Neverland
Disclaimer: None of the Characters belong to me
Fanfictions used: Harry Potter and Peter Pan
Rating: K
Language: English
Genre: Drama & Adventure
Main Character: Harry P. Peter Pan
Word count on: 10,210 Words
Peter Pan was lonely until he gained a little brother who didn't have a home. Both boys became the leaders of the lost boys and Harry goes on his first mission alone to find a lost boy in a gigantic castle Scotland. High in the tower he finds a thirteen year old wizard named Neville who isn't really certain that he's lost. Just the Potter luck that a dirty pirate choose to kill a rat that night.
One of my favorite stories to write. I really like to write about little or Powerful Harry. In this story Harry isn't powerful but he's small
Peter Pan was lonely since the lost boys left with Wendy. It wasn't her fault and he knew that the lost boys were only lost until they found a home. That was his job, finding lost children and return them home.
But it had been ages since he felt the call of a lost boy who actually wanted to stay for longer than a few days.
Off course, Hook hadn't let him down. The pirate was always ready to play with him, it was funny how bad that man was at being a captain. And there were the mermaids who took him swimming and there had been a lost girl who had been added to the mermaids who was kind of okay but they were GIRLS. The Indians games weren't funny if you were playing alone and Tiger Lilly had grown up now.
Sure he had Tinkerbell but she had her other fairy friends and fairy work.
He just wanted a lost boy who would play with him like they used too.
A warm feeling in his chest called out to him, it seemed like someone was listening to him. Calling Tink, Peter flew back to Earth, hoping that this wasn't another kid who wanted to go home.
In the woods, hidden under the protecting leaves sat a three year old boy. Peter never had found a boy this small, didn't parents usually watch these children really close? He wondered as he studied the trembling child. His black hair was wet from the rain and lay flat on his head. Even through the rain, Peter could see that the child was crying. "Hey kid. What's your name?" asked Peter as he sat cross-legged on the ground.
Glowing green eyes looked up to him in fright, switching between him and Tinkerbell. "H…Ha…Harry." Stuttered the boy.
"I'm Peter Pan and this is my fairy Tinkerbell." introduced Peter. "Are you lost?"
"W…what i…is lo…lost?" asked Harry his head tilted to the side.
"If you're lost than you don't know your way home." Explained Peter.
"Oh." Said Harry looking at his bare feet. "I d…don't ha…have a… a home."
"Then you're lost." Exclaimed Peter happy. "Do you want to come with me to Neverland? It's my home."
"B…but w…w…would…wouldn't you…your m…moth… mother a…and fffather b…be an…ang…angry?"
"I don't have them." Said Peter. "And I don't need them."
"I… I do…don't ha…have th…them too." Said Harry shy.
"Do you want to go with me?" asked Peter reaching out a hand. After a moment of hesitation, Harry reached out, placing the small cold hand in Peter's larger warmer one.
"Ho…How d…do we g…get t…to Never…Land?" Stuttered Harry, still shaking from the cold.
"We fly off course." Said Peter.
"F…fly?"
"Yes, we only need a little bit of fairy dust and happy thoughts." Said Peter. "Don't worry I will teach you."
"I…I do…don't ha…have hap…happy." Mumbled Harry leaning close to Peter for body heat.
Peter thought about it, maybe the boy was too young to have happy thoughts, even Micheal was older than Harry and he was the smallest boy ever to come to Neverland with exception of Peter off course. He remembered that Tinkerbell used to hold his hand while he flew when he was very small.
"I know how, I can lift you." Peter bowed and lifted Harry up in the air. Even though Peter had lived many years in Neverland, he had the body of a seven year old. Luckily Harry was really light. "Tink, can you dust us up?" asked the older boy.
Tinkerbell tinkled in response, before flying over the two. Harry looked in amazement at the golden dust covering them.
The two boys left England, then earth to fly to the second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
-hp-pp-
Harry and Peter found many adventures in Neverland, pranking Hook, playing games with the Indians and swimming with the mermaids was so much more fun with the two of them. The mermaids had healed all the lingering injuries Harry had from his relatives, which surprised Peter because the mermaids never liked a lost boy except for him. But the girls liked the green eyes boy so much that they even made him normal clothing like Peter wore.
Peter found that he never had a friend like Harry, who followed his lead and every command without questioning. Harry was also the first boy who ever won sword fighting from Peter, admitting it was only once but still.
The two were as close as brothers.
And when other lost boys started to arrive, Peter made his baby brother Harry his second in command.
Tinkerbell had fed Harry a drip of her blood, and now he could understand her and feel the call of a lost boy like his big brother could. When Harry had enough happy memories, he started to accompany Peter to earth to help find the lost boys and he even met former mother Wendy who was a real mother now Jane was born.
Going back to earth a few times had aged the duo the last ten years. Peter looked around nine years old now, and Harry looked four. They had collected twenty eight lost girls and at Sunshine's request returned twenty one to their homes when they weren't lost anymore. Fifty-seven lost boys had been found, forty-eight had returned home after their short stay. The ones that returned were mostly runaways who started to miss their mother or father, the nine that stayed had no desire to return to their parents and grow up. The nine lost boys looked at Peter and Harry as their leaders, even though that Harry was still the youngest of them all at least by looks.
One morning, Peter announced during breakfast that they were going to play find the treasure which they had stolen from Hook a few months ago when the two brothers felt the warmth of a lost boy.
Peter was actually disappointed having to go, he was looking forward to his new game so Harry pulled his brothers sleeve. "I can go." Said the small boy.
"Alone?" asked Peter.
"I can take Tink along," said Harry. "I won't be alone."
"If you're sure." Shrugged Peter, raising up in the air. "I was as big as you when I started to get the lost boys so okay."
Harry felt pride swell up in him as such an important task was trusted to him.
*You'll do great* said Tinkerbell, *Come, let's get the boy, I want to play too.*
"Okay Tink," Harry thought back to the last fairy dance Peter and he were invited to and felt his feet leave the ground. Since the brothers spend so much time among the fairy dust, they rarely needed the extra dust. A happy memory was enough to fly, and Harry had a lot of happy memories.
The boy felt freedom as he soared through the air. *Keep out of sight little Harry.* warned Tinkerbell. *You don't want to be found by pirates.*
"I'll be careful." Smiled Harry landing softly on the grass. Looking up he saw a large castle at a lake. The moon was shining and a soft wind was moving the grass. There were so many children in there, but who was the lost one? And how could he be lost if he was inside?
Knowing that magic would open the window with the lost boy, Harry started to fly around the castle. *I found the window!* Tinkerbell called out, and Harry flew over.
The window was large enough to land in silently and he looked inside.
The room was large and cozy. A fireplace in the middle of the room provided warmth for the four sleeping boys in the large poster beds. They clearly favorite red and gold colors as the walls and beds were decorated with them, and lions, lots of lions.
One boy was seated on his bed, looking through the pages of an photo album.
"Are you lost?" asked Harry his head tilted.
Large eyes looked up to him and Harry smiled to the thirteen year old boy. His hair was brown and his face round. "Lost?" he asked. "No I'm not… lost Uhm… who are you?"
"I'm Harry," smiled Harry. "And this is Tinkerbell, she's a fairy."
"What are you doing here?" asked the boy again.
"I'm looking for a lost boy, he can come with me to Neverland until he's not lost anymore." Exclaimed Harry.
"What's Neverland?"
"You do ask a lot of questions." Harry rose up in the air and sat cross-legged on a chair near the boy's bed. Normally the chair would fall over but through his flying ability he was able to sit upright with Tink on his shoulder. "Neverland is where the lost boys and girls go to. There are pirates and mermaids and Indians too. And you never grow up. Your pretty old to be a lost boy." Remarked Harry studying the boy. He was slightly older than most lost boys but there had been boys lost at his age or older before. "Do you want to come?"
"But I'm not lost."
*He is lost.* said Tink to Harry as she flew around the boy. *But different kind of lost, he has given a task that isn't his.*
"What is she doing?" asked the boy.
"She's saying that your lost, because you have to do something you shouldn't." translated Harry. "What's your name?"
"Neville." Said the boy softly.
"Want to talk about it Neville? Maybe I can help you find your way back." Said Harry.
"But you're a toddler!"
"I've been four for a long time, you don't grow up in Neverland, so we can play forever." Exclaimed Harry. "You can tell me if you like. Tink is really smart too." This earned him a kiss from the fairy.
"I must be dreaming." Mumbled Neville rubbing his eyes. "Well if I'm dreaming I can tell myself it right?" Harry only looked confused so Neville continued. "There was this boy, who is also named Harry. He was supposed to be the hero of the wizard world because he survived a curse, but he never came to school. His family confessed that they abused him and left him alone in the woods, the ministry never found him and everyone thinks he's dead. Harry and I were born around the same time and our parents were really close friends and now everyone looks at me like I should be a hero. But I don't want to be. I just want to be me. I need space to think about everything."
"Come with me." Said Harry.
"Huh?"
"Come with me to Neverland. You don't have to be a hero there." Explained Harry. "You can stay as long as you want and you won't grow up. So you have all the time you need to think."
"May I have some time to think about it?" asked Neville.
Tink flew around the room back to Harry's shoulder. *He's a weird one.* she said.
"Yes, so many questions." Agreed Harry. "I don't remember the others ask so much."
*That's because Peter wants you on look out while he answers the questions.* chuckled the fairy. *Nobody had to think if they wanted to come."
"Was I the same?"
*No, not this many.* said Tink.
"Good, now Neville. I'll be on the grass near the trees tomorrow when the sun leaves the sky, if you want to come…" Harry's voice died out when the door opened. Quickly he flew up to the ceiling, not wanting the be discovered by an adult.
The man who walked in was thin, his dirty hair was tangled and fell over his shoulders. Neville pretended to be asleep the moment the door opened and was facing away from the man.
Harry's eyes narrowed when he saw the moonlight reflection on a knife, pulling his small sword.
The man raised his knife and Harry jumped down, parrying the attack. "Pirates," growled Harry holding his sword high as he stood on the bed, still too small to reach eye height. "I hate pirates, especially those who attack in the night while their victim is sleeping. Coward."
"What?" stuttered the man but he didn't have time to think before Harry started attacking. "Stop! Please! I'm not a pirate!" shouted the man as he tried his best to counter the attacks, but Harry didn't listen. With a mean hit on the man's hand, he dropped the knife and raised his arms.
"I should feed you to the crocodile." Said Harry as people ran into the room.
"That's Sirius Black." Whispered many voices and someone called out to get, 'Professor McGonagall.'
"Any last words filthy pirate?" asked Harry the sword against Black's throat.
"Please, I'm not a pirate!" said Sirius Black. "I'm here to kill a rat, but he isn't a rat. He's changed in a rat. Please let me prove it."
*Was that a wish?* asked Tink frowning in confusion. *But they never make a wish.*
"I think so." Answered Harry. "If that's your last wish. My fairy can break any spell. Tinkerbell could you please request his wish."
Tinkerbell flew over to the bed where a red haired boy was trying to keep a firm hold on a struggling rat. As she flew over them dust fell down and the rat began to grow into a disgusting looking man. People screamed when the man fell of the bed and accidently knocked himself out. *He's dumber than I pirate. And uglier.* said Tink looking down at the man.
"I agree Tink." Nodded Harry. "It seems you're right, but that doesn't explain why you would want to kill this man."
"He framed me." Babbled Sirius. "He's responsible for the murder on my brother and his wife. It's because of him that the muggles killed my Harry."
Harry pulled back his sword. "The same Harry you were talking about Neville?" asked the small boy.
"Yes, Sirius is Harry Potter's godfather." Said Neville looking in awe at Harry.
More people entered the room, looking wide eyed from the unconscious man on the ground to Sirius Black on his knees and a four year old holding a sword standing in the shadows. "What is going on here?" a woman asked. Another red head, but older, started to explain while Tinkerbell flew over.
*Your name is Harry Potter.* she said confused. *Do you think you're the one they're talking about?*
"Well, I was left in the woods like Neville's Harry." Frowned Harry, sheathing his sword and walking over to the window. "And the Dursley's weren't very nice."
"Dursley's?" croaked Sirius looking up.
"Yes, they were the people I lived with before Peter found me." Said Harry standing in the window. "I didn't like them."
"Peter?" Sirius looked back to the man lying on the ground before looking back to the boy. "What's your name?"
Harry stood in the window, his hands on his hips and the wind blew his hair away showing the scar on his forehead. He heard gasps, even before he said. "Harry. Harry James Potter."
Jumping from the window, he and Tink flew back to the woods, leaving the man screaming his name behind.
I wrote until Harry brings Sirius to Neverland.
