Dissipate, by Pogrebin (PG)

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Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: pogrebin
Author’s Website: None
Why this must be read:

I love Pogrebin’s fics for their *depth*--the stories can be sparse, but they are never, ever *simple.* So too do I appreciate how the magic of other places and peoples are addressed, because of course not all magic is the kind taught at Hogwarts: spells and wands, moving photos and living chocolate frogs. There is wonder and magic in this story, as Padma and Parvati discover their heritage, and make their own choices.

Aunty fixes her with cold black eyes, the red swipe of kum-kum at her forehead giving her the look, Padma thinks, of an ancient warrior. "Magic is not a plaything, like they teach you at that school. It is life." She drops her broom and places her right hand on Padma's chest and Padma feels it flowing between them, magic, magic, no far too weak a word for it. Jadu? No. Jeevan, slashes of Hindi burn themselves onto her eyes, jeevan, life, a thrumming from the depths of the jungle, deeper still until the trees are so dense that the leaves themselves become part of the darkness, rustling and palpable and reaching out with aching limbs.

Dissipate