That's why stories are stories. Reality is never exactly like what the stories said.
[ Hermione never believed the story of the Three Brothers until she saw the cloak, stone and wand all together, but even now she doesn't really believe that it's exactly at the Tales of Beadle the Bard actually say. Coming face to face with Death himself... She doesn't think that's possible, except for here in the Drabwurld. She had met the Shuck, after all, even if she had felt a little flustered and ashamed at the time, lighting candles for the dead.
She holds her head up high, though, intense and sure, and she keeps herself together. Hermione is turning from a witch and a healer to a soldier, and she's tucking herself together before she breathes out again. ]
I sent them from England to Australia, and they thought they were two people that didn't have a daughter. It was safer for them, and I'd like to think they're happy now.
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[ Hermione never believed the story of the Three Brothers until she saw the cloak, stone and wand all together, but even now she doesn't really believe that it's exactly at the Tales of Beadle the Bard actually say. Coming face to face with Death himself... She doesn't think that's possible, except for here in the Drabwurld. She had met the Shuck, after all, even if she had felt a little flustered and ashamed at the time, lighting candles for the dead.
She holds her head up high, though, intense and sure, and she keeps herself together. Hermione is turning from a witch and a healer to a soldier, and she's tucking herself together before she breathes out again. ]
I sent them from England to Australia, and they thought they were two people that didn't have a daughter. It was safer for them, and I'd like to think they're happy now.