Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time. I am just writing for fun! :)

Hi everybody, this is my first time writing a fan fiction. Please be kind :) I am just doing this for fun. I hope you like this twist to the real story that popped into my head. Let me know if you like it and if I should continue. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

She smiled when she spotted him sitting at one of the tables outside of the school. "There you are," Hanna said as she sat down next to Henry, "I've been looking all over for you." Henry was Hanna's best and only friend. They were both in the fourth grade at Storybrooke Elementary School.

"Oh, hey," Henry said, not even bothering to look at her. He was too preoccupied with the large leather bound book that sat on the table in front him. His eyes were wide as he scanned the page he had just flipped to before Hanna sat down.

"What is that?" Hanna asked as she glanced at the storybook. She took a look at the page that was keeping Henry's eyes so engrossed. To Hanna, the picture looked like maybe a prince and a princess had just gotten married or something. She wasn't really sure. She looked back at Henry waiting for an answer. He was completely mesmerized by the book. She wasn't even sure she was going to get an answer until—

"Huh?" Henry said shaking his head and blinking his eyes rapidly, "what did you say?"

"What is that?" Hanna repeated as she raised her eyebrows wondering why Henry was acting so strange. She knew he had been feeling down for the past couple of weeks, especially when Miss Blanchard assigned the class a project where they had to fill out their family tree. Hanna wasn't too keen on completing the assignment either, she had no idea of anybody that was in her family. She had spent her whole life living at the Storybrooke Orphanage. Although when she received the assignment, she just shrugged her shoulders and decided to invent a family of her own to put on the tree. The fact that she didn't know anything about her family did bother her, but she just tried not to dwell on it. Henry on the other hand, seemed to be truly devastated that he didn't know anything about his biological parents.

"It's a book."

"Well, I can clearly see that," Hanna said as she rolled her eyes, "what kind of book is it?"

"It's a book of Fairytales."

"Did you get it from the library or something?"

"No, Miss Blanchard gave it to me," Henry said as he finally tore his eyes away from his new prized possession, "she told me that these are a reminder that our lives will get better if we just hold onto hope."

"She is seriously the best teacher," Hanna said as she smiled thinking that Miss Blanchard must have known Henry's feelings about Mayor Mills and his birth mom. Henry didn't think his birth mom loved him and he wasn't sure if the mayor really did or not. He had been feeling so down lately. Hanna hoped this gift would help him feel better.

"You know what else is weird?" Henry started, "Miss Blanchard said she found this book while she was cleaning out her closet. One that she's cleaned out thousands of times. It just appeared…like magic."

"Seriously? She never saw it before?"

"Nope, and when she turned back to look at me after she walked away I swear she looked just like the princess on this page."

Hanna's eyes widened, "Which princess is that anyway?" she asked as she sat up on her knees to get a better look. She furrowed her eyebrows intently studying the page. She was becoming just as intrigued with the book as Henry. They both began to read the words on the page next to the picture of the prince and princess.

"Ah, it's Snow White!" Henry said as he pointed to the words on the page that indicated the name of the princess.

"I could definitely see Miss Blanchard as Snow White," Hanna laughed.

"Yeah she really could be…" Henry's eyes becoming wide again at the thought, "uh, Hanna I gotta go…um, appointment with Archie. See you Monday." Henry quickly closed the book and abruptly got up from the table to leave.

"Uh, okay. See ya," Hanna said. She knew he was up to something. His therapy sessions with Dr. Hopper were on Thursdays. She didn't know why he was lying to her. She just shrugged her shoulders as she watched Henry run off clutching the book tightly in his arms. At least he doesn't seem as down as he has been the past couple of weeks, she thought.

As she watched Henry disappear into the distance, Hanna pulled her tattered purple book bag onto her back and headed to Granny's. She liked to go there to do her homework and read her books. Ruby was usually good for sneaking her a cup of hot chocolate or two while she was there. She liked to put off going back to the orphanage for as long as she could. The caretakers never really paid attention to whether she was there or not, they didn't care if she returned after dark or that she preferred to climb in through the bedroom window rather than use the front door. The other children were never really bothered by her coming in and out as she pleased either. Nobody at the orphanage really noticed her at all actually. There were small conversations at meal times, but that was about it. Hanna didn't think anything of it. That's how she grew up, it's all she ever knew. She pretty much fended for herself and did what she wanted. Luckily, she loved school and enjoyed reading, so completing homework and getting good grades was never an issue for her.

She arrived at Granny's and was relieved to see her favorite booth hadn't been claimed yet. She took her book bag off and made herself comfortable. She started in on her homework and enjoyed the aroma coming from the kitchen. After awhile, she was no longer able to concentrate on her homework. All she could think about was Henry, his new book, and the crazy look he got in his eyes right before he ran off. She thought about maybe popping by the mayor's house to check on her best friend, but quickly pushed that idea out of her head. Mayor Mills was not the the friendliest woman in town and Hanna shuddered at the thought of having to see her. The best she could hope for was to see Henry around town somewhere over the weekend. She would probably just have to wait until Monday morning to see him though. She decided to just finish her homework tomorrow and get lost in one of her books instead. As, she snuggled down into the booth to read, she heard the familiar sound of a mug being placed on the table. She lifted her eyes to see her usual hot chocolate with cinnamon sitting in front of her. She looked up at Ruby, who gave her a wink and walked away. Hanna smiled and enjoyed her treat.

Monday finally rolled around and Hanna could not wait to get to school and talk to Henry. She had become antsy all weekend wanting to talk to him. She walked around town a lot hoping to bump into him and went to his castle a few times to see if he was there, but no luck. She was really close to going straight to his house to ring the doorbell and ask to see him, but she did not want to take the chance of Mayor Mills answering the door.

Hanna walked to school earlier than usual. When she got there she saw Henry, already there pacing back and forth with the book still clutched in his arms. "Did he hold onto that thing all weekend?" Hanna thought to herself as she walked up to him.

Henry spotted Hanna and immediately ran over to her, his eyes wide with excitement and a huge smile on his face.

"Hanna, I have got to talk to you," Henry said as he grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her to the picnic table.

"Okay, okay. What's up?" Hanna said as they sat down at the table. She was eager to hear the reason behind his excitement. She hadn't seen him this happy in weeks and really missed that smile of his.

"Remember the book Miss Blanchard gave me?" he asked as he began to open it.

"Uh huh," Hanna said. How could I forget about the book? she thought.

"Okay, so you're going to think I sound crazy, but every story in this book is actually true and everybody in this town is a character from these stories."

"Seriously?" she said as her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Just listen to me," Henry started, "The Evil Queen cast a curse bringing everybody to this land and they don't remember who they are."

Hanna just stared on as Henry gave her explanations of why certain people in the town were characters from the stories. I mean she could see how Ruby was like Little Red Riding Hood, especially with the whole red streaks in her hair and the fact that she lived with her Granny. It kind of fit if you really thought about it.

"And Miss Blanchard is definitely Snow White," Henry stated matter-of-factly.

"Woah, Henry this is insane. I do see the resemblance between Snow White and Miss Blanchard and some of the other people, but how do you know this is all real? I mean just because there are some similarities that doesn't mean everyone in town is a cursed fairytale character from another land."

"Think about it Hanna, have you ever noticed how things are always the same around here? Nothing ever changes. I mean we are the only two kids at school that have actually moved on to a different grade level."

Hanna didn't know what to say. I guess there was always a new group of students in her class every year, except for Henry of course. She never really put much thought into it though, she thought thats just how things were suppose to be…a new teacher, a whole new group of classmates. What was so weird about that? Well, now that she actually thought about it, it was a little odd.

"Plus," Henry started, "ask anyone here about their past, they can't remember it. They can't tell you a single thing about it."

"Okay, I guess you're right about all of that stuff," Hanna told him, "but how do you really know for sure?"

Henry rolled his eyes he didn't know why the information he'd already told her wasn't enough to make her really believe, but he saved the best bit of information for last. "Okay here's the real proof," he said, "Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter was destined to be the saviour and break the curse. To make sure she did that, they put her through a magical wardrobe and sent her to this land. On her 28th birthday, she is going to come here and the final battle will begin." Hanna just stared at Henry waiting for the "real proof" to come. "Now," Henry continued, "do you remember last week when I stole Miss Blanchard's credit card to pay for that website to find my birth mom?"

Hanna nodded her head. She remembered that alright. He had dragged her into that whole plan of his. Miss Blanchard was grading papers after school one day and Henry sent Hanna into the classroom to be the distraction while he swiped the card.

"Do you remember what we found out about my mom? What her name was?" Henry asked.

Once again, Hanna nodded her head. She remembered.

"Well look at the picture," Henry said as he pointed to the page in front of them, "that is Snow White's baby and look at what her name is."

Hanna's jaw dropped. The name stitched on the blanket. The name printed on the paper Henry found about his birth mother. They were the same. "Emma," Hanna whispered as she put her hand over her mouth.

"Hanna, that's not even the half of it." he said as he looked at his wide eyed friend.

"What do you mean?" she asked almost afraid to hear what he was going to say.

"You're in this book too."

"Me?" she pointed to herself, her eyes becoming even wider, "who am I?"

"Emma wasn't the only baby Snow White had that night. After Prince Charming took Emma away to the wardrobe, she had another baby. Hanna that was you. You and Emma are twins."

"Wait, wait, wait," Hanna said holding up her hand, "how is that even possible? How do you even know the twin is me? Plus, if Emma is your mom, she is clearly old enough to actually have a baby, and I'm only ten. I am definitely not old enough to have a baby. So, how are we twins? Shouldn't I be older or something?" She was beyond confused now. Henry truly believed this with all of his heart, she could tell. She wanted to believe him too, but how? It didn't make sense.

"Hanna look," he said as he pointed to the words on the page, "in the story, it says that Snow White named her second baby before the curse hit. Take a look at what that baby's name is."

Hanna sat up on her knees to get a good look at the words from the story. Sure enough, there it was. Snow White named her second baby "Hanna." It was even spelled the same way.

"Okay," Hanna said believing a little more now, "what about the age thing though?"

"I have a theory about that," Henry started, "you were never sent through the wardrobe. You were brought over with the curse, so for most of the curse you never aged just like everyone else here. You were just an infant. Until Regina adopted me, and I was brought to town." Henry looked at Hanna hoping she understood what he was trying to tell her.

Hanna just raised her eyebrows at him. She didn't get where he was going with this.

"Ugh, think about it," Henry said rolling his eyes, "We are the same age. We are the only ones that get any older. When I was brought here it must have triggered something in you, I don't know weakened the curse just enough to make you start to age again."

Hanna furrowed her eyebrows and thought about what Henry had just said. It all made sense now. Everything. Henry was right. Nobody in this town ever changed except for them. She never really noticed before, but now that he has brought it to her attention, she can see it. The resemblances between the fairytale characters and the people of the town—they were so obvious now. The saviour, her sister, was named Emma. Hanna saw it right there in the book, just like she saw it printed on the paper about Henry's birth mom. Hanna's very own name was even on the pages of this fairytale book. It was true, all of it. And if all of this were true then that meant—

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Henry, Hanna, the bell rang a few minutes ago, it's time for class to start." Hanna lifted her head and looked into the eyes of the woman standing in front of her. Only this time it was different, she wasn't just looking into the eyes of her teacher. She was looking into the eyes of her mother.