Hello lovlies, so, a few things should probably get explained. Whilst I am keeping the plot of OUAT cannon up to third season, some things that are minute will get changed… Such as how long Belle was with Rumple before Regina ruined everything. Also, no the Malfoys don't make Harry dark, they just get to know him before Ron does. Also…Ooops. Almost gave away a spoiler. Although some of you might know what I'm talking about by the end of this chapter. Ta

Ch. 1- New world

When Henry fell through the portal, all he could think about was the book series he'd started reading before Tamara and Greg tried to destroy the town. He'd only read the first two chapters or so, but it had been the main character's eye colour that the portal reminded him of. So, without further ado, he landed right in the middle of the Wizengamont. In truth, he actually had landed on one Albus Dumbledore, but that only added to the confusion.

Henry had then preformed a spectacular display of accidental magic, resulting in Dumbledore going bald and Henry apparating to the doors and proceeding to make a run for it. He was caught by aurors and taken back to the meeting, where he had to explain how he'd fallen through a mysterious portal. He told the truth, to a certain extent; explain he too was from a land with magic, that there were magic beans that could transport one to different magical worlds but they were quite rare, then he'd told them of his abduction and how he'd escaped from his captors only to end up here, and with no way back to his family.

The wizards and witches present all felt their hearts melt for the boy with the big brown eyes. Since he was eleven, and obviously able to do magic, they decided to place him the care of a pureblood family; and he would attend Hogwarts the following September. Dumbledore vied for a family who were loyal to him for the boy's guardianship; but Lucius Malfoy won the spot.

That had been two months ago and now the Malfoys and Henry were in the Alley, as all the purebloods called it, to gather school supplies. Henry had accepted that there was nothing he could do until his blood family showed up, except to just go with the flow. So here he was with Draco, getting fitted for school robes. A boy with unruly dark curls for hair and glowing green eyes entered alone and looked about him in uncertainty.

"Mudblood I wager," said Draco beside him. Henry slid his adoptive brother a scalding glare before looking back at the boy their age. He could be a muggleborn, what with the clothes, but the scar on his brow told Henry differently.

"Look at his brow, the right side. He's no muggleborn," Henry said. Draco gave a dignified huff to his brother. He'd been trying to get Henry to stop using the gentle term for the last month. Still, he looked where Henry told him and his pale eyes widened for an instant. Harry Potter.

"He's been with muggles this whole time? Oh Merlin, that should be a travesty… Where's the person who brought him here? There must be someone," Draco said under his breath. Henry looked about as Madame Malkin and her assistant came up to them.

"I don't know, but I think we could help him," Henry said. "Hello there, I'm Henry Mills, and this is Draco Malfoy. I'm nearly done up here, would you like my spot?"

Harry spun to face the pair, startled. No one his age had ever spoken to him with anything remotely close to the kindness of this Henry Mills. The Draco boy gave a small smile of welcome too. Harry was cautious but Hagrid had left him on his own to go do something.

"Yes, thank you. I'm Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you two… This is my first time here, I was raised with muggles so this is all rather new to me," Harry said. He felt so embarrassed to admit that he was so ignorant of his own world. Henry hopped down with grace and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"That's alright. Draco and I would be happy to show you about, we can all get our school shopping done together. I'm sure lord and lady Malfoy, Draco's parents, would be happy to have you along."

"Really? I don't wish to be a bother."

"Nonsense, Harry. It was a travesty you were placed with muggles anyhow, you should have been a ward of a wizarding family; that is the law," Draco said as the assistant measured him. Harry cocked his head as he stepped up on the dais.

"If it's the law, how was it bypassed in the first place?" he asked. He hated the Dursleys for everything; the starvation, the labour, the beatings and torture because some of those incidents had not been for punishment—and if someone bypassed the law so that he was purposefully placed with those… People, then he needed to know who.

"The only two people with the authority to do such things are the minister of magic, Mr Fudge, and the head of the Wizengamont, Albus Dumbledore. Fudge wanted to place you with a magical guardian, Father told me, so I suppose it would have to be that meddling man Dumbledore," Draco drawled. Henry spoke up at Harry's inquisitive expression.

"Albus Dumbledore likes to stick his fingers into a lot of different pies while also sticking his crooked nose where it doesn't belong," he said. "Unfortunately, he's also the headmaster at Hogwarts, so he's rather unavoidable. The only safe place from him at the school is Slytherin House."

"House? Do you dormitories?"

"The houses hold dormitories, yes, but that's only a part of them. Hogwarts was founded by four legendary figures of our world; each house is named after a founder. In our first year we're sorted into the house we best fit in; each house has certain characteristics and subject matters that all their students hold in common. For example, the professor whose head of Slytherin house has always been the potions master, because all Slytherins have an affinity for the subject and the founder himself was particularly talented at it. Another example is that Hufflepuffs are all hard workers because the founder of their house believed in such," Draco said. Harry nodded along in understanding.

"So houses are like families? They have certain traits and hobbies that bind them together, although everyone is different," Harry said. Draco nodded as he finished being measured and stepped down from the dais with dignity. They must both be from really well bred families to be that dignified and graceful, Harry thought. He'd never met people like them before. The assistant nodded to him to let hm know he was done. Harry nearly blushed in embarrassment that he was that small. The two boys smiled at him.

"Shall we go then?" asked Henry. Harry smiled before he remembered a hitch in that plan.

"Oh, I forgot. I'm supposed to wait for Hagrid. He's the one who was sent to help me get my school supplies and explain, well… What you've been explaining," Harry said. Draco snorted.

"Then it seems he isn't doing his job very well. Hagrid, hm? Father knows everyone in the ministry whose employed to inform mud—ggleborns of our world, but I haven't heard of this Hagrid fellow," Draco said. Henry shook his head at the near slip up Draco had made. Perhaps with Harry around I can finally get him to break the habit, Henry thought. Harry looked confused.

"There are people employed by the ministry to inform students like me? I thought the school did it, Hagrid's the groundskeeper there," Harry said. Henry realised that Harry might be thinking of the muggle ministry. Draco looked scandalised at the information.

"Oh, Merlin. That's horrendous. No, the Ministry of Magic employs wizards and witches specifically for helping, muggleborns learn about our world. Not that they do an acceptable job at it. Father will be told of this," Draco said.

"Harry, Dumbledore must be the reason behind this. He's the only one with the authority and motive to do this… Besides, if the professors are ever required to assist, it's always a head of house. Not the groundskeeper. Draco is right, Lord Malfoy should be told of this."

"Told of what, Henry?" said a smooth voice behind the trio. Harry turned to see a couple with platinum blond hair. They both had the same blue eyes and high cheekbones as Draco. The man's dark robes and the woman's blue dress were made of high quality material. Harry knew that these two were lord and lady Malfoy. He became even more aware of his own state of dress and kept the blush under control.

"Father, this is Harry Potter, we met him whilst he was abandoned at Madame Malkin's by the groundskeeper that was sent to inform him of our world; seeing as he was given to muggles to raise for these last ten years and, as one can see, the result is offensive to him and everyone of our status," Draco reported in a haughty manner. Harry, for his part, bowed to the pair at the mention of his name. He'd read enough books on court to have a semblance of an idea how to behave around the noble couple.

Lord and lady Malfoy didn't alter their expressions at the news, but Harry noticed lord Malfoy's eyes harden a little and lady Malfoy to look at him with a soft look. Lord Malfoy and his lady both bowed to Harry.

"That is unfortunate, I shall have to discuss this with my associates at the ministry tomorrow. I don't suppose, since you are without an adequate mentor in these matters, if you would allow my family to assist you in learning the ways of our world. My son and ward are both eleven as well, if they haven't told you so already," said lord Malfoy.

"I would be very grateful, sir," Harry replied.

"I'm very glad, however, I wonder if I could take charge of the boys here for the morning, my dear. You have business to attend to," said lady Malfoy. Lord Malfoy gave his wife a knowing look whilst Henry and Draco shared a look. They knew the exact reason for Lady Malfoy's request.

"Of course my dear, I shall see you all at luncheon. Harry, I do hope to see you there as well," said Lord Malfoy. Harry nodded his agreement and then the regal noble was gone in the crowd.

"Come on, boys, we have an extra place to stop at and it will take some time," she said before leading the boys behind her like ducklings.

Storybrooke

She felt the cool air lap at her skin as the silken muslin dress loosened. She hadn't known her skin could get this hot, this fevered. Soft lips brushed her shoulder; teeth nipped her goose pimples away. Her dress slipped down her slender frame, and puddled on the floor around her bare feet. Calloused, clever hands plucked away at her corset and petticoat strings.

She felt her pale arms move backwards past her head and slid up his brocade sleeves and up into his dark hair. He moaned, she felt herself give a breathy smile he couldn't see; she'd found a sensitive spot to play with. He bit her neck, not too hard but hard enough, as her corset loosened enough to slip off. She gave a small giggle, and he giggled back as her corset joined her dress.

She spun around as her petticoats fell down to reveal her bloomers. His breath caught as she pressed herself flush against him. She smiled as her fingers fell from his hair to his brocade jacket.

"I don't find it fair that I'm here in just my bloomers and you're fully dressed," she teased before pushing his jacket off to reveal his vest and shirt. Her nimble fingers, so good with needles, undid his vest and shirt; exposing a lean chest to the cool air of the room. Her hands splayed across the muscles, she thought he'd be cold but he wasn't. He was warm and the chest felt smooth, despite the hard scales that covered it in gold and green. She liked it, the feel of the scales, the colour of them. No one would ever understand, but she found him beautiful with the scales. Her precious beast.

"Belle."

She looked up through her lashes at her name. His voiced dropped; the shrill tone he used always seemed to fade from him when he spoke to her, and always her name. He'd never called her dearie. Not once, even when they'd first met. She felt his chest halter in its steady breathing at her look.

"We don't—you don't… We can stop—"

"What if I don't want to stop?" she asked and ran a finger up his chest to the niche behind his ear. "What if I want to continue, hm?"

"Belle, I just—"

"I know. I'm never leaving, though, am I. So what does it matter if you ruin me?" she asked him leaning up close to his ear. "I'm yours forever, Rumplestiltskin, so what does it matter if you take me to your bed?"

She felt the soft touch of magic swirl about them then, and suddenly her lower half felt very cold. The Dark One's arms lifted her up before he walked to the bed. She buried her face in his tousled hair. She could love him; the dark had never scared her as a child, she'd found safety in it rather than danger. Even though she was a part of the light, the dark had always been her safe haven, her protection; the only difference now was that she was a woman grown and the darkness that kept her safe, protected and free was embodied in a form she could hold and touch and kiss.

He laid her on the bed, gentle in his touch and his look, and she could love him…

Belle woke up with a small start. She was curled in her side of the bed she and Rumple shared. It was cold without him, the way the cell Regina had kept her in had been cold. She knew the dream well; she'd had it so many times during her imprisonment in Regina's palace. It wasn't really a dream, more a memory and it was a happy one. That evening they'd danced in a ballroom, she'd worn her golden dress—clean and pristine—for the first time in months. That night had been their first night together. He'd given her freedom a month later; loving her too much to keep her there. Everything had fallen a part after that.

I wonder what it would have been like if I hadn't kissed him. If I'd just returned at let things lie, she thought as her eyes became wet. She shifted so she laid in Rumple's side now. He thought her so brave, and she usually was. Except in one way, she clutched her middle and cried, except when it came to the one secret she wanted to tell her love so badly but couldn't. She wasn't brave enough to tell him about their child, the second son he had and lost.