to figure out what he was feeling. Angry? Pretty much not anymore. Irritation? No. Sadness? Only slightly. Frowning, the boy scratched the back of his head. Why the reaction? A normal person would have either literally killed whoever had brought this information to him or sobbed somewhere in the background. So what is it? Why hasn't he yelled at Stiles or Lydia yet? They had just turned his whole life upside down, for crying out loud!

It was also very surprising how the Gryffindor had understood his intentions without words. How had she managed to do that in the first place? And what was that look in her eyes? It was as if it reflected what Will himself must have been feeling. Could it be that she had something going on too? Damn it, why was he even thinking about anyone but himself?

- What if we get caught? - Stiles, meanwhile, wasn't letting up. It was clear from the look in Lydia's eyes that if he didn't shut up soon, something not too good was going to happen.

- Stilinski, you started all this,' she said, throwing up her hands.

- Who knew it would turn out to be so complicated? - Stiles grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

- You don't have to go. - Will said suddenly, even to himself.

- We can't. - Martin cut him off, not even looking at the Slytherin. - The lesson will be over soon, so I have to leave. I'll consult with the guys, maybe they'll have some ideas. - Standing up from the bed and picking up her bag, the girl headed for the exit, turning around only at the door. Giving Stiles a reproachful look, the redhead walked out.

- Okay. - Will was once again amazed at the girl's ability to literally control people. Will turned back to the wall, and the Slytherin had a far from pleasant thought.

***

- I'm kind of shocked, you know. - Scott said perplexedly, sitting on the floor by the fireplace, sitting on the turf at Allison's feet.

- You won't believe this, but I'm kind of shocked too,' said Martin, who had just finished her story a few seconds ago.

- How can we help? - Malia asked sympathetically.

- We need to figure out how to get to London. - Isaac answered for the redhead, looking thoughtfully out the window.

- Are you sure it's safe? - Argent frowned.

- I don't even really care about that right now. - Lydia frowned back, 'Stiles has started something very serious. Unknowingly, of course. - The redhead snorted, rolling her eyes, 'Still, I've been helping him, so we can't leave Will with all this right now. I wouldn't be surprised if when I got back he was angry and sent us away, not even to Merlin, but further away.

- I don't have a single idea. - Matt hissed, lying on the floor next to Scott.

- Likewise. - Isaac nodded, looking at the redhead guiltily.

- Maybe we should ask Dumbledore or McGonagall. - Scott suggested.

- I've already asked, nothing good came of it. - Lydia shook her head, sighing heavily.

- How about a fireplace? - Allison scratched the back of her head, apparently noticing the flaws in her suggestion after it had been voiced.

- Again, I'd have to ask the principal. - Tate shook her head.

- What if I asked my parents to write a letter? They're kind of asking to let you go home for some reason. - Scott stretched out, looking thoughtfully into the redhead's face.

- Then we won't be able to go at once, the three of us. - Martin objected, shaking her head, 'Or there could be suspicion.

- Yes, I agree, it's stupid. - Scott nodded in embarrassment.

- Maybe we should ask one of the older students. - Matt ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the ceiling. - The same Alyssa or Sonya or Tyler.

- It's not going to work out. - Allison frowned. - First of all, they can't help. Secondly, I don't want almost no one to know about this.

- Eight freshmen already know about it. I'm not sure that was the intention. - Dahler pouted, jerking his shoulder.

- Okay, guys, forget it. - Lydia sighed tiredly, closing her eyes, 'After dinner, I'll go to Stiles again and we'll think about it. Maybe he and Will have some ideas. - Martin sighed again, and after a few seconds she added quietly, 'This should work.

Malia, Allison and Scott shook their heads softly.

***

Lydia ate absolutely nothing at dinner. All of the boys' attempts to get the redhead to talk to them had failed - the girl was completely in her own thoughts, answering all of their questions without a response. In fact, she was present in the great hall just to avoid suspicion - yes, perhaps, the teachers could turn a blind eye to the absence of their favourite student in lessons, but skipping dinner could not go unnoticed.

- Lyds, are you coming? Lydia? Lydia!' Allison had to snap her fingers dangerously close to her friend's nose just to get a confused, unfocused look.

- What?' Martin blinked, tilting her head back and glancing warily at Argent's fingers.

- I said, are you going to Stiles or what? It's been long enough. - she repeated her words for probably the tenth time.

- Yes, of course. - Martin nodded, jumping up from the table.

- Are we sure we don't have to go with you? Are you sure? - Malia asked, seriously afraid for her friend.

- Absolutely sure, - Martin nodded, throwing her bag on her shoulder, - If you want, you can wait for me tonight, so I can tell you everything. - Martin took a few small steps towards the exit, pulling up her skirt.

- 'Okay, we'll wait. - Allison nodded, lifting the corners of her lips. Martin could only smile languidly, but still sincerely, in response to such a show of support.

The Gryffindor's departure didn't bother anyone now - all the students were busy doing their own thing. Some were still eating, some were discussing the previous day's events with fellow students, and some had already left. So Martin walked out of the door without any obstacles, heading for the stairs. The girl turned down the corridor she needed, and added a step without looking round.

When the hospital wing was only a few turns away, Lydia heard voices. Grumbling to herself, the girl slowed her steps, leaning her back against the wall, afraid to show her face.

- That's why I'm going to need your help,' Lydia crinkled her nose as she recognised the owner of the voice. Which wasn't surprising, since Professor Snape haunted quite a few Gryffindors, even in their nightmares. - You could, of course, bring your assistants with you. I think you'll need them.

- Very well, Professor. Where will this take place? - Frowning, Martin tried to realise who the second voice belonged to. It was clearly a student, clearly a Slytherin, and clearly someone the Gryffindors avoided.

- In London. - At those words, the girl perked up and listened more carefully, covering her eyes. - You should be at my place by eleven o'clock this Sunday morning, Mr Hale. - Martin's eyes rounded and she listened further.

- All right, Professor. I'll let you know when I've found some helpers. I think Cora will be fine.

- Actually, Derek, you might want to look for more people. At least three more. - Martin huddled back against the wall, squinting for breath.

- Whatever you say, Professor Snape. - Lydia straightway imagined Hale nodded, bowing his head respectfully. With a wince, Martin stepped from foot to foot.

- 'I expect you tomorrow night at the latest.

- Yes, Professor. Can I go now? - Martin's breath caught at that moment. She wouldn't be able to hide in time. What to do?

- Go, Mr Hale. - with one last squeeze of her eyes, Lydia stepped resolutely round the corner.

- Martin? - Derek arched an eyebrow, looking the girl over from head to toe. The coal-black creeper on the boy's shoulder snorted unhappily, squinting. Sophie answered the little one in kind.

- Hello, Professor. - The Gryffindor nodded to Snape, ignoring the Slytherin's lunge.

- Miss Martin, aren't you supposed to be somewhere around the seventh floor at this hour? - The professor narrowed his eyes.

- I'm going to visit a friend. - The redhead said with an arched eyebrow, still ignoring Derek's gaze.

- The Hospital Wing closes soon. - The Slytherin squinted, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a few steps to the side, blocking the Gryffindor's path.

- They'll let me in even under the cover of night, don't worry. - Lydia finally gave the boy a look, trying to put all her contempt into her voice.

- It's you I'd never worry about. - The Slytherin stretched out in her tone, swaying from heel to toe. With a snort, Lydia took a few steps towards him, still squinting.

- You won't believe this, but it doesn't hurt me one bit. - The redhead hissed, glaring at the boy from the corner of her eye. Their height difference wasn't playing into her hands right now.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Snape said suddenly, causing the two arguing to flinch. Turning round abruptly, the professor hurried away.

- He's the one for me, if anything. - Hale grinned wryly, still standing in the middle of a corridor not wide enough for two.

- Oh, thanks for the clarification. I had no desire to go down into that dank and filthy abode. - Martin stretched out, wrinkling her nose.

- You won't believe it, we have no desire to see the likes of you near our rooms either. - Hale arched an eyebrow, grinning.

- Like me? - Lydia frowned, looking at the Slytherin with real anger.

- Like you,' Hale was clearly pleased with that reaction. He grinned cheekily and looked down at the girl, arching an eyebrow. - Nerdy, meddling, arrogant Gryffindors. - he literally spat the words out in her face, still smirking.

- Anything's better than being a ridiculously arrogant and stupid Slytherin. - The girl hissed, taking another step forward, 'Let me through. - She said quietly, still staring into the boy's eyes.

- It's time for you to go home, lion cub. - Derek smiled, not backing down. - Unfortunately, your mink is completely the other way round. Still haven't memorised it? Well, that's okay, thanks to good people like me, you won't get lost.

- Just get out of the way,' the girl sighed tiredly, taking another step forward and finding herself almost right next to the Slytherin.

- Whatever you say, Martin. - Hale grimaced, taking a step back more automatically.

- I'd say that right away, Hale. - Lydia arched an eyebrow, stepping back a little and taking a few steps to the side. Hale had only taken half a step back, so the girl still couldn't pass. With a snort, the redhead simply walked forward, pushing Derek with her shoulder in the process. The only thing that helped her was the fact that the boy hadn't expected it, or he wouldn't have moved a step.

- Oh yes, you're a true Gryffindor, Martin,' Hale hissed, turning to the redhead, 'Arrogant, arrogant, reckless, and shakily self-assured.

- Thanks for the compliment. - Lydia smiled lusciously, looking over her shoulder. With a snort, Derek disappeared around the corner.

For a few seconds, the girl fell out of reality, trying to remember where she was going before she met the Slytherin. With a gasp, Martin hurried towards the hospital wing, berating herself for not thinking straight - she could have just ignored Hale, she didn't have to get into an argument with him.

- Guys, I'm sorry, I got held up. - she blurted out from the doorway, swinging open the door to the room. Stiles and Will, sitting side by side on Stilinski's bed, immediately turned their eyes on her.

- Are you all right? - Stiles frowned.

- Yeah, fine. - Martin shook her head. Her gaze slid to Will's face. The boy sat with a completely impenetrable face, only his eyes had regained the same warm hue they had before the notorious secret was revealed.

- So, any ideas? - The Gryffindor clapped his palm on the seat beside him, but Lydia preferred to just sit on the bed opposite.

- No,' the girl shook her head, 'Nothing at all.

- Not even Scott came up with anything? - Stiles raised his eyebrows, glancing at Will, who was drumming his fingers on his knees in bewilderment.

- He's had a few ideas, but they're not going to work,' the redhead shook her naked head again, 'You've got nothing, I take it?

- Nothing,' Will nodded, burying his hand in his hair. There was a ringing silence in the room for a few minutes, punctuated only by occasional convulsive sighs.

Lydia slid her mindless gaze along the walls, thinking of the hopelessness of the situation. Maybe the girl could have thought of something, if she hadn't been so irritated by her recent run-in with Hale. And it was a coincidence that he and his creepy dean were in this corridor at this exact time. Apparently all Gryffindors were born with some sort of slightly abnormal luck. Or was it quite normal? Rounding her eyes, the redhead clapped her hands together, making the two boys wince.

- I have an idea! - Lydia exclaimed, ignoring the boys' slightly annoyed looks.

- Spit it out. - Will arched an eyebrow, squinting slightly.

- Look, this is really crazy. There's absolutely nothing that can come out of this. - The redhead's heart beat faster and her eyes lit up.

- Our whole situation is crazy,' Stiles smiled.

- Okay. - Martin sighed, staring out the window with her fingers clenched, 'So, to recap, a few people are going to London this Sunday. I thought if we went with them we could get away for a few hours. Or, at the very least, let Will go in peace.

- Well, that's perfect! - Stiles exclaimed, waving his arms.

- No, Stiles. Not at all. - Lydia shook her head, grinning to herself at her friend's never-fading positivity, 'The simple fact is that those few people are Snape, Hale and a few of the assistants who haven't been recruited yet.

- Snape? - Stiles grimaced, sticking out his tongue squeamishly.

- Hale? - Will frowned in turn, 'Which one?

- Derek,' Martin answered, "But he was supposed to take Cora with him," Will grimaced even more at that.

- What do we need to do there? What's the help? - Stiles asked, ruffling his hair.

- I don't know about that. - Lydia shook her head, 'I have no idea.

- I'm sure it's something not very good for you,' Will said.

- That would be the least of the problems, believe me,' the redhead waved her hand.

- Okay, let's say. What do I have to do to go with them? - Stiles still asked, apparently willing to endure a day even with his nightmare to achieve their goal.

- I guess we'll just have to talk Derek into it, because he takes his own helpers.

- You say that like it's really easy. - Will snorted, arching an eyebrow in disbelief.

- Okay,' Stiles clapped his hands together, interrupting the brunet, 'Leeds, I'm being discharged tomorrow, so you and I are going to go and talk to him together. I think he'll be able to help us,' the boy smirked for a reason Will didn't understand.

- Stiles, trust me, if he helps anyone, it's only Slytherins. And not all of them,' the brunet frowned.

- Will, honey, trust me, no one in the whole world can resist Stiles Stilinski's charms,' the Gryffindor said lusciously.

- I can't argue with that,' Lydia nodded, smiling.

- That's settled,' Stiles grinned happily.

- Okay,' Will gave up, shaking his head, 'I'm going out tomorrow, too, so we'll have to cross paths when you talk to him.

- We'll give you a sign no later than dinner,' Lydia nodded.

- Okay,' Will sighed, looking into the Gryffindor's eyes. Will nodded, the corners of his lips lifting, and the boy couldn't help but smile back.

- The Hospital Wing will be closing in five minutes,' Madam Pomfrey announced loudly, making the boys wince, 'It's commendable that you're so worried about your friends, but the sick need rest, Miss Martin.

- I need it, too,' Lydia said with her lips, and the boys laughed softly. - Okay, I'm really going to go,' Martin got up from the bed and slung her bag on her shoulder, 'Stiles, I'll meet you in the morning. Will,' the girl turned to the Slytherin, "see you tomorrow," Lydia turned on her heels and headed for the exit, turning round at the door as a matter of habit, 'Try not to get into anything until at least tomorrow morning. Good night. - The girl added with a smile.

Nodding synchronously, the boys looked at each other. They both realised that tomorrow would be a really busy day, but there was no desire to talk about it out loud. If everything went well, they would have an even tougher day on the horizon. And now no one dared to even think about backing out. Everyone felt that they had to see this thing through, that something very important was waiting for them there, all that was left was to get there.

Late at night, around midnight, Stiles thought about the next day, occasionally turning from side to side. He couldn't see, but he could literally physically feel that Will was awake now, too, or even lying with his eyes closed. Each boy was playing in his head possible scenes of tomorrow's dialogue and in principle further actions. If they succeeded, they would need to think about how to get away from Snape and his students. It would be lucky if he didn't turn them in at the first opportunity.

Stiles's mind was pulsing with an idea that seemed utterly delusional, but quite workable. On the other hand, everything that had happened to the boy in the last few days was madness itself. If there was no other way out, he'd just have to use a move like this, even though it was risky.

That's how Stiles fell asleep, with thoughts of him telling Derek Will's secret, and Hale helping them without complaint. All the boy could say in the morning was that he'd never had such delusional dreams before.