A/N: I wanted to at least start this story. I hope ya'll like it. This is pre-Hogwarts and after Wendy and the Lost Boys left to the normal world and grew up. Jack is going to be the only from Rise of the Guardians. The others may be mentioned, but I don't think they will be apart of this story.

Here's the story, please tell me what you think about it.

Warning: Mentions of abuse and neglect.

Chapter 1

Fred and George Weasley are 9 year-old twins. They were usually ignored, so they did what they thought was completely logical. They created trouble just to get attention from their parents. The only thing that cam from it was yelling and screeching from their mum and then sent to sit in the corner. They didn't care as long as their mum was paying attention to them.

They were sitting on the windowsill looking outside at the night. Their mother, for no apparent reason, sent them to their rooms. Ron and Ginny, their younger siblings, were being treated like a king and queen, a prince and princess. They were spoiled brats. Fred sighed and George looked at him.

"Why doesn't Mummy pay attention to us? Doesn't she love us too?" Fred asked.

"I don't know, but if Mummy doesn't want us, then she isn't our Mum. Right Fred?"

"Right." Fred nodded. "We have each other."

"Come on, let's leave this prison. We'll go somewhere so we won't have to grow up."

Fred nodded in agreement and they jumped down and put what they thought was essential into a bag each. Then they quietly climbed out their window. They ran and ran fast, as fast as their legs could carry them with their bags weighing them down.

They ran to a road where they got a young couple to take them to a place they heard their ex-mum talk about called Little Whinging. When there they lived on the streets for a few days when they met three boys.

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Harry Potter, a 6 year-old boy, was in his cupboard. His Aunt and Uncle put him in there after he somehow turned his teachers wig blue. When they heard of it, Uncle Vernon's face turned purple and Aunt Petunia's face turned white. Uncle Vernon beat him then threw him in his cupboard. At least his strange energy was quickly and efficiently healing his injuries.

Harry sniffled. Why don't his aunt and uncle like him? Did he do something bad that he doesn't remember? He just wants someone to love him. He silently cried, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"BOY! Get out here! NOW!"

"Y-yes, U-Uncle Ver-Vernon." Harry said. He opened the cupboard door and walked to where his uncle was. His uncle was standing in the Living Room and was obviously angry.

"This was the last straw, boy. I won't have your freakishness tainting my house and family. Get your things and leave. Leave this house and don't you dare ever come back!" Uncl- No, he's not Harry's uncle anymore, and Petunia and Dudley aren't his aunt and cousin anymore either. Harry turned around and walked to his cupboard. He grabbed his extremely worn out teddy bear that was missing one of the button eyes. He grabbed some of the food he stashed in there and another shirt and pair of pants and stuffed it all into a small bag.

Harry walked into the kitchen to take food from the stash he hid in there too. After he did that he walked out of the house. He lived on the streets, rationing his food, for a few days. Then he met two twin red-haired boys, a round-faced boy, and a blond haired boy.

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Neville Longbottom is 6 years old and he was crying in his room. His grandmother was angry again. She was mad because he wasn't like his dad, because he wasn't a Gryffindor. She wants her son back, not the lazy good for nothing boy she has now. Neville was an idiot according to her. He was a stupid squib that kills everything he touched.

She had locked him in his room and told him to shut up and go to sleep. He was getting no dinner and he wasn't to expect any dinner or food for the whole week for being a squib.

After an hour he stopped crying and being sad, instead he got mad. Mad at his grandmother for neglecting and starving him. Mad at his dad for being so perfect. Mad at his mum for not being there to protect him like she should. He got up and got even madder as he thought of everything his grandmother did to him. He grabbed his small backpack and put in some clothes and food he stashed in his room in case some thing like this happened.

He opened his window and called out to his plants that he grew. They grew up and he climbed onto them and told them to bring him to the ground. He turned to them and told them goodbye. They nuzzled him and he went on his way. He somehow found his way to a town called Little Whinging. There he met four other boys.

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Draco Malfoy was also a 6 year-old boy. He was crying for hours after his father beat him for caring about muggles and not following his father's pureblood views. H was in pain, but luckily his magic was healing the damage quickly. There were still tear tracks on his cheeks when he decided he wouldn't give his fath- no he's no longer Draco's father. He's just another idiotic man who Draco is forced to live with. He got mad at everyone, his mum, his ex-father, the idiotic people who didn't notice the bruises and injuries his magic couldn't heal.

He pushed down his anger and grabbed a bag. He stuffed the bag with food he had stolen from the kitchen and with an extra pair of clothes. He silently opened his door and stuck his head out. Seeing no one, he tiptoed out into the hallway and silently closed his door. He quietly sprinted downstairs and out the manor door. He ran away with his ex-father's wand and called the Knight Bus. He payed with some money he stole from Lucius.

He ended up in a small town and living in alleyways, while rationing his food. Then he met the boys who would become his family.

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Fred, George, Harry, Neville, and Draco met in an alleyway when looking for a place to stay the night. They ran into each other and, finding kindred spirits, they stayed together. They lived off the food they brought from their old houses. Then one day, they saw two boys flying with a light flying between them. They were coming towards them and the boys got into sloppy defensive stances.

The boys landed next to them and they got a clear sight of them and the light that was actually a fairy. One of the boys had white hair and blue eyes. He looked 13 and wore a blue hoodie and tattered brown pants with leather straps tied around the bottom of them. He also held a staff that had a shepherds' crook on one end. The other boy had red hair, not as red as Fred and George's, but still pretty red. He looked like he was 11 or 12 and wore clothes that looked as if they were made from leaves.

"Hello," the redhead said, "my name is Peter Pan and this is my friend, Jack Frost."

"We saw you five living on the streets. You looked like Lost Boys, so we wanted to know if you would like to come with us back home." Jack said.

"Home? Where is home?" Fred and George questioned.

"Our home is Neverland. We don't grow up and we can stay as kids forever. Would you like to come with us?" Peter replied.

"We wouldn't grow up? We can stick together? And stay kids?" Draco, Harry, Fred, George, and Neville looked hopeful, but still cautious, thinking it was too good to be true.

"Yup!"

"How do we get there?"

Peter pointed to the night sky. "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."

This got some confused looks from the Lost Boys as they have been dubbed. Peter and Jack laughed.

"All you need to get there is faith, trust, and pixie dust. We provide the pixie dust and you have to have the faith and trust. This here is Tinker Bell. She will give you the pixie dust. To use it, think of happy memories and thoughts."

They looked at each other, silently communicating. They nodded and turned to Peter and Jack. "We accept your offer. We would like to go to Neverland, please."

Peter and Jack smiled and Tinker Bell sprinkled pixie dust on them. They thought about when they met each other and about going to Neverland. They thought about being free from their so-called families and making their own family. They began to lift off the ground. They smiled and, in the twins' case, grinned. Peter and Jack grabbed Harry and Draco's hands, who grabbed Fred and George's, who grabbed Neville's, so that in order it would be Peter, Harry, Fred, Neville, George, Draco, and Jack.

Peter and Jack lead them into the sky and all the way to Neverland. When they reached it, they let out whoops and began to play tag in the sky. They went like that for hours before they decided to go to sleep. They went to the old Lost Boys hideout and fell asleep there, excited to continue with their adventure the next day.