Teen Wolf at Hogwarts

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***

- Allison! Allison, please wake up,' someone was shaking Argent by the shoulder, calling the girl's name loudly. Yawning, Allison sat up and rubbed her eyes, opening one eye a few moments later and being surprised to find Cora beside her. Hale, clearly relieved, exhaled and covered her eyes for a moment, 'One more time you lie there like that and ignore me and I swear I'll kill you.

- Merlin, I'm sorry,' Allison realised what the girl might have been thinking and felt her eyes widen finally, 'Is it morning already? What are you waking me up for?

- I told you, you need to keep an eye on the others. Now you get dressed and we go round the hall. Look at the clothes now. Somehow I think that's what this is about. I have no idea how I got that feeling, but it's there. So don't argue and get up, you've already scared me enough.

- Are you worried about me? - Argent smiled, taking off her nightgown and looking for a new shirt.

- You won't be,' Cora grinned and headed for the door.

Soon Allison was standing next to Hale, and the girls looked at each other and walked alongside their sleeping mates. Looking over their quiet faces Argent thought that she could possibly lose one of them tonight. She wasn't prepared. Too much worry had been heaped on her and the rest of the boys untouched by the curse over the past few days. No one was even sure if it was a damn curse and not an epidemic or something.

- Almost everyone in t-shirts and jean shorts. Three people in full pyjamas, one in a shirt. Look at the colour now,' Cora told her after a few minutes and walked back.

Allison, frowning, nodded and walked in the other direction. She had no idea why Cora thought the curse had to do with clothes, but she was glad to be doing something. The worst feeling in the world was being helpless. Not being able to take action when something happens. Just watching people close to you suffer. Allison was willing to do anything she could to make it worthwhile.

- Almost everyone in grey,' After a few minutes, the girls converged back in the centre of the Hall, 'Three in blue and blue. Two in yellow. One in green. Scott in black. The rest, I say, are in grey.

- How does that help us? - Allison sighed, glancing round at all her friends and stopping at Liam, 'What does it do?

- If I haven't missed it, it could be that the curse works through the type or colour of clothing. If it paralyses those in shirtsleeves today, then the curse reacts to that. If it's those in yellow, it's reacting to that.

- Cora, tell me, do you know some kind of spell that works along those lines, or what? - Allison shifted her focused gaze to the girl, -Please tell me. I'm with you now. Please,' Cora seemed to think for a second, and then nodded, pressing her lips together.

- 'Yes,' the girl nodded, 'Yes, there is such a curse. It's a very ancient magic, so I'm not sure I've chosen the right outcome yet. Everything is activated by the coincidence of something. Like the colour of the clothes. The way it looks. A person's behaviour. The colour of the eyes.

- So that's why you were asking about the similarities between Malia and Heather,' Allison guessed.

- Yes,' Hale nodded, 'And now we have to wait. Allison, if we don't get to this problem tonight, we'll be sent home. We have to,' the girls nodded to each other and went to their bunks, agreeing to meet in a few hours, after everyone had woken up. Then they would know who had been hit by the curse this time. And Allison didn't know if they'd be able to change things before tonight.

***

- I'm telling you, she didn't answer! - Stiles exhaled irritably. It was now breakfast time and Will and Stiles were heading down to the Hall, hoping to meet Lydia there, who today, having already ignored two apologies from Stiles, hadn't even spoken to the Slytherin himself.

- 'So, apologise some more,' Will frowned, 'Until she backs off. You piss me off when you don't talk. You ask how she's doing, she asks how you're doing. If this goes on for one more day, I'm gonna drop dead.

- Did she ask how I was doing? - Stiles was smiling so wide it looked like he was about to crack something. With a wary glance at his friend, Will decided he'd rather not answer that question.

- 'Apologise all day today,' the Slytherin said instead, 'Stay close to her. Make conversation, help her, keep her away from her... - Will didn't get a chance to finish as someone came up to them and hugged Stiles. The Slytherin raised his eyebrows in surprise, noting to himself that it wasn't Lydia at all.

- Hi,' Stiles smiled as if it was Martin, 'I'd like you to meet my friend Will.

- Nice to meet you, Will. I'm Eleanor,' the girl held out her palm to the Slytherin, which he shook with a slight delay, still in some semblance of shock.

- How long have you two known each other? - Will honestly tried to remember when Stilinski had made a new friend, but he couldn't.

- Less than twenty-four hours,' she shrugged. The next moment her face lit up with a smile, and Will gulped and opened his eyes wide, 'Stiles, I'll come to you at lunch, okay? It's just that Adelaide asked me to help her with the history of magic and the structures of the magical community right now, so I have to run. I'll see you around,' the girl smiled at both boys in turn and walked off ahead.

- Um,' Will stammered, still wondering what was going on, "Wow," the Slytherin finally exhaled, shifting his shocked gaze to Stiles, 'When did you get here? And how did you two even meet? You were a mess last night. How?

- I was, you're right,' Stiles nodded, 'I met her by chance on the top floor. She was sitting alone. So I went up. That's all,' Stiles shrugged, walking into the Hall and immediately looking for the redhead. When he found her, Stiles walked confidently towards his best friend, throwing a smile at Adelaide and Eleanor, who were already sitting at their table, 'Lydia, I'm so sorry for everything. I'm a complete arsehole with absolutely no brains. I don't watch my tongue when I'm angry. I don't watch it at all, but not with you. That was stupid. You can ignore me, as I deserve it, but just please don't hate me. I need you so badly. I can't take it if you hate me, okay? So just,' Stiles waved his hands uncertainly, 'Just forgive me.

For a few seconds, Stilinski just stared at Lydia, who squinted back at him. Then, with a sigh, the boy turned and walked briskly out of the hall. His appetite was completely gone. The look in his head was imprinted in the green eyes. Searing, full of resentment. Stiles would rather just go to class now, study all damn day, and go to Eleanor's meeting. He and the girl had agreed to meet in the evening in the same corridor and discuss what Stilinski had already read. The boy had only finished one story, the one in which the cat wore boots. Stiles still didn't understand the meaning, but he sure liked it. Maybe he could even take Will with him tonight. He was kind of enjoying Elle's company. Then Adelaide would come too. And Stiles could finally come to his senses, talking normally to people.

But Stiles knew he couldn't. Not without Lydia. The boy pushed open the door to the Potions room and plumped tiredly at the far table. Martin would sit with Ivan, since they always had that class adjacent to Durmstrang. Sighing, Stiles regretted that Elle wasn't studying with him and couldn't spend this hour next to him right now.

Ivan came in a few minutes later and sat down where Stiles usually sat. Sighing, Stilinski dropped his head on his bent arms and closed his eyes. It was better to let him fall asleep and wake up in an hour. And there's already ancient magic combined with Beauxbaton. Stiles wasn't sure what course Elle was on, but he hoped they were the same age - that way they'd at least be in a few classes together.

The boy's train of thought was interrupted by the table shaking slightly and the chair next to it creaking. Expecting to see Will or Brett, Stiles raised his head and opened his mouth, looking shocked at his best friend. She was pulling things out of her bag as if nothing had happened, clucking her tongue in her own manner. Unbelieving his happiness, Stiles finally straightened up and just stared at his friend, not knowing what to do. Eventually Lydia, having retrieved everything she needed from her bag, set her burden aside and shifted her gaze to her friend. The fact that there was no more resentment or anger in it made Stiles smile even wider.

- Have you forgiven me? - he exhaled, realising he wouldn't be able to stop smiling for another two hours.

- You're a jerk, of course, but I need you, too, so,' Lydia shrugged, opening a book, "Especially," she held up a finger, 'Something is going to happen very, very soon, so I couldn't make you feel lonely.

- What's going to happen? - Stiles asked with interest.

- Actually, if you haven't forgotten, your birthday,' Lydia laughed, tilting her head back slightly. Stiles thought it odd at first that she didn't cover her mouth with the palm of her hand, but then, with a shake of his head, the boy pushed those thoughts away.

- Do you remember when my birthday is? - Stiles marvelled.

- We discussed it at the end of that year, in case you've forgotten,' the redhead reminded him, flipping the page, 'And yes, I do remember when your birthday is. You were still pissing me off enough that year that I didn't think to congratulate you. This year, I don't know if it's fortunate, you're my best friend, and I owe you congratulations.

- You do realise I'm not going to rest until my birthday, right? - Stiles sighed. Lydia nodded cheerfully in response and smiled as Stilinski whimpered softly.

Stilinski felt as if his ability to breathe, to think, to live had returned to him. He sat in silence for the entire lesson, just looking at Lydia and absorbing every movement and look. If he ever let himself say something like that again, he would never forgive himself. Stiles decided to tell her about his meeting with Eleanor over lunch, deciding it was best not to take any chances at first. And it turned out to be a very, very good decision.

***

Allison and Cora were completely confused. Four people were paralysed - three dressed in blue and one little girl wearing a yellow shirt. Not a single item matched. She was dressed differently than these three. She was younger than them. Nothing matched! Allison literally wanted to cry with despair.

- But it should have worked! - She whispered to Cora, who was sitting on the floor, staring at the stretcher.

- So I was wrong,' Hale shrugged.

- How can you be so calm? - 'Cora, we couldn't do it. We didn't help. We were wrong.

- There's nothing more we can do, Allison,' Hale cut her off and got to her feet, 'It was the only way out. It didn't pay off. We're going home. That's all,' the Slytherin waved her arms to her sides and walked away. Sighing, Allison dropped her head onto her bent arms.

She was seriously hoping that she and Cora had found a way out of this situation. Hope flooded her, and Allison hadn't even considered that anything could go wrong. Damn fate had decreed otherwise, and now Argent would be forced to return home, leaving Malia here. Smacking her palm on her knee irritably, the girl shifted her gaze to the very little girl that had caused their plan to not work.

The little girl was a freshman at Hufflepuff. Covered eyes, pouty lips and cheeks that had two palms tucked under them. Her blonde hair was strewn across the pillow - the blue barrette had fallen off her head and now lay a few inches away from her mistress. Examining the girl once more, Allison's eyes went wide. Jumping to her feet, the girl rushed over to Cora, who was zipping up her suitcase. Without saying anything, the Gryffindor grabbed the Slytherin by the arm and dragged her towards the girl, stopping only a few metres away and pointing a finger at her head.

- 'Cora,' the girl sighed convulsively, trying to regain her breath, 'Cora, she has a blue barrette. Cora, it's blue,' the girl opened her eyes, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were inexplicably coming, 'Cora, we got it. We can help. We were right.

- Wait, don't talk,' Hale put her hand out in front of her and squatted down next to the baby, 'Are you sure she was on top of her last night and not just lying there? It's very important.

- It was on her during the morning rounds, I'm telling you,' Allison nodded. Cora nodded and got to her feet, walking over to the brunette, 'Write to Lydia about it and have her and Stiles and Will look into it. Hogwarts might not have any information about it. Have them ask the students of Durmstrang, since they have an advanced study of dark magic. And then you and I will have to think about it. Understood? - Hale lifted the corners of her lips as she nodded in the affirmative, 'Fine. And remember, you can't tell any of the elders, it'll make a fuss. We'll manage on our own.

With those words the girl disappeared down the corridor. Allison nodded and rushed off to write a letter to her best friend. Hope flooded her again, but only this time mixed with confidence in the rightness of what was happening. Grinning to herself, Argent began to summarise what she knew.

***

Lydia, sitting on a bench in the corridor on the first floor, was leafing through a book on elemental magic. There was no word from Hogwarts yet, so Martin gave herself a moment's respite and decided to help Marzia. The girl was still preoccupied with preparations for the Tournament, and none of the Champions still knew anything about the first stage. Of course, everyone already knew that the elements would be involved, but there was still no specifics. And when it was about ten minutes before class started, a dishevelled Will appeared in the corridor. Lydia glanced worriedly at Stiles and pointed at her friend with a nod of her head.

- Will, little brother, are you okay? - Stiles was immediately on his feet, nervously clutching the strap of his backpack with his fingers.

- Girls,' Will sighed heavily, trying to catch his breath, 'The girls seem to have figured out the cause of the curse. If we don't find a way to lift it, they'll be sent home tomorrow.

- What should we do? - Lydia asked, putting the book away and getting to her feet.

- Ell said we need to find information. Cora called it a combining curse. If she was wrong, then we need to look for something with those properties. She said you should know what it is.

- And she was right,' Lydia nodded, 'It's serious stuff, but I don't know what the counterspell is. What do you have now? - The redhead turned to the Slytherin.

- Potions. I don't care at all. Cora said she needs our help, so it's my duty to help,' he said firmly. Lydia smiled faintly at his words regarding the younger Hale. Turning to Stiles, the redhead frowned.

- What should we do? I could ask Ivan, but we're not on a co-op with them right now, we're on a co-op with Beauxbaton.

- You're not the only one who has foreign friends,' Stiles smiled and, turning his head, folded his arms in a hollow voice, 'Elle, we need help! - shouted Stilinski. The girl, who was standing at the other end of the corridor, immediately popped her head up from her book and nodded, taking Adelaide with her as well.

- What's wrong? - The Sharmbaton asked, stopping beside Lydia and crossing her arms over her chest. Martin regarded the girl for a few seconds, then nodded faintly to herself.

- 'I'm sorry, I don't know your name. We need some help.

- Eleanor. I think I asked what it was,' she frowned, turning her gaze to Lydia, 'I think I asked what it was.

- We need to leave,' Will intervened hastily, his skin feeling the tension, 'We have to go and do something. Eleanor, please help us.

- Shall we cover you? - Adelaide clarified.

- Exactly,' Stiles nodded.

- No problem,' Eleanor shrugged. Stiles immediately hugged her, at which she laughed, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand of course, 'It's clear by the look of you that you're in a hurry and worried. Go on. We'll cover you. I swear.

- Thank you,' Stiles exhaled and, picking up his rucksack, rushed after Lydia. Will, smiling, nodded to the charmbatons and hurried after her.

- Strange that girl, isn't she? - Adelaide smiled.

- 'Nothing strange,' Eleanor shrugged, 'I came into Stiles' life while they were fighting. Merlin, you would have reacted the same way. We're going to be friends. We'll be friends tonight,' she smiled and went back to her book, ignoring her friend's rolling eyes.

***

- So many things,' Will sighed, trying to pull the one he needed right now out of the stack of books.

- Merlin, my fingers are tingling with excitement,' Lydia admitted, writing down everything that was in any way similar to their situation.

They'd been sitting in the library for two hours. They literally didn't give a damn about classes or anything. All three of them knew what they were going to get first from Sonia and Derek, then from Dumbledore, and then from Marzia. But it was worth it. Even the thought that they could help back home made all three of them feel necessary, needed, irreplaceable. So no one even thought about going to any lessons that no one needed right now.

Stiles took on books about curses in general. He was looking for things that matched what they had in symptoms. Will was searching for historical data. Lydia was looking for a counterspell. For the first few hours they frantically leafed through books, hastily transcribing information. By the third hour, they were much calmer and more confident in ferreting out what they needed, collating everyone's information, and discussing. At the fourth hour doubt settled in Lydia, but she did not let it grow and simply forgot about this feeling, remembering only at the fifth hour. They had missed all their lessons and lunch. No one was looking for them, and that was good, but now the boys realised that they were not omnipotent. Time was limited, and even if there was something in this library about a combining spell, they might not find it.

At the sixth hour, they got lucky. It wasn't really luck, but it was luck nonetheless. Stiles, carrying a stack of unwanted books, tripped and bumped his shoulder on a shelf hanging on the wall-Will was honestly trying not to laugh. Naturally, he dropped his entire stack, and the books scattered. Among them was a new one that had fallen from the same unfortunate shelf that Stiles seemed to hate and love at the same time. The cover was plain grey, and that was what caught Lydia's attention - all the previous books had been mottled, almost iridescent. Whether by some great coincidence, or whether the principle of how karma works is really real, but it turned out to be the very same book.

Cora had been right, it was a sub-species of the matching spell that worked when people had something in common. Apparently, in their case it was clothes.

- So, - A few minutes later the boys were writing a letter to England, and Lydia was dictating the conclusion to her friends, - The activation was due to the blue in the clothes. That's what caused the Clawmen to become completely paralysed right at the beginning! - Lydia suddenly realised, 'Apparently it also depends on how long and how much blue you wear. Ravenclaw do it every day, it's part of their uniform, and they were the first to go down, even bypassing the unresponsive stage by being paralysed immediately. Then came the rest of them. 'Mal loves blue, she wears it at weekends,' Martin remembered.

- So does Matt,' Stiles nodded.

- So they're all off,' Will summarised, 'But what about the reverse spell?

- They have to find the phrase that activated the spell,' Lydia sighed, "This symbol," she nodded at the picture of a flower in the corner of the letter she had just drawn, 'It has to be redrawn by the person who read the spell.

- What if he's paralysed already? - Stiles asked fearfully.

- I don't know,' Lydia admitted honestly, 'But it has to be done before tonight, or there's no fixing it.

- Understood,' Will nodded and started writing down everything Lydia had said before.

- It could be anyone,' Martin sighed, turning to Stiles, who was sitting at her side, 'And a paralysed person too.

- Leeds,' Stiles shook her shoulder and handed her a piece of paper, 'It says here that the person who reads it remains untouchable. So he's not paralysed. The only other option is that the person has left the castle.

- Yeah, and that's no better than paralysed,' Will sighed.

***

Allison was almost dying of happiness and impatience when Lydia's owl arrived. Beautiful, snow-white, beloved and so long awaited now. To Tyler, Cora and Allison decided to tell, and as it turned out, for good reason. He kept the girls away from everything for the day, buying time when they needed it, trying not to keep them busy, but keeping them busy, knowing what they were thinking. In the end, when the letter came, he was almost jumping for joy himself. When the guys found out that there was finally a way out of the situation, Ty wondered.

- We won't be able to do it ourselves in a short time, - admitted the guy, ruffling the hair on the back of his neck and turning to Chloe, who already knew everything, - Chloe, what do you think?

- We should go to the faculty whether you want to or not. They'll do a debriefing. All of them at once. We'd have to go to each one. And we don't know if we'll get an answer.

- She's right,' Isaac admitted.

- Then that's what we do. There's no time,' Cora said and headed for the teacher's desk. To the surprise of all the Gryffindors and the Puffindu, the girl did not turn to Snape, but to Minerva, who immediately started listening to the Slytherin with her lips pressed together.

She was shocked, and that shocked everyone else. If McGonagall was surprised, the matter was more than serious. After a moment, Cora came back to them and sat silently next to Allison, sighing convulsively. Allison raised her hand and looked questioningly at the Slytherin. The latter seemed to hesitate for a second, but then relinquished the hug with a brief shake of her head.

McGonagall stood up from the table and called everyone to order, asking them to sit down - it was quicker than usual, as there were five times less people than usual. After waiting a moment, the woman spoke, quietly but clearly enunciating each word.

- This is a matter of the utmost importance, so there isn't even time to discuss the matter,' she said, 'I'm going to ask everyone to try and remember all the events of the last few weeks at Hogwarts. Has anyone read anything in ancient Latin? Books? Excerpts? And no, not on purpose. Any excerpts of text that happened to fall into your hands?

There was silence in the room for a few moments. Everyone, even Allison, tried to remember if anything had happened, but no one could. Whispers went around the hall. Everyone really wanted to help, but they couldn't. And just when everyone seemed to have given up hope, suddenly Liam was on his feet. The boy didn't look scared at all, no. He looked like he realised the importance of the situation. As if he knew he was going to save lives.

- Me, Professor,' the boy said. His voice didn't even waver, and Allison mentally promised herself to hug him to death if it worked, 'I've been reading. The night Malia forgot her books in the library, I went to get them during dinner, and there was a sheet of paper. I read it, but then I realised it wasn't hers, so I put it away.

- Was there something drawn on it? - Tyler asked, just to be sure.

- Yes,' the boy nodded, 'A flower.

- That's it,' Allison exhaled, automatically squeezing Cora's shoulder, who only grimaced slightly.

- Can you remember what it said? - Hale asked.

- I can barely read it,' he frowned, but then exclaimed, 'Let me find it! Merlin, I know where it is! I put it between the books in the fifth compartment of the third section. Please, can I look there? If it would help, may I?

- Alone? - Tyler frowned worriedly, getting to his feet, -Not at a time like this. You might help, but you don't need to go alone right now.

- Mr Brook, you'd better stay here,' McGonagall said suddenly, and Liam ran out of the hall with a nod.

- Professor? - Tyler shifted his perplexed gaze to the woman, frowning.

- Magic is a subtle thing. Dark magic is even more subtle. If its terms are violated, things can go wrong. Mr Dunbar read the spell alone, and alone he must do it again. We are powerless now. So all we can do is sit and wait.

***

- You're the only one who could have got yourself into this mess, Liam,' the freshman muttered to himself as he ran past the Char office and almost hit the wall in front of the library archway, 'Section five, section three. Fifth bay, third section. Section five-- That's it! - exclaimed the boy and pulled out the unfortunate sheet of paper. Following Lydia's instructions, the boy touched the small flower in the corner of the page with his finger and swallowed hard, translating his gaze to the gnarled letters folded into ancient Latin, 'Blue hostes, somno, et defectum in tenebris, lux creaturae*,' the boy stammered as he read the gnarled line and felt his fingers begin to tingle, 'It worked,' the boy exhaled, smiling happily.

Turning round a hundred and eighty degrees, the Gryffindor found the fireplace and threw the sheet into the fire, literally enjoying watching it burn to the ground. Smiling, Liam rushed back to the Hall, promising himself never to read anything in a language he didn't recognise again.

***

- They did it,' Stiles said, grinning from ear to ear as he held up the letter with trembling hands.

- The spell will end at midnight. The boys will be awake by morning. Everything will be back to normal,' Lydia said with a relaxed sigh.

They were sitting on the window sill on the fourth floor, waiting for Will and Eleanor. For joy, Martin, having barely learnt about saving Hogwarts, had hugged her too after Stiles. After that, the girls really developed a relationship, and Stiles even seemed to feel jealous. The girls talked about the books they were interested in - Elle seemed amazed at how much Martin knew. Lydia, on the other hand, was amazed at Eleanor's knowledge. Both were smart as hell, and now Stilinski could barely understand what they were saying. In ten minutes they were already engaged in a dialogue about how ugly it had been for Bulgaria twenty years ago to abolish the reform regarding unemployed werewolves.

- I'm so happy now,' Stiles admitted sincerely, tilting his head back and watching Lydia with a smile, 'Everything's peaceful, isn't it?

- Yes,' she smiled, looking into his eyes.

A few minutes later Eleanor, Adelaide and Will arrived. They brought a pile of food and books with them. Lydia and Elle were at the peak of happiness when Stiles and Will began to read from their roles. In that hallway, the boys stayed until late afternoon. Through the full-wall windows and glass ceiling, they had a perfect view of the sunset and the castle's surroundings. It wasn't until the clock struck one o'clock in the morning, and Elle and Lydia's eyes were nearly closing every second, that the boys decided it was time to go to bed. Agreeing to spend the next evening that way, they parted ways. As they said goodbye, Elle hugged Stiles and Will again, but stopped in front of Lydia. The girls looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, smiled sincerely and hugged each other. Stiles felt as if several tonnes were disappearing from his shoulders.

- I'll be picking out the books tomorrow,' Eleanor smiled.

- You can't wait,' Lydia laughed.

Martin fell asleep so happy for the first time in this castle. Her two best friends were safe at last, and she also seemed to have found a third. Could the start of the year have been better? Probably not.

***

The next morning, all the paralysed people woke up. As it turned out, they remembered nothing at all. All they knew was that they'd fallen asleep, but no one knew what happened afterwards.

Pete and Tyler had brought in some creamy beer out of nowhere. The Gryffindor had been up all night that day, and by morning he could barely move around the castle. But the professors were blatantly oblivious to this (since they weren't in the best of health themselves). Allison looked after Malia as if she were her own daughter, and Malia worried about Liam, feeling somewhat guilty - Dunbar had run after her books. After a few days, everything was back to normal - those who had gone home were back at Hogwarts again. Lessons resumed. Everyone slept in their bedrooms, not on the floor of the Hall. Everything was fine.

Tyler raced the Quidditch team every day, citing the fact that much was missing. He literally wouldn't let the team leave practice until they said they were already dying and would pass out if they didn't get at least seven hours of sleep in a twenty-four hour period. And then Brooke, like a caring mother, sent everyone to bed, and in the morning forbade them to get up, telling them to sleep some more - and no one minded.

Now everyone felt truly at home, as it was supposed to be at Hogwarts.