Neverland; the island was a blessing in Harry's eyes. It was everything to him, and gave him the escape he desired when he left home. He was the happiest he had ever been there, and he never once felt regret towards leaving everything he ever knew behind. He had friends, a family in Neverland. His life was perfect.

But, as we all know there is no such thing as perfection. Every good thing also had its flaws, and Neverland's was the curse of forgetting. As great as the island is, staying there too long meant losing some of your memories. This had happened to all of the lost boys already, but since they were much younger they forgot more than Harry had. Their memories from their old lives were practically non-existent and it was the sole reason they had assumed the girl lying unconscious before them was an animal. Harry might have forgotten pieces of his old life, but he remembered enough to know that this body in front of him was a girl. And after scrutinizing her he could tell she had to be around his age, maybe a year or two younger.

He was staring, and he knew by the sound of the loud whispers and confusion around him that he should assure them that they were in no danger. But he couldn't find it in himself to speak, he was too enthralled with the girl before him. It wasn't as if he had never seen a beautiful girl before because he had, it was just that it had been so long since he'd seen a person of the opposite sex. The mermaids were girls too, but he viewed them more as creatures of the sea. He never looked at them the way he was looking at her. With attraction.

"What...is it?" He heard Will ask and he finally tore his eyes away to look at the boy. His lip was curled almost in disgust and his eyes were studying her, the toe of his foot lightly kicking her leg. Harry's arm shot out to pull him back, forcing him to move away from her and gave Will a look of silent warning.

"I've never seen an animal like it before," Earl said, moving around to Peter's other side. "Where is its fur?"

"Maybe the pirates skinned it." Will responded and Harry winced at the thought, briefly glancing at both boys in disgust.

"It's not an animal." Harry's voice bellowed through the trees, the fairies' whispers dying out at the sound of it. He could feel them all watching him, waiting for him to elaborate and he took a tentative step towards the unmoving girl.

"Well what is it then?" Peter asked this time, tilting his head in curiosity. Harry squatted down and carefully leaned around the girl to check for any cuts or bruises. She looked unharmed and it seemed as if she were only sleeping but Harry was a little hesitant about disturbing her. Did she know where she was? How did she even get here? Those were the questions Harry asked himself as he stood back up to his full height, slowly walking around to the girl's side.

Just when he was going to answer Peter's question and clear their confusion, the girl stirred. He could practically hear everyone's quick intake of breath and Harry froze as he watched the girl's hand twitch. Slowly, the rest of her body began to move and her eyes fluttered open seconds later. Harry couldn't move. Not when he saw the color of her eyes and the way the glimmer of pixie dust reflected off of them. His own eyes were glued to her when she carefully turned her head up to the sky, her hazel irises focusing on the tree above her. She was confused when she saw the pixie dust, unsure of what she was really looking at. Then the whispers around her had registered and her gaze fell onto the fairies and four boys surrounding her. She sat up so quickly that for a moment she was dizzy, but she ignored it and gasped as she hurriedly stood onto her bare feet. She walked backwards into the tree before she bumped into it, her hands holding the trunk behind her while her wide eyes darted around to the millions of fairies that were still whispering about her.

Harry took the opportunity to take the rest of her appearance in, his eyes steadily moving over her attire. She was wearing her undergarments, the thin straps of her night gown clinging to her shoulders. The neckline was laced and heart shaped, buttons going down over the chest area before stopping right at the waist line where there was a band of crème colored fabric hugging and outlining her fragile hour glass shaped waist. From there the rest of the long skirt flowed down to just above her ankles, a few laced ruffles layering at the bottom. Her hair was a light brown but Harry noticed that with the light of the pixie dust above her, it looked more auburn. It was tied at the nape of her neck with a white ribbon, long curled strands that had escaped framing her heart shaped face.

"Is it a hillbilly?" Earl asked after the girl had nearly tripped over a branch when she tried to make herself scarce with the tree. Peter snorted at his question while Harry sent the boy a reprimanding look, frowning at the name he had called her. And by the loud gasp that had just came out of the girl's mouth, she didn't like the name either.

"I beg your pardon! What did you just call me?" Her voice, even when raised was soft and it reminded Harry of pink and white flowers he vaguely remembered from the garden his mother had. She looked angry now, her confusion and frightened demeanor gone as her hands balled into fists at her sides. Harry found her sudden bravery amusing, and oddly admirable.

"It speaks." Will whispered and the girl's gaze whipped around to send a glare that could kill to the boy, making him cringe in fright. She stepped forward, her gown swaying at her feet as she rested a hand on her hip.

"It, is a human being." She said, her voice ringing through the approaching evening.

"It's a what?" Earl whispered, leaning towards Harry so the girl couldn't hear him. Harry finally tore his eyes away from her, only to look down at Earl with a glare of his own.

"A girl." He said, loud and clear for everyone around him to hear. "She's a girl."

"A girl?" Peter repeated, turning his eyes to stare at the brunette. He was observing her, confusion filling his head as he slowly walked on the side of her. The word brought a sudden spark of memories and he knew what a girl was, remembering a few that had been in school with him from his old life. It had just been a long time since there was one on the island, one that was from the same species. He wondered how she got here, and if there were others like her.

"I have a name." The girl said, her tone softening in shyness when she finally took notice of Harry. She was staring at him as subtly as she could, her gaze flickering over his washed out black trousers and his bare chest. At seeing his toned stomach and strong arms, she couldn't stop her cheeks from turning a crimson red. He was practically naked in front of her and she was looking at him. She knew it was wrong, she was only seventeen years old and was promised to another. It was a sin to stare at a boy she didn't belong to or one that she wasn't going to marry. Her mother had always told her about those kinds of girls, floozies is what she called them. She would be disappointed in her if she could see her daughter right now shamelessly admiring the boy's skin and obvious beauty.

"What is your name?" He asked her and she nearly jumped in surprise at how deep his voice was. She hadn't been expecting it, his face was so young and handsome, it seemed impossible for a voice that deep to come out of anyone who wasn't a man. She could hear a faint accent in it as well, but it was fading.

"Gwenevieve." She responded, splaying her hands over her skirt only to suddenly realize her attire. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover her body from all the eyes on her, knowing it was not appropriate.

Harry watched her fidget, her slim arms crossed over her chest as her eyes darted from each face around her. He did his best to hide his amusement and the threatening smile on his face when he saw the blush on her cheeks. He didn't know much about girls but he could tell that this meant she was embarrassed.

"Gwenevieve." He tried the name out, letting it roll off his tongue. Gwenevieve thought it sounded nice when he said it.

"Or just Gwen, I know my name is a mouth full." She said hurriedly, her eyes cascading down to the floor before she was looking up at Harry again. Her chin tilted in curiosity and he could see that she was scrutinizing him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Harry." He introduced himself and then gestured to the others around him. "This is Peter, Earl, and Will." He waved at all the others. "And these are all the fairies."

She barely glanced at the other boys, her gaze was too busy moving around the millions of fairies flying around her, their lights so bright against the bushes and trees. "Fairies." She repeated as if the word alone was ridiculous. Harry could tell by the look on her face that it was exactly what she was thinking, and fear struck him in that instant over what she could possibly say next.

"Whatever it might be that you are thinking, do not say it." He warned her. Maybe she did think the idea of fairies was ridiculous but if she actually said it out loud, a fairy could die. And he wasn't going to risk that. Seeing was believing, and he knew it would take time for her to get used to the sight of them.

Gwen listened to Harry, not bothering to voice her thoughts as she stared at all the flying fairies. She really couldn't believe what she was seeing and she didn't know how or why she was so calm about this. It might have been that she thought she was dreaming, and was going to wake up from this soon.

"Do you know where you are?" Harry had asked her when she had gone silent, her eyes trained on everything around her.

"No..." She finally said and blinked before turning to meet Harry's gaze again with her eyebrows pulled together in thought. "What is this place?"

"Neverland." Peter was the one to respond this time, crossing his arms over his chest and his legs spread out.

"Neverland?" She repeated, her expression lost. "Well how do I get home?"

Will laughed at this question and Gwen frowned when she saw him bend over, holding his stomach as he laughed harder. Earl soon joined in and even Peter snickered to himself while Harry just stood there. Unlike the others, he didn't find her question funny in the slightest. He knew she was completely serious about it.

"What a goopy question. Listen dingbat, once you come to Neverland, there's no leaving." Will said and Harry's hand shot out to smack the back of the boy's head. Will winced and looked up at Harry with regret, his eyes lowering to the ground when Harry gave him a silent scolding.

"Excuse him." Harry said, turning his eyes back to Gwen who now looked a bit panicked at the possibility of being stuck there forever. "What he meant was, we don't know. None of us have ever tried to leave." He shrugged but Gwen was looking at him like he had grown a second head. She couldn't fathom why anyone would want to be stuck here but she could tell that these boys had no desire to leave.

"You are telling me I'm stuck here?" She asked and when Harry nodded she gasped. A million different thoughts had flown right through her head, all of them having to do with the things she was going to miss out on back at home. She had a life. A boy she was supposed to marry. She didn't love him but finding a husband was hard enough, so she was going to take what she could get. But now that she was gone she feared he'd find someone else.

"Listen, if you didn't want to come here why did you?" Peter asked her and her momentary panicked turned into irritation. She didn't like the tone he was using with her and she especially did not like that he was blaming her for this. She didn't choose to come to Neverland.

"I didn't!" She yelled and every single one of the boys around her jumped in surprise at the volume of her voice while a few fairies flew away into their homes. "I was only sleeping in my home when several men barged in through my window and took me. They dragged me onto a ship and I fell unconscious when one of them hit me." She paused to point at the top of her head and Harry stepped closer to see the small gash at her hairline. "I woke up and we were floating on a beach shore so I escaped when none of them were looking. I was running for hours and I suppose I fell unconscious again right here and then I wake up to you." She says strongly, her eyes looking from one person to the other. "So you see, I did not choose this. I was taken against my will."

"A ship you say?" Peter asked, stepping forward with his eyebrows furrowed. "What did the ship look like? And the men?"

"I don't know. I didn't take a good look around. It was red, maybe?" Gwen responded, tilting her head as she thought hard. Everything was quite vague to her and she only remembered bits and pieces of being taken away and her time on the ship. It was a blur, but she did remember a man with a curled mustache and a red trench coat. "There was a man who had a mustache that curled at the ends. I don't remember anyone else."

"Pirates." Harry declared and pursed his lips as he thought hard with a frown. Him and the Pirates never got along but they had agreed on a truce that the lost boys would keep out of their way as long as the Pirates did the same. It was the only option that would give them their peace and so far it had been working just fine. But with the brief description Gwen gave of one of the men on the ship, Harry knew that truce was bound to be broken now. "The man you've described sounds like Captain Hook."

The fairies all gasped around him while the lost boys all groaned in dismay. There has always been a feud between Harry and Hook but with the truce they created, the two never acted on it. Though now with this girl that hook had obviously captured for some sort of reason, he knew hook would come looking for her. And if Harry didn't hand her over, there would be no more peace. Their truce would be broken and a war would erupt.

"If Hook is the one who took her, you know we have to hand her over." Peter said aloud and Gwen's mouth parted in fear as she took a step back. She didn't want to go back to the Pirates, they were mean and rude. And they had a bad habit of not keeping their filthy hands to themselves.

"W-what?" Gwen stuttered and her wide eyes darted to Harry who looked to be deep in thought. "Why would you do that?"

Peter glanced back at the girl, his eyes narrowed as he watched her stumble back into the tree again with her hands tucked behind her. He thought she looked weak and the sight irritated Peter. He hated sensitivity. "Because we have a truce with the Pirates. If they took you, you're there's and we can't have you on our side of the land. If he finds you here, the truce is broken and we're all hampered."

"So you plan to hand me over to him?" Gwen asked in horror. She didn't understand how someone could do something so...uncaring. Where was their generosity? Their compassion? How could they just give her back to the man that took her from her home, knowing he was no good?

Peter shrugged, his arms crossed and his eyes unblinking. "We have a truce."

"Peter." Harry said sternly, sending him a glare to stop him from talking anymore. Peter caught his eye, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Harry's annoyance and his guarded eyes. "Enough of that. Stop frightening her."

"Frightening her?" Peter asked incredulously and arching his eyebrow at his friend. "Do you suppose I lie to her then? It's not my fault she's so...fragile."

"Don't be rude." Harry scolded and shook his head, his eyes fierce as he stared back at Peter. Almost daring him to challenge him. "We are not handing her over to Hook. I'm not sure what he could possibly want with her, but whatever it is, it can't be good."

"What?" Peter nearly shouted, a few fairies fleeing back into their homes. They could sense an argument brewing and they did not want to be there for it. "If we don't give her back, the peace is broken."

"I know that." Harry said and crossed his arms over his chest. "But what kind of people would we be if we just gave her back to him? He might hurt her."

"And that is not our problem!"

"Do you have a heart?"

Peter stopped, his eyebrows pulling together as he stared at Harry in confusion. "What?"

"Do you have a heart?"

Peter huffed. "Of course. I wouldn't be alive if I didn't."

"So why do you suggest we do something so heartless?"

Peter was silent as the question hung in the early evening air, a few fairies whispering around them. Harry always had a way of getting through to Peter, especially when it came to him making rash decisions. Harry made him think.

"You're willing to cause a war for her?" Peter asked instead of responding to his previous question.

"We don't have to fight. We can figure out another way to resolve this."

Peter didn't respond. He knew he wasn't the one with the final say; Harry was. It didn't matter how many times he rebelled against Harry's rules in the past or challenged him. The rest of the lost boys never dared to go against Harry, they did what he said whether he were wrong or not. Harry was their leader, and he always would be.

"Please don't send me back." Peter heard Gwen quietly beg and he glanced at her to see her holding her hands up, both of them intertwined as if she was just about to get on her knees and beg. "I-I will leave your land tomorrow if you like." Her eyes darted from Peter, and to Harry when she saw the way everyone was looking to him for his response. She figured it out that he was the one in charge here, not Peter. "I just need a place to lie my head tonight. Tomorrow I will go far away so the Pirates don't find me with you. Please, I only need one night."

Harry silently considered her words, his eyes steadily moving over her thin frame. His face gave nothing he was thinking of away. He looked emotionless, with his lips pressed together and his green eyes piercing a hole through her, he knew he was unreadable and it was making her nervous. She was biting her lip and Harry found himself staring at her mouth for far too long. He was mesmerized by it, along with her hands, her shoulders, and her eyes. He wanted to know things about her and find out what she was like. To simply talk to her until he knew all of her. And maybe he also, quite possibly, just wanted more time to look at her.

He really liked looking at her.

"Alright." He finally said and rolled his lips into his mouth then back out when he saw her eyes widen in surprise. "You can come with us for the night. We will figure out what to do with you in the morning."

"Really?" She asked, her voice high pitched and Harry nodded. "Oh thank you! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed and when she went to run towards Harry to hug him, he stepped back in shock. She stopped midway when he held his hand out to stop her, his eyes wide as her arms dropped to her sides when she realized he was not comfortable with her coming so close to him. She blushed in embarrassment and Harry quickly turned on his heel, moving through the trees while the lost boys began to follow him. Gwen watched him, panic beginning to rise when she thought maybe he had changed his mind after her saw that she were going to try and hug him.

"Where are you going?" She asked loud enough for him to hear. He stopped a few feet away, looking at her over his bare shoulder with his eyebrow arched.

"I'm taking you to our village, where the rest of the lost boys are. Are you just going to stand there, or will you be joining us, Gwenevieve?"

Gwen felt a shudder go down her back at the sound of her full name rolling from his lips. It was so smooth, and sultry to her ears that she couldn't help but blush at her own reaction. She hoped he were too far to see her red face, but as she hurriedly ran after him, something told her that he was fully aware with the affect he was having on her.

And she was right; Harry was.

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I'm enjoying writing this book so much and it's only the beginning lol how are you guys liking the 3rd person POV?

Do you like the name Gwenevieve? Thought I'd try something a little different but old fashion.

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