A/N

Hello again everyone and welcome back to the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the shocker it contains. I personally thought it would be a natural occurrence considering the circumstances throughout the original three books and the movies, but that's just my opinion. I do have some exciting news coming up in a few chapters as it's still too early to say much about it.

Happy reading and I'll see you all next time!

She was lying there on the sunken mattress, her wrists and ankles bound to the four gargoyles statues on every corner of the bed frame. Harry was standing over her, a lustful look in his eye and the silver, gleaming hook in his hand. He slowly and deliberately dragged the pointed end over her exposed stomach, leaving a faint red line across it. She squirmed under the touch, making Harry smirk.

"Had enough yet, princess?" he asked cockily, the smirk growing wider on his face.

"Harry…please" she begged. She was tired of his constant teasing, but Harry was being relentless. She knew he would end this in his own time.

He leaned down next to her ear and purred "Do ye want it?" He placed his lips at the sensitive pulse point below her ear…

Evie shot up, blinking her eyes rapidly to get rid of the image in her head. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She rubbed her eyes and looked around at the dark room, finally remembering where she was. The muted, orange hue on the horizon told her that sunrise was an on-going current event. She glanced over and saw a now wide-awake Harry staring at her with a smirk on his face.

"How…how much of that did you see?" she asked, a slight blush creeping onto her face that made her thankful for the dark lighting in the room.

"Not much. Just ye squirmin' and beggin' for me tae do something."

Evie flopped back onto the bed and covered her face with her hands, trying to control her giggling fit. She certainly had dreams about Harry before, but they were never something that explicit or risqué. She eventually managed to get her giggles under control before the conversation picked up again.

"Want tae tell me about it?" Harry asked, twirling a strand of her blue locks around his finger.

"Well, it involved this bed, restraints, and your hook" she replied, the blush becoming deeper on her face.

"Hmmm, sounds like a fun time tae me" he said, reaching over and pulling her onto his body. Their lips softly met before turning into a heated make-out session.

The door to the room opened up without so much as a warning, and Mal walked in, not knowing what was behind the door.

"OH MY GOD!" she shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. Her shouting caused Jay, Uma, and Ben to come running over to the door, but once they saw the sight, their eyes widened and shock become the dominant expression on their faces.

"Seriously…again?" God, you two go at it like a bunch of rabbits" Uma quipped before turning around and leaving the rest alone.

Evie climbed off of Harry and stood up, smoothing down her hair and pajamas. Harry threw off the sheets and stood up next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Evie shot at the others, embarrassed that they caught her and Harry in a precarious moment.

"Ever heard of not doing it when other people are in the next room over?" Mal asked.

"Alright, alright. Beat it all of ye before I hook ye" Harry said, moving over to the group assembled around the door, ready to throw them out.

"Just get ready. We're leaving in forty-five minutes" Jay said before Harry shut the door in their faces and flipped the lock shut on the door, giving them privacy.

Evie sighed while Harry made his way back to Evie before bursting out laughing.

"It's not funny" Evie pouted, slapping his arm. "They could've seen stuff."

"What? It's not like they don't know about us and what we do" Harry pointed out.

"Of course they know. They don't need to have a visual dummy" Evie said, pushing him backwards onto the bed and following after him.

Twenty minutes later, they emerged out of the bedroom, freshly dressed, completely decent, and much happier. They slipped into the bathroom together to finish getting ready, but they underestimated the space available to them. Mal's bathroom was so small that Evie and Harry were practically on top of each other, and not in the fun way. Evie kept bumping her elbow into Harry when he was trying to do his guyliner, and Harry accidentally stepped on her foot when trying to move around her, causing her to smear her lipstick over her cheek.

"Sorry" he muttered.

"It's fine. Just turn around one second."

Harry turned around and came face to face with a makeup brush.

"What's that for?"

"Just close your eyes and shut up." She took the brush and smudged the guyliner around his eyes, creating a smoky and smudgy effect.

"There, much better" she purred. She always found him more attractive with smudgy guyliner.

Another twenty minutes later, they clambered out of the bathroom, fully ready to go. The others were sitting around in the living room looking bored out of their minds. This was going to be their first full day on the Isle and potentially the most dangerous.

"Finally, you two are done" Mal said with a relieved sigh. She was getting hungry, and when Mal got hungry, it meant nothing but attitude and anger.

"You know you could've gone and picked up the food and brought it back, right?" Evie questioned, zipping up the front of her leather jacket.

"Yeah, I know, but he" she pointed over at Ben who was busy adjusting the beanie on his head for what seemed to be the tenth time "wanted to eat at the shop, and I don't have any coins."

"None of us do" Uma said with a yawn. She was definitely pissed and tired at being awakened at such an early hour. She thought that this whole thing wouldn't be on a schedule, but she apparently thought wrong.

"Well, I guess we're in luck again because I managed to get some."

"Alright, great. Can we get some food now?" Jay asked.

They stood up and headed down the stairs, the groan and strain piercing their ears. Mal pried open the door and stuck her head out, looking around to see if anyone important might spot them.

"Just go already" Uma said. She was annoyed at how cautious they were being. They were already spotted last night, so there was no point in being cautious at this point anymore.

They made their way out of the doorway and entered the shop, where all the morning patrons were scattered around the tables, yawning into their morning cup of coffee. Out of the corner of her eye, Evie thought she saw a pointed, triangle hat that may belong to a pirate, but she was too tired to think anything of it. Almost everyone was too tired to give anyone or anything a second glance.

"Go find a table guys. We'll get the food. Anyone want milk in their coffee?" Evie asked.

"I'll take some" Ben replied.

She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him towards the counter. She approached the register and found the same goblin who served them last night still working the morning shift.

"You again?" he asked spitefully. "Haven't you been here enough?"

"Oh we're sorry. You've mistaken us for people who give a rat's ass" Harry shot back to the goblin.

"Just get us six stale muffins and six cups of coffee with one having milk, or else we'll be running out of here again without paying."

The goblin shot them a cold glare before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. The two of them headed down to the pickup end of the counter and waited for their order. Meanwhile, Ben was looking around the place like an obvious tourist on vacation. If he could, he would be taking pictures every two seconds, but the camera most likely would be stolen the second he put it down. Never leave your things unattended on the Isle.

"Here's your order. Now beat it you two" the goblin said sourly.

Evie placed a single, rusty coin down on the counter, and the goblin quickly snatched it and stuffed it into the pocket of his apron. They grabbed the plates and cups of coffee and made their way over to the group.

"Breakfast is up. Enjoy" Harry sarcastically said, placing the cups in his hands on the table.

"What's this and why didn't you have this last night?" Ben whined, picking up the muffin and turning it over in his hands. "This looks so much better than the chicken."

"It's a stale muffin. Probably the only thing decent on this island" Evie said, picking her ups and taking a bite out of it.

Ben took a bite out of his and gave the group a shrug. "It's still better than last night." He picked up the cup of coffee and took a gulp of it, his face scrunching up at the bitter taste. "But I can do without that."

"Better get used to it, because it's either that or murky water with floating scraps of dirt."

Ben, knowing he had no option since murky water would probably be even worse, conceded and finished off the cup of coffee, hoping the stale muffin would neutralize the taste. The rest of the group finished off their breakfast before standing up and leaving. Ben cleared his throat, which gathered the attention of the other five.

"Uh, aren't you guys forgetting something?"

The five of them looked around at each other and around the restaurant before they shook their heads.

"You guys kind of forgot to pay?" he said, but it came out in more of a question.

His statement made them all look at him like he grew two heads right before their eyes.

"Are ye bein' serious right now?" Harry asked him.

"What? What did I do wrong this time?" Ben whined. He was trying to fit in, but at the rate he was going, he obviously was failing.

"Ben, you don't pay for stuff. Just get up and leave" Mal said, grabbing his arm and forcing him out of the shop. "You seriously need to learn how to fit in better."

The moment they exited the shop, the brisk, morning draft hit them full force, causing them to shiver slightly and pull their leather jackets closer to their bodies. Harry wrapped his arm around Evie and rubbed her arm up and down, trying to bring some warmth and blood circulation to her.

The sun was starting to slowly make its way pass the horizon, and the fruit vendors were opening up their ripped awnings, ready to start their day. It wasn't the wide variety of fruit you would find at Auradon. It was mostly bruised apples and oranges with the occasional banana and blueberry bundle. Uma looked around at the nearest fruit vendor, and her lips curled into a devious smile.

"Need help fitting in your majesty?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"I guess. I don't want to be the reason this plan fails" Ben said shrugging his shoulders.

"Good. Then go up to the apple vendor and take one of her apples" Uma said, elbowing Harry in his side She knew it would be fun to watch him squirm and see the inner struggle with his conscience.

"I would…but…but…um…I" he stuttered out.

"Bu…bu…but what?" Uma stuttered out, mocking him. Mal shot her a glare, but Uma didn't care one bit. This was the most fun she was having since going to Auradon.

"There's not a lot of people around. What if I get spotted?" Ben asked. This caused Jay to step up in front of him and pull the beanie off his head, releasing his long locks of hair.

"Watch and learn my friend" he said with a smirk.

Jay proceeded over to the fruit vendor and gave her a charming smile. He picked up the apples individually and examined each one of them intently. When the seller turned her back to him, he quickly stuffed five apples into his beanie and proceeded back towards the group, a look of pride on his face. Even after a year, he still had it in him.

"It's as easy as that" Jay said, picking the apples out of his beanie and stuffing them in Mal's backpack for later.

"So, think you can handle breaking the rules?" Evie asked, her lips too curling up.

Ben wanted to move forward and prove them all wrong, but his feet seemed to be unable to. This was going against everything he was taught as a young boy. How anyone could steal and not feel guilty about it he didn't know.

"Don't think about it…just go" Mal said, shoving him in his back, forcing him to move forward.

He made his way over to the vendor and pulled his beanie off his head. Like Jay, he gave her a charming smile and picked up each apple individually, examining them for bruises. She turned around and he stuffed the apple in his beanie. Unlike Jay, the vendor turned back too quickly and caught him.

"HEY!" she shouted. "You plan on paying for that?" she asked him, narrowing her eyes and straightening her posture, trying to appear tougher than she really was.

In a brave and possibly stupid move, Ben blurted out a "nope" and quickly ran from the fruit stand, leaving the seller shouting profanities and curses at him. The other five were clapping and praising him on his first official act of villainy.

"Please don't ever make me do that again" he pleaded as he placed his apple in Mal's backpack.

"Sorry…no guarantees" Mal quipped back.

"Ok, so where should we start the tour? Jay asked as the headed down the road towards Frollo's Creperie.

"How about my house? It's on the far end of the Isle. We'll head down there and work our way back" Evie suggested.

The other five murmured their reluctant agreement and headed down Unfortunate Avenue towards Woeful Way.

After what felt like an eternity, the group finally made their way onto Hell Street, all six of them almost completely out of breath. Only two of them had ever made the walk this far before: Evie and Harry. When the group met at any other time, they always met somewhere in the middle. Mal was clutching the stitch in her side, Jay was trying to wipe the sweat that formed on his forehead off with his beanie, Ben had taken his jacket off and slung it over his shoulder, and Uma managed to remove her heeled boots and walked through the streets barefoot. Evie was appalled at her lack of decency and cleanliness, but Uma didn't seem to care. After all, she did grow up eating rot for seventeen years.

Walking down Hell Street, they made their way down to Evie's former home and dwelling: Castle Across the Way. It was still how Evie remembered it: the tall, dark, gray stone walls; the Gothic architecture that loomed from a distance; and the familiar eerie feeling one felt when they came to visit or even pass by. It still looked like no one lived there for a century, but Evie knew that to be a false impression of the place.

"So, this is where you lived Evie?" Ben asked between huffs and gasps for air.

"Yep. All thanks to Mal and her mother."

"My god, this place is huge" Uma said, impressed with the massive size of the castle. She didn't venture from the docks that often, but she clearly never made it to this remote part of the Isle. Not many people had important business to attend down this way. "How do you even know where the hell you're going?"

"We didn't. We never strayed far from the center of it. That's why most of the rooms are covered in cobwebs and layers of dust. Mother wasn't keen on housekeeping that much" Evie replied, kicking an old twig from one of the dead trees to the other side of the road.

"Do you think your mother is still in there?" Jay asked.

Evie shrugged her shoulders. "Probably still sleeping if I were to guess. Mother never managed to get up this early, unless the Auradon cargo ships came in that day. But let's not test that theory" she said, grabbing Harry's hand and walking further down the road.

Going down the road further, they came to their next destination: Hell Hall. In contrast to Evie's home, it was the height of old Victorian Charm back in London, but it sadly fell into an ugly disaster zone. A few of the Isle residents even compared it to an ugly goblin's face. The twisted vines still covered the walls and the black, wrought-iron gate at the entrance.

"I'm guessing Carlos lived here" Ben said, taking in the sight before him.

"Lived here…more like allowed to survive here" Mal said.

"Funny enough, we lived so close to each other, yet we never managed to see each other until my first day at Dragon Hall" Evie added.

"I remember reading something about this in a book once" Ben said, running his fingers over the iron gates, causing flakes of black paint to fall off. "It was going to be a castle, but the guy who originally owned it went completely insane and disappeared."

"That's pretty much what happened. But trust me, that place is anything but a castle" Mal said, moving a purple strand of hair out of her eye that had blown there.

"What do you mean?"

"First of all, Carlos slept on a mattress in his mother's fur closet filled with bear traps" Jay said.

"Second, it was never built for winter, so he often froze at night" Mal added after him.

"Third, he was the housekeeper, and if anything was wrong or dirty, he got severely punished."

Ben looked at them like they were joking or exaggerating, but the serious expressions on their faces told him they weren't kidding. His thought was further solidified when Harry and Uma refused to meet his gaze. Everyone, from the remote princess to the dock-dwelling resident, heard about Cruella and her abusive ways towards Carlos.

"You mean, Carlos…"

"He had it the worst out of all of us" Evie said quietly, not meeting his gaze.

Ben turned and looked back up at Hell Hall, appalled that some could even think of doing that to their child. He could only picture a freckled, white hair boy curled up on a dirty mattress shivering and hoping a blanket that never existed would be provided. It was no wonder why Carlos was so skittish and nervous the first day he came. He lived in constant fear and terror of what his mother would do to him. It all made perfect sense.

"Come on, let's head back to the castle" Uma said, turning and heading down the road.

The group gave a final look back at Hell Hall before turning their backs and making their way up Hell Street. They turned onto Woeful Way where Ben suggested that they visit the docks, but Mal pointed out that he had already been there and that there wasn't much left to see. The docks were a limited space and not much else. After another grueling walk, they made their way onto Mean Street with the intent of going to see Jay's former home.

Throughout their entire walk, Ben noticed that the children and even adults were wearing nothing but raggedy clothing that was frayed or filled with holes. Two or three of them would shoot them nasty looks, obviously jealous by how well they looked. Their clothes certainly weren't tattered or ripped. The trashcans were overflowing, and trash was being blown down the street and settling into the potholes that covered the roads. If Ben hadn't seen the Isle with his own two eyes, he never would have believed anything they said.

"And this is my dad's shop" Jay said as they came to stand in front of it. The shop's sign was turned to closed and all twenty-four of the locks were all in the locked position. A true thief only stole and never got anything stolen by someone else.

"How did you live here?"

"Had a room behind the shop. I slept on a rug underneath a shelf that was going to break any day. Probably already broke."

"What did you guys sell?"

"Pretty much all the items I swiped from other people. I'd steal them, he'd set them on the shelves, then he would scam them out of all the coins they had to purchase it again."

Harry broke off from the group to go find some water to quench his thirst. The group was walking back down the road when a voice captured their attention.

"You guys are back…again?" Mal recognized the voice as belonging to Anthony Tremaine, who was oddly enough joined by Rick Ratcliffe, Governor Ratcliffe's son.

"Yeah, we're back…problem?" Mal asked, giving him a look that dared to respond.

"You know you guys don't belong here" he shot at them before noticing Ben. "Oh look here Rick, they brought a little friend this time." He elbowed Rick in the side before he felt the cold metal of a hook being inserted into his jacket and shirt. He gulped and heard the familiar accented voice.

"Hiya!" Harry said, giving him a signature psychotic smile that showed all his teeth.

Rick Ratcliffe was smart enough to slip out and escape from the area, but Anthony was trapped by Harry's hook.

"If ye want tae be in one piece, I suggest ye beat it" he threatened in Anthony's ear. Anthony gulped and took off running in the opposite direction once he was freed from the hook.

"Nice one Harry" Uma said, shooting him a smile. Harry merely shrugged his shoulders, as if he did this every two hours. Before long, another small voice rang out and captured their attention again.

"Boy, you guys sure are brave coming back here, especially at this time."

The voice belonged to Hermie Bing. She and her twin brother Herbert were the descendants of the Ringmaster, who was imprisoned here for his crimes against Dumbo the Elephant. By one glance, anyone would recognize her as his daughter. She had his signature jet-black hair and wore his signature colors: a red tailcoat, a yellow skirt with black, leather knee-high boots, light-blue shirt with yellow gloves, and for extra emphasis, a bullwhip tucked on her hip.

"Hermie!" Evie squealed, happy to find a familiar and friendly face here. Hermie was one of their allies in the Anti-Heroes club, except for Uma and Harry. Those two often had fun picking on Hermie and Herbert, but Hermie managed to bite back one time, nicking Gil in the butt with her whip and leaving a nice, red mark.

"Hermie, this is…uh…Florian" Mal said, trying to think of a cover story. "He lived in Auradon but got sent here as punishment."

"Pleasure" Hermie said, taking off her gray top hat and giving Ben a bow. "But I know who you are. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me" she said, giving him a mischievous wink.

"Wait, what did ye mean before?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering what she said before the group got sidetracked.

"Oh, about you guys being brave for coming back?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?" Uma asked her with a slight amused scoff in her voice. They lived here for all of their lives. Surely they know how the Isle is run and managed. They all managed to survive and last this long.

"You mean…you guys didn't hear?"

All six of them shook their heads. Hermie looked around before grabbing Jay's arm and pulling them into a side alley between Jafar's Junk Shop and a run-down used furniture store.

"Can you just tell us?" Mal asked getting agitated. "What's with all the secrecy?"

Hermie opened her mouth, and when she spoke, it was a voice that was barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud would lead her to unintended consequences.

"Uma's pirate gang joined forces with the Evil Queen, and now she and the pirates are the rulers of the Isle."