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Once upon a time there was a young girl who lived with her father, stepmother and two stepsisters.  Her real mother had died out at sea she had been told.  She lived a quiet life that was full of more hard work than good memories.  This was mainly because her stepmother wasn’t a very good mother.  The woman would be out at all hours of the night and come home reeking of liquor and smoke.     When this happened the young girl was pulled from the precious few hours of sleep she got to run a bath for her stepmother and help dress her for bed.  As soon as the girl did all this she would barely let her head hit the pillow before she would b

Tock Tic Toc was the only sound to be heard in the lab.  The Maker looked down over the railing of the balcony he was on.  Down below he looked at his creations.  They were both beautiful and not.  The clicking of their gears, the twisting of the dials and the flickering of the lights, those were beautiful.  His handiwork at their physical appearances might not be so lovely.   The dress on female life-sized doll was a tattered, the tights and stripped stockings were holey and slightly stretched, and the bow in her dark tangled hair was droopy and smudged. She was the one that was activated.  The Maker had activated her earlier, and it wasn'

The newly rebuilt Quidditch stands at Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry was packed with students who were just excited to be out and enjoying the day. It was the first game of the year.  It was the first year at Hogwarts after the wizarding war.   The sun was fighting to come out from behind the clouds to give them sunshine. Everything and everyone seemed so active and alive today.  Some took it as a sign that things were returning to normal after a slow and shaken recovery from the violence.  The school was still being rebuilt in the parts around the greenhouse and other places. Many of the surviving students had returned to finish thei