Wands, Red Cloaks, and The Wicked

A Once Upon A Time, and Harry Potter Story

Summary: Saber, Emma and Henry have no memory of their families after crossing the town line a year ago. But when an old friend returns to warn Emma and Saber that they're families are in danger, the two friends must return to Storybrooke to save the people of the town once more. Because something wicked is coming. And it won't stop until it's wish is fulfilled..

Author's Note: Spells used in those story will be mentioned in Bold and they're descriptions will be at the end of each chapter.

Also, Saber, Red, and Anita can leave Storybrooke because they were not fully affected by the Evil Queen's curse.

I do not own any of these characters from Harry Potter, Once Upon A Time or Herbie the Love Bug. They belong to their respective owners. I only own my OC, Saber.

This chapter and the next one is dedicated to the memory of Dean Jones.

Chapter 4: A Champion Returns Part 2

Location: Blanchard Loft- Dead of Night

Henry's POV-

Since my moms' refused to teach me to drive, I decided to take Herbie out after dark and teach myself. When I was sure everyone was asleep, I snuck down the stairs and out the door. I never disobeyed my moms' or grandparents so I was a bit nervous.

I left my car behind the building and not wanting to wake anyone, I rolled it backwards away from the building. Remembering to give it gas, clutch and shift, I was finally able to go forward enough to get on the main road. I was going to head off of Main St so I'm not seen.

"This is not as hard as it seems," I said out loud.

I was feeling confident as I cruised along. Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt.

"What the heck?"

Thinking there must be something wrong with the car, I started to open the door only to have it slammed shut and the car made a complete U-turn in the road. I was not steering this car.

"Um… dang it. Mom must have put a curse on the car."

I slammed up against the door as the car took a quick right hand turn onto a dirt road. I had no idea where I was going. I tried braking and nothing happened. I tried to turn off the ignition and nothing happened. Where was Mom taking me?

The car was zooming along and I had no control of it. All of a sudden I saw lights up ahead. Was I going to find both of my moms' waiting for me, waiting to lecture me?

Instead of my moms' I saw several cars parked by the troll bridge. It looked like some kids from school. My car finally pulled over and stopped. As I got out, I noticed Paige Grace from school.

"Hey, Paige," I said. "What's going on?"

"Henry, what are you doing here?" Paige asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." I replied looking around.

There were a couple of cars sitting side by side. I wondered what was going on out here.

"Henry, you really shouldn't be here." Paige insisted.

Paige grabbed my arm to pull me toward my car.

"Hey, Mills," I heard a deep voice behind me. "What's a bookworm like you doing out here?"

"Jon, leave him alone," Paige said.

It was Jon Sherman, Storybrooke High's quarterback.

"Um, I was just out driving around," I replied.

"Well, you might want to mosey on home. Nothing to see here."

Before I could respond another kid from Storybrooke High called out to Jon.

"Hey! Are we going to race or what?"

"Shut up, Jones!" Jon yelled.

"Henry, please go," whispered Paige.

"Yeah, Henry, listen to my girl. This ain't no place for you and your hunk of junk."

Suddenly, the headlights of my car flashed on and blinded Jon.

"What the hell?" Jon cried.

"Sorry," I said as I tried to shut off the lights. Instead they beamed brighter.

"That's it!" yelled Jon. "You and I are racing, down to Spinning Wheel Circle and back to the toll bridge. If you win, you get to live. And if I win, I get to trash your car. I know I'm going to win."

The lights of my car turned off and the door flew open. Challenge accepted.

"Um, alright."

"Henry, please don't do this," Paige begged.

I ignored Paige and got in the car. It started right up and by itself pulled up beside Jon's Ford Mustang.

"Babe, give us the green," Jon said, slapping Paige on her butt.

Once Jon and I were side by side, Paige stood out in front of us and raised her scarf. Both cars revved. Paige dropped her scarf and Jon took off. I hit the accelerator and my car popped a wheelie and took off after Jon's Mustang.

To get to Spinning Wheel Circle we had to drive through town. I prayed no one would be out and about. With my luck, Grumpy would be coming back from The Rabbit Hole, see us and report us to Grandpa. Or worse… Mom.

All the shops on Apple St were dark as I followed Jon, trying to get ahead of him. As we drifted around the circle on Spinning Wheel Circle, I managed to pull ahead, but as we neared the toll bridge, Jon tapped my rear bumper and I spun out of control.

"This is it." I thought. "I'm gonna die!"

Suddenly, my little car shifted into reverse and I was pushed forward in my seat. I was driving backwards! Jon again tried to swerve to hit me, but instead my car bounced up on its rear bumper causing Jon to spin out and hit a nearby tree. My car did a 180 and crossed the finish line on all four tires.

By the time I pulled to a stop, everyone had surrounded me and my little car. Paige pulled open the driver's door and pulled me out, hugging me.

"Are you okay?" she cried.

Before I could answer, I saw Jon pull himself out of his car. He was really mad. A couple of his buddies tried to talk to him, but he shoved them aside, and continued to stride toward me.

"What the hell did you do to that car, Mills?" Jon yelled once he reached the bridge. "Did your mommy use her magic?"

"Jon, just go. Henry won, fair and square," Paige stated.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," Jon grabbed Paige's arm.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Paige jerked her arm away from Jon.

"Come on, Jon. Henry's mom may not have done anything, but if she finds out what we just did, she might do something worse!" Keith, a friend of Jon's urged.

"You're coming with me, Paige!" Jon walked around the front of my car. "Let her go, Mills, or your car is scrap."

Suddenly, the hood of my car popped up, hitting Jon under the chin, throwing him backwards onto the ground.

The crowd gasped and backed away from the car.

"Henry, let's go!" Paige jumped into the passenger seat of my car.

I dove into the driver's seat and we took off.

Location: Jefferson's house

"Thanks for bringing me home," Paige said as I walked her toward the house.

"Yeah, no problem. Thanks for sticking up for me."

"I'd stay away from Jon for a while. He was pretty mad."

"Yeah."

"I gotta go in," Paige stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "Good night."

I watched Paige run up the steps and into her house. Smiling, I returned to my car. As I opened the door, my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Henry Mills?"

"Yes?"

"This is Gretchen Lamb. I am Jim Douglas' assistant."

"Oh, yeah. Hi."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mills. I'm calling to cancel your appointment with Mr. Douglas."

"What? No, I need to talk to him."

"That is impossible. Mr. Douglas died last night."

I stood there, stunned. The one person, who knew about my car, was gone. This car was not just any car.

"Mr. Mills?"

"Yeah, ah, I'm still here."

"Mr. Douglas told me you have Herbie."

"Yeah, um, yeah, I do."

"Mr. Douglas penned a letter to you. I am FedExing it to you today. It will explain about Herbie."

"Um, okay. And Ms. Lamb? Will there be a service?"

"Yes, one week from today."

"I'd like to come. And bring Herbie."

"Jim would have liked that. It's at the racetrack where your appointment with Mr. Douglas was. You know the way?"

"Yeah. Thanks for letting me know."

"You're welcome. Have a good day, Mr. Mills."

The call ended with a click. I sighed, and looked down at the car. Taking a deep breath, I spoke.

"Herbie?"

"Meep-meep," beeped Herbie,

"You know you're previous owner, Jim Douglas, right?"

Herbie's front dipped down once as if he was nodding.

"He…he died, Herbie,."

"Meep?"

Suddenly, his headlights flashed, and he started shaking. His windshield wipers turned on as well as wiper fluid went across his windshield. He was crying.

"Shh..Herbie. It's okay. Listen, there's a service a week from today. Do you want to go?"

Herbie stopped shaking, and dipped his hood again.

"Okay. Let's go home, and I'll pack my things. We leave tonight."

Herbie opened his door, and I hopped in.

"I'll drive, Herbie."

Herbie whined softly as we headed back to the loft.

Just wanted to post this little note. Just less then 48 hours ago, we lost a wonderful man to an awful disease. He made us laugh. He made us cry. He made us smile. That man was none other then Dean Jones. He starred in many movies during his life, ranging from "That Darn Cat!" to "The Love Bug." He was such an icon for me growing up. Whenever I watched any of the two Herbie movies he was in, I always smiled. To me, Herbie the Love Bug will always keep his memory alive. Because to us, he wasn't just Herbie's owner. He was a friend.

We will miss you, Dean Jones. May you find everlasting peace..wherever you are.