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's, Saber, Anita, and Billy James Glazebrook.
Chapter 7: Operation Mongoose Part 1
Previously..On Wands and Red Cloaks
"Paige. This is Herbie."
"Henry's missing."
"Stay there, Swan. I'm on my way over."
"Henry Daniel Mills, you are so grounded!"
"My heart. It's dying."
"The Dark One can't die."
"But Rumpelstiltskin can."
"I want to find who wrote the book and ask them to write me a happy ending."
"Now, then. It's time Villains finally win."
Location: Our World, TV Store, Christmas 1966
Issac's POV
On a color television set near me was a gallant knight riding a horse, and the actor came to a stop as the screen flashed Knight of Valor in Vibracolor. A man and his wife looked at it.
"I don't know. Do we really need color?" asked the man.
I walked over and smiled.
"Do we really need color?"
I chuckled.
"Do we need to settle for what came before? Don't you want to really want to see the world? It's a complicated place, and people are complex creatures. Their interior lives are painted with many different hues and shades. And the Zenith Marseille Color TV..." I gestured to the TV before continuing.
"...It brings the profound complications of the universe right into your living room."
The man looked at me weirdly before responding.
"Does it have a clicker?"
I was confused.
"A what?"
"A clicker."
He gestured with his hand to stimulate a remote.
"You mean the space command remote?" said a voice.
It was my boss. He walked over smiling.
"Why, that's included in the price, Sir."
"Now we're talking.."
"Hey. Were you a ranger?"
My boss pointed at a shield with a lightning inside tattoo on the man's right forearm. The man smiled.
"Damn, right. 25th Infantry Division. You were in the service?"
"You bet...187th Airborne, Company 'A'. We heard a lot of about your unit. You guys were real heroes. Tell you what...why don't you take this remote for a test drive, huh? See how it feels."
My boss chuckled, and turned away before jabbing his head towards the office. I smiled one last time at the couple before heading over to my boss.
"What the hell are you doing, Issac, huh? Rambling on about weird technical crap? You're supposed to be selling."
"I was."
"No. No. You were sending them across the street to Gimbels. Now I hired you because you said you wanted to be a writer."
"I am a writer."
"Stacks of rejected manuscripts in break room don't count. But I figured you know something about telling stories. That's how you sell. But now I get why you don't have a picture on the back of a book yet. You don't tell stories people want."
My boss walked back to the couple as I looked down on the desk in front of me. As I sorted through the mail, an envelope caught my eye. It was addressed to me from a company called 'Star Publishing.'
"Maybe that's about to change."
I quickly opened the envelope and read the letter inside. This is what it said:
"Dear Mr. Issac Heller,
We wish to meet you immediately.
From:
Star Publishing"
Smiling to myself, I gathered my things and left the store. A few minutes later, I arrived at the office of Star Publishing. I opened the door and went inside. There was no one there. Only a couple chairs and a desk.
"Hello?"
I looked behind me when suddenly a voice caught my attention.
"Over here."
I turned around. Sitting in the back behind the desk was a man with a very long beard that kind of reminded me of St. Nicholas. But the man was not portly like St. Nick. Instead, I felt there was some sort of aura around him, which made me slightly nervous.
"Oh. I..I'm Issac Heller."
"Yes, I know who you are. Please..take a seat."
I put the letter down on the desk, and sat down. The man continued to put what appeared to fountain pens on the desk. I looked around before I spoke again.
"I've never met a publisher before. I'm not sure exactly how this works. So, you want to publish a book. Is there a contract.."
"You may find that our organization does things a bit..differently," the man cut in.
Suddenly, he leaned back, and gestured to the pens.
"Choose one."
I looked down at the pens, before replying.
"Actually, I'm more of an IBM Seletric kind of guy.."
"Choose one.."
"Okay."
I stood up.
"What is this? Some kind of signing bonus? The last time I got a fountain pen was for my Bar Mitzvah."
"This is a test. We need to know what kind of writer you really are. Choose the one that calls out to you."
"Uh.."
I put my hand over the pens. The one in the middle seemed to call out to me. As I picked it up, a tingling went through my hand before it flashed blue, and I dropped it in shock.
"What the hell was that?"
"It is a sign...that you are to be our next author. You see, the last one...he recently just passed away."
"Author of what?"
The man chuckled softly.
"There is much to explain. How would you like to take a trip?"
"I.I..I'm not so great with traveling. I..I've never been further then Scarsdale."
"Yes, I know, but that..is about to change."
The man held out the pen, and I took it from his hands. Suddenly, he raised his hands and did a drawing motion.
"The time has come to stop selling televisions. The time has come to take on the most important job..in all the realms.."
The man walked behind me, and waved his hand. A door that wasn't there before opened, revealing a dirt road with trees alongside of it. A rush of wind filled the room.
"What the hell?"
"You can see that?"
"I see it, but I don't believe it."
"Actually, the fact you can see it tells me that you do believe."
"Believe in what?"
"In magic. I think it is time that you find your destiny. Come with me. All of your questions will be answered."
I smiled happily. I was an Author.
Location: The Sorcerer's Mansion, Book Room, Storybrooke, Maine, Present Day.
Saber's POV
I sighed. Emma, Hook, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Robin, Henry, and I had been searching for evidence of what the Author was writing, but nothing had been appearing in any of the copies of Henry's book. I tossed a book to the floor as Regina sighed.
"Nothing. They're all still blank. Whatever the Author is writing, it's not appearing in the books. This is useless."
She tossed another book to the floor. Robin gently took her hand.
"Easy. This is not your fault."
I scoffed.
"Says the guy who slept with the Wicked Witch who thought it was his dead wife alive and well. Regina, why didn't you make the Author write Zelena out of the picture? Everything would have been better. Think about it. If Zelena never existed, then she wouldn't have forced Lumiere to make Neal use the key to the vault of the Dark One, and he would still be here. Henry would have his father still! And Gold wouldn't be here to turn Emma dark."
"Which he failed to," reminded Mary Margaret.
"Even so, thanks to Gold and the Author, I could wake up a talking frog. And Saber..if you ever mention what my sister did again, I will end you."
"Like to see you try," I mumbled.
Hook sighed.
"At least, you'll wake up, Regina. I don't doubt whatever the Dark One had in store for me is a far worse fate."
David looked up.
"Well, there's no use speculating what he wants. We just need to stop it. And if there's nothing useful here, then we need to move on, find something else that can help."
"I might know just the thing," said a voice.
August A.K.A. Adult Pinocchio entered the room. I gasped.
"August..I thought you didn't know anything more about him."
Emma smiled.
"He doesn't, but he knows someone who does. That's why I called him here."
"Who?"
"The man who gave him his power..the Apprentice. I met him once when I was living in Phuket. He was the one who told me about the story book, and that I should learn everything about it."
David looked over.
"If he was in Storybrooke, could you find him?"
"Well, I haven't seen him, but..."
He pulled out a piece of paper and opened it, revealing the drawing of the Apprentice.
"That's what he looks like."
Hook looked at the paper.
"I know this man."
"You do?" asked Emma.
"More importantly, I know exactly where to find him."
Soon, all of us were at the Apprentice's home, staring at the Sorcerer's Hat.
Hook looked at the Hat with regret.
"I trapped him in there. I didn't know."
Emma gently put her hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay. It was Gold, not you who did it. Blue was in there. She can get him out."
"Don't you need the Dark One's dagger?"
Mother Superior a.k.a. The Blue Fairy shook her head.
"Well, not if I have something that belonged to the Apprentice."
Hook grabbed a broom and handed it to her. She placed it next to the hat, and it activated. The room filled with a bright gold light before the Apprentice landed in the rocking chair next to the hat.
Emma looked at him.
"Are you.."
"Yes..And there is no time to waste."
The Apprentice stood up shakily.
"Issac has abused his power for too long. The time has come to set.."
He looked over at Hook, who bowed his head in shame.
"..Things right."
"How?" asked Regina.
"By putting him back where he can't harm anyone..in the book. I will need the page with the painted door and the key. We shall return him to his prison. And this time, I would wager..none of you will set him free again. The page?"
Henry looked up.
"It's back in the loft."
Emma turned to her parents.
"Mom, Dad, Saber, Killian, watch Henry. If Gold's smart, he'll go after the page, too."
All four of us nodded, and we rushed to the Loft. Me and Henry went upstairs while Hook, Mary Margaret, and David searched Henry's backpack. Suddenly, a bright flash of blue light knocked us out, and was followed by blackness.
I awoke to someone shaking me.
"Saber! Everyone is gone!"
I opened my eyes groggily. Henry was shaking me.
"What happened, Henry?"
"I don't know. We got to figure it out."
I got to my feet, headed down the stairs and went outside with Henry. The streets were abandoned. Nobody was in sight.
"Hello?!"
My voice echoed through the square.
Suddenly, Henry tugged on my arm.
"Listen."
A clicking sound could be heard from Mr. Gold's shop. We went inside to find an old record player still on, but not playing anything. Henry turned it off.
I turned to him.
"We need to find everybody. They're obviously not in the town. We have to leave Storybrooke."
Just then, a whining sound that sounded a car horn was heard.
"Herbie!" gasped Henry.
Henry bolted out the door, and I quickly followed, only to find Henry's Bug, parked out front. Henry was already in the Driver's seat, and was talking to the Bug.
"Henry? What are you doing?"
"Saber, this is Herbie. He's alive."
"Wait as in human alive?"
"No, he's got a human personality. He has feelings."
I kneeled next to Herbie.
"Herbie, you're alive?"
Herbie beeped what sounded like a yes, and popped his passenger door open.
"He wants you to get in," said Henry.
I hopped in, and explained the situation to Herbie. It felt weird talking to a car that had a mind of it's own, but then again, the Weasley family's Ford Anglia was considered to have one too.
"Can you help us, Herbie?
"Meep, meep!"
Suddenly, he lurched forward, popping a wheelie as he sped out of the Town Square. Soon, the three of us crossed the town line, and we raced south.
Alright! This Story's finale has started! Part 2 will start where Part 1 left off, and Part's 3 and 4 will be Operation Mongoose Part 2. Enjoy this chapter, and my other stories, until next time this is Saber The F4U Corsair, signing off!