Soulmate request, kinda. More Uma self-hatred... because the Sea Three are the most imperfect of all the VKs.

Refrences to The Lightning Queen (awesome book) and OUAT. Emma Swan is their mom, I believe it! Even though I haven't watched OUAT... lol.

And then... well I just made Hevie incest... haha... great for me... Emma is... I'm gonna rewrite her as Snow White's sister. Yeah, just for timeline sake.

Life's great *thumbs up*

Again, stupid words in middle... sorry...

~Believe~

When Harry was born, he didn't scream. He didn't cry. He was as silent as a cat, seemingly just waiting.

His parents grew worried, and so did a one year old Harriet, who occasionally poked her little brother but got no squeak from him.

It wasn't until he was a month old, then he started 'talking.'

Because Harry was a month old when he felt it.

A sudden purge of happiness flooded through him.

He didn't know what it was, but it was happy. Golden.

He thought he heard a voice laughing.

xxXXxx

Seventeen years of feeling that empty laugh in his head. Harry never felt the happiness of the first time, mostly it was cold and cruel now. He never understood.

His father said, well, nothing. His sisters said it was the laugh of a person that he'd be forever destined with.

That was crazy.

Being with a person forever? A person he couldn't even choose? Why was that even possible?

Harry groaned as he hauled himself in the chip shop, smiling at Uma once he walked in.

Screw soulmates, he was in love with Uma. Though most people would call it an obsession, he didn't care.

Gil was there, as well, nearly asleep on the table. Bandages wrapped his arms, red peeping through some of them. Harry ruffled the blond's loose hair sympathetically. Gil whimpered and looked up, immediately relaxing when he saw it was just Harry. "Hey," he murmured.

"Morning, sunshine," Harry replied softly. It was an unspoken rule that Harry and Uma were to give Gil as much affection and attention as they platonically could, since they knew Gil had the worst life.

"Is it morning?" Gil asked. He rested his head on the table. "Sorry, didn' get alotta sleep las nigh..." his voice blurred together at the end, cutting out the sharp 't' sound.

"It's alright," Harry assured. He glimpsed at his watch. "It's almost noon, you're okay."

"I don't wanna mess up again today..." Gil mumbled, lifting his head and looking away. "I don't wanna go back home today."

Harry gently laid his hand on Gil's back. "It's alright. Just get some rest." Uma came out with a tray, and caught Harry's nod to Gil. She nodded back.

"Hey there sunshine. Tired?" She asked, trying to keep her voice positive. Harry smiled, he loved a positive Uma and he loved a determined Uma. Those were her best sides.

"No sleep..." Gil ground out, looking at her apologizingly as he sat up straight. "Sorry captain."

"No, no, shh, get some rest, alright? And don't protest, captain's orders." Gil opened and closed his mouth, then shook his head and laid back on the table. Uma sighed, turning to Harry, who brightened at her mere look.

She leaned over and dragged her fingers in his hair, prancing along his scalp. Harry's eyes fluttered shut and he smiled slyly. She laughed.

And Harry felt a a mix of affection and happiness surge through him.

He froze.

The laugh echoed in his head.

Uma's laugh.

How had he not realized that?

Uma frowned, brushing Harry's jaw to get his attention. "What?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nothin' Uma. Just thought I heard something."

The young sea witch smirked again as her fingers traced random patterns just below Harry's neck. Harry sighed contentedly.

xxXXxx

It had been three weeks after he realized Uma was his 'soulmate' that he felt it.

Pain.

Harry gasped, crying out as he clawed at his throat, not able to breath. His arms were on fire.

Harriet rushed in the room, sliding to a stop as she held Harry worriedly.

The boy slowed his gasps, taking breaths. "What was that?" He attempted weakly.

Harriet's eyes flickered, searching him for any signs of injury. She sighed. "Your soulmate isn't believing."

Harry tried to laugh but ended up coughing. "What? The stupid 'I don't believe in' yadda yadda trash?"

The elder girl rolled her eyes. "It's way more serious in that. She closed her eyes, stopped searching. Harry, she lost the belief, the want to see what's really there. She lost her will. Her will to live."

"Did she...?" Harry gulped.

"You would be dead," Harriet replied immediately. "Do your arms hurt?"

"Y..." Harry's eyes widened. He stood up best he could. "I have to go."

Harriet nodded slowly. "Go," she urged.

The younger brother grabbed his coat and flew out the door, pushing people aside as he ran down the streets.

Uma Uma please don't Uma please, he begged in his mind. Don't do this to me please Uma you're gonna kill me too stop it your life is worth it.

He felt another burn on his left forearm, right below the elbow. Stop stop stop!

His ribs sizzled. NO! Harry felt his legs move faster, fasterfasterfasterfasterfaster.

I don't believe in happily ever afters.

The words stilled his body. He couldn't move, hopeless as he stared at the gangplank of the Lost Revenge, a mere five feet in front of him.

He felt like his body was crumbling to ashes. His mouth opened as he screamed, before he blacked out.

"UMA!"

xxXXxx

Harry was dead. He was sure of it.

Everything was black, calm, comforting black.

He turned his head, and his eyes widened.

Mother. Mom. Whatever people say these days.

Her blond hair swished as she shook her head at her son. Harry's face fell. "Mom..." he whispered.

"You don't belong on the Isle, neither does James. But you can't solve that by dying." She shook her head again. "I know it's not your fault, but it's not your time."

Harry tried to reach out, but his mother shunned him away. "Go."

And all he felt was a cold, hard ground.

"Rry. Harry!" Harry stirred and groaned, trying to open an eye as he saw Gil's worried face. "Uma's gonna b here in a minute, just relax," he assured.

Harry's eyes flew open. "Uma," he gasped. He quickly tested his range of motion before leaping up and running to the Lost Revenge.

Gil frowned. "Did I mess up again?" He cried after Harry.

xxXXxx

"Harry?" Uma questioned worriedly when said pirate appeared. "Are you alright?"

Harry dropped his voice. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Well yeah I'm..."

"If you finish that sentance with 'fine' dear lord you're just as bad as Gil." Harry rubbed his forehead, dragging a protesting Uma to her quarters. "Listen, I know about your little secret and I'm here to go and be a guardian angel. Don't. Because it hurts me, emotionally and physically. I can't stand you're hurting yourself but I have some weird Neverland pixie thing that if you lose your will, your belief, I'mma dead too."

Uma opened and closed her mouth. "I didn't..."

"Know? 'S alright. Please tell me you won't do it again," Harry looked into Uma's eyes.

"I won't."

And Harry felt a wave of happiness at the laugh that rang through his mind.

His soulmate, who's laugh gave him existence.

His Uma.

Fin

Don't ask why it's so rushed and terrible, I am writing through Writer's Block. Yep.

But I am obsessed. Just like Harry, it's not a love anymore. It's an obsession. You can ask my Descendants 2 outfit I wore to school today. Pants, shirt, bracelets, and necklace.

School... yeah, I might slow updates because of the wrenched alien planet. So I'm sorry if I'm not crazy updating. I'll try to keep in the mood of stuff.

Byee!