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"I don't like her." Henry muttered, staring across the park at the thin, dark-haired woman approaching his newly-found father. "And neither does Emma."

Evie pursed her lips. She'd sought out her brother for the expressed purpose of trying to not spend an afternoon stressing over things she couldn't control and he was not cooperating. While she understood Henry's reluctance to confront the real, tangible proof about his parents' relationship that Tamara represented, she also didn't want to get involved.

At least not at present.

"Emma doesn't know her." Evie told him diplomatically. "And neither do you, little brother." Crossing her arms, she ignored his scowl. "None of us do."

"Which is why she's dangerous!" Henry mirrored her posture, lips pursed in a way that reminded Evie of their mother. Determinedly ignoring him, Evie instead watched as her would-be brother-in-law began to talk to his fiancée.

Personally, Evie didn't trust the older woman any more than Henry did. While Tamara had been polite and unobtrusive since arriving in Storybrooke, there was something off about her. While Evie could put Tamara's off behavior down to the fact that she'd discovered her fiancé had a previously unknown child, let alone the fact that said man was from a different, magical realm, she didn't think that was the source of it. There were times, when Tamara was looking at the people in Storybrooke, that she looked almost... disgusted.

Harry shared her opinion, and had decided the best way to suss out Tamara's possible secrets was to spend as much time with his brother as possible. Tamara rarely left Neal's side, though Evie had noticed her wandering the town alone more and more as the days dragged.

"Personally, if we're gonna be worried about an outsider, we need to be worried about Greg Mendell." Chin resting on her fist, Evie peered at her brother from the corner of her eye. "I refuse to believe that he didn't see Gold using magic; why else would he be hanging around?"

"Maybe he really likes Granny's cooking?"

Evie coughed loudly into her fist, lips twitching. "I'm not even going to comment on that."

The hint of a smile cracked through her brother's scowling face. Her victory was short lived, as seconds later Neal caught sight of them across the park. He came over, and Evie was sure she saw Tamara's carefully crafted smile freeze on her face at the sight of Henry. Drawing on her training as a princess, Evie carried most of the conversation with Neal, making sure to give Henry a comforting squeeze every so often.

He didn't have to like Tamara, but hating the woman simply because she was an obstacle to his parents getting back together wasn't a good enough reason to be outright rude.

"What's Harry doing today?"

Evie smiled blithely. "He's off running around with David today. From what I understand the Dwarfs needed help with something in the mines." The lie fell easily from her tongue. David and Mary Margaret hadn't even told Emma about the bean fields, and Evie knew telling Henry before his mother was told would be asking for trouble. "What are you two up to today?"

The conversation was mercifully short, and Evie's cheeks ached from the insincere smile that fell as soon as they were out of earshot. Tugging Henry closer, she glanced down at his sullen form. "Can I be honest, Henry? I don't like her either."

Personally, Harry knew why Mary Margaret was so wracked with guilt over Cora. His would-be sister-in-law was too soft-hearted for her own good. She always wanted to assume the best of people, even when it continuously bit her in the arse. But, as the days dragged, and as her guilt seemed to deepen, he had difficulty understanding why she cared so much, especially once Evie made it clear she herself would have done whatever it took to stop the threat her grandmother posed.

Mary Margaret's depression had lifted, if only slightly, after August's rebirth as Pinocchio. It also didn't help that, according to the shrunken giant Anton, that the beans would be ready for harvest in a few short weeks. She'd latched onto the idea of going back to the Enchanted Forest like a lifeline, rationalizing that if they went home, she could atone for her actions.

Having volunteered to help guard the Dwarfs and Anton while they worked on the beans, Harry was used to the Charmings coming and going every so often when they could get away without suspicion. The fields were a closely kept secret, known by less than a dozen people within Storybrooke. Evie knew, and though they hadn't told Emma yet, Harry knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

The main issue, was what to do with Regina. Evie refused to consider leaving her mother behind, and Henry was very likely to agree with his sister. Harry privately agreed with them, well aware of the damage Regina could cause if she went back to the seat of her power. While she had magic in Storybrooke, Evie confided in Harry it was like a trickle compared to the power she'd had back home.

Magic wasn't supposed to exist in this world, and every magic user could feel it. Returning Regina back to the Enchanted Forest without precautions put into place would spell disaster for everyone. Though she'd been stopped before casting that bloody Curse of the Empty-Hearted on her children, there would be nothing stopping her from waging a war back home to force her children to be with her.

Harry refused to even consider his father's fate, assuming the man ever found his way back to Storybrooke. Leaving him behind in New York hurt Henry, though he was realistic enough to know that Hook wasn't going to stop until he'd had his revenge.

Shaken from the dark turn his thoughts had taken, Harry glanced toward the entrance to the barrier when it shimmered. David and Mary Margaret entered first, followed by a bewildered Emma who stared at the sight of the beans. Though happy to see Anton again, she was clearly more concerned about the rows and rows of hidden crop.

Deciding he'd let the Charmings handle explaining everything to their daughter, Harry offered Emma a polite salute heading deeper into the beanstalks. "Hey, Emma."

"Harry knows too?!"

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