Henry Mills and the Return of the Dark Lord

by Prosperine7

Henry Mills longs for adventure. Adventure like his parents and grandparents before him had in the Enchanted Forest. Adventure with magic, love, and glory. So you can imagine his delight when an owl turns up with an interesting letter, and he learns that fairy tales aren't the only books that come true... Dramione. Bellamort. Nuna. Goldenqueen. Plenty of Ron hate. Major OUAT death.

2. Chapter 2

Henry and Emma left the theater, chatting animatedly about new characters and plot twists. They got into the yellow bug and, as the conversation died down, Henry once again sunk into his thoughts.

As much as he enjoyed his happy ending, Henry longed for adventure. Everyone in Storybrooke seemed to have had quite enough action, except him. The stories of the little town were endless, but none were his. But he would never consider leaving. No. Just a year ago, he hadn't even known who his real mother was, but now he had more family than he knew what to do with. Despite his longing for adventure, Henry was happy.

When Henry returned home after going out to eat with Emma, he collapsed onto his bed. He had no idea why he was so tired from doing nothing all day. His exhaustion, however, had to battle anot annoying tapping noise that he couldn't quite place.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Annoyed, he sat up. He looked around his room for a few seconds before his gaze settled on the window.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

An owl was perched on his windowsill. Well, now he knew where that annoying noise came from. Henry was beginning to get a sense of Déjà vu from the whole situation.

"I must be out of my mind..." He muttered to himself as he unlatched the window to let the bird in. The owl used it's beak to untie an envelope from its leg. The envelope fell onto Henry's desk before the owl took flight once more. He looked at it hesitantly for a moment before curiosity got the better of him and he read:

Mr. H. Mills

The first upstairs bedroom

108 Honeycrisp Street

Storybrooke, Maine

Yet what confused Henry the most was the red wax seal with a letter H pressed into it. Now he knew where his Déjà Vu had come from. But could it be that one of Henry's favorite book series was real? He supposed he ought not to make judgements on what was believable. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. His eyes grew wider and wider with every word he read.

Dear Mr. Mills,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school in your country has been destroyed by an unknown threat. Hogwarts is more than willing to provide free transportation to England. We will be sending someone in a few days' time to explain the situation to your parents/guardians. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

"HOLY SHIT!" Exclaimed Henry, forgetting that his mother was downstairs.

"Henry! Watch your goddamn language!" Yelled Regina.