It's raining, blood, every drop destroying something dear to me. I see my friends, Harry and Gil, and the rest of my old crew. They all start running towards me, and I beg them not to try to rescue me. Harry ignores my warnings and clutches his hook. He watches as the rain destroys everything in its sight. He gets a look on his face, a look I've become quite familiar with.

He was going to do something drastic and rash. I angrily warn him, begging for him to just let me be. He ignores everything as I scream, he runs rashly into the rain without a second thought. His eyes locked on mine, as I watch the exposed skin on his body melt away. His pace gets slower, but he still is coming in my direction. I cry calling him an idiot, as I look on and see the only remain of my best friend, was his skeleton. The rain gets harder, and it melts the remains that lied there quicker than before.

I wail my body heaving in panic and grief. The covering over Gil and the crew melts, leaving them to the same fate as Harry. My necklace glows, and I disappear in a flash of light mid-yell. I expect to fall to a hard surface but look around gasping as I recognize the place I'm in. My Mother's lair.

I've heard my mother speak of this place, fondness in her voice as she recounts all her misdeeds with her babies. What were their names again? Flannelram and Jetpack? No, that didn't sound right. Oh! Flotsam and Jetsam, the only things my mother ever claimed to care for.

I tried to imagine the scenario many times. I mean my mother, caring for something? The whole concept seemed absolutely impossible. My mother's cruelty and neglect were all I knew. If she really cared for anything, anything at all. Why not me? The only thing I can truly imagine her caring for was an episode from one of her favorite soap operas. A living thing, however? Never.

I think about my friends, about Harry. About what I care for. I know I was in a dream, that this wasn't real. I felt like someone tore up my insides, as I recall what I had just seen. No, I can't think about it. I couldn't let myself be weak, not even in my dreams.

I wanted to yell, to scream, to curse the world. I couldn't, even think about showing emotions in my dreams. God, I'm so screwed up. I want to feel. I just want to feel for one moment, be normal. Be like those Auradon kids. They could show how they feel, they could love. They could be happy.

We're stuck stifling all our emotions, walking around like emotionally stifled zombies. I hated everything so much. No, I can't think like this. This is weak, and if I'm weak, that means Mal wins. Close up your emotions. You can do this, I think to myself.

I think back to the time, I made the mistake of voicing to my mother, that I couldn't imagine her caring for anything. Now, when you walk into her office. Out of clear spite, my mother had a memorial painting commissioned of my lost 'brothers'. It made me furious. I plotted so many times to destroy it and ended up with a tentacle slapped to my face.

It didn't matter, I was over it now. I didn't need her love, I didn't need anyone's love. When you think about it not having love has made me so much stronger, I was never clouded by that weak emotion. Liar. Harry, Gil, and my old crew, all flash into my mind. Ugh, I can't deal with these emotions right now. It was too much. Everything was overwhelming me!

Grief, anger, and hatred, were not the best emotions to have simultaneously, let me tell you. I felt terrible. It was like someone threw a bucket of fish chum all over my head, and I couldn't tell who. So, I would have to go and yell at everyone, till all the anger went away. Till all the feelings just washed away.

I let the tears, I didn't realize I was holding back pour. I could be vulnerable, if only for a minute. My mother did so much, to make me feel terrible. I didn't exactly ask to exist or be her daughter for that matter. Life was cruel. Life was unfair. But, I keep asking myself why? Why did she treat me like crap? Why didn't she love me?

My grief turns back to anger and I yell in the empty, broken down room. I had to deal with my mother, and I had to deal with Mal's abuse. Sometimes, I really find myself wondering, how I survive at all.

I blink away my tears and look around the room. My vision was blurry, but I still manage to fully take in my surroundings. The place was falling apart, and everything was extremely brittle. There were potions scattered everywhere, some broken, others probably good to use.

My mother mentioned once or twice, that her lair was breaking down long before her defeat. One of the downsides of living inside a giant decaying skeleton, I guess. I swam further ahead and entered what I knew was my mother's throne room. It was nothing like my throne, a little gaudier maybe.

My throne belongs here. I should have lived my life under the sea, and been a true sea witch. I should have my birthright, and be able to feel the magic between my fingers. It wasn't fair!

I move to approach the throne, but my body doesn't answer the call. My necklace glows, lighting up the lair. I'm paralyzed by whatever entity is haunting, and now I'm blinded by the light. It was happening again.

Don't panic. I can't give them what they want. I must have the strength to overcome, I couldn't let them intimidate me. I was the daughter of a sea witch. The sea is my domain, my true home. Even if this was a dream, they couldn't do much to me here, right?

Least, I didn't feel that awful pa-OW! As if on cue, the now familiar sharp pain appeared in my neck. I groan in pain, trying not to give the idea that they were winning. I won't let myself be defeated, and I will not show them my suffering. You won't win this time.

Trying to fight, that's as useless as you are.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

I hear a devilish laugh, inside my mind and I try to scream out in displeasure. Not a sound, is heard, as I realize my voice was gone again.

I was raging inside. I found myself haunted by the sight of seeing everything I love destroyed in front of me. Drowned, multiple times I might add. And now I'm trapped inside my mother's lair with this psychopath. A lair that felt like a reminder, that I'll never be a sea witch, just a daughter of one.

Uma. The voice shrilly says my name inside my head.

LEAVE ME ALONE! I scream angrily, feeling frustrated by this whole sick game. They laugh again, this time heartily.

"I've been messing with you for so long," They brag, and I hiss inwardly in anger," And as fun, as it's been, I actually need you."

I found myself shocked, they listened, they weren't speaking in my head. Did I just manage to intimidate the big bad messing with my mind? Who's weak now? I think proudly.

Still you, the voice spoke in my head. Seems I celebrated too soon.

"Look, I don't have time to deal with you and your many complexes. Someone's Awakening."

Awakening? What does that mean?

"You don't need to worry about it."

That doesn't sound suspicious at all. I respond sarcastically.

"I need you to stop it."

How about no?

"Oh, you think you have a choice, okay, I'll humor you," They chuckle tartly and continue, "I'll give you an offer."

An offer? From you, I'll pass thanks. My mother was the queen of offers and there's always a hidden catch. There was no way I'd ever agree to anything. Especially, from someone whose tortured me, for months.

"What if I promise you, that Mal's defeat will be by your hand?"

Mal defeated. That sounded right, no, it sounded amazing. I would never take the deal, of course, I'd defeat Mal by my own hand.

Sure, being the queen of the Isle instantaneously, sounded great. I'd be the best, the evilest, and everyone would know my name. Uma. It'd be such a shallow victory if I won it without lifting a finger.

Tempting, I admit, but I'll never take it.

"You have too much confidence in yourself. You'll never defeat Mal without there being 'intervention'." They inform, and I inwardly grumble.

I will defeat Mal, and no help needed especially from you, thanks. I respond in my mind flippantly. This entity doubted me, like all the others. I'll show everyone, that I'm the best, and they'll all bow down to me.

"What about a handsome prince who holds Mal's heart?" They question, urgency clear in their voice. They were getting desperate.

A prince. Mal and a Prince? Are you kidding me? How? When? Wait, did she have a crush on the prince of Auradon. I wonder how Harry will feel with this information.

"Ah, I forgot, your heart lies elsewhere," They remember teasingly," The pirate boy."

Oh no. I felt a sense of dread, thinking of Harry in front of them was a terrible mistake.

"Harry, son of Captain Hook. Quite the looker." They proclaim seductively.

How did I approach this? I couldn't come off angry, they loved that. It might provoke them, they might actually hurt Harry. Could they?

This was a dream. My dream. This entity might haunt me in my nightmares, but could they actually hurt me, in the real world?

I needed to wake up, I had to get out of here. I have to figure out how to stop, whatever this is.

"I tried being nice, Uma." They complain, their anger building with every word, "But, you just have to get ideas in your head!"

Suddenly, a light sparks in front of my eyes, and my eyes widened in shock at what I see. It was Harry. Harry was in front of me.

No, that couldn't be right. That couldn't be the real Harry! Harry would never look at me with such hatred in his eyes.

"How about this," They suggest."I kill everything you love, including handsome right here." They violently say pointing to their well Harry's face.

I couldn't let them get to me. They couldn't know Harry was my weakness. I had to deflect, to convince them Harry was nothing to me.

Okay, so yeah he technically was now. My friendship with him was dead. Even if this entity didn't kill him, I didn't want it haunting Harry's dreams. I narrow my eyes in anger and hatred.

I don't love anything. They laugh in response, Harry's laugh. They stare at me with Harry's light blue eyes, and I look away.

"I'll pretend I don't know, where your heart lies."

You know nothing. Harry and I aren't even friends anymore. I could care less what happens to him.

"Liar," They laugh as if my response was the funniest thing they've ever heard.

I didn't like talking about my feelings, especially with whoever this was. Let's say I did have feelings for Harry, they could never be acted on. I had to get revenge. I had to win. If Harry couldn't wait, then maybe it wasn't meant to be.

I glance back at fake Harry's face, he looks like he's listening. Wait, that's it. Gods, I'm so stupid. They couldn't just read the thoughts I projected. They could read everything, I thought, and feel. How could I defeat someone who was all-knowing?

I had to get back to the real world. They were learning way too much about me here. It wasn't safe. I had to wake up.

They come closer to me, a knowing smile on their face. Their fake Harry disguise was good, I hated how good. My heart started beating a little faster at the closeness. They move in like they were going to kiss me, but at the last-minute change to my ear.

"Uma," They say my name just as Harry does, like an unanswered prayer, "You wouldn't let me die would ya?"

They pull away, their eyes in front of me again. I glare watching as they use Harry's face to do his signature pout. It was a perfect impression, and it terrified me. I scream internally. How? How did they know so much about Harry and his mannerisms?

The screaming in my head caught them off guard, and they winced. Realizing they were now distracted, I chant in my mind for me to wake up. I repeat it quickly, like a mantra. And feel myself starting to drift away from the dream world. It's working!

"No!" Fake Harry shrieks, trying to grab at me as I disappear.

I wake up in my bedroom, gasping for air. My heart is pounding harshly in my chest, that feels excessively tight at the moment. I try to breathe in slower, hoping to ease my self. It fails, and I feel something wet on my face, I was crying. I didn't know what to do, my body was a wreck of emotions and panic.

I suffered in those dreams for months. Months! I couldn't take it anymore! I had to figure out, how to put an end to this.

I groaned in frustration. I wasn't used to feeling all these emotions. It was making me so angry! I placed my hands over my eye and cry into them.

I needed answers. The only person, that knew everything about this necklace was my mother. She wasn't exactly the most, helpful person.

I think back to the few things she's told me about the necklace. She told me it was powerful, and if I wasn't her daughter she'd never give it to me. I wasn't worthy of it. It'd be a fluke in my hands.

Oh my mother, always so uplifting and encouraging. Not. She never once talked about the necklace causing pain. I knew the necklace's most extensive power was its ability to trap a soul. My mother never went that route, preferring to turn people into polyps trapping them in her gardens.

She really only corrupted a soul, never caring to fully delve into soul magic. I don't know. My mother was the daughter of Poseidon, which meant Hades the god of the underworld was my uncle. My mother hated her family, her own brother did cast her out of his kingdom.

I felt my mind delve deeper into despair, as it feels exhausted by my emotions. I cried harder, feeling I had no way out of this. I couldn't even ask my mother, because not only would she reject me. She'll taunt me for my weakness.

My mouth begins to silently utter pleas, begging for these feelings to stop. My stomach twists its self into knots, as I realize this could be another battle I'll fail to win.

I took a shower and quickly got dressed for school, wearing my usual outfit. I went downstairs and heard my mother yelling at her tv screen. I wavered for a second, thinking of how I wanted to know the story behind the necklace. I knew it would be useless, she wouldn't tell me a thing. The thought of confronting her about it, and getting the knowledge I needed to defeat whatever was trying to kill me. This was so overwhelming.

I imagined the scene. I would walk in there confidently striding in, and turn off her soap opera. I'd throw the necklace I always wore down and demand she gives me answers.

Who am I kidding? I'd just end up with a tentacle across my face. And trust me it leaves a mark. I couldn't hide my face for a whole week, she'd still force me to work at the Fish and Chips shop.

I wouldn't know if she was telling the truth anyway. My mother has always been a shifty character, lies easily tumbled out her mouth. The only time the truth comes out is when she's ready to insult.

I couldn't do it, I'd have to figure this out on my own. Sure, I haven't a clue where to start, but I'll figure it out, right?

Like a coward, I choose to leave the house without saying a word. Was it really categorized as cowardly when I was protecting my face? Ugh!

I walk out of my house closing, the door gently and bumping into someone. Why would someone be waiting outside my door? The only person to do that was-oh no. I yelp and find myself feeling a mix of emotions as I see Harry Hook.

No, he couldn't be here. Why wasn't he with her?

Harry gives me a nervous wave of his hook, an unsure look on his face. Every feeling of disdain, I had washed away. I hated this so much! I couldn't even hate the guy.

Flashes of my dream appear in my mind, and I feel scared. I had this weird urge and wrapped my arms around Harry. What was this?

I grip him tightly, catching him off guard, but he quickly wraps his arms around me. It feels right. It feels good. I never wanted it to end.

Harry says something flirty and it throws me back to reality. Suddenly, I remember where we are, and what he did. I push him away, watching as he stumbles and glare at him.

I was angry at both of us. Me, for forgetting the rules of the Isle. If anyone saw us, we'd both be killed. Here I was trying to figure out, how to save him. And I already ruined it by not keeping my emotions in check.

My affection for Harry was a weakness, for both of us. I couldn't control myself around him. I had to keep up the act and push him away. He betrayed you. You hate him. You despise him.

"What's going on darling?"

I don't say a word as I walk away from him. I've lived a Harry free life for months now, I could handle the rest of my life without him. Probably? I think. I hope. He follows behind me and places himself beside me. I roll my eyes in irritation, as he walks slowly to match my strides.

"Go away, Harry!" I snap, although inside I was celebrating, it's been so long since I had my best friend beside me.

"Is something bothering you?"

"Besides you?" I reply cheekily, and Harry raises his eyebrow in surprise.

"Uma, I can always tell, when something's bothering you. Can't you just tell me?"

"You revoked your privileges of finding out my feelings when you started dating her!" I proclaim bitterness etched in my voice.

"I don't want to argue with you!" He says frowning.

"Good, because I don't want to talk to you."

We both don't say a word, as we walk in silence. The school comes into sight, and I realize Harry was still following me.

"Why are you following me?"

"Can't I learn?" He drawls sweetly, "I go here too, you know." He points out with a smile.

"Hard to believe," I grumble underneath my breath. Then I thoughtlessly quip, "You've been gone for so long."

"Did you miss me?" He asks me with a flirtatious smile.

"Barely noticed, you were gone."

"You missed me." He observes smugly, "I've missed you too."

I feel conflicted. My emotions were fighting an inward battle inside. Part of me was angry and wanted to push him away. The other wanted our friendship back but knew he'd get hurt. The only thing both sides agreed on, was that it was best to keep him at arm's length.

"Shouldn't have betrayed me then," I respond sweetly.

Silence returns to us once more. Mentioning Mal seemed the only thing to make him quiet, which was bittersweet. I hated talking about her, and I hated how he divulge no information into the nature of their-no his love her? Why did I care? I shouldn't care, besides we're evil. He couldn't love her...Could he?

Harry runs past me, straight towards the school that was already in view. I felt a tug of guilt, for pushing him away. He wanted us to still be friends, like before. For me to forget his betrayal, and everything to go back to normal. I couldn't do that his betrayal to heartbreaking plus the whole someone plotting to murder him. It kind of put a huge damper, on us being friends again. And I really hated it, because I really missed my friend.

Harry approaches the school door and opens it gently holding it open, as he waits for me to approach.

"What are you doing?" I question, curiously.

"Nothing darling," he drawls with a grin, "Just holding a door."

"I can open a door by myself!" I say walking through.

"I know," he responds, following behind me as I make my way to the one and only classroom for our grade. Well, every grade.

The conversation stops, as we enter the classroom. My heart drops as I see Lady Tremaine sitting at the desk. She was the absolute worst, I hated it when she taught. She was so overly strict and ridiculous. I could never sleep when she was in charge, not that I wanted to sleep ever again after last nights dream.

I make my way over to my seat, and Harry sits in the one beside me. That was the seat he sat in pretty much our whole lives, until her. Gil was already there as usual, except with a piece of paper on his desk and a pencil in his hand. He must have heard that today was Lady Tremaine's day because he never usually brought supplies with him. No one did.

I wish he could have warned me because Tremaine definitely had it out for me today. She called on me for every single question. And even, when I was right I was wrong. Harry and Gil had both tried hard to defend me, which, caused them both to be on the receiving end of Lady Tremaine's signature icy glare. I didn't need help. It sucks when you're trying to push people out of your life. And they're just so, themselves.

When school ended, I watched as most of the people in the room rushed out the door. I knew I had to go to the restaurant, live out the same loop I called my life. I get up, and Harry gets up at the same time.

"You are not going to follow me again!" I shout annoyed not wanting to deal with his lost puppy act anymore.

"Can't I enjoy some food at the Fish and Chips Shop?"

"No, don't you have somewhere to go, with your girlfriend?"

"Why, Jealous?" He probes hopefully.

"No."

"I thought I'd hang out with you today," he says," like old times."

"Think otherwise, because we're not hanging out, and we're not friends." I counter sweetly, with a hair flip and an eye-roll.

"Uma, you don't mean that."

"I do," I admit, I had to let him go. I couldn't let my feelings towards him be used as a weakness any longer. This was the best thing I could do. Let him go.

"Wow, harsh," Gil says, and we both glare at him.

"Why are you still here Gil?" Harry asks angrily, through gritted teeth.

"I-I can stay if I want!" Gil defends, stuttering in fear.

Harry glares at Gil, who quietly picks up his paper and pencil.

"What do you know? I suddenly want to leave. Bye Uma and Harry!" He continues hurriedly, rushing out of the classroom.

"Where were we?" Harry wonders aloud,"Ah, you were just about to end this ridiculous protest against me."

"That was not the direction, this conversation was going."

"Uma, Is there something else going on with you?" He continues,"Something not involving Mal?"

I don't say anything, hating how he can read me. Harry was always sensitive to my emotions, capable of telling when anything was off. I hated how he knew me. I had to leave, I had to get away from him.

I say nothing, and get up from my desk leaving the classroom. Harry calls out, rushing behind me.

"Stay away," I yell viciously, as I turn to face him.

"No," He replies firmly, "This isn't us Uma, we don't fight."

"There is no us!" I bellow angrily, as I look around noticing students lingering, their eyes glued to us.

"I won't let this go!" Harry cautions as I look at him, knowing what he really wanted to say.

I won't let you go. That's what he really wants to say. How...funny. If he truly felt that way...Then why? Why did he choose Mal? It was too late to even dwell on this, I couldn't let Harry be around me. It was too risky.

"Do what you want!" I spat in a huff, running away and pushing past everyone in my way.

As I ran to the restaurant, I knew one thing. It was going to take more willpower than I thought, to let Harry go. I'm sure, I can live a Harry less life. Probably? Possibly? I'm screwed, aren't I?

A.N. I found out in the books, that Harry calls Uma darling, so I had to include it. I'm working, on the next chapter of my other Uma/Harry fic. And a new fic that's been requested, that has become longer than I originally intended. Anyway, we're getting deeper into the plot yay. Thanks to everyone who's reading this and supporting this story! I really appreciate it!