A/N: This is much longer, so I hope u enjoy it.

Hermione saw the boy in other places as well. Ginny said that she saw him too. More and more saw the boy; they noticed him most when stories were being told.

That Friday, Hermione left the common room window ajar. She knew that she would regret it; it was the middle of winter and it was bitter cold outside.

Late that night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting by the fire, telling stories of their childhood.

Suddenly, they all felt a gust of cold wind. They jumped up and looked at the window. It was wide open. They scanned the common room, seeing no one else vacating it. They looked at each other, confused. Harry went over and completely closed the window. They then sat back down.

A few seconds later, a little ball of light darted around each one of their heads. They followed it with their eyes, and then attempted to catch it.

"Stop! Don't Hurt Tink!" Someone shouted.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped dead in their tracks. They looked around to see who was speaking to them, realizing they had destroyed half the common room.

"Who said that?" Hermione asked.

"And who's Tink?" Harry asked.

"Where did the twinkling light go?" Ron asked. Harry and Hermione glared at him.

The voice didn't answer. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned over everything to find the person.

They found a boy standing on the bottom step of the girls' dorm stairwell. They were all surprised.

Harry and Ron grabbed the boy before he had time to react; Hermione cleaned up the common room within seconds using magic. Harry and Ron shoved the boy into a chair by the fire.

"Who are you?" Harry asked as Hermione came over to join them.

"I'm Peter. Peter Pan," he said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips.

"Where did you come from?" Hermione asked, looking at his apparent "clothing." It appeared to be nothing but leaves stuck together to make overall shorts.

Peter walked over to the window. He looked over his shoulder to see if they had followed him. They went over and stood behind him.

"Second to the right, and straight on till morning," He said proudly, pointing out the window.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were even more confused than before. No one spoke for a few moments.

"How did you get here?" Ron blurted out.

"I flew here." He put his hands on his hips again.

"Aren't your arms tired?" Harry asked. Ron and Peter looked at him confused. They didn't understand what Harry meant. Hermione gave him a look of disgust. "What? I was just trying to make a joke."

"It's so overused," Hermione said, rather agitated.

"How do you fly without a broom or casting a spell?" Ron asked.

I just think happy thoughts and up I go," Peter said, rising up into the air as he spoke.

"Is that all?" Hermione asked, half flabbergasted.

"I think so. Give it a try," Peter said.

They thought their happiest thoughts they could think of and shouted them aloud. Nothing happened.

"Wait. Where's Tinkerbelle?" Peter asked, spinning round the room.

"I ask the question again, who is Tinkerbelle?" Harry asked.

"She's a faerie." Peter started looking under all the cushions of the furniture.

"Faeries?! I don't believe in..." Hermione didn't get to finish her sentence.

"Never say that. If you say that, a faerie will fall down and die. If it is Tink, then I will never find her if she's dead." Peter then went back to looking for her.

"Check in the cabinet drawer," Harry said, noticing it moving.

Peter zoomed over to the cabinet and pulled the drawer open. Tink flew out, but Peter caught her just before she flew out of reach. He then sprinkled a bit of faerie dust on each of them.

They thought happy thoughts as the faerie dust hit them and they took flight. They were so awestruck that they didn't realize how high they were going until they hit their heads on the common room ceiling.

"Come with me to Neverland," Peter said, opening the window.

"Oh, I don't know. There's school and everything," Hermione started.

"Hermione, it's only for a while. We'll be back in time for school on Monday," Ron said.

"I'm sure no one will miss us, Hermione," Harry said.

"Oh, alright. But we must be back by Sunday night the latest."

They then jumped out the window to venture to Neverland.