The Untold Tale of Beedle The Bard - Part 3

Birth and death are just bookends of being We all walk down the road of life Paths to take, choices to make Life is a series of choices Some wrong, some right Some made to our dismay Death is certain as the rising sun And our choices lead to our final day It's the price that we pay. Madame, I will need you to sit up a little. Can you move at all? A little. Good. How are you feeling? Not exactly comfortable. Is there anything I can do? No. I don't want you to worry. It will all be worth it in the end. Our child. Yes. Beedle, what's wrong? Nothing. I just… I hate to see you in pain. I told you not to worry! It is not as terrible as it looks. Besides, our child will be beautiful. With a mother such as you, how could she be anything less? You know it will be a girl? Yes, of course. How do you know that? I know. I can feel it. [Scream] Madame, you will need to rest now. You will wake when the time comes. How is she, really? She is not faring as well as we had hoped. And will the child be all right? As far as we know, the baby will be born healthy, or at the very least, alive. Your wife… It is not likely that your wife will survive the birth. Not likely? It is almost certain that she will not. We did warn you. You knew that this was a possibility. You also said you would do everything you could to save her! We have sir! Her body can only withstand so much! At this very moment, barring a miracle, I do not see your wife recovering. Miracles can happen! Sometimes. In any case, I've made preparations for the worst. You… you are already so resigned? As you said, there is little more you can do for her. How long have you been married? Seven years. You're lucky. When my husband... Well, some of us don't get half so much time. I'll give you your privacy. Don't worry, Mary. I have a plan. Not interrupting, am I? Althen Avery. At your service. So, this is your little muggle tart. Did you bring it? Of course. Gold first. How much? One hundred galleons. I was told it would cost fifty! Fifty for pure bloods. One hundred for blood traitors. Of course, if you'd rather she die… No. I have your gold. Normally I would not stoop so low. Dealing with muggle-lovers is beneath me. Still, times have been difficult in my line of work. And gold is gold. Here, take your gold. Truly I should be thanking you. You are aware of the side effects of this particular potion? I have been told, yes. Well then, I thank you for your… contribution. Interesting company you seem to be keeping. Father! You startled me. How long have you been listening? Long enough. Beedle, you know what that man is. How could you have any dealings with him? I have no choice! You always have a choice. What side effects was he speaking of? What bargain have you made with him? What does it matter? Beedle. When Mary takes this potion, the child will die. You would kill your own daughter? How could you? I had no choice! If… if… If the child lives, then Mary will die. And I can't lose her. I can't! Let me see the potion. Unicorn blood? Only until I can find something else. Beedle… You know what this will do to her. I don't understand how you could be so heartless- Sometimes life requires one to be a bit heartless, Father! The world is not like your fairy stories! If I had to choose between my wife and my unborn child, I… it would drive me mad! It is better to love one and to save one… To care for one, and let the rest be. There is a story, about a man who thought very much as you do. Father, I am too exhausted for your fairy stories! He thought it best to care for only one. And sleep if you must, but I will tell my tale nonetheless. Once, long ago, a talented young warlock observed the follies of caring for others. He observed his friends gamboling and preening when they fell in love. He heard his parents bicker and argue, the way married couples do. He vowed never to fall prey to such weakness and employed dark arts to ensure his immunity. Our master sits in a golden chair Bestowed unto him long ago Our master has fortune beyond compare And power and talent to show. But oh, he grows tired of this mundane existence Oh what monotonous life And oh he has everything, but what use is everything When he does not have a wife? That fool has it all but he can't find a girl He's a pitiful man for sure. Have mercy on him, he must feel so alone With no one to love and adore. And oh, he grows old and is running out of time If he wants to produce an heir And oh he has everything, but what use is everything When he has nothing to share? What a cross he has to bear. How dare they disrespect me They slander and deject me My servants that I thought were loyal And it becomes apparent I'll always be aberrant Unless I can find a bride. And so I vow to find her A womanly reminder Of everything that's holy and right A girl of greatest beauty And lineage of acuity And fortune beyond compare. So if they find me paltry and pathetic Well, they'll soon find that to change When I arrange To marry- [Knock] Ah, come in friend. And who is this beautiful maiden? Dear sir, this is Mary, my niece Might I bring her to the feast You are hosting on the morrow? Oh what fortuitous circumstance I'm saved now by this happenstance A maiden of most golden appearance Oh, your eyes are alluring And your smile enduring And the light reflects your radiant hair. Yes yes, I think you will do nicely You fit my needs precisely You are beautiful beyond compare. And now since my feelings are expressed Won't you join me as my guest At tomorrow's celebration? Dear sir, Mary knows that you're adept So for her I do accept Your most gracious invitation. So soon we will dine, now I bid you adieu I'll see you on the morrow. So what do you think of my friend? He's handsome and he's bold But somehow he seems cold Almost like he's living half a life And though he tries to please me He frightens yet intrigues me And I am perturbed by it all. Well I think you're a perfect match And you should get to know him at the feast Or try, at least. The scene is set and the guests arrive Content in the celebration The maiden is here and how curious is she To be part of this chance orchestration Love is in bloom and a song is in the air Oh what a likely romance And oh she has everything And how he wants everything How he seeks to impress, to entrance. Just look at his eyes staring straight to her heart They make an impeccable pair Both rich and both gorgeous, true lineage, and smart T'will soon be a marriage affair. Speak now of love and of matters of the soul Speak to me words of the Gods Oh you are a sight to behold With your hair spun of gold And your eyes fierce with a blazed art Yes yes, I've heard it all before And your words I would adore If I thought you had a heart! You need not fear on that score Follow me. This is my greatest treasure Locked in a crystal casket Hidden away since my youth. Oh it would bring me pleasure If you would please unmask it Oh sir I beg you bear me truth! This is my secret possession And to you alone I'll impart What is this crazy obsession What happened to your heart? [Scream!] This is my heart before you It beats alive and well And I hope it's strength will reach you Oh warlock I implore you Save yourself from this Hell Please put it back now I beseech you! Put it back now where it belongs Oh sir it would deeply please me Great beauty, I'll do as you wish I would do anything to appease thee! Now you are healed of torment And you will know true love Come embrace me in your arms, my dear! Minstrel: Ahhh! [Scream!] What has become of you? The maiden had to die demure This heart I had to pry from her I deserve a heart pure as gold! So I’ll replace my heart with this Oh what perfection, oh what bliss! And I will be master of it all! Oh think what you are doing friend I understand what you intend but- I will not be mastered by my own heart! How dare you defile me how dare you outsmart! I will not become a slave to you! And so, my heart, I bid thee adieu. Oh my heart I bid thee adieu. Goodbye my heart Goodbye forever Goodbye! A dream? A nightmare. [Scream] Mary! Help, it's time! Beedle…that healer. Tell me that you recognize her! Which healer? That one, there. I don't know, maybe. Not now! She was… I remember! She was there that night! That night at the Golden Wand! Father, now is not the time! She was there that night… The night that Lysandar Carrow… [Baby cries] You have a daughter. She is very weak, but alive nonetheless. A girl. I do know you. Sir, her mother is gone. Before she died, she bid me give you this. I'm just a man And you're just a girl And there is no hope for us in the world But here we are bound By this thing they call love And I promise no harm shall come to you. Hush, don't cry child. You're safe. I promise… Amata. The life that I cherished, That I breathed, has now perished But now you are my light that shines brightly and true. And I'm not afraid of what I have to do 'Cause I would do anything Anything To love and protect you. So take my hand and never let go I'll tell you stories like you never dreamed You'll be my star on the horizon Life's just a drama And we all are the actors We cannot know what role we have yet to play So we tell our stories And we write our memoirs In the hope that we live on All: Live on Minstrel: Join me on an adventure All: We live on in the tales Minstrel: Join me in the tales Of Beedle The Bard.