Sophie Is A Geek
Dec. 23rd, 2007 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The first round of Hogsmeade results are up, and my eulogy for Tonks placed second! I got points! Anyway, I knocked it up 20 minutes before the deadline, and it's painfully cheesy to read, but I may as well post it. Because I hate you all and want you to share in my pain.
It's from Andromeda's POV, just so you know.
It’s a strange feeling, when your daughter rejects the name you chose for her. When she rails against it on a daily basis, it stings a little bit. It’s almost as if she’s disowning you. It’s as if she’s disowning herself. But then, my Nymphadora spent her whole life reinventing who she was, consciously and unconsciously. And then, just as she had found the person that she wanted to be, she was taken from us. It seems so cruel.
I think it was always hard for Nymphadora. Harder than she ever told us, anyway. It must have been so exhausting, trying to establish an identity for herself, when there was so much about her that didn‘t really fit. She was the girl whose appearance was in constant flux; she was descended from one of the most ancient pure-blood families, and from a Muggle-born; she was the Auror who made loud noises and tripped over a lot. And yet, while she was trying to reconcile these aspects of who she was, everyone who knew her saw something that was utterly, indefinably Tonks. She just never seemed to realise.
And then she fell in love. With a werewolf. It would be a lie to say that her father and I were thrilled, but, barring the odd abandonment crisis, we came to see how fiercely she and Remus loved each other, how well they complemented each other. Where he was restrained, she was open to a fault. He steadied her, and she brought light back into his world. For the first time in her life, he made her feel as if she had a place in the world. When Remus called her ‘Dora’, she didn’t complain. And the two of them, together, gave me my perfect grandson, Teddy, who will always know how much they loved him.
It was love that sent Nymphadora to Hogwarts on the night that she and Remus were killed. Love for her husband, that would not allow her simply to stand and watch while he fought; love for her son, that spurred her to fight for a better world for him. She could have stayed at home. She didn’t. So now I say goodbye to my beautiful, brave daughter, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. She was a wife, and a mother. She was an Auror, and a warrior. She was a lover, and she was loved.
Ugh, that wasn't a eulogy, that was me wanking on and on and IT'S ALL ABOUT REMUS, REALLY. I suck :)
It's from Andromeda's POV, just so you know.
It’s a strange feeling, when your daughter rejects the name you chose for her. When she rails against it on a daily basis, it stings a little bit. It’s almost as if she’s disowning you. It’s as if she’s disowning herself. But then, my Nymphadora spent her whole life reinventing who she was, consciously and unconsciously. And then, just as she had found the person that she wanted to be, she was taken from us. It seems so cruel.
I think it was always hard for Nymphadora. Harder than she ever told us, anyway. It must have been so exhausting, trying to establish an identity for herself, when there was so much about her that didn‘t really fit. She was the girl whose appearance was in constant flux; she was descended from one of the most ancient pure-blood families, and from a Muggle-born; she was the Auror who made loud noises and tripped over a lot. And yet, while she was trying to reconcile these aspects of who she was, everyone who knew her saw something that was utterly, indefinably Tonks. She just never seemed to realise.
And then she fell in love. With a werewolf. It would be a lie to say that her father and I were thrilled, but, barring the odd abandonment crisis, we came to see how fiercely she and Remus loved each other, how well they complemented each other. Where he was restrained, she was open to a fault. He steadied her, and she brought light back into his world. For the first time in her life, he made her feel as if she had a place in the world. When Remus called her ‘Dora’, she didn’t complain. And the two of them, together, gave me my perfect grandson, Teddy, who will always know how much they loved him.
It was love that sent Nymphadora to Hogwarts on the night that she and Remus were killed. Love for her husband, that would not allow her simply to stand and watch while he fought; love for her son, that spurred her to fight for a better world for him. She could have stayed at home. She didn’t. So now I say goodbye to my beautiful, brave daughter, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. She was a wife, and a mother. She was an Auror, and a warrior. She was a lover, and she was loved.
Ugh, that wasn't a eulogy, that was me wanking on and on and IT'S ALL ABOUT REMUS, REALLY. I suck :)
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Date: 2007-12-23 07:54 pm (UTC)LOL.
I like it. I don't think it's sooo completely cheesy ^-^
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Date: 2007-12-23 07:58 pm (UTC)I'm usually a little averse to first-person fics, but I really like this. :)
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Date: 2007-12-23 08:08 pm (UTC)IT'S ALL ABOUT REMUS, REALLY.--------AND SO IT SHOULD BE :D
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Date: 2007-12-23 09:31 pm (UTC)It is nowhere near as bad, for example, as the Guy/Marian Christmas ficlet I just wrote for
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Date: 2007-12-23 11:31 pm (UTC)Just that- My Nymphadora.
I love how you play with the concept of Tonks reinventing herself. Physically she could (I hate this PAST TENSE business! JK! What have you DONE?!) take on any form she wished but the way that Andromeda is referring to this is of course deeper. Being able to shift her appearance was part and parcel of what her daughter was but trying to figure out who she as and what she wanted was who her daughter was. And she was so young- they always are- over to Theoden: "The young perish and the old linger, withering". Unless you're Dumbledore. Or Gandalf- persay. Lot of fan wank going on in this review, Wifey :D
Sophie needs to write more about our little Lupin.
That was lovely, my dear. I'm sure that post-Christmas at least half of us should own OotP. It is time... Once upon a time there was another Harry in our world and his surname wasn't Lloyd xXx