Entering Storybrooke
Harry Potter and Fairytales
Entering Storybrooke
"What are you on about Hermione. How can I find the town, their is no indication that it exists"? Harry asks in his cellphone as he was driving down a dark road in Maine.
"Harry, I am telling you it's there. Just look for a ten year old boy named Henry Mills. He said that he's right outside the town. You got to be there at noon and he'll let you in". Hermione replied back.
"I get it but something weird is going on here Hermione. How did this Henry Mills get in touch and how did he know about me and How does an entire town get cursed"? Harry asked as he was driving.
"I'm not sure Harry. I feel very weird about this too. He reached out by delivering a letter to me using a normal looking bird. I'm not sure how he knew the way we deliver letters but he kept saying a town was cursed and that he believed that Harry Potter was needed to break it. When he kept on pushing, he told me where it was. He doesn't seem like he's lying Harry". Hermione argued back at Harry.
"Damn it! Alright but I'm guessing you did some research on the town".
"Well yes but that's the thing Harry, I've looked into it but the town doesn't exist on any map or satellite". Hermione whispered into the phone.
"Seriously! How does this kid live in a town that has nothing. Like it doesn't exist"! Harry said back.
"I don't think it doesn't exist Harry. I found a muggle article from the 80s about a young boy who claims his father was taken by the Mayor of the same town you're looking for. He told the police officers that he and his father was camping out in a forest in the middle of nowhere when a electrical storm hit the campsite. The next morning afterwards, they were in a small area of a town that wasn't there before. It was as if the town appeared there during the night".
Harry continued driving but he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Hermione continued, "The boy claims that they went into the town and stayed their for a few days while their truck was being tended to by a mechanic. They had lunch with the Mayor one night but when they tried to leave the next day, the father said that the Mayor was using some sort of magic and made the sheriff arrest the boy's father for drunk driving. The boy and his father tried to escape, but they were chased and the mayor and sheriff. When they got to the city line, the sheriff cut them off and captured the boy's father, forcing him into his vehicle. The boy ran away, but not before the mayor attempted to convince the boy to stay with them and that's not even the most interesting part".
"Merlin! This case is weird!" Harry said in his mind as he was soaking up the story that Hermione was reading to him.
"All that other stuff wasn't interesting"? Harry joked. Despite his attempt at humor, Harry was still weirded out by this case. It was a new one even for an veteran Ex-Auror like him who's been on cases in both magical and muggle worlds for many years. He eventually quit the Ministry after 12 years of cases. He was getting tired of the endless bureaucracy and bigotry of the Ministry. Even after defeating Voldemort, it was still hard to flush all pure-blood fanatics out. Harry now operates as a freelance private investigator, solving cases in both worlds. Hermione still remained at the Ministry, still working to change the government views with the help it's Minister: Kingsley Shacklebolt. Despite leaving, Harry and Hermione's friendship still remained as strong as ever as they both agreed that Harry operates best when the press and idiotic pure-bloods weren't breathing down his neck. She even sent a case his way every now and then when no one else could solve.
Hermione laughed and continued, "When the boy finally found the police and told them his story, they took him back to the place where the town was claimed to be but they found nothing. There was no buildings or anything resembling a town. They found only a road surrounded by forest. Just like when the boy and his father first arrived".
Harry sighed, knowing where this story was going. He said, "Let me guess, The officers dismissed him as crazy and closed the case".
Hermione replied, "You got it. The only way how I found this article in the first place is because some weird muggle conspiracy theorists that owned a newspaper liked it and picked it up when the kid got older and wouldn't stop talking about it".
Harry took a moment to collect himself and asked his best friend, "So how do you reckon that a ten year old kid named Henry Mills is connected to all this"?
"I honestly wish I knew Harry but that's why you need to take a look. I wish I was there with you but the Ministry is keeping occupied over here. The Minister is very worried about this, About the idea that ordinary people know about you".
Harry sighed, "It's alright. I'll just keep driving until I see the kid. What's the town's name anyway".
Hermione sighed, "It's called StoryBrooke".
Harry snorted, "Storybrooke! Seriously"!
"This isn't a joke Harry. We have no clue what's actually there. You're walking into unknown territory here. Be careful, try not to do anything stupid".
Harry laughed, "That's gonna be hard to do but don't worry Hermione, I'll be careful.
"Good luck Harry. Let me know what you find". Hermione said before they both hung up.
Harry put his phone back on his pocket and accelerated his speed as he listened to his favorite classic rock station
"Alright Henry, where the bloody hell are you"?