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Post by Annie Hollie Wynne on Apr 6, 2010 3:05:01 GMT
It's funny how a glass of water could have so much effect on the world. It's funny how one glass of water ended the lives of hundreds of wizards. It's funny how life could be so much better if it hadn't been for one glass of water.
The sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance and Merope was outside in the road the next second, a glass of water held tightly in her trembling hand. As the horse came nearer, the rider could be seen, a beautiful man with a head full of dark hair and looks that could bring anyone to their knees. Hence why Merope was so infatuated with him and why she was standing in the middle of this road on such a stifling day. The horse stopped and the man bent down to receive the glass of water from the woman standing there with a look of pure terror on her face. Next moment, the woman was gone, running down the path of cowardice, the water in a pile on the warm dirt.
Later on, she died, alone and without a child. Most would think of this as terrible sad, but little did they know that by not giving the man that water, Merope had just stopped the most dark wizard of all time from being born. And so life for everyone else continued, happy and without the darkening shadow of Lord Voldemort.
Those that would have died at the hands of Voldemort, didn't. They went on to marry those they loved and have children who then grew up and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Those wizards that would have become the Deatheaters obviously couldn't without a dark leader and so remained average working civilians. The few braver ones still voiced their views about muggle borns out loud but were soon silenced by the rest of the population.
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Isn't it funny how much power resides in a single glass of slightly-spiked water?
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