Happily After Never

by mollbunny

Gretchen and Harrison Witch-Kill are the son and daughter of Gretel (from Hansel and Gretel) they have been transferred to Ever After High but as they are not from royalty where will their loyalties lie? With each other or with the factions? Will they choose to fulfill their destiny and become the new Hansel and Gretel or will they choose something different all together?

1. Chapter 1

Once upon a time in a land far away or something like that. Anyway past the deep dark forest onto of the sunny mountain was the school of Ever After; the boarding school for the offspring of fairytale royalty. It was in front of the legendary stone steps that our story begins.

"Now children your father and I have sacrificed alot to ensure that you get a proper education, I expect you both to behave and make the most of this wonderful opportunity," Mrs Witch-Kill rested a hand on each of her children's shoulders. She took a moment to look at them, to properly ingrain every inch of them into her memory. It was all she would have until she saw them at Christmas. Her daughter, Gretchen, was nearly a woman already, her blonde hair tied in a rough plait behind her back. Her eyes heavily made up, her clothes torn and frayed from where she had cut them and modified them to make them 'cool'. Her son Harrison, the exact opposite, his hair was long but tamed into a side fringe that hid half his face. His clothes were conservative and pressed. Both were regarding her with a sulk. "I know my darlings, but this is for the best, you'll see," she took a breath and stepped back towards her carriage.

"I don't want to stay here," Gretchen said folding her arms over her chest. Mrs Witch-Kill sighed.

"I know sweetheart, but you must I don't know what's in store for you in the future but these people can help to keep you safe, to teach you all the things that I can't, please, just try," she begged her strong willed daughter.

"Mother, when will we see you again?" Harrison brushed his fringe from his blue eyes to look at her, tears threatening to spill down his delicate pale cheeks. Mrs Witch-Kill bit her lip as her own eyes threatened her with tears.

"Christmas baby," her voice broke and she pulled open the door of the carriage, not wanting to test her will. Harrison nodded and let his hair cover his face once more.

"It will pass before we know it, now remember I am only a phone call away and I love you my darlings, be good," she directed the sentiment to her daughter in particular, she seemed to challenge authority wherever she went. Gretchen rolled her eyes as the carriage pulled away, but she could not deny the ache in her heart at the separation from her mother. It hurt like hell that her and her twin brother had been all but abandoned in this place that was for royal brats. They turned to face the imposing building.

"Well Harry guess it's just you and me now," they joined hands, picked up their bags and headed inside.