Harry Potter, The Chosen One, was sitting at the Gryffindor table, with his two best friends.
It was his third year.
He was sad and upset.
Around 3 years ago, his sister, Bella Potter, was kidnapped and never found.
His parents were devastated, while Harry was completely broken.
A loud pop sounded in the Great Hall, and the Potters, the Weasleys, the Grangers, the Lupin-Blacks, the Lestranges, the Malfoys, and other families were hear.
When the children whose parents were there saw their parents, they ran to them.
Before Dumbledore could ask what anyone was doing here, a letter appeared in his hand.
He opened it, and a voice resonated through the hall.
"Hello! Before I say anything, I brought you hear to react. You are hear to react to the life of Bella Potter, after she was kidnapped. You will be getting some guests, here soon. Thank you, The Author."
Before anyone could say anything about the name the voice said, there was another loud pop, and a group appeared.
No one could say anything though, because their attention was taken by a girl with dyed black and green hair arguing with a boy wearing a ripped, green cloak.
"What the fuck was that?" she asked him.
"It's not his fault, Bella," he answered, turning to look at the girl.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped.
"Peter! He was worried about you! All of you! He wanted to leave you something!" he snapped.
"Guilt?"
"That's all he had!" he defended.
"Oh, Jesus," she scoffed
"You don't know anything about Peter Pan!" he yelled.
"He was never there, Felix!" Bella snapped.
"He was a fun, crazy, wonderful person," Felix explained.
"He deserted us!" she shouted.
"He loved us!" Felix cried.
"That was love?" she asked, incredulous to what he was saying.
"Yes! Yes, it is!" he cried.
"Okay. Then why did he leave?" she countered.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" he growled.
"If he loved us, so much, why wasn't he there?" she continued.
"He tried! He always tried!" he countered.
"He wasn't there!" she cried over him. "HE WAS NEVER FUCKING THERE! HE LEFT!"
By know, three other people, boys that were wearing the same thing as Felix, pushed to the front of the crowd of new people.
"Why, Bella? What did he do to you?" Felix whispered.
"HE KIDNAPPED ME! He kidnapped and made me a Lost Girl!" she shouted. "I was nine!Nineand taking care of you. Taking care of all of us!" she motioned the the lost boys behind her. "I was in fourth grade, dragging your ass, passed out, away from the fire, so you didn't burn to death! Staying up all night, with Devin, when he had chicken pox! I washed Jack's bloody clothes! I picked lice out of Justin's hair! And I was there, when Wendy killed her first animal! Not Peter! ME!" There were tears going down her face. "And never you. You were too fucking loyal."
"Well, maybe you just weren't loyal, enough!" he retorted.
"Loyal enough?" she repeated, questionably. "Why would I be loyal to him? He kidnapped me. Had you guys chase me through the fucking jungle. Pretended to be running from you guys, too, and helping me. Then, he locks me in a cage, and almost kills me! Why the hell would I be loyal to him?"
"You're not loyal to Pan? a blonde girl asked.
"Why do you think I helped you guys save Henry?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" Dumbledore spoke up.
"What?" Bella snapped, turning to the source of the voice.
When she saw where she was, her eyes widened.
She took a step back, as her parents stepped forward.
Harry was frozen in shock.
"No," she muttered. "No, no, no, no, no. I can't be back here. Not yet. Not near them."
Harry knew what she was talking about.
Their parents were manipulative.
Anytime Harry refused to do something, they brought up Bella and said she would want him to do it, even when he knew she wouldn't.
Harry rushed forward to help her, another boy doing the same.
"Hey. Hey, hey, hey. They won't get to. You have all of us to protect you from it. And remember what you told me? Your brother would, too," the boy said pulling her into a hug.
"And you're right. I would," Harry said, finally getting close enough to her.
She let go of the boy, and Harry engulfed her in a hug, which she immediately responded to.
"Bella?" Lily was heard saying, breaking up the reunion.
"Henry, Felix," Bella started, but it was too late.
The two were already standing in front of Harry and Bella.
"Not now," they said in unison, glaring at her.
"Why are we here?" a dark haired woman asked.
"Mom," Henry pointed to something falling down toward her.
It was another letter.
"It's me. The Author. You are here to watch the life of Bella Potter. Please, do introductions, including your names, your age, and who you actually are. Oh, and who your parents are," Regina asked.
This got a groan from Bella.
"Is this the same author you told me about?" she asked Henry, who nodded.
"Guess we've got to," Henry said.
"Who goes first?" Bella asked.
Another note appeared, this time in her hand.
"Oldest to youngest. Start with Henry's grandfather, on his Dad's side," she read.
Everyone who knew turned to Rumple, while the Lost Boys looked confused.
"My name's Mr. Gold. I am 300 years old. I was originally Rumpelstiltskin. My parents were the Black Fairy and Peter Pan," Rumpel grumbled.
"You know, I just realized that would make Pan your great-grandfather. I wonder if he ever realized that," Bella mused, looking at Henry.
"What?" the Lost Boys cried in unison.
"My name's Regina Mills. I am 46 years old. I was originally the Evil Queen. My parent's really don't matter," she interrupted.
The two standing next to the blonde looked at each other.
"You first," the blonde said pointing to the male.
"My name is David Nolan. I am 28 years old. I was originally Prince Charming. My parent's aren't important," he said, not wanting anyone to know what happened.
"My name is Mary Margaret Blanchard. I am 28 years old. I was originally Snow White. My mom and dad don't matter and Regina was originally my step-mother," Snow said.
Hermione opened her mouth, only to be cut off by Bella, who didn't want to hear the girl saying something about his not being logical.
"Which doesn't matter, at the moment, because your family tree, right now, is confusing as hell, and I have a feeling, it's only going to get even more big, and confusing," she hurried.
She pointed at the male next to the blonde.
"You. Go," she said.
"I'm Neal Cassidy. I am 28 years old. My original name is Baelfire. My mother's name is Milah, and my father is Rumpelstiltskin," he said.
Bella pointed to Hook, before anyone else could say anything.
"My name is Killian Jones. I am over 200 years old. I am originally Captain Hook. My parents are-"
Killian is cut off by Hermione.
"If you're Captain Hook, where's your hook?" she asked, logically.
He held up his hooked hand.
Bella pointed to Felix.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Because we don't know how long you were on the island, so you could be older than her," Bella explained.
"My name's Felix. I'm a Lost Boy. That's all."
She pointed to another Lost Boy.
"I'm Devin. I'm a Lost Boy."
"I'm Jack. Lost Boy."
"I'm Justin."
She turned and pointed to the blonde.
"I'm Emma Swan. I am 28. My parents are Snow White and Prince Charming. I'm originally the Savior."
"How are you their daughter? They're the same age as you!" Hermione snapped.
"I cast a curse 28 years ago," Regina snapped, already tired of the girl.
"And last but not least," Bella motioned to Henry.
"What about you?" Felix asked.
"They already know me," she deadpanned. "Henry."
"I'm Henry Mills. I am 12 years old. My parents are Emma Swan and Baelfire. My adoptive mom is Regina Mills. I am originally the True Believer," he said, confidently.
"That's impossible," Lily and Hermione shrieked.
"Don't test me, woman!" Bella said, her face going stony. "You may be my mother, but I was put through hell on that island. It changed me. I'm stronger. And know. I won't hesitate to tie you to your chair and magic you mouth shut."
"How? You don't have magic," James stood up.
She waved her hand, and everyone was sitting somewhere.
Lily and James were tied up, and Hermione had tape on her mouth.
With that, the movies started.