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"Are ye sure 'bout this, princess?" Harry ventured to ask as they stalked down the darkened streets of Storybrooke. She was on edge, which put him on edge, which made this whole thing far more stressful than it needed to be. "'Cause no one would blame ye if ye turned back."

"I would." Evie hissed through gritted teeth. She tossed him her sweetest, most poisonous smile for good measure. Predictably, Harry blanched and held up his hands in defeat. Satisfied, she flipped her hair and continued on. When he fell into step beside her, his fingers brushed against hers in silent apology. Evie gripped them and gave a short, comforting squeeze before she let go.

Honestly, was she sure about going against her mother? No, not at all. However, the current climate within Storybrooke didn't leave her much choice. First, Kathryn Nolan had disappeared, leaving her husband as the prime suspect. Then, Ruby had discovered a heart in a jewelry box buried near the Toll Bridge that was a genetic match for Kathryn. Evie had spent hours at the Inn, trying her best to comfort her distraught, horrified best friend. Finally, it came back that the fingerprints on the jewelry box belonged to Mary Margaret Blanchard.

When she heard the news, Evie recoiled in horror. While she admitted that she had never thought the schoolteacher was capable of an affair, murder was pushing the limits of believable thought. With such overwhelming evidence, Emma Swan had been forced to lock her roommate away in the jail while the DA decided how to proceed against her.

It had actually been Henry who inspired Evie to take this midnight stroll. Her little brother had ranted and raved about how their mother was at fault for the crime, not Mary Margaret. He mentioned that their mother had somehow planted the murder weapon in Mary Margaret's apartment and, in an instant, Evie knew how. Their mother's skeleton keys were a closely kept secret within the Mills family. Henry and Evie knew of them, though only their mother knew were they were hidden.

At least until tonight, that is.

The large ring of keys burned a hole in Evie coat pocket. She was almost uncomfortably aware of how they faintly jingled with each step. Harry shot her narrowed glances every so often, but he didn't question her as they headed towards the cemetery. Striding through the tombstones, Evie swallowed as the Mills family mausoleum loomed in the distance.

Never before had she been here without her mother. Though Evie doubted her mother would object, it didn't feel right to visit her grandfather's resting place without Regina. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. Clutching the Mills family crest that hung around her neck, Evie fumbled with the keys for a few minutes before she found the right one.

Peering into the dark mausoleum, Harry at her shoulder, Evie pulled out the flashlight Henry loaned her and clicked it on. The inside of the crypt was the same as always, though she had never seen it in the dark. Scarcely daring to breathe, she took several hesitant steps inside. Harry followed at her heels, his expression one of faint awe.

"So, this is where yer family is buried, princess?" Evie winced at the tone of his voice. Sometimes she forgot that Harry had no family left - at least none that cared enough to search him out. That he had always longed for a family of his own. "This is nicer than the room I used ta have at the orphanage."

"Harry, I-"

Harry held up a finger, eyes wide and alert when Evie shined the light in his direction. Puzzled, Evie listened intently, unable to discern much by the faint sound of the breathing. Opening her mouth to tell him to quite goofing off, the words died in her throat once she began to hear it too.

"Harry," she whispered, unable to keep the tremble from her words. "What is that?"

Eyes as wide as saucers now, Harry merely swallowed thickly. He moved towards the coffin that rested in the middle of the room, carefully laying his ear to the stone. "Whatever it is, it's comin' from here."

It was Evie's turn to blanch. While she wasn't above breaking into the mausoleum, she was very much against opening the coffin that held her dead grandfather. Shaking her head, Evie made to stop him before she heard the awful sound of stone scrapping against stone. Terrified, she could only watch as Harry struggled to push the coffin, surprised by how smoothly it moved.

Startled, Evie went to Harry's side and shined the flashlight where the coffin had been. A small flight of stairs was revealed, leading into a dimly lit series of rooms. Before she could say a word, he slipped towards the room where the faint sound of heartbeats was the strongest. Steeling herself, Evie followed, dropping the flashlight in a loud clatter once she was fully in the room.

Every wall, from floor to ceiling, was covered in a series of chests. The sound of heartbeats grew stronger the longer they stood there, eyes raking over the room with a growing sense of horror.

"Evie," Harry breathed, shaken by what they were witnessing. "We shouldn't be here. Let's go."

He made to grab her hand just as her eyes fell on one of the few labelled drawers. Heart lodged in her throat, Evie darted forward, running her fingers over her mother's familiar scrawl. More than frightened now, she turned to Harry, throat and eyes hot with tears.

"Harry," she pointed a shaking finger at the name on the drawer. Henry always claimed that the Evil Queen's signature move was to steal the hearts of her enemies. "Look."

There, spelled out for both of them to see, was the name 'Harry Hook'.

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