Three chapters in two days! Whew!

Coco378. My little wing... person... is being helpful (again) by requesting this! So shout out to... you know what... nevermind... that's cool...

So... people keep asking me if I'm gonna continue Amnesia of Evil... I WILL! I will I promise eventually I just have no ideas for it so if someone could help me PLEASE!

Gosh, I ask for requests and then I get so many... so can you all do me a favor and check the reviews to see how many people requested on a chapter before putting yours in? This is a really popular story and the pressure is getting to me. I really don't want to turn anyone down or forget a request (I know I've probably forgetten some already and it really makes me feel bad!) So please... thank you guys.

To end the rant, this is pretty dark but has mushy emotional healing at the end... so... enjoy...

~Playing Perfect~

"Hey, weirdo!" Harry turned to see... no. Not him.

The guy was somehow related to Wendy (nobody keeps track of that family anymore) or one of the Lost Boys. Whatever. Point is, he was one of the few out for Harry's neck.

Yes, Auradon isn't as perfect as everyone so strongly believes in. Just, playing perfect.

"You gonna hook me?" The boy asked tauntingly. "Or... oh, throw me overboard. Just like daddy."

Harry flinched. "I'm not like him."

The kid rolled his eyes. "Please, one look and we can tell you've been hanging out with the Mad Hatter to much. Plus," his voice dropped. "It's rumored you've killed people on the Isle."

Harry's face narrowed. "It's kill or be killed back there. Also know as surviving. Shut up."

"Whatever." A fist emphasized the boy's words.

Harry whimpered at the impact before wiggling out and running.

"Yeah, that's right! Run! Right into the jaws of the Tic-Tock Croc like your father!"

xxXXxx

Harry pressed the ice pack to his jaw, Gil staring at him with his hands on his hips. A scowl did not suit the normally happy go lucky boy.

"What happened?" Gil demanded. Harry winced at his voice. He knew that Gil was the protecter, and was going to pester him about this. Gil valued Harry and Uma's lives above his own, which was a habit they were trying to break. But the second either of them so much as scraped themselves Gil went ballistic.

"Some Lost Boy's kid," Harry muttered, looking away. Gil's eyes bulged.

"You're getting bullied?! Fudge," he muttered the substitute curse word under his breath. Gil paced the dorm room. "How long has this been going on?!"

Harry winced again, memories of some other kids surfacing. Gil caught that, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm telling Uma."

"No!" Harry shrieked. Gil flinched but stood his ground. "Uma thinks I'm fine here. She thinks the anger management program's fine, and classes are fine, she thinks I'm happy! I can't let her know I'm getting beat up! I could defend myself here and... and..." Harry breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.

"So you don't want her to think you can't defend yourself?" Gil asked, eyebrows raised.

Harry sighed defeatedly. "I know, it's stupid."

Gil rolled his eyes. "Harry, ship or not, Uma's our captain. Our leader. She's in charge, and needs to know if we're hurt. Plus," his face expression changed to a smirk. "She really needs to know if you're hurt. Being her... boyfriend and all."

"...I think you're jealous."

"Possibly."

xxXXxx

Uma smiled as Harry walked in. They were at a Tiana's Place, their first official date.

"So..." she said hopefully, wanting to start a conversation. "How do you like it in Auradon?"

She didn't notice that Harry flinched as she prattled on like Gil. "Isn't the food like, awesome? It's not just seafood, and they actually have all-you-can-eat. Though, I guess you know because you and Gil were throwing up all night." She giggled at the memory, before waiting for Harry to say something.

"Uh, yeah. It's good."

Uma frowned at this, before smiling again as the famous gumbo stew appeared on their plates. "Tiana's gumbo is supposed to be the best in the world. I hope you like it." She blushed, before slowly raising the spoon to her lips, sighing blissfully at the taste.

Harry, meanwhile, was freaking out. Gil had drilled him into telling her now. He shifted in his seat, and waited for Uma to finish her spoonful. She looked at him with a gentle smile. "So, how is Auradon for you?" She asked.

Harry looked at the bowl in front of him. "It's... not that great."

Uma froze. Her hand grasped Harry's gently. "If this is about the therapy..."

"No!" Harry nearly screamed, trying not to interrupt the other customers. He looked at Uma, tears fillings his eyes. "You said... that it would help. You said, this place would make me better. But everyone hates me! Maleficent's daughter is the freaking girlfriend of the king, while I'm here being beat up by anyone that still has a grudge against my dad!" His eyes were crazed as he slammed his hands down onto the table. He was done playing perfect.

Uma sat there shocked as her boyfriend walked out.

xxXXxx

"Hey, you!" Harry growled, turning with a smirk on his face as yet another kid grinned at him. The boy did a double take at the smirk.

Harry strode up to him, eyes wandering over the boy, seeing how he could hurt him. "Well, well, trying to take a piece out of me, eh?" The boy's eyes traveled to Harry's left hand, were, in his left hand, was the horrid hook supposed cased in the son of Captain Hook's room.

"Didn't know 'bout me on the Isle, huh?" Harry's accent was thick, to show how intimidating he really was. Harry cackled. "They say I'm insane and off-kilter, rumor has it." The boy gulped, taking a step back as Harry pressed his hook against his Adam's Apple.

"Harry..." Harry turned, the smirk on his face fading as he saw the horrified look on Uma's face. "Harry, give me the hook."

He pressed it closer to the boy's neck. "I don't belong here, Uma," he growled out. "I tried, but look where that's gotten me." He gestured to the boy who's neck he was about to slit.

"Harry, give me the hook." Uma pressed each word with force, reminding Harry that she was in charge.

"No." Uma's eyes narrowed. Harry himself was shocked he just said no to his captain, his girlfriend.

The daughter of Ursula balled her fist. "Last chance Harry. Back. Down." You could almost see the hostility radiating off Uma. She tried giving a reassuring look to Harry's victim. The poor boy, however, was trying very hard not to wet himself.

Harry grumbled before obeying, the kid scurrying off to probably the bathroom.

He clenched his head, groaning. "What the hell just happened to me?!" Uma rushed to him, anger and worry battling in her eyes.

"You nearly killed someone. Harry, what was that about?" She asked softly.

Harry felt tears streaming down his face. "I'm not weak. But without my Isle... side... people just beat me up."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I want to be able to take care of myself. People look at me and Gil weirdly when we just follow all your orders. It's not what they're used to, and I hate the attention it's getting. I'm sorry."

Uma hugged Harry closer to her chest. "You should've told me. We'll fix it, Harry. You don't have to hide behind a mask anymore. These people can help you, you just need to let them."

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes still glazed.

Uma shifted. "Plus, anyone that thinks that way needs to learn girls rule."

"Um-ma..."

Fin

And I'm cutting it off there because... er it's gonna get too mushy and boring. Not my best work...

I'm beasting (haha...) all these, writing as fast I can. But I am NOT a speedster. I wish I were Barry Allen, though.

So yeah guys, slllllllooooooowwww the requests down a bit. I'm over run by ideas and my brain is the new sun... which is good, but I'm too wound up by the pressure. It's not your fault, just school staring and this and STUFF HAPPENING! TOO MUCH STUFF IS HAPPENING. I'm going crazy...

Imma gonna get you, aliens...