Harry Potter, its universe and its characters do not belong to me.
Winter will come :
Folding on herself like a sheet of molten metal, sharp glare in her eyes and fierce growl in her throat, the little girl cowers in a corner as her parents argue. Under her pink tutu and ballet shoes, she's a brawler. Behind her reserved smile and graceful gait, she hides a boorish soul. Expectations dictate that she becomes a beautiful flower but the girl knows : her edge is too cutting.
For now she has no other choice but to comply. Keeping her voice soft and her gesture sweet, with polite words and discreet laugh... She is a parody of the perfect little girl, courteous, gentle and weak. When her brothers tease her, she must not sneer. When they prank her, she must not snarl. Revenge is forbidden. Fighting is forbidden. Forever protected and cared for like a pretty glass vase, she has no right to be headstrong and daring. Even if all she wants is to jump in the mud, to climb trees, to walk on her father's petunias and come home covered in scratches and dirt... Even if all she wants is to be herself and to be loved for it... She can't.
But one day, she knows... One day Winter will come, with cold cooling her iron limbs and wind sharpening her vicious claws. Winter will come and she will rise anew. A knife in a girl's body, she will cut off her ties and binds. Free herself of the wants of others ! Free her heart of the chains of Duty ! She. Shall. Fly. Free !
For too long have shallow words of love held her back, piling obligations on her small shoulders. Because they birthed her, she had to obey... Because they raised her, she had to please... But no more. Years upon years of shaping her in an ideal she did not follow didn't make them parents, it just made them tyrants ! The insecurities and complexes they grew in her fill her with anguish, tormenting her like a beast tearing through her hopes and dreams. She. Owes. Them. Nothing.
With the name of a plant, she is a warrior. With the middle name of a cold star, she is a scorching sun. Her radiance may blind them, they may not recognize her... But even so she shall stand proud. Smiles full of teeth and eyes shining with an unholy glow, she will show them : Lily Luna Potter is no glass flower !
I was listening to Brokenbrow, from Jonathan Young and PelleK, and it's just such an inspirational song that I wrote that. Thanks for reading.
Que l'inspiration soit avec vous,
Plew A.E
