Auradon was chaos.

Bright pink vines, sparkling dust, bodies slumped in enchanted sleep across courtyards and hallways- Audrey really outdid herself this time. And in the middle of all that? Uma’s crew, weapons drawn, looking wildly out of place among the pastel disaster.

Harry tried to keep up with the others as they followed Mal through the wreckage, but then he saw something that stopped him dead.

You.

Frozen under the spell, curled gently against a wall like you’d just fallen asleep standing up. Hair tousled, shoulders soft, expression peaceful. The way you always looked when you used to crash on the deck of Uma’s ship after a long night- back when all of you were still stuck on the Isle.

Years away from Auradon, away from you… and now you were here. Close enough that he could reach out and touch your shoulder. But you didn’t move. Didn’t breathe, not really. Not the way he remembered.

And Harry Hook- the menace of the Isle, the boy who flirted with danger like it was a sport froze harder than any spell Audrey could’ve cast.

Uma barked his name, pulling him away. He followed, reluctantly, eyes still glued to you until he rounded a corner and you vanished from sight.

He didn’t say a word after that. Not to Uma. Not to Gil. Not to anyone. He was too focused. Too tense. Too quiet. Uma noticed. Gil noticed. Hell- even Mal noticed.

Then the battle happened. Heart pounding, magic flying, vines thrashing chaos. Audrey defeated. Magic broken. The sleeping spell snapped like a pulled thread- bodies stirring, voices rising, everyone gasping awake. And Harry? He didn’t wait for a status update.

He ran.

Like full speed, hook clattering, boots slamming the marble ran. Past students waking up in confusion. Past guards, teachers, and Ben shouting for crowd control. Past everyone.

Gil blinked after him. Uma smirked, arms crossing. “About time.”

Harry ignored everything- even his precious hook nearly slipping from his hand as he tore through campus, searching every corridor, every courtyard, every staircase.

And then… He found you.

You were groggy, leaning against a pillar, rubbing your eyes like you’d woken up from the world’s worst power nap.

You barely turned before he launched himself at you, arms around you so tight you almost lifted off the ground. His breath was shaky against your shoulder. His voice was barely a whisper.

“Thought I lost ye again.”