"Emma Swan is going to put me into an early grave. If she knew how to keep her hands to herself I wouldn't be in this mess. I would have opened the portal by myself and the girl wouldn't have been anywhere close to it!" Regina grumbled to herself, flipping through the pages of the spell book she had acquired from Mr. Gold.

"You think Emma opened the portal?" Henry asked, startling Regina. She had forgotten he had his own key and now came and went as he pleased.

"To be entirely honest Henry, I'm not certain." Regina sighed, turning around to face Henry, who stood in the doorway to the study.

"Why do you think it was her?" He furrowed his brow, confused.

"She touched my arm as the portal opened..." Regina confessed.

"What are you looking for?" Henry strode in, sitting next to her to look at the spell book.

"Anything to get your family back." She flipped a few pages, scanning them over.

"Would this help at all?" Henry asked, slipping the burnt hat out of his backpack and handing it to his mother.

"Henry, you may have just saved them... You're a bright boy. I'm sorry I never told you that. I'm so proud of you." Regina grinned; flipping back a few pages to a restoration spell she knew was there.

"Mom... I love you. You're still my mom. No one could ever replace you. Now, what is that?" Henry asked, touching the script on the page.

"It's a spell that we're going to use to save your other mother." Regina took Henry's hand, letting her magic swirl into his body.

"Whoa, did you just give me magic?"Henry asked, staring at his hand which was now surrounded by a purple mist.

"Sort of. That can be used by anyone and has its limits. Think about whatever you want to happen and that will do it for you. You have your own magic though, Henry. You're the Son of a queen and a warrior princess. You just have to harness it." Regina smiled as he examined his hand and focused on it intently. From thin air, a platter with pizza and a bowl of pasta appeared in Henry's lap.

"That was incredible." Henry marveled at the tray, not sure what to do now.

"Why did you create pasta? You hate any sauce with tomatoes in it." Regina chuckled.

"It's yours. I figured being heroes on an empty stomach was a bad idea." Henry shrugged.

"You're probably right. You'd know better than I would." She smiled, overjoyed with her son's first attempt at magic.