Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

In a small town in California called Beacon Hills, a skinny teenager wakes from his slumber.

Stiles' P.O.V.

"Again, those pictures. Damn Kitsune, why did you have to possess me?" I ask myself this question every morning after a nightmare about that time.

Brrrr... Brrrr...

I pick up my phone and see:

Scott:
Pack meeting in 20 min at Derek's loft.

After a quick shower, I make my way to the Jeep. On my desk, I notice a letter with a white owl feather resting on top of it. I smile to myself.

On the way to the loft, I recall what happened after the Nogitsune. I noticed the pack slowly distancing themselves from me—except Allison. Scott and I were like brothers, and now he ignores me and forgets about me. Since he became a werewolf, our relationship has been falling apart, and after the Nogitsune incident, it’s practically nonexistent. Lydia ignored me both before and after the supernatural came into our lives, so that hasn’t changed. Isaac has practically replaced me and makes snide comments about how I shouldn’t be in the pack.

Brrrr... Brrrr...

My phone interrupts my thoughts.

Allison:
I have a bad feeling, Stiles. But you need to know that I’ll always be by your side.
Love you, Alli.

Yeah, we’re in a relationship. After she broke up with Scott, it kind of just happened, and we started dating secretly. I trust her, so we’ll see how things go.

Arriving at the loft, I walk in and immediately sense tension from the others.

“Sup, guys. So, what’s going on?” I ask.

They all look at me before Scott speaks.

“Stiles, we’re kicking you out of the pack.”

I let the sentence sink in before calmly asking, “Okay, why?”

They look slightly shocked at my reaction. I think they expected me to break down in front of them. Yeah, it hurts, but it was predictable, considering their attitude lately.

Scott recovers from his shock and replies, “You don’t belong in a pack with supernatural beings as a human, Stiles.”

After hearing this, I turn to Allison with a slight smirk on my lips. “Do you want to come with me, Alli, love?”

Allison steps closer and replies, “Yes, my love.” She kisses me on the lips.

“WHAT?!” Scott shouts.

I glance at the others, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing at their stunned expressions.

“Yeah, Scotty-boy, we’re a couple. So not only did you kick out a member, but you also lost one.”

With that, I calmly walk out of the loft with Allison by my side.

Outside, I pull my phone from my pocket and write a message:

To H:
Hey, I was kicked out of the pack. Do you mind if my girlfriend and I stay with you for a few days?
Your cousin,
Stiles

A few seconds later, I get a response:

H:
No problem, Stiles.
See you later, H.

Driving down the road with Allison in the passenger seat, I smile at her and ask, “Have you ever been to England?”

Chapter Text

Dear Passengers, we will arrive in a few minutes in London...

Stiles, who is looking out of the window and watching the British Isles, turns to his right to wake his sleeping girlfriend, who is comfortably snuggled against his side.

“Wake up, wake up! We are about to arrive in London, mon cher,” he says. She stirs from her sleep. “Thanks, Stiles,” she replies with a sleepy smile.

5,000 miles away, in a town called Beacon Hills...

Standing at the door of a certain sheriff's house, a certain pack waits for someone to open the door. Hearing footsteps approaching, the pack braces itself to talk to Stiles—only to find his father, Sheriff Stilinski, answering the door.

“What are you doing here, after what you did to my son?” he asks, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. Slightly nervous, Scott replies, “Mister Stilinski, we need to talk to Stiles. Could you bring him to the door?”

“I don’t think he would want to see you, and even if I could, you’re already too late,” the sheriff says and begins to close the door. Derek interrupts, “Why? Where is he?”

“He went to see family with Allison, and that’s all I’ll say to you,” Sheriff Stilinski replies before firmly closing the door, cutting off any further questions from the pack.

Inside the house, the sheriff reflects on what happened in the last 24 hours.

Flashback

Opening the door, Stiles walks into his father’s office to tell him what happened with the pack. “Dad, the pack kicked me out. I was thinking of visiting our family in good old England,” he explains. Noah, hearing what happened, nods thoughtfully and says, “Give them my regards.” He tosses Stiles a pair of black keys and adds, “Go to the bank. There’s an early birthday present waiting for you.” After hugging his son one last time, he heads back to work.

Flashback End

Back in England...

Walking down the streets of London, Stiles and Allison make their way to a small coffee shop. Sitting down, Stiles pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to Allison. After ordering a coffee and a cappuccino, their drinks arrive. Stiles says, “Alli, read the address, and we’ll head there next.” Allison glances at the paper and narrows her eyes. “Why did I have to read the address, love?” she asks suspiciously. With a grin, Stiles replies, “All in time, love. All in time.”

Arriving at their destination, Stiles knocks on the door marked with the number 12. They hear someone approaching, and soon a man with a lean, muscular build, unruly raven-black hair, and emerald green eyes opens the door.

The man’s face lights up with a grin as he pulls Stiles into a bone-crushing hug. “Hey, Stiles!” he says with a radiant smile. “Hey, Harry,” Stiles replies, his own smile just as bright.

Chapter Text

Arriving at their destination, Stiles knocks on the door with the number 12 on the sign. Hearing someone approaching, they see a man with a lean and muscular build, standing 6'2" tall, with unruly raven-black hair and emerald green eyes opening the door. Seeing who knocked, the man starts grinning and pulls Stiles into a bone-crushing hug. Letting go, he says with a radiant smile, “Hey, Stiles.” Stiles replies with an equally radiant smile, “Hey, Harry.”

“Come in” Harry says, motioning for them to follow. Walking through a dark and slightly dusty corridor, Allison and I notice a scorch mark on the wall. Arriving in the kitchen, I ask, “Why is there a scorch mark on the wall?” Harry explains that it was where the painting of the old Mrs. Black used to hang. Knowing who she was, I nod in understanding. Finding a good place to sit, we wait as Harry brings two glasses and asks, “Do you want something to drink?” “Yeah, a Coke for me and water for Allison.”

Harry waves his hand over the glasses, and they fill up by themselves. I already knew what was happening, but when I glance at Allison, I notice the shock on her face. Oh, I forgot she doesn’t know about magic, I think to myself. “Stiles” Allison growls in my direction. “What is going on?” she asks.

Knowing nothing is better than the truth, I explain everything about magic, with Harry adding details here and there. At the end of the explanation, she looks at me with a blank face for ten seconds. Sweat begins rolling down my neck, and then she kisses me and says, “Okay.”

“What is your plan, Stiles?” Harry’s question cuts through from the other side of the table. Looking at him, I reply, “I want to build my own pack, my own family. A pack that can go against anybody.” A little drama won’t hurt, I think, smirking. Holding my hand out to him, I ask, “Do you, Harry Potter—my cousin, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Conquered, and Master of Death—want to be my first pack member? Well, second, actually, if you count Allison, but you know what I mean.”

Harry looks up at me, smiling, and I notice two long canines sprouting from his teeth. Grasping my hand in a firm grip, he says, “I accept.”

Chapter Text

"What is your plan, Stiles?" a question cutting in from the other side of the table. Looking at Harry, I say to him, "I want to build my own pack, my own family, a pack that can go against anybody." A little drama won't hurt, I thought. Smirking and holding a hand out to him, I ask, "Do you, Harry Potter, my cousin, the boy-who-lived, the man-who-conquered, and Master of Death, want to be my first pack member? Well, second actually if you count Allison, but you know what I mean."
Harry looks up at me, begins to smile, and I see two long canines sprouting from his teeth. Grasping my hand with a firm grip, he says, "I accept."

Stiles' P.O.V

After Harry joined my pack as my second in command, he asks me, "What do you have in mind, Stiles? Because if you want to form a pack, there is still the problem that you and Allison are still human, and if you want to compete with the big guys, it isn't enough."
Knowing that he was right and that the whole pack formation thing was rather spontaneous, I say, "I know, and because of that, we need to find a way to make us stronger."
Tapping my index finger on my chin, thinking about where we could find this information, I notice that Harry is doing the same.

Allison's P.O.V

Hard with sarcasm, I ask them, "What place is filled with information?"
Getting clueless looks in return, I reply with a deadpan face, "The library."
Immediately, both of them facepalm, and I can hear both mumble under their breath, "Dammit!"
After getting over this embarrassing moment, Harry leads us to the Black family library.

Harry's P.O.V

Arriving in the library, the biggest room in the whole house, I immediately cast a wandless Incendio at the fireplace and ignite it in purple flames.
Seeing all the dust on the books and the table, I perform a strong Scourgify.
Turning to Stiles and Allison and explaining not to pull out the books from the silver shelf, I make my way through the books.
After a few hours, I come to the letter "R" and look through the books.
Finding a book called "Rituals and their Outcomes," I call out, "Jackpot, I think I found our solution."
Pulling out the book and laying it down on the table, Stiles and Allison come to my side.
Searching through the pages, I say to both, "In the end, it's your decision, so choose wisely."

Stiles' P.O.V

Looking through the pages, we come across the first appealing ritual.
"This ritual is a body enhancement ritual. It would change my muscle density, improve my eyesight, hearing, maybe a growth spurt, overall improving everything, but the problem is it doesn't say to what extent. For all its worth, it's risky—the success rate lies at 10%, and we would need a feather of a fallen angel to sacrifice, and I don't know where to get that. What do you think?" I ask both.
"The potential is endless, but you are right, the success rate is low, and to get a feather of a fallen angel, there is a way to summon one, but it says they are highly aggressive, so it's out of the question," Allison replies, nodding in agreement.
Our search continues.
We look through different rituals, each harder to fulfill than the one before.
Coming to the end and losing hope, we reach the last page.
Eyes widening in awe as we read the description.
The ritual is called "Godly Werebeast." It grants partial immortality, transforms you into a werebeast of your inner aspect, and you would have the blood of the Greek gods flowing through your veins.
Further description is not available due to the low chance of 0.01% success.
Requirements: Basilisk blood, Phoenix tears, Thestral blood, and Dragon fire.
Warning: By attempting, you either succeed and live or fail and die.
Looking at Allison and meeting her eyes, I ask her, "Do you think we should do this? It's your choice; if you don't want to, then we search elsewhere."
Allison, thinking hard about it, replies with a loving smile, "I love you and would go to the ends of the world with you, so I'm willing to do this ritual."
"So now we have to collect the requirements. Harry, you know where to get them?" I ask Harry.
"Yeah, I know where to get them, but we can do this the next day, so let's get some sleep, and I will take you with me in the morning," he replies, yawning.
Nodding in agreement, Harry leads us to mine and Allison's room, and we all go to bed to be ready for the morning.

Chapter Text

Looking at Allison and meeting her eyes, I ask her, "Do you think we should do this? It's your choice; if you don't want to, then we search elsewhere."
Allison, thinking hard about it, replies with a loving smile, "I love you and would go to the ends of the world with you, so I'm willing to do this ritual."
"So now we have to collect the requirements. Harry, do you know where we get them?" I say to Harry.
"Yeah, I know where to get them, but we can do this the next day. So let's get some sleep, and I will take you with me in the morning," he replies, yawning.
Nodding in agreement, Harry leads us to mine and Allison's room, and we all go to bed to be ready for the morning.

Stiles' P.O.V

"So where do we go first?" I ask Harry in the morning at the kitchen table with a massive headache, after a turbulent night filled with Nogitsune flashbacks and falling off the bed one time, hitting my head on the nightstand.
"You'll see," he answers me, staring at him with a blank face, trying to get him to tell me regardless.
Thirty seconds later, after not getting an answer, I give up.

Harry's P.O.V

"Are you ready? Allison, we will move with a Portkey."
"Fuck!" I hear from Stiles.
"A Portkey is like a teleportation device that can bring you to a specific location," I explain.
Seeing an understanding look on her face, I pull out the Portkey and hold it out to them.
It's an old, stinking sock.
Getting funny looks from both, I let out a snort and pull out the real one—a rusty spoon.
"Come on, take the spoon," I say, holding it out to them, and ready myself for the next step.
Seeing all three of us holding the spoon, I say the magic words, "Activate," and my world fades to nothingness.

Standing upon a hill, mist all around us, and before us, a huge black lake. The morning sun illuminates a huge castle in the midst of the Scottish Highlands. A true beauty.
"Did we really have to travel with a Portkey?" I hear Stiles asking me, a little dirt in his hair and a slightly frustrated tone.
"For Allison, and don't be angry," I answer him, knowing full well what is coming from him.
"Yeah, you didn't land on a fucking tree branch that cracked and let me land on a bush," he retorts.
"It lies in the family; I got blasted against a tree," I return.
Taking a few steps forward, spreading my arms, and turning to Allison, I say, "Allison, I introduce you to Hogwarts."
Taking them both by the shoulders, I Apparate us three into the Great Hall.

Stiles' P.O.V

Now I know how it feels getting squeezed through a tube. It's horrible.
"Side-along Apparition, never again," I think.
Opening my eyes, I see four long tables and clouds.
"The Great Hall... impressive," I think, knowing full well how it looks from Harry's stories.
Leaning over to my lovely cousin, I say, "I will get you back for that."
"We'll see," he replies, grinning.
Hearing a cough behind us, we turn to the noise to see an older, stern-looking woman smiling at Harry.
"Harry, it's good to see you again, and to what does Hogwarts owe the pleasure?"

Chapter Text

Hearing a cough behind us, we turn to the noise and see an older, stern-looking woman smiling at Harry.
"Harry, it's good to see you again. To what does Hogwarts owe the pleasure?"

Harry's P.O.V

"Minny, it's good to see you. I just need to get down to the chamber. Minny, these two behind me are Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent. Stiles, Allison, this lovely woman is Headmistress Minerva McGonagall," I greet her.
Noticing the slightly raised eyebrow at the mentioning of Stiles, I stifle a chuckle.
"Then I will head back to my office. I trust you to not burn down the school. Mr. Stilinski, Ms. Argent, it was nice to meet you, and have a good day," she says, smiling softly before she walks away.
Turning back to the two, I say, "Well, then, let's go." I move through the halls, both following behind me. We make our way to the entrance.
"Before we go down, I advise you to watch your feet."
Now standing before the sink, I hiss, "Open," and the sink opens to reveal a dark pit. Turning to my companions, I ask, "Fun or boring?"
With confusion and slight irritation from Stiles, thinking it can't be good, both answer with "fun."
Grinning like a loon, I make a follow-me motion and let myself fall into the pit, like one of those hooded figures on a painting in the Potter Vaults.
While sliding down the pipes, I hear screams of fear and joy, and a male voice shouting, "You bastard!"
Letting out a hearty laugh the moment I land on the bone-littered floor, I sidestep an incoming cousin.
"Why don't you try to land on your feet next time, Mischief? Allison managed to land on her feet."
"Fuck you, H," comes back.
After helping Stiles to his feet, we make our way to the gate.
"Open," I hiss to open the gate. Stepping through, the chamber immediately lights up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce the Chamber of Secrets."
Seeing two unimpressed looks sent my way, I raise an eyebrow and turn back to the chamber.
'This place looks like trash, and I thought Ron exaggerated. Looks like I have to correct this,' I think.
Closing my eyes, I let the magic of Hogwarts course through my being.
Snapping my eyes open, I let loose a shockwave of magic, bringing the chamber back to its original state.
Satisfied, I turn around to see two awed, jaw-dropped looks from my companions.
'That's what I wanted to see,' I smile to myself, then inform both, "Let's go get the Basilisk blood."
Going to the big Slytherin statue, I command, "Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Fourth, show me your secrets that lie here in these chambers."
In the midst of the round platform before the statue, the floor opens to reveal a staircase.
Making another follow-me motion, we make our way down the stairs.
Opening a dark emerald door, I reveal an office similar to the Headmaster's office, but with dark stone and emerald and silver accents.
Making my way to a shelf with vials, I take one with Basilisk blood and two empty ones.
"Stiles, Allison, we have the blood," I inform them.
"What now?" Stiles asks.
"We're getting out of here. Fawkes!" I shout above.
In a flash of fire and sparks, a burning bird appears before me and lands on Allison's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek.
I grin at her, "He likes you."
Allison, still awed by what just happened, begins to stroke his feathers.
"Fawkes, I need a few tears from you. Is that okay with you?" I ask him, smiling.
He looks at me and nods.
I take the empty vial and hold it under his eye, collecting a few tears.
"Could you take us out of here?" I ask him.
Again, he nods his head, and I say to Stiles, "Grab hold of one of his feathers."
Taking one, Fawkes flashes us before the Forbidden Forest.
Thanking Fawkes, I shout, "Kreacher!"
With a pop, Kreacher arrives.
Allison lets out a scream of surprise.
"Master asked for Kreacher?" the house elf asks.
"Kreacher, take these two vials to my study, please."
"Yes, Master," he says, handing him the two vials. He pops away, leaving us alone.
Clapping my hands, I inform them, "So, the next stop for us is this creepy-looking forest. Before we go, you have to stay by my side at all times. Don't wander off. For example, in this forest, there are spiders as big as cars."
Getting a nod from both, with Stiles already knowing how dangerous the forest is from my stories, I smile.
"Then let's go," I say, and with that, we make our way into the Forbidden Forest.

Chapter Text

The Forbidden Forest could come straight from a horror movie. Enormous grey trees and fog so dense you couldn't even see your own feet.

Allison P.O.V

"Harry, can you do something about the fog? I'm tripping every ten seconds," I ask him, a little annoyed by the situation.
"Harry? HAAARRYYY, STILES, where are you?" I scream out after getting no response.
After waiting another minute, I take a deep breath in and out.
'Shit, shit, shit.' Slowly, I take my hunting knife out and make a few steps forward, preparing for this slaughter forest, when two hands get on my shoulders.
Acting out of reflex, I grab one hand and judo-flip the person behind me over me, raising my arm with the knife to strike. I stop as I see it's Stiles on the ground.
My heart racing, I help him to stand up. I snap at him, angry and annoyed, "If you do shit like that again, I will cut off your dick, dip it into a used toilet, and feed it to you. Do you understand me?"
Seeing him swallow, terrified, I'm satisfied.
"And no sex for a month," I add for good measure.
He whines.

SNAP

I have to brace myself on the ground because of the mini tornado a few feet away from us. A few seconds later, the tornado and the goddamn fog disappear.
'Definitely better now,' I think, looking now at the much clearer forest.
"Come on, a few minutes, and we're there," Harry calls to us, standing a few feet ahead of us.
"You forgot to ask for Scooby-Doo," Stiles tells me with a grin on his face.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shake my head and continue on.

Harry P.O.V

Going a few meters forward, I smile at the herd of Thestrals. Due to my status as Master of Death, creatures that have a connection with death are friendly to me.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" I turn around, asking both of them.
Stiles and Allison are staring, wide-eyed, at the winged horses.
Taking a few steps to one of them, I bow, showing my respect. I place my finger on its back and make a small cut.
Securing the blood, I summon a nice box of meat and place it before them as a sign of gratitude.
Going back to Allison and Stiles, I take their shoulders and spin on my feet.

Reappearing in Grimmauld Place, I look at my companions and notice no one puked on my carpet.
I smile, a little proud.
"Now that we have everything, I think we should do it now," I tell them.
"Alright, and I guess you have the dragonfire, so let's do it," Allison says in excitement.
"Yeah," Stiles agrees.
"Then follow me, my friends."
The three of us make our way into the library again.
Getting a cauldron, I put the ingredients into it. Transfiguring a pen into a nice silver knife, I cut my palm to add a few drops of my blood to it.
"Why do you add your blood to it?" Stiles and Allison ask me with confused looks on their faces.
"My blood will give you an edge. I will tell you when we've done it. Don't worry," I answer them.
Grabbing the knife again, I slit my wrist and let the blood pour on the dark wood of the library.
I draw the necessary rune circle with it and guide both of them to stand in the middle.
Taking the two cups from the table, I put them in their hands.
Going to the edge of the circle, I say, "Now drink your cups, and don't waste a drop."
I instruct them.
Waiting until they've drunk them dry, I make a grab motion with my right hand and pull a lighter filled with flames out of my pocket dimension. A nice gift from Charlie after saving his sorry ass from a vampire a year before.
Lighting it and guiding the little flame into my hand, it grows bigger in an instant and turns from red to green.
Still standing at the edge, I tell them, "Don't worry, just stand still," and I slam my burning hand on the circle.
The runes glow for a second in bright white, and the circle goes up in flames.

General P.O.V

As soon as the runes began to burn, Stiles and Allison lose consciousness.
Harry goes down on the couch and summons a bottle of old Ogden's finest, waiting for the ritual to finish.
A good minute later, Stiles and Allison's bodies begin to change.
Allison gains silver highlights and becomes a little more toned.
Stiles undergoes a few more changes. His hair gets longer, his body grows a few more inches in height, and he gains about 10 to 15 pounds of muscle. His normally baggy shirt is now a bit more filled out.
But those changes don't really come from the ritual itself.

Allison P.O.V

The moment the ritual began, everything turned black, forcing my eyes to close.
A few seconds later, when I try to open them again, I find myself standing in a beautiful forest with tall trees and a waterfall behind me.
"So you are the one who summoned me. What's your name?"
I instantly turn to the voice.
Standing a few feet away from me is a girl. A young girl in a silver parka.
Remembering that the ritual had something to do with the Greek pantheon, I become more cautious.
"My name is Allison Argent, my lady," I answer her, trying not to show my nervousness with a steady voice and trying not to offend a goddess.
"Silver," the goddess mumbles, almost too silent for me to hear.
In an instant, she vanishes in a golden light, reappearing before me and putting her fingers on my forehead.
As soon as her fingers make contact with my skin, I see my life flash before me. I drop to a knee, breathing heavily.
"I'm Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, and I give you my blessing. I will watch you," says the now-dubbed Artemis.
I look up and see her silver glowing eyes.
She waves her hand, and everything turns black again.

Stiles P.O.V

I open my eyes and watch as empires fall in wars long before me.
I watch as blood stains the rivers. I see many different battles. I see the fall of Athens, the fall of Rome, and Troy.
'You have so much potential, Fox,' a deep-sounding voice whispers in my ear.
And darkness overcomes me.

Chapter Text

"Dear passengers, we will land in approximately 20 minutes," comes through the plane.
Allison tries to shake Stiles. Getting zero response, she puts her lips beside his ear, whispering something nobody can hear.
Stiles' eyes shoot open, looking frantically left and right, coming to the realization that he isn't in his bed.
Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he pouts, "Allison, I will hold you to that," he says, the pictures going through his head.
Taking her hand in his, he spins his head to the window, looking through the clouds. His thoughts go back to the day before.

Flashback

Pain, so much pain. He writhes on the ground. His head down, with his hands clamped over his ears, trying to block out the noise.
Allison doesn't do any better. One of his hands gets taken off his ear. A shot glass is put in it and placed at his mouth.
He tries to drink it. The pain goes away in an instant. He stands up on shaking knees and slowly steps toward the couch.
He looks at Allison, who is in his cousin's arms. Harry places Allison beside him. She looks like him, nearly totally out of it.
"Now I'm gonna tell you a few things." I look at Harry, waiting for his explanation.
"But first, what did you see?" he asks us. We tell him everything.
"First, the ritual is like a blood adoption, just not all the way. I made contact with a friend in the Greek Pantheon. The ritual was made to create artificial demigods."
My jaw drops open. I stare at him.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" I ask him, not sure how to react. I thought of being sarcastic, but it’s a little too much.
"It was 50/50 that it would work. But I should have said it before, I'm sorry," he tells us, apologizing.
"Second, I'm sure you know you had a sensory overload. I put a pain-relief potion in it. It will hold for 24-27 hours with our metabolism.
Third, my blood. After the whole Voldeshorts resurrection thing, I was pissed. Nobody believed me. My friends left me alone, and the Dursleys... well, old habits die hard.
So I took my cloak and went to Gringotts. I asked if someone could tell me if I had more vaults than my trust. The goblins told me I had a family vault that I could access when I’m 17. That took me too long.
I told them they could have 25 percent of the Potter Vault and the Black Vault. They accepted and took me to a special time chamber.
It took me three years into the past. With the goblins, I found out I had an uncle in the States from my mother’s side.
I went to the States. My uncle, who I found out works for the CIA, got me a new identity and trained me. He took me to a checkup where I got my eyes corrected, and where the healers told me I had a soul shard in my scar.
Fast forward, we took it out. When I turned 17, I got into the vault. There were a few interesting things. The Potter Family Grimoire and a copy of the family tree.
There, I saw you and Uncle John on it. This was the reason I even knew about you. I placed a glamour over me and went back to the Dursleys.
I read that the Potters had a secret. Every Potter with black hair will trigger an inheritance of the Peverell Family."
He stops for a few seconds.
"The inheritance turns someone into a werecreature. A giant silent killing machine. A giant leopard that eats fully grown elephants for breakfast. The most dangerous creature on the planet. A Nundu."
He flashes his eyes for the first time. His eyes turn into an inferno red.
Stiles and Allison’s eyes begin to change again out of instinct.
"The moment I turned 18, I changed. I said it would give you an edge. Nundus don’t have packs or would be dominated by an alpha. A Nundu is the apex predator. An alpha of alphas.
I gave you my blood to give you alpha status. And your physical capabilities should be boosted a little," he explains into shocked silence.

Back on the plane

"les, Stiles, STILES..."
I turn my head to Allison, who has been trying to get my attention for a few minutes now.
"Sorry, what is it, love?" I ask her, apologizing.
"What was the name of Harry’s uncle again?" she asks me.
"Stan Hurley," I tell her, giving her a kiss.