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She remembers a movie. A mermaid with red hair wanted to walk on land. The concept seemed foreign to her. She remembers wanting to BE a mermaid, with a long luxurious tail covered in shining, glittering scales. She hated her legs, she remembers. She used to watch the fish swim gracefully at the auquarium with her father. She tapped on the glass and they skittered off, afraid. She remembers being puzzled and intrigued, then running off to study them at the library. Fish no longer intrested her then, only the mechanics, as if they were cars on a busy highway. She wondered how she would function without a wand, and sometimes she put it away. But soon she realized that she couldn't sew without it. She remembers a silly boy running with a kite, trying desparately to lift it up into the air, only to have it tumble down to the ground and lay in the dead leaves. She remembers jumping into a pile of leaves and finding bugs hidden deep inside and the itch afterwards. She remembers being alive. She remembers death. The cool touch of a hand that tells you it's time. The odd calm you feel as you leave, wondering why so many people are crying, then realizing the pain yourself. She remembers smells like rain and grass and fresh magic. She doesn't remember when her name was Hermione. She only remembers small things, like the mermaid in the movie.
