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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.
Re: ORDER ONLY
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.
Re: ORDER ONLY
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.