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?

Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter.

Chapter 3: Snow Starts To Fall Part 2

Location: The Enchanted Forest, Time: December, Just before Dark

Saber's POV

"Peter... Red...this is a bad idea. Tying Peter up isn't the solution. Peter isn't the wolf. The night of the last massacre, me, and him, well, we went drinking. I was with him the whole night. There could be absolutely no way that he is the wolf."

Peter just shrugged.

"Then who could be...Red?"

Red was looking towards the sky, and her eyes turned gold. She let loose a long howl before tumbling down into some bushes, and a wolf reappeared a second later. I groaned.

"Bloody hell."

I transformed into my wolf form, and growled dangerously at the wolf. Red wasn't Red anymore. Only the wolf remained. She lunged forward, biting, and trying to get past me in order to harm Peter. I pushed her back, only using extreme force when necessarily.

Suddenly, I heard an arrow fly towards me, and I got into defensive position, but the hit never came. Next thing I knew, Granny came over the hill, crossbow, in hand, with the woman from before behind her, and she was wearing Red's cloak. She took the cloak off, and laid it across Red's limp form. A brief gust of wind followed, and Red appeared fully human. I transformed into my human form, scratched up, and slightly bleeding. Red was daze, and confused.

"What happened?"

Granny looked at Red.

"Peter isn't the wolf."

Red gasped as realization hit her.

"I'm...the wolf? No... Those men...I killed them."

Shouts were heard from a distance. Red was crying, and sobbing so bad she wasn't moving. I moved forward.

"Red, we need to go."

But Red didn't budge. Granny was stern.

"You need to get out of here. Go!"

The woman in white pulled Red along into the forest. I was about to follow, but Granny stopped me.

"Whoever you are, or whatever you are, thank you for protecting Peter. All I ask is, protect Red with your life."

"I will."

I quickly picked up my things, and ran off into the forest.

Location: Snow, Red, and Saber's Hideout, The Enchanted Forest, Time: December, 3 days before Christmas

Saber's POV

I was trudging through the deep snow, trying to find the perfect tree. Red needing cheering up. It was Snow's idea. Snow was keeping Red busy while I searched. I found the tree, and began cutting it down, when I heard a voice.

"Well, you sure are having a hard time, aren't you, Dearie."

I groaned, but continued chopping.

"What do you want, Dark One?"

"Well, that's no way to address the one you made a deal with, is it?"

I groaned.

"I'm sorry. May I ask what you want?"

"I just wanted you to see how you were doing."

"Um...don't you have a crystal ball or something that you can use to find out instead."

"I do...but where's the fun in that?"

I stopped chopping after it fell down. Putting my axe down, I turned around.

"I'm doing fine. I'm upholding my end of the bargain."

"Oh, I know."

"Then why are you here?"

"I came here..to tell you...that The Evil Queen has this little bit of parchment that I gave her, and it has a few itty bitty words that makes a curse. One that would transport everyone to a new world without magic. It's actually your world as a matter of fact. But there would be no magic where everyone is sent to."

"So? That doesn't seem so bad. Magic does come with a price after all."

"Oh! And I almost forgot to mention one tinsy little fact. When the curse sends all of us to your world, you'll remember who you are, but as for your crush, Red...Well I'm afraid, she won't remember you, but you'll remember her. Oh...the pain you will feel, hehehehe."

I grabbed my axe, and prepared to strike the Dark One with it, but he had vanished. His voice however didn't.

"You got less then two years, Dearie. You better figure you something out. Hehehe."

His voice vanished, leaving myself alone in the forest.