A/N: This is the first story I have written from Henry's point of view, so hopefully it turns out okay. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time" and its characters do not belong to me; I'm only borrowing them.
Henry Mills stared out the window at the clock tower. The hands on the clock had been moving since Emma Swan had arrived in Storybrooke, or rather, since he had brought her there. Now the curse was broken, but they were still here in Storybrooke. Some things had changed, like everybody having their memories. Other things stayed very much the same. The town really didn't look any different.
Henry remembered when he had first seen the clock begin to work. He had been sitting in his room, wishing that something would happen to prove that he was right about the curse. He was tired of being lonely, tired of sitting in classrooms with kids who didn't age like he did. He was sick of the lies his mother told him, especially when she pretended to love him.
Had she just been pretending, though? Now he wasn't so sure. She had seemed so sincere when she had said she loved him after the curse was broken. At the time, at least, he really thought she meant it. She had told him that she loved him before, but she had always said it without much emotion. She had always seemed a little cold and distant, and he thought that when the curse was broken, she would drop the act completely. After all, she was the Evil Queen.
Maybe it wasn't an act though. Was the Evil Queen capable of love?
Henry had been starting to wonder if maybe she wasn't always evil. What if she was like Darth Vader? Anakin Skywalker used to be a good person. He started out as a nice kid, and then he was Jedi before he turned to the Dark Side. Was it possible that his mother was once a perfectly nice girl who had no intention of doing bad things? She had done so many terrible things, though, like cursing everybody and killing the sheriff. It was hard to picture her as the same age as him, but she must have been a kid at one time.
Henry realized that there was somebody he could ask. Snow White had known her for a long time, hadn't she? After all, the queen was her stepmother. She should know if his mother had ever been a good person.
Henry decided to go and ask her. Snow was sitting on the couch, reading a book. Charming and Emma were out, so it was a good time to talk to her.
"Miss Blanchard? I mean…Snow?"
It was hard to get out of the habit of calling his teacher "Miss Blanchard." He wondered sometimes if he should call her "grandma," but he thought it might be too soon for that.
Snow smiled. "Either one is fine, Henry."
Henry nodded. "I was wondering if I could ask you something."
Snow set her book down. "Of course you can, Henry."
Henry took a deep breath. "Was the Evil Queen always evil?"