To Live and Grow Up

Disclaimer: See first two chapters. In general, if you recognize it, I don’t own it.

A/N: OMG you guys are amazing. All total I’ve had over 1000 hits for this story, just mind blowing, really. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far. I do apologize for the delay in this chapter, I should warn you all now, I’m a horrible procrastinator, but I will try my best to post every week or two, barring writer‘s block and real life incidents. Now to answer a question that’s been posed from several people. Yes, this story will eventually be about Harry and Peter Pan in a romantic relationship. That being said, I decided to start off with Peter meeting Lily and being introduced into the family’s lives that way. No, there will not be many chapters of Lily’s POV left. And since I forgot to mention early on, the rating is for future chapters obviously.

Also, since I had a couple comments about it too, there are actually other Harry/Peter fics out there, you just have to search for them (I stumbled across them by accident), because that‘s how I actually got the idea to do this story. On fanfiction.net do a crossover search for (book) Harry Potter and (book or movie) Peter Pan. On adult-fanfiction.org you have to look under Harry Potter crossovers or go to Peter Pan (book or movie, can’t remember which) and search through them there. Thank you all again for reading, if you have any questions or comments, leave a review and I’ll try to address them for you next time.

Chapter 3 - Getting to Know You


Lilly tried to tell her parents the next morning over breakfast about her late night visitor. They told her that it certainly sounded like quite an interesting dream, kissed her on the head and headed out to work for the day.

She tried telling Petunia, just to be able to tell someone, but her sister was sulking and told her all too clearly that she didn’t want to hear about any of her “witchy” stuff and that she wasn’t going to give in to her need for attention.

Lilly felt like screaming and stormed up to her room, slamming the door, her stuffed animals scattered around the room all but leaping off their shelves in her fit of temper. She just didn’t understand it. She had a boy, a flying one at that, in her room in the middle of the night and nobody cared. It was just too bizarre. She blamed that Dumbledore man. Ever since he showed up her life had started going crazy.

She finally got calmed down, though she spent the rest of the day in her room putting it back in order and going over all the information her headmaster had given them the night before. The rest of the day was uneventful, and after dinner with her family, she called it an early night and head to bed… well, her bedroom at least.

Lilly remained dressed in her day clothes and, after opening her window, settled onto her bed with a book. She didn’t know how long she’d been reading for when she heard the chiming of tiny bells and looked up to see Peter perched on her windowsill watching her. Giving the boy a haughty look, she finally broke the silence. “You know, it’s not polite to stare.”

Peter, accompanied by Tink, merely laughed and flew over to sit Indian style at the foot of her bed facing her. “So, what are you reading?”

Lilly gave Peter a disbelieving look. “Haven’t your parents taught you any manners? Really!”

Peter rolled his eyes and shrugged carelessly. “I haven’t got any parents to teach me anything. Tink and the other Neverland people help teach me anything I don’t know already.”

Lilly gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth as she all but gushed, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have said…”

Peter looked at her strangely before it suddenly dawned on him what her problem might be. “Oh, they didn’t die, I ran away. Tink found me and took me to Neverland. Though…I suppose they might be dead now, I’m not really sure. It’s been a long time since I left home…”

Lilly looked at him in shock. Though she did feel better that she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself, it was still…unnerving the way he so casually shrugged off his parents potential deaths; she couldn‘t imagine not having her own parents in her life. Something he said though finally caught up with her. “You said it had been a long time since you’d been home. How old are you, anyway? You look my age.”

Peter once more stared at her, deep blue eyes unblinking, for a long moment before shrugging once more. “Well, I was eleven when I ran away. Tink?” He looked up at the little glowing fairy that was darting back and forth around his head questioningly. Tilting his head as she spoke, Lilly only hearing the chiming of bells, he glanced over at the girl in front of him, nodding absently before he finally spoke. “Tink says it’s been about a hundred cycles…er, years that is… since she found me. So, what are you reading?”

Lilly gaped at him. The boy had to be teasing her, surely! Right? A hundred years? And he still looked her age…Her eyes narrowed slightly and she started cursing that strange twinkly eyed headmaster of hers; she blamed him! Her life was normal and boring until he showed up and now…now…THIS! “You mean to tell me you’re about a hundred and eleven years old? And you expect me to believe that rubbish?!”

Peter sat watching the girl calmly as her voice steadily grew more shrill before she ended her rant on a high pitched squeak. He tilted his head up to look at his fairy companion, muttering quietly as the girl seemed to be talking to herself and he didn’t want to interrupt. “She seems a bit mental sometimes, doesn’t she? But yeah, that‘s right…well, give or take a few years”

Lilly glared and hissed at him. “I am not mental! Before yesterday I never knew anything like magic or fairies or anything else like that existed anywhere except in a book. It’s all a little much!” Aggravated, she threw her book at him, startling him as he caught it and fell backwards, though he merely floated for a moment before taking his seat back at the foot of her bed, examining the cover.

“Oh, they’re fairy tales. Silly girl, why didn’t you just tell me that? Some of these are quite funny. To think a mermaid would give away her voice and want to go walking around on land, honestly how stupid can you get. This one’s pretty good though, they almost got it right. Oh, and I always liked this one…”

Lilly sat quietly staring at the strange boy perched at the end of her bed. She was feeling kind of numb and fuzzy around the edges at this point listening to the blonde critique the various stories. The way he spoke suggested they were real, or were based on real things, which if she was honest with herself, was one of the reasons she had started re-reading them. If everything she had been told was unreal was actually real, then what prevented those stories from being based on truth also?

Finally calming down, she sighed and settled back against the headboard, watching as Peter pointed out some illustrations to the little fairy that was now resting on his shoulder. Scrunching her nose for a moment, she sighed and offered up an olive branch as it were. “Tell me what Neverland’s like? You seem to be awfully knowledgeable about those stories.”

At that, Peter perked up, his blue eyes sparkling to rival her headmaster’s, as he started to tell her all about the place he lived. A couple hours passed and full night had truly set in by the time she realized she was starting to nod off. Bidding him a reluctant goodnight, he really was a good story teller and painted a vivid picture of the place he called home, she closed the window and changed into her nightclothes. Snuggling into bed, she let the her mind wander where it would, replaying the stories of mermaids and pirates and Indians and fairies, the subjects of which soon merged into dreams of witches and wizards and flying brooms, and she slept through the night with a smile tilting her lips.