When it rains, it pours.

A lot of shit is going down

Hi! I'm back with an update on this story! Took me long enough..

I completely lost the inspiration for this story, but it has returned! And I now know what I want with this story!

I still don't own anything from Teen Wolf or Harry Potter! I just play with the characters and I hope to leave a nice little story.

Enjoy!

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Hermione is reading in the library with Lydia. They are going through some old tomes, hoping to find more about the Nemeton and the feeling of wrongness it sometimes emits.

Derek, Harry, and Stiles are at the Stilinski home to research the murder of Stiles's friend Heather. They found her body and that of two other teens a couple of days ago, and it's clear that it has been the same murderer.

Stiles is sure there will be a resemblance between the three murders or victims and not only the same killing method.

''Hermione, if you read this part, what do you think it means?'' Lydia asks suddenly while holding out a page she was reading.

Hermione takes the page and studies it. ''If I read it correctly, this means that every Nemeton on the planet is connected. Hogwarts was also built on a ley line crossing, but I haven't seen any proof of a magical tree, and according to this, a tree is always the binding point of the crossing.'' Hermione frowns while reading it. This should've been in Hogwarts a history, right?

''I haven't read it in Hogwarts a History, but you told us that it was built on a crossing and that the wards around Hogwarts are keyed into the ley lines. There should be a Nemeton there too.'' Lydia states, and Hermione nods in agreement.

''I could ask McGonagall, maybe she knows something more about it, it could be that this is kept a secret, if the Nemeton of Hogwarts would be cut down the wards would fall, and Hogwarts would be in danger.''

Lydia looks solemn and nods in agreement. Hermione makes a note to write McGonagall as soon as possible.

Just then, the floo alarm goes off, and Hermione frowns and walks to the fire. Lydia is on her heels.

''Who is it?'' It's rare for anyone to come through the floo. George has used it the last couple of weeks more to deal with some business in the UK. He's still living with them at the packhouse, and Hermione doesn't think he will be leaving any time soon. But George is keyed into the wards and can pass through them without a problem. The rest of the visitors always call or write before they visit.

So who is this?

''I don't know, but get behind me,'' Hermione demands. She pulls out her wand and conjures a shield in front of the two of them. If someone comes through, that means harm, she will get to them first.

Lydia seems irritated at stepping behind Hermione but still listens, something Hermione is extremely glad for before Hermione opens the floo.

A haggard-looking Draco steps out. It looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his normally clean robes are wrinkled, and there are smudges of soot on them. Not just from this floo travel, but clearly also from something else.

Hermione closes the floo before stepping towards Draco like he's a wild animal. ''Draco? What are you doing here? Are you alright?''

She has put down the shield, but not her wand.