It always starts somewhere, why not at the end of a journey?
Mr. And Mrs. The Greenwaters were a young and happy couple. Why wouldn't they be? At the age of 21, they were married, had a house located on number 5, private drive and Mr. Greenwaters was a model employee. They had everything they wanted except for a child.
Said child was soon to be born however. In fact, on this beautiful day this story starts, the couple was planning a trip to the nearest hospital. Everything seemed calm, and while his wife walked slowly towards the door Mr. Greenwaters prepared the car.
Everything was alright, nothing could go wrong in the perfect life of the soon to be parents.
It is a shame then that you should never say never, or nothing in this case.
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It was a beautiful day outside. No birds singing, of course. This was still a little town, which means an abundance of lawns and more houses neatly arranged and identical to one another than there were animals in the vicinity. Even the rodents seemed to flee this little haven of normalcy, where everybody acted as one. The well oiled machine was seemingly enough to calm their soon-to-be neighbours, a couple of people so obsessed with normal that they almost became a parody of the word.
It was, indeed, a perfect day to live.
The Greenwaters approached their car, an old Gran Torino gifted to the young couple by the proud parents at their marriage. If they had taken a second to pay attention to their surroundings, they would have noticed a faint shimmer near the blooming flowers. It was accompanied by a hissing sound of pain or mirth, maybe both at the same time.
As they drove away in their car, said shimmer let out a faint “finally” before disappearing with a loud cracking sound.
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On days like these, some say everyone should rejoice. Blue sky, not too hot, not too cold, a few doves flying, everything seemingly peaceful. Emphasis on the word, since just a few meters from a lawn that was nothing if not emerald green was our young couple, one crying in pain, the other giving birth. It had taken a few hours but finally this day approached its end, and with it the prospect of going home with a new and innocent family member.
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“And how will we name her?
I was thinking of Vivian.
It’s perfect honey”
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“What is his name sir?
Barbara, Barbara Fawkes”
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BIRTH OF THE YOUNG ANTIOCHUS LESTRANGE
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MORE THAN 20 “CURSED” CHILDREN, YOU-KNOW-WHO’S FAULT?
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SURGE IN MUGGLE ATTACKS BY THE DARK LORD HIMSELF, “CURSED CHILDREN” AS A RESULT
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ST MUNGOS UNABLE TO GET THE CHILDREN BACK TO NORMAL
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DEATH OF HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED
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HARRY POTTER SOLE SURVIVOR OF GODRIC'S HOLLOW ATTACK, THE BOY-WHO-LIVED
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On the 1rst of november 1981, a baby was left on the porch of the Dursley family, a family of normal people, with a normal family thank you very much. They didn’t know why they wanted to be normal but it seemed to come from the destruction of the number 5 a few meters down the road. Nothing could have prepared them to adopt Petunia Dursley’s nephew only a few hours later. They would end up accepting him as a second hand Dursley, considering his lack of normalcy sometimes. Petunia Dursley only wished to remember why she was so jealous of her sister. It was almost a forgotten thing, like this feeling you have when you meet a person and don’t remember their names, but you have a feeling that it is in your memory somewhere.
On the same night, a society was celebrating their first night in eleven years where fear wasn’t present.
On this very night, an old man was trying to understand how more than twenty children were seemingly cursed into having magic.
None of the forty five “children” knew how much they would change this world, only remembering that their lives would be interesting.
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When he woke up, he tried to remember what he saw last. In a panic he saw again a green lightning moving fast, shouting, his quirk activating, and then nothing more. He probably died. The words were burned in his memory.
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Seeing Deku die, in her arms, barely killing his enemy. Her comrades were beside her, some around, surrounding The Hero. The Hero who was dying because of his last mistake, dying wanting to avenge his mentor. His face was going piece by piece. even Toga was approaching, mourning the loss of her “love”. As they all began to grieve, they heard a little cough. Turning to the dying student, they heard his last wish.
“Please, be heroes”
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The nerd was dying in round face’s arms. How did it happen? How did the same nerd that didn’t know the meaning of “stop” end up dying before everyone?
He didn’t know, didn’t understand. If anything his childhood friend should have been the thorn in his side that would have pushed him always.
“Please, be heroes”
Of course, always.
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Izuku was dying, shiggy had done it. Why was she so sad?
“Please, be heroes”
If he wanted her to be… Would it be possible? She would try at least.