50 Prompt Stories (Table B)

                                                                                                                                                           -Elusive-

Categories: Harry Potter/Teen Wolf

Pairing: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Teen Wolf, or any of the characters associated with the books/movies or television show and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Prompt: Prompt Table B: 50 Prompts. Prompt 38; Elusive

                                                                                                                                                       -Elusive-

After Voldemort was defeated any and all of his followers and allies fled to hide and try to avoid getting captured and their inevitable death sentence. Fenrir Greyback proved to be the best at evading his pursuers. Harry had taken up the task of hunting down the werewolf and eventually followed his trail to a small town in California in the states called Beacon Hills.

Sighing, Harry looked up at the doors to the police station then headed inside, planning to ask around about any sightings of Fenrir. Walking in, Harry headed towards the desk, paying little attention to the two teens standing beside it.

“Excuse me, Miss, I'm hoping to speak to the head officer here.” Harry said politely.

“You'll be looking for Sheriff Stilinski then. He's back in his office.” She said, not looking away from the computer screen in front of her.

“And where is that?” Harry asked, a little annoyed with her. “In the back.”

“Can someone show me where it is?”

“I can show you.” One of the two teens, the one with the buzz cut, said stepping forward with a grin on his lips.

“I didn't realize police officers were so young on this side of the pond,” Harry said with a raised eyebrow.

“They only wish they had my awesomeness. No I'm the Sheriff's son, Stiles.” He said, leading Harry through the swinging gate by the desk. “So are you here for something specific?” He asked nonchalantly.

Chuckling, Harry said, “I get the feeling you get into your father's cases and files a lot looking for information.”

“Who me? Nah no way...I wouldn't do that.”

Knowing he was lying, Harry pulled a photocopy of the picture of Greyback which had his card attached to it.

“I probably shouldn't be doing this since you seem like I was at your age...very mischievous, but this guys dangerous. My mobile number is on the card. If you see him contact me immediately and don't approach him okay?”

“How dangerous?” Stiles asked, accepting the picture and looking at it.

“Extremely. He fancies himself a werewolf and attacks and badly mutilates his victims.” Harry said, not realizing how those words were the wrong ones to say.

“A werewolf huh? So did he escape from a mental hospital?”

“Something like that. Thanks for walking me back here Stiles.”

“Sure thing Mr...” Stiles started.

“Potter, Harry Potter, but just call me Harry.”

“Gotcha Harry. See you around and good luck finding this guy.” Stiles said, heading back the way he came, studying the picture intently.

Turning Harry knocked on the door and waited for the Sheriff to acknowledge him before he stepped in to the office.

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