This first chapter has a lot of background information and other parts that I felt were necessary to include in order to set the story up correctly, so please bare with me. Next few chapters will get much more interesting, I promise! Anyway, enjoy! And as always, please let me know your thoughts :) xx

"Mom!" Henry shouted from the top of the staircase, attempting to balance two overly packed boxes in his hands. He rolled his eyes as soon as he heard a burst of giggles from the living room downstairs.

A mere handful of seconds later, an enthusiastic and energetic Leia burst into the foyer, "Henwy!"

No matter how irritating Henry found his little sister to be at times, it was almost impossible for him not to smile every time she said his name; he had already began dreading the day she learned how to properly pronounce her R's. Leia was only a little over three years old, but she was the most sharp-witted toddler Henry had ever met. If it were not for her obvious but endearing misuse of the R sound, her petite frame, and a round face accented by her chubby cheeks, there would not be a single person who did not think Leia was twice her actual age.

Aside from the obvious age difference, Leia and Henry had more in common than he liked to admit. She loved reading and had begged Henry to take her on library trips ever since she could talk; it had become somewhat of a tradition for them to go to the library every Saturday morning after Emma's obligatory "at least once a week family breakfast" before Henry headed to Storybrooke to spend his weekends with Regina. Although most of their family came from fairytale backgrounds, Leia's fascination with the fairytale world was utterly inspired by Henry's own obsession with it; an obsession that had grown so much throughout the years that he was now majoring in English Literature with a focus on Myths, Fairytales, and Folklore at Boston University.

Leia's interests had always mirrored Henry's, but physically, she was their mother's carbon copy. A tumble of thick, honey blonde curls covered the entirety of her head, some pieces sometimes even falling over her large emerald green eyes that were tinted with gray hues and remorselessly pulled you in the minute you drowned in them. She had a small, button nose that fit her face in a faultless manner, and heart shaped lips that were naturally rosy in color. Her personality, on the other hand, was distinctly identical to her father's, except for her mother's clear stubbornness that seeped through from time to time. Leia was confident, dedicated, and even more charming than Killian, if that was even possible.

"Where's mom?" Asked Henry, slowly walking down the stairs, trying not to fall over because of the boxes.

Leia shrugged and hugged the bottom of the railing, intensely watching Henry struggle his way down, "With daddy," she focused her gaze on the top box, "I think."

The summer term had come to an end and Henry was getting ready to head back to school. His parents living in the city was convenient, but he had been offered a full ride to Boston University and he was not about to pass up the opportunity to live in the dorms on his own; he treasured his independence and privacy far too much. Henry, although almost twenty years old and fully independent, spent as much time as he could with his family because they were still as close as ever. During the week, even though he spent most days balancing his time between classes, writing his novel, extra-curriculars, and a semi-normal college social life, Henry always tried making it home for at least a dinner or two, which never failed to put both Emma and Killian in an instant good mood; they loved having both their kids home more than anything. During the weekends, after having breakfast with his parents and sister, Henry would drive over to Storybrooke and spend time with Regina and his grandparents. If Emma and Killian were not too caught up at work, they would, at times, even join Henry on those weekend trips back to Storybrooke; Emma always complained about how they did not go visit her parents enough anyway.

Henry grunted as the boxes became heavier with each step, "Yeah, dad's probably making sure I didn't ruin my car coming back from Storybrooke yesterday. Hitting a curb isn't even a big deal," he sighed, "I don't know why he's so worried."

It had taken a while before Henry felt comfortable enough to call Killian 'dad' and although it was not as if anyone had forced him to, he still felt like it was the right thing to do. Killian had been in both Emma and Henry's life for almost a decade now, and in that decade, so much had happened. From traveling across realms, to battling the worst of villains, and everything in between, Killian had been there for it all. He had married his mom, giving him a little sister, was one of the few people Henry trusted the most in the world, and aside from his grandfather, Killian was the only constant male figure in Henry's life. They shared a mutual respect and a unique love no one but the two of them understood. Killian was devoted to being the best man he could be, not only for Emma, but because he wanted both Henry and Leia to have someone honorable, other than their mom, to look up to, and that commitment was something that always impressed him.

Henry could still clearly remember the first time he called Killian 'dad.' It had been during his high school graduation, right after he walked across the stage and got his diploma. Emma gave him a teary-eyed, warm hug and got on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the forehead, and Killian followed with a comforting embrace. He had told Henry how proud of him he was, and how it had been an honor watching him grow up into such an intelligent young lad, and without hardly realizing it, Henry quickly replied with, "Thanks, dad." It was a moment that had left them all wide-eyed and it was one of the few times Henry had witnessed Killian getting choked up. It was not that Henry did not remember Neal - In fact, with his family and sometimes even on his own, he would frequently visit Neal's grave and catch him up on everything that had been happening in his life. Neal would always hold a special place in Henry's heart, but he could not deny the fact that he barely knew him. He wished for nothing more than to have had the opportunity to spend more time with him, but knew such a wish was not possible, so Henry did his best to hold on to the memories he did have of his father. Killian also knew that keeping Neal's memory alive was important, not only for Henry's sake, but for Emma's as well, since he had been such an integral part of both of their lives; Killian would often take Henry down to the local docks for some quality sailing time, still their favorite pastime, and Killian would fill Henry's heart with stories about his adventures with Neal from back in Neverland. It were moments like those that made Henry appreciate having someone like Killian in his life. After all, what he always told people was, if he had two moms, why could he not also have two dads?

Henry was almost at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed the top box starting to softly shake, "What the hell?" Leia immediately caught his attention; she could not take her eyes off the box, almost as if it was a magnet drawing her in, and she was so focused she hardly even blinked. "Leia," Henry muttered, not taking another step; a soft gasp escaped his lips when the box started to slightly levitate a few inches above the bottom one.

"Leia!" He shouted, snapping her attention back to him; the box dropping to the floor almost on cue.

Henry's face grew worried, and he sat the other box down, making it easier to walk up next to her and kneel down to her height, "How did you do that?"

Leia shrugged her shoulders again, and by her frightened, blank stare, Henry knew she was not lying. Did his three year old sister just use...magic? As far as Henry knew, that was not possible. The only time anyone could use magic, including their all powerful mother, was when they were in Storybrooke. Moving to Boston had meant leaving magic and everything that came along with it behind, for a safer fresh start, so Henry could not wrap his head around what had just happened.

"What's going on?" Emma asked in a concerned tone as she came through the front door, Killian right on her heels; the cool breeze of the early Boston summer afternoon sent chills down Henry's spine. He quickly scrambled to his feet and smiled down at Leia reassuringly, knowing she could use some comfort, "Nothing, everything's fine. Hey, Leia, wanna go get your crayons so you can draw me something before I leave?" Before Henry could even properly finish the question, Leia was sprinting up the stairs, giggling, "I'll be wight back, Henwy!"

Killian laughed and shook his head, amused but not surprised over his daughter's eagerness. His smile was swiftly wiped away when Henry said, "Mom...dad...we need to talk."

Killian and Henry crowded over the kitchen island, while Emma finalized a food delivery order through her phone, "Pizza should be here soon," she announced, laying her phone down on the counter and joining the boys.

"I've lost my appetite," Henry groaned.

"Okay Henry, what the bloody hell happened?" Killian was evidently becoming more worried with each passing second.

Henry sighed, "Right before you guys walked in, Leia-" before he could continue Leia ran into the kitchen, tightly hugging a box of crayons, and jumped into her dad's arms.

"Hey, princess," whispered Killian, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

Emma offered her a kind smile and rubbed her back, "Baby, weren't you going to draw something for your brother?"

Leia nodded and wiggled out of Killian's arms, sitting down on the floor a few feet away; Emma grabbed a few pieces of blank printer paper from their arts and crafts drawer and handed them to her, "Here ya go, sweetheart," and walked back to where Killian and Henry were waiting.

"Anyway," Henry shook his head in an attempt to ignore the distractions, "I'm pretty sure," it was still hard for him to believe and not wanting to alert Leia, he whispered, "I'm pretty sure Leia used magic."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest and Killian leaned forward on the counter, "Magic?" Emma was dumbfounded, "As in actual magic? My kind of magic?"

Henry nodded his head, not knowing what else to say.

"What exactly did she do?" Killian asked, looking back to make sure Leia was still occupied and promptly returned his attention to his wife and step-son.

"Um, well, I was trying to carry some boxes down the stairs, you know, to get them into the car, and one of the boxes started floating out of nowhere. Mom," he locked eyes with Emma, "It was your kind of magic. She was so focused on that box and as soon as I snapped her out of it, it fell on the floor."

Killian and Emma exchanged glances, a look of disbelief and confusion masking both of their faces, "Did you say anything to her?"

"I asked how she had done it, but she didn't seem to know. It was almost like it was involuntary."

Emma took a seat on one of the bar stools because she felt like she could faint any second, "But that...that doesn't make any sense. We're in Boston."

"I know," Henry sighed and then a realization hit him. Emma's first worry was about Leia using magic outside of Storybrooke, but he had expected the whole part of her actually being able to even do magic to be the most shocking of all, "Wait. Has Leia ever used magic before?" He felt silly even having to ask. He was sure they would have told him if something so big would have happened.

Killian hesitated before answering but knew it was time to come clean. He looked at Emma for reassurance and she gave him a slight nod, "Once. Right after we brought her home from the hospital. She wasn't feeling well and when I went to take her temperature, she screamed bloody murder and the thermometer flew from my hand across the room."

This was all new information to Henry and it was going to take some time to process, "So Leia can do magic? She was actually born with magic like you were, mom?"

Emma shrugged, "It only happened once," she looked over her shoulder to check on Leia and then continued in a lower tone, "At first we were freaked out, but it never happened again so we just brushed it off as a freak accident."

"She used magic! How do you brush that off as an accident?!" Henry's shock was turning into frustration.

"She was also three days old," Emma tried to explain in a calm manner, "And we had just defeated Chernabog so there was still a lot of magic in the air from the spell Regina and I had used to disintegrate him. If it would have happened again, then of course we would have said something, but it didn't and Killian and I thought it was best we kept it to ourselves to not worry anyone."

"Leia having-," Henry lowered his voice, "Leia having magic wouldn't worry anyone. It's magic! You have it, my other mom, and grandpa Rumple have it. Isn't it a good thing?"

Killian sat down next to Emma, "Not necessarily. Your mom and I have talked about it a lot. Hypothetically, I mean, because we obviously didn't think this would ever happen. But Henry, you of all people should know that magic always comes with a price. It makes everything a million times harder to deal with. We didn't want Leia's life being even more complicated than it already is."

"Is this why you left Storybrooke?"

Emma covered Henry's hand with hers, "Of course not. I mean, I guess it played a small role, but look at the life we have, kid," she looked around the house and at Leia, who was now laying on her stomach, peacefully coloring away, "None of this would be possible if we had stayed."

Their life in Boston, although entirely different from the one in Storybrooke, was indeed great. They had found a fully renovated colonial styled, four bedroom, three bathroom home in a quiet neighborhood inside an off-the-charts school district, which Leia would start taking advantage of within the next year or so when she was meant to start pre-kindergarten. Their new home was not only near a park that Killian loved to take Leia to, but it was also relatively close to Henry's university, allowing him to come home whenever he wanted. They were only about four hours away from Maine, which made it possible to visit Snow, David, and Neal whenever their schedules allowed, and they had both even found jobs that they had ended up falling in love with. Emma had found her niche in the social work community, and although she could not actually work as a child and family social worker until she finished her degree in psychology which she was still going to school for, through her connections with the individuals from the Boston foster care system, she had been offered a job at an adoption agency, where she helped mentor at risk teens through the process of dealing with the possibility of aging out of the system before getting adopted. The same agency had already offered her a permanent position as a social worker when she did finish school. There were times when she did miss her Storybrooke sheriff duties, but she felt like working in this particular field was her calling and she could not be more content. Killian, on the other hand, had a harder time figuring out what he wanted to do. He went back and forth between several options, but ended up going for the most obvious - a captain at a Cambridge-based boat company. His main job was to operate sightseeing cruises and private chartered events on the Charles River and Boston Harbor. Although an entirely straightforward job, he enjoyed himself so much - always coming back home with stories about his interactions with tourists, and how ridiculous he thought they all were for not knowing anything about seafaring life. Emma was sure Killian sometimes forgot that not everyone spent over three hundred years as a fairytale pirate.

Henry walked over to the fridge and poured himself a cup of water, "Okay," he said after taking a sip, "So explain to me why you guys decided to leave, because honestly, you never really have. You just said you wanted a fresh start, and you know, I never really asked any questions because I just assumed it was for a good reason, but now...with everything going on with Leia...you both love Storybrooke! It's where we found our family. Our life was good. I was leaving, but I was leaving because of college, not because I necessarily wanted to. So, what was it if it wasn't to try and keep Leia from developing her magic?"

Killian and Emma simulatanously took a deep breath, "Sit down," Emma patted the open stool next to her and Henry gladly accepted the invitation.

"You're right," Emma started, "Our life in Storybrooke was good. Being surrounded by friends and family - there's nothing better."

"There's a 'but' coming, isn't there?"

Emma gave him a weak smile, "But...it wasn't a life either of us could maintain forever. Henry, I can only fight villains and monsters and be surrounded by such insane situations for so long."

"But you're the Savior."

"And at the end of the day, I will always be there when our family needs me, but we had to leave. When Chernabog appeared and began threatening our family, when he threatened you, and when he threatened Leia, I made a promise to myself - that I would take Leia as far away from that life as possible, without completely disappearing from it, because as we both said, I am still the Savior, and I know that I still and will always have responsibilities. Luckily, you had already decided that you were going off to college, so I knew you'd be safe, but Leia? She hadn't even been born yet, Henry, and the most dangerous villain I had ever faced was already threatening to use her against me. You wanna know why? Because you," she took his hand, her eyes brimming with tears, "And Killian," she looked back at her husband who took her other hand and held it tight, and then at Leia, "And Leia, along with the rest of our family, you're all my biggest weakness. I would do anything to keep my family safe, and the first thing villains always did when they wanted to get to me was use one of you as a crutch, and I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't put you or Leia through any of that for much longer. I will continue to battle whatever gets thrown at us, but being a ways apart from Storybrooke, where I know your sister is safe, is a peace of mind I could never achieve if I still lived in Maine," she took a deep breath.

Killian rubbed her back as a single tear rolled down her face, "We just wanted to do what was best for you and for Leia," he muttered.

Henry squeezed Emma's hand in consolation, "I get it. Really. I do. Thank you for telling me."

Emma dried her cheeks with the back of her sweater sleeve, "But, there's still one thing."

Killian knew exactly what his wife was referring to without needing her to say anything else, "Why can Leia use magic outside of Storybrooke when not even Emma, the sorcerer with the most powerful light magic, can?"

"Good question," said Henry.

"Emma, luv, when did you start showing signs of magical powers?"

"Um," she tried thinking back but her pounding headache made it almost impossible, "When I was a teenager, I think," she concentrated, "Yeah, when I was staying with Ingrid. I was playing on a claw machine and all the lights started going crazy when I began to really focus. Nothing after that though. Not until Storybrooke, at least."

"Leia's only three. What the bloody hell is going on?"

They all sat in silence for numerous seconds, attempting but ultimately failing to wrap their heads around everything that had happened within the last half an hour. Emma's phone rang, interrupting the quietude and startling each of them.

"Crap. Must be the pizza," Emma groaned and reached for her phone, but was surprised when she read the caller ID, "Hey. What's going on?" Emma's eyes instantly widened, "Hang on. Okay, wait, mom, slow down. You found what?"

Her face soon became as white as a ghost, immediately raising concern within Killian, "Emma, what is she saying? Are you okay?"

Emma ignored him and continued listening to the call, "Heading there now," she said before abruptly hanging up and going over to Leia, picking her up from the floor without a single complaint from the toddler. Leia had gotten her mother's intuition; she usually knew when something was wrong and behaved accordingly, always taking her parent's my surprise.

Killian got up and gently grabbed her hand, pulling her back, "Emma. Stop. Talk to me, what did Snow say? What's wrong?" The frantic look in her eyes was unsettling him.

"Mom?" Henry added.

"We have to go to Storybrooke. Right now," she blurted, "I think Leia's in danger."

And that's it! For this chapter, anyway. Thoughts? Make sure to leave me comments! Also, feel free to tweet me your feedback (my Twitter is directorxjmo). BTW, I know the title of this story is "A Happy Beginning," and as of right now, it doesn't seem like a happy beginning at all, but no one said a happy beginning necessarily meant smooth sailing, did they? ;) I'll update soon! Xoxo