Disclaimer: Peter Pan © Great Ormond Street Hospital, The Disney Fairies © Disney, and some elements © Amblin Entertainment, and Harry Potter © J. K. Rowling. They are used without permission, but with the utmost respect.
Author's Note: This story takes a darker turn over the Peter Pan story, with the assumption that Peter Pan, Return To Neverland and Hook all happened and were somewhat contiguous with each other. Suffice to say that Peter's aloof nature and the confirmed death of Hook did not do Neverland any favours. I will be using the Disney Fairies because the talent system and general personalities of the fairies, as well as the much larger cast, is useful for the crossover potential. Neverland and the Banning-era Lost Boys will not appear.
Temporary note: The story posted on January 6th is likely to be taken down for heavy rewrites, due to a incredibly poor reception on the first chapter. When it does go back up, I will be posting TWO chapters that day.
Harry Potter And The Fairy Named Tinkerbell
Chapter 1: I DO Believe In Fairies...
It all started in Great Ormond Street Hospital. Admittedly, she mused, in recent years, it was involved more and more often, she mused. As she saw Peter break his promise, never to grow up, choosing the 'death' of adoption, as Peter Banning, over continuing to be Peter Pan, the Darling family having finally claimed him, she headed towards the paediatric ward, only to bear witness to a pair of girls, one of them reading something off, of all things, a genuine piece of parchment paper, the other looking thunderous about it.
"You cannot seriously be thinking of accepting..." The angry girl offered, the other girl shaking her head. She was going to accept whatever it was anyway. Tink didn't know why, but she followed, a few feet away from the two girls. Over the following years, she found herself accompanying the girl, Lily Evans, into a world that was much different to the one she had expected to find. They became fast and easy friends, and she found that she had so much more to do when interacting with the wizards and witches than she ever expected.
A few years later, she was pulled back into her old role, and witnessed what Peter's choice had done to him. While he was busy failing at being Peter Pan, she was visiting Pixie Hollow, and started actions that had been prepared years before. Once they were in place, she went through the motions with Peter, keeping him from noticing that the only people in Neverland were him, James Hook's pirates and the Lost Boys. And the fairies only hadn't left because someone would notice a whole chunk of the landmass disappear.
Once she'd dropped him off after the feud ended, she got messages from all over England, confirming that the evacuation and moving of the faerie lands of Neverland was successful. The last thing that had been done was to move the Lost Boys into a near-identical place, as Neverland, it's magic faded, sank beneath the waves, crumbling into unrecognisable debris. Within London, a new mural appeared, depicting Tinkerbell in a forested area. This was a token gesture to GOSH, bequeathing the future of the fairies to mutual continued existence of the hospital.
As she looked down at the family she was living with now, she mentally wished Peter had never ended his feud with James Hook. She'd have preferred anything to having to watch these particular three mundanes, even someone declaring to her face they didn't believe in fairies. They had no imagination, being lower than pirates in Tink's eyes for their small-minded, petty attitudes. She had to agree with McGonagall, they were the worst mundanes possible to find. She only knew Dumbledore hadn't made them due to that incident in GOSH years before.
She was using one of her own inventions, which was a common light bulb, with a wire in the bottom which handled the incoming voltage. Not one of them caught on to the fact they'd never had a light bulb fail since she had become an expert years earlier in removing a light source without damaging it, as well as placing her fake bulb without breaking it either. And it was an excellent vantage point for the entire room. Admittedly, with magicals, it didn't work, since they had a passive belief in fae which negated the effect she was trying for. But close-minded non-magicals… All they saw was the light.
She had set herself up in the kitchen for the spectacle that was Dudley's birthday, when her eyebrows rose as she noticed Harry holding parchment. Vernon's reaction was immediate and telling. As soon as they'd left, the light was replaced, and she shot off towards the spare bedroom, and a writing desk Dudley had discarded, a letter quickly written. She then looked towards the sky, rolling her eyes, before she stated, "I wish the Goblin Princess was here to help me deliver a letter right now..."
A short conversation later, plus a promise for Harry to pay the prerequisite fee within the next few weeks, she'd sent off the letter. But it wasn't to Dumbledore, or even McGonagall. No, Tink had no interest in contacting them. They'd already showed their true colours in the past decade. No, She had to contact her friend, the Raven, Nevermore...
In the dungeons of Hogwarts, Severus Snape looked up as Jareth arrived, presenting a letter to him, to which he dropped a small pile of galleons into his hand. Very few people used Jareth to send letters. Very few. Especially who delivered letters in envelopes which were stamped with the address of Great Ormond Street.
"Tink must be worried..." He muttered, before stating, "I apologize for using your family for sending letters..."
"The owl had already left," Jareth admitted, "Stupid Dumbledore sent an OWL to a muggle neighborhood, and didn't have it remain to collect the response! Gringotts prides itself on all it's postal birds actually peck you to remind you they're there and want a response,"
He slit open the letter once Jareth had left, burning the envelope in one of the potions burners.
"Nevermore,
Remember who really got you that dream job. It's time to stop being Dumbledore or pretending to be Riddle's man for a bit, and be mine again. Dumbledore probably will be letter-bombing Privet Drive soon. I expect we'll no longer be at that address. He will be accepting. Otherwise, I will keep you informed. And yes, I'll repair the delivery system when I get there.
TTSS."
"Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy..." He whispered, walking into Dumbledore's office as McGonagall stated that 'one of the owls' returned inconclusive. Dumbledore waved her off. Yep, just as expected.
"Anything wrong?" Severus asked, dryly.
"Simply a paperwork issue..." Dumbledore stated, "Since there are no other major mailings planned, I will just send more letters until we get a reply."
'Well, That explains Tink's letter,' Severus thought, before replying, "Maybe we should extend the response time for wizards and witches who are busy with things like their breakfast. There's already been three petitions sent out by wizards asking that mail deliveries are done AFTER mealtimes… I for one would not mind a free study period shortly after the morning meals where we also have mail delivered..."
"We do not really have the time to leave the students to their own devices for much longer than the times assigned for breakfast, lunch and the evening meal..." Dumbledore began. Severus tuned him out, clearly as much as McGonagall. For once, both of them were in agreement. The less owls in the middle of their breakfast plates, the better. Especially if they were having something like porridge or cereal. The owls with bowls on their heads, dripping bits of cereal was becoming infamous among the school breakfasts.
Admittedly, the owls seemed to home in on anyone who had bacon. Even if they didn't have a letter. It was a happy owl who had a letter for someone next to one of the bacon trays. Part of the reason they tuned out Dumbledore, however, had nothing to do with dazed owls or lost bacon. Already he'd changed how classes were run, causing many of the staff to do double-length classes with two houses at the same time more often than not, and both McGonagall and Snape, for once, wondered if he knew what he was saying.
"When he's dismissed, I'd suggest this half hour here..." Snape stated as he took out his lesson planner, "Also, The double-periods..."
For the following few hours, Snape cemented his future as Deputy Headmaster under McGonagall. He always loved when he was working for two people, both with contrary opinions on the future of those he interacted with. By the time he'd got back to the dungeons, He'd persuaded McGonagall to discreetly have a cauldron full of bacon delivered to the Owlery at the normal time for the school postal service, keeping the owls incredibly busy for about half an hour, then they'd leave, happy and full, likely return and grab some more, before delivering their letters.
All Dumbledore knew was that the owls arrived straight after dessert was cleared, on the dot, and he extended the morning announcements slightly, 'with apologies to the faculty', to deal with the fact. They'd deal with the new timetables later.
Meanwhile, at the Dursley home, Harry wondered why Tink had said 'Finally' when he'd got his letter, or why she was using her 'writing thingamajig', with the only thing Harry knew about it was that she had very good penmanship for how small she actually wrote, the thingamajig expanding anything she wrote to a legible size. The spare bedroom was, even if no-one admitted as much, Tink's. Already, half the items Dudley had discarded as broken were sat, in some way, on the, also repaired, shelves of the room.
She'd even made sure the stacks of items, carefully, and skilfully, as only a tinker fairy could do, were arranged to hide completely the furthest corner of the room entirely. Every few days, when the Dursleys themselves were out of the house, and he was confined to his 'bedroom', Tink would let him out, and they'd go into the room, she'd take whatever project she was working on at the time, and end up in her secondary work area in a hole in the wall under the stairs.
Harry opened the door to Tink's room, formerly the disc tray cover to a games console that Dudley had, annoyingly to Tink, thrown quite literally out of the window. Mainly due to the massive waste of money, but also Tink had taken one look at it, fished the disc tray cover out of the broken remains, and declared it 'impossible for even a master tinker fairy'. It still sat in one corner of her room, in case she learned something new that might resurrect it.
"Who cares if he can't understand the language of most of the games?! What was he expecting? They hadn't even announced the American release window!" Tink had groused at the time. However, in the present day, She was clearly pacing, checking her wrist, when he looked in her small cubbyhole in the wall.
"OK, What's going on with that letter?" Harry asked.
"It's an invite to a very exclusive boarding school. I mailed a message to my contact at the school..." She explained, "I have a feeling we'll need to leave the house rather rapidly..."
Within a week, Harry noticed her looking over a letter she'd received as Vernon was declaring it was nice weather for burning leaves, a cover for the destruction of literally dozens of letters. The fact she had been at her writing desk for a short time before everyone woke up, and Harry knew she was able to use her thingamajig to copy an already written piece of text, something that helped her correct his homework, suggested it was one of them.
"I wonder who they'll send?" She wondered, "Hopefully not Dumbledore. He doesn't like me…"
Harry didn't understand what she meant, as she discreetly added the letter to the bonfire outside, making sure no-one would find any proof of what she'd been doing.
The following evening, they were on a remote hut on the coast, Vernon declaring the letters will never find them there.
"...If the letter duplicating system hadn't broken… Must look into it in September..." He overheard Tink muttering, before she said, quietly, "Ahem, if they were still sending them, the letters would still find us,"
Harry wondered what she meant, looking at the clock as Vernon snored away on one of the few chairs in the hut, aware of how close it was to his birthday. However, as he was about to finally get to sleep, there was a comically quiet tapping on the door. If it wasn't for the fact they were on an island literally in the middle of nowhere, Harry would likely find it hilarious that someone would not even attempt to make it sound like they expected to get an answer.
"I am here to see Mr. Potter. Is there anyone awake?" A voice declared, falsetto, Harry noticing Tink grinning and giggling almost to herself, the voice pausing before the doorknob briefly rattled, "Oh dear, the door is locked. I'll have to come back later..."
Vernon was woken up by the terrible acting of whoever was at the door, and he seemed to shudder as there was an inexplicable whirring sound, followed by several tinkling sounds as the screws holding the door in place fell to the floor. A hooded figure stood in the doorway as the door fell onto the hut's floor, waking everyone else up as almost equally inexplicable lightning flashed and crashed behind him, only the fact there was a storm outside meaning it wasn't completely unexpected.
"Mummy..." Dudley declared, terrified, Vernon dropping the shotgun he'd taken out in terror, for the man to step inside, the growing storm reducing to just torrential rain almost instantly, the man's cloak curiously completely bone dry. The grim tableau was broken up when the man pulled down the hood of the cloak, his face twisted into what might resemble a smile as he cackled.
"HAH! Over a decade and I can still terrify a family of no-maj… And they say teaching makes you soft..." The man declared, a coat rack seeming to grow out of the floor as he tossed his cloak at it, "Ahem, My name is Severus Snape. Yes, I'm that nice man who hung round with Lily a few times over ten years ago. I'm sorry for arriving at such a dismal hour, but you didn't leave a forwarding address. In fact..."
He waved some kind of stick he had in his hand, summoning what was clearly a letter from inside his cloak, opening it up and giving a light cough as he pantomimed studying it, right down to the reading glasses.
"You left a rather poorly worded… I think some of those words aren't even English... letter stating that, in no uncertain terms, if a representative of my workplace came within a hundred feet of your nephew, you'd call the police..." Severus stated, putting away the letter and taking out a slender envelope, "Here is your fines for messing with the mail service, as well as your fines for illegally burning the evidence, both magical and mundane,"
He then took out a tape measure, considering something, before letting it release, the tip of the tape measure landing on Harry's head. He then looked round briefly.
"Accio Phone..." He stated, tapping his feet against the floor as he held out a hand, "Hmm… That's not what I expected. Petty minded barbarians. What kind of people forget to get somewhere with a phone, if you're planning to call the police. Thankfully, I have a pot..."
He then stepped over to the fireplace, taking a pinch of some kind of powder out of a small bag he was carrying, which made it light with greenish coloured flames.
"The DMLE," He declared, the head of a stern looking woman forming in the flames.
"What is it, Severus?" The woman asked, "It's… the middle of the night, and I'm already investigating a problem with the mailing system at Hogwarts..."
"Yes, yes…" Severus stated, taking out a folded piece of yellowed paper, the woman's face disappearing as he placed it in the fire, the paper vanishing without a trace.
"At least sometimes you save me a job..." The woman stated as her face returned, "I will consult with the Post Office over if the fines are properly paid… So, what do you want other than saving me further time dealing with that?"
"Have you had any magical traces in these muggle locations?" He asked, handing over another piece of paper.
"Yes, but they were minor, and no-one's really awake..." She grumbled, "Why?"
"Was school business, nothing to worry about..." He stated, the fire going out, and he declared, back to his original drawl, "OK, Police called, too tired to really care about it..."
"Not your police!" Vernon managed to choke out.
"Well, How could I contact your police if you don't even have a phone here..." Severus stated firmly, "Anyway, There's no phone lines and using any other methods just won't work. Terrible reception..."
"Still, He is not at-" Vernon spat, Severus taking out the stick, almost lazily, and jabbing it towards Vernon.
"Silencio..." He stated, firmly, "OK, Mr. Potter, when the Aurors ask, and they usually do, I used non-lethal spells in self-defence… Immobulus… Now, can we have an intelligent reason why he didn't get his letter?… Also, Mr. Dursley, I already KNOW you'd rather I died rather horribly of some random and terribly debilitating disease right now… But I'm not allowed to demonstrate any of them, because it would breach several laws..."
Moments later, he took Vernon's chair, turning it to face Petunia, Harry and Dudley, adopting the classic steepled hand position that declared he wanted answers, his eyes moving to take in Tink moving to a better observation point, both of them watching as Petunia got up to answer his request.
"I'm worried that possibly he could end up getting killed… He's all I have left of my sister..." Petunia offered. Severus' posture slumped, his hands moving to his lap.
"Me too, me too..." Severus sighed gravely, "May I be frank with you?"
Petunia nodded, Severus taking out, from where Harry was sure it couldn't have fit, a bottle of some kind and taking a swig, belching a small curl of flame before he continued.
"Harry is marked for death. Whether or not he attends Hogwarts, people want him dead..." Severus stated, looking towards Harry's location, "Now, Harry, I can tell it's you. You remind me of your father… How did your parents die..."
They were about to respond, when Snape held up a hand, stopping them, before using the same hand to count off as he stated, "Don't tell me yet… Would be the 1980's, and James never smoked… So, Gas Leak, Unexploded bomb, car crash… Or let's go with one of Bella's favourites, Suicide pact... or did they just call it an unsolved murder and leave it at that?"
"It was a car accident..." Harry offered, "And who is Bella?"
"One of my former associates when I fell in with the criminal element… She's completely insane," Severus offered, sighing, "Seemed to think that the best way to earn the love and favour of an evil sycophant was to murder anything and everything that moved in some of the most gruesome and terrible ways..."
He then took another longer swig of the bottle, before throwing it into the still burning fire. Surprisingly, the fire actually seemed to burn hotter afterwards.
"Leaving my past behind, Mr and Mrs. Dursley, I'm ashamed of you. We stopped using that excuse since your kind was nice enough to invent airbags," Severus drawled, "Normally we go with a gas leak and either a cigarette or electrical fire, depending on how non-magical the background of the person making the excuse is."
"Never mind that! Why would you be working with an insane mass murderer?" Petunia asked, horrified.
"As most people put it, the perils of a misguided and misspent childhood, Ms. Evans..." Severus stated, putting undue stress on the last part, "Mr. Potter, let's get down to the truth of the… Oh dear, it wore off… Petrificus Totalus..."
There was a dull thud as Vernon fell to the floor, Severus restowing his stick with a look of satisfaction.
"Ahem, the truth of the matter. Your parents were murdered, thanks to a particularly loathsome rat of a man, when I mistakenly gave away important information..." Severus stated, rubbing his temple, "I forgot a very important lesson that day, and paid in ways which… I can hope that I will find forgiveness for in what I do today…"
"So, Why would he be killed even faster if he didn't attend your very expensive..." Petunia began, for Severus to summon another envelope from his cloak, this one heavier looking, handing it to her. As she looked over the contents, Severus looked towards Harry.
"Good job I have the ignominious duty of having to 'screen' your mail… also known as opening it and never delivering it… since your latest monthly statement arrived a couple of days ago..." Snape offered, "I will direct your companion to the right room, quite by accident, after she's, undoubtedly, repaired the equipment Dumbledore overloaded..."
Petunia seemed to change in her attitude as she returned the papers to the envelope, which was resealed and pocketed.
"Due to the people who still support… the kind of ethnic cleansing that has caused many societies to crumble..." Severus began, "Harry is in danger due to his survival being an affront to their very doctrine…"
He reached into his cloak, removing a mask similar in appearance to a skull.
"Imagine, one day, because that fat ball of lard got his way, a group of magicals in cloaks like mine, wearing masks like that, appear in Privet Drive..." He stated, "Suddenly, you can't open the windows or doors, and one of them sends a jet of flame through the letterbox…"
Petunia shuddered, and he mouthed something under his breath, a shimmering dome appearing over the mask, before there was a dull sound, like a muffled hammer blow, and the mask disintegrated.
"If Dumbledore is right, and we have no reason to disagree, Harry will, likely with the help of a mutual friend, which is what I presume is the Power He Knows Not," He continued, pointedly looking towards Tink, "Be able to find some way to deal a blow to the doctrine that gives those monsters the right to do that, and, through backing the right people and bringing them into power, end their self-destructive ideals… But, as a no-maj in the middle of Surrey, he'll not have the power to do anything but die forgotten..."
"I understand completely..." Petunia stated, "I notice you don't seem to..."
"It's in my cloak," Snape stated, "You'd be surprised how much is in there… We need to be off,"
"What about…?" Petunia began.
"You will leave us be. Harry will not be anywhere you can find him within the next few hours. We will be picking some things up from his old home, then leaving for a place no-one can find him." Severus stated.
"What would you suggest I do then? That man..." Petunia began.
"...is a bigger bigot than I ever was," Severus stated, "You played your part perfectly. Now, I think you saw why I would strongly suggest you make yourself scarce, especially where your husband's future is involved..."
"Yes, Yes I did..." Petunia replied, "What will happen to me?"
"When they come, deny everything, and let the man be his usual self," Severus responded, "Have you ever seen the film Labyrinth?"
She nodded, almost woodenly, since she did remember the bankers were goblins.
"He's got more creative. Partially since the bog was no longer an acceptable deterrent..." Severus drawled.
"Ah." Petunia replied, not wanting to go into it further, "Forgot the bankers were goblins… Yes, maybe I should look into a divorce..."
"A good idea…" Severus stated, waving her off before moving to look at Harry, "I wish for the Goblin Princess to take a message – The fairy statue in the Potter vault. I need it discreetly."
A tall hooded figure arrived in the doorway a few moments later, Petunia letting out a gasp as she noticed what he was juggling with his free hand, making it VERY clear who it was.
"I assume this one?" The man offered, Severus looking at the item, and handing the man a small bag, "Oh, and by the way, please do not come into the bank for at least a week. We have an audit of the Potter accounts going on, and we would not want to cause anyone to lose their head over it… Well, Anyone we care about... Please, please, send your husband though,"
Once the man had disappeared, Harry looked towards Snape.
"So, Why were you hanging round with that insane murderer, and had one of their masks?" Harry asked.
"I was once a typical wizard of the time. Bigoted, with a deep seated hatred of non-magicals… or Muggles as the majority of wizards and witches in this country insist on calling them," Severus stated, "Please remember not to use 'no-maj' during our trip into London, you might get noticed for being forward thinking and far too civilized..."
"What did that man mean about an audit?" Harry asked.
"As a 'concerned citizen', I will be bringing attention that your clothes are out of season and in poor condition, and I had to take you to Great Ormond Street Hospital for medical check-up, because clearly you've never actually seen the inside of a hospital..." He stated, "Which means that, more than likely, your uncle will be called into the bank within the week about embezzlement charges, and they have some rather… ahem, cut-throat methods. Emphasis on cut and throat,"
"Did you say GOSH?" Tinkerbell stated, flying over, "You're specifically taking him to GOSH, not St. Mungos?"
"Yes, my dear tinkerer..." Severus stated, "That is why I collected a certain item of Lily's…"
He then took out a ratty looking copy of Peter Pan, Tinkerbell glaring at it.
"She hates the thing," Harry explained, lamely, "Told me that the real Peter Pan forgot all about that years ago..."
"Ah yes, I remember the incident... Completely wiped out the original island," Severus drawled, "However, I will need you to touch the book, then we can dispose of it..."
They then vanished, seconds before the Dursleys fled themselves, Dudley having never noticed the whispered Obliviate sent his way. Only Petunia knew the full story, and only Petunia would survive the week unharmed…