Hey guys! So, this is my second story, and I'm gonna try and mix it up a little, I'm not actually sure you could properly call it a crossover, since the leads are still Regina and Emma, but sort of set in HP world of magic – read chapter 1 for more details, of course. I'm going to classify this is as a OUAT story for now, and you guys tell me if I should change it (can you tell how new I actually am to all of this?:))

Okay, that's enough from me, enjoy reading, feedback is, as always, appreciated !

Xoxo

Tasha V.

p.s. – oh yeah, and in my world, Snape never died and is the headmaster of Hogwarts(well, a girl can dream, am I right?):)

''James, you know she's not strong or experienced enough. What little she knew of magic as a child just isn't going to cut it this time.''

The King paced in front of the hearth, deep in thought. He valued his wife's opinions, but wasn't quite sure that her plan was the correct one this time.

''But she would be an entire world away! And it's not like this would be a normal apprenticeship! Look at all the strings we had to pull to make them even consider it.''

''Which is exactly why we cannot afford to back out now. It would anger a large number of highly important individuals.''

The King had to admit his wife was right. Again.

''Okay, Snow. We'll do it. You can tell her over breakfast.''

Snow simply threw a knowing smile at charming and tsked.

''Come now, honey, you know me better than that. As if I'd willingly walk into that vortex of fury and belated hormones. She was a handful at 7, and is no better now at 21. You're her father, you are the King. You will tell her.''

James just snorted, very un-royal like, and shuffled his feet, almost like a little child, towards the dining hall. He could only hope his only child would spare him the temper tantrum.

As her high-heeled leather boots clicked across the stone floors of the Great Hall she ignored the mixed looks the children were sending her way. She knew her very appearance - her black-maroon garb pressed to perfection with her long raven dark hair falling losely, drapping across her left shoulder - frightened and dazed them. After 20 odd years of teaching there she was quite used to the awe-filled glances(for they dared not spare more than a brief, wary gaze at her), mostly coming from the first years who have heard stories. Facing her, she assumed, was quite an inexplicable shock, even in the magical worlds. She imagined it wasn't every day her students met a professor frozen in time.

As she sat next to the headmaster, she bowed her head slightly in greeting. Slight sarcasm mixed in with her words, she quipped:

''Severus. I trust you had a good night?''

''I'm sure none of my nights can even begin to comapre to yours, Regina.''

The two people smirked at each other in a familair, almost friendly way. However, inwardly, both of them knew that the two heartaches which plagued them couldn't be erased that easily.

During that afternoon's staff meeting, both the Headmaster and his professors had trouble focusing. The summer was nearing, and all any of them could thank about was the upcoming end of the year feast. And for some, like Regina and Severus, it meant an entire three months without screaming children running the hallways of Hogwarts. It meant peace and quiet. But unfortunately, it also meant...peace and quiet. Too much time for reflexion and reminiscing.

But when a certain name, -a name she most definitely wasn't prepared to hear in this particular School of Withcraft and Wizardry -came up, Regina sharply arched a perfectly sculpted eye-brow.

''Say that again Minerva?''

Taken aback by the fact that Regina, who normally never gave her the time of day – except when arguments about house points being deducted were concerned - speaking to her in a polite way, head of Gryffindor house stuttered slightly before continuing.

''I said that I know that you will be staying in the castle, and I hope that having an apprentice during that time won't be a problem.''

Regina calmed herself, amazed she was able to control her magic impulses. She din't even reach for her wand which was holstered safely against her outer thigh, hidden from view by her always spotless robes. It was odd, but even after two decades she wasn't used to that piece of wood whilst performing her magic. But since ignoring it would surely reveal her as ''the Evil Queen'' of another world, she just had to get used to swishing, flicking and carrying the darned thing with her at all times.

As she was pondering the usefulness - or rather lack thereof – of her wand, Minerva continued.

''The Princess of the Enchanted Kingdom will be joining us during the summer holiday. She has...well, her parents have expressed a desire for their daughter to become an apprentice in the department of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I know that it isn't school policy to take on apprentices this late in the year, with so little time to prepare but...these are special circumstances.''

Snape spoke up, a hint of frustration in his voice.

''What do you mean Minerva? And why wasn't I informed of this before this meeting?''

'There was no time to consult you Severus. I do apologize, but the situation is dire and in accordance with Magical Inter-World Laws, I sent an owl with a response straight away. Even if I hadn't they ahd the Minister's full support. Their land is at great peril, the King and Queen would like their daughter to have the best magical education possible.''

Snape seemed to ponder the words, and after a brief moment of deliberation, he simply nodded. Minerva continued.

''The girls is 21 years old, and her name is Emma. Regina, as the DADA mistress, you have been chosen to be her mentor. Are you in agreement with this?''

Taking the raven-haired witch's stunned silence as an affirmative answer, the headmaster brought the meeting to an end. Regina's peaceful, mute, colourless and above all – safe world was left spinning wildly on its axis.

''It is just that simple! You do your job and she'll be out of your hair by the end of summer. It's not like Snow and James are going to visit her! They've got bigger things on their minds right now.''

As Regina stood in front of the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw, founder of Ravenclaw House, and her ancestor, she frowned at the portrait's words and at her own predicament.

''What if she knows what I look like? Her father's army would be through that damned hat portal and in Hogwarts before you could say ''quiditch''!''

Regina bore a great physical resemblance to her renowned ancestor, and through her blood coursed many other similarities such as a heavily slowed aging momentum, the wide range of Rowena's magical powers and a deeply rooted hatred for her mother, Cora.

When Regina was five and Rowena first showed herself in one of the mirrors of Mills Manor, Regina knew she would always be protected. Despite still obeying her mother's every order, the fear she felt had disappered.

Rowena knew Cora was a dark witch of the worst kind and did her best to shelter her still unjaded and pure daughter. Rowena's and Regina's stands on whether she succeeded in preserving her purity differed, with Regina firmly believing her soul to be damned, or even worse – nonexistent.

''Stop your worrying and do your best to keep your true identity a secret. But Regina, do try and remember one thing. This girl is not your enemy. I've heard through the portait grapevine that she is only coming here so she could prevent a possible cou d'etat. By whom, I couldn't tell you, but please, bear that in mind when you teach. Despite her title of ''apprentice'', you know she is younger than her 21 years when it comes to magic. Guide her carefully and the future will thank you for it.''

''Sometimes you really get on my nerves.'',said Regina good-naturedly and smiled slightly as she steepled her fingers and let them brush against her chin and plump red lips.

''Perhaps...perhaps all will be well. After all, teaching is what I do now, and I'm damned good at it. I'll tell you one one thing, Rowena, if she isn't a quick study, her precious mother's kingdom might just be lost forever.''