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'The wind swirled happily as a young boy-barely seven ran across the meadows, laughing merrily, as two other boys chased him. He ducked and swerved and glided to escape their clutches. His hands ran across the water, and the lake giggled cheerily as its water went splash against the two toddlers, who chased the raven-haired boy, not minding their wet clothes and hair. The raven-head tittered as he ran around a red-haired man who twirled him around and placed him on his shoulders. The man's friends joined him as they too pranced along the grass...................'
It was a story that any person would like to hear. A happily ever story that can't always come through. That's why they write stories with them. The world of imagination, mostly taken as an escape room from the horrors of the real world. It is not that being happy forever is a fairy tale. It is just that no one could ever know happiness without ever being sad. This story is like that. A fairy tale to those who listen, and a sweet-sour story for those who read in-between. But the actual story went like this:
'In the sweet autumn wind, two young boys, barely 7, chased each other as they giggled and played. The adults, six of them, talked ad laughed as the boys played. But, as a thorn to plant, there is a black spot on the clear white marble. Just behind the tree, another 7-year old watched jealous, as he was 'trained' mercilessly, as the others played. Although he doesn't want to admit it, he never likes that the raven was brushed aside while his twin was loved. He argues on the fact that he did not care that he was hurt while his twin is hugged. That he was left alone while his twin is always surrounded. But that is the truth. Even if he wants to say otherwise, that he is loved, that is the truth. He stared as the two other boys, one of them his twin, is swirled around in the air but did nothing but stab the tree beside him. He might be hurt but he is not broken. No tears swelled in his eyes, as he knew that he could never be loved. At least until he met his mate.'
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Third Person Pov:
Dumbledore sucked on another of his lemon drops as he fussed over the falling pieces of his plans. Harry Potter, being on his side is the only thing that is holding the rest up. But how dare the ministry make changes to his school? He is Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. How dare he not have input on the board? Not only that but he is the Headmaster. But as the plans are falling apart, he just needs to start the war faster than he wanted.
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Sorry about the short chapter.
~NeonellaNora
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