Hermione groaned as she opened her eyes. She had awoken in the middle of two people's conversation. Two people she didn't recognise. "Tell me what I have to do to gain your trust?" She glanced back and forth from the unknown males; both oblivious to Hermione listening. "Give me the dark one dagger." The Lost Girl struggled quietly against the tree in which she was tied against. "I know you wouldn't come all the way to Neverland without it." Hermione continued to listen in on the conversation. Hints told her that her captures where the Dark One and Baelfire. "That dagger is the only thing that control and stop you!" The conversation continued, ending shortly after an impatient Hermione spoke up. "Even if you hid that dagger, Pan will probably still find it Dark One. He loves a game." The two males stared at the girl. "Now let me go and you won't get hurt." Baelfire stood, the argument between father and son carried on as if Hermione wasn't bound to a tree. "I've changed." The Dark Lord muttered. "Have you? But the prophecy still stands." Hermione caught glimpse of Henry, shaking her head as she did. "He'll die either way. Either at the hands of your father or Pan."

She watched as Baelfire took the unconscious Henry and placed him on his shoulders. "She's annoying me." He said pointing to the helpless girl, "But I have a question. Why did you get me to bring her here?" Hermione turned to the Dark One. "Yeah, why am I here?" The Dark One smirked, "Your Pan's weakness." Hermione chuckled. "And where did you get that thought?" "Well he seemed pretty overprotective when I nearred you. Never mind the threats he was giving us as we left that camp with you." Hermione smirked, "He's protective over all of the lost boys." The Dark One shook his head. "You he has an acception for." Hermione was about to protest but she knew it was true. She was Peter Pan's weakness. Baelfire spoke up. "What if your reunited with Belle. And then the only thing stopping you from having a happy ending is my son." Hermione smiled. "I wouldn't trust him Baelfire. He is the Dark One after all." The Dark Lord sighed, "You're my happy ending. My redemption. I can be strong son, if you have faith in me." The Lost Girl laughed. "Still wouldn't believe him, even if he has changed. Getting your hopes up would be heartbreaking if your father lied and then killed your son. Now wouldn't it?"

The girl was ignored, she sighed as the two took each others hand. Hermione listened intrigued as Baelfire told his father of his time in Neverland. "- dreams of you rescuing me, but then I'd wake up and remember how you left me behind." Hermione sighed at the story, relating to it closely. "You left your son for the power of that dagger. How can I ever believe things could be any different."

Hermione watched as Baelfire walked away with Henry. "Neal?" Hermione turned to see The Dark One paralysed with Squid Ink. "What are you doing?" Baelfire, got more comfortable with Henry on his shoulder. "I'm gonna find Emma and the others and get the hell of this island." He walked past The Dark One, "You can't go into the jungle alone." Hermione watched as Bae passed her, "Hey what about me?" she asked. "Can't save everyone." She scoffed. "You won't last a day in that jungle. Without your father's powers." Baelfire continued, "We're safer without you."