Wands and Red Cloaks
A Once Upon A Time, and Harry Potter Story
Summary: Saber Glazebrook had lost almost everything that one night in 1981, except his life, and the memories of his fallen friends. Having enough of the pain, he decides to leave his home, but not the way he he intended to. He arrives in The Enchanted Forest, two years before the curse is cast. He meets Red, and the two become friends, and more. Will the curse rip them apart?
Chapter 2: Snow Starts To Fall Part 1
Location: Granny's House, Time: December, Just a little before dusk
Saber's POV
It had been a few months since I arrived in The Enchanted Forest and it was now Winter. Since the day I arrived, I decided to become a thief. I still used my wand, but I now had a bow, and a quiver full of arrows of my own design. The arrows flew faster, and did more damage then the ones I had seen. I also wore a cloak that was enchanted to blend into any cover. It was great for keeping an eye on Red.
I was sitting in a tree watching Red's window, when a figure with a bow on his back, and a hood concealing his face walked over to it. I pulled out an arrow, and drew it back, aiming for the figure. Just as I was about to let go of the string, the figure pulled down his hood, revealing himself to be Red's crush, Peter.
He also was one of the only friends I had in the village, and also a good informant about things to steal. I sometimes worked with him in the blacksmith's, but most of the time I was protecting Red, or robbing from the rich, and giving to the poor alongside Robin Hood, and his Merry Men. Of course, I didn't work with them full time.
Peter knocked on Red's window, and Red whispered from inside.
"Who's there?"
"Let me in."
"I'm just a poor old widow. Spare me."
I had to force my chuckle. Peter, and Red always did this. I couldn't help being jealous of them. I never was the popular kid in Hogwarts. I was always studying with Remus, and only going out with the rest of the Marauder's during the full moon to help protect Remus. I kind of liked Lily for awhile after she ditched Snape, but I never made a move. I'm glad I didn't though, otherwise Harry would never have been born.
"I wonder how Harry's doing. Wish I could talk to him."
A loud shout from inside the house interrupted me from my thoughts.
"Red! Get in here!"
Red kissed Peter goodbye, and shut her window. Peter started heading my way.
"I know your up there, Saber. Get down here before I come up there, and strangle you."
I jumped down and let off a chuckle.
"Well, where would the fun be in that? So, still discussing running away with her?"
Peter nodded.
"Yeah...I don't know how I'll manage it though."
"I'm sure you'll figure something out. Come on. Let's get a few rounds at the tavern. I'll pay."
"No, you payed last time. I'll pay."
"Are we really going to argue about this? No offense, but when you celebrate things by drinking, you don't hold back. You almost went broke last time by paying for both of us, and I only had three mugs. Look, do you want to run away with Red or not?"
"I do. I really do."
"Then don't waste your money. Trust me, where I'm from, having money, and trying to save it is really hard."
"Alright, you win."
"Okay. Now let's go get a bit tipsy."
Location: Granny's House, Time: December, The next morning, just after dawn.
Saber's POV
I groaned slightly. Hangover's were NOT fun. I had four mugs the night before, but that was enough to give me a hangover. As I watched the house, I heard the shutter's being opened, and saw Red step outside to check on the chickens.
A few moments later, she stepped out with a woman in white, and they headed down towards the well to fetch water. I hopped from tree to tree until I got closer to the well. What I saw next made me vomit. A wolf hunting party laid dead around the well.
"Oh, no..."
Location: Town Hall, Time: December, The Same Morning, 10-ish
My ears ached with the screaming and yelling from the villagers. The Mayor shouted to us.
"The one thing I know is that last night was the very last massacre."
I kept silent as crowd cheered, and the Mayor continued.
"You know, if I had stayed with that party for another ten minutes, I, too, would be among the dead. And when I think about it, if I'd doubled back, maybe, I could have caught it in the act. Maybe I would've been able to slay the creature."
Granny who had just appeared, spoke up.
"You would not."
The mayor sighed.
"Widow Lucas..."
Granny continued.
"This creature is more powerful then you can imagine. You wouldn't have a chance. Stay inside. Hide your children. Forget your livestock."
The Mayor groaned.
"You've said all this before."
"But I haven't said how I know. Nearly threescore years ago, I was a child with six older brothers...big as oak trees, all of them, veterans of the second ogres-war, and my father...the biggest of them all. Come one wolfstime, he decided to go out, and take on the wolf. A different wolf back then, of course, but just as fearsome. They went out there to protect me. I was supposed to be asleep, but I crawled out on the roof to watch, and lay down in the thatch."
(The rest is too gruesome for me even to post. I'll just post what happened after the gory stuff, but her family did die.)
"The wolf clamped it's hot jaw on my arm, and I rolled away."
Widow Lucas had her sleeve rolled up revealing an nasty scar from the wolf biting her.
"Then it looked at me with eyes so black they weren't even there, and it walked away. You ever see a wild animal just turn it's back, and walk away like you don't matter? If this wolf is like that one, there is no defeating it. It's already won just by existing in our world. You don't kill it. You just hide."
The crowd was silent. Nobody moved. Nobody talked. There was just silence.
Location: Blacksmith's, Time: December, Noon
Saber's POV
"Um, we are we here, Peter?"
Peter started grabbing things, and throwing them into a sack.
"We're heading out. We're picking up Red, and then we're leaving."
"Why me? Why not just you, and Red?"
"Your a crack shot with that bow of yours. We're going to need some protection, right? Besides, not just anybody can kill the wolf. I bet your the only one that can."
"Me? Your heard what Widow Lucas said. She said nobody can kill it. However...there might be a way to reason with it."
"Reason? You're joking, right?"
"No, I'm not. I'm serious. I have this...ability. Some people would call it a curse, but I call it magic. I'll show you. Just don't freak out."
I headed into the back room, and transformed into my wolf form, slowly padding out towards Peter.
"Saber? How? That's...just not possible."
I turned around, and went back into the back room, transforming back into a human. I stepped out, chuckling.
"Yeah, it's possible. If worse comes to worse, I can transform, and try to reason with it. If that fails, well...you run. I could only hold it off for so long. Do you trust me?"
Peter nodded slowly, still shocked.
"Come on. Let's go get Red."
I picked up my bow, my quiver, and my knapsack and headed towards Granny's house, Peter following closely behind.