What Led Stiles To Harry
Stiles knew that things were never going to be the same. The Dread Doctors were no longer an issue and Theo was no longer Stiles' problem. Sure it hurt that Malia broke up with him and stopped responding to his messages. And yeah it was hurtful that Scott ignored him even more then he did before. But, those were just coincidences, right? Stiles couldn’t be losing them. Scott and him have been best buddies since forever. Hell they were stuck at the hip for most of their lives that people would ask Stiles where's the rest of him. And beautiful Malia was always one step away. Stiles decided to use the old classic Stilinski way of doing things, ignoring problems till it’ll inevitably blow up in his face.
And what would you know? Things hit the ceiling. Stiles was doing the norm, researching whatever supernatural being that was tormenting Beacon Hills this week. At this point he could spin the wheel of what was killing the townspeople this time. Is it hunters? Argents? Feral werewolves? A new lizard monster? Hell, maybe ghosts are stirring things up this time? All Stiles knew was that he’s tired of these games and just maybe done with being the only one who’s doing research. Lydia was still depressed over Jackson leaving and wouldn’t go near Stiles for any reason. So she’s no help. Scott isn’t booksmart and it just ends up with Stiles wanting to bash his head in if asked one more time, “But, isn’t this the *enter enemy of the weak here*? I don’t think we’ll need violence. Stay here and be safe”. Research is more than just a single search and then going off to find whatever it is to offer kindness.
Overall, Stiles was done being the Pack Mule and just wanted to relax before the looming deadline of college. Sure, Stiles has a pretty good idea on where he wishes to go and it’ll be pretty cheap compared to some other places. Scott’s shooting for this upscale place and that's not even considering the expenses of veterinary school. So it’s likely Stiles won’t be near Scott and who would be there for his dad if Stiles left. Online or even a community college nearby is a better choice than anything. And yet even with these deadlines something else felt wrong. Derek is still no show and isn’t responding to anyone. Erica, Boyd, and Issac left as soon as they could. Besides, why would they help the human?
Except Stiles isn’t exactly human. Not after being possessed by the Void and not after being able to create barriers from mountain ash. It got him wondering where this came from and where it's connected to. Surely not his dad but just maybe something connected to his mom.
Stiles did what he did best and that was research. He consumed hundreds of articles, writings, and personal accounts that would lead him in the correct direction. Stiles had spent many hours with this project to the point where it’s been a week. Scott hadn’t been around nor asked about Stiles once to anyone. The less said about Malia the better. His father on the other hand was wrecked with worry and just so done with Stiles not taking care of himself.
Noah knew it was time to put an end to this. Walking up the stairs that creaked with age, he reached his son's room and knocked, calling out to him.
“Stiles, I’m coming in.”
No response was given but Noah opened the door to see Stiles hunched over his computer with papers littered throughout the room. Several titles had caught Noah’s attention like Polish Ancestry , Celtic Magic , and Polish Mythology. While Noah may not question much this seems to be a time for intervention.
Noah walked over and laid a hand on Stiles' left shoulder, “Son, you’ve been held up here for about a week. I don’t think I’ve seen you shower once during this time. Don’t you think it’s time to take a break?”
Stiles shook his head wildly and waved his hands, “No no no Dad, I’m so close to finding out! Just give me time and I’ve smelt worse before!”
Noah sighed and ran a hand down his face, “Unless you take a shower and have a proper meal the computer will be turned off.”
Stiles squawked and was dragged out of the room.
When coming down the stairs his dad had food out and it looked healthy to a degree.
“Thanks.” Stiles said with a mouth full of food.
Noah nodded and asked, “So, why are you trying to learn about Polish Ancestry?”
Stiles lowered his fork and got a look of grief, “I’m trying to figure out how I can do this sort of magic stuff and I thought well maybe it came from mom's family.”
The room went silent as grief swallowed both of them at the reminder of Claudia Stilinski.
Stiles picked up the conversation again, “I just don’t know what to look for and some of the sources I’ve found make no sense.” Stiles started to get frustrated from the lack of answers.
Noah knew it was time to speak of his deceased wife’s family, “ A reason why you could never find any such information is because your mothers family name wasn’t always Gajos. They once held the name Zamojski. When your great-grandfather Ladislaw Zamojski had moved to the States he had changed his last name to Gajos. I never did get to meet the man but your grandfather always regarded him as odd and how his cat never once left him. I’ve seen the pictures of this animal and if I wasn’t told it was a cat I wouldn’t have believed it. God it looked more like a mountain cat than any house breed. Your mother would tell me stories of that cat and it was strange. I swear even in pictures it was looking into my soul.”
Stiles had an odd look on his face and increasingly more questions. “Do you know why he left Poland or why his name changed?”
Noah dimmed down, “I never once figured that out. But they kept throwing the word Squib around and I was never told what that meant.”
Stiles' eyes got large because at some point he had heard that word before and now it was time to find out where it was from. Excusing himself from the table, he raced upstairs and looked at the Polish Ancestry book.
Flipping through the book he had found the name Zamojski. Not much was given but it was a surprise that it was mentioned at all. The only thing written was that the Family of Zamojski was no longer upheld by elders due to the nature of one Ladislaw Zamojski.
Stiles gulped, wondering what in the world could have caused his great-grandfather to up and leave. Or what had caused the “elders” to no longer recognize the Zamojski.
To the computer once again Stiles went, looking for all sources of Zamojski and whatever Squib had meant. It was nearing 1 am when he struck gold. Old newspaper articles on a forum that he needed a password to access but thankfully it was easy enough to bypass. Stiles' computer was then filled with articles of a sport named Quidditch and how the famous chaser Ladislaw Zamojski had given birth to a Squib.
Stiles leaned back in shock. Not only was there more magic than what he previously knew but also an entire society for it. His great-grandfather wasn’t an awful person but rather was besmirched by this society because he kept his child that did not have magic. He wasn’t banished but rather left to give opportunities to his child.
Stiles now knew what he needed to do. He had to research all he could about this magic to find out how his own comes into play.
Noah had supported fully of which Stiles wished to do. Going as far as suggesting a degree in folklore and mythology. Stiles had easily agreed and applied to an online college to major in folklore and mythology. Scott and the remaining pack had no idea of his plan nor did they ever get in contact again.
Getting his bachelors in folklore and mythology was a long path. Not only was he working through his major full-time but also continuously researching this hidden society. He had found many resources and was able in some cases form contracts with goblins due to his ability with mountain ash. Turns out being able to use Mountain Ash was quite rare for them. Within this time Stiles was able to grow this magic and flourish like he was supposed to if only had someone stepped in earlier on.
Stiles was ready for the next big step. Or as ready as his anxious body would let him. The goblins contract requires him to go to England to set up Mountain Ash barriers within the European branch bank. Not to say he wasn’t excited to travel abroad but it made him incredibly wary to leave his father behind. Noah had encouraged him to go ahead and that he would be fine. Within a week he had boarded a plane over to England and settled into the complementary flat that was given to him for his contract.
Upon arriving at the European branch he had noted that this society was quite backwards in comparison to the American counterpart. The bank was busy and it seemed all the wizards in place were quite rude to the goblins handling their money. As well as their outfits were quite odd and they seem to have plenty of energy in early hours of November for some reason. When working on the barrier Stiles had asked what was causing all this commotion. The only response was that Voldemort was dead. Stiles had found this strange but did not give much thought into it but instead continued with the job as much as he could as he had been there all day and just wanted to sleep.
When it had become 2 AM he had left the premises and continued his way to his flat. For some reason he was drawn to go a different way. Instead he found himself on Privet Drive, a road which had all matching houses and everything was bland and boring. It did not feel like there was any life amongst this house but rather a dull life within each one. House number four had something strange on the porch of the house. It was a basket and it seemed to hold a child. Like any sane person Stiles immediately picked the child up as it was a cold November morning. The poor thing was cold as can be and moved closer to Stiles for any warmth. Stiles couldn’t believe how someone had left a child alone on a cold morning with what it seems only a small blanket. Reaching for the note he had found that it had stated,
“With great sorrow I’m sorry to announce that Lily Potter passed last night. This child is Harry Potter and he is to be left into your care Petunia. Your sister had found a way to protect you and her son with the use of blood wards. Take him into your family and much fortune will come your way.
-Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore”
Stiles knew that this just wouldn’t do. The child was basically tossed away like yesterday's trash. This was a potentially bad idea but really would it be such a horrible one?
With that thought Stiles laid the child down, picked up the basket and went on his way back to his flat. His only thought was, “Right, how am I going to tell dad he’s now a grandpa?”