A/N- So, it had probably been more than a week. Sorry. BUT I LOVE REVIEWS!
Disclaimer- I do not own The Sisters Grimm or Harry Potter.
Daphne stood next to me biting her palm and doing a happy dance. Sadly muggles are not allowed inside Hogwarts, so we had to go to London to see our family. We stood under the Leaky Kettle's sign, waiting for the rental car to come down the street. Of course in England people drive on the left side, so the car will probably be on the wrong side. Even brooms need to be flown on the left side of the air traffic.
"Can't you wait?" Daphne jumped up and down, her little mind completely unaware of the people passing by glaring at her. "If you don't stop hoping I'll wrap your palm in olive fabric." I held up the tinted green piece of fabric the nurse made for her one day to stop biting her palm. She resulted to bouncing on her heels. Puck was sitting on a bench a few feet away, concentrating on a small device. He forced his way onto the bus, wanting to see the old lady again. The mid-October gloom was much worse than the gloom in New York in February. I would hate to see the February depression in England. I heard a put put coming from a grey car on the road, lurching forward when it broke. The familiar yellow sunflower hat shone bright in the overcast weather. The car gave its final screech as it stopped in a parking lot nearby.
"Old lady!" Puck shot up and started waving hysterically. I saw Granny adjusting her hat before waiting at the crosswalk. Mom, Dad, Jake, Red, and Basil followed. Daphne jumped higher than ever, but I didn't use the cloth, as I was about to jump also. Once across the street they all ran and we had a hug fest, except for Puck. HE stood to the side and kept his hands in his pockets. "Are you guys ready to have another detective case?" Granny smiled more than I have ever seen before. "Sure. Hermione cast a spell on my backpack so it is holding everything right now." I shifted it on my back. "Well, an old friend of mine is letting us use his boat to get us to the island we need to see, and it is only a fifteen minute walk from here." Granny said, taking Basil from my Mom's arms. "Let's get this over with." Puck started walking.
The boat was creaky under our feet, but the engine worked fine. About an hour after getting on the boat, the island came into view. It was small, with a poorly made dock and a forest beyond the sandy beach. "You have got to be kidding me!" Puck slammed his fist down on the seat. "What?" Daphne looked up from our card game with Red. "Old lady, you never told us that we were going to Pan's island!" Puck was red in the face. "Oh, he can't be that bad, can he?" Mom's smile was hiding the nervousness. "Yes, he told me last time we saw each other that he would kill a Grimm!" I pulled out my wand, ready to use it if anything moved on the island that was fast approaching. "But William told us that Pinocchio was good friends with Pan and wanted him in town." Jake frowned. "That Flopping Pine cone set us up! He knew!" Puck balled his hands into fists. "He is the first in command in trying to kill off magical beings that are not Everafters." Puck looked down, guilty. "Pan went mad after living on an island with a nagging pixie for so long. Everybody knows that he should be at an insane asylum."
The boat still went forward, leading us to death. On the beach a boy around Puck's age stood with his hands on his hips, and a glowing ball of light floating next to his head. On his arm was a dark tattoo of a skull with a snake going through its mouth. Something inside of me told me about that. We learned about it in defense against the dark arts. Pan had the dark mark.
"Hello Puck." Pan looked friendly enough. Curly blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a tanned face covered in freckles. "Pan." Puck gave him an icy look. "I see you brought the merlin child." He pointed at me. I tightened my grip on my wand. "You do know that the merlin child is the person I was told to destroy by Voldemort himself, right?" Pan smirked and looked at Tinkerbelle. "Yes lord." I could barely hear him say under his breath. "Sabrina Grimm, walk with me." Pan gestured for me to follow him. "Everybody go back to the boat. Puck, stay with me." I felt in command again just like in the war. "Sabrina, let me come." Dad stepped forward, wanting to protect his little girl. "No. I am the one he wants, and Puck knows the most about Pan." I looked down. "I'm sorry." I walked forward with Puck to what might be my death.
"So, how about we start with just how big of a threat you are to everybody." Pan had the chilly joy in his voice. "You, Sabrina Grimm, are the Merlin child, the most powerful witch on earth. Of course, the only two wizard more powerful than you are Harry Potter, and Voldemort. But we all know that Voldemort is the most powerful. So, you alone have the power to control all of the mud bloods, wizards, and witches alone. So. Now you have two choices. You can join Voldemort's side and live, or you can die along with everybody else. The choice is yours." He stopped and turned on his heel. A thought snapped in my head. I didn't know where it came from, but it happened. Tinkerbelle was a horcrux.
I had three days to choose, three days to choose if I die or live. "You need to tell Dumbledore." Daphne leaned over to me. I nodded. "I know, but where do I find him?" I sighed. "Once at the school, tell somebody." Puck leaned back and burped. "No duh." I rolled my eyes as I passed cards for the game of spoons we were playing. "Sabrina, this is a serious matter. You-Know-Who will kill you. He killed our first daughter." Mom bowed her head. "Right." Puck closed his eyes. Daphne and I looked up at them. "What first daughter?"
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