So hey, just to notify, I'm going to camp for a week, coming home on the weekend, then going back for another week so I'm probably not going to write for a bit. Hopefully I can at least get a drabble in for the weekend.

Please send in prompts/ideas. I have some more, but ones from you guys will really help. Just remember, nothing explicit. I'm fine with making out, but nothing more.

So Another Auradon AU... This is just an intro of what I'm probably going to do for Auradon AUs in the future. A little more Harry-centric and a little less romance, sorry.

Warning: interrupted language, if you haven't read and seen Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, don't read.

~Taking Flight~

Neverland. He was finally able to go. The place he always wanted since he was just a little swashbuckler.

Harry pulled from his thoughts as Uma intertwined their fingers. Right, he had a place here, in Auradon. He could be happy. He had his sisters, his best friend, and his girlfriend.

But he looked longingly at the sky, where the special star was hidden from the sun.

"Harry..." The pirate looked at the sea witch with confusion. Her tone was that of confused and slightly scared. He never heard her use that voice.

"Harry... you're floating."

He looked down in alarm to see that yes, his feet were five inches off the ground.

"What the fu... whoa!" He suddenly shot up further. "Okay, guess my powers don't like cursing. What the heck?! How am I suddenly flying? Since when were fairies around?"

Uma grabbed his leg and yanked him down. "Alright, Emma, just sit tight."

The son of Captain Hook rolled his eyes. "It's Olive. The two switched peculiarities in the movie, so annoying."

"Like I care," the blue-haired teen huffed. "Let's get you to the Fairy Godmother or someone."

It turned out that children born with Neverland blood through them (which was a lot more uncommon than most would think) were given the abilities to defy gravity.

"Makes sense, Pan kid's dad was Mr. Fairy Prince," Harry said, sighing. "Only figures I'm like that."

"But... then how come your dad never flew?" Gil asked.

Harry shrugged. "Didn't think happy thoughts?" He looked at his feet, where lead shoes were attached to keep him down. "And I'm Olive now, at least they aren't high-heels."

"I'm still jealous you can fly," Harriet stated, waving her arms around. "Is it just boys? CJ and I haven't been able to be two inches off the ground without clinging on a rope! This is just stereotypical."

Harry sighed at his older sister. "It's not great if you can't control it, Ettie. If just one shoe falters, I'm in outer space."

"Or you could be in Neverland," CJ groaned. "Jealous."

The green-eyed teen glared, unbuckling his shoes. Immediately he shot up and hit his head on the ceiling. "See? Absolutely no control. I'd probably hit the moon before able to go there."

Harriet huffed. "Oh well, I guess ropes are more fun."

"If you guys want to go to Neverland that badly..." the pirate inched along the ceiling before grabbing the bedpost. He pulled himself down and grabbed his shoes, flipping to buckle them before taking a small box out from underneath. "It doesn't work on the Isle, but I guess it does here." He opened to show a bit of the glittery gold dust.

They all gaped, and he smirked. "Although I'm not sure we're allowed there quite yet."

The bell sounded, and Harry walked a bit awkwardly out the door.

It was Magical History, and Harry groaned. Uma smiled. "Just think, you can't play tourney or R.O.A.R unless we find a way to control your powers."

Harry turned. "Are you my girlfriend or tormenter?" He mumbled. She laughed lightly, swooping to place a kiss on his cheek as the two walked in.

After hours of boring classes that nearly made the VKs fall asleep, they met up outside for lunch.

"Isn't that the pirate's boy?"

"Yeah, I heard he can fly."

"Probably doesn't, causing trouble isn't exactly a happy thought."

"Can't control it, see those shoes?"

"Sad, can't play tourney or R.O.A.R."

Harry gulped, squeezing Uma's hand. He knew gossip would spread like wildfire. He liked attention and the gossip that said 'don't mess with him' but exposing his weaknesses? It made him feel small and pathetic, nothing like the tough guy from the Isle.

Uma noticed this, and growled at the gossipers. They immediately shut up.

Harry smiled, thankful.

When Uma was near, everyone shook and immediately apologized to Harry. He started to get his own reputation back.

"Thanks," he said to her one day.

She looked at him in surprise. "For what?"

"For just being the best girlfriend I could ask for."

"No problem."

I finished this (and am writing this AN) on my way to camp. Sorry to cut it short, but no phones at camp.

I will be back! You are all loved, hope to see you later!

~Evil