A/N: Soooooo this was a long time coming. Soz for the long wait for a probably mediocre story... wow that was positive. Also sorry that it's not that much longer than the other stories, but I'm progressing in length

Harry POV:

I woke up with the sun rise, but most of the people weren't on the streets yet. I decided to lie around for a few hours, and then at 8 o'clock I would go down to the diner.

To pass the time I documented my travels here. I, unfortunately, couldn't just apparate to my destination.

As the clock stroke 8 I went downstairs. The woman who greeted me, if you could call it that, wasn't there. I walked to the diner which was conveniently right next to the inn.

As I walked in everyone stopped and stared at me. Even though everyone was staring, I just kept on walking; I sat down at the counter and ordered tea.

A couple of seconds after I sat down a blonde woman said to me, "Hey, Kid, what did you do to deserve all those stares?"

"Huh?" I knew exactly what she said, but I needed to create a character for myself. "Oh, I— er, I'm from out of town."

"That's two out of towners in one day," said the older woman who owns a gun. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself to you two yet. Most people call me Granny around here." She set my tea down.

I smiled, and said, "Thank you," and took a sip of my tea. I turned to the blonde-haired woman next to me and said, "So you're new here too, huh? I'm Harrison Black, Harry for short."

She nodded and said, "Emma Swan."

"So, what brings you here Ms. Swan?"

"It's a long story, and I'm not one for sharing," she responded to my question.

"Well, alrighty then." I paused to sip my tea. "If I tell you my story will you tell me yours?"

She raised her eyebrows and I took that as a yes.

"Okay," I started, "Well, as you can probably tell, I'm British. I'm an ocean away from home," I dramatically said while putting the back of my hand to my forehead. "My story starts one sunny, mid-summer Saturday morning when I was 10."

"That's nice, Kid, but I'm really not one for sharing," she responded, yet again.

"Oh." I looked down at my tea and sipped it. I decided what character I was going to play, the awkward outsider. I sat there and ate my fluffy pancakes quietly while swiveling in my chair and moving my legs around, for the awkward effect.

Ms. Swan left shortly after I started eating, and I left not long after that. As I walked about outside, everyone seemed to be infatuated with the clock tower that's in the middle of the town. I tried to go inside, but the doors were locked. I wanted to ask people about it, but I also didn't want to bring anymore attention to myself. I could feel the magic oozing out of the clock tower, it's definitely the main source of magic.

However, I know there's another source of magic in this town. It was coming from the pawn shop. Upon walking into the shop I was hit with a burst of magic. The shop itself looked a bit odd. The things that were sold in the shop didn't seem like normal pawn shop items. I started picking things up and looking at them, another quirk of the character I was building. An older man with long hair walked in from the other room that was divided by a drape.

"How may I help you?" he asked looming down at me, even though he's an average height. He was giving me a look like I wasn't supposed to be touching the object I was holding; I kept holding it for that reason.

"I'm just looking around."

"You're new here," the man stated.

"You would be correct," I responded, still holding on the the object in my hand. We held eye contact for a while. The eye contact ensured me that he knew I knew something magical was going on, as well as he knew I was something magical, but he couldn't figure out in what way.

I, finally, broke the eye contact by putting the object down. I looked back at his eyes and said, "I'm not interested in buying anything right now, but I'll be back." The man nodded and I walked out and closed the door, triggering the little bell.