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“Once upon a time long long ago…”
“Well more like twenty years ago. Tiana married her frog in-front of six-thousand of their closest, personal friends.” The speaker took a short breath, that sounded more like a laugh, “Big cake” they continued, dragging out the “G”
“Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon Naveen United all of the kingdoms and got himself elected King of the United States of Hogwarts.”
“He rounded up all the villains and the sidekicks..” the speaker scoffed a little, “basically all of the really interesting people. And he booted them off onto the isle of Azkaban. With a magical barrier to keep them there.”
“This is my hood. No magic. No Wi-Fi. No way out.” the speaker grumbled, the bitter sound practically echoing “or so I thought.”
“Hang on! You're about to meet us, but first.. this happened” the speaker chuffed slightly, panning from a shot of the isle backwards.
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A boy with curly dark brown hair and sun kissed skin is peering out towards the isle, his eyes glued to the window as the tailor adjusts his arm again,
“Sleeve” he grumbles, dropping the boys arm before pulling a measuring tape out,
“Head” He snaps impatiently, tugging the boys face towards the entrance, and dragging his gaze from the isle. Quickly the older man wraps the tape around his head, noting the measurements in his mind as the man gaze one again drifts towards the isle. Lost in his own world the boy doesn't notice as a couple walks in, arm in arm.
“How is it possible you're going to be crowned king next month? You're just a baby” the man croaks, nervously pulling at his suit jacket with his spare hand. The glass door they arrived through is fully open, allowing the light to reflect on their jewles, including the crown, making them appear almost ethereal.
“He's turning 16 dear” the woman nods, patting her partners arm with a small smile as they approach the boy, their arms still tightly interlocked.
“Hey pops” the boy smiles slightly, but his gaze is still drawn towards the sea and his mind hasn’t fully caught up to why they’re here.
“16! That's far too young to be crowned king” He interrupts, pointing towards his sons slouched posture and uneasy smile, “I didn't make a good decision until I was at least 42” he grins, taking off his glasses and cleaning the lens with the green silk from his coat.
The woman scoffs, turning her gaze up to her husband as she nervously fiddled with the dress shirt in her hands, “Uh, you decided to marry me at 28.”
“Well it was either you or the firefly” he nods solemnly, glancing back up towards his sons laughter, “kidding” he quickly mumbles, not making eye contact with wife, instead staring over at his son, a look of pride crossing his face as he watches the boy be fitted for his suit.
“Mum, dad.” The boy starts, nervously tugging on his cuff with one hand, fiddling with his glasses leg with the other, but before he can take a step he's quickly pulled back into place by the tailor tugging at his shoe, trying to keep him in place on the platform. Reluctantly he stays in place, glancing around the room in an attempt to calm himself, green and gold decoration litter the walls and furniture. The frog embelin is plastered on the walls next to the banners, and the entire room has a weird display but still lived in atmosphere, that's what growing up in a castle where people come by and make your bed the moment you’ve stepped out of it will do to you.
“I've chosen my first official proclamation” he explained, still stiff and nervous as he spoke, biting the skin from his lip. His parents cast each other bewildered looks, not yet king and their son had plans, they couldn't help but be proud, “I've decided that the children on the Isle of Azkaban be given a chance” he paused, not long enough for them to interject but enough to catch his breath, “to live here in Hogwarts”
“Uh”
“Huh”
They gulped simultaneously, his mother dropping the shirt she had been folding and the king sliding his glasses away into his pocket, both turning their full attention to the boys decision. He could see the question on their lips, feel their hesitation in their mannerisms.
“Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned.” The boy continued to explain, quickly rushing off the platform and away from the tailor, much to his annoyance, as he made his way over to his parents, hoping to get his point across in a sincere way.
“The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?” The man questioned, his confusing adamant as he spoke, as if he was dismissing the idea before his son could even begin to talk about the benefits, or why he felt this should be his first call of order.
“We start out with a few at first, only the ones who need out help the most.” He gulps subtly, pulling at his glasses again out of habit, “I've already chosen them” he smiles slightly, trying to ease the tension in the room, however its clear that he can’t do it alone, his dads temper is to hard to manage without Effie.
“I gave you a second chance, remember?” She whispers, nudging her husbands arm with a slight frown, trying to keep the atmosphere calm as they discussed, “who are their parents?” she asked, hoping to get down to the root of the conversation and avoid any arguments that could be avoided.
“Jafar, Evil Queen, Dr Facillier” he paused, as the last name, checking both his parents faces for any kind of reaction, but neither budged. He knew his family well, they didn’t hold a deep rooted hatred towards the man but he still felt cautious bringing him up, “and Maleficent”
Suddenly the tailor yelped, dropping his pad and staring up towards the royal family, in shock. The room felt quiet, too quiet for anyone's liking,
“MALEFICENT! She is the worst villain in the land!” The king snapped quickly, anger radiating off him and filling the room with a thick layer of tension. The disappointment bubbling in his eyes was obvious and the young prince felt a quick punch to the gut at the idea that he had let them down when all he wanted to do was help.
“Dad, just hear me out here…” the boy interrupted, trying to placate his father as he explained himself but it appeared to be no use as the anger continued to pour out of him like an active volcano.
“I won't hear of it” he snapped, “they are guilty of unspeakable crimes!” His voice filled the room making the wait staff and tailor uncomfortable as they swiftly scurried towards the exit, knowing it was not their place to stay.
“Dad their children are innocent. Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?” he asked expectantly, trying to sway his father's decision, not wanting his first idea to be shot down so quickly. The staff had quickly shut the doors, leaving the family alone to discuss, “Dad..?” he continued, hoping that he could convey his emotions to his father.
The man stayed quiet, glancing at his wife for some kind of advice, support, encouragement? He wasn't really sure, this was a big decision putting all of Hogwarts in possible danger if he agreed. The room was silent as he looked back and fourth between his two most dear, their eyes both sparkling in the same way they did when asking him for anything. Taking a short breath he looked back up at his son, “I suppose the children are innocent.”
And without another word he walked out, pulling his glasses from his pocket as he went. However his mother smiled, that same toothy grin that adorned his face at this moment, “Well… well done” she nodded, tentatively fixing the edge of his shirt, as they spoke. But she turned just as quickly, “Shall we?” She muttered, grabbing her husbands hand and leading him out.
Once they were out of sight The prince went to his window, casting another determined glance towards the isle, a newfound smile forming on his face as he twirled his families jewel, a golden ring with a frogs head on it.