[ her heart warms at his words and she feels a sort of bond over what he's saying - wanting to change the past for other people. if she could she would do that, she thinks, if she didn't know what effect it would have on the world and how awfully it would change everything. she would save sirius, remus, james and lily, she would protect professor snape and professor dumbledore, she would make it so no one had to die to keep the world safe. she would make it so her best friend lived a life of happiness instead of one overshadowed by destiny and pain at the hands of people that were supposed to be his family. but, still, she knows that it's impossible. the world isn't meant to be changed, not so literally, and while she can work on making the future better she knows that attempting to go back and change the past would be a foolish mistake, something that she, admittedly, had learned from, having done it once.
that was different, predestined, professor dumbledore had guided her. it didn't make it entirely right, though, and no matter how her heart called for her to try and fix things she knew that it wasn't something she could do. she couldn't ruin their bright futures by meddling in a past that they had experienced and learned from. it was cruel.
but, of course, she has no idea about his future, no idea about the death that's around the corner for him - or has already happened - and all she can do is continue to speak to him with the little background knowledge she has on his life and his world. if her words make a difference, then -- good. good. she could feel proud of that. ]
I understand completely. I... I often thought, what if I went back? What if I went back and saved my best friend's parents, protected them from the death that was their doorstep? But... It's not right. It would change everything and I might not even have a best friend when I came back home. I might be a different person, an ugly one, one I didn't like, and the world wouldn't have learned from the things that my present had. We wouldn't develop and get stronger, and that's a risk no one should be allowed to take. [ she winces as the word almost slips out of his mouth before she shakes her head, leans back, settles against her chair. she almost wants to curl in around herself, the topic of conversation heavy on her heart and her mind. ]
Is it different? I'm fighting against people's expectations of me just as you are. You can't tell me that people see who your father is and don't expect you to act in a particular way, or to express particular beliefs. People see me, a muggleborn, and expect me to be weaker or quieter and I am not because I know, I know, that I am better than they think I am. I'm muggleborn and proud of it, no matter what the world wants to think of it.
[ she shakes her head, leaning forward, forcing her lips into a soft, tender little smile. ]
You know you're not a son of anyone to me, right? You're right, you're not just one person. I honestly wouldn't care if you weren't the child of anyone special. You should be judged on who you are and the choices you make, the things you feel and your actions and regrets, not what blood runs through your veins. To me you're not Luke Castellan, son of Hermes and part of your Greek camp. You're just Luke, my new friend, someone who is going to get terribly bored with all my lectures and scolding.
[ she smiles a little wider. ]
You're you, and that's all you should try to be. Don't let anyone else tell you differently, okay?
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that was different, predestined, professor dumbledore had guided her. it didn't make it entirely right, though, and no matter how her heart called for her to try and fix things she knew that it wasn't something she could do. she couldn't ruin their bright futures by meddling in a past that they had experienced and learned from. it was cruel.
but, of course, she has no idea about his future, no idea about the death that's around the corner for him - or has already happened - and all she can do is continue to speak to him with the little background knowledge she has on his life and his world. if her words make a difference, then -- good. good. she could feel proud of that. ]
I understand completely. I... I often thought, what if I went back? What if I went back and saved my best friend's parents, protected them from the death that was their doorstep? But... It's not right. It would change everything and I might not even have a best friend when I came back home. I might be a different person, an ugly one, one I didn't like, and the world wouldn't have learned from the things that my present had. We wouldn't develop and get stronger, and that's a risk no one should be allowed to take. [ she winces as the word almost slips out of his mouth before she shakes her head, leans back, settles against her chair. she almost wants to curl in around herself, the topic of conversation heavy on her heart and her mind. ]
Is it different? I'm fighting against people's expectations of me just as you are. You can't tell me that people see who your father is and don't expect you to act in a particular way, or to express particular beliefs. People see me, a muggleborn, and expect me to be weaker or quieter and I am not because I know, I know, that I am better than they think I am. I'm muggleborn and proud of it, no matter what the world wants to think of it.
[ she shakes her head, leaning forward, forcing her lips into a soft, tender little smile. ]
You know you're not a son of anyone to me, right? You're right, you're not just one person. I honestly wouldn't care if you weren't the child of anyone special. You should be judged on who you are and the choices you make, the things you feel and your actions and regrets, not what blood runs through your veins. To me you're not Luke Castellan, son of Hermes and part of your Greek camp. You're just Luke, my new friend, someone who is going to get terribly bored with all my lectures and scolding.
[ she smiles a little wider. ]
You're you, and that's all you should try to be. Don't let anyone else tell you differently, okay?