Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, claim ownership to Hook, OUAT, the Addams Family, MCU, Grimm, or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective creators, no matter how terrible some may be. I do not get any monetary gain, this is purely my mind playing in the sandbox they created.
Not long after their argument, Peter left the room, leaving Harry with his grandmother, who looked sadly in the direction of the door. Harry moved up next to Granny Wendy. "Hey Gran."
She smiled at him, but it was only half way to her eyes. "Hello Harry, dear. I'm sorry you had to hear that. You must think me a daft old woman." She said ruefully.
Harry shook his head. He leaned close and whispered something into her ear. Words that the wind sung to him. "I do believe in fairies. I do! I do." He smirked as he pulled away.
Granny Wendy gasped and looked at him in surprise. "How-?" Harry shrugged, and flipped to a page in his journal. "When I play the pipes, the wind sings along to me. Sometimes I hear things others can't."
Wendy smiled. "Just like you're father as a child..." Her eyes lit up. "Oh! I have something for you, fetch that old trunk would you?" She asked. Harry nodded and brought the thing over. It was surprisingly light.
Opening up the old trunk, Granny Wendy pulled out what looked like silvery fabric weaved from the night sky, and an ornate dagger. "An old friend brought these here in case they were ever needed. The cloak belonged to the family you came from. And the dagger belonged to Peter when he was your age."
Harry draped the cloak over his shoulders, and watched in awe as he vanished from the mirror as soon as the hood was drawn up. Pulling it down, he inspected the dagger. It was beautiful, and gold all through. The pommel held a guard like the one from the note, but shaped more like vines.
He looked at his grandmother and smiled at her. "Thanks Granm-" he was cut off as a yell was heard. Granny Wendy winked. "Better go catch your father, before he flies away."
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Peter poured himself a glass of whiskey as he stood in the nursery, looking out the open window. He stumbled around the room, accidentally knocking into the rocking cot in the center of the room.
"Sorry." He said, seemingly to the cot. Turning around, he saw the tent Maggie had set up with Granny Wendy. He fell to his knees as he picked up the parachute Maggie had made.
Dropping it as he rose, he stumbled drunkenly to the closed window. He opened it and rested his right arm on the black fencing. But as he went to take abother swig from his glass, he froze, looking off into the distance.
He stumbled backwards in alarm as a small bright light flew into the room. It spun around his head before flying all over the room, knocking over lamps and photo frames.
"Firefly from hell!" He exclaimed in shock. He rolled up a newspaper that was on Maggie's bed and shouted to himself. "Beat that bug!" He took two steps backwards as it came towards him.
He swung to the left and missed. Then to the right, another miss. Then he swung overhead, but the light seemingly caught the roll. It snatched it off him and bonked him on the head. Several times, hitting him in the eyes, before upper cutting his chin.
The man fell into the cot, legs on eachside, eyes following the light as it stopped on a makeup kit, revealing itself to be none other than Tinkerbell, in a short orange dress made from leaves.
"Oh it is you! It is! " She cheered as she hopped onto his waist. "A big you! I guess it's not bad you're big you were always bigger than me! But maybe this means you'll be twice as much fun!"
"MOIRAAAAA!!!!!" Peter screamed in fear. "Oh Peter! What fun we'll have again! What times, what great games!" Tink shouted as she spun around cheerfully.
Peter shakingly put his glasses on upside down as he stared at her. In a quiet voice, he said. "You're a f-f-" Tink showed her wings. "Fairy." Peter tried again. "A p-p-p-"
"Pixie. And if less is more there's no end to me, Peter Pan." Tink's arms were crossed as she smirked. "Peter Banning." Peter corrected.
"Pan."
"Banning."
"Pan!"
"Banning."
"Well who ever you are it's still you. There's only one person who has that smell." Tink stated, staring at him knowingly. "Smell?" Peter asked softly. Tink rose, wings fluttering as she glowed in flight.
"The smell of someone who's ridden the back of the wind, Peter! The smell of a hundred summers of sleeping in trees, adventures with Indians and pirates! Oh remember Peter? The world was ours! We could do everything or nothing, all I had to be was anything cause it was always us." The pixie said fondly.
Peter stood up, his glasses in his hand. "Oh no, it's finally happened. I'm having a total nervous breakdown." He muttered. Tink grabbed his bowtie and pulled him slowly towards the window.
"Come on Peter, follow me and all will be well." She stated. "I'm dying. I'm heading towards a white light. I've left my body. See, there's my house way down there. There are my feet! Oh my God! Where are we going?!" He rambled deliriously.
"To save your children of course!" Tink shouted. "How do you know about my kids?" Peter asked. "Everyone knows! Captain Hook's got em and you gotta fight him! Let's fly!" She shouted, throwing pixie dust into his face.
He sneezed, causing her to go flying into the doll house as he fell on his back. "It is true then..." Tinkerbell's voice rang out. "You did grow up." Peter crawled his way to the doll house.
"I drank poison for you! You used to call me 'Tink'. Have you forgotten everything?!" The fairy cried. Peter put his glasses back on properly. "Are you in there little bug?" He asked, looking at the glowing window. "I'm not a bug, I'm a fairy..." She protested.
Peter unlatched the side of the house, allowing him to seeing the front of it open. Inside Tink sat in the floor of a bedroom. "I do not believe in fairies." Peter said. Tink stood up, looking at him somberly. "Every time someone says 'I do not believe in fairies,' somewhere there's a fairy that falls down dead."
There was a moment of silence before Peter let out a yell. "I DO NOT BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!!" Tink grasped at her throat as it made odd sounds. She tumbled into a wall before falling down the stairs, collapsing on the rug st the bottom. "Oh my God, I think I killed it."
At that point, Harry had burst into the room. The dagger was attached to the same portion of his belt as the pan pipes, and the cloak had been folded and stuffed into a pocket.
The sight of his father on his knees, clapping rapidly and shouting "I believe in Fairies!" While Tinkerbell shouted at him as she played dead caused him to burst into laughter.
The two turned to him and he giggled. Tink stood up right, hands on her hips. "Alright now, who am I, boys? " Peter stammered out an answer. "Uh, you're um..hah.. You're a complex Feurdian Hallucination having something to do with my mother, and I don't know why you have wings, but you have very lovely legs and are a very nice tiny person and what am I saying, I never met my mother, I'm an orphan, and I never did drugs because I missed the sixties, I was an accountant."
Harry looked at him bemusedly. "Guess again!" Tink shouted, pulling the national from under Peter, causing him to flip onto his back and hit his head. "Ohhhh look. Starrrrssss." Peter mumbles incoherently.
Harry wondered over as Tink wrapped Peter in the fabric from the tent. "You must be Tinkerbell. I'm Harry." He said with a smile. Tink grinned at him. "You grew so much, you were barely the size of a squirre when I found you!"
She paused for a second, before flying over to his shoulder, eyeing the dagger and pipes. She had gotten an idea. "Want to come with?" Harry's smile became all teeth. "Yessss!"
The fairy flew over to Peter and picked him up by the tlcorners of the fabric. Harry's eyes closed and he smiled as he felt pixie dust sprinkeling over him. And together they took off. "Second star to the right and straight on 'til Morning! Neverland!"
AN: Hello all, my apologies for such a long break, for a while i was struggling with motivation for anything and have been having some personal issues which made updating a but of a struggle, but I'm back and will try to keep posting as frequebtly as possible! Sorry i kept ya waiting, let the adventure continue!
