Harry Potter: A Typical Man(SI OC)

Magic births are rarely easy.

But this one? For a half-human, half-vampire miracle child who's apparently meant to incite a supernatural civil war?

Shockingly... not bad. Also, ridiculously high-stakes and potentially world-ending. So y'know. Wednesday vibes.

We were on the cusp of madness in that Cullen house, and still, the chaos hadn't quite imploded. Yet. Bella's contractions had started again, and I was already mentally chanting my magical checklist like a mystical ER doc.

"Carlisle," I barked, pointing with glowing fingertips. "Two injections. Vampire venom. One for the heart, one for the bloodstream. Load 'em up. We're going full vampire conversion protocol."

Carlisle nodded with surgeon-like calm. Edward looked like someone had turned his soul inside out, gripping Bella's hand so tightly he might've crushed it if she weren't already indestructible-ish.

Emmett muttered something about never signing up for live-birth trauma. Chloe punched him softly and told him to shut up.

Alice hovered near Bella's feet. Rosalie was gloved up like an angelic butcher. Seth looked like he might pass out. Leah looked like she might kill someone just to let off the anxiety.

Me? I stood in the center like Gandalf at a magical maternity ward.

"Alright, Bella," I said, voice soft but pulsing with magic. I weaved my fingers in the air and chanted a comfort charm. A soft blue glow wrapped around her, dulling the agony. Her breathing steadied.

"Let's bring your apocalypse baby into the world."

To say it was messy would be like saying lava is warm.

Blood. Screams. Bones shifting. Edward trying to fight instincts while also trying not to sob like a prom king whose date just went into labor. Bella convulsed, then locked eyes with Edward one last time.

And then—

A single, powerful cry.

Renesmee.

Edward held her like the answer to every broken prayer he'd ever uttered.

Bella? Not so much.

"Carlisle!" I shouted.

The syringes were in my hand before the second breath. I injected the venom into her heart and thigh simultaneously.

She arched off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.

I held her down magically. Edward gripped her hand like a man drowning.

Minutes felt like hours. Her body stiffened, then slowed.

She was transforming.

Jacob—who had been standing stunned—suddenly froze. Dead silent.

His gaze locked on the child.

A moment passed.

"He's imprinting," whispered Leah.

"Ah hell," I muttered. "Doom baby just became werewolf royalty."

Then the howls came.

From the woods. From the valley. From all around.

The Uley Pack.

I didn't need Alice's vision to tell me they were ready for a full-blown supernatural smackdown.

Cullens fanned out. Wolves lined up.

I, on the other hand, smirked.

Time for the grand reveal.

"Cover your sparkles, boys."

My body shimmered. Bones cracked. Power surged.

In seconds, I stood in my Guardian Wolf form: an 8-foot-tall beast of obsidian fur and glowing blue rune-etched armor. My chest was plated in dragon-scale black steel. Twin Valyrian katanas crossed my back. My claws sparked as they scraped the stone.

My eyes—one glowing emerald, one sapphire—locked on the tree line.

A monster. A knight. A goddamn magical werewolf superhero.

Seth whispered, "Holy... he's built like a war god."

Emmett whispered, "I need to work out more."

Rosalie just stared.

I strode forward with the slow menace of a boss fight.

From the trees emerged Sam Uley in wolf form, flanked by Paul, Jared, Brady, Collin, and the rest. They were bristling. Growling.

I didn't flinch.

I stepped into the clearing. And I roared.

The sound shook the trees. Echoed through bone and soul. Even the clouds hesitated.

Then I spoke—my voice laced with power, and sarcasm.

"Hiya, fellas. I'm Jon Bonds. Wizard. Guardian Wolf. Legendary magical badass. And babysitter."

Sam transformed to human, muscles tense. "What. Are. You."

I raised a claw. "Already said: wizard. Also, kind of your savior."

Paul snarled. "You smell like death."

"Perfume. Limited edition. Target was having a sale."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "You stand between us and the threat."

"No," I said, pointing behind me. "You stand on the edge of extinction, and I'm trying to save your hairy butts."

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"The baby's Jacob's imprint. You touch her, and he dies. Also? You'll spark a war none of us survive. Because in 15 months, the Volturi come. Not for Renesmee. For all of us."

Sam froze. "What?"

"Witch named Helena. Works with the Volturi. Plans to purge every supernatural that doesn't fit her perfect mold. Wolves? Vamps? Hybrids? Gone."

I stepped forward, my katanas flaring with light.

"Help us. Let me train you. I can't make you me, but I can make you stronger. Smarter. Meaner."

Sam stared at me. Then nodded slowly.

"We will talk with the council."

"Cool. Bring tea. I'm charming."

He transformed, gave a final growl, and disappeared into the forest.

I returned to the Cullen yard like a conquering alpha-dad.

Seth ran up and hugged my leg again.

"Can I get glowing runes too?!"

I ruffled his hair. "One day, pup. I'll make you sparkle from the inside."

Edward approached me, child in arms. Bella resting.

"Jon," he said quietly. "Thank you. For saving them both."

I nodded. "You're welcome, sparkle-dad."

Everyone took a turn thanking me. Emmett hugged me (risky). Esme gave me cookies. Jasper even smiled slightly, which meant a lot.

Rosalie stood off to the side, arms crossed, silent. Her eyes lingered on me. Then she looked away.

I watched her walk into the house.

"One battle at a time," I muttered.

La Push, just after dusk.

The forest air was thick with ancient magic and tension. The moment I stepped out of the tree line, everything felt older — not just in age, but in weight. Like the ground itself had seen too much and would rather forget.

The council was already assembled. A bonfire roared at the center of the sacred circle, its flames high and wild, casting dancing shadows on the gathered pack members and elders.

Jacob led me in.

The Uley and Black packs stood in silent lines to either side. Shirtless, barefoot, solemn. Their eyes followed me with scrutiny and caution, and I could feel the instinctual flicker of challenge ripple through the air.

But they didn't move.

Jacob cleared his throat and gestured toward the fire. "Council of La Push, this is Jon Bonds."

Billy Black nodded from his position at the head of the circle. "Wizard, isn't he?"

I stepped forward and offered a formal bow. "Yes, sir. Jon Bonds. Wizard, Guardian-class. And currently, your best shot at surviving the coming storm."

The elders murmured. Most of them were quiet, but the atmosphere shifted a little. The curiosity was there — buried beneath the caution.

Billy motioned to the others. "Let's begin."

Each member of the council introduced themselves with the respect and weight of tradition.

"Billy Black," the elder said first, voice gravelly with years of wisdom. "Elder and storyteller."

"Sue Clearwater," said a woman in a sleek dark shawl, eyes sharp. "Elder and healer."

"Tahu Makwa," said a large man, hair gray and long. "Spiritual speaker of our people."

One by one, the rest stepped forward.

Then the wolves followed.

Sam. "Alpha of the Uley pack. Guardian of our laws."

Paul. "Second of the Uley pack. Enforcer."

Embry, Jared, Quil, Brady, Collin. Each gave their name, their pack, their roles.

Seth stepped forward, nervous but proud. "Seth Clearwater. Beta to Jacob Black."

Jacob spoke last. "Jacob Black. Alpha of the Black pack. Son of Billy Black."

They all turned toward me.

I bowed again, slower this time.

"Jon Bonds. Born of Earth. Raised by Magic. I am a Guardian Wolf — an extinct lineage of peacekeepers who once kept balance between the supernatural and the human realms. I carry ancient power, long forgotten by most of the world. My form and my magic are the remnants of a duty once shared by few."

The council grew still.

I let them have the silence for a moment.

Then I stepped forward, magic flickering gently around me.

"Fifteen months from now," I began, "your lives will no longer be your own. The Volturi — the ruling class of the vampire world — will descend on this region. Not because of Renesmee. Not just because of her. But because a new power has aligned with them."

"A vampire?" Sam asked.

I shook my head. "Not just a vampire. A witch. Powerful, and deadly. Helena. Well not powerful like me, she is still centuries behind competing against me."

Billy frowned. "I thought witches were a myth."

"Then I am a myth made flesh," I said. "And Helena? She's the nightmare behind the myth."

I conjured a small illusion. Helena's spectral form flickered above the fire: tall, regal, eyes burning with cruel wisdom.

"She's aligned herself with the Volturi. But her goal isn't order. It's domination. Control. She wants to rule the world — both supernatural and human. She believes in supernatural supremacy — that those who can, should dominate those who cannot."

"She wants to wipe the slate clean of all 'irregular' supernatural entities. That includes you. That includes hybrids. That includes any vampire not under her leash."

Jacob growled softly. Quil looked shaken. Paul clenched his fists.

I continued.

"She believes in purity. In ancient laws. She's resurrecting something akin to supernatural eugenics. And the Volturi — with their paranoia — are listening."

Sue asked, "And why do they care about us now? We've never interfered."

"Because now you matter. Renesmee is the symbol that stand against of what Helena wants — a world where vampires and wolves and humans evolve beyond control."

"The Volturi are ancient," I said. "Aro can read every thought you've ever had with a touch. Caius has centuries of brutal warcraft experience. Marcus? He sees bonds — between lovers, friends, enemies. They have a psychic shield, a pyrokinetic, a brute enforcer who could rip trees in half, and dozens more gifted killers."

The silence turned colder.

"So..." Quil began, hesitant, "what exactly do we do?"

"We upgrade."

"Your forms are powerful," I acknowledged. "But they were built for one purpose: to defend. Not to wage war."

I summoned a spectral version of my Guardian form. The fire turned blue as the illusion shifted: tall, more muscular, upright, claws like daggers, eyes glowing.

"I can evolve your forms. Transform you into what your ancestors were always meant to be. Not mindless beasts. Not watchdogs. But Werewolves. With intelligence. Finesse. Language. Tactical power."

Embry whispered, "Like you?"

"Not quite," I said. "What I am is extinct. What you will become... will be reborn."

Sue frowned. "And what would this cost?"

I smiled gently. "Not your soul. Not your mind. Just your consent. You'll undergo a ritual. You may feel uncomfortable. But it's safe. I will be your guide."

Sam exchanged glances with Jacob.

"And you'll train us?"

"Every step of the way. I will teach you how to fight like warriors, not just wolves. And when Helena comes, we won't just survive — we'll end her tyranny."

Billy leaned forward. "Jon Bonds, what do you gain from this?"

I paused... then grinned. "Oh, trust me, sir — in no way am I letting some medieval leech rule the world."

A few surprised chuckles rolled across the circle.

I held up a hand, theatrically serious. "I mean, come on! If vampires ran the world, who the hell would still be making cars? Humanity is needed — we need them for snacks, memes, and motor engines!"

Even Jacob snorted at that.

I paced a little, warming up. "Think about it! No more fried chicken. No more pizza. No more milkshakes. Just blood! All the time! 'Oh, would you like blood hot or cold?' No, Karen, I want a damn burger!"

The circle cracked into laughter. Seth doubled over. Quil slapped Paul on the shoulder. Even Sue had to cover her mouth.

"And don't even get me started on TikTok! Who's going to do stupid dances in fangs and cloaks?!"

I straightened my coat and gave a little shrug. "So yeah, I'm not just doing this for peace or balance... I'm doing this for cars. And fried chicken, mostly fried chicken and cars."

Billy wiped a tear of laughter from his eye. "Well then, Jon Bonds — that may be the most honest answer we've had at this fire."

I bowed again.

"Then prepare yourselves. Because tomorrow, boys — we become legends."

Right, so here's the deal — upgrading an entire pack of shape-shifting teenage tanks into apex, steel-slicing, smart-talking werewolf beasts is not as easy as flipping a wand and saying "abracadabra." No, this required preparation. Chanting. A bit of blood. And, of course, the patience of a man who's spent fifteen lifetimes babysitting magical egomaniacs.

"Okay," I clapped my hands, standing in the middle of the sacred clearing I'd enchanted just for this. Sigils glowed in a wide circle around us, lighting up like a magical rave. "Shirts off, paws out, egos tucked in. We're about to get metaphysical."

Jacob groaned. "Why does it feel like we're joining a satanic gym cult?"

"Because you kind of are," I winked.

Paul immediately crossed his arms. "Man, this feels weird."

"Oh, just wait till the part where the spirit flames lick your spine," I added helpfully. "Spoiler: it tickles."

Seth, bless that excited puppy soul, bounced on his toes. "I'm ready! This is like... Power Rangers meets Van Helsing!"

"Exactly the energy I need, Seth. Everyone else, be like Seth."

The pack formed a circle. I stood at the center, Zaergrim humming softly in my hand. I etched runes in the air — each spark hovering, then sinking into the ground like seeds.

"Don't move, don't blink, don't fart unless it's magical," I warned. Then I jabbed Zaergrim into the ground. Light erupted like an ancient volcano awakening.

A spectral wind howled through the circle. The boys tensed, glowing lines crawling up their legs like vines of molten lava.

"W-what is this?" Brady whined.

"It's magic, you overgrown puppy. It's supposed to feel weird."

"Dude, it's in my pants!" Jared yelped.

"Good. Then it's working."

Jacob gritted his teeth. "Jon, why is my spine buzzing?!"

"Because I'm rewriting your supernatural DNA, Alpha Boy. Suck it up."

The ritual took twenty minutes — twenty glorious minutes of men grumbling like they were being waxed by invisible demons. Their bodies shimmered, shifted, upgraded.

They dropped to their knees one by one. Their wolf forms emerged next — bigger, sharper, bipedal. Like the Van Helsing wolf but smarter, calmer, still in full control and can shift any time they want.

Sam looked at his clawed hands. "We can talk like this?"

"Welcome to Werewolf 2.0," I said. "Now you can chase enemies and insult them in fluent sarcasm."

After everyone got their new forms (and after Seth stopped spinning in circles like a furry Beyblade), we returned to the pack house. I needed food. They needed mirrors.

Embry stared at his reflection. "Dude... we look like supernatural linebackers."

Paul flexed. "I look like I could punch a tank."

"You could," I confirmed. "Preferably a Volturi tank."

Leah smirked. "Now if only the maturity level matched the muscles."

"Rude but fair," I nodded.

I conjured some enchanted weights, target dummies, and a floating punching bag shaped like Caius for morale purposes. The boys lost their minds.

Training started the next day. 6 a.m. sharp. And let me tell you, men will be men.

Paul: "I bet I can rip through that steel wall faster than Jared."

Jared: "Bet your mom I can."

Me: "Gentlemen, please. Channel your testosterone into the punching dummy, not each other."

Seth: "Can I have dual claws? Like Wolverine?"

"Seth, you ARE Wolverine now."

We sparred. We ate. We laughed. We fought over who got the last protein shake. Sam, for all his stoicism, even cracked a smile when Quil accidentally uppercut a training dummy into a tree.

Leah? She watched, arms crossed, silently impressed. She didn't say much, but I caught her eye once or twice. There was fire in her.

Later, I caught the younger imprints peeking in, curious. I conjured up some harmless spark illusions for the kids. Emily, Rachel and Kim helped hand out food while mocking their respective mates.

It wasn't just training anymore. It was bonding.

Pack. Magic. Brotherhood.

And a ridiculous amount of protein bars.