Part 1 : Not to desperate.
When he woke up in Storybrooke, in a completely improbable place (at least, not from his point of view, this is where he was before the curse was cast), Henry felt disappointed. What surprised him, was simply that he was still in Storybrooke.
The meaning of this situation completely escaped to him, and of course, he kept his self-control and didn't say whatever came into his head about the curse, as he knew that this one just had been cast, and that all the inhabitants lost their memory.
(And that they wouldn't believe him.)
Oh… well, in fact.. yes. He did it.
Without thinking about the consequences, he made exactly the same thing as he did during the other "curse", the time when the Author rewrote the story.
But this time, things were completely different, as the inhabitants of this town thought they were happy and didn't have conscience that things weren't as it used to be.
But there was something worst, in fact.
Emma lost her memory…
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Henry, retrospectively, wasn't really surprised by it, in fact it was just an elementary logic.
The Black Fairy wouldn't want to have a Saviour that remembered, as the other time, Gold let Emma remember about everything.
Fiona had, because of this, remembered the errors committed the other times, where a spell like this had been cast.
So, Henry also asked to himself another question.
Where could now be his family ?
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Surprise was truly entire, and also really extremely disagreeable, when he realized that his other mom also disappeared, and also that this one of this world was no one but the Black Fairy herself.
(Right, it was his great-grand-mother, originally, but yeah, it was really disturbing to see her become his mother. Adoptive, of course, but it was really strange !)
And, what is more, she became the mayor of Storybrooke. Just as if have stolen his family from him wasn't enough.
I always knew that the members of this family were all obsessed by power.
Almost all…
But it wasn't over, he knew it, as long as he would remember, he would fight against the fairy, with all his forces.
His family counted on him, and he wouldn't disappoint them.
Never…
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Whathappened then was really harsh, but Henry wasn't afraid, and still had hope. What would save them was keeping faith, in himself, in his mother, and in his family.
Everything would be okay.
(Or at least, it wouldn't be that bad.)
Emma was the one who just couldn't give up, that was a thing Henry goodly understood; she was the Saviour, the one who would save all of them in the end. Because the light would always win, it wouldn't change that day.
(He didn't think that this time it would be more difficult that he predicted it. This time, everything was different, and things wouldn't end as they did before.
Yes, he remembered, he knew; Henry had conscious that everything here was false, and it was already something good.
The adolescent didn't take part of this story, not completely, and what happened with this curse proved it.
And that was the problem, he wasn't as the others, he was apart from the others.
And the most of it, he was alone…
The other time, in the rewritten story, he had Hook, and Regina who believed in him. And Emma who remembered, who believed. She wasn't the Saviour, but at least, she remembered.
It wasn't the case here.)
Hope was the trademark of their family, and he would do everything that was in his power to make Emma believe again.
With time, he was used to it….
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When he finally succeeded to make Emma leave this place where she didn't belong, he couldn't help but thinking that now from this moment, everything would be easier.
It wasn't naivety, well, not really.
(Because Emma was a heroine, a true, as her parents, or as Regina succeeded to become.
She saved him from the Sleeping Curse, she found him in Neverland. She did this, and other things.)
As he looked at his mother, wearing her legendary red vest in leather, and trying to remember things that weren't real (from her point of view), he couldn't help, but smile.
He hadn't been wrong, that day, to go to Boston and find her; he didn't regret it, he would have done it again, if he had to. It wasn't only for him, but for Emma herself, and also for Regina.
For his grand-parents, Hook, and all the other people that Emma helped one day in her life as a Saviour.
Yes, at that precise moment, Henry Mills was really proud of his mother, and knowing that she remembered nothing gave him even more the desire to fight for her.
Her, but also all the inhabitants of Storybrooke, and the one transported in another place, against what they really wanted. Who also would fight to come back, Henry knew it.
He wouldn't give up, he would never give up, and the Black Fairy would have to kill him before he did such a thing.
Or to lock him up.
Because he was Henry Mills, and he fought for his family, and nothing else.
(Family who would soon, as Emma lost more and more hope, see its world being completely literary reduced to nothing. But that, luckily, Henry didn't know it. Not yet.)
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They were there, on the roof where, only some hours ago, they celebrated one of the most beautiful events in Emma Swan's life, and she really had to remember.
It could have been almost funny, the way he told her this story that seemed just to be a fairy tale (and which was one, at least according to Emma.)
(Yes, it would have been, if it hadn't been the entire and strict truth, and if million of lives who would soon disappear hadn't been in the balance.
It would have been funny, if it just was a simple story, in fact everything was just an entire joke, and Henry couldn't believe they were still at that step…)
He saw Emma smile by hearing all he told her; this one stayed perplex for a time because of it.
What she told to herself then, it was that it really and absolutely had no sense in it. Because, well… right. Married with Captain hook ?
Really ?
He wasn't even a fairytale character ! At least, he didn't take part of the traditional counts. And it appeared to her more absurd than something else, and she almost asked to Henry if he didn't become mad.
(Which wouldn't have been funny, in fact, she realized before she asked the question. So, she said nothing.)
She couldn't believe how such a story like that could have grew in her son's head, and mostly, how he ever believed this one could be considered as credible.
(Well, in the past, she fell in love with a thief, so a pirate…
It wasn't the same thing, but stayed still in the category of outlaw.)
And no matter that she may saw something (or someone), it was still unbelievable…
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Henry didn't only want her to believe, because he knewthat she wanted to believe, believe in him, but also in magic, and he tried to take advantage of it.
Emma had in her eyes a particular light, without noticing it, mixed with both hope and (a lot of) disillusion.
She needed to believe, a little as everyone; everyone had some day wanted to believe, believe in something, something which would count, and mean something.
It didn't mean they hadn't been disappointed. That herself hadn't been.
And it also didn't mean that it was hopeless for Emma.
Him, Henry, succeeded to believe in it before, as he had no proof, so her also, she could do it…