So, this is my first one-shot. Just an idea I had. It's okay if you're harsh in the review, I'm not that sensitive. I hope you enjoy :)

PS: I have edited and revised this now two-shot five times because I'm a bit OCD. Just in case you are wondering why it keeps getting reposted. Hopefully I don't catch any other grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I own only the idea of this story.

"Henry, let's go! I want to get there extra early today!" Snow yelled from the kitchen. It was her first day going back to work and she was excited to see all of her students. After all, they have been in her class for 28 years now and she missed them all dearly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Henry replied, running while trying to zip his backpack up at the same time. He was excited to see how his grandma would be at school now that she knew who she really was. Not to mention how much he preferred her to Mr. Palmer, also known as the worst substitute teacher in the history of substitute teaching.

"Be careful, Kid!" Emma hollered just as Henry's backpack and all its contents went flying down the stairs.

"Sorry," he apologized and gave her a crooked smile.

"It's okay, just stop running down those stairs. You are going to get seriously hurt one of these days."

Snow, who was standing by the door waiting, smiled brightly at her daughter being the over protective mother that she gripes at her every day for being. "Ready?"

Henry smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry."

"Alright then, come on. We'll see you later Emma, and when you see your father at the station, remind him that he's taking Henry to the stables after school. He's not exactly known for his great memory." Snow laughed thinking about just how bad his memory actually was.

~OUAT~

As soon as she walked into her classroom, Snow felt a rush of comfort and familiarity. Though, it was quite bizarre being in the room as a totally different person than she was the last time. Looking around, she noted all the sweet and cutesy things that Mary Margaret had loved so much. She was jolted from her thoughts as Henry came up behind her.

"Grandma, I just realized I forgot my lunch at home," Henry gasped. He couldn't believe he let lunch, of all things, slip his mind. "What was I thinking!? I can barely go four hours without food, much less eight!" he thought.

Snow chuckled, "Don't worry about it Henry, I grabbed it when you were busy dropping your things down the stairs." It warmed her heart to know just how much he was like Charming. "Here," she said as she handed him his lunch, "go put your stuff in your cubby and help me put all of these handouts on all of the desks."

"Okay!" Henry has always loved to help out Snow; even before he figured out she was his grandmother. "What are these for anyway?"

"They're just to inform the parents about how we'll proceed with the schooling and how the kids will finally be able to graduate to the next grade at the end of the year," Snow explained. The faculty had to meet last month to figure out what they were going to do about the students and if any of the faculty had qualms about staying on the job.

"Thank goodness! I was getting tired of having to make new friends every year," Henry cheered. Growing up he, of course, thought it was strange being the only one to have to move up a grade, but he really hated having to make new friends. He pretty much gave up on that a couple of years ago anyways because he felt different and like he didn't belong. Luckily, when he finally made it to the fourth grade, he was put into Ms. Blanchard's class and she noticed the boy was somewhat of an outcast. She had been the first teacher to really reach out to him and try to make him feel comfortable by giving him an outlet, the book.

It hurt Snow's heart when she thought of how alone Henry was all those years growing up as the mayor's son. She knew what it was like to be somewhat raised by Regina, though she could only hope that Henry felt more love from the queen than she ever did growing up. It is evident that Regina actually does love Henry very much, the proof being her willing to change for him. She realized she was staring at him when he started to smile and wave his small hands at her. "Hellooo…Grandma!"

She smiled, "I'm sorry, Henry, I was just thinking. So, have you talked to Grace recently?"

"Yeah, I have! She said that she couldn't remember the last time she and her papa were so happy," Henry exclaimed. "Did you know that Jefferson was scared to go and talk to her because he felt bad for leaving her? I finally talked him into going to get her, and boy I sure am glad I did."

"How did you talk him into it?" Snow was genuinely curious as to how a ten year old could persuade an adult to do something so serious, even though she knew he was no ordinary kid.

He shrugged, "I just told him the truth. I told him that I knew she was looking for him and that I know how she felt, being left behind and not having a clue as to why," he was looking at his shoes and playing with the hem of his shirt, "I mean, it's the worst thing not knowing, you know?" He slowly looked up at his grandmother through his eyelashes and noted that she had tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry Grandma! I didn't mean to upset you!" He suddenly felt awful remembering what she had to do for his mother.

"Come here, Henry," Snow held out her arms, giving him a tight hug, "You, my grandson, are an amazing person. I'm not crying because you've upset me, but because of what you and your mother had to go through because of the one choice that your gramps and I made all of those years ago. I am so very proud of you and everything you have accomplished despite all of what you were going through. If it wasn't for you being an evil genius and stealing my credit card to go get my daughter, she might have never found us and we would still be trapped in that terrible curse. I wouldn't know that I have the smartest, cutest, most loving grandson in all the realms. Everyone in this town would still be so alone. Grace has her papa and her papa has the one thing he has been tortured by not having for over 28 years. That is all because of you and your beautiful heart, Henry. That is why I stand before you shedding my tears. Because I am filled to the top with love, pride, and admiration for you," she leaned over to kiss his temple and softly wiped away the lone tear crawling down his cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"I love you Grandma," Henry said as he tightened his hold on Snow, "and I'm glad you and Gramps made that one choice. If you hadn't, how would I have been born? How would Emma have known anything about the curse? According to the book, my mom was going to take her from you either way, if not kill her."

"I believe you're right Henry," She sighed, hating to think about what Regina would have done to Emma had she gotten the chance, "Besides, I absolutely could not imagine my life without you in it. How sad my life would be." She held him at arms length now, "I love you very much as well, my sweet Henry," Snow smiled at her grandson as he beamed right back at her. She cleared her throat when she glanced at the clock and realized that they only had about ten minutes before the kids started arriving. "Let's go clean ourselves up so we aren't questioned about our tears, okay?"

"Okay, Grandma," Henry shrugged. "Uh, Grandma?"

"Yes Henry?" She asked noticing the stumped look on his face.

"What am I supposed to call you during class?" He asked simply.

Snow thought for a moment, "You may refer to me as 'Your Majesty'."

"Really? Um…okay, You-Your Majesty," Henry stuttered.

Snow could hardly catch her breath she was laughing so hard, "I'm…just joking…Your Highness. Just…stick to 'Grandma'."

"You're so funny." Henry sarcastically spat, smiling.

"Yes, I know," Snow smiled cheekily whilst sniggering as she and Henry made their way to the restrooms to clean their faces. She couldn't help but think about how grateful she was to be so young with a grandchild, because now she has all the time in the world with him and nothing could make her happier.

Well, there you have it. Please let me know what you think.