(Almost 30 years before 1910)

"Mary Poppins, you have been sentenced to 30 years of serving. You will watch over all children, caring for them, and when the winds change, you must go and find new ones to take care of," a great, and mighty voice shouted.

"I"m sorry! I never meant to do those families harm! Please, in 30 years I will be old, and my beauty will be lost! My life will be half over by then!" a young adult female stood in the empty realm of nothingness, her dark brown hair flowing as a sharp gust tried to blow her away.

"Do not fear, you will not age during these 30 years. You will pay for your crimes, and then you can go back, still the same 20 year old woman you are now," the great voice eased a simple fear. She let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. "But you can never go back to your family, not now, and not in 30 years. You're family has forgotten you existed. Everyone in your life has forgotten about you, Mary Poppins."

Mary fell to her knees, crying in her hands. She sat there for an hour, as she tried to understand what would become of her. Finally she looked up into the nothingness, where the voice came from. "Can I try to start a new life, can I find love, while I am working as a nanny?" she asked.

"No, your duty is to the children now. I have bestowed upon you magic, that will help you care for the children you meet. In 30 years, if you go by without breaking any of the rules set, then you will be free from this curse, and you can go and start a new life," the voice said.

Mary Poppins nodded, and the wind brushed her away.

The dark brown hair blinked her eyes open, looking around at her surroundings. She looked beside her to see a young, sleeping man. She quickly remembered her duties. Mary apologized to him, softly, and packed her bag. She left the inn, and shivered as the cold London air sent chills up her spine.

The young woman walked for a while, until she grew tired. She sat on bench in the park, and started crying softly. She could never go back to her family, not to her mother, or her father, or her brother, or her sister. They would not remember her, no one did.

"Are you crying, ma'am?" a little voice asked. Mary looked down and was face to face with a little boy, no more than 8 she supposed, with black hair and sparkling blue eyes. Truly an adorable child. Was this the first kid she would take care of?

"It's alright, just a bit of bad luck," she murmured, wiping her eyes. The little boy reached into his pocket and grabbed a small, red handkerchief, and offered it to her. "Thank you," she smiled, wiping away the tears, and handing it back to him.

The little boy stuffed it away. "Shake my 'and," he said, holding out his hand. She looked confused at him. "Don't you know it's lucky to shake a chimney sweep's 'and?" he asked.

She chuckled. "You look a little too young to be a chimney sweep," she smiled at him.

"Oh but I will be, and my father is!" he exclaimed. She reached over and shook his small hand.

"Now you have good luck," he gave an adorable, two missing front teeth, grin. "What's your name, ma'am?"

Mary hesitated, she did not have to make a new name for herself, did she? No, no one remembered her. "Mary Poppins," she told him.

"That's a pretty name! My name's Bert!" he exclaimed. She realized that this boy was not one she would be taking care of. But there was something about him. Maybe in a couple years she would be caring for him.

"I think that's a great name, Bert," she smiled.

"I saw you walking earlier, are you 'eaded somewhere?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm leaving London for a while, to go take care of some kids," she explained.

"I see," he murmured. There was a voice calling his name. "Oh, that's my mum. I better be going. Don't stay away too long, Mary Poppins!" he nodded to me, and waved, before running off.

I would have to visit him, whenever I got back to London.

(15 years before 1910)

"Mary, please. We can settle down, and raise our own family. You will be 'elping raise kids then," the tall, black haired man insisted. He had grown into quite a fine man. Strong, and charming. His normally sparkling blue eyes held confusion, and sadness.

Mary does not want to admit it to him, that she love him. She love him more than anyone. She has openly told him and he has accepted that she am magic, but Mary can not tell him that this is only a curse. It would break the rules. Mary can't tell him why she can't love him. She can't tell him what she used to be.

It's been 15 years since the curse and powers were bestowed on her. At first, it was easy. Raising children, and letting the wind take her to new ones, when the old ones were ready.

But then 5 years ago, she happened upon Bert again. He has just turned 18, and she found feelings had arisen that she had not felt in 10 years. She spent time with him, while she was taking care of some children in London. It had been her first time there since she left.

But of course, the winds changed, and she had to leave. Mary encountered him again though, 1 year later when she came back, and she told him about her magic. Duties called her elsewhere again, and she returned 2 years later. He fell for her then, and they were in love. But she couldn't be with him, so she left.

Now she was here again, another 2 years later. Bert was 23 now, so he as biologically older than her, but she was still technically older than him.

"I'm sorry Bert, I have to go, the winds have changed. Other children are calling for me," she whispered, softly, tears in her eyes.

"But Mary, please listen!" he pleaded. He was crying too.

"I'm sorry Bert, I don't love you," she sobbed, taking her umbrella out, and letting the winds take her away. She took one last look at him, as he crumpled to the ground, sobbing into his hands. I don't mean it Bert, please don't hate me.

(1910)

"Are you 'eaded off again?" a strong voice asked. Mary turned away from the young Michael, who had run back to the house, following his sister. She looked at the tall, gentleman before her. His blue eyes sparkled softly, and had just a hint of sadness in them

"The winds have changed," she noted, walking over to Bert. They sat on the park bench together.

"I'll still wait for you," he murmured, softly gripping her hand. She let out a sob, and he reached into his pockets to hand her his handkerchief. She dried her tears, and handed it back to him. She only smiled slightly as he stuffed it back into his pocket, like he had done so many years ago, with that goofy smile on his face.

"I know you will," she chuckled, looking away from him and blushing.

They sat there, enjoying the cool breeze, until he lead her back to where his chalk drawings lay. He bent to clean up his things, and she leaned in and kissed his cheek. He looked up, surprised and blushing.

"For good luck," she smiled.

The two old friends laughed together. "And Mary…" Bert started, once they calmed down.

"Yes, Bert?" she asked.

"I don't love you too," he smiled. She nodded, blushing, and heading towards the Banks House.

"Don't stay away too long!" he called out to her, waving.

Mary waved back at him. For now, she could not love him, but in just 6 months time, she can finally tell him everything she has dreamed to say to him.