How One Princess Broke A Spell, Rebuilt A Kingdom and Reunited Several Families

Chapter Fifteen: Broken Curse

"Zelena, we have some questions for you," Harry said. "My parents gave me to you, right? We need to know where they are, and anything you can tell us about them." Zelena nodded.

"I'll tell you everything I can, but they didn't trust me with much," she admitted. "Your parents trusted me with the care of all your siblings, and you. They wanted to give them to someone no one would expect them to trust so that you would be safe." A shadow passed through Harry's eyes.

"Why couldn't I have just stayed with them? Why couldn't we have-" he radiated anger. Caitriona put her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Hook, not now," she said. "Yell at them when you find them. Right now we have to focus on doing that. Miss Zelena," she turned her attention to the redheaded witch before her. "Why did they leave?"

"They were originally trying to find a way to bring back everyone's memories so that we could all fight together," Zelena said. "But Rumplestiltskin banished them to another realm in order to stop them from managing it." Hook's jaw clenched.

"Well then where's this Rumplestiltskin? I'll hook him, I-" Zelena interrupted him.

"It's not that simple, Harry!" she said. "He's- before Auradon was created, we called him the Dark One, and he was the biggest threat to everyone's lives. He's immortal. Believe me, trying to get revenge by killing him is only going to waste your own and everyone else's time."

"He took what I care about, I'll kill him for-"

"Believe me, I love the irony but now isn't the time," Zelena cut in again. "They ran off to find a woman named Grace O'Malley. She's a well-known historical figure in Emma's world but in this realm she's a powerful sorceress with the supposed power to unravel any curse. That's who they were after." Caitriona nodded.

"Okay," she said. "Do you- do you have a way to get us to wherever they went? We'll need it in order to get there." This was all moving so fast. One minute she'd been arguing with Mal about casting the damn memory spell, the next she was talking to the wicked witch about breaking Rumplestiltskin's curse with the help of a pirate sorceress. This has quite possibly been the longest day of my life, and it's only ten thirty in the morning.

"Yes," Zelena said. "I have this." She pulled a magic bean out from her pocket. "Your parents gave me this, Harry. They knew that one day you'd want to use it, and they wanted to give it to you, but when they realized they probably weren't coming back to you they gave it to me. They told me you'd find them, and that keeping you safe on the Isle was your best chance. If I'd known about all of this at the time I probably would have explained all of this much earlier."

"You were cursed," Caitriona said. "Not your fault." Harry took the magic bean.

"I throw this into the water and I- I what? Think about the town they went to, Storybrooke? Or- or imagine their faces? How do I use it?" he asked. Zelena sighed.

"I figured you'd done your reading before getting here," she said. "You think of the place you want to go. You can use images, a place name, an address or anything else that is specific to the place you're headed for. Now, I assume you're not stupid enough to go on your own?" That was actually what they were planning, but they pretended otherwise so she wouldn't give them that look again. It was annoying enough the first time. "Good. Get whoever you're taking with you and head out, preferably today. Once the Dark One hears what you've done he'll be out for your blood." Caitriona nodded.

"Thank you," she said. Harry looked like he wanted to stay a while longer, so she added, "Harry, I'll wait outside while you say goodbye."

Saying goodbye was never something Harry knew how to do. Mostly because he'd never done it before. His parents had disappeared before he got the chance to say goodbye, and everyone else had been trapped with him so he never had to think about what would happen when he had to say goodbye to any of them.