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Apr. 25th, 2015 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_nymphadoraI've been thinking quite a bit about love lately, and how very important it is.
As well as how difficult it is to deny, control, and stamp out.
Love is sort of mad like that, isn't it? It's tenacious and fierce, and grows under even the harshest environments. When we love someone, really, truly, deeply, it's one of the strongest kinds of magic there is. It makes us brave, and gives us hope beyond hope, and makes us into our best selves.
My parents met while they were in school.
My mum, Andromeda, was one of the Blacks, and as such, came from a long line of people who were exceedingly proud of their magical heritage, and she was told from a very early age that because she was a Black, she was superiour to pretty much everyone -- obviously, because she was magical, she had to be better than non-magical people, and because she was a Black, she was better than all those people who had magic, but didn't have that tradition, that geneology, that history stretching back across generations.
My da, Ted, his dad was a banker, and his mum taught primary school. He first found out about Hogwarts when he got his letter at the age of eleven, and went without the slightest idea of what to expect. He told me later it was like moving to a new country, because the language, the history and culture, the traditions were just so different from what he'd grown up with. Not necessarily bad, just different.
And these two people from totally different worlds fell head over heels in love for each other. Despite everything that was trying to keep them apart, they found a strength they didn't realise they had inside of them, and they stood together, hand in hand.
I am proud to be the child of people from two different worlds. I am my mother's daughter, but I am most certainly my father's daughter too.
Love is defiant. Love is beautiful. Love is radical. It transcends differences and conquers fear. And no matter how hard some people work to tell us who we ought to love, and who we shouldn't, it finds a way.
As well as how difficult it is to deny, control, and stamp out.
Love is sort of mad like that, isn't it? It's tenacious and fierce, and grows under even the harshest environments. When we love someone, really, truly, deeply, it's one of the strongest kinds of magic there is. It makes us brave, and gives us hope beyond hope, and makes us into our best selves.
My parents met while they were in school.
My mum, Andromeda, was one of the Blacks, and as such, came from a long line of people who were exceedingly proud of their magical heritage, and she was told from a very early age that because she was a Black, she was superiour to pretty much everyone -- obviously, because she was magical, she had to be better than non-magical people, and because she was a Black, she was better than all those people who had magic, but didn't have that tradition, that geneology, that history stretching back across generations.
My da, Ted, his dad was a banker, and his mum taught primary school. He first found out about Hogwarts when he got his letter at the age of eleven, and went without the slightest idea of what to expect. He told me later it was like moving to a new country, because the language, the history and culture, the traditions were just so different from what he'd grown up with. Not necessarily bad, just different.
And these two people from totally different worlds fell head over heels in love for each other. Despite everything that was trying to keep them apart, they found a strength they didn't realise they had inside of them, and they stood together, hand in hand.
I am proud to be the child of people from two different worlds. I am my mother's daughter, but I am most certainly my father's daughter too.
Love is defiant. Love is beautiful. Love is radical. It transcends differences and conquers fear. And no matter how hard some people work to tell us who we ought to love, and who we shouldn't, it finds a way.
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Date: 2015-04-25 11:51 pm (UTC)I said it before, but it bears repeating -- many, many congratulations, cousin. And Justin, luv, welcome to the family.
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Date: 2015-04-26 01:53 am (UTC)I'm grateful for you, and Draco, Sirius, and now Daphne (and Bea and Adam too), to remind me that my family is capable of so much more than the ugly things that the Blacks, Lestranges, and Malfoys are known for.
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Date: 2015-04-26 10:29 pm (UTC)And there's enough of us by now, I reckon we're tipping the scales, don't you? At least a little bit.
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Date: 2015-04-26 12:17 am (UTC)Yeah. This.
I'm so glad your mum and your da found each other and fell in love. Because I'm kind of fond of the kid they made together.
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Date: 2015-04-26 01:57 am (UTC)You're not half bad yourself, you know
These kids -- all of them -- they grew up learning that they needed to stay in their own circles or else. And I was looking around the room at how happy they all were, and how many of them weren't supposed to have ended up together by any measure, and it just made me happy too.
And hopeful.
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Date: 2015-04-26 02:38 am (UTC)Hopeful, that's a good word for it.
I keep thinking, you know, about the two of us when we were back in Hogwarts. About how they all made sure you and the other halfbloods in fostering didn't 'bother' us purebloods and all. I wonder sometimes whether in another world we would've been friends, or if House rivalries would have still kept us from ever getting to know each other.
I don't know if I've ever really said, actually, but I'm still so sorry I never told those wankers who never stopped giving you a hard time to shove off.
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Date: 2015-04-26 12:49 am (UTC)Love does make us brave, and it makes us willing to risk everything in hopes the world's wrongs can be righted before our children suffer.
I was married once, and my husband went off to fight across the Channel when Grindelwald was dividing people and teaching hate. He lost his life, my Rafe, but he did it for us because he hoped they could stop those ideas and the violence they spawned before it came here.
I take courage from his now, all these years later.
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Date: 2015-04-26 01:50 am (UTC)I'm sorry for your loss, but glad to know that you gained so much from it.