Hooked on a Feelin' (Harry Hook x reader)

A Narrow Escape

Cold. Overwhelming cold. The wind whipped like a knife through the barren landscape, the night as dark as the creatures who lurked in the shadows. A figure passed over the land like a bullet- desperate to seek out their target. Finally, the figure stopped at what appeared to be a throne of sorts, carved into the rocky bluff.

"Your G-grace." The figure said shakily, scrambling into a low bow.

A low voice emanated from the direction of the throne- the voice eerie and haunting.

"Why do you disturb me so, peasant?"

"We've captured the girl, Your Grace. We have her captive until the boy comes for her."

The being in the throne slowly became more visible. A massive body came into view first- muscles rippling, but numerous scars littering the entirety of the grey flesh. A head followed suit: the eyes sunken into the skull, the pupils a sickly, inky void. The skin was stretched tightly across the bones, some of them jutting out at weird angles. A grimace painted the lips of the creature- cold and unforgiving.

"Very good," it spoke "you are to keep her as a hostage and bring her and the boy to me."

The creature paused before speaking again, this time more slowly.

"Alive."

The figure in front of the throne nodded before disappearing in a cloud of smoke, the landscape turning barren once again.

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Y/N's P.O.V.

I woke up in a cold sweat, the dream I had haunting my thoughts. I went to move my hands to rub the sleep from my eyes when I realized they were bound by cold, metal cuffs attached to the wall by a heavy chain. I slowly sat up and began to take in my surroundings. The room was dark and mostly empty, but I saw my captors hunched over a low table, playing a game of cards in the light of a few gas lanterns. 

"You won't get away with this." I stated simply, my throat sore and scratchy.

My captors turned to me, smug smiles on their faces.

"Well your highness, I hate to burst your bubble, but we already did get away with this." The one closest to me sneered.

He started to walk closer to me, his leering eyes raking up and down my body in a way that made my skin crawl. 

"If I can just reach my necklace, I can call my father." I thought

My necklace was a small infinity sign on a delicate chain. My father had given it to me on my sixth birthday, with one instruction: never to take it off. If I rubbed the charm three times between my fingers, it would send a distress call to my father, alerting him immediately that I was endangered and my precise location. It was the last thing he had been able to use his magic on before they shipped him and my mother off to the Isle.

I knew I had to wait until my captors were asleep or out of the room to attempt my escape, otherwise who knows what they would do to me. 

A few hours later, I managed to free one wrist from my shackles, reaching my fingers down towards my necklace and rubbing the charm desperately. There was a flash of light and soon my father emerged from the shadows, Harry, Gil, and Uma in tow.

Harry immediately ran towards me, freeing my hands and scooping my weak body into his arms.

"Shhh, I've got ya princess" Harry soothed softly

I smiled up at him softly before passing out in his arms.

Hello all, this is your author speaking with a very important message.

First off, I do read your comments. I am aware that you all have wanted this update for a long time. I am also aware that this chapter is hardly satisfying for the wait you've had in reading it. 

The fact of the matter is, this very short chapter took me three hours and two mental breakdowns to write. I have very very little interest in the plot that I have started, and quite honestly, am not a big fan of the movies anymore. Yes, the movies are great, but I am at a very different point in my life than when I started writing this story. I am currently away at school, trying to stay safe amid all the regulations surrounding Covid-19. 

What does this mean for the future of this story?

Honestly- I have no idea. I started writing this because I was dissatisfied with the content I was finding. This is in no way a diss on any other author or any story, on Wattpad or otherwise. All I mean is, I couldn't find the exact story I wanted to read, so I wrote my own.

But I want to know what happens next right now!

This is a valid request, but I am in no state mentally to write this story at the moment.

So is this the last chapter?

No, probably not, but I don't know when I will post next.

I'm going to comment that I need a new chapter because I need to know what happens next and maybe if I beg hard enough, I'll get my chapter.

It pains me to say that this is the only reason this chapter here was written, because I saw comments asking for the next chapter and only after having an anxiety attack did I force myself to write this chapter for you, my dear readers, because I felt like I owed you that.

I don't mean to write this to point blame at any person or group of people. I simply am not in a place where writing this story makes me happy anymore. I need to take time to focus on myself and my mental health now. I may come back to this story with a new mindset eventually, but please don't be mad if this is the end. I appreciate each and every one of you who have read this story and have stuck by me. I hope this isn't goodbye, but if it is, I love you all.

Love, Sarah.