A/N: Ok this story is adopted from Fairy Small and chapters 1-21 are her's as well as any characters you do not recognize from the books. Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

'Peter!' Slightly screamed at the top of his lungs. Peter was currently flying, grazing the top of pirate's heads with his dagger with one target in mind: Hook. Peter had spotted him on the edge of the cliff and smirked to himself.

'One push old man and you're dead.' Peter muttered. Tinkerbell gave frantic warning for Peter to stop playing around and retreat back to the den, but he refused. 'Nah, I'll get him this time Tink, you just watch!' Tinkerbell reached out to pull at one of his brown hairs, to tell him no but it was too late. He flew full speed at Hook. Hook smiled widely as Peter swooped towards him, Hook stepped out of the way and Peter flew past. Peter bared his teeth and growled in frustration.

'Come down here and fight me.' Hook called out to him.

'No, Codfish! I'm doing dandy up here!' Peter laughed cockily.

'You just know you can't fight me without flying.' Hook taunted.

'I could!' Peter said, folding his arms.

'Prove it.' Hook shrugged. Peter floated down to the edge of the cliff where Hook was and placed his feet firmly on the ground. Hook and Peter slashed sword against sword, hook against skin, metal clanging against each other. Peter managed to slash Hook's shoulder blade, making a deep cut. Peter laughed gleefully to himself. 'You're a coward Pan!' Hook said out of rage.

'And why's that?' Peter said, still smiling.

'You're scared to grow old.' Peter froze, his smile disappearing. 'You are scared.' Hook repeated, smiling evilly knowing that even if the boy tried, he could not fly with the unhappy thought Hook had planted in his mind. 'That's why Wendy left… she didn't want a scared little boy. She wanted a man. She was brave enough to grow up.' Hook growled, Peter stood there frozen, processing every word. 'You went to go visit her… shame the window was closed wasn't it? No one could hear you…' Hook edged closer, and Peter edged back. 'No one saw you, she'd forgotten.' Hook laughed menacingly. 'What was her husband like? I'm sure he was mature… a grown man.' Peter felt drained, no happy thought would run through his mind, he felt hurt that Wendy didn't remember, that she had found someone else, a man… 'How many others will you bring here only for them to leave as well? When will your lost boys leave? They almost left with Wendy…' Hook said. 'And then you will die alone…' He whispered. Peter, unable to hear any more span around to face away from Hook, only to forget he was at the edge of the cliff. His foot slipped and he fell. Down, down, down… The fighting ceased. No one made a sound, the only sound was a simple splash in the water below. Hook stood in shock, he couldn't wait to run his sword through Peter and watch his blood trickle down his hook but… Peter had slipped. Hook looked over the edge, as did Tinkerbell. A small figure floated in the water below, red liquid swarming the body… Peter Pan was dead. Tinkerbell flew down to the waters, Peter was floating face down, blood flowing from his head. Tinkerbell burst into silent sobs and flew back up to the lost boys. The lost boys were running to try and get down to the bottom of the cliff. Tinkerbell stopped them. The twins were still only at the age of six, and she couldn't bare for them to have their innocence lost seeing the sight of Peter's dead body.

'Tink…' Curly whispered noticing her distressed sobbing.

'Is Peter ok?' Tootles said. Tink sat on Nibs' shoulder and told the oldest boy what had happened.

'Lads… Peter has gone.' Nibs choked out, tears streaming down his face. Everyone in Neverland would mourn Peter that night. The Indians made a fire and called upon the spirits to look after Flying Eagle when he was with their great ancestors, the fairies would search for the one who could replace Peter's innocent heart, to take revenge on the one named Hook. The lost boys and all the other lost children in Neverland sent out lanterns and candles while they mourned their fallen hero.

Meanwhile, pirates headed back to their ship, singing and washing down rum. They danced down the beach drunkenly until Hook stopped them all, ushering them to be quiet. 'What is it Capt'n?' Smee asked. Hook's hand shook as he saw the ghost wandering down the beach. 'Looks like Pan Capt'n!' Smee's eyes widened.

'His ghost has come to haunt me…' Hook rasped, barely able to speak. The figure on the beach suddenly collapsed down on the sand and made a sobbing noise.

'Capt'n… he don't sound an angry ghost?' Smee furrowed his eyebrows, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

'We approach with caution… maybe we can reason…' Hook said and the pirates began creeping over to the sobbing boy on the beach. Hook loomed over Peter's small figure, curled up in a ball, crying to himself. 'Boy… why are you crying?' Hook carefully said, wanting to show the ghost kindness and not anger it. Peter looked up at Hook with tear stained cheeks.

'Sorry sir… I'm lost and confused.' Peter said. Hook looked at Smee and Smee sat down next to the boy.

'You means you lost on the way to the afterlife, ghost?' Smee said and Peter shook his head.

'No! I'm not a ghost!' Peter said. 'At least I don't think I am…'

'Stop playing games boy!' Hook roared.

'Please, I don't know who I am…' Peter said and Hook narrowed his eyes. 'I woke up on a beach and that's all I remember, I can't remember my name or how I got here.' Smee stood up next to Hook.

'Seems like Pan is alive, just lost his memory… he has a big cut on his head, he must've hit it hard.' Smee whispered. Hook smiled to himself evilly, an idea cooking in his mind.

'Smee… play along with what I'm about to say.' Hook hushed and crouched down by Peter's side. 'Your name is Henry Hook, my son.' Peter's eyes widened but he nodded.

'I live with you then?' He said and Hook nodded, Peter winced at the sight of his hook but took his hand as they walked to the ship, where "Henry" would learn to be the best pirate he could and learn to fight alongside his father, to take down Peter's replacement.