To Live and Grow Up

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, Hook, or Harry Potter in any form, be it written, performed, or filmed, they belong to their respective owners/authors/production companies, and I am not making money from this in any way, shape, or form, it is solely for amusement.

A/N: As I write this, I currently have had over 200 hits on this story in less than one day! Can I just say OMG!!! Whether it was from boredom or actual interest in the story itself that drew you to it, I just want to say THANK YOU to all of you who have read so far and I hope I can get you all back to read the rest of this. And to Cody_Thomas, *hands over cookies* thank you, you’re my first reviewer ever and it made me squee happily, yes I am easy to please people. I am open to helpful suggestions and of course rave reviews lol however flames will be fed to my psycho cats in attempts to get them to leave me alone.

P.S. I edited the first chapter slightly, I decided to use the blonde kid who played Peter in the last live movie (he was such a little hottie) versus the auburn cartoon version for reference, so the description has been changed.

Ch. 2 - How do you do?

A not so gentle poking of her arm dragged Lilly from a dream of flying boys and twinkling old men in strange colored bath robes. Well, that and the sound of tinkling bells and a young voice calling to her softly. She debated for a minute on whether to wake up or not, truly it was the oddest dream ever but she wanted to see what happened. Unfortunately that voice was getting a lot more insistent.

“Hey, girl, wake up! What do you mean? Of course I didn’t break her! I didn’t even touch her, now did I? What? Oh, hey, she’s waking up. About time! Hey, girl, are you alright?”

Lilly felt fingertips tugging her eyelids open and she batted the hands away only to have the sight of a young boy about her age sitting Indian style in mid-air with a funny little gold glowing thing fluttering about his head fill her view. She covered her eyes with her hands before slowly peeking through her fingers. Nope, he was still there. Staring. At her. In her room! Oh bugger, her parents would have a conniption fit if they saw…well, any of this.

Pushing herself up so she was sitting, weight resting on her hands on the floor behind her, she peered up at the floating boy, tongue darting out over lips nervously before getting up the nerve to finally speak. Falling back on years of proper upbringing, she held one hand out to him, plastering a somewhat shaky smile on her face. “How do you do? I’m Lilly Evans. Who are you?” After a moment’s thought she quickly added “And what are you doing in my room?”

The boy stared at her a few moments longer, giving her time to truly take in his appearance; messy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin and the oddest clothing she’d ever see (even after seeing her strange new headmaster), and all surrounded by some kind of faint gold shimmer. Finally, as if he had been debating with himself about answering her, even after bothering her until she woke up, a broad smile tilted his lips and he took her hand, shaking it sharply once as he spoke. “Hello. I’m Peter Pan. And I was flying by your house when I heard you talking about flying and stuff, though I really didn’t see anybody around, so I thought maybe you were talking to me, or maybe to your own fairy, so I stopped to talk to you but then you kind of…well…passed out, so I thought I better make sure you were alright before I left you.” A noisy clash of tiny bells seemed to come from the golden glowing thing darting around Peter’s head, so with a dramatic rolling of his eyes he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the little thing* “Oh, and that’s Tinkerbell, but you can just call her Tink, we all do.”

Lilly pinched herself. This could not be happening to her. First some strange old man shows up on their doorstep to tell her she’s a witch and about all the stuff she was going to be learning at her new school, and then some boy goes flying past her window…without a broom. She was pretty sure the headmaster had specified flying on a broom. And there were fairies? She guessed it stood to reason seeing that witches and magic and flying were real enough, but even so, it was all just a little too much all at once. On top of that, it finally dawned on her that she was only in her nightgown and there was a boy in her room. With a muffled shriek she jumped to her feet and darted across the room, speaking to him in an accusing hiss, not wanting to raise her voice and bring her parents checking on her. “You can’t be here, it’s not proper! I’m in my nightgown!”

Peter looked at her in surprise as she darted suddenly across the room before blinking slowly, the only reaction he gave to her announcement. “So? That’s all Wendy and the boys were in when I took them with me to Neverland, it’s not like I’ve never seen a girl in one before, besides, it is night after all.” He shook his head in amusement at her little moment of drama, wondering why she was carrying on about it. It wasn’t like he was expecting her to be dressed for adventuring.

Unfortunately his words did little to calm her, her bright green eyes growing wide and her voice coming out in a squeak. “So you regularly go looking at girls in their nightgowns? And what do you mean you took them? Did you kidnap someone? And where’s Neverland anyway? I’ve never heard of it.”

Peter looked over at Tink, shaking his head as he muttered. “Wendy and the boys were a lot easier to deal with, weren’t they? And to think you were complaining then.” He waved a hand at Lilly’s insulted huff, turning his attention back to her. “I usually only go flying around here at night so everyone I see is their night clothes, of course. And no I didn’t kidnap anyone, only the pirates do that, silly girl. Wendy and her brothers live in London; she didn’t want to grow up so I took her and her brothers to Neverland, which is where the Lost Boys and the fairies and I live, so she wouldn’t have to. But they missed their parents and she decided she wanted to grow up after all, so I took them back, which was sad, her brothers were turning out to be fine Lost Boys.”

Lilly stared at Peter in shock, once more the thought of there simply being too much going through her mind. He answered every one of her questions, but then the answers didn’t make much sense and just made more questions. What were Lost Boys? And where exactly was Neverland? And what did he mean about not growing up? And pirates?! She shook her head and pointed to the still open window. “I’m confused and I’m tired and I really don’t know what to think about all this. It’s been a very long evening. I think you should go. Come back tomorrow night and we can talk again, alright? Please?”

Peter thought about it for a long moment then finally nodded, uncrossing his legs so he “stood” in the air. “Alright, that’s fair enough. I’ll be back tomorrow night and then maybe we can talk about flying and stuff. Just remember to leave your window open.” Darting out the window, he hovered there for a moment, looking back at her in the darkened room. “I am sorry I scared you, by the way. It was nice meeting you though.” And with a smile and a wave, he and Tink flew away into the night, the sound of bells echoing in the still night.

Lilly slowly moved to the window, peeking out suspiciously, but seeing nothing, and more importantly no one, she closed the window and went back to bed. Staring up at the ceiling she marveled over the events of the evening. She could honestly say that it was the most extraordinary day of her life so far, but from the sounds of it, it was only the beginning.