#edream93 fanfic

[edream93]

I think it's time...(WLTF Outline)

So, for my Descendants folks, I'm sorry to say that I think it's time to call it. Though I know exactly how I want the story to go, I've unfortunately lost a lot of motivation for "We'll Light the Fuse" and most of my other unfinished Descendants stories.

Post D2, being part of the fandom, especially the Huma/Sea Three Side of things was so inspiring. I vibed with a great group of mutuals and for the first time I engaged in a fandom outside of just being an observer. I'm not sure exactly what I'm trying to say, but I just want to thank my readers and other Descendants mutuals. Y'all unknowingly go me through a pretty rough time in my life. I hope you're all doing well ❤️

Anyway, I said I would give an outline of how I wanted WLTF to go. If you use any substantial bits, please reference me and also let me know! I'm not doing much writing but I'm still reading!

Neverland Arc/Hooked Intermission Arc:

Uma, Mal, and the others run into Tiger Peony and the remaining Lost Children who have hidden in an underground bunker away from Pan. Tiger Peony let them know that the spell that kept Pan asleep was broken due to the blood of Hook.

--- Long story short (and this would have been told throughout the arc, not just in one scene), Neverland always needs AT LEAST a Pan and a Hook to keep the island alive and thriving. The Pan (and technically the Captain Hook) that we see in this story is just the latest one. It's kind of one of those things where technically each Pan is unique in their own way but in the end all of their collective memories and experiences come together. When King Adam and the rest of the heroes got rid of/reduced the use of magic, it caused a magical blockage for Neverland as one of the few sources of pure magic in Auradon. It also was causing the current Pan to lose himself in thoughts and memories, like he would just space out. Sometimes he would forget entire conversations or days. It was shortly after Tiger Lily became leader of Neverland that people started noticing changes in Pan. Playing less. Spending time alone. Voice getting deeper...the Boy Who is Never Supposed to Grow Up getting...older... Around that time, the island was dying and the fairies were dying out. The Isle is Pan and Pan is the Isle. The Council of Magic (more on them soon) decided it was best to put Pan to sleep to halt his aging and to also naturally unblock some of the magical build up that he was unintentionally causing due to his unexplained growth.

---Not everyone was happy with it, especially those of Neverland but it was a time where unity was needed and Neverland, a historical site was dying (due to King Adam's decision to get rid of magic but no one really wanted to talk about that) so it was an agreed upon decision. Pan was put to sleep by the Council of Magic led by Fairy Godmother and Yen Sid, his loyal and faithful fairy Tinker Bell sealed away because they feared that she would find some way to wake him up. All very humane...Not.

---What people didn't realize, except for maybe Tiger Lily and her people is that Neverland is not inherently a Good place. It's also not inherently a Bad place. It's neutral, and with everything in life, has its good and bad. With Pan being asleep and Hook held prisoner under the barrier, there were no filters for the magic to go through and though it may have seemed like the magic was once again settling, it was actually building up dangerously. As stated before, Neverland always has a Pan and it always has a Hook. Even with Pan asleep, the delicate balance was skewed and magic will always find a way to get balance back, whether its outcomes are liked or not.

Anyway, back in the current timeline, Tiger Peony tells the Auradon gang that Neverland is forcing balance once again but unfortunately, the years of being asleep as well with his deteriorating mind has warped Pan. He has killed her mother and has put most of the island under his control. Tiger Peony was able to get most of the Lost Children (the kids who live in Neverland) into the underground bunkers under the hollowed old tree of Pixie Hollow the no longer spills out pixie dust. Since the Neverland fairies have long ago disappeared (around the same time Pan was put to sleep and Tinker Bell was sealed away) beneath Pixie Hollow has been turned into a disaster station.

Tiger Peony is grieving her mother and her home and angry for ever trusting CJ and thinking that she could be better than her father. She tells Mal that she did her duty and got High King Ben and Royal Counselor Evie back. Uma quickly notices that Harry, Carlos, Sammy Smee, and Big Murph are not present. Tiger Peony's make shift lieutenants (who were supposed to be heavily implied to to be either be the descendants of or were actually the three kids from the Nightmare Before Christmas - more of a world building addition/head nod than actual important part of the story) report that they thought the remaining boys were the few Lost Children under Pan's control.

Obviously Uma and Mal are not happy.

Across the Isle, Pan is not happy. He woke up to find Evie gone (there's a reason he's so obsessed with her) and CJ lost the Boy King (Ben). Thankfully he still has his Hook (Harry.

CJ is slowly starting to realize that maybe she isn't on the same page as Pan. She wants to be great and make a name for herself but Pan seems to be ordering her around worst than her siblings did on the Isle.

Harry tries to talk sense into her one last time but Pan (because he's connected to the island) realizes that the Auradon gang are now on the Isle and that causes CJ to get angry again at the thought of Uma and Mal coming in to ruin her fun and glory again.

Eventually, Uma, Mal, and the others find Pan. Pan tries to control Harry and make him his new Hook but Harry is so freaking devoted to Uma that despite having the blood of Hook (which basically means he's more susceptible to Neverland's influence), he easily breaks free of Pan's control like swatting a fly. (The power of simping compels him and all that jazz. I mean, there's an actual reason that'll be explained but that's what it comes down to basically, Harry's loyalty and devotion to Uma and vise versa.)

---"Why follow yer scrawny ass, when I have a goddess as a Captain?"

Obviously Pan is not happy and basically throws the world's biggest tantrum. The sky darkens, the waves rise high and crash violently against the shore as a storm begins to brew. Decides that if he can't have Harry as his Hook then he'll takeaway his thimble (aka kill Uma)

Back at Auradon, Audrey, Jane, and the left behind isle kids try to cover up for the others but Fairy Godmother and Mickey soon realize where they've gone.

Back in Neverland, though Pan may seem out-numbered, he has the Neverland mermaids and the Lost Children that he does have under his control. Basically a fight starts. Uma is trying to make sure she gets Harry, Gil, and the rest of the isle kids under her protection off this damn island but is struggling with her instincts which is to just destroy everything and take Harry and Gil away, somewhere safe.

In the midst of all of this chaos, Evie suddenly "knows" what to do to put Pan back to sleep and tells CJ that she's the only person who can help them do that.

At some point Mal turns into a dragon and goes rawr, flames, rawr trying to stop Pan.

Uma, while fighting Pan gets pushed into the water where all the Neverland mermaids are waiting to tear her to shreds. They pull her down into the murkey water and soon all that's seen is blood, rising from the depths.

The others try to fight Pan but he's too powerful.

Harry gets hurt. Like bad. Like might lose a hand bad.

Evie uses magic (her magic that smells likes roses - IT'S A CLUE that I've been sprinkling all throughout the written story so far as to what's going on with Evie and who Pan thinks she is), telling CJ that she's the only one who can stop Pan.

CJ blinks and suddenly she's alone and surrounded by darkness. With a far off light ahead. She walks and finds a fairy which she eventually realizes is Tinker Bell. -below is a scene I had typed up years ago because I loved it so much-

Silently, CJ watched Tinker Bell stroke the rusted surface of the thimble. 

“He was perfect. Made all up of starlight kisses and the wind’s laughter. Unwavering belief and the feeling of warm sand between your toes,” Tinker Bell smiled brokenly, her none-bent wing fluttering slightly. “My boy. My Peter Pan. Mine. My starlight asked me, so I gave him my heart.”

“The acorn,” CJ thought, heart lead in her chest.

She sank down to her knees before the fairy. She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. 

“But was it worth it? Was it worth the years stuck here? Broken? Trapped? How could you stand to be in a place like this all alone?”

A lone tear fell down the fairy’s cheek, but her smile never wavered. “Because he is my greatest happy thought. Even if he didn’t have my heart, I would shred my wings for him if it meant he would be happy.” Tinker Bell’s beautiful fae face twisted into something simultaneously cruel and longing. “That Wendy girl would never do that. Only me. Only Tink.” Her features smoothed out, and she looked at CJ with sudden new wonderment. “You understand...don’t you?”

The shadows around them shrieked and clawed, and CJ swore as the already small circle of light that surrounded them grew smaller. 

“Tinker Bell,” she desperately clasped the fairy’s hands, careful not to touch the almost tarnished thimble held so tenderly in Tink’s hands. “If you don’t help me, there won’t be a happy thought left of your darling Pan. And my brother-” CJ bit her lip, trying to hold back the sob that was threatening to claw itself from her throat. 

She was a pirate, dammit! No time for tears! 

“I’m not good at this mushy feeling crap,” she chuckled wetly, thinking back to Harry, her idiotic, brash, overprotective, heart on his patched-sleeve brother. She wondered if she would ever see him again. If he would ever forgive her...“Probably should be the last person to talk about this, but,” CJ gripped Tink’s hands tighter, willing what little warmth was left in her into her hands, “holding out like this, keeping him in this limbo instead of letting him pass along, you’re not helping him. You’re hurting what little is left of your boy.” 

“NO!” Tinker Bell shook her head vehemently, trying to pull her hands away from CJ’s firm grip with little luck. “No. No. No. No. Nonononono. He’s mine. He’s mine! My Pan. My Peter. My-”

Tink froze in shock as CJ’s arms wrapped around her, careful of her broken wing, in an awkward but firm embrace. “It’s okay to let him go,” CJ whispered softly. “It doesn’t mean you stopped loving him. Doesn’t mean you failed. But sometimes...letting go is the best thing...because holding on tight, no matter what you intended...it’s just hurting him.”

The withering shadows and breathing darkness pressed further against the perimeter of the circle and CJ could nearly taste the smell of decay and rot and death at their backs.

“CJ?” Tink murmured, leaning into her embrace. “I’m...I’m so tired, CJ. So so tired…”

“Then sleep,” CJ whispered, holding the broken fairy in her arms. “Sleep and dream of your boy, made up of starlight and laughter and belief and the feeling of warm sand between your toes. Sleep, and when you wake up, it’ll be a whole new adventure waiting for you.”

The darkness was now licking at her skin, threatening to consume her until nothing was left. She would embrace it. It was what she deserved. 

Slowly, so slowly that CJ didn’t even notice as the darkness crept higher until the only light that remained was the dull thrum coming from the rusted thimble as Tinker Bell turned over her hand, letting the small item fall into CJ’s. 

“Laugh always. Have many adventures. Cry just as much in laughter than in fear. And...cherish your happy thoughts...even when you grow too big for them,” Tink blessed as she pressed a kiss, as soft as fluttering butterfly wings on CJ’s forehead, just as they and the darkness shattered, until all that was left was faith, trust, and pixie dust.

(Note: ) Somewhere in all of this chaos, I would explain, drop hints that CJ's mother (because the Hook siblings all have different mothers) was Zarina, a fairy like Tinker Bell that fell in love with Captain Hook and when all the villains were forced onto the Isle, she gave up her wings and became human to be with him. Obviously did not end up well for her. Hook was horrible to her and around the time she had CJ she was deathly ill. Not sure if all of that was going to be explained in the story or not but basically my idea was that even though Zarina looked like a human, she was still a Neverland fairy, and unlike other fairies like Maleficent, Neverland fairies have such a strong, almost symbiotic relationship with Neverland. Essentially she died because she was cut away from magic.

CJ appears back - now with wings and more fae like features - in Neverland with the thimble Tinker Bell gave her that basically would put Pan back to sleep. (Essentially, Tinker Bell gave Pan her heart to try to fight against the deterioration of his mind due to the magic restriction. It ties into the bigger idea of magic is not something you can control and in its own way is kind of it's own entity, but essentially the magic of Neverland fed off of that exchange in a toxic way.)

Around the same time, Uma emerges from the water in her giant Sea Witch form looking like a goddess, the bodies of the dead Neverland mermaids turning into sickly foam around her.

The wind picks up, thunder and lightning pick up, and with CJ, Mal, and Uma (and Mickey though they don't know it) working together they are able to beat Pan and put him back to sleep.

Mickey arrives on a slightly newer boat than the steamboat they stole from them, basically giving the Auradon gang a ride back to the dorms. He also has Baymax with him who Harry who is slightly woozing from blood loss is surprisingly happy to see.

CJ apologizes for all the trouble she caused and asks Tiger Peony if she can stay to help restore the island. With Pan back to sleep, she wants to make sure that the magic of the island is actually balanced and as someone with the blood of Hook, she can influence that balance more now that she's aware of it and now that Pan is back asleep. Though still grieving her mother, Tiger Peony agrees.

The arc ends with Uma, Mal and the others returning back to school, hoping that's the end of all the weirdness.

Other things that were supposed to happen in this arc that I couldn't figure out where to put in the above:

Sammy Smee and Big Murph die under Pan's control which though she wasn't close to them, causes a lot more greif than Uma initially expected because 1.) she was supposed to keep them safe and 2.) she sees how it impacts Hadie and Diego

Carlos is fine but he's left with feelings of helplessness. He felt like such a damsel in distress all throughout this experience and that's going to have impact later on in the story.

Jay starts displaying more latent magic.

I hadn't decided when exactly it was going to happen but either in this arc or towards the beginning of the next arc, it would be revealed that Evie is the Sorceress (also known as Circe) from Beauty and the Beast reincarnated. She reincarnates every few years to make sure she's always experiencing new things and not getting stuck in her ways like other people. coughcoughFairyGodmothercoughcough.

Also, the remaining parts of this arc would have probably been another 3 or 4 chapter depending on how I broke things up with one of the chapters being a last Hooked Intermission. This was supposed to be happening during the same time the others were fighting Pan.

---Basically a riot happens on the Isle starting over by the docks but quickly spreading. Right before that though, Harriet runs into Anthony's mother, Anastasia, who warns her she should go somewhere safe to protect the baby. Though she appreciates the concern from the only adult who seems to genuinely care about her (despite her being her ex's mom) Harriet, with the help of Gil's brothers, Jonas, and surprisingly Sophie (Yen Sid's assistant) - who is back on the main part of the isle after checking the generators that partially help maintain the barrier - try to stop it. Harriet quickly realizes that the riot was started by Hook who is acting strange, even for him, almost possessed. They sword fight on the Jolly Roger. Harriet gets hurt but before Hook can deal the final blow, Anthony pushes her out the way and takes the fatal blow. Anthony gets a line out about how he was never good for her before dying. Some has lit the gunpowder that's on the ship and Sophie pushes Harriet into the water before jumping in herself before the Jolly Roger explodes. It's unclear who survives but it's implied that briefly the barrier was down.

---Back at Hades's place, while all this happens, the god of the underworld is paid a visit. He seems to expect it, going to his hidden stash and asking the uninvited vistor if he would like some wine. He doesn't get a response back so decides to drain the bottle himself pittering around his home wistfully murmuring: "'She will be a child of the sea; Chained to fae land, godly blood made mortal. Death’s attendant will be kind to her, protect her before his last breath. A coat of blood red will follow in her wake. And when the second star has risen. Then the realm of the dead and the sea shall be hers . And then the throne of Zeus will be hers, bringing upon a pantheon anew.' Or something like that, right sweetheart?"

---Hades says a few more things, basically implying that even though he knows the person with him in the room is going to kill him, that he'll come back again in another form. Death always needs attending to after all and death is one of the few things that humans still fear, still give power to. The person kills him, and just before he dies, Hades smiles, pressing a trembling kiss to Peresephone's lips as she pulls the dagger from the place where his heart would be if he were truly mortal.

And...that's how the Neverland arc would end! I'll come back and write the outline for the final arc if that's something folks are interested in.

Sorry again that I can't actually commit to writing this all out but I do have some scenes here and there written out that I had been saving.

Let me know your thoughts! Did this arc go the way you expect it to?

Also, remember, you can use some of these ideas, just give me credit and share so I can read and give you all the likes and kudos!

Eternally grateful for all the support ❤️

#we'll light the fuse #disney descendants #harry hook descendants #uma descendants #edream93 writes #edream93 outlines #edream93 fanfic #edream 93 fanfiction

[neptoons1998]

Silk of Water

Yo! Here’s another chapter for this story. Hope you guys enjoy this story please reblog a, like, and comment. It keeps me going! (Pervious)

When the family finally got home, it was dusk. Melody fell asleep during the ride home. Uma was sleepy but it seemed that she was fighting.  The mermaid smiled at the child, “Do you want me to carry you?”  Eric already making the direction where Melody’s room.

The small girl looked at her oddly as she shook her head, “Okay. Just tell me when you want me to carry you.”  The pair walked towards the same direction

“Do you like your room?” Ariel asked at the child walked around the painted room. Uma looked closely at the items around the room. This was totally different than what she had before that mean blue lady took her way.

“Dis mine?” Uma asked quietly looking at the queen. The queen nodded,”Yes it yours.”

Uma walk towards the stuffed teddy bear, “Dis mine ?” The queen nodded smiling,”Yup it is.” For the next forty-five minutes, Uma walked around her room pointing out at items to make sure it is actually hers.  During that time the queen just smiled and enjoyed hearing Uma saying something.

“Okay all items are counted for it’s time for bed,” The Queen expressed to the little girl.

“Bed?” Uma parroted while tilting her head at the woman.  Ariel nodded, “Yup it’s time for bed.” She gently picked up the child and placed her on the bed.

“Squishy,” The teal headed girl commented looking up to Ariel for the mermaid response.   

“Yes very squishy,” as she placed the blanket on the child. The Queen was about to kiss Uma’s forehead like she does for Melody, but paused and just gave a smile to Uma.

“Have a good night, Uma,” Ariel voiced as she walked out of Uma’s room.

Maybe it won’t be as bad as I thought, the mermaid thought before she fell asleep.

 A couple of days passed when  King Triton arrived at her house.  The sea king would turn to human only for special occasions to see his youngest daughter. The Queen knew why the sea king came. He must have heard the news, the former mermaid thought as she saw her father standing, ‘Ariel, We need to talk about the spawn that is living here.”

“ I would kindly like you to leave father,” Ariel spoke not really shock at her father’s attitude towards the villian child.   She could only think if the sea king actually met Uma. Ariel could sense uncomfortable Uma would feel around the man. The redhead looked at her father in disappointment.

“Ariel I just telling you this because I love. She is her mother’s daughter no matter what that idiot of king says,”Triton stated looking back at his youngest daughter,  To Triton, he knows who his sister was.  Ursula was nothing but a greedy woman, only craving for power. That's what Triton saw in that spawn of his sister, another reincarnation of the sea witch. The sea king would be damn if he let that spawn ruin lives of the new population who wasn’t there of dealing with the villain.

“Please father I need you to leave right,” Ariel uttered not looking at her father.  The sea king nodded to the request,”Ariel if that spawn is out of line once. I will not hesitate in killing it. I’m always a king first, I hope you will understand.”

After voicing out his threat the sea king left his youngest daughter ’s castel to his home the sea and he will protect whatever the cost it may be.

#Silk of Water fanfic #mine #fanfiction #my fanfiction #Uma #uma descendants #uma deserves better #disney descendants #@edream93 is great #Kid!Uma #The little Mermaid #Ariel disney

[dani-luminae]

hey, hello, I need a little help and I don't know who to ask: "). I'm looking for a descendants fanfic ... but I don't remember the name or the author (fuck my memory). The only thing I remember is that I think it was divergent from the canon, the author was here on Tumblr, and it had mickey Mouse (I also think it had Ben / evie, but I'm not sure) I know is not the best description but you know the famdon better than I do, i dont find them in Ao3, and i getting desperate :") sorry for the botter.

Hmm, I don't know the fanfic you're talking about anon, but I'll tag some fellow Descendants friends who might know what you're asking about!

@descendantofthesparrow

@edream93 I believe has a fic with Mickey Mouse in it? Sorry if that's wrong

@amityravenclawelf

@nocturna-from-the-island

@harriyanna

If any of you guys know what fic anon's searching for, please reblog with a link!

Sorry I don't have a straightforward answer for you, anon, but hopefully we can get to the bottom of this and find the fic you're looking for!

#tags deleted so hopefully this doesn't appear in the descendants tags anymore

[dxscxndxnts]

Spare link to some good Huma fics, including your own? ❤️

Here’s a link to my master list of fanfics! Majority of them are Huma, there are a couple Audruma fics in there, but Harry is still there :)

Also check out @kindofchaoticgood and @edream93 ! They both have great fics that I still follow!

#descendants 2 #descendants #disney descendants #uma descendants #harry hook #huma #uma daughter of ursula #descendants 3 #harry x uma #uma x harry hook

[kindofchaoticgood]

Scroll through your manuscript with your eyes closed. Whichever phrase your cursor lands on is the “title” for your story. Do this eight times for fun.

Lines from Chapter 5 of my Descendants/Huma fanfic ‘Til the Storm Comes and the World is Quiet’ Thanks @edream93 for tagging me!

1. “And from her current position in the air, she can clearly see bright red sucker marks around his throat.”

2. “Moana sighs shakily and disentangles herself from Ariel.”

3. “Where the fuck have you been?”

4. “As the video goes on, Melody flinches when the guards and the children start to fight, and Moana looks horror-stricken when the Auradonians point their guns at the two boys.”

5. “Once upon a time, Ariel would have said yes without any hesitation.”

6. “After all, is she is poisoned, then it wouldn’t have been Ben harming her, it would have been Melendez.”

7.  “Ursula isn't exactly above strangling a child who isn't quick enough to get out of her way, and she especially hates her nieces, who make up the bulk of the children that hang around the Chip Shoppe at any given time.”

8. “At the same time, part of her is screaming for her to grab the knife in her boot and fillet the bitch.”

I tag @okayaqua and @whats-a-queen-without-a-king

#til the storm comes and the world is quiet #descendants fanfiction #descendants 2 #disney descendants #moana #princess ariel #the little mermaid #ursula #melody of atlantica #auradon #ben descendants

[edream93]

We’ll Light the Fuse Update: Chapter 21 “Tension”

After almost two years, we have an update. Read here on AO3 or here on Fanfic.net

Story Summary:

King Ben is a benevolent ruler and works hard to keep the promises that he makes. Even to those who put him under a love spell…

“I made you a promise to give you your chance,” it said in the margins next to the elegantly scripted offered new title, “Royal Councilor to the King, Ms. Uma of the Isle, Captain of the Lost Revenge”.

“You gotta be messing with me,” was the first thing out of Uma’s mouth.

Not D3 compliant. Canon divergent after D2.

Chapter Song Inspirations:

Love From the Other Side by Fall Out Boy

#disney descendants #freddie facilier #uma descendants #descendants uma #disney's descendants #we'll light the fuse #edream93 fanfic #edream93 fanfiction #yep #i'm still alive

[edream93]

Me: Busy, tired, and having tons of papers to grade and projects to complete

Also me: …I think I’m going to start a Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Gargoyles crossover fanfic

#edream93 says stuff #I really don’t have time for a new fanfic fixation

[edream93]

We'll Light the Fuse Update: Chapter 20 "A Hooked Intermission Part 2"

I know, it's been a while since I've updated this story. You can find the new chapter here on AO3 and here on Fanfic.net.

Story Summary:

King Ben is a benevolent ruler and works hard to keep the promises that he makes. Even to those who put him under a love spell...

“I made you a promise to give you your chance,” it said in the margins next to the elegantly scripted offered new title, “Royal Councilor to the King, Ms. Uma of the Isle, Captain of the Lost Revenge”.

“You gotta be messing with me,” was the first thing out of Uma’s mouth.

Not D3 compliant. Canon divergent after D2.

Chapter Song Inspirations:

Blood Sweat & Tears (Cover) by DooPiano

Feel Good Inc (Cover) by Closed On Sunday

A Quiet Mountain Town by Cameron Chambers

#we'll light the fuse #disney descendants #harriet hook #Hades #uma x harry hook #edream93 fanfic #edream93 fanfiction #it's been a year since i've updated this story

[edream93]

To All Those I’ve Ever Loved Before - Part 2 (Huma AU)

I LIVE!!!! Here's Part 2 of the To All The Boys Huma AU I started years ago. You can also read it here on A03 and also here on FF.net. You can also read Part 1 here on Tumblr.

Before The Letters Went Out, First Day of School

Life after Harriet went to France for college was weird.

Though Jay still sent random memes to Harry, he had stopped coming by the Hook household, and the few times they had unintentionally bumped into each other in town had been awkward and seemingly forced at best. Harry was frustrated and honestly, a bit hurt, but he really couldn’t blame Jay. When they had first started dating, Harriet had done the unthinkable and had made the infamous playboy Jay change his ways. If that wasn’t telling about how much Jay liked his sister, then Harry didn’t know what else could. It would take a while for his friend to get over his sister. Harry just hoped that Jay getting over Harriet didn’t mean that he lost the most important person to him outside of his family.

“Um, are you just going to sit there like a zombie, or are you going to drive us to school?” CJ snapped him out of his daze from her place in the passenger seat. “Because I mean, I’m not against cutting school, but could we at least go somewhere fun?”

“Shut up,” Harry sighed as he put the car that he used to share with Harriet into drive, tuning CJ out as she complained about how boring 6th grade was going to be. Less than half an hour later, CJ was dropped off at school, and Harry found himself entering the halls of Auradon High.

The halls were filled with people. Teachers making their way to their classes with large coffee-filled thermoses. Students comparing schedules with each other for the umpteenth time. Jay at his locker, making eye contact with Harry when he looked up.

It felt like the world had slowed down when their eyes met, Harry holding his breath, wondering if Harriet breaking up with him meant that Jay didn’t want to be friends with Harry any longer. But then Jay flashed him a smile. It wasn’t as big as it usually was, but Harry found himself smiling back, feeling a little more confident that maybe, things wouldn’t have to change between them.

He was still smiling at Jay, turning to walk backward to keep the other boy in his sight for just a bit longer when he bumped into someone, pushing them into their locker.

“Hey! Watch it!” a familiar voice shrieked.

It took a lot of effort for Harry to not roll his eyes at her attitude and walk away, but Harriet had literally beaten into him to always be a gentleman, even with arrogant brats like Audrey Rose, his ex-best friend who stood before him in all her powder pink glory.

“Sorry, Audrey,” Harry sighed, hoping a quick apology would end things quicker.

“Oh, you would be sorry if you got any of that damn fishy smell from that hand-me-down leather jacket of yours on my new outfit!” Audrey hissed, nose scrunching in distaste.

Harry grinned, ready to let out a cutting retort when a slim arm hung itself off of his left shoulder. “God, Audrey. Let’s just be honest, Harry has better style and can whip out a better eyeliner wing than you’ll ever be able to dream of, Princess.”

Mal, Harry’s second-best friend, and Audrey’s worst enemy, grinned as Audrey’s face squished up in anger before she spun on her heels and angrily stumped away, students quickly moving to the side to get out of her way. “And people call me a dragon-bitch,” Mal chuckled, removing her arm from Harry’s shoulder before looping it with his.

“Ye do know I could have handled that, right?” Harry essentially pouted as Mal tugged his arm, leading him to their first class.

“And pass up on an opportunity to piss little Miss Priss off?” Mal scoffed. “No way!”

Harry snorted as he tried to hold back laughter. “Don’t come complain’ to me when the Powder Puff tries to scratch your eyes out with those perfectly manicured nails of hers in your sleep.”

Mal snorted tugging on his arm down the hall. “Like she would try. Besides,” she paused, looking at him from the corner of her eyes, “didn’t you hear? Audrey and Uma split up again over the break so she’s been spending more time at her dad’s place. Aurora is worried because Audrey won’t talk to her and mom is brooding because Aurora is worried, and-”

“And what about you?” Harry asked with a frown, stopping them in the middle of the hall.

Mal’s expression was blank before she smirked. Despite Audrey and her mother having moved in with Mal and her mom after Audrey’s parent’s very public divorce at the start of seventh grade, Mal never really shared much about her actual feelings in regards to her pseudo-step-sister outside of the usual barbs Mal tossed out when Audrey crossed paths with Harry. “I’m just happy that I can take a shower without all the hot water being used up for once,” she answered with a smirk before tugging him along once again behind her.

Fine, if she doesn’t want to talk about it, Harry thought, I’m not going  to force the lass. Glancing over his shoulder and no longer seeing Jay anywhere in sight, Harry sighed. He already had his own drama to worry about.

---

The beginning of junior year was relatively uneventful save for just how weird and off things felt between Harry and Jay during the first two weeks. They still met up every Tuesday and Thursday for lunch on the bleachers, but conversation felt stilted and slow between them, the once easy dialogue between them gone.

“Ugh,” Jay finally threw up his hands one day during their lunch. Harry who had been trying to balance an empty water bottle on his finger startled at the loud noise. “This shouldn’t be weird. We’re not weird. Just because things between Harriet and me are- are-”

“Sunken like the Titanic?” Harry tried to finish, earning himself a none too gentle punch in the arm.

“Shut up, dummy,” Jay said, though his tone had no heat. “As I was saying before, I was so rudely interrupted. Even though things didn’t work out between Harriet and me, you’re still my best friend,” he said so softly. And oh no, that funny feeling like dolphins doing flips on steroids in Harry’s stomach started up again like it usually did when big tough Jay showed this rare soft and vulnerable side of himself.

Hoping his cheeks weren’t a prominent red, Harry cleared his throat, looking down at where his hand was so close to Jay’s on the bleachers. It wouldn’t have been the first time they held hands, both boys very comfortable with showing each other physical affection since they were young, even until now. But as Harry sat there with Jay’s attention entirely on him, he couldn’t help but feel like if he reached out and held Jay’s hand, something would fundamentally shift between them. And despite the edgy, devil-may-care personality that Harry attempted to give off, everything felt like it was happening so suddenly, changing quicker than he could keep up with. Couldn’t everything just stay the same?

Licking his lips to give him one extra second to compose himself, Harry grinned easily at Jay, throwing an arm around the other boy in a way that only years of casual friendship would allow.

“And you call me the dummy. Of course, I’m still your best friend! Who else do ye think will deal with your annoying arse?”

A snort-like laugh escaped Jay’s mouth as he pushed playfully against Harry. “Asshole. Hey, did you catch that new movie last night?”

And just like that, the awkwardness eased. Jay was still healing from his breakup with Harriet, but Harry was just happy to have his friend back. That was enough. Things had changed, like Harriet being on the other side of the world, but despite that, Harry felt like this school year would be just like any other school year. Harriet would find some way to hark him about his math grades. Mal would continue to sneak off campus for her strawberry smoothie fix. Audrey would still be stuck up bitch. And Jay…devilishly handsome Jay would be right by his side for whatever junior year had in store for them.

Harry firmly believed that right up until the next day when Uma Tritaea shoved him against a locker with one hand gripping his collar, a familiar envelope with her name on it, written in his handwriting being shoved into his face with the other.

“You better start explaining what the hell you’re up to with sending me this letter, Hook!” she snarled, brown eyes lit with righteous fury.

Blanching, Harry’s mind short-circuited. How? Was the only word that went through his mind. How?

Before he could even figure out what to say or even ask her how she had gotten the letter that admittedly was written to her detailing all the embarrassing details of his little seventh-grade crush on her but was never actually meant for her to ever read, he saw Jay walking towards them over Uma’s shoulder. Relief bloomed in Harry’s chest before cold dread instantly set in. Another familiar letter that Harry instantly knew had Jay’s name written on it in his own damning handwriting and that described much more recent details of Harry’s crush on him in his hand.

HOW?!?!

Hours later, alone in his room, Harry would wonder what the hell was going through his head with what he did next. Looking from Jay’s almost unreadable expression as he approached closer to Uma’s enraged one, Harry didn’t think. Just acted.

And that was how he found his lips pressed against a suddenly frozen Uma’s for their second kiss, Harry’s second kiss he had first been kissed by her in that game of truth or dare back in seventh grade. At that moment, Harry realized two things at that moment: 1.) Uma was going to kill him and 2.)...her lips still tasted like her favorite gummy fish candy.

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You're a Gryffindor, Hook: Sneak Peek - Summer Before 3rd Year

Uma blinked up at the pale blue material of the canopy above her. For a moment, she was confused why she wasn’t seeing either the dark wood-boarded ceiling of her mother’s cabin or the intricately woven nets with glittering collected bits and bobs of the Smee boathouse. A sea breeze blew in, reorientating her, and then she remembered.

Greece.

She breathed deeply then turned her head. It was only due to years of helping Harry watch CJ that Uma was able to hold a shriek back when her eyes met a dark pair of solemn ones that peered at her from the side of her bed. Instead, she arched a brow.

“Something I can help you with, Hadie?”

The little boy, barely 8 years old, was silent as he lifted a pale hand holding a red peony up. Uma tilted her head as she sat up. She took the offering from the silent boy. She took the time to inspect its delicate beauty before nodding and gently tucking the flower into the vase on a small table next to her bed. The vase already had a little over a dozen different flowers in it. A status charm had been placed over them to keep them as fresh as the day they were given to her. When she turned back, Hadie was gone, just like every morning since Uma arrived at the home of an uncle and aunt she just barely remembered meeting briefly when she was younger. Deciding that it would be no use to continue to ponder her younger cousin’s strange but somewhat adorable morning ritual, Uma forced herself to get up and get ready for the day.

She dressed in shorts and a summery blouse - clothing much nicer than Harriet’s hand-me-downs. Uma would loathe to admit it to anyone except for maybe Gil - because the boy was the poster child of Hufflepuff values and would never even think to tease her about it - but as she looked at herself in the mirror wearing pastel blues and greens she couldn’t help but think that she looked...pretty. She wondered briefly what Harry and Gil would think, more out of habit and missing their presence than anything else.

After spending nearly all of the school year with either one or both of them practically glued to her side it felt...strange not having them at arms reach. Without thinking, she slid the black and white beaded bracelet that had a single red bead onto one of her wrists. It was a gift that Harry had made soon after their sorting that he only giggled and tugged one of her braids in response when she asked why he made it for her. She then took a simple brown leather hair tie to pull her braids up into a ponytail - borrowed indefinitely from Gil before Potions one day when she forgot her own. Satisfied with her appearance, Uma made her way downstairs.

The home of her aunt and uncle was much larger and elegant than even the dorm rooms of Hogwarts. However, despite its size and obvious high price tag, the home did not feel cold or detached. Warm natural sunlight filtered into the rooms and there were signs here and there that the large house was actually lived in and not just a showroom for display like Uma remembered seeing in a Muggle magazine. The welcoming space along with the smell of the sea salt made Uma feel at home in a way that she only really ever experienced small and way too cramped but lovingly cared for quarters of the Hook/Smee houseboat.

“Good morning dear,” her aunt greeted as Uma entered the kitchen. “I see that Hadie woke you up.”

There was a larger, more formal dining area but Kore, as her aunt had requested Uma to call her, preferred most family dinners to take place at the more intimate and less formal kitchen table tucked into a corner of the room that had big floor to ceiling windows that were often open in the morning to let the warm sea breeze in.

Uma nodded, taking a seat at the table just as Kore placed a plate of delicious-looking food before her. “He gave me another flower.”

Kore chuckled, an almost unearthly musical sound that made Uma wonder not for the first time if the beautifully tanned tall woman had some veela in her. “Have you figured out their meaning yet?” she asked as moved around the kitchen, stirring pots of delicious smelling somethings by hand and by wand. Several different potions Uma knew though she couldn’t distinguish from smell alone exactly what the older witch was making.

Uma nodded, eating a spoonful of the yogurt and honey given to her. “A few. My friend sent me a book the other day that talked about flowers and their meanings.”

“Gil, correct?” Kore moved away from the bubbling cauldrons, a cup of coffee in her hands. Again, Uma nodded, silently observing how her aunt put up stasis charms around the cauldrons, wordless and wandless. Powerful as she was beautiful, Uma noted to herself. “I hope to meet him one day,” Kore continued. “Your other friend, the dramatic one, too,” she teased with a knowing glint in her eyes.

The young witch rolled her eyes. Leave it to Harry James Hook to have already written and sent her a novel’s length letter of his dramatic tale of being forced by Harriet to hand repair the sails as soon as he had stepped foot onto their houseboat.

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You’re a Gryffindor, Hook: Year 2, Part 3

Update! Here’s part 2 of Year 2 of “You’re a Gryffindor, Hook”  if you need it. You can also read it on AO3. Enjoy!

“Uma! Gil! Over here! We saved you some seats!” Ben waved enthusiastically. He chose to ignore Audrey’s indignant, “Ben! No we didn’t!” and the rude murmurings of some older Gryffindors behind him.

He watched as Uma’s brow furrowed in consideration as she quickly sized him up. The Prince of Gryffindor - a title he honestly loathed but was hard to shrug off when you came from a long line of influential witches and wizards who had all been sorted into Gryffindor for generations - bit his cheek to hold back a chuckle. She always seemed hesitant to accept his offer but it never took her long to make a decision. Ben honestly felt it was all for show, to retain some sort of Slytherin aloofness. 

Pulling the hesitant and much larger Hufflepuff behind her with surprising strength, Uma cut through the crowd of Gyrrinfdors between them with sure steps and head held high. She sat in the seat next to Ben with effortless grace, having an edge of regality that even Audrey, with all of her etiquette lessons that her grandmother forced her to attend when they were younger, couldn’t mimic. It was just pure Uma.

Ben only could think of two other people who could move with such assuredness but he knew they both were sitting on the other side of the stadium where the rest of the House of Slytherin and the House of Ravenclaw sat. 

“Should we be sitting here?” Gil pulled Ben’s attention away from Uma to the Hufflepuff. 

“No!” Audrey leaned over Ben.

“Audrey!” Ben chastised, disappointment for one of his oldest friends apparently evident on his face. Audrey looked away, pouting. Turning back to his other two schoolmates, a flash of concern hit Ben as he watched Gil still stand, almost folded into himself. He hated seeing Gil like that. Hated that he played some role in that...Before he could reassure the taller blonde boy though, Uma was already speaking.

“Aren’t you here to see Harry play?” Uma asked simply, her expression hard to read.

Gil didn’t speak but nodded enthusiastically as if the Slytherin girl has just asked him if he wanted his favorite treat. 

“And didn’t you say you wanted to cheer him on with me?”

Another enthusiastic nod.

“Then sit down.”

Ben found himself smiling as Gil immediately sat down, all hesitancy and discomfort wiped from his face as he seemed to bounce in his seat, eyes searching, Ben assumed, for Harry. Though her facial features didn’t change from her typical nonchalant expression, Ben saw Uma squeeze Gil’s arm in silent praise. 

Good, he thought to himself. Gil deserved more people who cared in his life.

The rest of the game went on as expected. In the end, it was the Gryffindor stands that loudly roared with pride as Harry made his third goal of the game just as the Gryffindor Seeker found and caught the snitch. 

Cheers rang loudly around Ben as the team did a victory lap in the air before landing. The stands quickly spilled out into the field, surrounding the winning team. Everyone gave the team congratulatory pats on the back, some upperclassmen even clapping Harry on the back. But Ben could already tell that Harry wasn’t really paying attention, eyes searching the crowd with an intense gaze that only softened when he saw Gil’s taller frame. 

The Prince of Gryffindor found that Harry Hook’s post-game ritual was still fairly predictable despite the addition of Gil sweeping Harry into an almost crushing hug. Ben felt Audrey tugging on his arm irritatedly, probably further annoyed by the objects of his attention, but the scene that played out never seemed to not intrigue Ben. Harry stepped away from Gil, giving the blonde a friendly shove before running his hands through his wind-swept dark hair. And then like a magnet, his eyes snapped to where Uma stood, and it was like everyone around them was blocked out by a bubble that surrounded just the two as Harry reached for her hand, kissing the back of it with a smirk and a wink.

Ben smiled, turning away and letting Audrey pull him away to congratulate Herkie, one of the Gryffindor Beaters. 

 ---

“You don’t have to be so damn stubborn lass. Ol’ Smee has practically adopted ye. No need to be portkeyed away to a complete bunch of strangers for the summer.”

Though this scene had played out for the last few weeks since they had first started discussing their plans for the summer before their fourth year, Gil still looked up from his spot on the floor of one of the Hogwarts Express’s compartments that they had commandeered for themselves. He had been doodling in his journal - sketches of different plants, wizard and muggle alike, mixed in with half-drawn sketches of a certain Gryffindor quidditch chaser flying on his broomstick with windswept hair or a girl with braids daydreaming over potions work - back pressed against one of Uma’s legs as the other one was folded underneath her, hands distractedly making little braids in his long hair. He couldn’t see the expression on her face but the unintentional harsh tug on his hair, followed immediately by an apologetic pat on Gil’s shoulder told him she was annoyed with having to have this conversation again.

“Smee doesn’t need another head to worry about. Plus the Jolly Roger is too small of a houseboat as is with you, your sisters, the twins, Sammy, and Smee. Any more people and the boat would probably sink,” Uma sighed, barely hidden irritation in her tone. 

“How dare you question the integrity of a beautiful ship like my darling Jolly Roger?” Harry snorted as he adjusted his position taking up all of the seats on the other side of the compartment. “And it’s not like you haven’t spent a summer with us before with how your ma is.”

Gil frowned. He knew about Harry’s sisters and the Smees. He knew about Harry’s dad even though the boy himself never seemed to talk about him, at least not when Gil was around. But Uma’s family...Gil knew she had a mother, and apparently an aunt and uncle that she had met once when she was much younger and was apparently spending the summer with, but everything else he knew was based on observations or what Harry and Uma  didn’t  say. Gil never pushed for answers though content to just wait for them to tell him when they were ready. He figured also he would probably say the wrong thing. Though both Uma and Harry had made it clear in their own individual and collective ways that Gil was a member of their crew (  “What? Haven’t heard the rumor that the only reason why a Gryffindor and Slytherin would  willingly  hang out with each other is because they’re both pirates, Gilly?”) Gil still had moments where he could understand the confusion that everyone wore when they saw the three of them walk down the halls of Hogwarts together. 

“Harry, enough. I’ve already made my decision,” Gil could feel the growl in her words vibrate down her leg and into his back. “You’re not changing my mind,” she said, effectively ending the conversation.

Uncertainty leaking into his action, Gil blindly reached back, placing his hand over Uma’s, giving her much smaller hand a gentle squeeze. It must have been the right thing to do because the broken-off foot of a chocolate frog was pressed against his lips from the girl behind him, his lips opening without hesitation at the rare gift. (Uma loved chocolate frogs and was notoriously known for being bad at willingly sharing them with anyone, even Harry.) 

Gil glanced up at Harry as he chewed and swallowed the treat. Harry pouted and rolled off the seat that he had been sprawled along for the majority of the trip. The journal that Gil had been doodling in was gently removed from his hands, being replaced with the head of one still pouting Gryffindor. Gil didn’t blink. It hadn’t taken very long into his friendship to realize that Harry Hook, infamously known as the snake amongst lions, was a very tactile person and was always seeking some form of a physical connection with the few he allowed into his circle. Playing with Uma’s braids when his gaze turned far away. A casual arm thrown with little thought around both Gil’s and Uma’s shoulders after a Gryffindor match. Leaning against Gil in moments when the dark-haired boy got so quiet that sometimes even Uma had difficulties getting him to speak... 

With Uma at his back now combing distracted fingers through his hair and Harry flipping through Gil’s sketches, a comforting warmth settled in Gil, distracting him from the conversation the other two were currently having without need for any of his input. He still felt unsure in how he fits into their dynamic, still not clear on why they even included him, but Gil, as always, decided not to worry, content in feeling the lulling drag of Uma’s fingers through his hair and the scent of broom polish and leather that clung to Harry. Closing his eyes, he tried to memorize this moment, wishing briefly that he had his journal to sketch this moment to hold him through the long summer months without them.

The prodding of something just to the side of his mouth brought Gil’s eyes open. He looked down to see a worried frown on Harry’s face as he looked up at him, still lightly jabbing the end of a sugar quill at the Hufflepuff’s face. 

“What’s going on in that blonde little head of yours Gilly?” Gil blinked, before biting off a piece of the sweet and sour candy. 

And because Gil was Gil he said honestly and without hesitation: “I’m going to miss you both.”

Uma tapped his back, motioning for him to lean forward as she moved from behind him. It took a few seconds of shifting around but Gil eventually found himself sitting on the floor between his two friends, Uma’s back against the wall with her legs tossed over his lap and Harry squished against the door with his arm thrown on the seat behind Gil’s head, playing with one of the braids that Uma had done in Gil’s hair. 

“You’re talking like we won’t be owling each other every other day,” Uma snorted with a roll of her eyes that didn’t do much to hide the fondness in them. “I swear that by the time school starts back up you’ll be tired of reading the pages long poems that Harry calls letters.”

“Epic tales, lass,” Harry leaned further into Gil to reach and tug at one of her braids in a teasing reprimand. “And both of ye should be honored to read such masterpieces.” 

Uma adjusted herself so that she could kick at Harry but he caught her foot and began tickling it, peals of startled laughter filling the train compartment. And Gil, crowded in the middle on both sides by these two felt the last drags of his uncertainty fall away as for the first time in a long time, he knew where he belonged.

When it was time for them to go their separate ways at the station, Gil could only grin when Uma pulled him into a tight hug despite her much smaller size. 

“Keep in touch, okay?” Uma murmured into his neck before releasing him only for Harry to grab his face and place an unnecessarily wet kiss right in the middle of Gil’s forehead, fondly ruffling the blonde’s hair with a mischievous giggle.

“Don’t miss my beautiful face too much, Gilly.”

Gil chuckled. “No promises,” he said, pulling both of them to him for one last group hug before they parted for the summer. 

Gil watched as Harry made his way through the crowds towards a young woman dressed in dull Ministry robes, her familiar sharp facial features despite her much darker complexion indicating to Gil that this was probably Harriet Hook. Harry made a comment that made her roll her eyes but Gil could tell that despite her look of annoyance, she was happy to see her brother again before pulling him towards the nearest apparition point. Uma was headed towards where the international portkeys departed, Gil watching the back of her small but commanding frame until she was out of sight.

“I hope you three keep in touch over the summer, Gil,” a familiar voice said behind him.

Gil smiled, turning to face Ben. “We will,” he replied with confidence.

Ben returned his smile. “Good. Ready to head home?” he asked tilting his head to where they both could see Mrs. Potts and her son Chip - a former Hufflepuff who had graduated several years before they had even started at Hogwarts - right next to her. Chip waved, at them, turning to let his mother know he had spotted them. 

Gil only nodded, following after Ben, feeling much like he was leaving home, instead of returning.

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So...I did another thing...

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mal & Uma & Evie, Mal & Uma & Evie & Carlos, Gil & Harry Hook, future Uma/Harry Hook, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Uma (Disney), Mal (Disney), Evie (Disney), Gil (Disney: Descendants), Harry Hook, Harriet Hook, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Witch AU, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, I have no idea where this is going Summary:

Evie, Mal, and Uma just wanted to get away from their mother's shadows and start their own coven. It was supposed to be a plan so simple that even Mal and Uma's constant bickering couldn't mess up.

Magic, however, always has other plans...

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We’ll Light the Fuse Chapter 20 Sneak Peek

Harriet clicked her teeth into a scowl as yet another pickpocketing brat, one of Shan Yu’s lot, tried to slip their grimy little paws into her pocket.  She was already regretting her rash decision to ditch her infamous red leather jacket for an oversized, mildewy smelling jacket she had snatched from a clothesline. But despite her family’s penchant to be a bunch of dramatic and showy scallywags, Harriet Hook understood the importance of discreetness. 

After all, the Mistresses of Chernabog were stalking her.

They clung to the shadows, the fanatic cult of old hags that every parent on the Isle threatened to throw their welps at when they started to act up. Even on the Isle where magic couldn’t thrive, the Mistresses of Chernabog regularly made offerings to their Dark Lord. They usually kept towards the craggy shores that faced the Isle of the Doomed. The only time they ever moved close to the congested streets of the Isle of the Lost was when they planned a human sacrifice. Usually, an unfortunate child who didn’t have a gang to watch their back.

“So why in Barbosa’s bad name are they following me?” Harriet muttered as she glanced quickly over her shoulder. The old witches clung to the shadows, hidden from most of the Isle’s residents by their dark gray cloaks. The superstitious part of herself wondered if the hags had found a way to sneak magic onto the Isle afterall.

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You’re a Gryffindor, Hook Part 4 Sneak Peek

“You don’t have to be so damn stubborn lass. Ol’ Smee has practically adopted ye. No need to be portkeyed away to a complete bunch of strangers for the summer.”

Though this scene had played out for the last few weeks since they had first started discussing their plans for the summer before their fourth year, Gil still looked up from his spot on the floor of one of the Hogwarts Express’s compartments that they had commandeered for themselves. He had been doodling in his journal - sketches of different plants, wizard and muggle alike, mixed in with half-drawn sketches of a certain Gryffindor quidditch chaser flying on his broomstick with windswept hair or a girl with braids daydreaming over potions work - back pressed against one of Uma’s legs as the other one was folded underneath her, hands distractedly making little braids in his long hair. He couldn’t see the expression on her face but the unintentional harsh tug on his hair, followed immediately by an apologetic pat on Gil’s shoulder told him she was annoyed with having to have this conversation again.

“Smee doesn’t need another head to worry about. Plus the Jolly Roger is too small of a house boat as is with you, your sisters, the twins, Sammy, and Smee. Any more people and the boat would probably sink,” Uma sighed, barely hidden irritation in her tone. 

“How dare you question the integrity of a beautiful ship like my darling Jolly Roger?” Harry snorted as he adjusted his position taking up all of the seats on the other side of the compartment. “And it’s not like you haven’t spent a summer with us before with how your ma is.”

Gil frowned. He knew about Harry’s sisters and the Smees. He knew about Harry’s dad even though the boy himself never seemed to talk about him, at least not when Gil was around. But Uma’s family...Gil knew she had a mother, and apparently an aunt and uncle that she had met once when she was much younger and was apparently spending the summer with, but everything else he knew was based on observations or what Harry and Uma didn’t say. Gil never pushed for answers though content to just wait for them to tell him when they were ready. He figured also he would probably say the wrong thing. Though both Uma and Harry had made it clear in their own individual and collective ways that Gil was a member of their crew (“What? Haven’t heard the rumor that the only reason why a Gryffindor and Slytherin would willingly hang out with each other is because they’re both pirates, Gilly?”) Gil still had moments where he could understand the confusion that everyone wore when they saw the three of them walk down the halls of Hogwarts together. 

“Enough. I’ve already made my decision,” Gil could feel the growl in her words vibrate down her leg and into his back. “You’re not changing my mind, Hook,” she said, effectively ending the conversation.

Uncertainty leaking into his action, Gil blindly reached back, placing his hand over Uma’s, giving her much smaller hand a gentle squeeze. It must have been the right thing to do because the broken off foot of a chocolate frog was pressed against his lips from the girl behind him, his lips opening without hesitation at the rare gift. (Uma loved chocolate frogs and was notoriously known for being bad at willingly sharing them with anyone, even Harry.) 

Gil glanced up at Harry as he chewed and swallowed the treat. Harry pouted and rolled off the seat that he had been sprawled along for the majority of the trip. The journal that Gil had been doodling in was gently removed from his hands, being replaced with the head of one still pouting Gryffindor. Gil didn’t blink. It hadn’t taken very long into his friendship to realize that Harry Hook, infamously known as the snake amongst lions, was a very tactile person and was all seeking some form of physical connection. Playing with Uma’s braids when his gaze turned far away. A casual arm thrown with little thought around both Gil’s and Uma’s shoulders after a Gryffindor match. Leaning against Gil in moments when the boy got so quiet that sometimes even Uma had difficulties getting him to speak. 

With Uma at his back now combing distracted fingers through his hair and Harry flipping through Gil’s sketches, a comforting warmth settled in Gil, distracting him from the conversation the other two were currently having without need for any of his input. He still felt unsure in how he fit into their dynamic, still not clear on why they even included him, but Gil, as always, decided not to worry, content in feeling the lulling drag of Uma’s fingers through his hair and the scent of broom polish and leather that clung to Harry. Closing his eyes, he tried to memorize this moment, wishing briefly that he had his journal to sketch this moment to hold him through the long summer months without them.

The prodding of something just to the side of his mouth brought Gil’s eyes open. He looked down to see a worried frown on Harry’s face as he looked up at him, still lightly jabbing the end of a sugar quill at the Hufflepuff’s face. 

“What’s going on in that blonde little head of yours Gilly?” Gil blinked, before biting off a piece of the sweet and sour candy. 

And because Gil was Gil he said honestly and without hesitation: “I’m going to miss you both.”

Uma tapped his back, motioning for him to lean forward as she moved from behind him. It took a few seconds of shifting around but Gil eventually found himself sitting on the floor between his two friends, Uma’s back against the wall with her legs tossed over his lap and Harry squished against the door with his arm thrown on the seat behind Gil’s head, playing with one of the braids that Uma had done in Gil’s hair. 

“You’re talking like we won’t be owling each other every other day,” Uma snorted with a roll of her eyes that didn’t do much to hide the fondness in them. “I swear that by the time school starts back up you’ll be tired of reading the pages long poems that Harry calls letters.”

“Epic tales, lass,” Harry leaned further into Gil to reach and tug at one of her braids in a teasing reprimand. “And both of ye should be honored to read such masterpieces.” 

Uma adjusted herself so that she could kick at Harry but he caught her foot and began tickling it, peals of startled laughter filling the train compartment. And Gil, crowded in the middle on both sides by these two felt the last whispers of his uncertainty fall away as for the first time in a long time, he knew where he belonged.

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Chapter 19 of We’ll Light the Fuse

New chapter posted on AO3. Not yet on Fanfic. I’m having problems logging onto Fanfic on my computer so I’ll figure that out when it’s not one in the morning. 

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You’re a Gryffindor, Hook: Year 2, Part 2

Finally got around to updating this! Here’s part 1 of Year 2 of “You’re a Gryffindor, Hook” . You can also read it on AO3. Enjoy!

Harry paused in the doorway, eyes narrowed at the sight of a familiar head of black and white. “What are you doing here, DeVil?”

He took some pleasure in the way the small first year Ravenclaw jumped, looking like a startled pup. “Detention. Same as you I’m guessing,” Carlos frowned, going from startled to cautious in the blink of an eye, watching Harry wearily.

“Now why would a wee pup like you ye be in detention? Get caught reading one of yer fancy books after curfew?” Harry mockingly pouted.  

Carlos moved aside an old chest of broken broom parts between them so nonchalantly that Harry almost believed that the boy wasn’t shaking in his scuffed boots at the sight of him. Afterall, it wasn’t that many years ago that Harry, thanks to some accidental magic, turned one of the younger boy’s book into a barking little mutt that had the youngest DeVil hiding out in a tree at one of Madame Mim’s many granddaughters’ birthday. (In Harry’s defense, as he told a furious Harriet later, it was the younger boy’s fault. Who did Carlos DeVil think he was, with his baby cheeks and freckles taking away the attention of Harry’s best friend at one of these dull parties to “ooo” and “ah” over the mechanics of some stupid little muggle music box in Mim’s parlor?)

“I was late for class,” a bright flush covered the younger boy’s cheeks.

Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. That was a bald face lie. But Harry wasn’t in the mood to pursue that thought. Seven seas, he just wanted to go out and fly around on his broom to get the pent up tension that coiled in his body tightly out.

“You look horrible,” the Ravenclaw commented when Harry stepped more into the room, a large bruise on his left cheek that was already starting to turn. “Who did you get into a fight over Uma with this time?”

“Aw. Didn’t know ye cared, pup,” Harry smirked, leaning into the other’s boy space.

Carlos shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t,” he shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other, rubbing his arm. Harry raised, a brow, puzzled over the boy’s sudden switch to shyness, unable to look in his direction as an even deeper blush began to paint his freckled cheeks. 

Before Harry could comment further, Uma stormed into the room with the presence of a hurricane. Harry didn’t even realize how he shifted to give her his full attention. Her eyes took in Carlos for a moment before Harry found himself at the end of a glare that, if it was possible, would have had him petrified ten times over. It made a fond grin grace his lips.

“Out DeVil,” she said, not breaking her glare.  “I’ll make sure he covers your punishment.”

Carlos nodded as if Uma had presented him a second chance at life. “Uh. Yeah. I’ll, uh...see ya in History of Magic.” And then he was gone. 

“What, in Poseidon’s name, did you think you were doing, Hook?” she snarled, her whole body wound tight as if to snap at the drop of a wand. 

Harry opened his mouth, an undoubtedly smart (and if he dare say, witty) remark snatched from his tongue as he released a startled painful howl. He reached back to cover where her stinging hex had landed before she could get another strike in.

“Careful! I bruise easily, lass!” 

“Oh shut it!” Uma growled, already raising her wand to throw another hex at him. “You. Weren’t. Thinking! Again! Are you trying to throw away all of your hard work and get kicked off the quidditch team? Huh? I thought you wanted to go pro! HUH? Are you gonna answer me Hook?” she asked, emphasizing each question with another hex.

Biting his lip against the pain, Harry couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping. “Well yer not really giving me much space to talk, lass.” 

That was the wrong thing to say. He knew it was the wrong thing to say but he couldn’t help the excited little giggle that managed to escape his lips when Uma’s braids began moving with her anger as if they were in water. The smart thing to do would have been to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Instead he reached out and took her hand, hers so much smaller in his.

“They were talking about me Da,” he sighed, his playful facade wiped away with the last word. 

Uma paused, hair and body frozen before turning quickly on her heel. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill them.” 

Harry sighed, tugging her back with the hand that he was still holding. The corner of his lips twitched upwards at the pout on her face. She always made that face in the rare occasions that he had to stop her from getting into a fight.

“Then you’ll get in trouble and we can’t have Miss Top of Her Class ruin her chances of being Head Girl,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go. “Besides, I think those upperclassmen Gryffindors got the message to be more careful with what they say.”

Uma snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah because you threatened them with a freaking hook! How the hell did you even get that through the wards Professor Godmother made last year after you were waving it around?”

Leaning forward into her personal space, cheshire grin growing wider when she didn’t move back but merely raised a brow at his antics. “Tis an old pirate secret, lass. Maybe I’ll tell you after our wedding.”

Tossing her braids over her shoulder, Uma spun on her heel again to exit. “Who said I wanted to marry you?” she stuck her tongue out at him, falling into their usual, much safer teasing before leaving.

“That wasn’t a no!” Harry yelled after her retreating back, receiving a few stares from a few Ravenclaws who had been passing by. “What?” he asked them. “Want an invite to the wedding?” 

They looked at him, shocked before quickly making their way to wherever they were going, Harry swearing he heard one of them say something not so polite about outdated pureblood traditions. Harry ignored them.

Instead, the grin he wore slipped off, and he found himself leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor, pulling at his hair.

“Heard your father went crazy and tried to kill muggleborn sons.”

“I heard that the Aurors who found him didn’t know whether they should take him to Azkaban or the mind ward at St. Mungo’s because he was that out of his bloody mind.”

“You going to saw off your own hand too like him?”

“Are you going to be obsessed over that little Slytherin witch of yours like he was over that boy that he killed? Huh? Are you? Are you!”

“Harry. Listen to me. You need to breathe,” he was commanded and like someone had switched on the “On” switch, Harry inhaled, taking in a large breath of air. He was instructed to do it several more times until his breathing was even again. 

How long ago had it been since his last panic attack? The muggle-born mind healer, that Mr. Smee had forced Harry and his sisters to go after moving in with the jovial man, had told him stress could trigger these attacks. Thinking about James Hook was very stressful.

Harry looked up, startled to see the brown hair and the always too kind brown eyes of his housemate, Ben. “What are you doing here?” he growled, though panic attacks were always tiring so it sounded more like a pout. 

“I heard about what happened the other day,” Ben explained. Though it didn’t really explain much to Harry. The “Prince of Gryffindor” with his too kind smiles and too friendly demeanor always set Harry on edge.

“And lookey!” Harry snipped. “Yer right on time for the after show. What were you expectin’, lad? A bunch of laughs?” He attempted to push himself to his feet. Ben reached out to help but withdrew due to Harry’s weak glare.

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t,” Harry cut him off. “Take yer goody-two shoe act and save it for someone who gives a rats ass. And if I hear a word of what you just saw being gossip about,” Harry threatened, crowding into his housemates personal space, the air around them ripe with Harry’s rage. “I’ll hook ya and feed you to the giant squid myself!”

He expected the boy to be scared. Maybe even cry for his mommy. But Ben just looked at him with what Harry saw as pity before shaking his head and began walking away. 

Before he left  Harry watched as he left the room though, he turned around and said, “I know you have Uma, but it doesn’t just have to be you two against the world,” before continuing walking.  

Harry fumed quietly. The teasing mood that he had had with Uma gone. Only when he was sure that he wasn once again alone, Harry quickly reached for an empty glass bottle that was on a shelf next to him and threw it at the wall with a frustrated roar.

He breathed heavily, running his hands through his hair, once, twice, three times before straightening, taking a deep breath as he took out his wand. With a well practiced swoop and a flick, the smashed bottle was whole again and back on the shelf. 

No point making even a bigger mess, Harry thought. His life was a mess enough...

—-

A few weeks later, Harry waited exactly ten minutes before he was sure that old Professor Porter was actually well off to the land of dreams before deciding to ditch another detention. He got up with a lazy stretch, swiping his things into his satchel with a careless ease that couldn’t be practiced. He paused at the door to the classroom, glancing over his shoulder expectantly.

“You coming, lad?”

The blonde Hufflepuff looked surprised. Seven seas, even Harry was surprised though he acted with his usual devil may care attitude. He watched as the Hufflepuff looked around the otherwise empty classroom before pointing to himself with the most stunned look on his face. “Are you, are you talking to me?” he asked uncertainly. 

The Gyrffindor huffed dramatically. A voice that sounded a lot like Uma’s reminded him to be patient. “Ye see anyone else here in detention with us? Yes! Of course you!” The blonde paused, still unsure. “NOW!” Harry hissed before both boys froze as Professor Porter snorted in his sleep. The old man’s big white mustache wiggled on his face as he curled further into the large armchair that he liked to lecture from at the front of the room. Once the sounds of uninterrupted snoring continued, both boys let out relieved sighs.

The blonde quietly got up with his things and made his way towards Harry. The dark haired wizard did a double take, having severely underestimated how hulking the Hufflepuff was. “Won’t we get in more trouble?”

“First time in detention with Porter?” Harry asked, already walking out the room. He wasn’t even sure what the seven seas he was doing. Harriet always said impulse control was one of his weaker points. That he didn’t think things through and acted on instinct too much. But instinct was what led him to befriend a girl with the force of ten storms in her small body when she forced him to share his chocolate frog with her on his own birthday. And instinct was what led him to be interested in the towering blonde Hufflepuff who always seemed to want to curl into himself and who had whispers of someone else’s dark legacy trailing after him. Professor Godmother had said once to Harry that like minded souls called out to each other (though he’s pretty sure that when she said that, after he had got caught trying to sneak into the Slytherin common room, it hadn’t been a good thing.) 

But there was no chance to pause and over analyze instincts and motives. Harry didn’t even pause, already knowing the other boy was following. He only paused when his stomach growled loudly. “Wonder if Uma saved me something from dinner,” he thought aloud before frowning. Probably not. She had not been happy when his little prank on Chad Charming’s potion in class had backfired and exploded onto everything and everyone within its radius, including Uma. 

Harry definitely wasn’t looking forward to the howler that Harriet was going to send once Uma tattled on him. Bloody girls and their damn girl code. What happened to blood being thick? What happened to loyalty? Merlin, Uma was pissed when that foul smelling potion got into her hair. Harry was sorry. Truly, he was. Well at least in regards to Uma. No one was supposed to get hurt, least of all Uma. She had to know that...right? Right. They were best friends. She couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. (He hoped…He didn’t know what he’d do without her...)

“Are you hungry? I know where we can get some food even though dinner is over,” the Hufflepuff eagerly shared, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

A loud growl came from Harry’s stomach again, making the boy’s decision for him.

“Lead the way,” Harry said sweeping into an over exaggerated bow before pausing, turning to the blonde with a thoughtful look. “What’s your name, mate?” 

He knew he should know. Uma would know. But it was only because Rick Ratcliffe had taunted the boy mercilessly asking about someone named Gaston who was in Azkaban that Harry’s instinct had led him to punching the the snot nosed poser in the face, just as Professor Merryweather had been rounding the corner. Ratcliffe had cried like a baby and both Harry and the unfortunate Hufflepuff had landed in detention. 

Harry was given a long name that sounded French like that goody Prince of Gryffindor’s. The thought of his housemate must have made a nasty scowl find its way on his face because the other boy began to shrink even further in himself. Quite a feat since the Hufflepuff looked like he could easily wrestle a basilisk. Harry tried to smooth out his features. He didn’t want to scare the other boy with his temper after all.

Harry frowned. “Gilly?” he asked catching on to something about a nickname.

“Oh!” the Hufflepuff blushed. “Uh, it’s really just something my mom called me. Gillyweed. I’m...uh...a really good swimmer?” he questioned more than stated as he rubbed the back of his neck. “And fish have, you know, gils. My friends call me Gil. Well, one of them does. My only one actually,” the boy said, looking like ol’ Tic-Toc did when Ettie had accidentally thrown away the reptilian familiar’s favorite chew toy.

“Oh, Davy Jones,” Harry sighed, something that felt strangely like a damn conscious twisting inside.

The next day during breakfast, Uma plopped herself across at the Gryffindor table across from Harry, like she usually did, hair unbraided and brushed into a poof on the top of her head, no longer smelling like shrimp and no longer looking like she would ring his neck. Tension released from his shoulders that he hadn’t even been aware that he was holding until she reached over to stab her fork into a piece of crepe on his plate. Just like she did with his food every morning despite the plate of fresh crepes right in front of her.

 “When did they start making crepes for breakfast?” she asked before again bypassing the plate of delicious looking crepes that was for anyone at the table to take to take another piece from Harry’s plate.

“Gil is on friendly terms with the house elves in the kitchens,” Harry explained reaching over to take a sip of the juice that Uma had poured for herself. 

Uma turned towards the Hufflepuff sitting next to Harry who looked terrified to be the focus of her attention. “Gil?” she raised a brow, Harry knowing she was confused because that was obviously not the name she knew him by. 

“Gil is what friends can call him,” Harry explained in the other boy’s stead who was turning red under Uma’s heavy gaze. 

She was quiet for a second before blinking and stabbing some of the Hufflepuff's crepes. “Gil’s a good name,” she said simply. “It reminds me of gillyweed. I think the last Triwizard Tournament winner used it for one of the challenges.”

For a moment, Gil looked dazed before smiling brightly, before launching into a very enthusiastic description of the properties and uses of gillyweed and other aquatic plants. Every now and then, Uma would comment and Gil would pause, listening intently like she was telling him the secrets of the universe. (It was a look that Harry was very used to wearing in her presence.)

And when Gil reached over, without hesitating with his own fork to take some of Harry's, and then Uma’s, eggs, the reluctant Gryffindor supposed he was okay if he had just one more person fighting against the world with him. 

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