Asking Why Just Sounds So Petulant
Date: 5 March, 2000
Day: Sunday
Time: Very Early Morning
Location: Cliff Above the Camp
A sodding Order of Merlin. Is Albus insane?
I suppose that should read 'was'. Dammit. Nearly three years and I still forget. But then, I still forget James is gone some days and it's been almost twenty years. It never gets easier. Not really.
But, what was Albus thinking? Nominating me? Even if I deserved the honor, the wizarding world is not ready to acknowledge a werewolf as a hero. Not that I am any such thing.
Harry, well, if he doesn't qualify then I have no idea what a hero is. He's lost so much because of this war, the first war. He did what no other was capable of. Whether it's because they truly didn't have the power, or just didn't have the initiative, it doesn't matter. HE did it.
Severus, too. He doesn't want to believe it of himself. But, without him this entire endeavor would have failed. What he did, horrible as it was for him to have to do, saved this war. Not that he seems to have any idea that his good deeds have just as many consequences as the mistakes.
And now, if the Ministry has it's way, this may be the last time I'm able to sit up here and write. After tomorrow, it will be illegal for me or any other werewolf amoung others to be out after sunset. Not that I have any idea how they intend to prevent that when my 'residence' is a tent pitched on the side of a mountain. Strange. I've always had mixed feelings about the night sky because of the Moon and its inluence on my curse. Now, the thought of not being allowed to see it again feels like being cut off from a part of myself.
Dora,
I've seen your handwriting as I flip through these pages. I hope that means you are not only alive, but well. I should have contacted you sooner to let you know I'm alright. But, first I was pretty focused on Harry and making sure he was okay. Then everything with Severus and his release, not to mention Harry's reaction to that idea! Now the Ministry and Albus' insane nominations.
Remind me again how I'm not going to lose myself?
RJL
Day: Sunday
Time: Very Early Morning
Location: Cliff Above the Camp
A sodding Order of Merlin. Is Albus insane?
I suppose that should read 'was'. Dammit. Nearly three years and I still forget. But then, I still forget James is gone some days and it's been almost twenty years. It never gets easier. Not really.
But, what was Albus thinking? Nominating me? Even if I deserved the honor, the wizarding world is not ready to acknowledge a werewolf as a hero. Not that I am any such thing.
Harry, well, if he doesn't qualify then I have no idea what a hero is. He's lost so much because of this war, the first war. He did what no other was capable of. Whether it's because they truly didn't have the power, or just didn't have the initiative, it doesn't matter. HE did it.
Severus, too. He doesn't want to believe it of himself. But, without him this entire endeavor would have failed. What he did, horrible as it was for him to have to do, saved this war. Not that he seems to have any idea that his good deeds have just as many consequences as the mistakes.
And now, if the Ministry has it's way, this may be the last time I'm able to sit up here and write. After tomorrow, it will be illegal for me or any other werewolf amoung others to be out after sunset. Not that I have any idea how they intend to prevent that when my 'residence' is a tent pitched on the side of a mountain. Strange. I've always had mixed feelings about the night sky because of the Moon and its inluence on my curse. Now, the thought of not being allowed to see it again feels like being cut off from a part of myself.
Dora,
I've seen your handwriting as I flip through these pages. I hope that means you are not only alive, but well. I should have contacted you sooner to let you know I'm alright. But, first I was pretty focused on Harry and making sure he was okay. Then everything with Severus and his release, not to mention Harry's reaction to that idea! Now the Ministry and Albus' insane nominations.
Remind me again how I'm not going to lose myself?
RJL