Magic is complicated, and Henry knows that. Some people have it, and some people don't. The people that do have it are either born with it or cursed. Light and dark.
Henry has no idea where he stands, except that he has magic... sort of. He can't do anything on his own, he needs his living pen and magical ink to use it. Which doesn't help much if he needs it quick. And his magic has rules: he can't change stories, and he can't write his own happy ending. Mainly all he is supposed to do is record, which was interesting at first, until he realized that Storybrooke doesn't have a lot going on in it. Well, if you don't count magical dragons, power hungry imps, portals to other worlds, and crazy fairies that want to kill your parents. But his powers apparently want him to die of boredom, so he doesn't record anything of use.
Recently, though, his powers have started acting weird. Either that, or Storybrooke is even more boring than usual. For example, a couple days ago he wrote about Sneezy's morning routine. (Fun fact, he buys a box of tissues daily.) Yesterday, he wrote about how Granny makes her lasagna. Today, he wrote about the fluffiness of Emma's pillow.
And another thing; his pen has started to glow when he writes. He asked Regina about it, but she passed it off as probably attaining to puberty. Not wanting to go down that path, he let it go.
Regina is frustrated. Every potion, every spell she tries doesn't work. And she was the one who put the Charmings under the curse in the first place. Well, her evil half did, but it was still her. She sighs as she searches her shelves for an ingredient she hasn't tried yet. Dragon Tooth, Troll Hair, Wolf's Blood... Wolf's Blood. She smiles as she pulls it off the shelf; she remembers reading her mother's old magic books and learning that Wolf's Blood has strong magic, some of the strongest if she remembers correctly. Is it strong enough? One way to find out. Regina closes her eyes and gives a silent prayer before she pours the blood into the cauldron. She smiles as it states to fizzle, and then groans when it stops. It should have worked, she thinks.
"Hey, Mom, how's it going?" Henry asks as he sets his backpack down on the bench.
"It's going... Slowly." She replies, still trying to figure out why it didn't work. "Casting a sleeping curse is one thing, but breaking it..." She sighs. "Apparently Snow and Charming have met their match... Me."
"Well, If there's anyone who can undo your work, it's you." Henry smiles at his mother in an attempt to lift her spirits.
"Yeah. I've cleaned up almost all my Evil half's messes. Town line protection spell, check." Regina gestures to the mirror as she continues talking, "I freed the Dragon from the mirror world, check. I got Dr. Doolittle out of that cage." She looks at Henry and sees he raised his eyebrows in question. "Don't ask. I undid everything, except for the big one."
"I wish I could help." Henry says.
Regina looks at him. "Maybe you can." Henry straightens as she continues. "There's some ingredients in Emma's shed I haven't tried yet, can you run over and grab them for me?"
"Of course, uh, what do you need?" Henry turns to grab a notebook and pen from his backpack.
"Uh, Tongue of Newt." Regina turns around to look at him, "NOT the Eye, Tongue." Regina starts to say another ingredient but stops when she sees Henry isn't writing anything down. "Henry?" When he doesn't respond, she starts to worry and moves toward him. "Henry?!" She looks at his face, and he looks fine... until he collapses. "HENRY!"
First story, so PLEASE tell me if it's any good. I think no one has done this, but if they have, please tell me and I'll take mine down (don't want to take anyone's idea, right?) It will go off the story a bit more next chapter (if I continue the story, that is.) LTRZ!
