The Light.
The Dark.
The two 'cities' who championed their respective mascots.
Hermione Granger.
Draco Malfoy.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
What might have been if these two had the chance to take the road less traveled by
Further away from t...
The two 'cities' who championed their respective mascots.
Hermione Granger.
Draco Malfoy.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
What might have been
If these two had the chance to take the road less traveled by
Further away from the Winter of despair
And closer to the Spring of hope
What if that made all the difference...
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I N F O
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W A R N I N G
slight trigger warning
depression
sadness
death
swearing
sexual references ( nothing explicit )
war
slight violence
angst
lonliness
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S T A T U S
In Progress
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D I S C L A I M E R
Harry Potter characters and references are owned by JK Rowling.
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A Tale of Two Cities - A Poem
It was the best of times; It was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom; It was the age of madness.
It was the era of belief; It was the era of doubt. We had everything to gain; We had nothing to gain.
It was the season of Light; It was the season of Darkness. It was the Spring of hope; It was the Winter of despair.
We had everything before us; We had nothing before us. We were all going direct to heaven; We were all going direct to hell.
Do you like it? Yes we do Are you happy? We're so happy now. Recalled to life? Yes it's true!
You had time to change your mind, now there's no turning back.
Red wine has stained, the blood of men. Hunger and pain, and their time will come. The grindstone turns, once again.
Why should we be blamed for this, our forefathers' bliss.
Footsteps echo on the path below. As people watch their new cross put on its show. And the Rings of Saturn roll along the street.
- by Michael John
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PROLOGUE
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
