“We’ll be back soon, just stay here-- good boy!” 

Were the last words his mother said to him as they left the small boy there. The boy was only two years old and didn’t understand why they were leaving or what they were saying. He tried to follow them but only wound up falling...

The rain freezing the tiny child as he tried to find his mother’s warm in the lonesome Kensington Gardens. He cried for them, screamed for them but they didn’t come back, they didn’t even so much as glance in his direction at what they were doing. They didn’t care if he froze or was taken.. he was out of their lives.

“It’s the truth I seek.” He could already hear the sounds of giggling and glanced around. They looked eerily similar, but he guessed the Fae were not so easily tricked.. also given how Farley probably reeked of human and lacked the black eyes of their prince.

Slowly he bows his head and carefully he takes out something out of his bag. It was a bowl that shimmered almost like opal and he pulled out a small container of cream.

He crossed over into their realm, and somehow eerily he felt both on edge and at home. It was like Neverland, only somehow he felt safer, even though he knew what the Fae could do to him. Slowly he holds it out for Kheelan. The question was how he managed to cross over? A question he left alone for now. “This is the gift I give to you.” He was trying to pick the right words and hoped they were not insulting... this wasn’t Wil after all. 

It was an odd feeling. Like sudden loss.. but also sudden freedom from a chain he had not known was there.

The island darkened and lightning streaked across the sky. On the wind, he swore he heard screams that put Wil’s recent cries to shame.. and he knew, somewhere deep down. He knew why he felt both sorrow and precious freedom. Why the Island seemed to quake..

Pan was dead. The Hooks were free.

He heard the yells, the roars of rage and grief. And upon walking towards it, he saw who was making such a noise..

“Aisling” He gasped. He found them-- or him. He looked at the much smaller still form of the Boy King. Blue eyes stared at the sight... seeing so much blood still flowing out, and eyeing the blood stained dagger.

And when Aisling lunged, Harry feared for his life and held up his hook and arms in defense- only to hear and see a thud as the prince hit an invisible barrier that shown visibility upon hitting it. So that was why they didn’t escape!

“Is he...?” He asked the obvious to the Fae.

The yelling did not at all convince him to help the other out either. “Nae until ye calm down!” He yelled back. “What the hell happened!?” He approached the barrier and stood before it. “Nae lettin’ ye out until ye calm down.” He was focusing on Pan... the wound looked to have killed the boy, but the blade was of iron and he doubted Kheelan, even in this state, could pick it up, much less stab Peter with it... especially in an area that caused a slow but true death.. “Pan-- oh Wil... nae- was I tae late...?” He closed his eyes, ashamed.

Harry had been searching ever since he made it to Neverland, nearly non-stop until he had to sleep himself.

He also noticed the boy’s arms... they had deep cuts and clearly had been infected. Pan was going to die. But it was still an awful sight, he could nearly smell the stench even from out here. “Did he dae it fer ye..?”

“Because it’s against Nature… besides, this is coming from someone who had your little brother friend Delacroix put a sleep spell on him so that he wouldn’t have to feel the pain of losing you and feel the heart break of what I did to your uncle.”

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