[✔︎] 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 ✫ POST-DESCENDANTS TWO ⁷

SEVENTEEN: Disobeyed Me

Hanna wandered the Isle. It was the dead of night and not many people were in the streets as they usually were. She found it odd but she brushed the thought away. She walked aimlessly for a few minutes before she heard the footsteps of someone behind her. She ignored it and turned the corner. She continued hearing the footsteps, not paying them any mind and turning another corner. She peered at the corner of her eye and saw her stalker.

"What do you want Hook?" Hanna asked Harry who only shrugged.

"What do I want?" Harry asked. "Not much. I wanted to go see my sister. But she doesn't quite want to see me. So I thought if you came with me, she'd listen to me. She quite fancies you."

"Sure." Hanna said, walking the other way with him. "Can I ask why you want to see your sister? Not that there is anything wrong with that."

"Because Uma said I should." Harry paused. "To 'talk about things'. Though I have no idea what that means."

"You sure about that?" Hanna asked, raising her eyebrows, Harry only shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said. "Do tell me."

"You know what she meant by that." Hanna said.

"Well that will have to wait." Harry interrupted her, "We've arrived."

The two of them walked onto Harriet's ship, a flashlight shining on them.

"State your name and business." The voice said.

"Hanna Westergard." Hanna said. "And I am here to see Harriet."

"Harry Hook." Harry said rolling his eyes. "I'm here to see my sister,"

The flashlight was lowered and Hanna squinted her eyes. It was Yzla.

"Was that necessary?" Hanna asked.

Yzla only shrugged. "No but it's fun. This way to the Captain's quarters."

They followed her down the jagged steps, where Hanna nearly fell, Yzla had caught her though.

"Do you have to nearly kill yourself everytime you go down these stairs?" Yzla asked, though Hanna only shrugged.

"Possibly." Hanna said. Yzla continued forward, leaning them down to the last door at the end of the hall. Big Murph and Sammy Smee stood in front of it, swords crossed in an x in front of the door.

"Swords down," Yzla said. "We have guests."

"Guests?" Harriet called from the other side of the door, pulling it open.

Her eyes shimmered with amusement.

"Hanna!" Harriet said, pulling the redhead into a hug. "You're like the sister I never had!"

"But you have a sister?" Hanna said, though Harriet waved her off.

"Don't speak such nonsense." Harriet said, leading them into her room. She sat at a table, facing the two of them. She motioned to the two seats in front of her. "Sit." They obliged, watching her fold her arms over the table. "To what do I owe the displeasure of your company, Harold."

"My name isn't Harold." Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well your name isn't short for anything so I had to make it longer to show I'm not happy to see you." Harriet rolled her eyes. "Duh Harry. Answer my question."

"I need...help?" Harry said, spitting out the word like it was venom on his tongue.

"You need help..what?" Harriet asked, her eyes dancing with amusement as Harry sighed,

"I need help...please?" Harry asked. Harriet nodded.

"With what Harold?" Harriet asked, smiling.

"With Sam?" Harry asked, his answer sounded more like a question..

"Why do you need help with Samantha?" Harriet asked, smiling knowingly.

"You guys are both making this harder than it should be." Sammy said, rolling his eyes.

"We know." Harriet and Harry said at the same time.

"It's always like this." Big Murph said. "I hate when they talk."

"We all do." Yzla said.

"So what's your dilemma dear brother?" Harriet asked. "Is it that your girlfriend is pregnant? She is your girlfriend right? Did I miss anything?"

"You missed quite a lot." Harry said. "And yes she is."

"What do you need help with?" Harriet asked. "Is it a name? Because I would have killed you if you hadn't come to me for one."

Harry only nodded, letting Harriet rattled off names and talked and talked for hours. She slapped Harry;s face, hugged him and pushed him out the door.

"I've never been more confused in my life." Harry said, Hanna raised a brow. "Don't even Hanna."

"I wasn't going to." Hanna said as a bird stalked them. "You're seeing the bird too right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Harry asked.

"Just checking." Hanna said. "Is it my imagination or is it following us?"

"I think it is." Harry said, as Hanna walked toward it. Hanna stalked toward it, taking the paper from its beak. "What is it?"

Hanna's smile dropped.

"A letter for me from my dad." Hanna said. "Apparently spending two days away is too much for him."

Hanna unrolled the scroll, reading it quickly.

Dear Hanna Grace Westergard,

You were supposed to come home two days ago young lady. Don't think that our conversation was over just because your two friends meddled with it. We need to talk about you disobeying me young lady. You won't get away with that like you always do/

Insincerely,
HW

P.S. if you're not home in five I will come after you.

Harry peered over her shoulder, narrowing his eyes.

"Do you need my help?" Harry asked.

"No." Hanna said. "I have to do this myself."

Harry shrugged. "Suit yourself." He walked down the alleyway that led to Ursula's Fish and Chips. Hanna went in the completely opposite direction, walking through the marketplace, past Maleficent's old castle and stood on the doorstep of her father's house. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but it opened before her hand could touch it, her father's hand wrapped around her wrist.

"Hanna darling, I've been expecting you." Hans said, smiling wickedly at his daughter, dragging her inside. "Now explain why you directly disobeyed me."