Disclaimer: Sigh. I don't own Greek mythology, You didn't see that coming, did you? This story takes place when Orestes is four and Hermione is nine, shortly after her father left for war.
Comfort- Hermione and Orestes
"Why you sad?" Orestes stared up at his cousin with his big, blue, four-year-old's eyes. Hermione wiped her eyes,
"I just miss my father" she hesitated,
"and my mother too." Orestes frowned,
"Why did the bad men tookded your mama?" She shrugged.
"I don't know, because she's so pretty, I guess." Orestes climbed onto his cousin's lap.
"Pwetty like you?" Hermione giggled.
"She's much prettier than me."
"Nuh-uh" He shook his head stubbornly,
"You the pwettiest in the whole wide world." He spread his arms out. She giggled again and hugged him.
"Thank you for making me feel better, Ori."
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