The wand and the wooden bat

This is a quick chapter. Enjoy. 

This takes place 4 months ago as the war was happening. 

April 29th 

Sourwolf,

We have made our way to Hogwarts castle. This may be the end of the war. And the end of my letters. We don't have an army of experienced wizards and witches. We have children. Most of which have returned home. 

So much has happened in the last few months since I contacted you last July. A lot I wish to be buried with me after this war. 

Voldemort has over 200 disciples and 50 magical creatures. We have the order of the Phoenix and 50 or so students. I will be fighting on the front line alongside Harry and Ron and should I die it will be for a cause greater than we could imagine. 

I have the element if surprise. To them I am a mudblood and nothing but the dirt they have elves scrape off their shoes but I am so much more than that. I will win this war for me, for Harry, for the Weasleys and most importantly for every Hale there Is or was. 

What I'm trying to say to you is, goodbye Sourwolf. You are my family and I will miss you loads. Tell your pack about Ron, Harry and I. Only the good stuff please and leave out my bushy hair! 

Tell Peter to break a nail and I will miss him too. Well, kind of. I'll see him in hell sooner or later. The prick. 

Lots of love,

You're cousin,

The lioness. 

He dropped the letter to the ground as if it had burned him. How could his cousin be so stupid. Fighting in a war that was lost many years before her. 

He didnt realise he was crying until he felt the tear run over his lips, he wiped it quickly and put a stoic look on his face and steadied his heart beat to show no emotion. He sighed and pushed open the door to great the pack.

"Ok. Pack meeting today but I'm just going to tell you guys a story. Interrupt me and I'll rip your throat out" 

"With your teeth?" Stiles added sarcastically.

Derek gave a low growl of warning and Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

"Okaayyyy continue" 

The pack sat down on the couches and the floor. Derek sat on his arm chair. Boyd and Erica sat on the love seat, beside them Scott and Isaac were on the couch with Stiles inbetween them. Liam sat with Theo on the smaller couch. Malia, Lydia and Kira were sitting on cushions by Stiles's feet while Corey and Mason lay on the back of Liam's seat. Peter was just standing mysteriously by the fireplace. 

"I got a letter off my cousin-" 

"You got a letter off Hermione? Where is she? Why did she send a letter? Where has she been the last 2 years!?" Peter shouted.

His head shot up from his hands as he walked over to his nephew, his eyes turning bright blue. Derek sighed and handed him the letter to read over.

"Oh how unfortunate. She didnt send me a letter. Huh" he folded the letter and held it in a tight grip before he stalked back over to the mantle piece. 

"Im assuming you're going to tell the runts about her heroic gestures and crap?" The older Hale rolled his eyes. 

"I'm going to honor her. She might not be dead you dont know that. But for now I'm going to tell my pack about the golden trio" 

"What's the golden trio?" 

Everyone turned to Liam. 

"Scott, your beta is as Sharp as a marble"

"Peter. Shut up"

Derek sighed and discretely wiped the little bit of moisture from his eye. No emotion. Sour- grumpy wolf time.

"Let me start. My mother had four siblings. Peter, Sasha and Monica. Sasha is a werewolf. She lives in Florida with her partner. You could never, ever forget Peter no matter how hard you try. Trust me it's pretty much impossible." Peter rolled his eyes.

"And then there was my aunty Monica. She wasnt a werewolf. Some how she didnt even carry the gene. When she was nineteen she moved to England to start a new life. Her and my mother were always very close and visited eachother all the time. Then Monica met a man. Mark Granger. He was very pleasant. Used to give us gifts all the time." He chucked for a second remembering how jealous Peter was of his "other uncle".

"We get it. Uncle Mark gave me this! Uncle Mark told me that! What an amazing guy!" The oldest scoffed. "I'm sorry continue" he waved his hand in a starting gesture.

"When I was four they had a daughter. Aunty Monica was a huge fan of Greek mythology, so they named their daughter 'Hermione'" he smiled before getting interrupted. 

"That's a really pretty name" Stiles whispered.

"She's a very pretty girl" Derek whispered back and they shared a smile. 

"Hermione and I grew up side by side. She was a book worm, and I mean paying extra to get on a flight because she had so many books kind of book worm. Laura used to have the time of her life talking about god knows what with her. I was more sporty but we had one thing in common."

"Can I guess? Please Derek I will not steal any of the labels off your tinned food again. Can I please guess?"  

The grumpy werewolf sighed  angrily at the hyperactive teen.

"No Stiles it's obvious. Both of us wanted to annoy Peter. He always wanted to be that 'cool uncle' but all he did was get us in trouble. We used to play pranks on him. She's very mischievous" 

"You're talking as if she's still alive Derek." 

"SHE'S STILL ALIVE!"

"Well you dont know that do you. You do know what these people are capable of and dare I say she does to? This would lead me to believe that this-" he waved the parchment getting crumpled in his hand "is nothing more than a fairwell"

The room was silent as the two Hales fumed, breathing heavily and standing straight. Derek took a deep breath and sat back down. 

Stiles was rubbing Isaac's arm gently and the werewolf head was buried in his shoulder.

"Sorry Isaac. I'll continue if my uncle is done being so pessimistic. Hermione is strong. She'll be fine."  Peter rolled his eyes but went back to the fireplace. 

"We ended up getting very close in our teen years. Hermione is... gifted. When she was eleven years old she got a letter and she was accepted into a boarding school in the Scottish mountains. It's called Hogwarts. It is a huge castle with a lake and a huge pitch." 

"I want to go there!" Liam spoke up lifting his head from Theo's lap. 

"You don't" Peter scowled. 

"Hermione and I drifted apart. I mean, we were still close but after the Hale fire we lost all contact for two years. We just weren't on the same page again. Well, I just wasnt the same after. When I finally regained my senses to read her letters I was happier than I was in a long time."

"Are we going to ignore how Derek has smiled twice today!? And one of them was to Stiles!?" Malia exclaimed.

"Hush Malia. What did she look like?" Stiles questioned. 

"I haven't seen her since I was eighteen and she was fourteen. But I'll try. She has big brown eyes and She definitely did not have the bushiest, curliest brown hair ever." He chuckled and the pack stared at him confused.

"She told me not to mention it. She used to have buck teeth but then she got cur- braces. Her skin is really pale. Stiles kind of pale and she had a few freckles on her nose."

"And she was tiny. I mean she was really small. Was it 4"11 nephew?" 

Derek choose to ignore him and continue with the story

"She has two friends. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. I don't know much about them but I know Hermione was a mother hen for them. She used to-"

"So basically female Stiles. That's all I'm hearing so far" Scott interrupted.

"My threat from earlier still stands. I will rip your throat out... with my teeth" 

He threw a quick glare at the smiling Stiles and moved on. 

"She told me in the letter to not tell you about any of the bad things that happened during her school years or outside them, and I hate how hard it is to pick out the good things." He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"She was bullied all through her school years. Even before boarding school. I wanted to rip their throats out- moving on, one time in her third year, just after I had started replying to her letters, the caretaker who she and her friends were close withs... dog?..was going to be put down. Her bully was the one who had the dog put down. The bully's name was Draco."

The pack let out a unified giggle. 

"He was disrespecting the dog, buckbeak, and Buckbeak bit him. His father was a highly respected member of the school board and a higher up in a government field so they had the dog to be put down. Hermione was outraged. At the time neither Harry or Ron was speaking to her for some reason, so she had to conduct all the research by herself and give it to Hagrid, the caretaker for the court case. Hagrid lost unfortunately and buckbeak had to be put down."

"Thats so sad. That Duko boy is a menace. His father too" Isaac spat out.

"Oh she brought him down. The trio, who had made up decided to comfort hagrid. On the way they were confronted by Draco and his cronies. Draco said one word wrong and long story short Hermione punched him so hard she broke his nose."

"She sounds cool" Stiles laughed out. 

"She is a character that's for sure. Good arm on her aswell. Once hit me so hard I developed a bruise before my healing could even start." 

"You deserved to be hit Peter. You made fun of her books. That's on you"

Peter grumbled and dramatically turned back around.

"Okay so we all like Hermione. But why exactly are we learning about her life? Not that I mind I'm just glad to be here" Mason added quickly 

"Remember when I said Hermione was special? Well she is at war. Harry Potter is at the centre of it. My cousin couldnt find any other friends and now she is fighting on the front lines. Today is when that battle takes place. I got a letter from her asking me to tell you guys all about her. Only the good stuff and not about her foot wide birds nest of hair." 

Stiles looked confused for a second.

"Does she know any of us? Or I mean, about any of you guys?" 

"Shes known about our pack since it formed. Also she knows you all by name." 

"You talk about us?" Kira asked.

"Yeah. And as much as it pains my soul to tell you all this, Stiles is her favourite person." 

"HA you guys can suck a wad if wolfsbane, I'm Derek's cousins favourite." He did his little dance as everyone laughed.

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When the last of the pack left to go eat at Stiles's house and Peter had left to do whatever psychopaths do, Derek finally had a chance to look over his day. 

He'd spoken more today than he had to every single person in this pack at all. He'd even chuckled! And... it was nice. Usually it was one word answers or his life was a constant secret, but conversations were a nice change.

Now all he has to do is wait for a reply for his letter.

This was the first chapter of "the wand and the wooden bat" I hope you enjoyed. The layout is not good sorry but I am losing the will over here trying to fix it. Slán go fóill