I quite enjoyed Oz, The Great and Powerful. The triplets were very nicely done and the visuals were vibrant. Cursed as I am to see every new story linked somehow to Harry Potter, this popped out. Short, barely connected, complete. Hardly worth posting really.

The Trouble With Triplets

(Or; why everything is always Harry's fault)

The problem with being not-quite-mortal, aside from the inconvenience of sideways-death and balancing every gain with a loss, is that of children.

The problem with being the Master of the Deathly Hallows is that as they come in threes, so do any pieces of himself that he leaves in his wake.

Every time. Every time.

Three sons or three daughters. One to shield, one to harm and one to balance. Seeds of chaos when apart, towering bastions when together.

They rarely come together.

He's tried to ensure that they do, over and over. He loves his children despite the prickling pain that time makes ever more potent. He has spoiled them, ignored them, sent them away and cloistered them together. Set after set, lifetime after lifetime, they fall like dice to the whim of chance.

Is he irresponsible for allowing it to continue? His children herald war far more often than they herald peace. What right has he to inflict them upon each new world, each new life?

…What right has the world to keep them from him? They are his children. He loves them, loves the something about them that is always the same, that essence that manifests time and again in children who look/act/are nothing like each other.

And they love him. A lover's love grows tiresome, wearied and withered before it can even finish blooming but a child's love is inescapable - his for them and theirs for him. Even those that grow to hate him, always loved him first and can never quite shake that fact. In his carousel of existence, the ones who hate him later are sometimes the ones he loves the most - their hate easing the pain of their inevitable deaths.

After a trio that almost destroy the world, he stops for a while. Swears off the most mortal part of his not-quite-mortal existence, ensures he does not pass on his chaotic bloodline. But, he is still partly mortal. He is weak. He lies to himself, he willfully forgets, he craves the connection, the love, his children, like an addict craving a hit.

And so he begets a new trinity, and allows chance to determine their fates - and the world's.

TTWT

Possibly the shortest thing I've ever written in my life. Feels good to be so brief! ;)