“I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.”
It just occurred to me that the revelation of Regina’s inability to have a biological child lends even more weight to her mental state when they arrive in the Enchanted Forest at the beginning of the Missing Year. She’d lost her child, and was not likely ever to have another. Not that a new child could replace Henry – that’s not how child loss works – but I think at that point in her life, motherhood is so much of her identity and one of the few genuinely good, rewarding things she’s done. And now he’s gone, and she will never birth a child, and her chances of adopting in the EF are slim – who’s going to want the Evil Queen to end up with their child?
Being a mother was so much of her identity, and granted, that isn’t something that goes away – she would always be a mother – but she’d probably believe that she would never be able to mother anyone. That connection, that rewarding giving of love, watching her child grow and become this wonderful person – it’s all gone from her, forever. And not likely something she’ll ever be able to experience again. At that point, I’m sure she believed Henry was it for her, child-wise. She would never have another, and he was gone forever.
17 years ago today, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin died fighting for what they believed in: love and equality. 17 years ago today, Teddy Lupin became an orphan.
17 years ago today, Fred Weasley died fighting for family and joy. 17 years ago today, two became one and nine became eight.
17 years ago today, Colin Creevey and Lavender Brown fought for education and their friends. 17 years ago today, a boy lost his older brother and role model and two couples lost their child.
17 years ago today, Severus Snape died because he stayed loyal to the man who gave him a second chance. He died fighting for forgiveness.
17 years ago today, 50 others died too. Leaving family and friends.
Let us raise our wands in memory of all who fought bravely for what they believed in. They all fought for freedom and love, knowing that if they’d lose, they’d lose many friends and family. They didn’t want to live in a society were muggle-borns would be killed or had to go into hiding. They didn’t want to live in a society filled with darkness. They fought for light and goodness, because they knew that living without love isn’t living at all.