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Ch02 :: Mudbloods and Murmurs ||Teen Marauders||
1st year
Mid-September

It was only a couple weeks into the school year when Stiles learned the painful truth of being a muggle-born sorted into house Slytherin.
“Hey! Stop it!”
Scott’s voice resounded through the hallway, causing the older Slytherins to look at the short first-year Hufflepuff calling them out on their aggression. Scott felt like hiding from their intimidating stares, but he took a few steps forward and held his chin up high.
“If you don’t leave him alone-“
“Oh look it’s a Hufflepuff!” The bulkiest Slytherin called out, cracking his knuckles menacingly. “What are you going to do, huh? Tattle on us? You’d have to be able to outrun us in order to do that.”
“Scott, you don’t have to be here-“ Stiles began but was quickly silenced when one of the Slytherins kicked him in the stomach.
Scott swallowed hard. He glanced down at the crumpled heap on the floor that was Stiles,
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Ch01 :: From Platform 9 3/4 ||Teen Marauders||
1st Year
August 31st

“Hey, can I sit in here with you?”
“Sure...there’s plenty of room.”
When Stiles Stilinski entered the booth and sat across from him, Scott had no idea he would quickly become his best friend. Scott shyly offered him a small smile, then avoided eye contact by staring out the window.
But the other kid would not shut up.
“Ooooh man I’m so nervous! But I’m so excited!! This is insane. This is all craaaazy! But it’s all so real, you know? I can’t exactly deny anything. But at the same time I have no idea if I’m dreaming all of this and I’m just doing some crazy sleepwalking episode again and my dad is going to wonder why I’m making a sandwich in the kitchen at three in the morning.”
Scott chuckled softly as he brought his attention to the kid who decided to sit with him. “You sleepwalk?”
He scoffed. “Yeah. Quite a lot. In fact, that’s partially the r
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Ch24 :: Mens Rea ||Not All Pain Heals||
“Wait Scott NO!” Lydia jumped to her feet to stand between him and Stiles.
“I need to heal him, he’s dying!”
“If you make him transform right now, who knows what will happen to his neck.” Lydia spilt the words out quickly as the tears fell down her crimson stained face. “If anything, you need to heal Garrett so he can heal Stiles. At this point, taking away pain or transforming him so he can heal faster isn’t going to save Stiles.”
“Are you saying that as Lydia, or as a banshee?” Scott asked worriedly.
“Both.” Her lips were tight, her eyes wide. “I feel lots of death in this room, and there’s not many here left standing.”
“Is Stiles even still alive?” Scott looked at the gashes in his friend’s neck and the stillness of his chest, his voice cracking.
Lydia fell to her knees and pressed her head against his chest to listen to a heartbeat, to feel somet
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Ch23 :: Animus Nocendi ||Not All Pain Heals||
 Stiles…there is only one way to save her…
“I can’t - I can’t -” His breathing came in heavy as he sunk to his knees, his gasps quick and shallow. “I can’t see - I can’t see anything!!
 Calm down, will it away with your mind.
“I CAN’T!!” Stiles stared off at nothing in particular, his gaze troubled. “I can’t even transform! I’m useless - I’m - I’m dying!”
 Not exactly.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Void paused a moment, letting out a small sigh. So long as you’re near me, you won’t die.
Stiles furrowed his brows in confusion. “How - does that work?”
 Embodiment of chaos, remember? And that’s what you feed of off. What I am to you is what a billion watts are to your thunder kitsune friend.
“So you’re a storehouse of energy?”
 Of chaos. Yes.
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Ch22 :: Contract ||Not All Pain Heals||
Stiles never thought he would be pleased to see Garret naked.
But it meant something was finally going right.
“Thank god! You’re-” Stiles flustered at the sight of Garret crouched on the ground, breathing heavily from the transformation. “You should- I’m going to go get you some pants.”
Once Garret was clothed, he remained on the ground, leaning up against a wall of Derek’s loft. He stared at his hands, limp in his lap, as if he thought he would never see them again.
“So how’d you do it?” Stiles inquired, sitting on the ground across from him. “I know you didn’t do it by eating something raw like I did-”
“I thought of Violet.” Even though Garret cut Stiles off, his voice was weak and broken, his eyes reflecting such misery.
Stiles was quiet a moment, his gaze finding contact with the ground. “I’m sorry we couldn’t save her.”
“It’s alright. There’s nothing
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Ch21 :: Almost ||Not All Pain Heals||
Stiles awoke to a stinging pain that wracked his whole system, setting his nerves on fire and causing his bones to ache. The panic shifted his systems into overdrive as he bolted onto all fours, panting frantically as he moved around wildly, realizing he was confined, trapped.
He was trapped and bleeding to death.
"Would you calm down? You’re freaking me out." Came a subtle voice from his left, and when Stiles looked he saw Garrett in a cage next to him, lounging on his side like a calm house cat, but his lips were curled back in a sneer.
Stiles laid down with a wince as he tried to regulate his breathing. After a minute he succeeded, but he was uncertain he could ever get his heart to stop aching at a thousand miles an hour. “What happened? Where are we?”
Garrett released a noise that sounded like a sigh. “Animal control. They pulled out that arrow for you. It’s actually a good thing they caught us, because the alternative would have been the hunters you
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Ch01 :: Premonition ||Steel to Rust||
It was unforgivable. 
 He was my friend! He was my brother! He said he would do something, something to save me, but in the end all he did was betray me!
The wounds ran deep as the pain seared fervently down a recess shrouded in darkness. The burns trenched in a black cruelty where salvation could never be found. The offense was too personal.
It was too much to even fathom.
 Scott McCall nearly killed me. 
 It’s time he understood my pain.
Time stood still in manifestation.
There was no going back.
 I can’t go back! I can’t erase my mistake! What have I done? How will I ever be able to fix this?? My best friend…I’ve ruined everything, and there’s no one to blame but myself. How could I let this happen?!
The guilt sunk heavily in the depths of his marrow, the burden weighing in the heart like a stone. The horrifying realization struck hotter than lightning, that nothing could ever be th
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Ch20 :: Tiebreaker ||Not All Pain Heals||
"I hate this."
"What?" Scott asked. "The game, or the dead pool?"
"Both." Stiles groaned. "Why the hell are we playing a lacrosse game, when we should be running as far away from Beacon Hills as we can? How about we go live in Canada for a while? There’s no assassins up there."
"You and I just need to make sure Liam doesn’t get killed tonight. It should be doable. Those assassins sounded like they weren’t going to try and go after us."
"Yeah but what if a sniper happens to be in sight of the lacrosse field and he has an arsenal of wolfsbane darts, if a bullet through your head doesn’t kill you first?"
"You can be so pessimistic at times, Stiles."
"I prefer the term realist.” He said only half-angry. “I just feel like we need to have all our bases covered and be prepared for anything…the problem is, there’s no way we canprepare for any of this…”
"There’s a lot of things we could never prepare for, Stiles
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Ch19 :: Switching It Up ||Not All Pain||
"Stiles…Stiles!" Lydia groaned loudly as she tried dragging Stiles away from the crowd of confused students, pulling him by the wrists. She muttered under her breath, "Why do you have to be unconscious right now?"
As if he heard her, Stiles awoke with a strained gasp as if he just breached the surface of water. He grasped her arms with a ferocity, his arms turning black and eyes piercing teal for a moment before he lost consciousness again. Lydia released a gasp before she fell over as well.
Opening his eyes with a moan, Stiles sat up to have confusion slam into his brain with a violent force. He was looking down at his own body, collapsed on the grass on top of Lydia’s legs, but when he brought up his hands to find they were a lot smaller than he remembered, he looked down and dropped his jaw.
"SCOTT!!"
Except when he called for his best friend, his voice was that of Lydia’s.
He was somehow controlling Lydia.
He pulled his legs out from under his body (which was weir
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1st year
Mid-September






It was only a couple weeks into the school year when Stiles learned the painful truth of being a muggle-born sorted into house Slytherin.

“Hey! Stop it!”

Scott’s voice resounded through the hallway, causing the older Slytherins to look at the short first-year Hufflepuff calling them out on their aggression. Scott felt like hiding from their intimidating stares, but he took a few steps forward and held his chin up high.

“If you don’t leave him alone-“

“Oh look it’s a Hufflepuff!” The bulkiest Slytherin called out, cracking his knuckles menacingly. “What are you going to do, huh? Tattle on us? You’d have to be able to outrun us in order to do that.”

“Scott, you don’t have to be here-“ Stiles began but was quickly silenced when one of the Slytherins kicked him in the stomach.

Scott swallowed hard. He glanced down at the crumpled heap on the floor that was Stiles, then returned his eyes to the bullies. “Just leave and I won’t tell anyone. No more people have to get hurt.”

One of the bullies strode over to Scott and picked him up by the neck of his robes. “How about I teach you to keep your little Hufflepuff nose out of other peoples’ business.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Scott muttered with a tremble in his voice.

“Enlighten me as to why I shouldn’t.”

“I’m Scott McCall.”

The Slytherin stilled a moment before releasing Scott with a frown. “You’re the minister’s son?”

“Yeah. And imagine what he would do if he found out some jerks were beating up his son’s best friend.”

The hallway remained silent as time stretched by slowly. Finally, the Slytherin closest to Scott answered, “Fine. Just remember your daddy won’t be able to save you from everything.” With that, the bullies left, and Scott rushed over to Stiles, kneeling on the ground next to him.

“Oh gosh, Stiles, what happened? Why’d they beat you up? Don’t you know not to pick fights with older students?” He knew his friend was full of sarcasm and sass which got him into trouble more often than not.

Stiles slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, his arms shaking, then leaned up against the wall with a half sigh, half moan of pain. Blood trailed from his mouth and a cut traveled along his cheekbone. His voice was raspy and muddled from the blood. “Apparently being a mudblood and a Slytherin isn’t a good mix.”

“Mudblood? What does that even-“

“I’m muggle-born. It’s apparently…” His breaths were shallow as he spoke, “…a derogatory term, mudblood. Because the blood isn’t magical, it’s tainted…and people like me shouldn’t even be here.”

“That’s not true, Stiles.” Scott’s dark eyes were troubled. “Stuff like that doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to a good majority of students, it would seem.” Stiles coughed, then groaned. “I think I broke a rib or two…”

“We should get you to a hospital wing…do you think you can stand?”

“Personally, I just kind of want to lay here and die.”

Scott furrowed his brows, more in concern than frustration. “Well I won’t allow that.”

“Why do you care?” Stiles’ voice suddenly cut as cold as ice. “You don’t even know me. And why would someone like you possibly want to help someone like me?”

Scott’s mouth gaped as he was dumbstruck by Stiles’ sudden change in demeanor, but his voice came through firm. “Because you cared about me. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”

“What do you…”

“On the train.” Scott explained. “You sat next to me when no one else would.”

Stiles’ warm eyes softened, his mouth faintly curving into a smile. “And your dad is apparently the minister of magic?”

Scott groaned. “Why would you choose to bring that up now?”

“Just an observation.” Stiles sighed. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“What do you mean?”

Stiles stared up at the ceiling as his eyes began to water, his voice fractured. “This. All of this. I don’t belong in this house, I don’t belong in this school, I don’t even belong in this- this world of magic! I’m just a- a glitch in the system, I’m an abomination. I’m not meant to be here.”

Scott silently watched Stiles close his eyes, letting the tears fall as he winced in agony. “Stiles…you told me on the train that you were moving objects with your mind when you sleepwalked…sleptwalked..." He shook his head. "Anyway, you may not know this, but that is not common. Certainly, all magical children show some signs of using magic before they turn eleven, but it’s usually accidental and because of fear or anger, but you were using intentional wandless magic, and while unconscious at that!”

Stiles looked over at Scott with bloodshot eyes, his brows lowered and mouth gaping in awe. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you have crazy potential.” Scott laughed. “And it means that people like you…you definitely belong here, no matter what kind of blood you have.”

Stiles stared at him as he let that sink in, his eyes slowly becoming hopeful. “Thanks.”

“Hold on, let’s get you healed.” Scott whipped out his wand, and was about to speak but Stiles cut him off.

“Waaaait wait wait wait – do you even know any healing spells?”

“My mom’s a nurse at St. Mungo’s. She taught me a few tricks.”

Stiles side-eyed him for a moment, glancing down at the wand suspiciously.

“It’ll be fine! Trust me. I don’t think your ribs are broken either, but possibly fractured.”

“How can you tell?”

“I had the best teacher.” Scott smiled. “Now hold still.” He waved his wand intricately. “Episkey.”

With a strangled yelp from Stiles and a cracking sound from his ribs, he doubled over then looked at Scott in wonder. He poked his side as if it weren’t his own flesh. “Maaan that is so weird. It’s like you gave me new ribs.”

“Magic is kind of cool sometimes.” Scott said with a grin.

“You mean magic is kind of cool always!” Stiles laughed, the movement no longer hurting. “Thanks Scott…for…for everything.”

“It’s nothing, Stiles. I’m glad to help my friends.”

At the mention of friends, Stiles slowly formed a warm smile upon his lips. “Me too.”

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Thank you for watching! :wave: 
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I found you through WinterBun, and I just love your work! Especially the Zootopia crossovers. Those crack me up!!
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Hi Ivi, thankyou so much for the fav! :-)
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My pleasure!
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