"He made that cuff." Hermione said aloud, her own words answered all the questions that swam in her pretty little head. "It doesn't work on me." Peter laughed. "But on you?" Suddenly the cuff appeared on Rumple's wrist. "Your totally helpless Rumple." Hermione mocked, knowing now the dark one couldn't do anything.

Peter stood up, anger filling him. "Down boy." Hermione smirked as she joined Peter's side as Rumple flew back, knocking over shelves in the process. The Lost Girl found a new confidence. "My dad's not happy about my relationship Rumple, but does it look like I care. I'm here with Peter Pan and we're going to destroy Storybrooke." The girl was filled with evil. Evil she had previously thought came to her by Neverland. Her second thoughts were doubled, the girl was evil by heart. She could still love and what not but evil ran threw her veins. Peter had made her evil and she didn't mind. "Let's see how you do without magic!" She smirked as Peter tormented Rumpelstiltskin. The helpless man scurried to retrieve the sword from earlier, only for it to be kicked away by Hermione. "I've come to far for this. For them!" The brunette raised an eyebrow as she knelt next to Rumple. "For your son? It's too late now Rumple. He'll be gone soon, they all will. It'll just be payback for not allowing us our evilly ever after." The girl couldn't help but smirk. "Soon that green smoke will fill their lungs and fool their brains." Peter also wore a smirk, "But I'm not only going to take they're memories, because they're special to you, I'm going to take their lives." At this point, Hermione had stopped caring. Her promise had been broken but she didn't mind. Love can do powerful things, even if it made someone turn on someone else. Hermione loved Peter. And if taking over Storybrooke made him happy, Hermione would be happy too. "Your just the village coward." Peter spat. The Lost boy took Hermione's hand, carefully leading her away from the cowardness of the man. "Look, love. About Felix." Hermione shrugged. "It had to be done."

"The important thing is, that you will be." Was the words Hermione heard as she approached her father and the others, hand in hand with Peter. "No he won't." The small group took a step back, Regina clutching on to Henry as they did. "He has the -" But Hermione's father was cut of as Peter placed a curse on them all, causing them to freeze in place. "The curse." The Lost Girl said, smiling brightly at her father. "That I do."

Peter took a few steps forward, "I can play with you all like a pack of dolls." Hermione made her way over to her father, "I had you wrapped around my little finger daddy dearest. I may not be lost but I'm a lost girl at heart." she remained near her father, waiting for Peter's next move. "I think I'll start with you two." Hermione smirked. "You both look so adorable, who to kill first." Hermione eyed her father from Pan's side, her smirk showing her evil flair. "No it isn't. You. You first."

A hand on Hermione's shoulder made her jump. The hand was on Peter's shoulder also. "Stay away from them!" Rumple growled as he stood face to face with his father. "Aww has little Rumple come to save his family? How cute." Hermione said, as she stood behind him, facing Peter. "Aw you're here to potect your woved wones.?" Peter mocked in a childish manner, which caused Hermione to snicker. "I won't let you touch either one of them." "I'd like to see that." With shivers running down her spine, Hermione watched Rumple carefully. Waiting for any moment that he could potentially pounce. "I have a job to do and I'm willing to do, whatever it takes." "It comes with a price. A price I'm finally willing to pay." Hermione's worried eyes never left Peter's sharp ones as she waited, waiting for what the Dark One had in mind.

"I used the curse to find you Bae." Rumple said. "To make sure you had the chance of happiness. And that happiness is possible." Hermione sneered. "Just not with me." Peter smirked, "Pretty, pretty words." "I love you Bae." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, what was The Dark One going to do? Something in her conscience told her it was going to be bad but she couldn't find it on the top of her head. "And I love you Belle." Hermione rolled her eyes. "If we're telling people we love them. May I?" Hermione smiled at Peter. "I love you Peter." she mocked, thinking the whole situation was just a game. Rumpelstiltskin ignored the girls comment, "You made me stronger." "Stronger?" Peter asked. "Yes, but still. No magic."

"Oh but I don't need it. You may have lost your shadow but so have I!" Hermione shook her head as an unfamiliar shadow came from the sky. Her eyes widened as she saw what it held. The Dark One's dagger.

"Peter look out!" Hermione shouted, but it was too late, Rumple had a firm hold of the Lost boy. "What are you doing?" Peter Pan grunted as he struggled in the man's grip. "You see, the only way to die was if I die with you." Peter locked eyes with Hermione as he struggled, tears threatening to fall from her deep brown eyes. "And now? Now, I'm ready!"

Hermione's screams filled the empty streets of Storybrooke as The Dark One pierced his dagger into her loved ones back. Her eyes never left his as tears rolled down the heartless boy's very own cheeks. Hermione shook her head, continuously pinching her arm as if trying to wake herself up from a terrible dream. But all the pinching did was reveal a nasty bruise and a nasty fate. "I love you Hermione! I love you!"

A black smoke concealed the two, taking Peter Pan away from Hermione Jones. Tears fell like a waterfall. She had lost everyone, everything. Neverland. Felix. The Lost Boys. Peter.

Hermione didn't expect to feel arms around her. Through her glossy tears she could see a grey and red scarf. "I'm sorry." where the words that came from the boy. Henry Mill's was hugging her. "I know how much you loved him." Hermione let out a shaky breath before hugging the thirteen year old back, crying into his shoulder. Shortly after two more arms wrapped around her. Her fathers. "I forgive you 'Mione." The girl gulped before breaking out of the hug.

Walking over to Charming she held her hands out. "I give up. Put me in a cell or whatever." Charming shook his head. "That won't be necessary." Instead of placing cuffs on the girls wrist he hugged her. "Welcome to Storybrooke, lost girl."