It felt weird stepping on the familiar, dirty ground of the Isle of the Lost. After all, you had spent a long time in Auradon ever since you got picked by the king-to-be.

And you had the time of your life. You had everything you needed and wanted: clean rooms, loyal friends, peace and colleagues that soon granted you happiness.

It was a tough change, but oh, was it worth it.

Although you were more than grateful, you couldn't forget your roots. Part of your heart was still rightfully on the Isle, and so, with Ben's premission, you decided to pay a visit.

You didn't expect to have the warmest welcome. Some people considered you a traitor, specially old mates and family, but you knew that you were worthy of minimal respect.

Walking through messy corridors and streets in your calmness, after reaching a quieter area, you had a visit you didn't expect.

"Well, well, well."

A small gasp escaped your lips as a familiar hook wrapped around your neck, a tall body against your back.

"I would recognize this hair anywhere," Harry threateningly whispered against your ear.