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I don't own Harry Potter and Once Upon a Time.
Prologue
Fast running through the forest as in the dead of night.
Sounds of owls hooting and branches breaking from something are coming.
Huff, Huff, pant!
The sound of someone breathing hard as this person is running faster
"Buddy!"
Buddy is the golden retriever running faster ahead of the person. He is leading his person to her goals.
'Come on! This is my one shot! My one chance!'
Thinking about the main reason this person is running into the forest.
There is a gentleman who wears black gentlemen's clothing and a top hat. He smells like Earl Grey tea. He is pulling on the person.
"This way!"
The young little who is sixteen had been through hell and back. Ever since her birth, she felt her parents were out there.
Ever since entering Hogwarts, she thought her life could begin, but she has been mistreated by Slytherins since the hat told her that their house is a perfect place. Yeah right.
She never had any friends, and worse, she felt she was always going to do bad things, all because she kept losing her temper out of anger.
Now, this stranger who is thin with long curled brown hair, and a beard. Whilst his outfits change in appearance throughout his time in Gotham, they are normally the same style: which includes a suit, a long coat, and a top hat.
He simply called himself, "Mr. Grey Earl."
He was the only one she could trust since no one was telling her anything. Mr. Grey Earl has been explaining a few minor details about what happened to her parents. He even mentioned her real name. It is Rose. Not her fake name as he claims.
On the night of a full moon, Mr. Grey Earl told her to take only her wand with her as she would need it for a long journey. He already prepared her things in a place he would send her. As well as a book, she will need in case she needs all the help she can get. Her best friend and she would like to say a fellow stray, Buddy is coming with her.
They reach where the broken bricks of the wishing wall. He already poured in his potion and muttered words that she felt seemed familiar.
She is getting excited. Finally, after all these years she can find her parents whom he said sent her into a world with magic and they are trapped in time and place.
She senses someone is coming. No doubt her teachers trying to convince her to stop. She can't stop now. This is her only chance!
He reached his hand towards hers. "Hurry, my dear!"
Buddy whined and barked as he smelled intruders. She decided to use her strength and carried Buddy.
"Jump! I'll give you enough time to make sure it's close!" Mr. Gey Earl shouted as he was holding his hat when the swirl of wind magic came around them.
"What about you!?" She shouted as the whirl of magic came from the wishing well.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way. You have forgotten that I am the great and powerful Wizard!" He smiled as he pushed her into the wishing well.
She saw his back getting smaller and smaller as she entered a rather deep wishing well.
The green and blue magic swirled around her. It was like riding on a roller coaster and spun around heavy and hard. But she never let go of her wand and Buddy the dog.
All she could do was pray.
She may not be a religious person, but she pray that something good happened to her just once.
Just once.
Storybrooke
In the early morning in the forest where their wishing well is. A dog panted and climbed out of it as he hit the ground. He sniffed around and shook his body to get whatever was out of his fur.
Then he looked giving a whine-pitched sound as he was waiting for her to come out. It was quiet for a moment.
Then suddenly…
A feminine hand grabbed hold of the main wall brick. And the second hand showed holding her wand.
Then end in black as the ending credits rolled in.
Reviews are welcome.
Mr. Grey Earl is played by Benedict Samuel who looks like Jervis Tech aka Mad Hatter from the Gotham TV series.
Next Chapter, out came the new resident of Storybrooke plays the role Mr. Grey Earl puts her. Emma Swan adjusted herself in Storybrooke. Two orphan girls tied by the thread of fate.