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Whenever she had time, Hermione would come to talk to the merman in the lake. His name was Harry and he always listened to every word she said attentively; before long, he became her dearest friend. Sometimes, she would go down and swim with him in the lake. Other times, she would bring a book with her and read out loud to him, telling him tales of wizards, witches, and magic unknown.
One day, while she was re reading 'Hogwarts: A History,' he tilted his head to the side and sighed, his long black hair floating above the water.
"What is it?"
"Hearing you speak, I wish I could go to that castle too. I wish I could walk by your side like a wizard man."
Hermione's heart thumped in her chest, thinking of all the research she had secretly done to find out if such a thing was possible, thinking of all the desires she had that she hadn't dared to voice out loud.
"Would you really be willing....to come to my world?"
"For you, Hermione? I would do anything."
