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We arrived at Central Park a little bit later than expected. My dad and Henry were waiting for us near one of the entrance. We quickly walked toward them, and I noticed they were both bouncing up and down because of their impatience. I winced, feeling guilty for making them wait, and even if I was still feeling weak, I almost ran toward them as if I was trying to apologize.

"Sorry for the delay." Killian stated as we were arriving near them.

"Hey, kid! Hey, dad!" I added, panting and a hand on my ribs to try and breathe slower. "What's happening?"

"Well, it's completely awesome, you're not going to believe it." Henry answered, his eyes shinning in excitement.

"What?" I asked without understanding why he wasn't really answering my question. "Why?"

"Oh, no, we want to witness your reaction when you'll see what's going on." He replied in a teasing tone.

I rolled my eyes. If everything had been normal, I would have smiled because of the joke and kindly asked my son to tell me everything, but I wasn't in a really good mood and I was already fighting against myself in order not to start screaming in the middle of the road.

"Henry, that's really funny, truly." I mumbled, trying to stay calm." But I'm not in the mood. Dad?" I asked, turning to look at my father and seek for his help

"He's right, you know." He shrugged with a smile. "You wouldn't believe us if we told you anyway."

I looked at Killian, one of my eyebrow raised in annoyance. I saw him biting his bottom lip to avoid smiling because of my bad mood. He forced himself to hide his amusement and gently placed his hand on the small of my back to comfort me. I didn't know if I should have feel mad because he was discreetly mocking me or glad because he was always so supportive. So I turned away and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down by feeling his hand gently stroking my skin over my shirt.

"Okay." I surrendered with a sight. "let's go then."

Killian looked at me with a little smile and pulled away to start walking next to my father. I held a little bit back from them, trying to take some deep breaths because I was feeling really weird that day.

"Mom, are you okay?" Henry asked, coming to join me, frowning with concern.

"Yeah, why?" I answered absent-mindlessly.

I was lying, obviously. I was feeling really sick. My legs were weak and shaky, and I was feeling dizzy. I just wanted to go home, take a warm bath, go to bed and sleep for weeks. But it was always too much to ask in this town and I was feeling the need to shout because nothing was never quiet around here.

"You don't look so good." Henry insisted, looking at me carefully, and I forced myself to smile and turned my head to glance at him.

"You're saying that because I got a bit mad knowing you wouldn't tell me anything?"

"Yeah, among other things." He admitted with a little wince. "But you seem very tired, and you look like you've lost weight again."

"That's right, you haven't had the chance to live with a broken liver yet." I smiled, feeling my mood getting better as fast as it had worsened earlier. "What can I say, I must have drunk to much rum." I added with a laugh, a bit louder so Killian could hear me.

"Oh, because now it's my fault?" He reacted as I had planned, looking at me in a falsely offended way.

"I didn't say that, I'm just saying that it's unfair, because you've drunk for centuries and you're in perfect health." I defended myself with a playful smile.

Killian looked at me and tried to play mad, but he ended up laughing anyway. I looked at the man I loved for a few more seconds before turning to talk to my son again :

"Don't worry, kid. I'm sorry I got a bit mad, I'm just nervous lately. But I've survived worse. If it was that bad, I wouldn't be here trying to take care of some sort of crisis you won't tell me anything about."

"Well, you're going to know soon" My son said, pointing toward five figures who were standing a few feet ahead of us.

I immediately recognized my mom and Regina from the distance. They were talking with three strangers, two men, and a woman, who were looking particularly worried. I approached them, biting the inside of my cheek, a bit perplexed. They seemed weirdly familiar, but I couldn't say why I was feeling that way because I was sure I hadn't seen them once in my life. For some reason, the fact I was feeling so strange regarding these people was worsening my mood again.

"Ah, here comes Emma." My mom said, seeing me walking toward her with big steps.

"Sorry for the delay." I apologized before turning to look at the strangers and introduce myself. "I'm the Sheriff Emma Swan. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, it's not much but we always do that. Where are you from and how have you gotten here?"

"You don't know who they are?" My son laughed, raising an eyebrow at me. "I can say I'm a bit disappointed in you, mom."

"Huh?" I asked without understanding a word he was saying, turning to look at Killian who shrugged to show me he didn't know what was going on either. "I should know who they are? I've never seen these people in my life!" I added, shaking my head, and seeing that they were looking quite worried, I forced myself to joke : "Please, if you're planning on hurting us, tell us now. It will save us some time. There are cells underneath the hospital, we can lock you up there and never talked about it anymore."

I had thought they would understand I was joking and I had tried to reduce the tension I was feeling in the air, but my try didn't work the way I had expected. Everyone, my family included, was looking at me as if I was coming from another planet. I felt myself blush a little bit. I didn't know what had gotten into me, and I was feeling ashamed because things were feeling awkward now. I coughed to try and give myself some assurance, and I stuck out my chin, trying not to show that I was feeling uncomfortable.

"I suppose it's a joke?" The woman finally asked in a British accent.

She was in her late thirties and had long bushy brown hair. The redhead that was standing beside her rolled his eyes and said while shaking his head :

"Of course it's a joke! Forgive her, she doesn't really get humor."

"Ron!" The woman cried out in an offended way.

"Are you coming from the Enchanted Forest?" I resumed without really paying attention to their words and biting my lower lip, more and more confused about what was happening. "Or from Oz maybe?"

"Oz? The Enchanted Forest?" The woman repeated with a frown. "What are you talking about? Are you mocking us again?

I shook my head and finally realized how the woman had called the man, probably her husband for what I had understood. I frowned, completely lost. A redhead that was quarreling with his wife, it wasn't without reminding me of certain books of my childhood. It was definitely getting weirder and weirder. I finally started talking again, trying to get more information about what was going on.

"Your name is Ron?" I asked, before adding when the guy had nodded. "Well, that's a weird coincidence."

"Why?" The other man asked, talking for the first time since I had arrived.

He had short black hair and round eye glasses. My perplexity transformed into hilarity, probably because things were definitely too weird, and I was starting to think my family was playing a huge joke on me.

"Is this some sort of parody?" I laughed, before regaining seriousness when my eyes met the scar on the dark haired man's forehead.

It was shaped as a lightening bold. My eyes widened, and I felt my lips parted as my dad and Henry were bursting out laughing. What the hell was happening there? My mom and Regina were looking at me, their eyebrows raised, as if they were waiting to see my reaction. Killian, standing next to me, was looking absolutely clueless, thing that was pretty normal because he hadn't grew up in this world. I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't possible. It was some sort of big misunderstanding, or my family was playing a big joke on me because they had thought it would give me my smile back as I was feeling down lately. But there had to be an explanation. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

"Emma." My dad finally said while laughing "Let me introduce you to Harry, Ron and Hermione. They've arrived here because of a weird event, and we're trying to..."

"No. No, no, no, no." I cut him off, before pinching my forearm to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but it hurt like hell. "You're kidding me right now. It's not possible. You don't exist…"

"Are we supposed to take this the wrong way?" The redhead asked, looking puzzled.

"Come on, Mom, after all this time, you shouldn't be surprised anymore." Henry said, bending over to try and calm down his laughter. "If you could accept the fact you are the daughter of Snow White and prince Charming, you can easily understand this..."

"Don't try to tell me there is a world were Hogwarts is real!" I shouted, utterly confused by what was happening and starting to think maybe I had fallen in some sort of alternate reality were everything was possible.

Even Ingrid had told me that Harry Potter wasn't real! And if I was being honest, the woman was a bit crazy and ready to believe anything. It wasn't real. I was dreaming, or there had to be a good explanation to all this mess. I couldn't accept the fact that my landmarks were crumbling once again. It was too much to take.

"Why are we suddenly talking about fairy tales?" The woman intervened, an eyebrow raised at us in surprise.

"Snow White, Prince Charming." I said absent-mindlessly, showing both of my parents while trying to make sense of all of this.

"No, that can't be right." the redhead said, looking at us as if we were all crazy. "You said your names were David and Mary-Margaret"

"Well, let's just say that's our… common names." My mom answered with an amazing calm. "But we are Snow White and prince Charming. And this is our daughter, Emma."

"Come on, that's ridiculous." The woman said, looking at us with a bit of pity in her eyes. "First, you don't exist..."

"Well, I could tell you the same thing." I replied, crossing my arms, a bit angry by the fact this woman was basically insulting us while she shouldn't have lived elsewhere than in a novel.

"Beside, Snow White doesn't have kids." She resumed, looking at me defiantly.

"I have two." My mom said, nodding, without getting upset by the woman's words.

"Are you kidding me? You look like you're the same age!" The redhead shouted, and I was feeling like we were falling into an endless circles of no one trusting each other.

"That's a long story..." My dad said with a little shrug.

"How do you know who we are?" The man with glasses asked, looking perplexed.

"To be short, you know our stories through books, and it's the same for us." My mom explained with a kind smile. "A best-seller, really. Everyone in this world knows who you are."

I was feeling so lost, and nervously ran a hand through my hair. I couldn't believe the fact the my childhood heroes were really existing, and were standing in front of me right now. They had helped me through difficult times when I was a teenager, but I couldn't believe the fact there was a world somewhere in which there were schools to learn how to use magic, and wands, and all those things. I was feeling my legs getting weaker and weaker and blinked several time to try to stay on my feet. All of this was truly disrupting me. And I was feeling really sick.

"Look." Regina intervened, looking like she was getting a bit impatient. "We can explain everything to you later, but could you tell us how you got here?"

"The problem is we don't know." Harry – I had to get used to call him this way because I was pretty sure it was real now – said with a sight. "We were walking in our village when we saw a green light shinning a few feet ahead of us. We left Lily, my youngest, and Hugo, Ron and Hermione's son, to my wife Ginny and we approached the light to know what was going on. Next thing we know, a green tornado appears from nowhere and here we are."

"A portal." Regina mumbled, biting her thumb's nail and looking really focused. "That's strange..."

"Could you get us back home?" Hermione begged in a desperate tone. "Our children are in our… world as you're saying, and they have no idea what happened to us. James and Albus, Harry's sons, are in Hogwarts, as our daughter Rose. They don't know what's going on. We have to tell them we're all right..."

"Don't worry." Regina assured. "We can use the apprentice's wand to send you back home. But maybe you should stay here for a night. You've had a harsh day, you should get some rest. We will send you back to your world tomorrow morning."

"It's a promise." My mom added, seeing the worried look and our new friends' faces.

I was feeling really bad now. Black spots were blinding me, and a cold sweat was covering my forehead. It was as if what I had just learned was worsening my condition, and I was feeling like I was going to collapse, or throw up, or both. I had a stomach ache, and I looked around me to search for a bench and sit down. My brain was feeling like frozen, and I was moving very slowly. Killian started talking and his voice was sounding a bit distorted :

"Emma, are you all right? You're very pale..."

"You really don't look well." Hermione added in a worried voice.

I couldn't answer anything. I couldn't move anymore. I felt my legs crumbling underneath me, and my head painfully hit the ground. Someone called my name. And then everything went black.

"Emma?"

"Swan? Can you hear us, love?"

I was regaining consciousness and hardly opened my eyes. My head was hurting and I was feeling sick. People were knelt around me, but I couldn't recognize who they were because of my blurry vision. I pressed my hand against my forehead with a wince and blinked several time, trying to see who were the people surrounding me.

"What happened?" I asked in a husky voice, and I turned my head to see that Killian was looking at me in worry, his hand on my head, his hook pressed against my arm.

"You passed out." My dad answered, looking concerned.

"Do you think you can sit down?" Killian intervened, running his head through my hair and his beautiful face showing so much fear.

I forced myself to give him a small smile, not wanting to worry him even more. I nodded, and he helped me to sit cross-legged on the ground. I took three deep breaths, trying to clear up my head and not throw up, as Killian was gently running his hand up and down my spine. My head was aching because of the fall, and he saw it because he leaned forward to press a kiss on my temple. My dad gave me a bottle of cold water, and I took it with a grateful smile. The drink made me feel better, and calmed my nausea down.

"It's not a surprise you've passed out, you haven't been able to eat anything for days." Killian stated, nervously biting his lower lip.

"Seriously, Emma?" My mom asked, frowning. "It didn't stop?"

I slowly shook my head. I had a weird feeling in my stomach. I pressed my hand against it to try and calmed the thing down. It was scaring me a little bit.

"Do you wanna go to Granny's?" My dad kindly offered. "Maybe a hot cocoa with cinnamon will make you feel better."

"That'd be nice." I said with a small smile. "I think it's the only think that doesn't make me sick, so maybe it's a good idea. I'm sorry guys." I added, looking at my new friends. "I'm not making a good first impression."

I was feeling a bit ashamed about passing out because I was supposed to look strong and reliable, and it wasn't the case. But Hermione gently smiled at me and said :

"Don't apologize. You're not doing it on purpose. The important thing is that you're okay."

"Do you think you can walk, darling?" Hook asked, his hand still on the small of my back. "You're not going to faint?"

"I mean, we can try." I answered with a little sight. "I'm not going to stay here forever."

He nodded and offered me his left arm so I could lean on it while his hand was still on my back. He almost lifted me up, and kept me close to him when I got on my feet, his arm around my waist. My legs were still a bit shaky, but Killian's support was helping me. I smiled to the others to reassure them, and they started walking, but Killian stopped me as I moved to follow them.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"I have a bit of a headache." I admitted with a little wince. "But I'm fine..."

"Are you kidding me?" He countered, looking a bit annoyed by my words. "Swan, I don't think throwing up three times a day and passing out is called being fine"

"I'm sorry." I apologized, biting my lower lip. "I just don't want you to worry."

'"Of course I'm worrying, love." He sighted, all his gentleness back. "Can you promise me to go see Whale? You can't stay like that. I'm afraid you'll get really sick if we don't do anything."

"I promise. I'll do it as soon as our new friends will be sent home." I answered with a smile, but inside I was completely terrified by what Whale was going to say to me, even if I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

"Good." He said with a little smile before asking with curiosity. "By the way, I was wondering : why did you seem so confused meeting these people?"

"They are the heroes of books I read during my teenage years." I explained, my hand going to his stomach to pull him closer to me. "They are wizards. They are making magic with wands and all of that. I will show you the movies if you want to. You'll see, it's awesome. I was such a fan of these things when I was younger. It's just… Ingrid has told me they didn't exist. It was really surprising."

"What I find surprising is the fact tyou're still amazed by these kind of things. You should be used to it by now." He said with a little smirk, and I laughed, before adding, looking at the others who were now almost out of sight :

"We going?"

He nodded and we started walking, but he kept his arm wrapped around my waist.

"You do know you can let me go, right?" I kindly scoffed. "I can assure you, I still know how to walk."

"Well, I apologize for being scared, princess." He said in a falsely outraged way, and I giggled. "Seriously, I want to make sure you all right. And tell me why would I need an excuse to be close to you?"

I shook my head with a chuckle, and put myself on my tiptoe to kiss him gently. His hand moved up to cup my head, and I smiled. Sure, my health wasn't good these days, and I was living pretty difficult things lately. But I wasn't alone. I had my parents, two beautiful sons, and Killian, and they were helping me beyond words.

"Everything's good." My dad started, appearing with drinks in his hands, followed by Killian. "We've asked Granny to give you some rooms for tonight, and she agreed. You can sleep in peace."

We were sitting at a table on the diner's patio. The cold wind of March was making me feel better, and was clearing up my mind. Settled in the back of my chair, I wasn't feeling sick anymore, probably because I was off my feet. Hook sat down on the empty seat beside me and put a cup of hot cocoa in front of me.

"Thanks." I whispered with a little smile, and he briefly put his hand on my thigh.

"Now that everything is okay, could you explain us what the hell is going on in this town?" Ron asked with a big smile full of curiosity.

"Well, it's not that complicated." My mom started

"Well, it's actually really complicated." Henry intervened and I laughed quietly. "But go on."

"Emma is our daughter." My mom said with a smile. "David and I also have a son, Neal, who is three and a half. Emma has two kids : Henry here and Liam, who is two and who is Hook's son."

"As in Captain Hook?" Hermione asked with surprise.

"So you've heard of me." He replied with a smirk, repeating the words he had told me all those years ago.

"You're going to say that every single time, aren't you?" I kindly scoffed.

Killian turned back to me with a falsely outraged look. He softly elbowed me in the ribs, and I burst out laughing at his reaction.

"Regina is Henry's adoptive mother." My mom resumed. "Emma was really young when she gave birth to him, and she gave him up for adoption to give him his best chance."

I smiled at her above my mug. I was grateful about her not telling them the entire story, because we were barely knowing each other. My mom grinned back at me before continuing :

"But Regina is also my step-mother..."

"Wait" Hermione cut her of with her eyes widened. "By step-mother, you mean she's… The Evil Queen?"

"Thanks a lot." Regina jeered, rolling her eyes.

"She's not anymore." I intervened, deciding to help her. "She's a hero now. She even found love with Robin Hood..."

"Thanks for revealing my private life, Swan." Regina sighted, and I tried to hide my laugh by biting my lower lip.

"My pleasure." I replied with an innocent smile, and Killian laughed next to me

"Regina cursed the Dark curse 34 years ago, and that's what brought us to this world." My mom explained. "We forgot who we were and the time stopped for 28 years. We had to give Emma up so she could save us. And she did with the help of Henry, and here we are now. That's why we look like we're the same age. David and I were stuck in time for 28 years while Emma grew up in this world and she aged normally."

"Not complicated, you were saying?" Harry said, raising his eyebrow, and we all chuckled.

"It's a lot more twisted than that, believe me, we're sparing you the details." I said with a little smile.

"We can tell our story too, it's a lot less complicated." Ron offered.

"You don't have too, I know everything" I said, before adding after seeing they surprised faces. "What? I was a fan of the books and the movies when I was a teen."

"Really?" Hermione said in a curious tone.

"Yeah, if we have time, I can show you parts of the movie. I can lend you the books too, if you're interested."

"That could be interesting." Hermione answered in a dreamer look.

"Right, a book you haven't read yet, we all find that extremely perplexing." Ron said with half a smile on his face.

"Very funny, Ron."

I laughed before drinking a sip of my hot cocoa. It was a bit weird it was the only thing that wasn't making me sick, but I certainly wasn't complaining. It had the advantage of warming me up and I had at least something in my stomach, even if it had nothing to do with a full meal.

Suddenly feeling as if someone was watching me, I turned my head and noticed that Killian was looking at me with worry in his eyes. I knew he was extremely concerned about me. But I didn't want him to feel bad. It was because of that, among other things, that I didn't want to believe the idea I had for days now and that was explaining all of my symptoms.

I smiled at Killian and sought for his hand under the table. Our fingers intertwined together in a gentle gesture. We had managed to keep our moments after Liam's birth. My mom was baby-sitting our son once or twice a month to give us free evenings to spend just the both of us. I was my best-self with Killian, I was without barrier, and without masks, and I was trusting him more than anyone in my life.

I squeezed his fingers between mine and had to resist the will to pull him closer to me and kiss him breathlessly.

Here we go! For those who don't know me, I'm a huge fan of Harry Potter, so I'm really happy to write about those characters. this story isn't in the cross-over category because the wizards won't stay in Storybrooke all the time and they'll leave before the end of the fiction. I hope you like this story so far, and see you monday for a new chapter! :)