Author's Note: A challenge I took on seeing a picture in the group OperationSwanQueen on Ellen on facebook. Has also seen it on DeivantArt. So this one is for Quaizor and you others that like SwanQueen and Harry Potter. Hope you will like this one. Rating based on coming chapters.

Rumpelstiltskin's Academy of Magic

Making a deal.

Emma Swan groaned as she knew she had forgotten her books for Professor Mills class yet again and by now it was too late to run back up to her room. Stupid Neal for distracting her while she had packed her things that morning, in fact stupid Neal for knocking her up.

God, her parents would kill her if they found out, after all she was only eighteen. She heard the voice of her friends Aurora and Mulan approaching and said hey to both as they walked into the classroom.

Emma looked up at Professor Mills standing by the blackboard writing down something for the subject dark magic, light magic. The middle-age Professor didn't seem to like Emma, more than Emma seemed to like her, which much was clear to everyone. They had been at each other's throats ever since Emma started at the academy years ago. Regina was at the moment wearing a set of tight, black pants and black lace top, covering every inch of her upper body. She was also wearing her black cape; hiding most so what she wore underneath didn't really matter. Unlike the other Professors she was not wearing a pointed hat; her hair was now held back by neatly made ponytail. It made her seem younger than she was. She turned to face the class saying, "Today you will learn how to produce a fireball from nothing. I trust you to already have read the chapter about it beforehand?"

"Excuse me, Professor but why would we need that knowledge?" asked a girl named Red. She was not a rebel and Emma didn't really hang with her all that much. She was mostly with Jefferson and August. They were kind of the good students unlike herself.

"Oh shut it Red, or we'll never get started," Emma turned her head to snap at her.

"Miss Swan, I would suggest you to be the one to shut it, she was only asking a question, you on the other hand…" the Professor said.

"Oh give me a break," said Emma annoyed rolling her eyes clear blue eyes of her. She had inherited those of her father, her mother's eyes was in a hazel shade.

The Professor chose to ignore her, before turning to Red saying, "It would be needed if you were say trapped in the forest and needed to light a fire."

"You cannot be serious by saying that, I mean come on, Professor Mills, you clearly would use that power for something else than to light a fire," Emma said even more annoyed.

"Miss. Swan, this is the third time this week I had an outburst from you, so if you would please go to the headmaster and see me later for detention at four," said Regina annoyed, pointing towards the door. She really hated that girl.

"Fine, your Majesty!" said Emma and did a bow to her before walking out the door, God how she hated that woman. Not to mention she hated this school. If she had gotten her choice she would have gone to any other school than Rumpelstiltskin's Academy of Magic.

She slowly made her ways to the corridors and up the stairs to the headmaster's office. First time this week perhaps, but she couldn't even count the times in total Regina had sent her to his office over the years. She was as usual not really looking forward into seeing him. She didn't like him, or any other Professor on the school, not even her parents for making her go there. With a heavy sigh she knocked on the door.

"Come in," she heard him say and she did, seeing him sitting there on his big desk.

"I was told to come here, by…" she started when she interrupted, "By Professor Mills I assume, so what can I tell your parents you did this time?"

"Her teaching is really stupid, I mean if I wanted to produce a fireball I could do it, but I wouldn't do it to light a fire as she says," Emma said, still annoyed.

He frowned at her. Of course he as he was all-seeing knew that she was seeing his son Neal, she on the other hand didn't know that he was also the father of Regina. It was due to an old affair with her mother. He would never know why Emma was so against going to the school and learning about magic and things related to is considering her parents was all for it. Then again he would never understand why Regina didn't wish to teach there for the very same reason.

"Even if your child's life defended on you making a fireball to make a fire?" he asked.

"How did you know…. And I can make one no problem," she said, slowly doing some hand movements making a fireball appear, first it was red and orange, then she made it turn blue before putting it out.

"Impressive, Miss Swan, you should show that to your professor later, why are you giving her such a hard time, she is only trying to help with your education," he said, all things considered Emma was one of the best students at the school. Always had been.

"Because she always snaps at me, and she doesn't challenge me with her lectures, I'm sure she could teach us more advanced stuff," said Emma.

"I am sure that is true, but for arguments sake why don't you try to give her a less hard time, and tell your parents about your condition while you are at it," she said.

"Yes headmaster," she said with a heavy sigh, leaving his office. As she dragged her way back down the hallways of the school she whispered, "I really hate this place."

Then an idea came to her, if Professor Mills was really that good maybe she could teach her to move from one place to another in less than seconds or be invisible, or maybe even shape shift. She would sure ask her in detention.

Emma was sitting in detention, not anything new about that, looking up at Professor Mills. The Professor didn't seem to be enjoying this any more than she did, and so she said, "Listen Professor, I am sorry about the comment earlier, if you don't mind I would like to show you I can do it. Make a fireball that is, I was looking forward to it as I've practiced a lot.

"Very well, Miss Swan, humor me," she said, figuring she could at least let her do that as she asked so nicely.

Emma's eyes were shining with excitement, as she slowly produced the fireball and made it change colors before she made it go away. Regina's eyes widened, that was indeed impressive considering she didn't normally teach the students how to do that before the third lecture. She must have been wrong about her student she did care about the lessons after all. She nodded approving saying, "Impressive I must say, but if you don't mind me asking, if you could do it, why would you give me such a hard time before?"

"Because you were giving me one, and I'm bored," said Emma honestly.

"So what can I do to make you less bored?" said the Professor, taking a step closer.

"I don't know, Regina, maybe you could teach me to move from one place to another or shape shift, or become invisible," said Emma, without even thinking.

"What did you just call me?" said Regina with a frown, not being used to anyone but her parents and of course her step-daughter used her first name. She wasn't even aware the students knew it.

"Regina, it's your name right, at least mom use it when she talks of you. If I didn't know any better I would think you had a past with her," said Emma.

"Of course, she's my step-daughter, I'm surprised you didn't know," said Regina, rolling her dark eyes.

"Hold the phone, so the deputy headmaster is your mother and my mother is your daughter by marriage?" said Emma, looking at her with shocked eyes.

"If it helps I didn't find until recently the headmaster is my father," said Regina.

"Holy shit that is so fucked up, that means that we in a screwed up way are related," said Emma.

"Yes I do know," said Regina.

"Maybe that is a good thing, maybe you can actually help me then," said Emma, looking at her.

"How?" asked Regina, looking very much confused.

"Teach med what I asked, shape shifting spell and the vanishing spell as I will soon need it," said Emma, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Why do you need exactly those?" asked Regina.

"Because…because I am pregnant and I need to be able to go live somewhere else when the baby is born and those two may help me to get away so mom and dad can't find me," she said, looking down.

"I can only teach you the vanishing spell, with that you wouldn't need to become invisible as you could vanish in less than second. To my knowledge only mother is known to do the other, if you wish I could ask her, but magic like that always have a price," said Regina, not adding it was her mother that did.

"What do you want as a price?" said Emma, looking at her.

"I want you to pay attention in my classes, and show up when I ask you to for me to help you with that spell, as for mother I don't even dare to think of it," said Regina, a shiver went through her.

"Will you promise to protect me from her and mine, to protect the baby?" she asked.

"Why not ask your precious Neal?" Regina asked, her tone sounded spiteful.

"He can't know, none of them can know, mom and pa will click and Neal he's too young for a responsibility like that, heck I don't even know how I am going to take care of it, please Regina," she pleaded the older witch.

"So let me see if I get this right, in worst case you want me to raise your child as my own?" she asked.

"Yes," said Emma.

"Fine!" said Regina with a very heavy sigh, after all she knew she couldn't carry any of her own.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," said Emma and hugged her hardly, making her let out a strangled sound.

"Easy, Swan, you don't know who you are dealing with," Regina whispered.

"I trust you, I gotto go or the headmaster will be angry because I am late for dinner," said Emma and ran out the door.

Regina sighed as she thought, "What have I done."

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