Chapter 4 - Plots and Secrets

(A/N) Sorry for slow update but I've been more interested in reading rather than writing. Soooo many books to read. This is a really long chapter to make it up to yous! Let me know what you think. Your reviews fuel me. Also, since this is a long chapter sorry if there are any mistakes!

Also, fair warning, if anyone wants to know whether or not Harry and Evie end up togethere at the end, I've put a spoiler for that at the veeeeeery bottom of the chapter, after answering the reviews. So if you don't want that spoiled don't read past the reveiws and the dots. I thought I'd put the answer to that in case anyone got anxious, cause I get a wee bit anxious when reading long fics in case my otp don't get togethere which can be a bit upsetting.

"So," Ben drawled, wincing as he spoke. "Harry and Jay don't get along?"

"Nope."

"What about Mal and Uma?"

"Nope."

"Do any of the new arrivals get along with the other VKs?"

"Nope."

And those were the understatements of the century.

Ben nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. Evie watched as he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he slouched against the wall.

Despite being flawlessly dressed as always in his freshly pressed blue suit, Evie couldn't help but notice how exhausted the King looked. His cheeks were tinged red, there were heavy shadows under his eyes, his hair was mused, and the polite smile he usually wore lacked its normal ease. Even the way he carried himself seemed less energetic, like a heavy burden sat upon his shoulders weighing him down, leeching him of his energy.

And she supposed it truly did. The crown of a King was weighed down by a monstrous amount of responsibly and duties, difficult for even the most experienced - never mind a boy of his tender age. Sometimes Evie questioned the wisdom of the kingdom, bestowing such a frightful amount of power and obligation on one so young, before he even had the chance to finish school. On top of all his kingly duties, poor Ben also had to deal with the upcoming coronation welcoming Mal into the Royal Court, and now three new students from The Isle and their vendettas against the VKs and vice versa.

Evie felt her heart swell with pity for the King.

Several crude, muffled cruses drew Evie and Ben's attention to the door across from them. It led to the school nurses office. Inside, Nurse Baymax was tending to Harry and Jay's wounds.

Evie had learned the hard way how right Carlos had been with his assumption that Jay would be unhappy seeing her and Harry kiss - or at least, in this case, looking like they were about to kiss. Seeing Evie in that rather comprising position with the pirate had been the spark to light the fuse.

Upon seeing the tension in Jay's body Harry had gently pushed Evie behind him before taking a few swaggering steps towards Jay. Devil that he was, Harry couldn't pass the opportunity to have a go at Jay. All it took was a few mean-spirited taunts about how Jay had lost his touch and it had set the boy off. Jay lost his calm and launched himself at the grinning pirate.

Evie had tried to break them up. Neither boy had listened to her, too busy trying to make a bloody mess out of the other. With an indignant huff, and nothing else to do, Evie had plopped herself on the bed, legs crossed and arms folded, watching the pair wrestle it out with a scowl on her lips. That was how Ben, Mal, Uma, Gil and a small following of the welcome committee had found them. The room in shambles, Harry and Jay trying to kill each other, and Evie sitting sulkily on the bed.

Stars above they must be the gossip of the school by now!

"I'm sorry Ben, I knew Harry and Jay didn't like each other but I didn't think they'd try to kill each other the first chance they got," Evie sighed, resting her head back against the wall. "I don't think Harry's reaction to Mal and Carlos will be any better. Or the other way around. And I don't know how much longer Mal will be able to keep up her friendly demeanour around Uma."

"There's a lot of history here I'm not aware of, isn't there?" Ben asked, tilting his head.

"A fair bit," Evie said, letting out a strained laugh. "I couldn't even tell you all of it. Jay and Mal have been enemies with Uma and her crew for as long as anyone can remember."

"This may present a few problems," Ben said quietly.

Evie quirked an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"Because of the short notice, rooms haven't been set up for any of the new villain children," Ben explained, carefully taking in Evie's reaction. "You see, they're going to have to share rooms for a few weeks until we get everything sorted out."

"Share rooms with who?" Evie asked, narrowing her eyes.

What poor unfortunate souls were getting this delightful surprise? The apprehension in Ben's gaze gave Evie a very bad feeling about this.

"Well, everyone's quite nervous about the idea of sharing rooms with villain kids," Ben confessed, looking disappointed in his fellow students. "So Fairy Godmother and I decided that it would be best if they shared rooms with people who have been in their situation, people who they can connect with and bond over past experiences with. People like... other villains children."

"What other-" Evie's words died on her lips, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh, my magic mirrors! Are you kidding me? You want us to share rooms with Uma and her crew!"

Evie felt the panic bubbling up inside her, knowing full well what a terrible, terrible idea this was.

"Just for the time being!" Ben said quickly, raising his hands defensively. "Uma's been assigned to share a room with you and Mal-" Ben hurried to finish his words at Evie's sharp intake of breath- "And Harry and Gil, well..."

Evie wanted to protest, to rant and rave about the absurdity and stupidity of forcing them to share close quarters with each other, for any duration of time. If this played out then Evie wouldn't give it a single night before Auradon was back to having zero villain kids living among them. They would tare each other's throats out!

Oh, the thought of leaving Harry and Jay or Uma and Mal in the same room was enough to cause shivers to run down Evie's spine. How could Ben possibly think this was a good idea now that he knew of the hot hatred and dislike the teenagers held for each other? She knew Ben was an idealist who wanted to see the best in people but this wasn't even naivety or wishful thinking, this was flat out insanity!

"You're going to put Harry and Jay in a room together after they just tried to kill each other?" Evie scoffed. "That's crazy! You need to come up with a new plan. And having Uma and Mal in the same room is not an option. It's just asking for a fight of epic proportions! It'll make Jay and Harry's fight look like a kiddy fight!"

There was so much bad blood between Uma and Mal it could dye the oceans red. Having them spend time together was going to do no one any favours. They were both too stubborn and spiteful to let go of their rivalry. Evie didn't think there was anything in the world that could bring the two girls together peacefully.

"I don't have any other choice," Ben sighed. "It's only temporarily."

Evie fell quiet for a moment, shaking her head in disapproval. "Fine, but you need to know one thing."

"What's that?"

Evie flipped her hair over her shoulder, giving Ben a borderline wicked smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I'm not telling Mal."

Ben looked ready to argue but Evie held her hand up, silencing him.

"I'm already in her bad books." And she was about to have her name dug deeper into the pages with a sharpened dagger once Mal found out exactly how Harry had gotten to Auradon. "It would be hazardous to my health if I give her any more bad news. Besides, this was your great idea. Good luck, you'll need it."

Evie knew Ben was hoping that she would have broken the news to Mal, thinking that it would have lessen the blow. There were many things that Evie was, but a fool was not one of them. Whoever broke that news was a dead man. They were villain's children, and back on The Isle the saying 'don't shoot the messenger' meant nothing.

The creak of the medical room door opening snapped Evie and Ben's attention towards it once more. Jay and Harry appeared at the doorway, both still looking dishevelled and peeved from their fight and now sporting several plasters and bandages.

Evie winced when both boys butted shoulders as they tried to squeeze through the doorframe at the same time. Their glares seared into each other and they looked ready to burst into another shouting match when Nurse Baymax came up behind them. The nurse unintentionally bellyflopped them through the door as he tried to make his way out. The boys stumbled forward, catching themselves on the opposite wall.

"Thank you for being such fine patients. Here have a lollipop," Nurse Baymax's said, offering the boys some candy.

Both boys glared at the inflatable nurse, looking very much like they wanted to pop him. Thankfully for Baymax, Harry didn't have his hook. Though judging from the intensity in Harry's glare he was coming up with some pretty creative alternatives to solving that issue.

"Thank you, Nurse Baymax, but I don't think they want any," Ben said diplomatically, giving the nurse a tense smile.

Baymax bid farewell, turned around and squeaked back into his office, the door shutting behind him.

"Well this day hasn't gone quite as planned, huh?" Ben said, straining to sound upbeat about it all.

Evie joined Jay and Harry in their unimpressed scowl at the King. Ben laughed tightly at the tension in the hall, clearly not at ease. After a heavy pause, Ben cleared his throat and straightened his posture, intent on trying to salvage what he could of this mess.

"Um, it's a pleasure to meet you by the way," Ben said, offering his hand to Harry. "I'm King Ben, please feel free just to call me Ben. You must be Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, right?"

Harry made no move to accept Ben's hand or greeting, instead only glancing at it before his eyes moved up to Ben's face. Ben quickly took the hint and pulled his hand back.

"Welcome to Auradon," Ben continued, appearing as unfazed as he could. "I'm really happy you could make it. I know Evie was quite excited to have you here."

Evie ducked her head, her cheeks flaring red. Why in Auradon did he have to mention that? As if this whole situation wasn't awkward enough! Evie could feel Harry and Jay's gazes flicker over to her, not helping her embarrassment. She didn't want to know what they were thinking at that moment.

"You're not the only new villain child here. We've also brought Uma and Gil here too. They're the children of-"

"I know who they are," Harry cut in sharply, his glare turning on the king. "They are ma best friends after all."

"Right, sorry," Ben said, shaking his head. "Anyway, they're here too. I'm going to take the three of you on a tour of the campus and introduce you to a few people. Tomorrow you'll have a proper introduction into the way things are here. What classes you'll be taking, clubs you can join, the rules, and other stuff like that."

As Ben prattled on, Evie felt his words being drowned out by a sense of unease, her body tensing. She couldn't stop herself looking at Harry, trying to gauge his reaction to what Ben was saying. This was his chance after all. If Harry wanted to oust her he could do it, he had Ben right there in front of him. All it took was a few words and she was done for.

And yet he still hadn't said anything.

What was he waiting for? Was he trying to torture her, draw it out as long as possible? She knew he knew what she was thinking, she could tell by the way he kept stealing glancing of her.

"So, is that alright with you?" Ben asked, finishing up his mini introduction to Auradon life.

Evie held her breath, her fingers digging into her crossed arms. It was a sickening and hopeless feeling waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under you, knowing that your whole world would shatter when it did. Harry had her existence, her happiness and her dreams all in his hands and it would be so easy for him to crush it. All he had to do was tell Ben the truth, tell him that she had poisoned and kidnapped him, that she was just as bad as her mother.

Evie closed her eyes, bracing herself for the blow.

"Staying in Auradon?" Harry drawled, a little smirk on his lips. "Sounds like fun. Can't wait tae get started."

Evie's eyes snapped open. She blinked a few times, her mouth dropping open.

Harry was staying? He had chosen to stay here in Auradon? Evie felt herself go numb, completely shell-shocked. Even Jay seemed startled by Harry's declaration, losing his balance against the wall he was leaning on.

"Great! Well if you'll follow me we can get started!" Ben said chirpily.

Evie was too flabbergasted to comment as Ben lead Harry away. Harry gave her a brief glance as he walked by her but said nothing. Jay came up beside her, crossing his arms and scowling at the pirates retreating form.

"Now he wants to stay?" Jay scoffed, shaking his head. "No way he had a change of heart that quick. I don't trust him."

Truthfully, at this point, neither did Evie.

There was something about the way he looked at her just there that unsettled her, something in his eyes that made her want to recoil. He was up to something. He had to be. He had been against staying here in Auradon, so furious at the mere thought. He saw it as a betrayal to his family, to his way of life and everything he had been raised to believe. He didn't believe in Auradons morals or ideals and he wasn't one to give it a fair shot without ample amounts of convincing, bribing and arguments.

When Evie had devised her plan to bring Harry here to Auradon and convince him that this was the right path, she had been convinced that she could make him see things her way. But after seeing his heated reaction to the suggest and having him here, Evie realised she had been too naive and overly hopeful. She had let her feelings for Harry cloud her judgement. Harry was stubborn and proud and firmly set in his wicked ways. Convincing him would take a lot more than a few conversations.

So why had he suddenly agreed to stay? Was it because he knew Uma and Gil were here, had knowing they were here prompted him to stay? Evie wasn't even sure why Uma and Gil had agreed, the only reasons she could imagine meant nothing pleasant for Auradon.

Evie thought back to her first time in Auradon. She and the VKs hadn't come here with honest intentions. They had been sent under duress, their parent's plot and thirst for vengeance outweighing their reluctance to attend school in a world filled with heroes and goodness. They had been sent here to cause mischief. It was completely within the realms of possibility that Harry was already scheming, and so were Uma and Gil. In truth, it seemed like the only plausible reason for them coming here. For Harry suddenly agreeing to stay.

She wished she could give Harry the benefit of the doubt, to believe he was staying for all the right reasons. But she'd be a fool to believe that. He changed his mind to quick. And she knew how much he loathed Auradon and everyone in it. Harry would never do anything that he considered betrayal to his family and he had made it crystal clear that staying in Auradon was something he considered to be just that.

Evie felt her heart ache, a feeling of despair dragging her spirt down.

All she had wanted was to give Harry a chance at a better life. To maybe even get a chance to be with him again, even if it was only as friends. But now it seemed all she had done was bring a new threat to Auradon. There was so much she hadn't taken into consideration before bringing Harry here and she cursed her hastiness and ill judgement.

If Harry was up to something she would have to stop him, stop him before he hurt anyone. Including himself.

Harry had never been so bored or frustrated in his entire life. Having Beastie Boy cheerfully parade him about the school grounds left a sickening and bitter taste on his tongue.

He was a villain among the children of heroes. A pirate marooned on land, no ship to his name and miles away from any large mass of water. Everything here was so irksomely bright, clean posh and so different from everything he knew back on The Isle. Here everything and everyone seemed to shine and radiate nauseating goodness. It made his skin crawl. They were all so happy and carefree - even if some occasionally gave him a wary second glance or pointed whisper.

He felt so out of place here.

Here in Auradon the trees and plants were lush and green, the flowers were obnoxiously colourful and in full bloom, and the ponds and fountains waters sparkled in the summer sun. The grounds were all well tended too and the buildings were spotless of damage or graffiti. Inside the school was only worse. Fancy chandeliers, gold trimmed furniture, expensive decorations and grand paintings on every wall. The place was knee-buckling lavished. No expensive seemed to have been spared. It was mouth watering to see the clear display of riches.

It also made Harry want to be sick.

The heroes had such comfortable wee lives here, didn't they? Well everyone on The Isle was left to squander in rot and filth. Harry had always wanted revenge on the Auradonians for what they had done to his father, to his crew and to him and sisters. But now, every passing second made him thirst for it all the more. He was going to enjoy bringing Auradon to its knees.

"And I thought my dad was vain," Gil gasped, pointing towards something. "Is that a statue of King Adam?"

Harry glanced up, noticing the statue of the former King of Auradon, surrounded by blooming flowers. It was the first time Harry could put a face to one of the people who had started it all. It was by decree of King Adam, better known as The Beast, and his wife Belle, that all the villains had been rounded up and cast away to The Isle of The Lost. Where they could suffer forever. Even villains who had paid the ultimate price were brought back to life to suffer more.

Weren't the King and Queen just so nice?

Harry sneered, making a mental note that when the villains took over, the statue was the first thing to go.

Ben clapped his hands. Harry was to lost in his plots to notice the shift in the statue, as it morphed from man to beast. Gil cried out, flinging himself backwards and smacking right into Harry.

"Gil, ye eejit!" Harry snarled, shoving Gil aside.

"It changed!" Gil gasped in awe.

Ben looked rather smug, pleased by Gil's reaction to the feat of magic. When his gaze turned to take in Uma and Harry's reactions, the smugness fell. Uma didn't even try to contain her yawn. Harry was scowling at the statue, more annoyed than anything.

"How did it do that?" Gil asked, sounding both curious and eager.

"Magic," Ben smiled. "My father wanted his statue to shift from man to beast, to remind us that anything is possible. That anyone can change."

Harry felt a swell of anger puffing out his chest.

Change? Oh, Harry really was teetering on the edge of hooking the little king now. Was that what Beastie Boy thought he was offering them? A chance of redemption? Redemption for what? What exactly had he, Uma or Gil done that warranted being locked away on The Isle all those years? Aye, they may be bullies, indulge in a little theft and mayhem, but that was the way of The Isle, the isle they had been locked away on since the moment of their birth for the sins of their parents. They had never had the chance to cause their own chaos and destruction, to earn their place there. And yet here was Benny dearest, thinking he was being a good wee soul offering up a chance for some terrible, misguided villains to change who they are. Such an angel wasn't he?

Harry had hated many people, but never so passionately so quickly. Ben was the very figurehead of everything he despised. It was his parents who had locked his father and crew away on The Isle in the first place, his parents who kept him and his siblings locked away too! Harry couldn't wait to knock that polite, charming little smile off of the boy's face.

"How much longer dae we need tae put up with this?" Harry groaned, nothing hiding the swelling fury in his voice.

"Easy, Harry," Uma whispered, keeping a sharp eye on Ben. He was a few paces ahead of them, just out of ear-shot. "Just suck it up the now. We'll only have to put up with this for a few days."

"I take it ye have a plan? Otherwise, I can't see why ye agreed tae come tae this wretched place."

The only reason Harry had agreed to stay was so he could find Uma and Gil and discover what the plan was. Uma wouldn't have agreed to come here unless she had a plan to break the barrier and get revenge on all of Auradon.

"Of course I do," Uma smiled. "Well, the beginnings of a plan. I have to admit I wasn't expecting to have the King of Auradon on my doorstep this morning offering me the chance to study at Auradon Prep. He caught me a little off guard, but I'm working on it."

"Is that why ye and Gil didn't show up for lunch?"

"Yipe," Uma confessed. "I was going to come find you but Ben said little Miss Fairest of Them All was going to personally invite you since you two are 'old friends'."

Old friends? Is that what they were? Harry scowled, wondering what it was that Evie had told Ben. How much the wee King know about their history? The idea of Evie sitting down for crumpets and tea with the snot-nosed brat, prattling on about him and her made Harry scrunch his nose up in disdain.

"How did that go by the way? The princess seemed quite flustered when she came down to greet us," Uma asked, sounding amused.

Harry wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or thrilled by how the princess had managed to get him to Auradon. He wasn't happy about being tricked, poisoned and kidnapped, but the villain in him couldn't help but be impressed. There was also a delight to be taken in it. Even after all this time in Auradon, with constant pressure to be good, that wicked princess he knew was still in there somewhere. She hadn't completely let go of her roots, not if she was capable of all that. It gave him hope that she wasn't a lost cause, completely embroiled in goods twisted indoctrination.

"She kidnapped me."

"She... she what?" Uma blinked, shaking her head in disbelief. "She kidnapped you? And you let her?"

"I was tricked," Harry snapped.

"How?"

Harry grunted, hurrying his pace to keep up with Ben who was answering Gils enthusiastic questions. Harry decided he wasn't going to answer Uma's question, there was no way his pride could let him.

As much as he hated someone out-smarting him, he wasn't afraid to admit to it when it was done so well. But admitting that he willingly took an apple from the daughter of The Evil Queen, the women infamous for her poisoned apple routine was just going to make him seem like the greatest eejit that ever lived. There was getting outwitted and there was just plain stupidity. Uma would never let him live it done. He certainly wouldn't let himself live it down. What made it all worse was how little Evie had tried to hide the fact that the apple was poisoned, she might as well have scribbled the word 'poison' on it with a doodle of skulls and crossbones!

"That's not important," Harry muttered. "What matters now is that we find a way tae bring down that damn barrier."

"Don't worry, we will," Uma smiled evilly. "Until then, you need to stay on your best behaviour. No more fighting with Jay. We can't risk getting sent back to The Isle, not when we're finally free. We have a chance to show the world what we're made of and we can't blow it."

"Easier said than done," Harry gritted out, his blood boiling at the thought of that swaggering fool Jay. His mood only soured further when he glanced over to Ben, a fresh wave of resentment curling his hands.

"You only need to reel in your temper for a short while and then you can really make him pay," Uma whispered, noticing the storm brewing in Harry's eyes. "We'll make everyone pay. Leaving us on that island will be their last regret."

"Mal, it's not Ben's fault. He's-"

"Being completely unreasonable!"

"Mal-"

"It's bad enough that he allowed Uma and Harry to come here but now he expects us to share rooms with them?"

"It's only temp-"

"Uma can't be trusted!

Evie let out an indignant puff, unable to deal with Mal's rant anymore. She sympathised compeltley, she truly did. But this couldn't go on.

She stood up and approached Mal, gripping her gently but firmly by the shoulders and leading her back towards the bed. Mal briefly protested before being forced to sit down. Evie gave her a stern look and placed her hands on her hips, her no tolerating nonsense stance.

Everything was a mess and it was only going to get worse if they all kept complaining about it. She had to put her foot down. She had to try and make something out of this mess, to find some middle ground which would allow for peace, before all villain children in Auradon raised hell. Especially if she wanted any chance of survival once Mal found out the entire story. Right now though, their new roommate took precedence. She felt like a coward delaying the truth, but tossing out her lapse back into her old ways wasn't going to help the situation right now. There was a time and a place. And it wasn't right now.

"Mal, it's only for a short while, just until new rooms are readied-" When Mal tried to butt in, Evie held her hand up. "Take it easy on Ben. You know he's under a lot of pressure."

"And I'm not?"

"Mal, you know that's not what I mean," Evie said gently. She took a seat beside Mal on the bed, taking one of her hands in her own. "Uma deserves a chance just like the rest of us. You don't have to like it but you have to accept it. Do you think the other Auradon kids were happy when we first got invited here?"

Mal let out a strained laugh, causing Evie to smile. No one except Ben had been happy to have them here, and no one had made any reservations in hiding that fact. The VKs had been met with distrust, scorn and wariness upon arriving in Auradon. Even now some people were still cautious of them.

"Evie, why did we come to Auradon?" Mal asked quietly, seeking her friend's eyes out.

"Because our parents wanted us to break down the barrier," Evie replied quietly, a flash of guilt crossing her face. "It was our job to steal Fairy Godmother's magic wand."

"And you don't think that Uma has some diabolical plan up her sleeves? Just like we did?"

Evie fell quiet for a moment, her eyes settling on the new bed that had been squeezed into their room, right between her's and Mal's.

Evie still believed that the other villain children deserved a chance to change their ways but Mal was right. It also had to be taken into consideration that Uma, Harry and Gil had been raised to be evil, hatred for Auradon being ingrained in their souls from their birth. Everything on The Isle prepared them for a life of villainy, from school, their time at home, the games they played, and the books they read. It had been the exact same for the VKs.

There was also no forgetting how wronged and furious many were for being locked on The Isle, how they wanted to get payback for themselves and their parents. Bringing children who were raised to be evil and who had strong motives for wanting to cause chaos was risky. But it was the right thing to do. They deserved a chance.

"Evie, having them here is too dangerous. They're going to try and ruin everything," Mal sighed, running her hands through her hair. "Ben's too forgiving. He tries to see the good in everyone but..."

"Mal, I get it, I really do. I know how dangerous it is having them here. I guess now we know how the Auradonians felt when we first came."

Evie saw Mal's shoulders deflate a little, and she couldn't help but be relieved that her words were finally getting through to her.

Bringing the VKs to Auradon originally had been a very risky move on Ben's part too. The VKs were trained in the ways of evil and had been filled with a desire to please and avenge their parents. They had almost brought down the barrier. And ultimately, it was their messing with Jane that had resulted in the girl snatching the wand and unleashing Maleficent.

"We caused all sorts of mayhem," Evie said, laughing lightly. "And yet, look at us now. We're good now. Becuase someone took a chance on us when no one else would. Who's to say the same won't happen for Harry, Uma and Gil?"

Mal sighed, shaking her head. Evie could tell that the girl's anger was draining, even if she was fighting against it.

"If they do have plans to destroy Auradon... what if they succeed where we failed?" Mal asked, her eyes boring into Evie's. "Maybe it was just luck last time. There's no guarantee that this time will have a happy ending."

"It's different this time. We're already here. We can keep an eye on them. Guide them. Help them. We know what they're going through, we've been through it. We still are," Evie spoke gently, giving Mal a reassuring smile. "Leaving behind their old ways won't be easy and they certainly won't do it without a fight. But we have to try. We'll make sure they don't get up to too much mischief. We'll keep Auradon safe."

Mal had every right to be concerned. She would be a fool not to be. Regardless of whether they liked it or not, Uma and her crew were here and the only thing they could do was make sure they didn't accomplish any plotting they may come up with. If anyone could stop them then it was the VKs. They were the children of villains too, and they knew every trick in the book.

"If they try anything we'll know."

Mal took in a deep breath, clearly not liking any of this but agreeing none the less. It wasn't like she had a choice. Her hands were tied.

"Just... try and not to let Uma rile you up," Evie said, wincing slightly.

Mal gave Evie a glare, her nose scrunched up in annoyance. "I'll play nice if she plays nice."

"I wouldn't hold your breath."

Evie and Mal's head's swirled around at the sound of the new voice. Uma stood by the door, a purple suitcase with a pirate octopus pattern on it sitting by her side. She was leaning against the door, a vile smile on her face.

"On second thought-" Uma clicked her fingers, as though an idea had just occurred to her- "feel free to hold it."

Evie didn't need to see Mal's face to know her eyes were glowing lividly.

It was going to be a long night.

Why do I allow myself to get into these messes?

Doug peered over the balcony, spotting Ben standing with the new villain children. None of them looked friendly from up here, each intimidating in their own ways. He watched as two of his fellow students paired off with two of villain kids, the teal-haired girl and the blonde guy, leaving the one he really did not want to be paired with left.

The last villain kid was leaning against the staircase, arms crossed and a scowl set on his face. Ben seemed to be trying to lighten the boy's mood but all the king's attempts seemed to do was deepen the furrow of the other boy's brow, making him look more and more angrier.

Ben whatever you're doing please stop, Doug silently pleaded.

He was already nervous about being a guide for villain kids again, and his charge was the scariest one he had seen yet. Tall, muscular and dressed like a pirate. He looked utterly dangerous. All he was missing was a sword and pistol to finish off the frightful look.

"Doug! There you are, I was beginning to wonder what was keeping you," Ben's voice called up to him.

Doug winced, ducking when he realised Ben had spotted him. With a deep breath, Doug put on his bravest face and scurried down the stairs. He couldn't stop fidgeting, fixing his glasses and checkered shirt.

"Um, hi there," Doug mumbled, offering a small wave. "I'm Doug. Son of Dopey."

The pirate boy quirked an eyebrow, giving him a once over.

Ben cleared his throat when it became apparent Harry was not going to return the hello. "Doug, this is Harry Hook. Son of Captain Hook."

"Cap... Captain Hook?" Doug stuttered, his eyes widening.

Doug felt a wave of fear shudder through him and he couldn't help but gulp. This was the son of the infamous Captain James Hook? Most fearsome pirate to sail the seven seas, known for his firey temper and obessive drive for revenege. Harry certinly looked the part, the red coat should have been the give away.

"Oh, so you're a pirate! That's cool," Doug said, giving Harry a timid smile.

"I take it yer ma guide for the day then?" Harry asked, sounding bored.

"Actually, I'm your guide for the next few weeks. I'll take you to your classes, show you around the grounds, and if you have any issues or queries just find me and I'll help you."

"Great," Harry replied with a grin, but his tone suggested it was anything but. The mischievous twinkle in Harry's eye did nothing to ease Doug's nerves. The look in Harry's eyes reminded Doug of a rabid dog that had found a new chew toy. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun."

Doug gulped and gave Ben a worried glance, only to find the King had been pulled away by some other student. Doug looked on in despair, a feeling of dread stirring in his stomach.

Oh, why did he have to do this? Oh right, he volunteered. Fool that he was. But he couldn't say no to Ben, not when the King had looked so desperate. It wasn't exactly easy finding people who wanted to be tour guides for the children of the people who had hurt, cursed or tried to murder their parents.

Doug quickly straightened his shoulders, casting the feeling away. He had to stop thinking like that. No more moping. He had signed up for this job to help a friend and it wasn't fair to judge Harry before he got the chance to know him. After all, the other villain children had turned out to be alright, why couldn't these ones be the same?

Doug turned back to face Harry, a friendly smile on his face.

"Well it's almost nine o'clock and we have French first so we best get-"

Harry subtly put his foot out, tripping up Chad Charming as he walked by. The prince let out a startled yelp, bumping into several other students and sending them all crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs. A choir of moans and yelps from the fallen students forced the smile from Doug's face.

"Maybe there's some fun to have here after all," Harry quipped with a grin.

Perhaps he just needs some time to adjust? Doug thought doubtfully, wincing at the carnage.

Then again, Doug had been wrong before.

By twelve o'clock, Doug had quickly reassessed his opinion on Harry.

The boy was a lost cause. Evil incarnate. An utter nightmare!

In French class he continually disrupted the lesson, tossing things at his fellow classmates, terroizing one boy to the point where he burst into tears, sassing the teacher, refusing to do the work and even dozing off at one point. He had been the same in English, Chemistry and he was still doing it in Maths.

Doug was mortified and unsure of what to do. He had tried to get Harry to behave but that had ended with a vicious glare from the pirate. Even Mal, Jay, Carlos and Evie hadn't been this disruptive when they had first joined Auradon.

What was Harry's problem? The boy seemed to thrive off anarchy.

The only blessing was he wouldn't need to endure the pirate's company for much longer today. He had promised Evie that he would help her with a few new orders for her business Four Hearts. Speaking of which, he would need to let Harry know that about that.

"I'm going to be busy next period so I'll get someone to show you to your next class," Doug whispered, so as not to attract the teacher's attention.

"Aren't ye suppose to be my guide?" Harry asked dryly, idly flicking through the pages of the textbook.

"Oh, I am. It's just that I promised Evie I'd help her out later, and she's really busy so-"

"Evie?" Harry sharply turned to face Doug. "Why are ye helpin her?"

"Oh, I'm her partner!" Doug said, looking down a little bashfully.

"Partner?"

Doug glanced up to look at Harry, startled by the dark edge to the boy's voice. He was put more on edge with the intense way Harry was looking at him, it was like he was sizing him up for a fight.

Doug panicked, fearing he had somehow unintentionally offended the boy, though not understanding what he could have done to earn that threatening look. His panic only grew when Harry leaned towards him, his whole body radiating menace.

"P-Partner... like... business partner! I'm her business partner! For her business. Four Hearts," Doug explained quickly, leaning away. "She designs and makes clothes for everyone. She's always wanted to be a fashion designer."

"I know she has," Harry grit out. "So yer just business partners?"

Doug winced. "Um... we're also-"

"Also what?" Harry cut in, his voice so low it was like a growl.

"F-Friends," Doug squeaked.

"Just friends?"

Doug wanted to say that he hoped that one day they would be more, but with the predatory way Harry was watching him he realised saying so would be as good a signing his own death certificate. Instead, he shook his head. Insisting they were just friends and business partners.

Harry seemed appeased at that, pulling away.

Doug let out a breath of air, wondering what on Earth all that was about? Did Harry and Evie know each other? How close were they for Harry to act so... so... threatening? He would need to ask Evie about it later.

"Master Hook, if you and Mr Dopey are quite done chit-chatting in my class, perhaps you'd like to answer the question on the board?"

Harry glanced up, looking unimpressed at having been interrupted.

"Well, Master Hook? What's the answer?" the teacher challenged, crossing his arms.

When Harry's gaze found the equation on the board, a fairly simple algebra sum, the gleam in his eyes died. It was the first time Doug had seen that care-free attitude flicker with self-doubt. Had he never done algebra before?

For a long time, Harry remained silent.

"Are you unable to do this basic maths equation?" the teacher prodded, sounding smug. "It's a very easy equation, young man. Maybe if you stay quiet and pay attention, you might actually learn something. Now, Master Patch, perhaps you can answer the question."

Doug chanced a glance at Harry and wished he hadn't. The boy looked livid, his cheeks red with embarrassment. The look he was shooting at the teacher was nothing short of murderous. A moment later the pirate jumped to his feet, sending his chair clattering the floor. Everyone turned around to stare, everyone tensing, waiting for a fight to break out.

Only it didn't. Instead, Harry stormed out the classroom, slamming the door so forcefully it rattled in its frame.

Doug winced.

Well, looked like there was another empty-headed good looking guy in the school. Doug wanted to feel bad for Harry having been put on the spot like that, but after all the trouble he had stirred he couldn't find it in himself to care as much as he should.

"Let's see, a few ribbons here, some there and of course deep pockets on either side to finish it off," Evie muttered to herself.

She was scrutinizing her latest design - a strapless, silver tulle dress embroiled with seashells and pearls. It was apart of her newest line of clothes Cruising With Style that was set to launch in the upcoming weeks to line up with Mal's coronation.

She had high hopes for the new line of clothes. If they sold well then she would come that much closer to achieving her dream of being able to buy a beautiful castle by the seaside. And despite what her mother had always told her, she wouldn't have needed a prince to do it. She would have earned it through her own sweat, blood and tears.

Evie circled the headless mannequin wearing her dress. She wasn't quite content with the finished product yet. It still needed a few more adjustments. Maybe some more glitter and sparkles.

"Beautiful dress, Princess."

Evie got such a fright she almost fell into the mannequin. She spun around, her mouth dropping open at the sight of Harry leaning against the doorframe to her workshop. She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, embarrassed by her stumble. She ducked her head, clearing her throat.

"Harry, I didn't-" Think I'd ever see you here. That you would come looking for me. That you'd even want to talk to me- "realize you were there."

She hadn't seen Harry in a few days, not since she had parted ways with him at the medical office. The last few days had been frantic, orders for dresses for the coronation flooding through her workshop. Not to mention all the school work she had been loaded with. It had given her no chance to check up on Harry or to even inquire how he was doing. Harry also hadn't made any effort to see her, and apart of her had been dishearted that maybe he was choosing to avoid her, to scratch her out from his life altogether.

"Heard ye had set up a wee shop, thought I'd drop by a look. Seeing as ye've seen mine," Harry said, shrugging. He pushed himself from the door, slowly walking into the room and looking at the racks of clothes. "Quite the designer, I must say."

Evie nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She gave Harry a soft smile. "Yipe. Finally got start my own business - Four Hearts. I'm happy to say that it's quite popular, so it keeps me busy in my free time."

"Hardly surprising," Harry commented lightly as he wandered around the room, occasionally flipping through the rails of dresses, jackets, shirts and capes. "Ye were always good at making things."

Evie felt her heart flutter at the compliment.

"How are you settling in at Auradon?" Evie asked, taking a seat by her sewing bench. "I know Auradon's quite different to the ways things are back in The Isle."

Harry chuckled, giving her a grin over his shoulder. "It's not as bleak and boring as I imagined it was."

Evie smiled. But before she could say anything Harry killed off the spark of hope building in her chest.

"It's much worse."

Evie's smiled dropped. She should have seen that one coming. It was Harry after all. She supposed she couldn't expect too much in such a short time. It had taken a good few weeks before she had begun to adjust and find her own niche in this world. Harry would find his soon, there was so much here that Auradon had to offer - if only he would swallow his pride and look.

"Are you enjoying anything so far?"

All she wanted was for him to say one thing, one little thing to give her hope.

"Well, the foods nice, I suppose," Harry said nonchalantly.

Harry paused in his exploration of her workshop, a frustrated sigh escaping him. He whirled around, facing her with an expression of barely contained annoyance. "How kin ye stand it here, Princess? All the rules and the manners. There's nae fun tae be had. Nae adventure."

"There's plenty of fun and adventures to be had Harry, if you know where to look," Evie replied, a wistful smile on her face. "It's just a different type of fun to what you're used to."

Harry rolled his eyes, returning to his investigation of her workshop. Evie let him, watching him as he made his way around her shop, poking at fabrics, riffling through dresses, and examining the designs plastered to the walls. She wasn't wary of him, just curious to see his reaction to all her hard work.

"Ye've been designing pirate clothes?" Harry said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Didn't think pirates were yer type anymore."

Evie frowned, not quite sure what to make of that comment.

"Depends on the pirate," Evie retorted.

Pirate designs? What pirates designs is he looking-

Evie quickly rose to her feet, realizing with a growing sense of horror what Harry had found. It was her private design book, the one filled with designs that were not for public viewing.

That design book was the equivalent of a secret diary, it was for her eyes and her eyes alone. It was too personal. Too intimate. Every design in there was based on a memory or a person Evie knew.

Her history with Harry had blossomed many designs upon the pages, far more than anyone else had. There had to be at least twenty or more pirate designs that he and their time together had inspired. All it would take was a more thorough look and he would know. He would see more than just the first few mundane pirate outfits he had loosely inspired and find the ones that gave her secret away.

He would see the design for the red jacket with maps to Neverland sewn on, each button a replica of the second star to the right. The short-sleeved, golden tulle dress with twinkling, silver rhinestones that glittered like pixie dust. The evening gown the colour of his eyes, blue as the early morning, with a ships wheel for its belt buckle and crinkled skirt looking like waves on the high seas. There was so many more, each one created with an aspect of Harry and his legacy in mind.

With how tense and fragile things were between them right now, she didn't want him knowing just how much she still thought of him the past year. Each design was a private secret. Something to help her remember. To ease her thoughts and let her work through them.

Evie briskly hurried over to Harry and made a snatch for the book in his hands.

Harry pulled it out of reach, giving her a questioning look. "I haven't seen all the designs in it yet."

"You can look at anything else, just not those ones," Evie said sternly, reaching for the book again.

Harry pulled it out of her reach again, a grin spreading on his face. She didn't like that look on his face, the amusement hinting that he wasn't going to let her get the book easily. She should have remembered Harry never passed an opportunity to be annoying.

"Harry," Evie said in warning, her eyes narrowing.

"If ye want it, come get it," Harry said, giving her a cheeky wink.

Evie scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Fine, read it, see what I-"

Before she finished her sentence Evie dove for the book, very nearly grabbing it. Harry laughed, waving it overhead. Evie let out a snarl as she kept trying to grab the book, but Harry being the stubborn brute that he was, kept pulling it out of reach. It became a bit like a ridiculous dance, the pair jumping and swirling around the room, narrowly avoiding furniture and tripping over piles of fabrics dotted about the room.

Harry was clearly enjoying teasing her, barely able to fight back the smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. Evie's heart tightened at the sight, seeing that barely contained joy lighting his eyes up once more. She had missed it. She missed being able to laugh and joke with him. She might have allowed this game to continue, just to see that genuine smile of his without the malicious or smugness, but she couldn't. Not when what he was holding was so personal.

"Harry, give it back!" Evie hissed.

Harry chuckled as Evie jumped for the book with a snarl, her fingers skimming the spine.

Damn it! So close!

"Harry so help me I'll-"

"Ye'll what?" Harry challenged, quirking an eyebrow.

Evie glared at the pirate, fuming at his childishness. She tightened her hands into fists, ceasing her futile attempts at reaching for the book. It was of no use. He was just too tall and too quick. If he didn't want her to have the book she wasn't going to get it. Unless she resorted to petty and under-handed tactics.

Evie's eyes glimmered as a plan sprung to mind.

"Let's face it, Princess, yer all bark and no bite now," Harry taunted.

Evie rolled her eyes. Had he forgotten that it was only a few days that she had knocked him unconscious with a poison apple? It didn't matter whether she was on the side of good or evil, Evie was more than capable of following through on her threats. You didn't make a threat unless you intended to carry it out, that's what gave them the true power to send fear down your enemies spine.

"Looks like Jay isn't the only one who's lost his-"

Evie tackled Harry, barreling straight for his stomach and sending them into a heap of fabrics. While Harry lay on his back groaning from the impact, Evie used the chance to grab the book from his hand. With a flick of her head, she sent her hair flying over her shoulder letting her see her prize.

"All bark and no what, Harry?" Evie said with a smirk. "You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with."

She had never been above playing dirty. She had once pushed him off a plank straight into shark-infested waters and she had knocked blades with him on numerous occasions. Harry should have known better than to think she was bluffing when she was threatening him.

"Ye know, normally I wouldn't complain about being in this position with a pretty lass, but-" Harry trailed off, letting out a pain puff of air.

Evie glanced down, her whole body tensing when she realized that she was straddling Harry's waist. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, her face no doubt as red as Ariel's hair. She could barely splutter out any words, too caught in embarrassment.

"Anytime today, Princess?"

Evie scurried off Harry, quickly stumbling to her feet. She refused to look at him, instead busying herself with fixing her ruffled clothes and mused hair.

I should not have let myself get that carried away, Evie winced. As if things aren't awkward enough as it is.

But with Harry, it could be so easy to forget.

Harry let out a pained grunt as he turned himself onto his belly to push himself up. As he did he paused, noticing something hidden under one of the tables. He stretched out an arm and grabbed it before sitting up.

"Now what be this, Princess?"

"What's what?" Evie asked absentmindedly, locking her notebook away in a drawer. Now it was safe and sound from prying eyes. Particlaur nosy pirate eyes.

Evie glanced over her shoulder to see what Harry was holding.

Her heart stopped.

Oh no.

Harry had stood up and placed something on the desk. It was a box. A very heart-stoppingly familiar black box that should not be out in the open - especially with Harry on the loose! Evie gasped, scrambling over to Harry. She slammed her hands down onto the box before Harry could open it, pushing down on it with her full weight for good measure.

Harry blinked at her, tilting his head in puzzlement.

"Something tae hide there, Princess?" Harry asked.

"It's just an old unfished project," Evie shrugged. "I don't like people seeing my works before they're finished. I think it's bad luck."

The smirk that grew on Harry's face warned her that he wasn't buying that. Evie bit her lip, trying her best to look as casual and uninterested in the contents of the box as she could. It was a little hard considering she had practically thrown herself on top of it to stop him from seeing inside it. He was curious now, she could see it in the way his eyes twinkled.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! Evie thought panicked.

She should never have let him come into her workshop. There were too many secrets lying around. Pirate that he was he would seek out all of them and plunder them like treasure.

"How about I show you some of my finished designs? The dresses over there are- Harry, no! Don't you dare!" Evie pressed her weight down harder on the box as Harry planted his hands on either side, attempting to pry open the lid. "Leave it be! You've already seen too much! Move it!"

"Naw. Ye move Evie or I do this the hard way," Harry murmured, leaning down and bringing their faces very close. He tilted his head, allowing his eyes to teasingly flicker to her lips. "And ye'll not like the hard way, that I can assure ye."

"Try it," Evie grit out, not breaking eye contact with him.

He was not going to intimidate her.

Harry's smirk turned into his signature grin, filled with mischievous and a wildness that instantly dissolved Evie's resolve. Maybe challenging Harry wasn't the wisest idea. Harry was a lot like her in that regard, if he said he was going to do something-

Evie screamed as Harry darted around the table, ducked down and grabbed her by the knees, tossing her over his shoulders. Her hair swung down into her face, getting into her mouth and causing her to splutter. With an almost animalistic snarl, Evie began beating her fists into Harry's back and swinging her legs wildly. She must have looked such an undignified mess!

Harry laughed richly, swirling around and causing Evie to cry out and cease her attack. Pride be damned all she could do was cling onto him and hope he didn't drop her.

"Harry! Put me down!" Evie shrieked, clenching her eyes shut.

She was starting to feel dizzy. If he didn't stop spinning she was going to be sick and then he would sorely regret this little stunt. They both would and so would the carpet.

"Ye could have did this the easy way, but nope, ye weren't having it." Harry tsked, shaking his head.

"Harry, don't think for a second that I won't get you back for this!" Evie yelled as he twirled around a final time, much quicker than before. "I am not above petty payback!"

"Doesn't sound very Auradonian of ye," Harry sighed in mock disappointment.

Evie's grip tightened around Harry's waist as he began walking towards the window seat. She had to close her eyes, finding it sickening seeing her workroom upside down. With a heave, Harry had tossed her onto the pile of cushions and unused fabrics. He gave her a wink, leaving her there to grasp her bearings.

Evie knew he was going to go for the box and instantly rose to her feet to stop him. Or at least that had been the plan. The moment she stood up the world began titling and her legs started wobbling. With a groan, she flopped back down onto the seat.

She was going to kill him for this.

"Damn you... Harry," Evie groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

"The box has an engraving of ma father's hook on it so I'm guessing this has something tae dae with him or me," Harry reasoned, his fingers tracing the silver hook design on the box's lid. "If ye didn't want me tae find it ye should have hidden it better."

"Harry, wait! Don't-"

Harry flipped the lid off.

Evie clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see his reaction. She could hear the rustle of fabric as he pulled out what was inside. Oh stars, this was almost worse than the design book. She should never have let him come in here. She should have bolted the door shut when she had the chance.

"What is this?"

"A jacket," Evie replied dryly.

"Ye know what I meant, Princess," Harry replied seriously, all humour gone.

"It's... It's just a jacket, that's all. Nothing special," Evie lied, wrapping her arms defensively around herself.

"That's not what the label says."

Oh, double damn it.

Evie glanced up, seeing the white card with golden calligraphy in Harry's hand. It read, 'To Harry, to keep you warm on your nights on the dock. Love, Evie.'

"Ye made this fir me?" Harry asked quietly, his hands running down the black fabric. "When did ye have the time tae?"

"I was... going to give it to you as welcome to Auradon gift," Evie said hesitantly.

"Beasty Boy said it was a last minute decision tae bring me here, which means ye didn't know I was gonna be here," Harry replied, narrowing his eyes. "When did ye make this?"

Evie had gone very quiet, but she knew how stubborn Harry could be. He'd already seen everything. Evie swallowed her pride and told him the truth.

"I've been making that since just before I left The Isle."

What Harry held in his hands was an intricately decorated black pirate jacket with detachable sleeves. She had started making it in secret, a few days after the battle in Ursula's Fish and Chip Shop. Ironically, it had been her way to distract herself from the pain of that night and the feelings of betrayal.

Designing and making clothes had always made her happy, it kept her busy and never failed to excite her. She could lose herself for hours picking out the perfect fabrics, the right colours, choosing the threads and sewing the fabrics together. When it had come to moving to Auradon, Evie had struggled to part with the jacket. It hadn't been finished and working on it had soothed her nerves. Over the year she had kept working on it whenever she felt overwhelmed with life.

"Just before ye left The Isle?" Harry frowned, and she knew he exactly what he was trying to figure out. He wanted to know if she started making it before or after their fallout. "Before or-"

"After," Evie cut in briskly, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I like making clothes. Don't look too deeply into it, Harry."

Harry was quiet for a long moment, the tension in the air palpable. She wondered what he was thinking, whether he knew she was underplaying the importance of the jacket to her. When he did speak it wasn't what she was expecting.

"Mind if I try it on?"

"I doubt it'd fit," Evie sighed, a soft smile on her face. "You're a bit taller than you were back then." And more muscular, but saying that would just inflate his already over-bloated ego.

Harry ignored her, shrugging off his own coat and slipping into the new one. As Evie had predicted, it was a little tight in some places, mainly at the upper arms. Nothing a few adjustments couldn't fix. Evie circles around Harry, mentally making notes of what needed fixed and tweaked. When she was done she stood in front of him, buttoning of the front half to see how it looked fastened. She was so lost in her designer zone that she didn't notice Harry's eyes had never left her, or how close they were now standing.

"Not too bad," Evie mused. "Still needs some work here and -" Evie's musings stilled on her lips when she glanced up, noticing their close proximity. Flustered, she cleared her throat and made to take a step back. "-There."

"Princess."

Harry gently took her face in his hands, making her look at him. Evie wanted to close her eyes, thinking that it would calm her heart that was thundereing in her chest.

"I love it," Harry whispered.

"You're welcome," Evie murmured, trying to look anywhere but in his sky blue eyes. It was just too easy to get lost in them. "If you leave it here I'll have it tailored to fit you. I'll just need your measurements."

Harry nodded.

Evie held her breath, waiting for Harry to drop his hands. They were so warm on her face, or was that her cheeks that were warm? She wasn't sure. When he dropped his hands she couldn't help miss the contact.

"Anyway, you best get going. It's pretty late and we both have Remedial Goodness 101 tomorrow at nine."

"I'll see ye there then?" Harry asked.

Evie nodded.

"Alright, I'll see ye tomorrow then." Harry made as if to turn around but paused. "Oh, but before I forget."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on Evie's cheek, his lips lingering there a moment longer than necessary. He then brought his lips to her ear and whispered. "Cheers for the jacket, Princess."

And then he left. Leaving Evie frozen to the spot.

(A/N) The jacket that Evie made for Harry is the one he wears in Descendants 3. There wasn't meant to be much fluff here it was supposed to be more angst but this happened instead. Thanks to everyone who reveiwed and faved the story!

Reviews:

Anoni Mos666: Thank you for your wonderful review! Hope you enjoy this new chapter!

NovaWolfe waterwitchxx: If you'rereeeeally curious about whether they get together or not the answers at the bottom of this chapter. Just in case anyone gets anxious. So if you don't want it spoiled don't scroll to the very bottom. I can't wait to share the fluffy chapter! Hope you liked the fluff in this chapter, which wasn't meant to happen buuuuuut I couldn't resist. I needed more hevie in this chapter. Whether or not Harry was gonna kiss Evie in the last chapter is something we might find out in the next chapter ;)

ataharcot: Jay love blocking Harry and Evie since day one lol. Glad you liked the last chapter! Oh stars, how could I ever kill off... never mind, actually. I was gonna say how could anyone kill off Harry but I've done that in one of my other hevie stories. Thank you for your awesome review, hope you enjoyed this chapter!

T. F. Crosby: Lots of emotions going on there lol. Evie didn't stand up for herself much in the last chapter, but she was too caught up in the fear of going back to the isle and disappointing her friends. Now that she's got her head back in, she'll be standing her ground much more. Yeah, they definitely need Dizzy. If Dizzy were here she'd knock some sense into the pair. Thanks for the review! :D

Thunderfiredragon: Glad you liked the chapter! Hope you enjoyed this new one!

Dawn corana: Thanks for the wonderful review! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! We'll definitely be seeing Evie taking more control and a stance over Harry. She felt really guilty and upset over kidnapping him and the threat of being sent back to the isle, so it held her back from standing up to him much. That won't last long though, Evie is too much of a fighter.

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