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Entry tags:
Harry Potter/The Chronicles of Narnia (G)
Title: The Made-Up Things by K. M. Petravich
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaos_pockets
Author Website: Mirkat [dot] Net
Why this must be read:
The premise of this fic is so simple and yet so elegant that it sucks the reader in immediately. Anyone who has read all seven books of The Chronicles of Narnia knows what happened to Susan. But what did she do afterward?
K. M. Petravich proposes that Susan grew up, married, and had two little girls. She loved them and told them stories. Later, her daughter Lily would come to understand her mother in a very unique way. And so would Petunia, in her own way.
The language of this short fic is sparse, but it seems all the more descriptive for it. The story is almost stronger and more meaningful for what it does not say than for what it does. I expect many people in HP fandom have read this story, but for those who have not, I highly recommend it.
* * *
Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in any case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important then the real ones.
-Puddleglum the Marshwiggle
When Petunia was a child, her mother would tell her stories of fairy countries. Except they weren't like Neverland or Oz, because in these stories, people--or animals, sometimes--died. And even though sometimes some came back, others didn't.
Petunia's mother sometimes cried during these stories. Not like Lily cried--Petunia, of course, was a big girl, and never cried herself, except maybe a little when she fell, but not any other time--but where her eyes became shiny.
Petunia didn't understand why her mother cried.
It was just a story. Mother even said so.
Mother said that a lot.
The Made-Up Things
Pairing: Gen
Length: 1,500 words
Author on LJ:
chaos_pocketsAuthor Website: Mirkat [dot] Net
Why this must be read:
The premise of this fic is so simple and yet so elegant that it sucks the reader in immediately. Anyone who has read all seven books of The Chronicles of Narnia knows what happened to Susan. But what did she do afterward?
K. M. Petravich proposes that Susan grew up, married, and had two little girls. She loved them and told them stories. Later, her daughter Lily would come to understand her mother in a very unique way. And so would Petunia, in her own way.
The language of this short fic is sparse, but it seems all the more descriptive for it. The story is almost stronger and more meaningful for what it does not say than for what it does. I expect many people in HP fandom have read this story, but for those who have not, I highly recommend it.
* * *
Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in any case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important then the real ones.
-Puddleglum the Marshwiggle
When Petunia was a child, her mother would tell her stories of fairy countries. Except they weren't like Neverland or Oz, because in these stories, people--or animals, sometimes--died. And even though sometimes some came back, others didn't.
Petunia's mother sometimes cried during these stories. Not like Lily cried--Petunia, of course, was a big girl, and never cried herself, except maybe a little when she fell, but not any other time--but where her eyes became shiny.
Petunia didn't understand why her mother cried.
It was just a story. Mother even said so.
Mother said that a lot.
The Made-Up Things