After the Battle of Hogwarts, Hope Potter, move to Storybrooke where she met characters from stories and such, she make new friends or maybe even fall in love.
Inside the dim confines of Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop, the atmosphere was tense as they settled him in a secluded back room. He was still weakened, though steadier, and as he lay back, he watched his daughter with sharp, observant eyes.
As soon as she arrived, Lillian moved with purpose, her fingers already sparking faint traces of magic. With each spell, an invisible barrier shimmered briefly in the air before settling into place, until at least ten protective layers surrounded them. She cast a final glance toward the doorway, a faint nod to herself as if confirming the barriers' strength.
Emma entered with an empty glass container, her brows knit in confusion. "Emma, did you find it?" Gold gestured for her to hold it up. "Is it there?"
"Yeah, but... there's nothing in it." Emma shook the container, a strange clinking sound echoing within. "What the hell?"
"Careful. It's invisible chalk, Emma. You'll have to draw a line in the doorway. And everyone else, prepare for battle."
Emma frowned but didn't hesitate. She dipped her fingers inside, feeling the invisible chalk she walked toward the entrance, tracing a firm line across the doorway.
As the others prepared, Mr. Gold called out to Mary Margaret "Mary Margaret, wait a moment."
"What is it?"
"Could you bring me a warmer blanket? In there." He nodded at the cabinet.
She cast him a look but moved to the cabinet without question. As she opened the door, her hand froze and she reached something in it ""Why do you have this?" she asked, voice barely a whisper.
Gold gave her a solemn look, his eyes dark with old intentions. "For a rainy day," he said softly, the words hanging heavily between them.
David rushed in the pawn shop, eyes wide with alarm. "It's them. Regina and Cora-they're here."
Outside, Cora and Regina stood summoning a fireball. They hurled it against the door. The blast shattered Emma's protective spell, splintering the doorframe. Cora and Regina entered, as they faced Emma, Neal, and David, each armed with swords and Hope with her wand.
"Regina," Emma called, her voice steady but pleading. "Think about what you're doing."
"Don't talk to me."
But before she could summon another fireball, Hope silenced her.
"Silencio."
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Taking advantage of the distraction, Mary Margaret slipped out through the side door, disappearing into the shadows. Regina conjured another fireball and launched it at the group, but David deflected it with his sword. Annoyed, she narrowed her eyes and, with a forceful wave, threw David out through the front door, slamming it shut behind him.
"David!" Emma's voice cracked with worry.
With a quick motion, Cora blasted Emma backward, her magic sending her flying across the shop.
Neal jumped at Cora, but she disappeared in a swirl of purple smoke, leaving the dagger on the floor.
While Emma struggled to recover, Regina seized the opportunity and began to choke her with a magical grip.
Emma's face contorted in pain, struggling for air as Regina tightened her hold.
Cora reappeared in the shop, distracting Regina.
Emma seized her chance. She snatched a knife from the counter, breaking free of Regina's hold, and quickly pressed it against her neck.
Meanwhile, Neal stared down Cora, who looked back at him with a smirk. "What's it going to be?" he asked, his voice low but unwavering.
"Mother!" Regina cried, a hint of desperation breaking through her usual stoicism. "Choose wisely."
Cora's eyes darted to the dagger, her fingers twitching. But, before she could move, Hope used a spell that send Regina and Cora both tumbling to the ground and grabbed the dagger.
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"Fall back to Gold!" Hope shouted to Neal. "Emma have the chalk."
Emma, Hope and Neal dashed toward the back of the shop, Emma drawing a line with the invisible chalk at the entrance to create a barrier. The line glowed faintly, forming a protective shield across the threshold.
Cora sneered, raising her hands as a swirl of dark magic gathered at her fingertips. "Really, Rumple," she called, her voice dripping with contempt as she worked to unravel the barrier. "Hiding is beneath you."
