HARRY VALACK

As soon as Stiles, Scott and Allison had gone limp in the ice baths Harper had felt an immense feeling of guilt cloud over her. It was unavoidable and she knew Lydia and Isaac were feeling it too. She detected calmness from Deaton, which was a little reassuring.

"Now what?" Isaac asked, running a hand through his mop of curls as he took a step backwards, away from Scott's still body.

It was strange how pale the usually tan boy looked. It scared Harper seeing him appear so lifeless.

"We wait," Deaton answered simply.

Harper's eyebrows furrowed together, "for how long?"

"That depends," Deaton replied, screwing the cap to one of his many jars and placing it on another jar, "but don't worry, Harper, they'll be fine."

The Empath just huffed and sat down on a chair, her back leaning against the wall. She had to look away from Stiles' body, unable to comprehend the fact that he was here but not really. Harper wondered what he was doing inside his mind right now, whether if somehow he was thinking about her.

Lydia noticed the distressed look on her friend and walked over, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Harper sighed, leaning her head against Lydia's body. Lydia just began to stroke her hair.

"They'll be fine," the strawberry blonde repeated Deaton's words.

Harper nodded, squeezing the lump down her throat. She guessed she should trust Lydia, since she was the newly announced Banshee, after all. Deaton mentioned something before leaving the room, but Harper was too focused on distracting herself by picking at her nails.

"Do... Do you think you can connect to them?" Isaac spoke up, gesturing towards the three unconscious teenagers.

Lydia glared at the taller boy, "she's not connecting to them. That's dangerous."

Harper shrugged, "I could probably sense what they're feeling, but not what they're seeing. But I don't want to interfere, in case something goes wrong."

Isaac nodded but remained silent. The only sounds that filled the animal clinic were their breathing and it was slowly driving Harper insane. She realised she hadn't slept in such a long time, not before the night of the recital that ended in Jennifer exposing herself as the Darach.

The need to leave the room was overpowering her want to stay with Stiles and she ended up abruptly standing up, running a hand through her hair.

"I need to get out of here," she admitted, "if anything happens please call me straight away. I'll be back soon, I just can't sit around and do nothing."

Both of the other teenagers nodded in understanding.

"Okay, I'll keep you updated," the strawberry blonde promised.

Harper sent a weak smile her way and walked over to Scott's belongings he had taken out of his pockets before getting into the ice water. She grabbed his house key and said goodbye to Isaac and Lydia. With one last look at Stiles, Scott and Allison, Harper left the clinic.

...

Brushing her wet hair through, Harper sighed at the feeling of being clean. The feeling was honestly underrated. She pulled on a new outfit which consisted of her mom jeans and one of Stiles' large shirts tucked inside the high waist, tying her hair up into a pony tail. Makeup wasn't necessary today.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser beside her hand. At the speed of lightning, Harper grabbed it and scanned the screen, thinking it would be from Lydia or Isaac. It was from an unknown number, but Harper pressed it anyway.

UNKNOWN

Harper? This is Jeremy. Harry has been asking for you, but you haven't been answering your letters recently. I managed to get your number.

Harper was horrified that this man had somehow gotten her number and proceeded to text her.

TO UNKNOWN

um, I'm pretty sure I told you to stay away from me?

UNKNOWN

What about Harry?

Harper's heartbeat quickened at the mention of the boy whose existence she had begun to question lately.

TO UNKNOWN

how do i know that harry is even real anymore? how do i know im not just messaging you in my free time because you're some creepy lunatic????

UNKNOWN

that's not the case, and i think deep down you know it. you know your dad was a sketchy person. you knew he was hiding something. harry is real. i work at the hospital and then at eichen part time for extra money. your dad introduced me to harry and made me look after him while he was doing other things.

Sadly, it was true, but Harper was stubborn and she wasn't going to give in so easily this time.

TO UNKNOWN

i need proof.

UNKNOWN

harry is willing to do anything at this point. he needs you.

TO UNKNOWN

anything?

UNKNOWN

anything.

Harper hesitated for a couple of seconds before slowly typing again.

TO UNKNOWN

i'm coming to eichen.

...

Harper was aware that she often made very idiot decisions that she later regretted with every fibre of her being. She was also aware that her friends, especially Stiles, would strangle her for doing something this stupid. But the Empath had a gut feeling- she needed to do this.

In a world where Harper thought she had no family left, she considered it one of the most important things ever to find the boy who had been claiming he was her half brother. So, instead of heading to back to the animal clinic like she had planned, she climbed on her bike and began to cycle towards the place she had feared for the past five or so years.

Every time she passed Eichen House she was drenched in a feeling of panic and sadness. She always thought it was because it was the place her parent's had died, but could it of been her Empath senses trying to warn her of her brother's existence before she even knew the supernatural existed?

Anxiety radiated off of the teenage girl as she walked through the open gates of the mental asylum and went straight through the main doors. The entire reception area was empty. The bald man sat behind the main desk was slumped back in his cushioned seat, his head lolled to the side as he slept soundly, loud snores escaping his gaped mouth.

"Harper," a very familiar voice hissed her name.

The brunette whirled around in her spot, her brown eyes landing on Jeremy. He looked as anxious as ever, running a hand through his jet black hair as he sped towards her. His tall figure loomed over her petite one, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

"So, where is Harry?" Harper folded her arms across her chest, "you both said you would supposedly do anything. I need real, physical proof I have a brother."

Jeremy nodded, "I understand," his voice was hushed due to the receptionist, "but listen, the people that do the experiments on him, including your father-"

"I want to see him, too," Harper interrupted sternly.

"That- that's not a good idea-"

"Why not?" She cut him off, "you keep telling me that he's alive, I want to see my dad."

"Your dad is a dangerous, dangerous man-"

"I'm his daughter-" She started to protest.

"And Harry is his son, but that doesn't stop what he's doing to him, does it?" Jeremy snapped, becoming frustrated, "trust me, you do not want to meet your father. He's not the man you thought you knew, I can assure you."

Harper's eyes welled with tears, "he's really alive?"

She had never really believed it properly until now. How could he be alive? It was unrealistic. But then again, so is the supernatural.

Jeremy nodded, his eyes softening sympathetically, "very much so. He's a scientist here, he experiments on a lot of the patients in disgusting ways that would never be approved by anyone sane."

Harper tried to add everything up in her brain. Unfortunately, everything was equalling. How her father had always been a little distant and very secretive, how he had worked at the asylum, the hallucination she had about her parents at Lydia's birthday party, Harry's letters, Rose never liking him too much...

But still, he was her dad. How could he do that to her mother and all of the workers at Eichen? Most importantly, why?

There was a heavy silence as Harper stared down at her shoes, a couple of tears falling from her dark eyes. Jeremy sighed.

"I can take you to Harry, but we need to be careful. If your dad sees you..."

Harper's head snapped up, her eyes meeting his, "what? What will he do if he sees me?"

"You are aware of the supernatural, correct?" He lowered his voice and took Harper's wide eyes as a yes, "your dad isn't just any old scientist. He experiments on the supernatural level, on creatures people don't know much about."

Harper put two and two together, "he would experiment on me?"

Jeremy nodded, "just like he does to Harry and the others."

The Empath couldn't believe what she was hearing. Harry was supernatural? His letters began to make sense. It explained why he was getting experimented on, too. The fact that her dad was doing this made her sick to her stomach. Her entire life had been one big fat lie.

As Jeremy began to silently lead her to an elevator, Harper became lost in thought. If she and Harry were both supernatural and so was Harper's mother, then that must mean Harry's mother was, too. Valack killed both their mothers. He was experimenting on Harry. He hadn't gotten to Harper yet, but then again, she was only supernatural right now because Peter had sped up the process by biting her. He didn't know she was supernatural as of now.

Valack had had supernatural children so he could experiment on them. Harper was never his daughter, she was just one complex experimentation.

The thought should have crushed her. It should have made her bawl and grow furious, but she remained still and emotionless. She pinched her fingers nervously, pushing all thoughts of her sick-in-the-head father away. Right now was about Harry.

The elevator dinged as the doors silently slid open. Jeremy walked to the end of the hall and tapped in a long pin before pressing his finger against a screen. Harper watched in amazement as a green beam scanned his print and then his face before the door buzzed open. It was like something out of a futuristic movie.

"Don't make a sound," Jeremy warned in a quick whisper before making his way forwards.

Harper looked left and right at the cells down the hallway. Each one was filled with some sort of supernatural creature. She recognised a few werewolves. Some people looked completely human, while others looked like something a child would imagine under their bed. She didn't know such supernatural creatures even existed in the real world.

"Don't make eye contact with them," Jeremy told her, checking his watch again, "we have about an hour."

The brunette wondered if that was enough time, or not enough at all. How would Harry react to seeing her for the first time? How would she react to meeting Harry? Her emotions were going crazy until Jeremy stopped in front of a cell.

There was no privacy, just metal bars separating the cell from the hallway. A single bed sat in the corner with white sheets across them. Beside the bed were hundreds of books, all seemingly old fashioned. Harper noticed the covers of a couple of classics such as 'Of Mice and Men' and 'The Wizard of Oz'.

But sat on the bed was a tall but skinny figure, slumped over and facing the wall. He hadn't noticed the two outside of the cell yet. Jeremy cleared his throat, causing the boy to slowly turn around. Harper's eyes widened at the sight of him.

He was handsome, overall. He had dark brown hair, the same shade as Harper's. It hung over his forehead slightly, contracting against his pale skin which definitely lacked vitamin D. They had the same nose too, soft and petite. As their eyes met, she realised they were also the same colour. A chocolate brown she hadn't seen anywhere else, despite it being so common. He was undoubtedly related to her.

"Harper?" He whispered shakily, standing up.

His English accent was evident and it was all the proof that Harper needed. She looked at the man standing in front of her and she just knew.

"Harry?" Harper asked nervously.

A grin broke out on his face, his eyes brimming with tears as he moved forwards. His hands curled around the metal bars keeping him inside and Harper stepped towards him, her hands copying his actions. Their faces were close as she smiled softly back.

"I can't believe you're real," she admitted, "your letters were extremely sketchy."

He chuckled nervously, "I was worried about that. I'm sorry. God. I can't believe I have a sister."

"I can't believe I have a big brother, either," she agreed, "we have so much to talk about."

Harry nodded quickly, "definitely. I'd love to talk to you."

Harper's smile faltered when she noticed the harsh bruises around his neck and on his skinny wrists. He seemed deprived of everything and he looked like he had been abused. Harry noticed her staring and frowned a little.

"It's okay," the dark haired boy assured her, "I'm okay."

She was instantly reminded of where they were and why he was here. Her heart tugged in her chest and she couldn't believe she had gotten so attached to someone she had just met a minute ago.

"I'll get you out of here," the Empath promised him, "I swear, Harry."

His smile wobbled, "at this point it seems a little impossible. I've been here so long I can't even remember what the outside really looks like."

The sentence he had stringed together managed to break her heart a little more.

"My friends- my friends and I, we're like you," she told him, causing his eyes to widen, "yeah, we've solved a lot of things around this town. Getting you out of here will be a piece of cake."

"What are you?" He asked.

"An Empath," Harper replied, "what are you?"

"Me too," he rushed out, excited, "I thought I was the last one!"

"Me too!" The brunette exclaimed, "was your mother an Empath?"

"Yes," Harry nodded rather happily, "she was. I grew up knowing about her supernatural abilities and I turned when I was eighteen, obviously. How long have you been an Empath?"

"About a year now," Harper answered.

He raised his brows, "you're nineteen?"

She shook her head, "no, no. I'm still only sixteen. I was bitten by an Alpha and it turned me."

"This is crazy," he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair.

Harper huffed, "tell me about it. The past year has been one of the best and worst years of my life. I still don't really know how to control most of my Empathic abilities, or what I can do."

Harry smiled slightly, "then I guess that's something I can teach you."

Harper's heart swelled at the thought of her brother teaching her something. They weren't going to entirely miss out on growing up beside each other, she guessed.

"I'd like that," she replied with a short nod.

Before Harper could say anything else, the sound of electricity crackling came from behind her. The petite teenage girl whirled around, her eyes wide as she watched Jeremy get sent to the floor with one touch of the taser. Harper looked up to see who the taser belonged to, and it was as if the air had been stolen from her lungs.

It was her father.

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what a cute family reunion !!!!!!

stiles is gonna wake up and harper's not gonna be there im emo

aLSO thomas has dark hair like he did in the movie 'nowhere boy' so he looks more like harper :)