Two Lovers of One Heart
Summary: When Yvaine Potter was younger and living with the Dursleys, the Shadow visited her and brought her to Neverland. Every summer, the Shadow would take her to her friends, the Lost Boys. As she gets older, Peter and Yvaine began to develop feelings for each other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Once Upon a Time.
Chapter One:
Third POV
Peter Pan and Henry Mills sat on opposite sides of the fire pit, on the ground and leaning back against the logs. Henry stared at the fire and occasionally glanced at Pan who sat looking up at the sky with a dazed look on his face, he seemed to be thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" Henry couldn't help but ask. This broke Pan out of his stupor. He turned to Henry and gave a small smile and looked to the fire.
"Someone was supposed to be visiting last summer. Never came because Shadow could never find them. Shadow searched for days but never found them." Pan answered with a glum look.
"Who is it?" Henry asked.
"Yvaine Potter, the smartest, most caring, funniest girl ever to set foot on the island." This shocked the young truest believer. Henry thought he saw love and compassion in his eyes, but shook off the thought as his imagination.
"You men, a girl besides Wendy came here? And you actually like her?"
"Indeed, she was a mother, sister, and friend to us all. We met her when she was around nine years old. Shadow brought her here for a reason we could not comprehend, but as we got to know her, we found the reason, we needed a womans touch around here. The reason she came here wasn't only a benefit for us, but for her as well."
"What do you mean?" By now, the Lost Boys had stopped their previous activities and gathered around the fire pit near Henry and Peter.
"She was abused by her relatives all because of her birthright. They called her a freak and made her their own personal slave." Pan answered.
"But what was her birthright?" Henry asked, fully getting curious about this girl who became friends with the Lost Boys and Pan.
"She was a witch." All the Lost Boys, even Felix, except Pan said in unison.
"You mean like my moms magic?" Henry asked, referring to Regina.
"No, she was more powerful than Regina. She had a wand and went to a magic school for it. Her mother was a witch born in a non-magic family and her father was born of witches and wizards. Mother was called muggle born and father a pureblood, so that made her a half-blood."
"Do you know where she is now?" Henry asked. Pan shook his head with a sad look on his face.
"No I don't. I guess we just have to wait and see."
Yvaine's POV
That's it. Voldemort is gone. The war is over. But why would it end like this? Fred is dead, so is Parvati, Remus, Tonks, Snape, so many people who didn't live their lives have died in this war.
As the tears fall from my eyes down to my dirt covered cheeks. I grip the Elder wand in my hand and look around at the damage of the school, my safe haven. This school was always my home more than the Dursley's crappy home. But besides Hogwarts, Neverland was my home. I miss James, Alexander, Marco, David, Felix, but most of all Peter.
I walk to the rubble covered bridge and look out to the horizon. I felt two pairs of eyes watching my every move.
"Why didn't the wand call to him?" I heard Ron ask. I turned to him and held the wand up.
"Because it was never his wand. Even though Snape killed Dumbledore, the wand never answered to him either. Draco was the one to disarm Dumbledore so the wand was his."
"Oh…" Hermione said.
"But, when we were taken to Malfoy manor, I took Draco's wand, disarming him."
"So that means…" Ron said trailing off.
"It's mine." I said.
"Well… What are we going to do with it?" Ron asked.
"We?" Hermione said.
"Well, that's the Elder wand. It's the most powerful wand in the world."
"Well," I said, putting the wand in my holster on my right arm. "I don't think people would take the wand from Mistress of Death herself." I said pointing to myself. They looked so shocked that I thought theirs eyes and jaw would fall out.
"Y-you? Y-you're the Mistress of Death?" Ron stuttered. I nodded and shrugged like it was nothing.
"What are you going to do now that the war's over?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm going to pack my bags and write my will. I'm going back to my other true home far away and it isn't on Earth." I told them. This confused them.
"Where?" Ron asked.
"Neverland." I heard two gasps.
"How did you get to Neverland?" Hermione asked. I guess it was time I told them what I've been doing every summer.
"When I was nine years old and still living with the Dursleys, a Shadow visited me in my cupboard and took me away for the entire summer. There I met the Lost Boys and Peter Pan. And from then on, the Shadow would visit me and take me to Neverland for the whole summer. The Lost Boys were all like brothers to me, some of the younger ones like sons, but Peter…" I trailed off.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Hermione said. I nodded with a small smile.
"Then go to him." Ron said. Now it was my turn to look shocked.
"What?" I said.
"Go," He said again. "You deserve to be with the man you love. And we won't hold you back to your true love." Hermione nodded in agreement with a small smile.
"Are you sure? I could always stay here and do the occasional visit to Neverland." I suggested. Ron gave me the same look that Hermione gives me when I said I would let her have the last sugar quill that was in our supply.
"For Merlin's sake and 'Mione and mine, go back to Neverland. See Peter and admit your love for him. Go, pack your bags and I'll get the others so we can see you off." I look both of them in the eye and pull them down for a hug.
"Thank you," I said to them. "You guys are my best friends and I'll always love you. But I need to do this."
"We understand, Yvaine. Now go and pack your stuff." Hermione said. I nodded and began to jog, but settled for unfurling my wings and flying in.
Once I got in, I went straight for the headmasters office where I hid my stuff. The whole place was untouched and intact. I grabbed my emerald green drawstring pouch with green jade beads on them, Hermione put an undetectable extension charm on it. All my stuff was in it along with an endless supply potions ingredients, potion supplies, books of spells and muggle books, robes, my Firebolt broom, my sketchbook, my pan flute Peter made me, the bow that Felix got for me, and some pixie dust Peter let me have if I ever wanted to fly to Neverland when it wasn't visiting time.
I took the extra time I had to look around Dumbledore's office. I went deeper into the office and found an area that had a very high ceiling. I unfurled my black wings and flew up to the top easily.
There were four moving portraits of people, but the people were the four founders of Hogwarts.
"Greetings, great Mistress of Death." The founders said in unison, bowing their heads in respect.
"Greetings to you as well, great founders." I said back, bowing to them as well. "I wish I could stay here, but I must return to my other home faraway."
"Ah yes, Neverland." Rowena Ravenclaw said. I looked shocked that she knew. "I can see it through the way you carry yourself, just like the Lost Boys."
"Before you leave," Godric Gryffindor spoke up. "We have gifts to give you. From me, the sword of Gryffindor and the ability to control the elements." The sword of Gryffindor somehow appeared on my hip in a gold scarab. I saw a red and gold light appear on my hands and then it disappeared.
"From me," Salazar Slytherin spoke up. "The basilisk dagger of Slytherin and the ability to speak to all animals, magic, muggle, mythical, or any other kind." A dagger shaped like a basilisk fang appeared on my other hip. It was in a black scarab and the handle had an emerald on the end. A green and silver glow emitted from my neck and collarbone then disappeared.
"From me," Helga Hufflepuff spoke up next. "The horn of Hufflepuff and the ability to tell truth from lie." A gold-yellow and black horn appeared in my left hand. My eyes tingled and all I saw was yellow and then it disappeared.
"From me," Rowena Ravenclaw spoke up. "The healing cordial of Ravenclaw and the ability to speak and read any language whether it be modern or ancient." A glass bottle with a sapphire cork appeared in my right hand and I felt my eyes and mouth tingle with blue glowing from them. "The bottle will always refill itself once it is empty."
"Go now, Mistress. Your home and friends await you. Use these abilities and gifts wisely." Gryffindor told me. I nodded to each of them.
"Thank you, founders. I appreciate your gifts and the abilities you have given me. I shall not let you down."
I flew down from the tower and back to the main doors. I landed flat on my feet and saw standing together, the Weasleys minus Fred who I will miss terribly, my old quidditch team, other students, and my teachers. Everyone gave me encouraging but small smiles.
I hugged each and everyone of them, farewells and tears were exchanged as well as advice to be careful. Once our goodbyes were exchanged, I stood in the middle of the destroyed courtyard and looked up at the sky.
"I believe." I said outloud. At first nothing happened, but the wind slowly picked up, making my hair fly and my jacket billow. The Shadow appeared in the sky with his red eyes glowing brighter than the sun. He flew down in front of me.
I heard gasps of amazement behind me. I smiled at my old friend. "Hello Shadow, it's good to see you again."
"Hello Yvaine, I have been searching for you for days and could never find you."
"I'm sorry, dear friend, the wards seem to affect you, unlike the blood wards." I said to him, then I turned back to my Hogwarts family who were watching the scene unfold. "Goodbye everyone, I will see you again. I promise you this."
I turned back to Shadow and unfurled my wings. "Lead the way old friend. It is time to see my Lost Boys again." Shadow nodded and began to fly, with me flying behind.
We flew through the clouds, passing by flocks of birds, and out of the atmosphere. We made it to the second star and flew straight to it. The island was in sight and getting bigger the closer we got. There it is, I'm home.
I landed on the beach with Shadow hovering above me. I turned to him and gave him a smile, "Thank you, Shadow. It's good to see you again, I'm sorry for worrying you."
"Tis alright, Yvaine. It is glad to have you back. Welcome home." He said to me, and flew off to Merlin knows where.
Sighing in content, I walked into the jungle, dodging branches, vines, large leaves, and roots sticking out from the ground. I got to a small clearing and saw a fire pit. I put my hand over it and it was cold. Sticking my hand in the ash, it turned to sand as I lifted my hand. They can't be far from here.
Remembering Felix's favorite bird, I throw my head back and made loud crow sounds that echo in the night. I listened carefully and heard many crow sounds back.
"Come on, Lost Boys!" I yelled out. Soon, the bushes shook and my friends, sons, and brothers came out, tripping and falling on each other in a frenzy. Felix ended up on top. They all looked up from their groaning and saw me.
"Yvaine!" They yelled out and scrambled to stand up. The first two stand up was Jason who was dark skinned with a shaved head and Alex who had wild curly hair.
"Bunyan head!" I yelled to Jason. "Porcupine!" I yelled to Alex, pulling the two in for a huge hug. "Oh I missed my big brothers."
I hugged everyone else exclaiming their names and placing kisses on either their cheeks or foreheads. They didn't argue or swat me away like all the other times, they just smiled widely.
"You didn't forget about lil' ol' me, did you?" I heard Felix say. Turning to him, he had his arms open and a shit-eating grin on his face. I smiled and leapt into his arms for a hug.
"It's good to be back, big brother."
"Yvaine?" All heads turned to, in all his glory, Peter Pan with a happy look on his handsome face.
"Peter." I said and jogged to him. I stopped, unsure if he wanted to hug me. He must've realized what I was doing and pulled me immediately. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and buried my face into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap tight around my waist, but not too tight, and him bury his face in my neck.
"I missed you so much." I heard him whisper.
"I missed you too, Peter." I said pausing. "It's over. Voldemort is dead and never coming back. The wizarding and muggle world are both safe."
"You really did it." He said in more of a statement.
"And in doing so, I became the most powerful being in the world." At his questioning look, I answered him, "I'm the Mistress of Death."
The Lost Boys gave intakes of breath and Peters eyes about popped. "How?" I explained to them how I inherited the invisibility cloak from dad, how the elder wand answered to me, and how I found the resurrection stone in the Snitch, which I still have.
"You've been through alot, Yvaine. Let's get you to camp and get you some rest." Peter suggested. I nodded, not arguing with sleep.
We walked to the camp where I saw a boy in muggle clothing sitting by a fire pit. "Who's this?" I asked.
"Yvaine, this is Henry Mills. Henry this is Yvaine Potter." Peter introduced, taking hold of my hand.
"It's nice to meet you. Pan told me all about you." Henry said.
"All good I hope." I said back to him. Henry nodded.
"Yeah, he spoke fondly of you, even the others. So are you really a witch?"
"Yes I am. Maybe after I rest I'll show you some real magic." I said, nudging Peter a bit who rolled his eyes at me, but a ghost of a smile was seen on his lips. Oh those lips, how I want to kiss them.
Peter led me to a huge tent and pushed aside the tarp door, letting me in. I walked in and was greeted with a warm welcoming feeling, the same feeling I got when I walked into Hogwarts. There was a cot with a huge cushion, blankets, and pillows. His pan flute hanging on the bedpost by a small rope.
"I'll let you get your rest, Yvaine. It's good to have you back." He paused in his words and began to shift from foot to foot.
"Are you okay, Peter?" I asked him.
"It's just that… You're like a mother, sister, and best friend to the boys. You've given them advice, told them to be honest, trustworthy, and protective. You helped them with anything they needed. You're the sibling of the group." I smiled at his words. "But, you're also more than family for someone." He took a step closer to me until I had to slightly look up to meet his beautiful green eyes.
"What are you saying, Peter?" I asked him.
"Yvaine Lillian Potter," He took my hands in his own. "I've loved you since you first came to the island. At first, I never wanted you on the island, but as we got to know each other, I never wanted you to leave. You were already my best friend. As you grew older, I realized.." He looked down at our hands and then back to my eyes. "I want to be more than friends. I was hoping we could be lovers."
My heart melted at every word he said and I felt my magic burst in happiness. Not trusting my words without bursting into happy tears, I pulled his shirt collar and pressed my lips to his.
Resting my hands on his on the side of his face, I poured my emotions into the kiss; love, compassion, devotion, fidelity, warmth, endearment, and anything else along the lines of what I feel for him. His large and warm hands rested on my hips. I grazed my tongue on his lower lip, asking for permission which he granted without hesitation.
I felt a strong wind and my magical core burst of positive energy. Peter and I pulled away for breath just in time to see both our chests, where our hearts are glow bright gold. This feeling was definitely magic.
The glowing slowly disappeared and Peter put a hand over his heart, breathing deeply.
"What was that?" I asked worriedly.
"True love. Our love saved me from dying and saved the island from perishing." Peter said.
"Dying?" I said.
"I was dying slowly with the magic of the island. The only way to save me was to have the heart of the truest believer placed in me."
"Are you saying that Henry is the one you've always been looking for?" He nodded and continued.
"But because of our love, you saved me and the island. I'm no longer dying and the island will be here forever." I was shocked to say the least, but pulled him in for another hug, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Peter." I felt him smile into my neck.
"I love you too, Yvaine."
"Pan!" A frantic Felix called out, barging in the tent. "What's going on?" Felix asked seeing Peter and I holding each other close.
"Felix, I love you like a brother, but get out. I'm spending some quality time with the man I love." Felix looked shocked, before grinning and walking out of the tent.
"I told you they loved each other, Jason. You owe me a new dagger and some pieces of gold!" We heard Felix say.
I rolled my eyes and buried my face in Peter's chest out of embarrassment. His chest vibrated with his silent laughter. He placed a kiss on the crown of my forehead. "Come on, let's get some rest." I nodded and he sat on the bed as I took off my weapons form my belt.
The sword, the dagger, the cordial in it's clutch, and the horn on it's velvet rope. I slipped my combat boots off and my socks as well as my cargo shirt, leaving me in my skinny jeans and military green tank top.
I crawled into the bed beside Peter and laid my head on his chest, over his beating heart which I saved with love; like how my mum saved my life with her love. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand in his with the other. "I love you, Yvaine." I'll never get enough of that.
"I love you too, Peter. With all my heart."
And soon, I fell asleep, dreaming of the future I would have with my brothers, sons, friends, and true love.