Hi! Thank you for giving this story a go! I hope you like it, please review (good or bad) when you finish reading, even two words would make my day! :) This Story is about StoryBrooke being cursed, and Henry is the only one who knows, sort of. Anyway, enough about me. Please Enjoy!

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Henry woke to his alarm ringing shrilly in his ear, he groaned loudly, grabbed his phone and pressed the snooze button. He collapsed back onto the pillow knowing full well his mother would be bursting in, in about twenty seconds, shrieking that he was already late for school. In truth he had never been late a day in his life, as his mother always insisted he set the alarm for at least an hour and a half before he actually needed to. As Henry lay contemplating that he understood perfectly why they had called her the "Evil Queen" he realized it had been at least ten minutes since his alarm had shaken him out of his peaceful slumber.

Quickly he grabbed his phone and checked it:

8:20

Henry shook his head quickly, and checked the phone again:

8:21

"Damn it!"

He groaned and jumped out of bed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a blue shirt he had never seen before, he ran out of his room and down the stairs of the large mansion.

"Mom?" he called, suddenly apprehensive, it was perfectly possible she had overslept as well, but knowing her and knowing the town, Henry doubted it.

He arrived in the kitchen to find a plate full of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice,there was no sign of his mother.

"Mom?" he called again, slightly calmer, she had made him breakfast, that meant she must be alright.

Suddenly he heard footsteps on the stairs and went to check. The man walking calmly down the stairs nearly gave him a heart attack. Which would have been ironic.

"Graham?"

The huntsman gave Henry a lopsided grin

"Morning Henry, late again?"

The boy was sure his mouth was hanging open, and he quickly tried to pull himself together

"Yeah, I guess so"

He managed it as offhandedly as he could, he decided it probably wasn't a good idea to ask a perfectly alive man why he wasn't dead, so instead he went with:

"Do you know where my Mom is?"

Graham, who was now walking towards the kitchen, his back to the frozen Henry, turned to look at him, his eyebrows knitted together

"You mean Emma? She's where she always is."

" No, I meant Regina"

Graham gave him a strange look

"Regina? since when do you call her Mom?"

Henry was getting slightly irritated

"Since today I guess." He snapped "Could you just tell me where she is?I think I need to talk to her" he added in a softer tone

Graham, who had helped himself to some leftover bread in the cupboard answered in between mouthfuls of it

" She's at work, like every other day Henry, Oh and speaking of the devil, she told me to remind you, you have a session with Archie this afternoon."

"Right" Henry responded automatically, his brain still trying to process the new information.

Graham continued, apparently oblivious

"Well, I better get going , work and all"

He nodded his goodbye to Henry and left.

As the front door of the mansion banged shut, the boy was jolted out of his confused thoughts,one sentence appeared in his mind:

Now what?

He stood in the middle of the kitchen contemplating the problem for a while, then his stomach growled, pulling him down to more worldly thoughts.

Sitting down he devoured his breakfast.

He then grabbed his school bag and headed out, it was much too late to catch the school bus, so the only option left was walking.

—-

School had been terrible. In this alternative StoryBrooke, as Henry had dubbed it, he had no friends. And apparently he was terrible in every single subject, in the real StoryBrooke, he was only failing maths. Despite this, throughout the day he had not concentrated on a single word his teachers had uttered, choosing instead to focus on trying to figure out what the hell was going on in his town. He had decided they must have been cursed, that was the only viable explanation, cursed how, by whom and why, he had yet to understand.

In this new StoryBrooke no-one seemed to know their fairytale identity, so he guessed they had been cursed back to before his mother's curse had been lifted by his other mother. But he was still fifteen, if they had been cursed back in time he would have regressed back to the body of a ten year old, right? And why was he the only one who remembered what the real StoryBrooke was like? and was he?

These questions buzzed around his mind for hours, until the final bell rang. He ran out of the school building intending to go find Emma, and he stopped short. He had no idea where she was, and he couldn't very well ask someone, Graham had said:

"..Where she always is."

So in this alternative StoryBrooke he should know where Emma spent her time, only he didn't.

Henry sighed dejectedly at the floor, then remembered something else Graham had mentioned

"…You have an appointment with Archie this afternoon"

He had always hated his appointments,as his mother had called them.

Every time he left Archie's office he felt more insane than before. But today the psychologist with no real degree could be helpful.

When he was younger the appointments had always been right after school, so he guessed they were now to.

He headed towards the ex-cricket's office hurriedly.

—-

When he arrived the door was open and Archie was sitting in his usual plump armchair sipping what Henry guessed was tea and reading a large volume.

Henry cleared his throat to catch the man's attention and entered the office, closing the door softly behind him.

"Henry!" The man had jumped in surprise at seeing him, "You're here!"

"We have an appointment don't we?" Henry was slightly startled by the other man's sincere surprise, and embarrassed by his clear delight at seeing him

"Of course we do!Of course, come in, come in!" Archie cried, quickly getting to his feet and shoving the boy into the too-soft sofa.

"How are you Henry? I haven't seen you in months!"

At this Henry's confusion cleared, even when he was younger he would sometimes sneak off to some secluded place to avoid the sessions with Archie, in the alternative StoryBrooke he must have done this quite often.

"I'm alright, I suppose" Henry suddenly felt insecure, all those years spent in that very sofa he was sitting on now came rushing back to him, bringing back the painful memories of being called crazy and insane by his classmates and the looks his teachers would give him as he walked through the school hallways, at the time he had honestly wondered wether he really was insane.

Archie continued, a wide smile on his lips

"You seem in a good mood today! Has something good happened?"

In a good mood? Henry had been glaring at the floor, his eyebrows knitted together, if this was a good mood for him, he understood why he had no friends. Nevertheless he responded

"Nothing great, just the usual. I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"You know you can tell me anything, Henry, I won't tell anyone"

Right, except the Evil Queen.

Henry pushed that thought away and thought about what he wanted to say for a minute, where to start?

"Do you remember my Storybook?"

Archie's smile vanished, but he nodded

"The one you were convinced was real? yes of course"

"That one. Do you know where it is?"

Archie sighed

"From what I understood, your moth-Regina burned it, don't you remember? "

"Oh, Right, Yes. I remember."

Well that was not good. He had been counting on the Storybook to give him some answers.

Archie gave Henry a sad look, then his eyes sharpened

"Henry, you don't still believe the book is true, do you?"

For a second Henry wanted to defend his book at all costs,but he knew this would probably be a very bad idea, so instead he answered

"No, of course not."

Archie smiled again, in relief, and nodded. He continued to ask Henry questions, while the boy reflected on what his next steps should be. He answered Archie's questions shortly and only listened to them with half an ear. Archie didn't seemed to mind, he was overjoyed Henry was there at all.

Finally, towards the end of their hour, Henry decided to risk sounding out of place and ask Archie the question that had been burning at the back of his mind ever since that morning.

But he would have to phrase it very carefully, so he started slowly

"Archie, do you know….Where Emma might be?"

he got that last part out all in one breath, the man sitting across from him gave the teen a strange look, but answered anyway

"In the "one handed pirate" Henry, I think that's where she spends most of her time"

Henry allowed himself a small smile, but inside he was grinning. If he found his mother she could help him break the curse all over again, then he would have the help of his entire family to figure out what kind of curse they were under and why.

He thanked Archie and quickly headed out of the stuffy office.

As he walked he deiced that anyplace called "The one handed pirate" had to be near the docks, so thats where he headed.

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