Somewhere, there is a world where a little boy without a home is extended a hand on a train, and takes it. Somewhere, too, there is a world where a little boy in a cupboard under the stairs grows bitter and hard, and learns to hate, unequivocally and irrevocably.
There are worlds where two little boys grow up to be monsters, and worlds where they become paragons of good. There are worlds where a handsome young man was given a job and forgot to shroud himself in darkness, worlds where an angry young man returned to right the wrongs that had been done to him in a little house on Privet Drive.
Yes, these worlds exist, and more besides -- but in this world, a monster raises a wand to a child in its crib, and a not-quite-man tries to protect those who hurt him. This world turns on, as they all do -- monsters, after all, are rarely born that way.
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There are worlds where two little boys grow up to be monsters, and worlds where they become paragons of good. There are worlds where a handsome young man was given a job and forgot to shroud himself in darkness, worlds where an angry young man returned to right the wrongs that had been done to him in a little house on Privet Drive.
Yes, these worlds exist, and more besides -- but in this world, a monster raises a wand to a child in its crib, and a not-quite-man tries to protect those who hurt him. This world turns on, as they all do -- monsters, after all, are rarely born that way.
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Oh, I love the glimpses of might-have-been. Thank you!
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