This is just an idea that came into my head after the latest episode of Once Upon A Time, nothing too special or unique. I tried to keep it in the view of someone from fairy tale land. All critique is welcome. Looks like I am going to eat my words. There is more. I will update next week.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away lived a bitter old man. The man was cursed with an appearance to match his wicked powers. He used these powers to make deals with the people of this land to watch them writhe in misery after learning the consequences of the deal. His power and compulsion to make a Deal was so strong it could pull him to other worlds. One disgustingly bright Summer's day, that is exactly what happened. Rumpelstiltskin was pulled to a strange land where all houses looked the same and the roads were paved with the oddest stone.
That is not what drew him however, it was the pull of the Deal, tantalizing in its power. Before him was a threshold which stood between him and those that would make the Deal with him, to his side was the Price. The Price, his Prize, it had such power and potential it caused him to let out a demented giggle. Excited as he was, he still knocked, if only to lull his victims into a false sense of security.
As the man with whom he would Deal approached the door, the details of the Deal came to him. The man had resentment for the Boy/Freak/Thing, Rumpelstiltskin's Prize, so great he had felt it upon entrance to this world. The closer the man-Dursley-approached, the more clear it became. The Prize was a burden upon their home, making odd things happen. Making Dursley afraid. This world's magic users had placed the Prize—Potter?—on the doorstep one November night three years ago. He now had all the information he could want and more for this Deal, thanks to Dursley's strong feelings. One more demented giggle escaped just before the doorknob turned. Rumpelstiltskin had not ever had a deal this easy.
What opened the door could hardly qualify as human, so large was the man's girth. No man in the lands of his home world could afford such luxury! Looking at Dursley's twisted visage, Rumpelstiltskin idly glanced down at his hand but saw the glamour of humanity which cast itself upon him in these journeys held.
"What do you want?" Dursley asked curtly "We do not want any vacuums and we are happy with our religion."
"Mr. Dursley, I have come here to make a Deal, one which shall benefit us both", said Rumpelstiltskin with a grin.
One hour later, Rumpelstiltskin walked out of the house with his Prize clutching his hand. Green eyes wide, the Prize's hand clutched his, calloused and bony. The boy looked less like a small child and more like a wraith for the Prize was hardly even skin and bone. As they came to the end of the house path, Rumpelstiltskin plucked a hair from his Prize's head and joined it to a string of gold. As it fell to the ground, there was a brief pop and they were there no more.