Disclaimer—I don't own OUAT or HP and I don't make any money from this . . .

Okays, there's two things I would like to clear up. One: the Dursleys did not blind Harry and his blindness was not an impulsive choice on my part. I will not say anymore, but I just want you guys to know that there is a reason for Harry's blindness. I didn't give him a random disability just because I wanted to.

Two: Glinda and the Sisterhood of Witches DID NOT want to murder Zelena's child (Harry) and still don't want to; they just wanted the child away from Zelena's influence and out of Oz. Dorothy jumped to that conclusion because they said they wanted to "nip the problem in the bud" and an absolute way to get rid of the problem would be killing the child (Harry).

I would also like to mention that I will not be bashing Glinda, Dorothy, and the other two witches. All characters will be treated with respect and like the complex characters that they are. Like in the show, all characters will have their reasons and will be seen in different points of view.

Enjoy~!

CHAPTER SIX

Despite his hunger, Harry nibbled on the sandwich with each bite savored slowly as he eavesdropped on his capturers' conversation. The taste of ham distracted him with a moment of blossoming flavor, but he centered his attention back onto on the conversation taking place. He thought it was strange that one of his capturers expressed the desire to heal his eyes. Why take away an advantage over him? Due to his blindness, Harry did not know the layout of where he was and would not be able to make a speedy escape. He would be forced to go at a snail's pace, feeling everything and trying to maneuver through obstacles. He would also become lost should he escape this place. What would he do then? All of these things compiled into a major advantage for his capturers and it was one that they would need due to his magic and resistance to cooperating with them.

That was why he was blinded in the first place.

For an advantage.

For imprisonment.

The food in Harry's mouth now tasted bitter with the reminder of his loss of freedom. Unable to stand the taste in his mouth, Harry put his sandwich down on the plate and sipped at the tea, gripping the tea cup with both hands. He did not want to have to think about how he had been blinded, the pain still fresh in his mind. No, it was more important to appear as though he was meek and pliable. His new capturers, if they were even new and weren't trying to trick him, would be confident in their power over him if they thought he was a poor, little boy who wouldn't know how to begin with an escape plan. Then once they were relaxed, he could start planning on getting out of here.

But where will I go? How will I escape if I can't see?

This was where he always ran into a wall during his escape plans. Harry would figure out the routine and a time in which he would be able to escape. However, his disability hindered the rest of his escape. He had no way of seeing magical traps or seeing if he was going around in circles. His last capturers had placed him in a room amongst many other rooms with many hallways. The first and last time he had escaped the room, he had spent an hour walking in those hallways only to find himself somehow getting deeper instead of finding an exit. When his capturers found him, he had struggled and vowed to escape the room again, but the maze coupled with his blindness had drained the desire out of him. What was the point of getting out of the room if he would only find himself deeper into his prison?

Though now Harry was out of that room, he was not certain if his current capturers were in cahoots with his previous capturers. What if this was a trick? Just because he was in a different room and he had heard his new capturers talking about summoning him didn't mean he wasn't still in the maze of hallways. Would he really risk angering his supposed new capturers just to find that he had no chance of escaping?

Harry bit his lip. Just because he suspected he was still in the maze didn't mean that he was. What if he was in a new place, a place without a maze in which he would become lost? What if he was somewhere that he could easily run away from? Then he could have escaped if only he had tried to do so. He needed to know for sure if he was still within the maze of hallways.

With a renewed desire to escape, Harry recalled what he felt when he touched the barrier of the magical circle. He knew that the circle had very strong magic to back it up, but when his magic seeped into it to find an exit, the barrier had wavered in its intensity. Perhaps it had a weakness that Harry could use to cancel out the magic. But what could it be?

Harry frowned. He would find that weakness. It was all of a matter of sending his magic into the magical barrier again. This particular talent was something that he had recently developed and one that he found that was almost too easy to use. His magic now jumped to his fingertips, eager to bend to his will. Honestly, it made Harry uncomfortable. Even with a wand, magic had always been difficult for him to perform. He had to practice a single spell for days on end before he managed to perform the spell with little difficulty. However, now it had reversed in a way that Harry could use his magic with an ease unfamiliar to him. Though it was something that Harry didn't understand, he couldn't afford to not use his magic. He needed to use his newfound ability to get him out of here.

He put down the cup and let his magic flow out of his fingertips, caressing the barrier before sinking into it. Harry wasn't sure if he would be able to escape after getting rid of the barrier, but he had to try.

He couldn't stand being a prisoner anymore.

"I see you and Cruella did not succeed," Hades stated with both hands behind his back.

James scowled. "The kid freaked out when I touched him and I was thrown back against a wall."

"Why did he panic? What did you say?" Hades questioned, stepping closer.

"I told him that I was getting him out of there and taking him to you, to his father," he answered, his scowl growing bigger as he kicked a rock. "I didn't do anything wrong."

Hades sighed. "I see."

"So what do we do now? The longer he's with my brother and his band of heroes, the more they'll influence him," James said, his voice becoming louder. "David will poison him against us and he'll never want anything to do with us! You know he won't!"

"Instead of throwing a tantrum, why don't you do something about it?"

James scoffed. "Tried that once. Now they'll be expecting me. Why not send in someone they think is their ally? Like Rumpelstiltskin. Isn't he your new lapdog?"

"Yes, however he is quite reluctant to do my bidding. Powerless people tend to dislike the people who are blackmailing them," Hades replied.

"So I'm guessing you didn't send him on an errand?"

"No," Hades said. "Why? Did you see him?"

James nodded. "Yeah. He was out and about. I didn't think much of it, but I thought you'd like to know."

"Interesting," Hades muttered, his tone flat.

"So if he isn't doing anything, why not send him to pick up the kid?"

Hades sighed before explaining. "Sending a man whose child's life is in my hands to bring me my own son to me is . . . How should I put it? Idiotic." He paused, narrowing his eyes at James. "Cruella is still unaware of why I want the boy, correct?"

James rolled his eyes. "Of course. I am not like my twin. I can actually keep a secret."

"So you can," Hades mused. "I take it that you haven't told your brother yet?"

"Don't see the point. He wouldn't believe me anyway," he answered, his blue eyes turned away from Hades.

A smirk flitted across Hades' face. "Of course. Your reasoning has nothing to do with the fact that you wish to have something to hold over your brother."

James looked at Hades, disbelief and suspicion coating his face. "You're not angry?"

"Why would I be?"

James shrugged. "I don't know. I figured you'd want him to know the truth . . . It wouldn't hurt that the information would throw him off his game."

Hades laughed. "Oh, James, though I would like David to know the truth, I can understand your need to have information that your brother would kill to know. Besides, if David was aware of his status, it would not work in our favor, I assure you. If anything, it would hinder our plans."

"So he'll never know?"

"I can't say for certain," Hades admitted. "He may get in the way of things to a great degree that only this information could get him to stand down for a while. However, for the foreseeable future, I see no reason why David should learn the truth."

James knew a gift when he saw it. "Thank you . . . Father."

This was the first time that James had called Hades his father. He had always referred to his biological father as Hades or sir so Hades realized that in return for his gift, James had given Hades a gift as well.

Hades' face softened. "You are welcome, James. Now be a dear and fetch the boy. Zelena is growing impatient."

"Yes, sir."

Hades watched as his oldest son sauntered off to retrieve Hadrian, unable shake off an ominous feeling. Only the sound of incoming footsteps behind him tore his attention away.

"I worry as well, Hades," Zelena murmured behind him, caressing his shoulder.

He held her hand against his shoulder. "Between the Sisterhood of Witches from Oz and my own family in Olympus, our son will be in great danger should anyone else learn of his existence. I fear that we will fail in protecting him."

"Never!" Zelena hissed. "Between the both of us, Hadrian won't ever suffer. We'll be happy and safe . . . like a normal family."

Hades' grip tightened. "I pray that your words are true."

Rumple had little trouble telling the group of heroes a little white lie about his whereabouts. It wasn't as though they were all too concerned with his actions, but they were instead focused on the son of Hades and Zelena and would take whatever lie he told them. He couldn't blame them for their lack of suspicion, however, because he too found his attention locked onto the demigod. The boy was young, thin, and scarred in more ways than one. The boy, Harry, seemed to be nothing more than a mere mortal with an unpleasant home life. However, Rumple could sense that there was something more lurking under the boy's skin. He couldn't identify it due to the magical barrier around the boy, but Rumple had a survival instinct that ran deep.

And it was telling him to run. Far, fast, and now.

This reaction to the boy could be explained away due to the boy's lineage being consisted of gods and Zelena, a very powerful witch. The boy, though restrained for the moment, possibly had access to power that was on par with his own magic if not more than Rumple's. If the boy truly had inherited magical abilities from both parents, it would explain why Rumple's first impulse was to depart from the apartment and put a great deal of distance between himself and the demigod.

But that wasn't it. No, Rumple knew that the reason was different. There was something different about the boy.

Rumple circled the boy, watching him with careful eyes that searched for anything that could explain why Rumple was so unsettled. The demigod was seemingly unaware of Rumple's movement and instead was sitting on the bed, seeing something that only he could see. That captured Rumple's attention. What was the boy so focused on? It wasn't as if he could actually see anything.

Perhaps . . .

Rumple analyzed the boy's form with sharp eyes. The boy was doing something, he was certain. But what? Rumple continued to survey the boy until something caught his eyes. Upon the boy's forehead was a scar in the shape of lightning bolt. The cut was deep and appeared to be recent, but the skin surrounding it was aged and stretched. That betrayed the cut's age and stirred up an inkling in Rumple's mind. He had seen something like this before or had least read about it. The scar was familiar in shape, but not because it was like a lightning bolt. No, Rumple recognized it for reasons that he couldn't put his finger on.

It took Rumple a few moments, but he finally remembered why the scar was familiar to him. Horror swept through him as he spoke.

"He's been Marked."

A/N—Thought this would be a good place to stop. This was published on 7-27-16 with the length of 2293 words.