The lost children (finished editing)

"Chapter 11; It was just a dream"

Trigger warnings: Accidental injuries, denial, children not being believed, hallucinations, nightmares, gore, accusations, adoption, etc. 

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Harry yelped as the Gaston twins carried him back inside the camp, tears brimming within his eyes as the pain hit.

Harriet walked beside them, rubbing her temples and ranting at her younger brother—angry, stressed, and worried as the red splotch on his shirt grew bigger.

"Honestly, Harry, I swear you could trip over your own Shadow!"

"I-it's not my f-fault!" Harry hiccuped, holding on tight to his hook that was still lodged into his stomach. "M-my shadow is a t-tricky i-i-imp!"

Junior snorted in amusement at that, along with his twin—earning them both an icy glare from Harriet. "This isn't funny! He could have gotten himself killed, wandering off alone like that! We have rules for a reason!"

The 7 year old winced slightly at her raised voice and once again as his wounds were jostled by the twins' movements.

"I had to potty!" He said defensively, pouting at her. "And I told Gilly that I was gonna go!"

"That doesn't matter! You should have told me or gotten someone to go with you!" His older sister said snappishly, rubbing her temples as she felt a headache coming on.

"I'm not a b-baby! I don't need anyone to go to the potty with me!" Harry snapped right back, sticking his nose up at her.

"Don't you stick your nose up at me, Harrison Liam Jones!" the 10 year old scolded, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "And if you don't wanna be treated like a baby, then act your age and stop being so clingy! And Stop making things up!"

"I didn't make it up! I really saw daddy this time, 'Ette! I didn't imagine it or make it up!" Harry insisted desperately "and I don't act like a baby."

The twins glanced at each other, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with what was going on.

"No you didn't. What you saw wasn't real. It was probably just another one of your stupid day dreams and you need to accept that!" Harriet said exasperated and fed up with her brother's constant denial.

"I didn't imagine it! I'm not crazy, I saw it" Harry argued back weakly, eyes watering. Feeling extremely embarrassed and desperate for his sister to believe him.

"Yes you did! You did imagine it! You have to understand that! You have to understand that dad isn't coming back! It's been years! He's gone and dead and never coming back! None of our parents are!" Harriet nearly screamed in frustration, on the verge of tears. "And the sooner you understand that the better off we will all be!"

Harry's vision blurred with tears as his sister stormed off to her ship.

"I'm not crazy " Harry hiccuped, "you guys believe me right?" The small boy asked his sister's friends hopefully. They didn't answer him—no one around the camp did; they all just gave him sad looks—leaving him devastated and distraught.

"I'm not crazy!" He repeated quietly, yanking the hook in his chest.

"Hey! No, don't touch that!" Sammy scolded, but it was too late.

Harry passed out from the pain.

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Emma watched as Hook tossed and turned, wondering what the man was dreaming about. Her parents slept huddled together nearby, Gold sat far away from them along with Regina and she couldn't tell if either of them were asleep.