Harry Potter, Once Upon a Time 1. Five years ago

**LyrisaLove says : So here's the very first crossover I've actually ever done... Ikr... But bare with me. **

**Eevee2010 asked me if I ever considered doing one and I said yes. **

**So as we're both HP and OUAT fans we decided to write this.**

**It's a very long ****prologue about the first day of Hogwarts. **

**For once this is a proper story and not loads of... '_Other_ ****_interesting stuff'_... hehe. *Pulls my naughty s*xy face***

**I hope you enjoy it. ;)**

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**Eevee2010 says: Hej, lambs! I hope you'll enjoy this new amazing story about Lily and Pan. In the magical world of Harry Potter.**

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**Prologue: Five Years Ago**

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Glossy hair covered her face as she slept soundlessly on her small, but beyond comfy bed.

Though Lily was sleeping, she was beyond excited for the morning that was about to come.

For she was going to be sorted into her house. There are four houses, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Griffindor and Slytherin.

Lily hoped she was going to be in Griffindor, but her brother, Felix had told her countless of times that she wasn't brave enough to be one.

She knew he would be in Slytherin, he was always mean to her.

As the eleven year old slept, she dreamed of a star, she would always dream of it.

The shining diamond urged her to follow it, straight till morning.

But she never could reach it it was too high. "Wake up!"

Was what she heard before a ice cold bucket of water was chucked over her. "FELIX!" She yelled, her bright blue eyes glared at him.

"Morning sis'." He smirked.

"You little-!"

She cut herself off when she saw her father enter the room.

"What on earth- oh." He noticed how drenched Lily was and frowned at Felix. "Why?" He asked simply.

Felix shrugged. "Because she's my sister. It's my job to be mean to her. Ain't that right sis'?"

Lily narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "Only if I can do the same to you."

She stood up and started to chase him, but Hagrid called after them. "Where're you two goin'?" He asked.

The siblings exchanged glances. "Hogsmeade." It was funny how siblings could communicate with their eyes, no matter how much they teased each other.

Hagrid shook his head. "Not today you ain't." He said, smiling, well at least it looked like her was. You could barley see his lips because his beard was in the way.

Sometimes Lily and Felix both wondered if he was really their father.

Sure he was a great one, but they looked nothing alike. Felix and Lily had the same pale skin and blue eyes.

But Hagrid's eyes were almost black.

Felix groaned, "Of course, it's today... School..." Every year they would aid Hagrid set up the boats for the first years.

Lily grinned widely. "Awesome! This is gonna be great!" Felix glared at her.

She shrugged. "So, dad... When do we start?"

He sighed. "Um... After breakfast and... When you're dry." Lily had almost forgotten she was completely drenched.

"Urgh! I'm so gonna get you back, Felix." She seethed.

He smirked. "You say that every time."

Lily stuck her tongue out again. "Whatever."

Hagrid cleared his throat. "I'm not goin' to be able to help this year, kids...I' gotta um... Do somethin' for Dumbledore."

"Like what?" Felix asked. "You've said that a lot this week." He noticed.

Lily sighed. "If it's private, Felix, don't ask. It's rude."

It was his turn to stick his tongue out at her. "I'll be back later." Then, Hagrid made his way up to the castle.

Felix smirked and sat down on a chair next to the kitchen table. "So, what's for breakfast?" He asked Lily who was making herself a jam sandwich.

She grinned. "Whatever you make it, bro'." She mentally gave herself a small round of applause when she said it.

He snatched her sandwich and started eating it. "Oi!"

Felix scoffed the whole thing down in one and laughed at her disgusted expression. "That was lovely! Thanks Lil'."

"Git!" She called after him as he made his way out of the house.

And that's pretty much how the rest of their morning went.

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Two boys sat on the Hogwarts Express and from the moment they met, they knew they'd be great friends.

"I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work I'll show you..."

The ginger boy, Ron rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand.

It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.

"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway-" He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open.

The toad-less boy, who had come into their compartment earlier had returned, but this time he had a girl with him.

She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said.

She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see, then."

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. "Er - all right."

He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" asked the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard - I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you."

She said all this very fast. Harry, the scruffy black haired boy, wearing round glasses, looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learn all the course books by heart either.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered

"Harry. Harry Potter," said Harry.

"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books. For background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Event of the Twentieth Century.

"Am I?" said Harry, feeling dazed.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad...Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."

And she left, taking the toad-less boy with her.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it, " said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell - George gave it to me, but he knew it was a dud."

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"Now let's do the boats!" Lily said for the hundredth time that day

Felix groaned again. "You do it. I'm busy!"

Lily glared a him. "You're not doing anything!" She snapped.

He smirked at her. "Actually I'm annoying you... And doing a good job of it by the look on your face."

She faked a huge smile. "Bye then."

And Lily walked down to the boat, waiting for her brother to join her.

Sure enough he was there in a matter of minutes. "You're a pain, d'you know that?" He teased.

Lily laughed. "I thought you were the annoying one!?"They took at least two hours to finish lighting the lanterns on the boat, seeing as they can't use magic.

Hagrid told them it was good exercise for them to do it anyway when they had asked him, or rather, when Felix had asked him.

"Now what?" Felix asked.

Lily raised an eyebrow, "We get changed into our robes, the train will be here soon."

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Lily almost ran up the stairs with Felix walking slowly behind her. "Oi!" He called her.

She turned around, slightly out of breath. "What?"

"Don't come near me when we're in there... People might think we're... Related." He whispered as they reached the open door.

She grinned. "Which we are." She reminded him sweetly. "Come on, brother!" She shouted. "We'll be late for the sorting!"

He glared at her because now, they had an audience.

Lily skipped over to the group with an innocent smile on her face.

Felix was staring daggers at her. "Hello!" Said a girl from beside Lily. "I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"Lily." She shook her hand.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, my name is Professor McGonagall." Said a rather tall and skinny lady, Lily and Felix both already knew.

"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."

Of course Felix and Lily already knew all of this, but they listened anyway.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." The professor continued. "Each house has it's own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points."

Lily glanced over at Felix who was talking to a boy with platinum blond hair and two rather large boys. They all looked rather smug, and just one look, Lily disliked them.

"At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be credit to whichever house becomes yours."

Hermione smiled brightly, she seemed even more excited then she was. "What house do you think you'll be in?" She whispered.

The bushy haired girl turned to her. "I hope I'm in Griffindor. I heard it's the best one."

Lily chuckled. "Me too. Good luck."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

McGonagall's eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber.

"It it true then, what they're saying on the train." A smug voice spoke out loudly. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

"Yes," said Harry.

Lily's eyes widened. "Oh, no." She saw her brother behind the one who was talking.

Harry was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean.

Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," He boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger.

Draco glared at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours, Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Lily barged through the crowed, Hermione had started to talk to the toad less boy again.

Just as Draco held out his hand to shake Harry's, Lily stood in front of him. "I think he can tell who the wrong sort is for himself," She said coolly.

Draco smirked. "Got yourself a girlfriend, huh, Potter?"

Lily glared at him. "He's not my boyfriend!"

Felix rolled his eyes. "Get lost, Lily." He snapped.

"Is this your sister?" Draco asked him, noticing the annoyance from his new friend's voice.

Felix nodded. "Unfortunately." He sighed.

Professor McGonagall returns and smacks him on the shoulder with a paper. The four of them retreated with one last glare.

Lily turned around and smiled at Harry and Ron. "Hi."

"Hey." Said Henry.

Ron grinned. "That was bloody wicked!" He stated.

Lily laughed sweetly. "Thanks."

"Why weren't you on the boats?" Henry asked her. "I didn't see you."

Lily smiled. "I live here." She stated.

Their eyes widened. "Really?"

She nodded. "My dad works here."

"Is he a teacher?" Hermione asked from beside Harry.

The two boys jumped slightly. "Where'd you come from,"

She glared at him, before she could reply, however, Lily answered Harry's question. "No... He works on the grounds... His name is Hagrid."

Harry's eyes widened. "Hagrid?"

"You know him?" She asked, confused by his reaction.

He nodded. "He was the one who practically bought me to Hogwarts."

"Awesome!" Lily exclaimed.

Someone cleared their throat from behind her. It was the Professor. "Sorry, Miner-Professor."

She led them into the hall.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told them, "And follow me."

Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to led, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind him.

They walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the great hall.

Lily had been in this room many times and she smiled to herself whenever she saw the strange and splendid place.

It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in mid-air over four tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.

These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers say.

Professor McGonagall led the first years up there, so that they came to a halt in the line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.

The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight.

Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.

Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Lily looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.

She heard Hermione whisper to her, "It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open up to the heavens.

Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of them.

On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat.

This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry.

"I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll." Lily frowned, wondering who this 'Fred' was.

Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said, "Hermione Granger."  
"Oh, no... Okey, relax," Whispered Hermione, to herself.

"Mental that one, I'm telling you," said Ron. Harry nods in agreement.

Lily glared at them playfully. "Actually she's just a nerd." They chuckled in response.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron Groaned.

Hermione jumped off the stool with a smile.

Lily noticed the look on Harry's face and asked. "What's wrong?"

A horrible thought struck Harry, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous.

"What if I'm not chosen at all? What if I just sit there with the hat over my eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerks it off my head and says there had obviously been a mistake and I'd better get back on the train?"

Lily giggled. "That never happens! I promise!" She'd seen enough sortings to know.

Draco Malfoy's name was called out and he pushed pat Lily roughly. "Git." She hissed, loud enough so he could hear her.

He got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHEREIN!"

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, and of course Felix, looking pleased with himself.

"Ronald Weasley," said Professor McGonagall.

Ron gulped and walked up. He sat down and the hat was put on.

"Ah! Another Weasley. I know just where to put you...Gryffindor!"

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him.

Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, Ah, my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting...So where shall I put you?"

Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, 'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.'

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that - no? Well, if you're sure - better be GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall.

He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet.

Percy, the Prefect and also Ron's older brother, got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier.

"Thomas, Dean," A black boy, with dark chocolate eyes, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table.

"Jones, Felix," said Professor McGonagall.

Felix hitched nervously when he heard the name, but he quickly realized that the last name was wrong and started to relax again. "Jones, Felix," repeated

Professor McGonagall and was now looking over at him and he knew now that she meant him.

Felix sat on the stool for what felt like a whole minute before the hat declared him a Slytherin.

He's shocked by the name Professor McGonagall had called out, but he doesn't say anything and walks over to the Slytherin table.

Lily frowned and her stomach churned when McGonagall called her. "Jones, Lily."

Shakily, she walked over to the hat and Professor placed it on her head.

She almost jumped out of her skin when it spoke to her. "Ah! Another Jones child. But you're different, I can feel it. Special..."

Lily had tensed when he called her 'Jones.' "My name is Lily Evangelina Hagrid..." She whispered.

The hat laughed at her comment. "No, you're Lily Evangelina Jones... Destined a life faraway from here."

'Hurry up... Sort me..." She had taken even longer than Harry and people started muttering.

"You're a difficult one, aren't you." He said. "But I think you'll do well in... GRIFFINDOR!"

Lily gave the hat back to Professor McGonagall and ran out of the hall.

Felix stood up and ran after her, she was his sister after all. No one else went after them.

Hermione, Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances. "Funny, really." Said Fred. "One's in Slytherin and the other in Griffindor... They're related! It's not right, is it?"

His twin, George nodded. "Strange. But you gotta admit, she's pretty cute." They snickered.

"She only eleven, it's not illegal... For once." He muttered under his breath.

Hermione glared at them. "Don't you have any idea how she must be feeling?"

"What?" They asked her.

She sighed deeply, but it was Harry who replied. "She thought her dad was Hagrid..."

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Rubeus Hagrid had seen when Lily and Felix run out of the Great Hall after the sorting ceremony.

He hadn't been in the hall, for he was just coming back from the third floor of the castle.

Dumbledore had given him some work to do up there.

Concern crossed his face and he decided to follow them.

It was a beautiful night. The stars sparkled like millions of diamonds in the sky and the bright light from the moon kept him calm.

His son and his daughter's trail ended at the wooden hut that was built right next to the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid heard sounds that came inside the cabin and was able to tell at once that it was Lily who was crying and opened up the wooden door quickly.

There are two rooms inside, one with harms and pheasants hanging from the celling.

There is also a fireplace where, most of the time a copper kettle is used to boil water.

In the corner stood a massive bed with patchwork quilt over it.

The other room belonged to Felix and Lily. "Lily, calm down!" Felix insisted.

Hagrid cleared his throat and Felix glared at him. "Were you going to tell us?" He hissed angrily.

"Of course..." Said Hagrid, sticking his right hand into his coat pocket and pulled out what would appear to be a handkerchief and gave it to Lily.

"...I-I just didn't except it to happen today... and especially not like that- A-at the ceremony." He sighed and turned around so that he was now facing the kitchen. He walked up to the fireplace where his copper kettle hung over the calm embers of the warm fire.

"Wh-what happened? H-how exactly d-did you find us?" Lily asked with a hoarse voice she had gotten after all her crying.

"First-and understand this, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was a wizard who went as bad as you can go and his name was P - ...his name was P - ..." Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.

"Maybe if you wrote it down?" suggested Felix with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"No, I can't spell it. All right. His name was Peter Pan."

"Peter Pan?" repeated Lily.

"Shh!" Hagrid decided to explain. "It was dark times, very dark times. Pan started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Harry's parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Except for Harry Potter."

"Harry? He tried to kill...Harry?" asked both Lily and Felix with shock.

"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on his forehead. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that."

"What happened to Pa-...You-Know-Who?" asked Felix.

"Good question. Some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to go on, but one thing's absolutely certain.

Something about Harry stumped him that night. That's why he's famous. That's why everybody knows his name. His the boy who lived." Hagrid looked both at

Lily and Felix with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes.

The sibling's eyes widened. "What does that h-have to do with you finding us?"

Hagrid let out a deep heavy breath. "The day... You-Know-Who killed Harry's parents, a... um..."

"A what?" Felix snapped.

"A tornado struck..." Hagrid stated, his eyes glassy. "Right here, at Hogwarts... Somehow, you two are connected with whatever happened that night..."

Lily's eyes widened. "What happened... Wh-when the tornado came?"

"A handmade basket of straw came flying out of the tornado and in that basket... lay a baby boy and a baby girl tucked in a gray blanket made of wool," said Hagrid.

Lily frowned. "I-I don't understand..."

"I means we're not from this world." Felix explained, staring daggers at who he thought was his father.

Tears leaked down her eyes and Lily ran out of the house. "Lily, I'm sorry!" Hagrid's voice was faintly heard from within.

She ran into the forbidden forest and Felix was on her trail.

"Lily wait!" At the sound of her brother's voice, Lily ran faster into the forest.

But Felix was faster and caught up with her. "He lied to us!" She cried.

He nodded. "I know. But it doesn't change anything-"

"It changes everything, Felix!" She yelled. "We're not even from this world! I just... I just feel so... Lost."

Before Felix could reply, a faint but enchanting music could be heard deeper within the forest.

They instantly started to follow the sound. It was a strange melody, Lily wouldn't know how to describe it.

All she could say is that it came from pipes. That it was creepy, yet somehow she felt she needed to follow it.

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Hagrid came striding towards them out of the door, Fang at his heel. Felix and Lily had been gone for a while, and he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that they were in the forbidden forest.

Filch had sent him an owl, with a letter telling him that he had three students, first years, who already needed detention.

Apparently they had been caught wandering the castle after dark.

Hagrid was carrying his large crossbow and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder.

"Abou' time," he said flatly. "I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Ron?"

"I shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Flich coldly. "They're here to be punished, after all."

"That's why yer late, is it?" said Hagrid, frowning at Flich. "Bin lecturin's them, eh? 'Snot your place ter do that. Yah've done yer bit. I'll take over from here."

"I'll be back at dawn," said Flich. "For what's left of them," he added nastily, and he turned and started back forward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.

Malfoy now turned to Hagrid. "I'm not going in that forest," He said, wanting to make himself clear.

Harry was pleased to hear the note of panic in his voice.

"Yeh are if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," said Hagrid fiercely. "Yeh've done wrong an' now yeh've got yer pay fer it."

"But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this he'd-"

He was cut off. "-tell yer that's how it is at Hogwarts," Hagrid growled. "Copyin' lines! What good's that ter anyone? They'll do summant useful or yeh'll get out.

If yeh think yer father'd rather you were expelled, then get back off ter the castle an' pack. Go on."

Malfoy didn't move. He looked at Hagrid fractiously, but then dropped his gaze.

"Right then," said Hagrid, "Now, listen carefully, 'cause it's dangerous what we're gonna do tonight, an' I don' want no one takin' risks. Follow me over here a moment."

He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees.

A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest. "My chi- Lily and Felix are in there somewhere, and we're gonna get 'em."

* * *

Lily smiled brightly at the lovely sound luring them towards a loud fire, where boys danced savagely around it.

Without any hesitation at all, the two siblings joined them.

She couldn't have felt happier, the way she moved gracefully amongst the young boys, ignoring the sadness in her heart.

But she didn't noticed the hooded figure watching her every move.

Her face was still wet with tears, shimmering on her pale face, reflecting the fire.

All of a sudden the music stopped, but the boys kept dancing, as though it was still playing.

Lily collapsed and so did Felix. The hooded figure walked over to Lily and pulled her up.

"Th-thank you." She sniffed.

He narrowed his eyes unexpectedly. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"I'm L-"

Before she could reply, Felix came over. "Wh-who are you?" He asked.

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" He grinned. "I'm Peter." Lily's stomach churned uncomfortably. "Peter Pan."

Her eyes widened and she went to run, but he appeared in front of her. "Where do you think you're going, princess?"

Felix ran over to them. "Leave her alone."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I should... She looks a little down in the dumps, doesn't she." He remarked. "What happened?"

Lily sank to the floor in tears again, Pan just stared at her, confused. "We just found out we aren't even from this world..." Felix said angrily.

Peter scoffed, "Is that all?" He asked rhetorically.

"What do you want from us?" Felix asked, a slight sound of worry in his voice.

He knew he was talking to a murderer. "Well, I would have killed you." He stated calmly, causing Lily to sob louder. "But seeing as you don't come from this world... Where did you come from?"

"W-we d-d-don't k-know!" Lily cried.

Peter raised an eyebrow and knelt down to her level and cupped her chin. Felix felt his brotherly side take over at Pete's actions, but he didn't do anything, afraid of the consequences.

But the Pan spoke. "Lost. Pretty and alone... I could do with a little girl like you in Neverland, you know." Lily shivered.

"Neverland?" Felix asked him.

Peter grinned. "Neverland. Is an island beyond this earth's galaxy," He stated. "And the word 'Enchanted' isn't the word enough to describe it's true nature. It can be like a paradise in heaven and it can be hell. Depending on the point of view." He added, smirking at Lily.

Lily closed her eyes. "No... I-I don't want to go there... D-don't take me."

He chuckled darkly. "Not yet, love." He looked her up and down after he'd pulled her to her feet. "You're too young."

"Don't take her at all." Felix hissed. "They way you describe it sounds like somewhere a girl would hate."

Pan grinned. "They do. But you would like it... All boys do."

"Then take me." Felix stated. "I'd rather be there than here anyway."

Peter turned to him. "You've got until she turns seventeen to find me the Philosophers stone. Fail and I'll take her.._. Forever."_

* * *

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Hagrid. "I thought the forbidden forest was FORBIDDEN. Hence the name."

"They know the forest almost better than I do... But now... I- We really need to find 'em." Hagrid stated. "Now, we're gonna spilt up. Malfoy, go with Harry. And here, take Fang with ya'."

He sent an apologetic look towards Harry before he and Ron went the other way.

They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because of the trees were so thick.

There were times he swore he could've heard some distant music.

Harry could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.

"Look-" he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy.

Something bright and orange was gleaming on the ground a little further away.

They could see boys wearing ragged clothing and as they looked carefully, they spotted Lily and Felix talking to another boy.

Draco tried to push Harry out of the way to get a better look, but it only caused the other boy to notice them.

Peter raised its head and looked right at Harry, staring daggers at him, piercing his skin and the scar on his head burned..

Then a pain like he'd never felt before pierced his head; it was as though his scar were on fire. Half blinded, he staggered backward and struck the back of his head on a rock.

Blood began to seep out from the small cut.

His vision became blurred and just as he fainted an image of the boy he'd just seen in the clearing, -the one that caused his scar to burn- was holding a glowing heart.

He was grinning down at someone, someone crying, but Harry would never know who that person would be... At least not yet.

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	2. The Boggart

**Chapter 1: The Boggart**

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Five long years had passed since that night in the forbidden forest and Hogwarts still remained Lily's home.

She was now sixteen years old and in her fifth year at Hogwarts.

Things were going well and she had many friends, but the ones she cared about more than anyone were Harry, Ron and Hermione.

The three of them were in Defence against the Dark Arts classroom, along with the other Griffindors and Slytherins.

Before them was a small wardrobe. Something was inside, clearly trying to get out, but the door was sealed shut.

"Would anyone like to venture a guess...as to what is inside?" asked Professor Lupin, their assigned teacher.

"That's a Boggart, that is." Stated a Griffindor.

"Very good, Mr. Thomas. Now, can anybody tell me what a Bogart looks like?" asked the Professor

Ron almost jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke from beside him. "No one knows," answered Hermione.

"When did she get here?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what makes them so..."

Hermione was cut by Professor Lupin. "-So terrifying, yes, yes, yes... 10 points to Gryffindor. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart, yet it requires force of mind. You, see the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practice the charm without wants first. After me, please...Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" Said the class together.

"Good," said Professor Lupin. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville."

Neville, the toad boy from their first year at Hogwarts had always been the shy one and the one who usually messed up. He looked anxious.

Harry looked over at Hermione and whispered, "Where's Lily?"

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Harry looked over at Hermione and whispered, "Where's Lily?"

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. "I think she's still asleep."

While the rest of the class whispered amongst each other, Lupin was whispering something into Neville's ear.

"First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?" He asked him/.

Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.

"Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," Said Professor Lupin cheerfully.

Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "Professor Snape."

The whole class heard the name of their Potions teacher and laughed.

Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.

"Professor Snape... hmm... Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"

Neville nodded nervously. "Erm... Yes. But-I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either."

"No...it won't" said Professor Lupin, now smiling. "I want you to picture her clothes. Only her clothes, very clearly, in your mind."

Neville looked startled, but replied nevertheless, "She carries a red handbag..."

Lupin raised a hand dismissively.

"- We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open that wardrobe...here's what I want you to do. Excuse me," said Professor Lupin to the rest of the class.

"Imagine Professor Snape in your grandmother's clothes. Can you do that?" Professor Lupin asked Neville.

"Yes," said Neville uncertainty, plainly wondering what was coming next.

"When the Boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "One, two, three!" He waved his wand lightly and the wardrobe's door swung open.

"Think, Neville, think." He encouraged the worried boy beside him, while a replica of Professor Snape stepped out of the closet.

"R - r - riddikulus! " Squeaked Neville.

"Wonderful, Neville, wonderful! Incredible! Okay...to the back, Neville. Everyone, from a line!"

Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron, who were chatting with Seamus.

No one else noticed as she pulled out a golden chain, where a small hourglass hung delicately around her neck.

She turned it once before the class emptied and she was alone.

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Lily's eyes burst open at the sudden shaking of her bed. "Ugh! Hermione!"

As soon as the sunlight hit her, she closed them once again.

"Wake up, Lily!" Hermione insisted, nudging Lily until she moved

"It's too early to wake up!" She moaned.

"Yeah... But you do realize you're late for class, right?" Her best friend laughed and before pulling the covers off of her.

Lily opened her eyes once again in shock. "What!?" She shouted. "Wait... Then why are you here? You're never late."

"Well actually I'm not, class starts in fifteen minutes so-" Lily groaned in frustration, cutting her off.

She opened her eyes and frowned. "So I'm late... But you're not... Yet we're both here... And class starts in ten minutes... Hermione... It's too early for this."

"I can go back in time," Hermione began, showing Lily the hourglass which she kept on the golden necklace.

"Where did you get that?" She asked in awe, suddenly wide awake.

"It's called a Time-Turner," Hermione whispered, so as no one could hear her. "And I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. I've been using it all year to get to all my lessons."

Lily frowned. "Isn't that like... Against the laws of magic or something?"

Hermione nodded. "Professor McGonagall made me swear not to tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic so I could have one. She had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I'd never, ever use it for anything except my studies."

Admiring the swirly patterns around the hourglass, Lily asked. "How does it work?"

"I've been turning it back so I could do hours over again, that's how I've been doing several lessons at once, see?" Hermione explained.

Lily stared at her before nodding slowly. "Um... Yeah. But just one small question..."

Hermione put the necklace away, under her shirt. "Mm-mm?"

"Why on earth would you even want to be in two places at once?" Lily asked, yawning slightly.

Her best friend gave her an irritated look. "Because... Unlike some people... I actually care about my education."

"A little too much." Lily muttered under her breath. "OK! So are we going to class or what?"

Hermione nodded as Lily started to get dressed.. "Yup! But let me explain first." She stated. "We're learning how to defeat Boggarts..."

"Boggarts?" Lily repeated. "Ugh!

"When it shows your worst fear..." Lily's heart somehow accelerated. "You've got to imagine a way to make it funny and when you do... You wave your wand and say Riddikulas."

Lily nodded. "Thanks..."

"Well, we should go wait by the door, I'm in class right now as well,and in precisely... ten minutes from now, we'll be getting in line to each have a turn at defeating it. But if we want to go noticed, we've can't be seen."

Lily frowned. "Well that's helpful."

Hermione smiled at Lily and watched as she gathered all her books and supplies for today's lessons.

Lily picked up her nine inch, walnut wood wand. It a phoenix feather core, with two unicorn hairs and one veela hair.

It had been lying beside her dark leather handbag, which happened to have a small griffindor charm attached to the zip.

Almost every witch and wizard kept their wands placed in the inside pocket of their coats, just to make it easier to grab it when they needed it, and Lily was no exception.

"Finished?" asked Hermione patiently, and Lily nodded.

Lily and Hermione were standing inside of the Gryffindor's common room, in front of the door and before Lily and her stepped out.

Hermione opened it up a bit to see if anyone was walking up, or down the stairs.

"Remember: we can not be seen," She reminded Lily and with that; both of the young witches stepped down the stairs and were headed to classroom where Professor Lupin had his Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, on the first floor.

Lily heard a noise that sounded a lot like old chains, rattling from above.

The two girls looked up and spotted Peeves: the poltergeist.

"Oh, no." Lily sighed. "Run." She whispered to Hermione.

Hermione just shook her head as in 'no' and looked up at Peeves. Who was still playing with the chains. "It doesn't seem as if he has noticed us and with luck, he may not." Whispered Hermione. "Let's go."

It wasn't going to be that simple, though. They hadn't gone more than a doze paces when a doorknob and something came shooting out of nowhere in front of them.

It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.

"Be quiet, Peeves-please-you'll get us in trouble." Said Lily. Peeves cackled.

"Wandering around in the castle instead of being in class? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please." said Lily again.

"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."

"Get out of the way," snapped Hermione, taking a swipe at Peeves this was a big mistake.

"STUDENTS NOT AT CLASS!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS NOT AT CLASS!" Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives and down the stairs.

"Sometimes I wonder if you really are as clever, Hermione." said Lily while she followed the other witch, right to the end of the corridor where they slammed into a door and it was locked.

"This could be it! We're so dead!" Lily moaned, as she pushed helplessly at the door. "This could definitely be it!" They could hear footsteps, Flich running as fast as he could towards Peeves's shouts.

"Please, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed her wand from the inside pocket of her coat and tapped the lock, and whispered, "Alohomora!"

The lock clicked and the door swung open, they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."

"Say 'please."'

"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.

"All right -please."

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.

"He thinks this door is locked," Hermione whispered. "I think we'll be okay- you can let go now, Lily."

Lily had been tugging on the sleeve of Hermione's school cloak for the last minute. "What?"

Hermione turned around - and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, she was sure she'd walked into a nightmare.

They weren't in a room, as she had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden.

They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor.

It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.

It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Lily knew that the only reason they weren't already dead was that their sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.

Hermione groped for the doorknob-between Filch and death, she'd take Filch.

They fell backward, Hermione slammed the door shut, and they ran, they almost flew, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didn't see him anywhere, but they hardly cared.

All they wanted to do was put as much space as possible between them and that monster.

They didn't stop running until they reached Professor Lupin's class in Defence Against the Dark on the first floor.

"Wonderful, Neville, wonderful! Incredible! Okay...to the back, Neville. Everyone, from a line!" Heard both Lily and Hermione Professor Lupin say. "Hide!"

Whispered Hermione and pushed Lily back behind the door. While they watched the other Hermione sneak out of the classroom and towards the stairs to

Gryffindor's common room to wake Lily up.

Lily stared after the other Hermione, her mouth agape. "This is so wired." She stated.

Hermione grinned. "I know right." She chuckled, watching her past self. "Hang on... Is that really how my hair looks like at the back?"

Lily chuckled. "Come on, I think we should go in now."

They entered the room and no one saw as they made their way to the back of the line, well everyone except Harry. "God, Lily... Almost thought you weren't coming."

Hermione and her exchanged glances. "I almost forgot where the classroom was." She stated, smiling.

Almost an half an hour had passed when it was Ron's turn to face the Boggart.

Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on him, clicking its pincers menacingly.

For a moment, Lily thought Ron had frozen. Then-"Riddikulus!" he bellowed, and eight colourful roller skates appeared on the spider's feet, if you could call them that.

"Yes! You see? Very good, very good! Marvellous! Absolutely very, very enjoyable! Lily Jones, next! Step up. Show us what you see. Keep your nerve."

Lily saw the look of fear on Ron's face after facing the giant spider and took a deep breath knowing she was next.

Hermione gave her an encouraging smile before Lupin called her up.

She stumbled forward after someone gave her a gentle nudge.

"Hagrid." She corrected him, her heart racing.

As much as she liked Lupin as a teacher, it was very frustrating when he- or any other teacher called her by her real name.

It reminded her of her visit with Pan. She shuddered.

Her eyes widened in worry, he was her biggest fear. And when the Boggart changed its form into a hooded figure with a multicoloured cloak, she couldn't hold it it. "Shit." She whispered.

There were gasps from behind her and Lily was shaking with fear.

Boggart Pan removed his hood and smirked at Lily.

She froze. Her throat constricted as she listened to the blood pounding in her ears.

Every muscle in her body screamed at her to flee, but she remained frozen.

The Boggart walked towards her, "Hello Lily." It whispered. "Long time no see..."

Lupin seemed to notice the fear in her eyes because before anyone could stop him, which they probably wouldn't have anyway, he intervened.

"Here!" He shouted suddenly, hurrying forward.

Then they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of him.

He pulled out his wand and said, "Riddikulus!" The Boggart flew directly back into the wardrobe. "Right, well, sorry about that. Ah, that's enough for today. If you'd all like to collect your books from the back of the class, that's the end of the lesson."Thank you... sorry, sorry, you've already had too much of a good thing," He faced, Lily who was staring at the wardrobe with fear still in her eyes.

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	3. Hippogriffs

**Chapter 2: Hippogriffs**

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When Lily and her best of friends entered the Great Hall for lunch after their lesson with Professor Lupin, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins, including Felix, with a very funny story.

As they passed their table, Malfoy, did a ridiculous impression of Pan smirking wickedly at Lily and there was a roar of laughter. "Aww... Is little Lily crying?"

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind her. "Just ignore him, he's not worth it..."

"Hey, Jones!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug.

Lily couldn't help but notice Felix give her a glare.

He must have corrected her, because then she shrieked. "Hagrid! You-know-who is coming! Woooooooooo!"

Lily dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley. "New third-year course schedules," said George, passing them, over. "What's up with you, Lily?"

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at Slytherin table.

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror.

"That little git," He said calmly.

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Lily was pleased to get out of the castle after lunch.

Their next lesson was with Hagrid, her _step_-father.

Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut.

He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boar-hound at his heels, looking impatient to start.

"C'mon, now, get a move on!" He called as the class approached him. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"

For one nasty moment, Lily thought that he was going to lead them into the forest; Lily had had enough unpleasant experiences in there to last her a lifetime.

As much as she and Felix used to run around in those woods when they were younger, things had completely changed after Pan's visit.

However, Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of paddock.

There was nothing in there, as far as they could see, anyway.

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" Hagrid called. "That's it-make sure yeh can see! Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books-"

"How?" said the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Eh?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open our books?" Malfoy repeated.

He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope.

Other people took theirs out too; some, like Lily, had belted their book shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.

"Hasn'-hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.

The class all shook their heads.

"Yeh've got ter stroke 'em!" said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look -"

He took Hermione's copy and ripped off the tape that bound it.

The book tried to bite him, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Malfoy sneered. "We should have stroked them! why didn't we guess!"

"I - I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Be quiet, Malfoy," said Lily quietly.

Hagrid was looking downcast and Lily wanted her step-father's first lesson to be a success.

"Righ' then," said Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his thread, "so-so yeh've got yer books an'-an'... Now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get 'em. Hang on... "

He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.

"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Malfoy loudly. "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him!"

Lily almost hit Felix when he, like the rest of the Slytherins laughed.

"You obviously didn't hear what Lily told you, Malfoy," said Harry.

"Careful, You-know-who's behind you!" Squealed Lavender Brown, pointing toward the opposite side of the paddock. "Oooooooh!

Trotting toward them were a dozen of the most bizarre creatures Lily had ever seen.

They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes.

The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking.

Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the vast hands of

Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures.

"Gee up, there!" he roared, shaking the chains and urging the creatures toward the fence where the class stood. Everyone drew back slightly as Hagrid reached them and tethered the creatures to the fence.

"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "Beau'iful, aren' they?"

Lily could sort of see what Hagrid meant.

Once you got over the first shock of seeing something that was, half horse, half bird, you started to appreciate the hippogriffs' gleaming coats, changing smoothly from feather to hair, each of them a different colour: stormy gray, bronze, pinkish roan, gleaming chestnut, and inky black.

"So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer -"

No one seemed to want to. Lily, Harry, Ron and Hermione, however, approached the fence cautiously.

"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' hippogriffs is, they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do."

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Felix weren't listening; they were talking in an undertone and Lily had a nasty feeling they were plotting how best to disrupt the lesson.

"Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move," Hagrid continued. "It's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt.

"Right - who wants ter go first?"

Most of the class backed farther away in answer. Even Lily, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had misgivings. The hippogriffs were tossing their fierce heads and flexing their powerful wings; they didn't seem to like being tethered like this.

"No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.

"I'll do it," said Harry, earning him a warm smile from Lily.

He climbed over the paddock fence.

"Good man, Harry!" roared Hagrid. "Right then - let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak."

He untied one of the chains, pulled the gray hippogriff away from its fellows, and slipped off its leather collar.

The class on the other side of the paddock seemed to be holding its breath. Malfoy's eyes were narrowed maliciously.

"Easy now, Harry," said Hagrid quietly. "Yeh've got eye contact, now try not ter blink... Hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much..."

Harry's eyes immediately began to water, but he didn't shut thern. Buckbeak had turned his great, sharp head and was staring at Harry with one fierce orange eye.

"Tha's it," said Hagrid. "Tha's it, Harry... now, bow."

Harry didn't feel much like exposing the back of his neck to Buckbeak, but he did as he was told. He gave a short bow and then looked up.

The hippogriff was still staring haughtily at him. It didn't move.

"Ah," said Hagrid, sounding worried. "Right - back away, now, Harry, easy does it

But then, to Harry's enormous surprise, the hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was an unmistakable bow.

"Well done, Harry!" said Hagrid, ecstatic. "Right - yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!"

Feeling that a better reward would have been to back away, Harry moved slowly toward the hippogriff and reached out toward it. He patted the beak several times and the hippogriff closed its eyes lazily, as though enjoying it.

The class broke into applause, all except for Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Felix, who were looking deeply disappointed.

"Righ' then, Harry," said Hagrid. "I reckon he might' let yeh ride him!"

This was more than Harry had bargained.

He was used to a broomstick; but he wasn't sure a hippogriff would be quite the same.

"Yeh climb up there, jus' behind the wing joint," said Hagrid, "an' mind yeh don' pull any of his feathers out, he won' like that..."

Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeaks wing and hoisted himself onto its back.

Buckbeak stood up. Harry wasn't sure where to hold on; everything in front of him was covered with feathers.

"Go on, then'" roared Hagrid, slapping the hippogriffs hindquarters.

Without warning, twelve-foot wings flapped open on either side of Harry, he just had time to seize the hippogriff around the neck before he was soaring upward.

It was nothing like a broomstick, and Harry knew which one he preferred.

The hippogriff's wings beat uncomfortably on either side of him, catching him under his legs and making him feel he was about to be thrown off; the glossy feathers slipped under his fingers and he didn't dare get a stronger grip; instead of the smooth action of his Nimbus Two Thousand, he now felt himself rocking backward and forward as the hindquarters of the hippogriff rose and fell with its wings.

Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leaned back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak, then felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground.

He just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.

"Good work, Harry!" roared Hagrid as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Felix cheered. "Okay, who else wants a go?"

Emboldened by Harry's success, the rest of the class climbed cautiously into the paddock.

Hagrid untied the hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock. Neville ran repeatedly backward from his, which didn't seem to want to bend its knees. Lily, Ron and Hermione practised on the chestnut, while Harry watched.

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Felix had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.

"This is very easy," Malfoy drawled, loud enough for Harry to, hear him. "I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" he said to the hippogriff. "Are you, you great ugly brute?"

It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a highpitched scream and next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.

"I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"

"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who had gone very white. "Someone help me - gotta get him outta here -"

Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Malfoy easily. As they passed, Lily saw that there was a long, deep gash on Malfoy's arm; blood splattered the grass and Hagrid ran with him, up the slope toward the castle.

Very shaken, the Care of Magical Creatures class followed at a walk. The Slytherins were all shouting about Hagrid.

"They should fire him straight away!" said Pansy Parkinson, who was in tears.

"It was Malfoy's fault!" snapped Dean Thomas. Crabbe, Goyle and Felix flexed their muscles threateningly.

They all climbed the stone steps into the deserted entrance hall.

"I'm going to see if he's okay!" said Pansy, and they all watched her run up the marble staircase. The Slytherins, still muttering about Hagrid, headed away in the direction of their dungeon common room; Lily, Harry, Ron, and Hermione proceeded upstairs to Gryffindor Tower.

"You think he'll be all right?" said Lily nervously.

"Course he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second," said Harry, who had had far worse injuries mended magically by the nurse.  
"That was a really bad thing to happen in Hagrid's first class, though, wasn't it?" said Ron, looking worried. "Trust Malfoy to mess things up for him..."

They were among the first to reach the Great Hall at dinnertime, hoping to see Hagrid, but he wasn't there.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione were no far behind Lily when they walked in through the door of Gryffindor's common room, that evening.

"It will be okay," Said Hermione to Lily, with confidence in her voice.

Lily smiled and whispered quietly, "Should we tell them about that dog?"

"Tell us what?" Asked Ron.

Both Lily and Hermione turned their gaze towards them.

Hermione took a deep breath before she explained about what had happened earlier that morning.

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" Ron finally exclaimed.

Lily nodded in agreement. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."

"But didn't you notice what it was standing on?" Hermione asked her.

"The floor?" suggested Harry.

"I wasn't looking at it's feet, I was too busy with it's heads." Said Lily.

Hermione shook her head. "It was standing on a trapdoor! It's obviously guarding something..." She stood up, glaring at them.

She had given Lily something else to think about. The dog was guarding something...

What had Hagrid said to Harry? 'Gringotts, the wizards bank, was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide-except perhaps Hogwarts.'

Lily sighed before she spoke, "You...you don't think...That it could be...You know...The stone?"


	4. The Astronomy Tower

**Chapter 3: The Astronomy Tower**

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Hermione looked at Lily with a wondrous gaze, as if she knew the answer.

"What stone?" Asked Fred and George, suddenly curious.

"Stay here!" Said Hermione, and she sprinted up the stairs to the girl's dormitories.

Lily, Harry, Ron, Fred and George barely had time to exchange mystified looks before she was dashing back, with an enormous old book in her arms.

"I never thought to look in here!" She whispered excitedly. "I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading."

"Light?" exclaimed Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she'd looked something up, and started flickering frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.

At last she found what she was looking for.

"I knew it!"

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" asked Ron grumpily, but Hermione ignored him.

"Nicolas Flamel," She whispered dramatically, "is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

This didn't have quite the effect she'd expected, well at least not from the boys.

"The what?" asked Fred and George.

Lily rolled her eyes at them. "Look-read that, there."

She pushed the book towards them, and Harry, Ron, Fred and George read: 'The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).'

"See?" Said Hermione, when they had finished. "The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the stone moved out of Gringotts!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!" said Lily. "No wonder Pan's after it! Anyone would want it."

Harry nodded. "Now all we have to do is get it."

"Say what?" The twins asked. "You want to sneak passed a three headed monster? A monster that just happens to be on the third floor... Which just happens to be forbidden?"

Lily sighed. "Are you going to stop us?"

They chuckled. "'Course not!" They stated, grinning. "We're gonna help you! Why do you want it anyway?"

Harry and Lily exchanged worried looks. The only people who knew what had happened in the forbidden forest was Hermione, Ron, Felix, them and unfortunately Draco.

"Can I tell them?" Harry asked her.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded. "Go ahead."

Harry sighed. "Pan doesn't just want the stone... He wants Lily too."

The twins just sat there momentarily in shock. "What? What the bloody hell for?" They tried not to yell.

Lily held back a sob. "I don't know... He just... He just does."

It was true, Lily had no idea why Peter Pan would want her, and that's exactly what scared her. "Well,

"Technically, she's not-" Ron started.

George put a hand to Ron's mouth in attempt to shut him up, so Fred could continue. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... if that git wants to take our favourite sibling away, then he'd have to go through us. Right Forge?"

George nodded in agreement. "Right Gred."

Lily hugged them both. "Thank you."

Hermione looked over at Lily with concern written all over her face, but she had a word of comfort.

As Lily leaned back into the sofa, Hermione spoke. "Listen, Lily... Everyone says the dark one is the only one you-know-who is afraid of. And as long as he's around, he won't touch you."

Lily frowned, and she could tell the boys had the same blank expression. "Who's the dark one?" They asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly! You really never read, do you?" She snapped. When no one replied, she sighed. "You-know-who used to be an old friend of the dark one ... But he betrayed him. And ever since then, The dark one has been seeking revenge."

"How do you know he's here?" Harry asked her.

Hermione shrugged. "He must be... Otherwise you-know-who would've taken- um- made a move by now."

"You can say it, you know..." Lily whispered.

Hermione sighed. "Lily, I-"

"His name is Peter Pan." Lily stated, causing the others to flinch. "Fear in the name, only increases fear in the thing its self."

Her tone was flat and tired, and the others could understand her grief.

The sky had turned dark before they stopped talking. "Now, if you guys don't mind, I think Lily and I should go to bed." Ron stared after Hermione as she gently took her up the spiral staircase and said. "No, we don't mind."

* * *

After ten minutes, Lily had finally fallen asleep.

Night was now her least favourite part of her day.

It was the usually routine of getting under the warm covers, slowly falling asleep and hoping she wouldn't see his face.

But tonight was no different.

_He was grinning at her darkly, holding her wrists tightly in his hands. "Let go!" She pleaded._

_But he didn't, he never did. "You are mine. Forever."_

_"Unless I find the stone." She hissed. "And I will find it! I believe!"_

_Pan scoffed. "Believe all you want. You've got one month left. If I don't get the stone... You will never have your freedom."_

_Sometimes a cage would appear from nowhere, and he always pushed her inside, slamming the door shut. "Let me out!" She would beg..._

_He would, only to hurt her and put her back in._

_But tonight he did neither, no... He dragged her to a tree house, making sure to give her plenty of cuts and bruises._

_"Forever..." And as he went to rip out her heart._

Hermione woke from her sleep by the sound of Lily's desperate cries of fear.

The young witch sat up and noticed that Lily had woken herself up as well. Hermione did not hesitate.

She stumbled out of her own bed, and walked over to Lily.

Her cheeks were wet from tears. "Are you okay?" She whispered, and sat next to Lily and placed her arms around her in comfort.

Lily nodded and grabbed her wand, which lay on a chair beside her bed, swung it lightly, and a white handkerchief appeared in her hand.

"N-nightmare a-again..." She stuttered, while she used the handkerchief to wipe her face.

"Pan, right? Don't worry, it was just a dream." Whispered Hermione, and stroked her hand up and down Lily's back.

Lily bit her lip. "No... I-it wasn't just a dream." She whimpered. "I've got one month... Then he'll take me away."

"Who'll come and take you away?" A voice asked from the other side of the room.

Lily and Hermione turned their heads to the left and saw: Ginny Weasely, Ron's little sister, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown and Fay Dunbar.

They were all standing next to Lily's bed with concern written all over their faces.

"I didn't know you were awake," said Hermione.

"Did I wake you, too?" asked Lily, guilt written all over her tear struck face.

"How is a girl supposed to sleep when you, Lily, are always screaming out into the night in fear, as if your being murdered?" Asked Lavender scornfully.

"Just ignore her," said Fay Dunbar and glared at the witch.

"What happened to you in the dream?" Whispered Parvati, a girl with raven black hair, and and doe like eyes.

"Pan almost took my heart," answered Lily, while she felt Hermione's hand rub up and down her back.

"It's alright. It was just a dream, Lily, it doesn't mean anything. You're safe now." Said Ginny with comfort in her voice.

'It doesn't mean anything?' thought Lily. 'Of course it does: My life is at stake!''

Before the anyone could stop her, Lily ran out of the dormitory. "Was it something I said?" Asked Ginny.

Hermione shrugged but knew that it was. "It's not your fault, Ginny."

Lily darted out of the common room, and headed for the astronomy tower.

She went there whenever she felt like she did now, terrified.

Luckily for her, on her way, she met no one.

When she reached her destination, she looked up at the stars.

It hadn't even been a minute when a cold familiar voice spoke from behind her. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

Lily tensed, to afraid to speak. She shivered when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

Lily tensed, to afraid to speak. She shivered when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

She let out a hitched breath as his hands rested on her hips, starting to make their way up her body, until she pulled away from him.

"D-don't t-touch me." She hissed, still not daring to face him.

Somehow, he was delighted. "You've still got that fire, I see." He whispered. "I'll enjoy putting it out."

He turned her around forcefully, startling her. Before she could protest his lips were on hers.

Pan released his grip on her, when they both heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. "See you in thirty days," He whispered darkly, and vanished before three figures reached the top of Astronomy Tower and caught Lily with surprise.

When she finally saw who they really were: Draco Malfoy along with his two bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, she felt her stomach churn.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Lily," Draco sneered glancing at Crabbe then at Goyle, who were standing on either side of him.

As if Pan's visit wasn't enough. "Wishing for someone to come and take you away? Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning, perhaps?" Asked Draco with a derisive tone.

Her eyes widened. "How would you possibly know about that?" Lily demanded.

Draco smirked. "I was there, " He stated. "When the boggart turned into Pan."

Lily glared at him. "Leave me alone, Malfoy."

"Ooh!-not very friendly. Boy's I think it's time we teach this girl how to respect her superiors." Said Draco and pulled out his wand.

"Ha! I hope you don't mean yourself." Said a familiar voice.

Lily was as surprised as Draco when they saw Hermione Harry, Ron, Fred and George coming up the stairs.

"How dare you talk to me, you filthy, little Mudblood!" Yelled Draco and raised his wand, but Harry was quicker.

"Expelliarmus!" and before anyone had time to react, Draco's wand flew out of his hands and he was disarmed.

"Let's go." Said Crabbe.

"Quick!" Yelled Goyle and pushed Malfoy closer to the stairs.

"Not a word to anyone, understood?" Exclaimed Malfoy while he and his 'goons' ran down the stairs until the Gryffindor students couldn't hear them no more.

"Are you okay?" Asked Hermione concerned.

Lily just nodded, thoughts of Pan's presence worrying her to the core.

She wasn't alright, but that wouldn't stop the twins.

"Good," said Fred and smiled brightly at Lily.

"Now if you three will excuse us," said George, gesturing for Harry, Hermione and their little brother. "We have something we would like to discuss with Lily."

Lily gave the them a confused look, but didn't say anything.

"Thick heads." Whispered Ron as he and the others began to walk down the stairs and back towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Early Christmas present for you, Lily," Said George and Fred pulled something from inside his cloak and hand it t her.

It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it.

Lily, suspecting one of Fred and Georges jokes, stared at it blankly. "What's this supposed to be?"

"This, Lily, is the secret to our success," said George, patting the parchment fondly.

"It's a wrench, giving it to you, really," said Fred, "but we decided, last night, your needs are greater than ours."

"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George. "We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" Asked Lily confused.

"A bit of old parchment?" Said Fred, pretending to feel offended.

"Well...when we were in our first year, Lily-young, carefree, and innocent-"

Lily just rolled her eyes at the last word. She doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.

"-Well, more innocent that we are now- we got into a sport with Flich."

"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason -"

"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual detention-"

"-disembowelment-" George added.

Fred grinned. "-and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.

"Please, don't tell me-" said Lily and started to grin for the first time that day.

"Well, what would you've done?" asked Fred. "George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open it, and grabbed-this."

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he

wouldn't have confiscated it."

"And you know how to work it?"

"Oh yes," said Fred, smirking. "This little beauty's taught us more than all the teachers in this school."

"You're winding me up," said Lily, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment.

"Oh, are we?" said George.

He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that George's wand had touched.

They joined each other, they criss-crossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:

_Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs_

_Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP_

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds.

But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labelled with a name in minuscule writing.

Astounded, Lily bent over it. A labelled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room.

And as Lily's eyes travelled up and down the familiar corridors, she noticed something else.

This map showed a set of passages she had never entered. And a couple of them seemed to lead -

"Right into third floor," said Fred, tracing one of them with his finger. "There are seven hidden passages in all. Now, Filch knows about these four." He pointed them out.

"But we're sure we're the only ones who know about these ones. Don't bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor. We used it until last winter, but it's caved in-completely blocked. And we don't reckon anyone's ever used this one, because the Whomping Willow's planted right over the entrance. And as you might've noticed, another entrance is right at the bottom of this staircase, through that one-eyed old crone's hump. It leads to the third floor."

"Moony, Wormtaill Padfoot, and Prongs," sighed George, patting the heading of the map. "We owe them so much."

"Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers," said Fred solemnly.

"Right," George said briskly.

"Don't forget to wipe it after you've used it or anyone can read it," Fred said warningly. "Just tap it again and say, 'Mischief managed!' And it'll go blank."

"So, young Lily," said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, "Mind you behave yourself."

Both Fred and George left the tower, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way.

Lily stood there, gazing at the miraculous map.

She watched the tiny ink Mrs. Norris turn left and pause to sniff at something on the floor, and somehow,she felt safer, until she spotted the labelled dot heading straight for the tower: Argus Filch.

"Mischief managed!" Lily whispered, tapping her wand on the map.

She ran down the stairs to the tunnel Fred and George had told her about her.

To try an attempt to hide, but when she reached the tunnel Mr. Filch was already there.

"Oh, no." She whispered.

"Well, take a good look lassie. This night might well be the last you spend in this castle. Hm. Oh, dear, we are in trouble." Said Mr. Filch.

* * *

Lily had never been in Filch's office before; it was a place most students avoided.

The room was dingy and windowless, lit by a single oil lamp dangling from the low ceiling. A faint smell of fried fish lingered about the place. Wooden filing cabinets stood around the walls; from their labels, Lily could see that they contained details of every pupil Filch had ever punished Fred and George Weasley had an entire drawer to themselves.

A highly polished collection of chains and manacles hung on the wall behind Filch's desk.

It was common knowledge that he was always begging Dumbledore to let him suspend students by their ankles from the ceiling.

Filch grabbed a quill from a pot on his desk and began shuffling around looking for parchment.

He retrieved a large roll of parchment from his desk drawer and stretched it out in front of her, dipping his long black quill into the ink pot.

"Name...Lily Jones. Crime..."

"Crime!? I only spent some alone time looking at the stars!" Exclaimed Lily.

"Alone time to you, girl, but to me it's an extra hour scrubbing!" Shouted Filch, a drip shivering unpleasantly at the end of his bulbous nose.

"Crime...being out of bed in the middle of the night without permission, or supervision."

Dabbing at his streaming nose, Filch squinted unpleasantly at Lily who waited with bated breath for his sentence to fall.

But as Filch lowered his quill, there was a great BANG! on the ceiling of the office, which made the oil lamp rattle.

"PEEVES!" Filch roared, flinging down his quill in a transport of rage. "I'll have you this time, I'll have you!"

And without a backward glance at Lily, Filch ran flat-footed from the office, Mrs. Norris streaking alongside him.

Peeves was the school poltergeist, a grinning, airborne menace who lived to cause havoc and distress. Lily didn't much like Peeves, but couldn't help feeling grateful for his timing. Hopefully, whatever Peeves had done, and it sounded as though he'd wrecked something very big this time, would distract Filch from Lily.

Thinking that she should probably wait for Filch to come back, Lily sank into a moth-eaten chair next to the desk. There was only one thing on it apart from Her half-completed form: a large, glossy, purple envelope with silver lettering on the front.

With a quick glance at the door to check that Filch wasn't on his way back, Lily picked up the envelope and read:

_kwikspell A Correspondence Course in Beginners' Magic._

Intrigued, Lily flicked the envelope open and pulled out the sheaf of parchment inside.

More curly silver writing on the front page said:

_Feel out of step in the world of modern magic? Find yourself making excuses not to perform simple spells?__Ever been taunted for your woeful wand work? There is an answer! Kwikspell is an all-new, fail-safe, quick-result, easy-learn course. Hundreds of witches and wizards have benefited from the Kwikspell method! Madam Z. Nettles of Topsham writes: "I had no memory for incantations and my potions were a family joke! Now, after a Kwikspell course, I am the center of attention at parties and friends beg for the recipe of my Scintillation Solution!" Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says: "My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you, Kwikspell!"_

Fascinated, Lily thumbed through the rest of the envelope's contents. Why on earth did Filch want a Kwikspell course? Did this mean he wasn't a proper wizard? Lily was just reading:

_Lesson One: Holding Your Wand (Some Useful Tips)_

When shuffling footsteps outside told Her Filch was coming back. Stuffing the parchment back into the envelope, Lily threw it back onto the desk just as the door opened.  
Filch was looking triumphant.

"That vanishing cabinet was extremely valuable!" He was saying gleefully to Mrs. Norris. "We'll have Peeves out this time, my sweet -"

His eyes fell on Lily and then darted to the Kwikspell envelope, which, Lily realized too late, was lying two feet away from where it had started.

Filch's pasty face went brick red. Lily braced herself for a tidal wave of fury. Filch hobbled across to his desk, snatched up the envelope, and threw it into a drawer.

"Have you - did you read -?" he sputtered.

"No," Lily lied quickly.

Filch's knobbly hands were twisting together.

"If I thought you'd read my private - not that it's mine - for a friend - be that as it may - however -"

Lily was staring at him, alarmed; Filch had never looked madder. His eyes were popping, a tic was going in one of his pouchy cheeks, and the tartan scarf didn't help.

"Very well - go - and don't breathe a word - not that - however, if you didn't read - go now, I have to write up Peeves' report - go -"

Amazed at her luck, Lily walked out of the office, up the corridor, and back upstairs. To escape from Filch's office without punishment was probably some kind of school record.

"Miss. Jones. What're you doing wandering the corridors at night?" she heard a voice say from behind, and she could tell right away who it was - Professor Snape.

"I must say I thought Mr. Potter to be the one who would be doing such a thing. Since his father, too, was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle -" Lily cut him off.

"Harry and his dad did not strut. And nor do I."

"I'm on my way back to Gryffindor's common room from Mr. Filch off -" but she got cut off by Professor Snape.

"Mr. Filch office? Miss. Jones. You do not look to have the appearance for trouble."

'Pan does not have the appearance to be wicked, yet he is.'" thought Lily to herself.

"Looks can be deceiving." said Lily to Professor Snape.

"Yes. Indeed. What's that?" Asked Professor Snape, and pointed at the parchment in Lily's hand.

"It is what it looks like a piece of parchment," She said with a shurg.

Snape turned it over, his eyes on Lily.

"Surely you don't need such a very old piece of parchment?" he asked. "Why don't I just - throw this away?"

His hand moved towards the fire.

"No!" said Lily quickly.

"So!" said Snape, his long nostrils quivering. "is this another treasure gift from Mr. Weasley? Or is it - something else? A letter, perhaps, written in invisible ink? Or - instructions to get into Hogsmeade without passing the dementors?" Lily blinked. Snape's eyes gleamed.

"Let me seem let me see..." he muttered, taking out his wand and smoothing the map. "Reveal your secret!" he said, touching the wand to the parchment.

Nothing happened. Lily, clenched her hands to stop them from shaking. "Show yourself!" said Snape, tapping the map sharply.

It stayed blank. Lily was taking deep, calming breaths.

"Professor Serverus Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield the information you conceal!" Snape sapped, hitting the map with his wand.

As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map.

"Mooney presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." Snape froze.

Lily, stared, dumbstruck, at the message, but the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to

Professor Snape and..."

"Go on." demanded Professor Snape.

"I - I don't think I should." Stuttered Lily.

"Keep reading!" He ordered.

Lily closed her eyes, when she'd opened them, the map had had it's last word.

"...and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other  
people's business."

Lily waited for the blow to fall, when she heard him say.

"Why you insolent little -"

"Professor...?" she heard Professor Lupin cry out.

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	5. A Few Complications

**Chapter 4: A few complications**

* * *

Snape turned around, pointing his lit wand towards him. "Well, well. Lupin. Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?"

Lily's eyes widened in confusion. And apparently so did Lupin's, when he saw her."Lily? Are you all right?"  
'No.'

"That remains to be seen. I have just now confiscated a rather curious artefact from Ms. Jones. Take a look,

Lupin. This is supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic. "

He handed the paper to Lupin.

"I seriously doubt it, Severus. It looks to me as if it is merely a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it." He chuckled. "I suspect it's a Zonko's product."

As Snape went to take the map back, Lupin pulled away. "Nevertheless, I shall pursue any hidden qualities it may possess. It is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise. Lily, would you come with me, please?Professor, good night."

* * *

Lupin took Lily to his office. "Come in. Now, I haven't the faintest idea, Lily, how this map came to be in your possession."

"I haven't had it for long." She replied honestly. "Some friends gave it to me."

The professor sighed. "I don't think I need to ask who." He stated, "The Weasley twins, no doubt?"

She knew Lupin was a kind teacher and that he wouldn't punish Fred and George for giving it to her, so she nodded. "Yeah..."

He chuckled softly. "They never set much store by the rules, do they?"

Lily couldn't help but smile slightly. "I guess not. Professor, can I ask you something?"

He tilted his head slightly,"You want to know why I stopped you facing that Boggart, yes? I would've thought it'd be obvious, when it shape shifted in to Pan, I saw the dread in your eyes."

She tried to suppress the tears she felt peeking from the corner of her eyes, but they started to flow. "I-I couldn't help it. H-h-he was j-just so-"

"-Terrifying. I understand." Lupin stated. "I'm not angry at you Lily. It wasn't your fault." He reassured her. "But I must know, why on earth were you wandering around the castle at night?"

Lily bit her lip. "I-I had a nightmare... A-and wanted to be alone." She whispered.

He nodded sympathetically. "Would you like to talk about it?" He asked her.

Lily had never told an adult about her problem with Pan, but she trusted Lupin. "I've h-had them for a while... Since my first year."

His eyes widened slightly. "Have you ever talked about them."

"Only to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Felix and... Maybe Malfoy knows too, but..." She trailed off, ot so sure what she wanted to say.

Lupin gestured for her to sit down in front of the desk, as he did the same the other side. "What was your nightmare about."

Her hitched breath didn't go noticed, but he didn't react. "When I found out I wasn't Hagrid's daughter... I-I ran off into the forest with my brother... Then we heard this music, and we both felt like we had to follow it. So we did. It was coming from a pipe." Lily paused.

The professor waited patiently for her to continue. "There was a group of teenage boys dancing, as Pa- a hooded figure was playing the pipes. When he noticed me and Felix... He threatened us and said that when I turned seventeen, he'd come for me... un-unless we find the philosophers stone."

Lupin's eyes were wide. "When will you turn seventeen."

"I-in exactly thirty days." Lily whispered.

He sighed, frowning slightly s his gaze returned to the map. "I do happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it's a map," He added when he saw how Lily looked amazed. "And I am astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly now after what you just told me. Did it never occur to you that this - in the hands of Peter Pan is a map to you?"

Lily just shook her head as in 'no' "No? I'm not angry with you,Lily." He repeated. "But as your teacher I can't let you have it back."

Lily had expected that and was too keen for explanations to protest. "Do you know the makers of the map?" asked Lily

"We've met," He said shortly. There was a small silence but it was soon broken. "Don't expect me to cover up for you again."

Lily lowered her head before she said, "Professor, I really need the map... I can't hide from Pan without it."

Lupin was looking at Lily more seriously than ever before. "You of all people should know how serious the circumstances really are, Lily. Your mother gave her life to keep you alive. A poor way to repay her-gambling her sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks."

"M-m-my m-mother?" She whimpered.

His eyes widened slightly. "Yes, Lily... Forgive me... I thought you knew..."

The sixteen year old bowed her head. "D-d-did you know her?"

"Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted fairy, she was also an uncommonly kind woman." said Professor Lupin.

Lily's eyes lit up, but the light soon faded when yet another question popped into her head. "H-how did you meet her?"

Lupin smiled a little. "There was this boy... I found him long ago, he was just a boy, a little younger than you at the time..." He sighed. "He was alone and starving on the streets... Homeless. At the time I had no idea where he came from."

Lily knitted her brows together, running the story over in her mind. "Where DID he come from?" She asked him, curious.

"A place called the Enchanted Forest." He replied. "Baelifre," Noticing the confused look on his students face,

Lupin chuckled. "Yes, Lily, that's his name... Anyway, I took him in and a few years after, a fairy paid us a visit."

"M-my mother?" Lily guessed, still dazed that her mother was a fairy.

Lupin nodded. "Yes. Her name was Silvermist. Now that I think about it... She looked a lot like you."

Lily smiled. "I wish I could've met her."

"I know, Lily... I know... But if there's one thing I've learnt about your mother, it's that she never gave up on anything. It was her who had helped Bae escape."  
"Escape what?"

Lupin closed his eyes momentarily. "Neverland."

Her stomach churned at the name. "Oh."

"Your mother had stayed on that Island only god know how long. She gave Baelifre the last of her pixie dust so he could fly away..."

"Then how did she leave... Did Pan let her go?" Lupin noticed the hope in her voice.

But he wouldn't lie to her. "No. But if she hadn't you would never have been born."

"What? Why ever not?"

Lupin chuckled again. "Because a certain pirate, one that Baelfire had been very close to came to Neverland in search for a plant that killed his brother... A poison he intended to use on The Dark One."

Lily nodded. "What happened?"

"When Kilian found what he was looking for, your mother paid him a visit. She told him that Baelfire was safe and that she helped him escape. Pan had been listening but before he almost killed your mother... they managed to open a portal and return to the enchanted forest."

"So my mother escaped?" Lily asked hopefully.

Lupin shrugged. "She managed to be free for at least two years, long enough to have given birth to two children."

"Me and Felix." Lily stated. "Then... M-my dad... W-was he the-"

Lupin cut her off. "The Pirate. Yes. Kilian Jones."

"What happened after the two years?"

The professor could tell Lily was eager for more. "Pan found your mother... And when he did... He killed her...

Just after she sent her children to another world... This world."

Lily's eyes widened. "P-Pan... Killed my- Wait... My father... Is he still-?"

"I don't know Lily... But you should be getting back to the gryiffindor common room... The sun is almost up. And don't take any detours, Lily. If you do, I shall know." He gestured to the map and walked away, leaving Lily with far too many question marks hanging over her head.

Lupin and her hadn't realized that a certain boy with an evil smirk was flying outside the window of the classroom, eavesdropping to the conversation they'd just had.

* * *

Lily was now back at the common room and was surprised to see Hermione sitting comfortably with a book by the fireplace at this hour.

Hermione was interrupted by the sound of her footsteps stepping on the loose floorboards that were giving out a creaking sound.

She looked up from her book and spotted Lily.

The young witch could tell by the look on the other girls face that something was troubling her.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick... Are you alright, Lily?" She asked with worry as she closed the book.

Lily looked over at her from where she was standing before she replied, "I'm fine. Just ran into a few complications with Filch and Snape, that's all. Luckily Lupin came walking down the hallway just in time."

Hermione was surprised, but what to expect when you're best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?

"What happened? You don't have to explain the whole situation. Just tell me what happened when Professor Lupin came."

Lily looked at her with tired eyes. "The sun is rising and I want to get some sleep before I have to wake up in a couple of hours." She replied and started heading for the stairs.

Lily was definitely not a morning person. "I can understand that, but I want to help you and there must be something I can do!?" said Hermione, more than determined.

Lily has known Hermione for five years and knew how loyal she was to her friends. She also knew how devoted and stubborn Hermione was when it came to her books and finding answers. Especially when her friends were in trouble.

"Fine." said Lily and gave out a small sigh. Realizing that she shouldn't turn down help when she defiantly needed it.

She walked up to the fireplace and popped down into the chair that stood beside Hermione's.

"Lupin told me about my biological mother and what had happened to her," She began and could already the tears in her eyes. Hermione sat patiently in the chair next to her with her book in her arms, like a small child with a teddy bear she held so dear.

"Apparently, she had helped a young boy escape Neverland by giving the last of her pixie dust-" "Wait." Said

Hermione suddenly cutting Lily off. "Pixie dust? Lily, was your mother a fairy?"

Lily weren't amazed by Hermione's quick ways of figure things out.

Especially this time, yet Lily was quite worried. "You should be careful with how fast you use your brain, Hermione. One day you'll find yourself in big trouble because of it," Lily had no idea how correct she actually was. "Anyway, if I believe what Lupin said, then yes."

"He also said that my mother managed to stay hidden for two year with a pirate -"

"A pirate!?" exclaimed Hermione cutting Lily off again.

"Really? Again?" questioned Lily.

"I'm sorry." said Hermione as she continued. "It's just that there's so much I don't know about you... And this is coming from someone who knows all about Harry more than he does, which makes this so exciting."

"I understand your point." answered Lily. "And as I was saying: my mother managed to stay hidden with a pirate for two years who she obviously had a fling with because she gave birth to Felix and I."

"Your mother was a fairy and your father was a pirate? What happened to your mother? I mean how did she die and what happened to your father? Is he still alive and what's his name? Maybe I've read something about him without even realizing it."

Lily looked at Hermione with wide eyes after hearing all her questions and answered, "According to Professor Lupin. My mother knew Peter Pan was looking for her and before he managed to track her down and... kill her. She created a tornado that brought her two babies to this world."

"You and Felix." said Hermione and Lily nodded.

"I don't know if my father is still alive, or if Pan killed him too. All I know is that he was or is a pirate and that his name is, or was... Killian Jones."

"'Killian Jones'" repeated Hermione in her head after Lily had mentioned it as if she had heard of the name before, and if she had it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone.

Suddenly they heard a sound of two doors open and footsteps of Gryffindor students were now coming down the stairs.

"You should get yourself some sleep, Lily." said Hermione and stood up from the chair. Lily had no time to respond before the other girl had disappeared out of the common room door.

"Hey, Lily." Greeted Ron as he spotted her on his way down the stairs, that led to the boys dormitory.

Lily turned around and gave him a tired smile. "Want to play some wizard chess today? I bet you're better than Harry at it." Harry rolled his eyes when he heard Ron's statement.

"No, thank you." She replied, politely. "It's been a long night and I just want to get myself some sleep, maybe later." She said before she was about to climb up to the girls dorm, when Harry suddenly asked, "Where's Hermione?"

Lily turned her head to the right and looked straight into his green eyes. "She never said where she was going, but my guess: the library."

Both Harry and Ron smiled at her before they rushed out of the common room door.

Lily sighed slightly, and decided to have a nap by the fire instead.

So she made her way towards the big comfy armchair and fell asleep within minutes.

* * *

Hermione emerged from between the bookshelves looking irritable. "All the copies of the Seven Seas History have been taken out," She stated, sitting down next to Harry and Ron. "And there's a _two-week_ waiting list."

"Why do you want it?" asked Harry.

"The same reason everyone else wants it, obviously," She said, "To read up a legend."

"What legend?" asked Ron quickly.

She shrugged. "That's just it, I don't know, and I can't find the story anywhere else -" she was cut off by the bell.

Harry and Ron left Hermione alone to grab some breakfast before it all was gone. 'The Restricted Section' she thought to herself.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that first?" she whispered.

The Restricted Section is the part of the library young witches and wizards aren't allowed without a special permission.

Luckily, Hermione had just that. She had got it from Gilderoy Lockhart during her second year here at Hogwarts.

Hermione went through all the shelves until she saw 'National Registration Of The Sea.'

It was a big red book with a ship on the cover.

She pulled it out and placed it on the table closest to her.

Hermione went through all the records before she spotted him- _Killian Jones._

"Found you!" She exclaimed in triumph as she kept on reading.

'_Killian Jones also know as Hook, is the captain of the ship, The Jolly Roger, once names The Jewel Of The Realm._

_His brother, Liam Jones, former captain of the ship died from the deadly poison, dreamshade._

_Dreamshade had been their reason for their journey to the island, Neverland._

_Their King had given them orders to retrieve samples of the plant, telling them that it was in fact a magical form of medicine._

_Unfortunately, that had been a lie._

_The death of Killian's brother in Neverland caused the change in the vessel's name, and the reason Killain became a pirate._

_Years later, Killian got his nickname Hook, when he had lost his hand in a duel with 'thee who shall not be named'._

_It is not yet confirmed, but rumoured that the pirate had fallen in love with a fairy known as Silvermist and she died by the hands of 'thee who shall not be named'._

_More rumours state that Captain Hook has two children that were lost before their mother's death, and that he is to this day, still searching for them._'

Hermione kept on reading until she got to the part she was more interested in: current information.

For living in a world of magic, the books weren't just history, they somehow know what's happening in the present...

As if the person, place of object they're writing about let out a sort of signal.

'_Status: Alive._

_Nickname: Captain Hook._

_Age: Nearly 300 years._'

"Alive? H-he's a-alive?" stuttered Hermione. The young girl got up from where she was sitting to go and tell Lily the good news.

But as Hermione stood up, she came face to face with Peter Pan.

"Hello, Granger." He smirked.

At first she didn't know who he was, but the cruel smirk on his face gave it away. "Pan."

He spread out his arms in confirmation. "The one and only."

Before she could reply, he blew something in her face and she blacked out.

Pan smirked at his good work and with a wave of his hand, Hermione vanished.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were making their way to the library.

Hiding behind the shelves, Pan watched them come in.

Pan smirked at his good work and with a wave of his hand, Hermione vanished.

* * *

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were making their way back to the library after having stuffed their bellies full.

Their heavy discussion about Quidditch echoed between the walls. Hiding behind the shelves, Pan watched them come in.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.

Harry frowned. "She was sitting in the corner over there, earlier. Maybe she's gone back to the common room?"

After Harry and Ron looked around the library for any signs of Hermione, they were unsuccessful, much to Pan's amusement.

He followed them, unknowingly by the two best friends back to the Griffindor common room.

"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.

"Pig snout," said Harry and the portrait swung forward and they stepped inside.

Fred and George sat on either side of the table reading the new schedule for their Quidditch drills Oliver Wood had given out to each and everyone in the team.

A group of seven girls sat on the floor near the fireplace and giggling at something, or someone they apparently find funny.

Ron walked over to one of the couches where Lily lay sleeping.

"Poor thing," Began Ron and looked down at her ",Too tired to climb the stairs to the girls dormitories."

Harry smiled down at the young beautiful girl and looked over at the corner of the room - Hermione's favourite spot.

Where she usually sat with a pile of books and parchment , but now left untouched. "She's not here," Harry stated.

Ron bit his lip. "Do you think we should wake her up?" He gestured to Lily.

Harry's stomach twisted with worry, but decided to ignore it.

She had probably just walked into the great hall to grab the last of the breakfast. Before it was time for lunch.

Harry nodded, and let Ron wake her up.

She groaned and almost hit him. "What?" She snapped.

"Um..." Ron started a bit nervous at the look she was giving him.

They knew her well enough not to wake her up.

"We can't find Hermione." In any normal world, a land without magic not finding someone would be really worrying.

Because people who disappear usually end up dead. And here, in the wizarding world it's no different.

"She is probably just in the Great Hall. Eating what's left of the remaining breakfast." Exclaimed Lily. At least that's what she hoped.

"That's what I first thought, as well," answered Harry, trying to camouflage his worry before he continued.

"The thing is, though. That they cleared the tables for fifteen minutes ago and Hermione would have been back by now."

"Lupin." Whispered Lily.

"What?" Her two best friends asked.

Lily was now suddenly wide awake. "We have to find Lupin."

"Lupin!?" repeated Ron confused.

"Why? What does he have to do with it?" Asked Harry, not understanding the coincidence.

"Last night after you stopped Draco and his two trouble makers from... Whatever..." Began Lily. "Your brothers Fred and George gave me a map."

"A map!?" exclaimed Ron frustrated.

"What kind of map?" Asked Harry curious.

"It's a map of Hogwarts. It's called the Marauder's Map. Not only does it show every classroom, every hallway and every corner of the castle, it also shows every inch of the grounds, as well. Has all the secret passages that are hidden within its walls and the location of every person in the grounds... It's also not fooled by animagi, polyjuice potions, or invisibility cloaks; even the Hogwarts ghosts are not exempt from this." Explained Lily.

"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!" said Ron, outraged. "I'm their brother!"

"Never mind that, Ron. With that map we can locate Hermione." Exclaimed Harry with joy

Lily lowered her head before saying. "The thing is, though. I don't have it anymore."

"What do you mean: you don't have it?" Asked Harry.

"I ran into a few complications on my way back here to the common room. Luckily... and unfortunately, I guess... Lupin came walking down the hallway, rescued me from Snape and confiscated it."

"Brilliant." Said Ron. "Now what should we do?"

* * *

They had been searching for Hermione for the entire morning, but no one had scene her at all.

In the end they decided she was missing and returned to the common room, where they half hoped to find Hermione waiting for them. "What if she was kidnapped?"

"Who would want to abduct Hermione?" Asked Lily in a quite voice so that everyone in the room wouldn't hear.

"Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think," said Ron in mock puzzlement.

"Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

He looked at Lily and she looked back, unconvinced.

"If you're talking about Malfoy -"

"Of course I am!" Said Ron.

"Malfoy, a kidnapper?" Asked Lily sceptically.

"Look at his family," said Harry. "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"Malfoy may be a lot of things, but being a kidnapper is not one of them." The young girl exclaimed.

Ron rolled his eyes at Lily's statement.

"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but we won't be able to find Hermione by sitting here and throwing accusations." Harry stated quickly.

"What do you suggest?" Muttered Ron.

"We need to split up."

"Split up!?" repeated Lily confused.

"Yes." Answered Harry before he continued.

"Ron and I will start looking at the east side of the castle, and you, Lily."

"You can go and look for Lupin." Lily nodded in response and were about to walk out of the Gryffindor common room door.

When she heard him say. "Ask him to have the map back," but the young girl had already disappeared out of their sight.

* * *

Lily walked down the stairs to Professor Lupins class in Defence Against the Dark Art on the first floor. When she suddenly felt something, or someone grabbing her right arm.

Before Lily could even comprehend what was happening, she was locked in a broom cupboard with- "Pan."

He chuckled darkly. "Hello Lily. Miss me?"

The demon didn't even need to hold her in place, the cupboard was so small that his body was crushing her against the wall.

However, Lily fought widely against him. "Let me go!" She yelled.

Pan let out a growl, his hand now over her mouth. "Calm. Down." He whispered threateningly. "We wouldn't want anyone else joining us now, would we?"

Lily whimpered as his hand slowly lowered. "What do you want?" She snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. "We didn't get to finish our little _game_ last night." He stated, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"I've got twenty nine days left." Lily reminded him. "I don't intend to have you grope me everyday until then... Just leave me alone!" Lily squirmed again.

"Sorry, can't." He chuckled. "Well, I could, but I won't. I came here... To talk about a friend of yours..."

Lily's eyes widened. "Hermione." It wasn't really a question.

Pan smirked. "Yeah... You were right about her, you know..."

"What?"

He chuckled, planting small kisses on her neck that Lily tried so hard to ignore. "Her knowledge _did_ get her into trouble."

Lily unsuccessfully tried to push him off of her. "No! What d-did you do t-to her?" She demanded. "If you hurt her I swear you'll regret it." She seethed.

Pan scoffed. "Was that a threat?"

Lily hesitated, knowing what she was about to say was probably rather foolish but she couldn't show him she was afraid...

She refused to be weak. "_Yes_." She snarled. "Now, give her back to me!"

Pan cupped her cheek. "Sorry. Can't. Not until I get the stone... And _you_."

Lily gasped. "B-b-but you said you only w-wanted the s-stone!"

He smirked. "I do... But I just happen to want _you_ as well."

She shook her head in disbelief. "You're a monster."

He shrugged. "You'll get used to it." He winked, before vanishing before her very eyes.

Her heart stood still and she was frozen to the spot, after hearing Pan's statement.

'Somewhere down the line you're going to get what you deserve.' Lily thought to herself before she bolted out from the broom cupboard.

The young girl rushed down the corridors in an attempt to find her two best friends.


	6. Where's Hermione?

**Chapter 5: Where's Hermione?!**

* * *

"Hey, Lily." Greeted Ron as he spotted her on his way down the stairs, that led to the boys dormitory.

Lily turned around and gave him a tired smile. "Want to play some wizard chess today? I bet you're better than Harry at it." Harry rolled his eyes when he heard Ron's statement.

"No, thank you." She replied, politely. "It's been a long night and I just want to get myself some sleep, maybe later." She said before she was about to climb up to the girls dorm, when Harry suddenly asked, "Where's Hermione?"

Lily turned her head to the right and looked straight into his green eyes. "She never said where she was going, but my guess: the library."

Both Harry and Ron smiled at her before they rushed out of the common room door.

Lily sighed slightly, and decided to have a nap by the fire instead.

So she made her way towards the big comfy armchair and fell asleep within minutes.

* * *

Hermione emerged from between the bookshelves looking irritable. "All the copies of the Seven Seas History have been taken out," She stated, sitting down next to Harry and Ron. "And there's a _two-week_ waiting list."

"Why do you want it?" asked Harry.

"The same reason everyone else wants it, obviously," She said, "To read up a legend."

"What legend?" asked Ron quickly.

She shrugged. "That's just it, I don't know, and I can't find the story anywhere else -" she was cut off by the bell.

Harry and Ron left Hermione alone to grab some breakfast before it all was gone. 'The Restricted Section' she thought to herself.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that first?" she whispered.

The Restricted Section is the part of the library young witches and wizards aren't allowed without a special permission.

Luckily, Hermione had just that. She had got it from Gilderoy Lockhart during her second year here at Hogwarts.

Hermione went through all the shelves until she saw 'National Registration Of The Sea.'

It was a big red book with a ship on the cover.

She pulled it out and placed it on the table closest to her.

Hermione went through all the records before she spotted him- _Killian Jones. _

"Found you!" She exclaimed in triumph as she kept on reading.

'_Killian Jones also know as Hook, is the captain of the ship, The Jolly Roger, once names The Jewel Of The Realm. _

_His brother, Liam Jones, former captain of the ship died from the deadly poison, dreamshade._

_Dreamshade had been their reason for their journey to the island, Neverland. _

_Their King had given them orders to retrieve samples of the plant, telling them that it was in fact a magical form of medicine. _

_Unfortunately, that had been a lie. _

_The death of Killian's brother in Neverland caused the change in the vessel's name, and the reason Killain became a pirate. _

_Years later, Killian got his nickname Hook, when he had lost his hand in a duel with 'thee who shall not be named'. _

_It is not yet confirmed, but rumoured that the pirate had fallen in love with a fairy known as Silvermist and she died by the hands of 'thee who shall not be named'. _

_More rumours state that Captain Hook has two children that were lost before their mother's death, and that he is to this day, still searching for them._'

Hermione kept on reading until she got to the part she was more interested in: current information.

For living in a world of magic, the books weren't just history, they somehow know what's happening in the present...

As if the person, place of object they're writing about let out a sort of signal.

'_Status: Alive. _

_Nickname: Captain Hook. _

_Age: Nearly 300 years._'

"Alive? H-he's a-alive?" stuttered Hermione. The young girl got up from where she was sitting to go and tell Lily the good news.

But as Hermione stood up, she came face to face with Peter Pan.

"Hello, Granger." He smirked.

At first she didn't know who he was, but the cruel smirk on his face gave it away. "Pan."

He spread out his arms in confirmation. "The one and only."

Before she could reply, he blew something in her face and she blacked out.

Pan smirked at his good work and with a wave of his hand, Hermione vanished.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were making their way to the library.

Hiding behind the shelves, Pan watched them come in.

Pan smirked at his good work and with a wave of his hand, Hermione vanished.

* * *

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were making their way back to the library after having stuffed their bellies full.

Their heavy discussion about Quidditch echoed between the walls. Hiding behind the shelves, Pan watched them come in.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.

Harry frowned. "She was sitting in the corner over there, earlier. Maybe she's gone back to the common room?"

After Harry and Ron looked around the library for any signs of Hermione, they were unsuccessful, much to Pan's amusement.

He followed them, unknowingly by the two best friends back to the Griffindor common room.

"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.

"Pig snout," said Harry and the portrait swung forward and they stepped inside.

Fred and George sat on either side of the table reading the new schedule for their Quidditch drills Oliver Wood had given out to each and everyone in the team.

A group of seven girls sat on the floor near the fireplace and giggling at something, or someone they apparently find funny.

Ron walked over to one of the couches where Lily lay sleeping.

"Poor thing," Began Ron and looked down at her ",Too tired to climb the stairs to the girls dormitories."

Harry smiled down at the young beautiful girl and looked over at the corner of the room - Hermione's favourite spot.

Where she usually sat with a pile of books and parchment , but now left untouched. "She's not here," Harry stated.

Ron bit his lip. "Do you think we should wake her up?" He gestured to Lily.

Harry's stomach twisted with worry, but decided to ignore it.

She had probably just walked into the great hall to grab the last of the breakfast. Before it was time for lunch.

Harry nodded, and let Ron wake her up.

She groaned and almost hit him. "What?" She snapped.

"Um..." Ron started a bit nervous at the look she was giving him.

They knew her well enough not to wake her up.

"We can't find Hermione." In any normal world, a land without magic not finding someone would be really worrying.

Because people who disappear usually end up dead. And here, in the wizarding world it's no different.

"She is probably just in the Great Hall. Eating what's left of the remaining breakfast." Exclaimed Lily. At least that's what she hoped.

"That's what I first thought, as well," answered Harry, trying to camouflage his worry before he continued.

"The thing is, though. That they cleared the tables for fifteen minutes ago and Hermione would have been back by now."

"Lupin." Whispered Lily.

"What?" Her two best friends asked.

Lily was now suddenly wide awake. "We have to find Lupin."

"Lupin!?" repeated Ron confused.

"Why? What does he have to do with it?" Asked Harry, not understanding the coincidence.

"Last night after you stopped Draco and his two trouble makers from... Whatever..." Began Lily. "Your brothers Fred and George gave me a map."

"A map!?" exclaimed Ron frustrated.

"What kind of map?" Asked Harry curious.

"It's a map of Hogwarts. It's called the Marauder's Map. Not only does it show every classroom, every hallway and every corner of the castle, it also shows every inch of the grounds, as well. Has all the secret passages that are hidden within its walls and the location of every person in the grounds... It's also not fooled by animagi, polyjuice potions, or invisibility cloaks; even the Hogwarts ghosts are not exempt from this." Explained Lily.

"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!" said Ron, outraged. "I'm their brother!"

"Never mind that, Ron. With that map we can locate Hermione." Exclaimed Harry with joy

Lily lowered her head before saying. "The thing is, though. I don't have it anymore."

"What do you mean: you don't have it?" Asked Harry.

"I ran into a few complications on my way back here to the common room. Luckily... and unfortunately, I guess... Lupin came walking down the hallway, rescued me from Snape and confiscated it."

"Brilliant." Said Ron. "Now what should we do?"

* * *

They had been searching for Hermione for the entire morning, but no one had scene her at all.

In the end they decided she was missing and returned to the common room, where they half hoped to find Hermione waiting for them. "What if she was kidnapped?"

"Who would want to abduct Hermione?" Asked Lily in a quite voice so that everyone in the room wouldn't hear.

"Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think," said Ron in mock puzzlement.

"Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

He looked at Lily and she looked back, unconvinced.

"If you're talking about Malfoy -"

"Of course I am!" Said Ron.

"Malfoy, a kidnapper?" Asked Lily sceptically.

"Look at his family," said Harry. "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"Malfoy may be a lot of things, but being a kidnapper is not one of them." The young girl exclaimed.

Ron rolled his eyes at Lily's statement.

"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but we won't be able to find Hermione by sitting here and throwing accusations." Harry stated quickly.

"What do you suggest?" Muttered Ron.

"We need to split up."

"Split up!?" repeated Lily confused.

"Yes." Answered Harry before he continued.

"Ron and I will start looking at the east side of the castle, and you, Lily."

"You can go and look for Lupin." Lily nodded in response and were about to walk out of the Gryffindor common room door.

When she heard him say. "Ask him to have the map back," but the young girl had already disappeared out of their sight.

* * *

Lily walked down the stairs to Professor Lupins class in Defence Against the Dark Art on the first floor. When she suddenly felt something, or someone grabbing her right arm.

Before Lily could even comprehend what was happening, she was locked in a broom cupboard with- "Pan."

He chuckled darkly. "Hello Lily. Miss me?"

The demon didn't even need to hold her in place, the cupboard was so small that his body was crushing her against the wall.

However, Lily fought widely against him. "Let me go!" She yelled.

Pan let out a growl, his hand now over her mouth. "Calm. Down." He whispered threateningly. "We wouldn't want anyone else joining us now, would we?"

Lily whimpered as his hand slowly lowered. "What do you want?" She snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. "We didn't get to finish our little _game_ last night." He stated, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"I've got twenty nine days left." Lily reminded him. "I don't intend to have you grope me everyday until then... Just leave me alone!" Lily squirmed again.

"Sorry, can't." He chuckled. "Well, I could, but I won't. I came here... To talk about a friend of yours..."

Lily's eyes widened. "Hermione." It wasn't really a question.

Pan smirked. "Yeah... You were right about her, you know..."

"What?"

He chuckled, planting small kisses on her neck that Lily tried so hard to ignore. "Her knowledge _did_ get her into trouble."

Lily unsuccessfully tried to push him off of her. "No! What d-did you do t-to her?" She demanded. "If you hurt her I swear you'll regret it." She seethed.

Pan scoffed. "Was that a threat?"

Lily hesitated, knowing what she was about to say was probably rather foolish but she couldn't show him she was afraid...

She refused to be weak. "_Yes_." She snarled. "Now, give her back to me!"

Pan cupped her cheek. "Sorry. Can't. Not until I get the stone... And _you_."

Lily gasped. "B-b-but you said you only w-wanted the s-stone!"

He smirked. "I do... But I just happen to want _you_ as well."

She shook her head in disbelief. "You're a monster."

He shrugged. "You'll get used to it." He winked, before vanishing before her very eyes.

Her heart stood still and she was frozen to the spot, after hearing Pan's statement.

'Somewhere down the line you're going to get what you deserve.' Lily thought to herself before she bolted out from the broom cupboard.

The young girl rushed down the corridors in an attempt to find her two best friends.

Lily's fear seemed to have increased at the thought of Hermione in Pan's clutches that she barely even noticed the first year boy coming her way.

"Watch out!" He yelled in panic and let go of the object he was holding as he stretched out both of his hands to help the girl to slow down.

It was, however in vain; she bumped into him and they both fell over onto the stone cold floor.

Lily didn't hesitate to apologize as she helped him up. She glanced at his house badge and realized he was also in griffindor.

The young boy stood silent for quite some time before he replied, "No! It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Lily asked and the boy just nodded. "What's that?" Lily pointed at a big brown book lying a few feet away.

He turned his gaze and followed the direction of her finger, only to let out a small "Aha!" when he saw what she was referring to.

"Hmm...it seems to be a...book!?" He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She gave him a look. "I can see it's a book." She rolled her eyes playfully at his statement and went to pick it up for him. "I'm Lily by the way." She smiled as she handed him the book.

From the corner of her eye, Lily saw her two best friends running down the corridor.

As the boy was about to answer, the called her name. "Lily! We've got an- Uh, who's this?"

"He was about to tell me, before you two came." She playfully glared at them.

Harry frowned. He could almost see in her eyes that something was very, very, very wrong.

"I'm Henry. Henry Mills."


	7. Peter Pan Never Fails

**Chapter 6: Peter Pan Never Fails**

* * *

Hermione groaned when she woke up, a painful sensation was coming from the back of her head.

She sat up and began to scan the environment she found herself in, placing her right hand on the back of her head to ease the pain.

The young girl had no idea what time it was because the clock on her left hand had stopped working.

It didn't take her long, however, to figure out that she was locked in a bamboo cage. "What...?"

Hermione pulled at the grate in an attempt to break free, but to no avail.

Suddenly, she thought of her wand which she always had placed in the back pocket of her jeans.

"Looking for this?" She heard a familiar voice ask. Although it was dark, she could still see his grin through the cage.

"M-my wand!?" She exclaimed in surprise, though what she feared most was the boy holding it, Pan. "Give it back!" She demanded and leaned forward in an attempt to reach for it through the gaps of her new prison.

Pan raised an eyebrow at her bravery. "Why should I?" He asked her, and began to circulate the cage.

"Because it's mine." Hermione retorted, her voice laced with uncertainty. She was afraid, no matter how well she hid it.

"It certainly is, but you hardly need it," She kept a watchful eye on him, while he went around in circles, trying to make her feel uneasy. He was doing a good job.

"Furthermore, I don't need to use an old stick to pursue magic. It flows through me like water in a stream." He grinned smugly.

_'That's not all that's flowing through him, obviously.'_ Hermione thought to herself. "Are you going to give it back to me?" She asked him.

He scoffed. "And let you use it to break free and stop me?" He questioned her. "Not that you'd succeed, mind you."

"So, which is it? Yes, or no?" Asked Hermione curiously.

Pan grinned at her before replying, "You silly girl." He broke the wand in half.

Hermione yelled out in shock and in frustration at the sudden incident and stared down at her broken wand, but realized quite quickly how useless it was and tried to calm herself. Inside however, she was crying.

Pan was impressed by her rapid change in mood. "You and the rest of your little friends should know who you're dealing with by now." He stated and turned around to walk away.

When he suddenly heard Hermione say, "Whatever your plan might be, it's not going to work!"

"We'll see when I finally have both Lily and the stone in my hands," Pan replied with his back still facing her. "Peter Pan never fails!"

"There's a first time for everything! And you _will_ fail! Oh, and why are you talking about yourself in third person? Don't you know how crazy that makes you sound?"

Pan rolled his eyes at her statement in irritation. "At least I'm not a know-it-all." He snapped.

Before he walked back to camp he turned around to face the witch and cast a sleeping spell on her.

"Sweet dreams, girl. You're going to need them." He grinned and vanished in the dark.

The lost boys were screaming and cheering while they were dancing to a rhythmic music around the camp fire when he returned.

Embers from the fire were glowing between the trees in the dark.

Pan sat on a rock in the center of the camp and watched the boys casually while he played with his dagger.

After a while he suddenly felt a sensation vibrating through his entire body and he knew exactly what that feeling meant. The stone had been found.

Pan grin wickedly to himself. "About time."

Without warning he flew towards the second star, and made his way into the wizarding world.

* * *

Not long after he reached the Slytherin dormitory, he found Felix laying on his bed gazing at a small box.

Peter smirked when he guessed what was inside. "Hello, laddie." He greeted.

"Pan." Felix returned the gesture. It had been about two years since Pan started visiting him, when Felix decided to look for the stone.

Now he had found it, he was worried about his sister. "You've found the stone, I see." The demon smirked darkly. "Hand it over, then."

Felix hesitated. "What happens if I give it to you?" He asked. "Will my sister be Okay? Will you leave her alone?"

Pan raised an eyebrow. "That depends on you, Felix." He snapped. "Now give me the stone."

"No." Felix retorted. "I want you to swear that you won't hurt her."

Pan raised his eyebrows impatiently. "Give. Me. The. Stone!" He yelled.

"No!" Yelled Felix, furious. The demon boy smirked in amusement.

"Glad to see that you've got that same fiery spirit as your beautiful sister. It's going to be a pleasure putting it out!"

Felix stood there a second, baffled at his words. "You've been spying on her?!"

Pan laughed at this, appearing behind him, arms length from the box. Felix eyed him warily. "That I have! She thinks you hate her, you know." He picked up the box and walked towards the boy. "She thinks you gave up looking for the stone."

His eyes widened. "I was trying to protect her! When I saw what I had to do to get it, I decided to go on my own! That's not what I-!"

Pan rolled his eyes and used the wooden chest to smack Felix hard on the cheek with it, causing him to collapse onto the stone floor, a trail of blood leaking down his cheek.

"_Good._" Pan thought to himself, kicking Felix in the stomach. "It's a shame you know, after you tried so hard to save her... I'm still going to take her with me." He grinned. "

"And you'll be to busy in the Hospital Wing to help her." He kicked him again, blood now spitting out of his mouth as he fell unconscious. "And don't worry, I'll be back for you too, when you're all better... And then, I'll wipe your memory."

"Bye, Felix." He winked, flying out of the window with the stone in his pocket. He could already feel the power radiating off of it.

* * *

"It was nice to meet you," Began Henry politely. "But unfortunately I have to go. I'm late for class."

"Which teacher do you have?" asked Ron curiously.

"Professor Snape." The boy replied as he headed off to class in a hurry.

_'Professor Snape'_ thought Harry to himself, while flashbacks of his first year at Hogwarts came to his mind.

The potions lesson turned out to be the worst thing that had happened to him and his friends.

At the start of his first year, Harry had gotten the idea that Professor Snape disliked him. By the end of the first lesson he knew he'd been wrong. Snape didn't dislike him-he hated him.

"Lily." Began Harry. "We've checked everywhere and even asked around if anyone has seen Hermione today-"

"-but she is nowhere! We've checked the library twice and-." Continued Ron with both fear and confusion in his voice.

Harry cut him off. "I think I've got a theory about what might have happened to her." He exclaimed.

"You do?"

"What' is it?" Lily asked, even though she already knew what had happened to their friend, and when Harry mentioned Pan she wasn't thrown back in shock.

Instead, she confirmed his theory. "You're right." said the young girl and both Harry and Ron looked with wide eyes at her.

"What do you mean?" asked Ron in confusion, a slight tremble in his voice.

"I mean: it's true. P-pan grabbed a hold of me and pulled me into a broom cupboard, and he threatened me... He told me that he took Hermione to Neverland."

Fresh tears were now rolling down from her eyes and Harry could feel the heat from the anger rise within him."How did he threaten you?" Harry asked.

Lily shivered. "He'll only let her go if I... If I find the stone. But h-he doesn't just want that..." Their eyes widened in realisation. "H-he... He wants me too."

"That I do!" Came the devil's voice from behind her.

The three best friends gasped, but before they could do anything, Pan grabbed Lily from behind. "Let her go!" Harry and Ron yelled.

Pan chuckled. "Tell me, Lily." He whispered into her ear, ignoring their protests. "Have you found the stone?"

"Let. Her. Go!" Harry hissed firmly and pulled out his wand, but before he could do any damage Pan threw a spell at both of the boys that got them paralysed.

Pan could hear Lily's heart speed up in fear. "Answer me, girl." He growled quietly.

"N-no, I haven't..." She stammered. "But... I still have a few days left to search."

Pan laughed at her pathetic declaration and whispered in her ear. "Well then, don't mind me asking: do you think you've done a good job searching?"

Lily was shivering like a leaf. "O-of course...at least I think so... I-I'm close." Lily instantly regretted that she said the last part.

"Well, maybe you should look harder!" Pan yelled, with seriousness in his voice and span her around so that she was facing him.

He smacked her hard across the face, the hand shaped bruise already appearing on her cheek. "You've got three days." Pan spat.

"U-until what?" She whimpered, awaiting the worst.

"Until I take you home with me." Pan stated.

Her glassy eyes widened in horror. "N-no!" She cried.

Pan raised an eyebrow and sent another blow at her. Only this time at her nose, causing it to bleed.

Lily fell hard onto the cold floor and tried to wipe her nose with her sleeve, but got her hand covered in blood.

She looked up at Pan with frightened eyes and the demon boy just smirked down at her in amusement for the works of art he had done to her face.

He knelt down in front of her and whisper into her ear."Now, go and clean the blood off your face... I'll see you later tonight." He winked and with that the demon flew out of Hogwarts castle, leaving a frightened Lily there onto the hard cold floor with her two frozen best friends.

The stone was light in his pocket and he could feel the power radiating off it. He smirked at his own little victory as he landed on the Neverland shore.

He made his way over to camp, and decided to visit his new little prisoner. "Hello, Granger." He greeted.

Hermione looked up at him. "What do you want?" She asked quietly.

Peter shrugged. "Nothing much." He put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out the stone. She gasped out. "I just wanted you to know... Peter Pan _never _fails."


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Harry Potter, Once Upon a Time, Hurt-Comfort