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Assistant: Title: The Gardener of Ten Thousand Hearts (A fairytale)
        Author: OhWonderfulOnce OhWonderfulOnce 
        Chapter: 1/62 
        Summary: Reader, this is not a mystery, I’ll tell you how it ends: with a true love's kiss. How could it be otherwise for Ella Greengrass, touched by fairy magic?Cursed at birth, Ella will pr@ck her finger on a spindle and fall into an enchanted sleep for a hundred years. She has one year left to break the curse and save herself, but she is distracted to learn that students are being bullied in the halls of Hogwarts, and the reputable Tom Riddle seems to be behind it. But Tom Riddle has his own sinister plans for their fifth year at Hogwarts, and he won't let Ella get in his way.Come closer, reader, and see how they collide.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Prelude - Once Upon a May Afternoon
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Once there were two fairy folk from the Apple Isle, out in the world on some business of their queens’ - but we won’t get too much into all that just now, because presently they are travelling through the great, grey storm clouds of May, getting rather wet and cross, and we must keep up with them.

  It happened that they passed by the manor home of an old wizarding family with a babe newly born, and in they flew without so much as a by-your-leave, to the great distress of the new parents, who were quite afraid. The Fair Folk, after all, have a reputation for cruel gifts and strange blessings, made with a magic untouchable by wizardkind. They watched helplessly as the fairies cooed over their daughter.

  ‘Little Ella, what a good girl you'll be!’ exclaimed the first fairy, she who brought gifts. ‘And such a delight to your poor mama and papa, who thought never to be blessed with a child, I see.’

  The fairy watched Ella fondly for a moment, reaching out and touching her tiny fingers.

  ‘The thing to do is give you some gifts,’ she said, suddenly in spirits. Mr and Mrs Greengrass hardly dared breathe.

  ‘First, a magic wand,’ the fairy said, and she leaned out the window through which she had recently been blown, and took a thin branch from the tall tree that grew there, and it became a wand. She reached up and plucked a single, golden hair from her own head, and touched the wand tip to it. The hair vanished, and at once the wand turned to gold, as if it had been dipped into liquid metal. 

  ‘A bold wand, for acts of heroism, you know,’ the fairy told them.

  ‘And a core of your own hair?’ said the second fairy, eyeing the wand with interest.

  ‘We all must have our little vanities!’ the first fairy replied happily, turning the wand this way and that and looking very satisfied indeed.

  ‘I also gift a sword, fairy-forged, which draws not blood from your enemy but compassion from your heart, so that if you bear your foe no ill-will you will do them no harm, putting them into a peaceful sleep only. Fight with anger, and you'll find the blade is cruelly edged.’

  She grasped the air before her, and drew from nowhere a beautifully-crafted sword. The guard was fashioned into two golden leaves, curling away from the silver blade as if it were a flower that had bloomed between them. The grip was golden also, and the tapered pommel was set with a narrow cut of rose quartz.

  ‘And how ought she carry a sword among mortals?’ said the second fairy dryly. The gifting fairy frowned a moment, considering this, before her expression brightened.

  ‘Why, like this, of course!’ she replied, and she lifted the sword so that the tip of the blade rested against the wand, as if she were going to stab it, and the sword disappeared entirely into the wand as if it had been swallowed up, so that the wand lay alone.

  ‘You see, now look!’ she said, taking the wand and moving it exactly as if it were a sword being drawn from a sheath, and the wand began to bloom: in an instant, the handle of the wand had become the distinctive grip of the sword, its long end the shining blade.

  ‘And to go with it, this,’ she said, materialising a golden bangle of fine make, patterned with inlaid roses and thorns. She put it onto her own left-hand wrist, and tapped it with the golden sword, which had become a wand again. The bangle came to life at once, growing into a shield with the same intricate motif. She tapped the shield once more, and it resumed its former shape.

  ‘A shield that will deflect any wizarding curse, but which will make not just your arm heavy by its weight but your heart heavy with despair for every spell it blocks. The stronger the curse, the stronger the despair.’

  ‘Thank you very much, Lady, we’re really very much in your debt,’ Ella’s mother said nervously, desperate for the fairies to leave. ‘We couldn’t possibly ask any more of you, so-’

  ‘Nonsense!’ the gifting fairy interrupted, ‘I’m far from finished! I gift also the voice of our own kind -  I 
  
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   love music. Yes, her singing will be lovely, though have a care -  you might find yourselves quite enchanted,’ she said, and she looked briefly concerned before waving a hand carelessly.

  ‘She will be in possession of surpassing beauty also - though not quite the beauty of our own kind, you understand,’ the fairy said apologetically. ‘And a little thimble, too - the seamster who sews with it will always do their finest work.’

  ‘Well, I call that entirely too much good-fortune for one little girl,’ said the second fairy impatiently, ‘I curse the child, that before her sixteenth birthday she will pr@ck her finger upon the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall dead.’

  The fairy’s eyes were bright with wicked amusement, and Ella's mother and father cried out in dismay. The first fairy frowned at her counterpart.

  ‘Not to worry!’ she said loudly, re-capturing the attention of the distraught parents. ‘I still have one blessing to bestow!’

  ‘Then you can undo the curse?’ asked Mr Greengrass desperately.

  ‘Well… after a fashion,’ the second fairy said, looking slightly crestfallen, ‘I can lessen its effect. She shall not die, but fall into a deep sleep lasting a hundred years. In time the sleep will grow around her like a garden, settling over all this household, so that any among you who stay here may sleep and wake with her.’

  And so it was.'
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