There have still been those who want it to not apply to them. Those secure in their heritage or position, those who weren't old enough the last time to understand what this means; and it's been a long time.
It's easy to overlook (or work hard to not remember) that it wasn't 'You-Know-Who' because it was the name that was most dangerous. It's easy to forget (or work desperately to overlook) that while fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself there was plenty to fear in the first place.
Remus paces in the darkness of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, listening to the hushed murmur of the radio and hearing the death toll steadily rising in between the soothing notes of classical pieces. An Order member or two, striding through to check in on their way somewhere more important, have switched it off but it's always back on a moment or two after they've left. Someone has to keep track.
On the kitchen table there's a list of names; most of them are neatly ticked as they've floo'd or called in or sent owls (this last always with a carefully drawn question mark in brackets, just to be sure), one or two with a precise line through. He knows all of the names, remembers the faces that go with them and somehow that makes it important that this is his task. No matter what Order members have insinuated in the past, they cannot afford to 'babysit the werewolf' - this is something that must be done.
She - Araminta Worley, barely out of Ravenclaw - Remus doubts she'll make those sorts of insinuations again, hold herself apart at Order meetings and murmur comments just on the edge of hearing. Not after this morning, after collapsing into his arms and sobbing into his threadbare robes over her father.
Voldemort has been fighting for months, now, but there was always still a safe way to think about it, for those that would. A way to pretend that it was just a madman, that it didn't -
There have still been those who want it to not apply to them.
But it's not about curses or species or names, any more. After today it's not a Ministry matter or something that just concerns the Muggle-born.
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Date: 2006-06-23 11:01 am (UTC)It's easy to overlook (or work hard to not remember) that it wasn't 'You-Know-Who' because it was the name that was most dangerous. It's easy to forget (or work desperately to overlook) that while fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself there was plenty to fear in the first place.
Remus paces in the darkness of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, listening to the hushed murmur of the radio and hearing the death toll steadily rising in between the soothing notes of classical pieces. An Order member or two, striding through to check in on their way somewhere more important, have switched it off but it's always back on a moment or two after they've left. Someone has to keep track.
On the kitchen table there's a list of names; most of them are neatly ticked as they've floo'd or called in or sent owls (this last always with a carefully drawn question mark in brackets, just to be sure), one or two with a precise line through. He knows all of the names, remembers the faces that go with them and somehow that makes it important that this is his task. No matter what Order members have insinuated in the past, they cannot afford to 'babysit the werewolf' - this is something that must be done.
She - Araminta Worley, barely out of Ravenclaw - Remus doubts she'll make those sorts of insinuations again, hold herself apart at Order meetings and murmur comments just on the edge of hearing. Not after this morning, after collapsing into his arms and sobbing into his threadbare robes over her father.
Voldemort has been fighting for months, now, but there was always still a safe way to think about it, for those that would. A way to pretend that it was just a madman, that it didn't -
There have still been those who want it to not apply to them.
But it's not about curses or species or names, any more. After today it's not a Ministry matter or something that just concerns the Muggle-born.
It's about Us fighting against Them.