Chaper 1: Back Story
Peter Pan.
Mother, Priscilla Pan. And father... none other than Salazar Slytherin.
Both wanted the best for their child. His mother only wanted for him to be happy, and live a wealthy life. His father wanted hm to be a successful man of the wizarding world.
But he had different ideas. He didn't want to grow up.
Slytherin never approved of his constant fooling around. His pranks, and jokes. So he was strict. Allowing the boy little time for playing around, he kept him busy.
Peter hated it.
And a week before his birthday, he found out that his parents planned to enter him into the school in which his father had established with his colleagues.
Terrified and furious that he did get a say in it, he ran away. Deep in a forest, lost and alone, he came upon a curious thing.
Fay.
The ethereal creatures that took humans away from their homes into their land, their world and turned them into little more than slaves.
He should have been terrified, but oddly enough, he wasn't. He found that he rather liked them, and even related to them. And they saw that in him. He was no normal human.
They granted him one wish and in return, he would travel to their world with them, but they would not hold him under their control.
"I wish to never grow up!" he proclaimed.
And so it was that Peter Pan's wish was granted. They took him to their world, a world known as Neverland.
After years of living under the Fairies, he had gained powers of the Fay. He was able to fly, and he never aged. Or at least, he aged very slowly. Slightly faster than a fairy, but certainly a hundred years slower than a human. Even his appearance changed. His ears became pointed, his canines sharpened, his body became more lithe, and his skin had a slight glow to it. His eyes held the color of a cut emerald stone, shining in the light.
He became friends with a small fairy by the name of Tinker Bell. He also found new friends in the human children that the Fay took. Normally, they would use them as slaves, but he convinced them otherwise, saying that he needed friends his age. Take the adults if they wanted, but the children would go with him. So the children were boys that had run away or been abandon. Girls were few, if ever there were any. It was normally just boys.
And so he had dubbed his band of misfits The Lost boys.
Years passed. Lost Boys came and went.
He soon grew curious as to what the human world was like now. So he started traveling between the two worlds. He met a girl named Wendy and showed her and her siblings Nerverland. He met her daughter and did the same.
But years after he'd lost ties with her family, he came upon a new family. A wizarding family to be exact. He'd not actually seen any wizards on his travel back and forth from the two worlds, so he was interested to see what had become of them.
This wizard family was an odd one. It was by no means a wealthy one, and the mother was a fright when angered, but smothered her children with love any other time. But he was most interested in the twins of the family. The boys were just as mischievous as he was. Pranking and joking. Fred and George were like brothers to him. Brother's who didn't know of his existence.
He was hesitant to actually approach the wizards. He didn't know why, but he just kept his distance, observing the two from afar, maybe helping out in their pranks silently. Most days he was in the human world, he just sat back and watched, getting idea's from them for himself.
It was on such a day that he received a very curious thing.
He'd been in the human world for a whole week, hanging around the family of ginger wizards' house. As he watched them eating breakfast, as he munched on his own breakfast- that Tink had nabbed for him- he saw an owl swoop in through a window and crash into one of the siblings- Ron, was his name.
After a bit of grumbling about how clumsy the owl was, they took the envelopes attached to the bird's leg and let it out to fly around.
As he watched with little interest, the boys, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron were each handed a letter, and then Molly, the frightful but loving mother of the horde, frowned as there seemed to be one extra.
"Well this is odd..." she said.
"What is it dear?" Arther asked, looking up from his eggs.
"It seems there was a mix-up, although I have no idea how. We've got an extra letter."
"That is curious..." Arther muttered, blinking in surprise. "Who's it addressed to?"
Molly flipped the envelope over and read the name out with a slight gasp.
"Peter Pan...? But... he's only a story!" she then frowned and looked at Fred and George. "Did you two do this? Another prank?"
The twins frowned, looking honestly innocent, and disappointed that they were.
"Honestly mum, no."
"Wish we had thought of it though. Whoever did is a genius. Wonder how they did t..."
"Well, it's not ours, and it's not real. Might as well just throw it out..." and she did just that, tossing it in the bin, forgotten then and there.
Later, when they had all left the house to do school shopping, Peter snuck in and nabbed the letter.
He had no idea why, but he wanted to see it.
And it would forever change his life.