Friday, 25 October 2019

Friday Fics Fix - HP Halloween: The Ones Who Won't Grow Old



Warning: this post talks about war and related trauma


'Even in the summer, it was cold here. Once, Ginny had been used to it, spending most of the year here, but now it was more of a distant memory.'



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This is the last week of HP Halloween!

Yes, November is fast-approaching, which means our month-long Harry Potter fanfiction fest is over.





You can catch up on the rest of this month's posts here:





This week's fic? Ah, this one's gonna getcha in the feels 😎😈

(Fangirling notes: the feels = indescribable and intense, usually fandom-related, emotions)



Ginny Weasley looking sad
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This one is... well, it's a little different.

We have an older Ginny, ruminating as she visits the grave of Colin Creevey.

Don't remember Colin Creevey? The kid with the camera from book/film 2.

He was Ginny's age and variously found in her general circle while Harry was running around being The Chosen One.




This is a well-written fic that looks at grief, not when it's fresh, but decades on.

(You know I love a well-written fic!)

And... I just love it.




Because if you think about it, that whole generation of kids in Harry Potter has some scars - it's a little like countries that were heavily affected by WW1. 

Of course there's no actual comparison between the millions who died in WW1 and the perhaps tens or hundreds of fictional characters who perished in the wizarding war, but I'm making a metaphorical analogy whoseamacwhatsit.




Ginny and Molly Weasley sitting with their heads together
Via Giphy




What I mean is this: everyone was affected.

Everyone knew someone who'd died. Everyone either fought or knew someone who did.

It was a massive socio-cultural shockwave through an entire generation, spearing out in a spider-web crack to catch other generations in its impact zone.

(Am I making sense, here?! Tell me in the comments! 🙈)




So what happens when those shockwave-kids are 50 years old? 60 years old? 70?

Does the pain go away?

Well, maybe for some of them it does.

For others? Well if you've seen old TV interviews with WW1 veterans, I think you'll know that it doesn't. It might be muted, but it doesn't go away. Not entirely.





This careful and considered exploration, then, of a generation of dead, is:

i care that we didn't grow old together by politicalmedievalistnerd




How hard do you think it would've been for the kids from Harry Potter to carry their experiences through their lives?
Do you remember Colin Creevey?
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6 comments:

  1. This post totally makes sense, Cee! I would imagine it would’ve been very hard for the kids in Harry Potter to forget the battle of hogwarts. Think about how Harry basically had PTSD all those years after his parents died!

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    1. Thanks! I was writing this post at the end of a long day (not exactly an uncommon thing!) and I was like... I have no idea whether this is even in 'correct' English!

      You're right! I hadn't thought of that before, but the flashbacks etc. are similar! And it's 100% possible to have PTSD from an event you were too young to remember.

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  2. Such an interesting thought. I never really considered how the events of the HP books would affect the characters years later! Thanks for sharing this fan fic---I read and enjoyed it!

    Nicole @ Feed Your Fiction Addiction

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    1. I'm so glad you read & enjoyed! And thanks for letting me know, sometimes I wonder whether anyone's reading the fics I'm recommending! XD

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  3. Such an interesting post!! 😊 such an interesting angle. Thank you for sharing your thoughts x
    Lauren | www.bournemouthgirl.com

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