Chapter 1- An Ordinary Day

A/N- Welcome and thank you for reading my little crack-fic! A standard note before we begin, I will try to adhere to cannon where possible, but both 'verses will have to give a bit in order to properly meld the two. I implore you to suspend your disbelief a bit for the benefit of a good read.

On with the show!

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Hermione Jean Granger peered out of the kitchen window of the modest cottage she shared with her family in Godric's Hollow. A smile slowly spread across her face as she watched her daughter, Rosie, playing with her son, little Hugo. Well, not so little anymore, Hermione observed; he seemed to grow every day. Soon, too soon for Hermione's liking, all of his precious baby fat would flee, leaving him a tall, gangly boy, just as his father had been.

As if her mere thoughts were a summons, Hermione's husband appeared behind her, winding his arms around her and kissing the nape of her neck.

"What's on for supper tonight, love?" he asked, ever the master of seduction.

She laughed uproariously, grabbed a wooden spoon and smacked at his wandering hands.

"You'll find out soon enough," she chided, turning about and pushing lightly against his chest, "Is this all I am to you now? Your personal chef?"

He smiled wolfishly at her, "Never," he replied, his voice husky with desire as he took a small step forward.

Hermione simply laughed again, like a tinkling bell, pecking him lightly on the lips before replying, "The children are outside, Ronald, and supper will be ready soon," before he turned she smiled invitingly and said, "However, you can most certainly show me exactly what I am to you after we put the children to bed for the evening."

Ron's smile could have lit the town as he left the room, whistling some indistinctly cheerful tune.

Hermione found herself unconsciously joining him. It was an ordinary day for the Weasley family. Ordinary, yet uncommonly good. Not a thing could upset Hermione on this warm spring day.

Little did she know that this was just the calm before a very big storm.

As she started to lay out the dishes, she felt an icy cold breeze tousle her thick brown hair and kiss the back of her neck. Hermione shuddered, thinking that a thunderstorm must be blowing in for the night. She placed the dishes on the table and moved to call Rose and Hugo in.

At least, she tried.

She pulled with all her might, but her legs were rooted to the spot.

"Ron!" she called out, horrified, before setting to work muttering every spell she could think of to free herself.

Ron rushed forward, eyes wide, wand drawn. Meanwhile, a horrifying numbness began to move up Hermione's legs.

Hermione said in a strained, thin voice as she looked at Ron and said, "I need Saint Mungo's. Lift me up and tell Rose and Hugo to run to Harry and Ginny's. Make sure they know where we're going, so that Harry and Ginny can check in when they need to."

Ron was now just as pale as his wife. He lifted the short, thin brunette with ease and told his children to go to their aunt and uncle's. Ron held Hermione tightly; she could no longer move below her shoulders and her eyes were wide with fear. Before he could move to apparate, she shouted, "Ron! Wait! My wand!" He gave her a wan smile as he grabbed the vinewood wand; Hermione could no longer even nod in gratitude, she was completely immobile. Then, with a sudden crack, they both vanished.

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Ron and Hermione dropped hard to the floor of some unknown forest. Before she knew what she was doing Hermione let out a low moan. Her eyes then cracked open even wider, "Ron!" she exclaimed, jostling her husband, "I can move!"

In a flash, he was on his knees, hugging her fiercely, "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

Hermione appeared to be in shock, "I just wish I knew what had caused it," she whispered, shaking her head. Ron nodded emphatically.

For the first time, it seemed, Hermione, took in her surroundings, "Ronald," she said, her voice cautious, low, "Where are we?"

Ron looked around, only now noticing anything other than his wife, "I-I don't know," he replied, "I meant to get us right into Saint Mungo's."

"Give me my wand," she answered, in that same deadly calm. It was not a request. She looked around cagily, ready to attack. It reminded Ron too much of that year spent hunting Horcruxes.

Finally, she read the sign across the way. It was a simple highway sign reading:

Storybrooke

5 miles

Hermione pursed her lips the way she always did when she was thinking. How long was five miles anyway, thought Ron. He certainly didn't know. He was fairly certain that it was less than five kilometers, but he couldn't be completely sure. He was often wrong about such things. Even if he was right, he didn't know how much shorter it was.

While Ron had been caught up in his thoughts, Hermione's eyes had shifted towards the sky. She shaded them from the lingering sun that was slowly, but surly, beginning to sink.

"Come on," she said, eventually, "Wherever we are, I think it's in a different time zone. It's not as late here as it was at home. The sun is still high, see?" she said, pointing to the sky, "If I hand to guess where we are, I'd say somewhere on the east coast of the US or maybe even in Canada."

Ron was so confused. As a wizard raised, he knew that one of the first rules of apparition was to not even risk it across oceans. How were he and Hermione not splinched to bits? Seemingly reading his thoughts (she was good at that) Hermione just shook her head.

"I don't understand it either. Come on. If we start off now there's no reason that we shouldn't get there well before dark."

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A/N- This takes place more or less four years prior to '19 Years Later' in the HP universe and right after 'Lacey' in OUAT reckoning. I am attempting to stick to cannon with regards to timing and ages and that sort of thing; therefore, Rose is 7, Hugo is 5 and Ron and Hermione are both 32. The same idea will apply to the characters of OUAT.