Neverland's Magic

Chapter One

Disclaimer::::

I do not own Harry Potter or Peter Pan (2003) Characters. Only my OC character (s).

I don't make any profit from any of my stories on this website.

Rated M due to future sexual content.

"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\

~~~Chapter One~~~

~~~Saffron's POV~~~

The spell worked. I managed to travel to 1904. When I got here, however, I got the memories belonging to Saffron Potter. It did make it easier as I got the memories of her Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins. She never met them, but she knew what they looked like, where they lived, and their jobs.

I have been here for two weeks. I normally do storytime, normally my adventures from ages 11-17. Tonight, however, it is Wendy's turn. Even though I am 17, I still believe in fairytales, and most of all, I still believe in Peter Pan, Fairies, and Neverland.

I don't think that will ever change. I have no intention of changing. No matter what my Aunt and Uncle say, I will stay as I am. They are not my parents and have no right to tell me what to do.

We do have a visitor every time we tell stories. I believe it is Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. But I remain silent, though Tinkerbell saw that I saw them the last time they visited. I don't think she told Peter, however. Hmm, it looks like they came tonight to listen again.

I sit on the window seat as Wendy stands before me, telling her brothers her story for the night.

"Cinderella flew through the air...far from all things ugly and ordinary. When she landed at the ball, she found herself...most impertinently surrounded by pirates. There was Alf Manson, so ugly his mother sold him for a bottle of Muscat. Bill Jukes, every inch of him tattooed."

I can't see the actions, but she always does when telling a story. She moves closer to her brothers and Nana. She makes a hook with her left hand. "And worst of them all, Hook, with eyes blue as forget-me-nots, save when he clawed your belly with the iron hook he has... instead of a right hand, at which time...his eyes turn red."

She is in front of her brothers, though they are trying to shuffle back. John abruptly stands and grabs a fake sword before pointing it at Wendy. "' Girlie,' said Hook, "We have come for ye glass slippers."

Wendy moves backwards. "Who be you to order me about and call me girlie? Take that!" Wendy and John begin sword fighting. I look to my left out of the corner of my eye to see that, once again, Peter is peering from the side of the window. Of course, Tinkerbell isn't far from Peter's side.

Wendy carries on. "Hook came at her." John lunges forward, his sword piercing the bookcase while Wendy ducks.

"What happened then? What happened then?" Michael asks.

"Michael, be patient. But the outcome is natural." I reply softly.

"The brave Cinderella settled the matter once and for all...with her revolver." Wendy is interrupted when Nana barks at the window, where Peter once had hidden. Wendy sneaks to the window, reaching over me to open it. Of course, no one is there. Peter hid as soon as Nana barked.

~~~3rd POV~~~

The night on which the extraordinary adventures...of these children may be said to have begun...was the night Nana barked at the window. But there was nothing there, not a bird or a leave. So, apart from Saffron, the children forgot about it, for what trouble a grown-up will never trouble a child.