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.
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Neal, Henry and Hope are sitting in a room with Emma and Tamara, Neal's fiancé, eating bagels.
That was when Henry decided to break the silence. "So, how did you guys meet?" He asked.
Neal only chuckled, bagel still in his mouth until Tamara decided to answer.
"Um... Well, I was super late to work, rushing like crazy, guzzling my giant coffee, when this guy crashed into me." She chuckled. "Hot coffee soaked my blouse. There was no time to change, so Neal gave me his scarf to hide the stains." She looked at him thoughtfully, yet also in amusement. "And he said I could keep it or call him if I wanted to return it. I decided to call and, well, we've been together ever since."
"Sound like fate." Emma commented before d before pointing towards Henry "I've got to drop Henry off with his grandpa."
"Thanks for the bagel."
"It was nice meeting you, Tamara." Henry said.
"You, too."
Neal held out his book of fairytales to Henry. "Here you go, man."
"Why don't you hold onto that?"
"Okay." Neal smiled in amusement as Henry followed Hope over to the door where Emma stood waiting. "See you."
"See you later."
When Emma came to pick Henry up from David's, she had Mary Margaret and Geppetto with her, both looking frantic.
Apparently August AKA Pinocchio AKA Geppetto's son had called Emma from the sheriffs department, saying he needed to warn her about something, but the line was cut off or something.
"If August is still at the station, he's not picking up." David concluded as the call failed once again. That was when a man made completely of wood stumbled out the door.
"August!" Emma yelled as we all ran to him. "August!" When we reached him, he had fallen to the ground, Geppetto and Emma flipping him over so his back was to the ground.
"My child." Geppetto cried. "My boy. My boy! What happened to you."
"I'm so sorry, Papa." August apologized.
"No." Geppetto shook his head. "There is nothing to apologize for. Everything is going to be all right." August's eyes moved from his father to Emma.
"Emma."
"August."
He leaned up towards her, his father helping as he struggled to do so "Emma..." he whispered. "She's...she...he let out a quiet gasp as his last breath, falling back down.
"Oh, no. Not again." Geppetto cried, sobbing over his son's body.
"August?"
"No." Mary Margaret breathed. "It can't end this way. He was supposed to get a second chance."
"What happened?" Neal asked.
"Someone killed him to stop him from telling us something." Emma answered, still shocked. "He used his last dying breath to warn us. I will not let that be in vain."
"Brave, truthful and unselfish." Henry muttered. "Brave, truthful and unselfish! That's what Pinocchio was supposed to be. There's still hope. We need the Blue Fairy." As if on cue, Mother Superior herself ran up to our group, slightly out of breath.
"I'm here, Henry."
Hope looked to the blue fairy, confused. "What does Henry mean?"
"I was able to turn Pinocchio into a real boy after he sacrificed his life for Marco's. If his actions today were indeed brave, truthful and unselfish, then you're right, there's a chance I can do it again." She explained, moving to stand next to Henry and Emma.
"Please, I beg of you. Try." Geppetto begged.
Mother superior sighed, nodding as she pulled out her blue wand. It sparkled and glowed with a blue aura surrounding it as she aimed it towards August. That same aura surrounded him a blinding light, and when it faded, there was Pinocchio, only as a little boy once again.
"Father?"
"Pinocchio?" Geppetto sniffled. He held up the boys tiny hand to him.
"Look. Look."
"I'm a real boy. I'm a real boy!" He exclaimed, standing up and hugging his father tightly just as Tamara approached. Neal finally turned, noticing her behind him.
"Honey."
"It's...it's true." She shook her head in disbelief.
Mother Superior knelt down to Pinocchio's level. "Do better this time, Pinocchio."
"Pinocchio? That's..." Neal nodded at his fiancé. Emma moved towards the little boy next, kneeling on the ground.
"Pinocchio," she started, taking his hands, "I have to ask you a question. I need you to think real hard, okay. Before you turned into a little boy, you were trying to tell us something very important. Do you remember? You were trying to warn us about something." The little boy thought for a moment, but the look on his face already told Hope the efforts were futile.
"I don't remember. If I did, I would be truthful. I promise."
Emma looked up, meeting Mary Margaret's eyes before her and Henry ran towards her, wrapping each other in a group hug.
