Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, claim ownership to Hook, OUAT, the Addams Family, MCU, Grimm, or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective creators, no matter how terrible some may be. I do not get any monetary gain, this is purely my mind playing in the sandbox they created.

The black cab pulled up right outside of the old Darling house, not long after midnight. "Thank you Nigel... Norman?" Peter mumbled to the cab driver. "Neville, sir." The driver said. "Neville? Is that English?" Peter joked with a loud laugh.

Peter payed the man as the four family members got out of the car. "Merry Christmas." He said, smiling. The parents each supported Granny Wendy as they walked up to the house, while Harry wondered behind them.

But soon enough their attention was on the door. Something was terribly wrong. The glass was broken. Peter opened the door with ease, as the lock was broken off. He looked up into the dark house and called out. "Hello..."

Alarm filled them. Peter tried to flip the lights on, but to no avail. They were broken too. Moira called out for Liza and Tootles as they entered. Peter lit a candle and handed it to his wife, staring further into the house.

That was when Granny Wendy came to a horrifying realization. "My god... The children..." She whispered. They ran along the halls and up the stairs, following the torn wall and furniture, calling out for Maggie and Jack.

While they went up ahead, Harry helped Granny Wendy up the stairs, hearing Nanna bark. Eventually they came to the sight of Liza leaning against a wall, her forehead bleeding. "The wind came up, the door closed on me, the children were SCREAMING!!!" she cried out.

Harry and his parents burst into the Nursery, only to find it a mess. They pulled off the bed sheets and opened the closets, Harry even looked under the beds in search of his siblings, but there was no sign of them. Peter ran to the open window, but they heard Granny Wendy call to him.

In a hurry, the three Bannings turned to their grandmother and saw something they missed when opening the doors. A note, written on parchment, was pinned to one of the doors with a dagger with a gold guarded hilt and a pirate skull pommel.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻,

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭

𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷. 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼,

𝓙𝓪𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓴.

𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷.

That's when Uncle Tootles hobbled inctrailing his fingers along the carvings in the wall. "Have to fly..." He muttered, looking right at Peter. "Have to fight... Have to crow!... Have to save Maggie! Have to save Jack!... Hook is back."

"Who?" Peter asked, staring at the old man as if he'd lost his marbles... Granny Wendy collapsed, Liza trying to hold her up. "Gran!" Moira shouted, as they all ran to her. But Harry and Tootles kept an eye on the window.

~

Eventually the police had made their way the house to investigate the scene. Peter was pacing, and Harry sat on the side of a chair as the chief, some idiot named Lestrade, gave their findings.

"Well the lab boys can have this lot." He said looking at the dagger and parchment. "So, mister and missus Banning, we've wired the phone and we'll have two officers out front on guard. Course, you do know that this whole thing could be some sort of ridiculous prank."

Peter was about to speak, but Harry cut in. "My brother and sister are missing." The officer nodded. "Yes well the literary history of the family suggests-" "suggests nothing, idiot." Harry's eyes were cold and hard.

"I know pranks. They're funny light harder methods of revenge meant to bring laughter. My brother and have been kidnapped, this is a crime." He glared at the man, who gulped in response. Peter nodded to his son.

~

Moira was lying in bed next to Granny Wendy as Peter stood there. Harry sat on the foot of the bed, journal in hand, sketching away to clear his mind.

"The police can do nothing." Granny Wendy was saying. "Oh really?" Peter asked. "Maybe we should call the Anerican-" "In a crisis, we English always make a cup of tea, Moira could you?" Granny Wendy interrupted.

Moira got out of bed, saying, "Yes, of course." Peter questioned the elder lady. "Tea?" Granny Wendy reminded Moira to warm the pit as she left, and told Peter and Harry to stay.

She looked at Peter first. "Hand me my book, please?" She asked. Peter did just that and kneeled beside the bed as she flipped through the pages. "It's time to tell you at last."

"Tell me what?" Peter asked. Instead of answering the question, Wendy asked one in turn. "How far back, can you remember, Peter?" Harry's eyes narrowed in on the book in her hands.

Peter explained how he remembered Wendy arranging for his parents, Hank and Jane Banning, to adopt him. But Wendy questioned if there was anything further back.

"There's nothing before that." Peter admitted. Granny Wendy brushed the hair from his face as her eyes were misty from memories.

"You know, when I was younger, no other girl held your favor the way I did. I hardly expected you to arrive in the church and forbid my vows on my wedding day... I wore a pink sattin sash... But you didn't come." She shook her head.

"Grandma?" Peter asked in confusion as Harry muttered "Cradle robber." "Yes, I was an old lady when I wrapped you in blankets, a grandmother. With my thirteen year old granddaughter asleep in the bed, Moira. When you saw her, that was when you decided not to go back to Neverland."

Harry's eyebrows shot high as things clicked in his mind. Granny Wendy... His dad's name was Peter... Scared of heights "cause he forgot?"... The dagger and the note... His dad was-

"To where?" His father asked. Granny Wendy looked him in the eye. "To Never, Neverland." "MOIRA!!!" Peter shouted in alarm, causing the two to break into an argument. Peter believed she'd gone crazy from stress. Eventually she snapped at him.

"The stories are true. I swear to you, I swear on everything I adore. And now, he's come back to seek his revenge! The fight isn't over for Captain James Hook. He-he wants you back! And he knows you'll follow Maggie and Jack to the ends and beyond and by heaven, you must find a way!"

By this point Peter was on the other side of the room. "Some how you just go back... You must make yourself remember." Wendy continued. His father uncovered his mouth. "Remember what?"

Wendy's eye gained a sad look. "Peter don't you know who you are?" She opened the book again and flipped to a page. He put his glasses on and his hands on his hips to see it better, before dropping them in shock.

Upon the page was a young boy, with elf like features and wild red hair, clothed in leaves. A sword at his waist. It was Peter Pan.