Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

It's a Kind of Magic - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

Two weeks before Stiles leaves for his sixth year at Hogwarts and gets to be with Scott almost every hour of everyday (he's going through withdrawals at the moment, despite living down the road from each other), he gets a call on the house phone from Melissa.

"He got bitten by something - he was babysitting the neighbor and -" she rambles in hysterics because it's magic related; Scott was whisked away to Saint Mungo's thanks to his managing to do some magic to grab the Ministry's attention.

His dad has long taken the mobile away from Stiles' slack grip, telling her that they'll be there before she can blink.

His dad takes his arm to Apparate and Stiles can never land himself right, stumbling into the nearest wall as his dad heads straight to Melissa, who's pacing in the waiting area with a crumpled tissue in her fist, muttering in Welsh.

"He was in the backyard, playing with our neighbor - sh-she's six, not magic, and this wolf just came out and it tried to -" Melissa chokes back a sob and his dad places his hands gently on her shoulders.

"Where did he get bit? Was the girl...?"

"She's fine, thank God - people came and - and took away her memory - obliviated or something, but - there was so much blood - the right side of his torso -" she starts talking in Muggle medical terms, which Stiles wouldn't be able to follow on a good day, and now he's dizzy and his head is humming with wolf -

He brings a hand to his chest and collapses onto a nearby chair, forcing himself to breathe in and out. People have died getting bitten by a werewolf, some just don't make it - and if - Scott just can't die because he won't - won't -

"Stiles!"

He barely movies his eyes up to look at his dad, still in his Auror garb since he had just gotten off his shift. Stiles has always thought about following in his dad's footsteps - he still can, but if Scott lives, will St. Mungo's still take him after they're done with Hogwarts? Protection for werewolves has improved throughout the years, but there's still prejudice and hate and will he be allowed back to Hogwarts?

Stiles shuts his eyes, tears escaping anyway and he forces himself to breathe.

"Stiles," his dad repeats, his voice sounding far away. "Scott's going to make it, he's going to be okay."

Stiles swallows thickly and manages to open his eyes, his chest heaving. "He's okay?" he manages to ask, voice high like a child's (like he's eight instead of sixteen).

"Yeah - he'll be out for a few hours, but -"

"I'll wait."

His dad smiles at him, running a hand through his close-cropped hair. He needs to buzz it soon. "I know. I need to go - start figuring out who did this." He gives Stiles a long, hard stare. "I will find out who did this," he says in English.

Stiles nods, clenching his jaw. "Okay."

After giving Melissa a comforting (yet awkward - it is his dad) arm squeeze, his dad turns the corner to meet with Healers and Aurors.

Melissa takes a seat next to Stiles, who is now shaking his legs, his original panic ebbing away.

"It'll be fine," Stiles says to her, nodding his head. "He'll - He'll have to take Wolfsbane Potion every month so he won't be like - so he'll have his wits about him during the full moon and." He takes a breath. "It'll be fine - there's that potion that's supposed to take away the pain of transforming - I know it's still in testing, but soon enough it'll be out and he'll take that and he's just have to worry about fleas."