Hogwarts

Assignment #3 - Photography
Task #3 - Earthrise, 1968: Write about seeing something from a new perspective.

Warnings: implied violence, hate perpetuating hate

Further prompts at the end.

Word Count: 858


Dear Tuney,

I used to look up to you, you know? You were my big sister, my protector, and I just knew you were going to change the world. I'm not, actually, too sure of when I stopped thinking that. After Hogwarts, I know - remember the day I left, back in '71? I was crying when I got on the train, you know, because of what you said. Stupid of me, but back then I still cared about what you thought. I know - so strange to think about, now.

So it definitely wasn't first year, or second year - I brought back some joke products I'd bought in Diagon Alley when I went school supply shopping, in August. I think it was to try and bring some magic into your life. You tried to break the toys, I remember - it didn't work, of course. Third year, fourth year…

Oh, I know! It was the end of fifth year - wow, did I really believe in you until I was sixteen? - because that was when I started realizing how, honestly, naïve everything I thought about the wizarding world was. I won't tell you exactly what happened, since you'll only say that you told me so about Sev without, really, understanding anything about the situation. But that was the change. That made me realize that I had to stop making excuses for you, because it wasn't just about you-and-me. It's about Muggles-and-wizards, as a whole.

You know, it's kind of because of you that I ended up choosing this, choosing him. It's funny to think about, isn't it? Not only, of course, not even mostly - I won't deprive Sev of the credit where it's due. But kind of. If my only encounters with Muggles had been with the ones like Mum and Dad, well, I don't think I would've understood. But you. Well, you're kind of the perfect example, aren't you, of what Muggles will do? Love it until they realize they can't have it, then hate it and fear it and try to destroy it. You made me pause, long enough for me to actually hear what Sev was saying. Thanks for that, I suppose.

Merlin, this note has really gone in a completely different direction than I was expecting. I thought I'd rage a little at you, explain in detail exactly how you were wrong about everything, finally let all the words I'd held in for all those years spill out - cathartic, you know? But now that I've done this - well, it doesn't seem worth it, does it? You were so big, all my life, but now that I've stepped back, I've realized just how small you are. How average - normal, as you like to say. How unworthy of even a fraction of my time.

I suppose that means that I shouldn't spend much more time writing to you, either. Ah, well, this was always more for me than it was for you - all of you is, now. I'd say goodbye, but really, this is more of a see-you-again. Or a forever. A promise.

Hah, a pinky promise. Remember those?

Lily, stop it right now! Let me out of here! Stop this freakishness this moment! You're not allowed to do this, I know you aren't! Wait 'til I tell Mum and Dad! Wait 'til I tell your precious freak government! They'll lock you in prison and throw away the key! They'll snap that horrid stick of yours! You'll be in so much trouble, Lily! STOP THIS!

What even is this? What is this place? What did you do to me? Lily, I know you're there, I heard - saw - felt - your words, stop ignoring me! Let me out of here! AHH-

Lily! P-please! Lily, I can't stand this, get me out of here now! Please!

Lily, please - there's nothing here, I can't see or hear or smell or feel or taste, it's all darkness and emptiness and nothingness, it's pressing down all around me except it's not because it's not there, it's like nothing I do does anything at all, it's like it's- it's suffocating me, drowning me, erasing me - please, please, please, get me out of here! Lily-

L-ily-

Pl-ease-

I-

Oh, Tuney. No need to be so dramatic. I did nothing bad to you - if anything, I made your life better. What kind of life would you've had, if you'd stayed an actual person? Married to that horrible fat Muggle, Dursley? I bet you would've quit your job, stayed a housewife, raised a horrible, spoiled son who would've grown up just like his father, spent your days gossiping about the neighbors and despising everything that wasn't 'normal'. How would you've died? Having made absolutely no difference on the world - that I know for sure. But of what cause? You know, about a quarter of all people die of heart disease - I bet you would've continued your 'normalness' up until your death.

No, you're much better as a diary.

All my love,

Lily


Summer Seasonal Challenges
Days of the Year: 26th June - Forgiveness Day
Anti-Boredom Month: Why are you not content
International Pirate Month: (plot point) a betrayal/mutiny
Self Improvement Month: Severus Snape
Indoor Plant Week: Moth Orchid
International Body Piercing Day: Eyebrow piercing
Creative Ice Cream Day: Almond & New York Cheesecake
International Beer Day: Lagunitas
Locations: 4 Privet Drive
Crystals & Gemstones: Honey Calcite
Tarot Reading: Judgement, Reversed
Gryffindor Characters: Lily Evans Potter
Let's Put on a Show! Director: (genre) family

Writing Club: August
Written in the Stars: (relationship) self love
This or That: Murder - (Action) Taunting someone
Showtime: Everything Changes
Film Festival: Trait: Dramatic
Lizzy's Loft: The Fall
Elizabeth's Empire: Scorpion
EnTitled: Unity Day
Lyric Alley: Found all that I need
Artist Appreciation: No Judgement

August Auction: 12.2 - (Style) Diary Entry

Southern Cookout: Sides - Colesaw

Shark Week: Great White Shark