Momma I'm Coming Home (Parvati)

[surya diana macmillan]

*crack*

The loud snap of someone arriving via a small pop of magic echoed into the mostly quiet street outside of 10A North Street. A long dark double braided haired woman stood at the other end of the noise, she had soft dark colored eyes that were edged in what looked heavy with sadness. She had two bags and bundled on her chest was a babbling bright eyed one year old little girl. Surya MacMillan...no longer hiding behind the name Patil or married to the name Thundercloud....Surya MacMillan had returned home.

Three long years had passed and in that time all she had done was run, she buried herself into her career into a failed marriage...she thought Reya would have dampened the pain of loss, only it had made the paranoia of loss greater. Harland had left her to do everything on her own, he had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with them ever. He resigned from teaching and last she had heard moved to Canada with a new heart to destroy.

Surya was scared.

Scared of failing Reya like she had failed to save her sister...how she ran from a grieving Mother, who she did love truly but what use would she have been? Wouldn't she have been a constant reminder of Shreya? What did she do?

Again Surya wasn't sure but every fiber of her being had urged her to go home, she needed her Mum and they needed try and being to heal. Kissing Reya, Surya forced her old worn Converse covered feet to move toward the door. A second thought caused her to bite her bottom lip...but she knocked.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

May 2029

The experience of losing Shreya had been bad enough, but not knowing for a time whether or not her surviving daughter was alive had made grieving even more complicated for Parvati. Surya had a right to leave; she was an adult, but it was impossible not to fear the worst. In a span of only a few years, being divorced, potentially childless, and without her pet cat and even more of the people she had come to know as friends made life hardly worth living. Eventually, she came to know through Ernie that Surya was alive and well, though the news was too overwhelming to think through what to do next. If Surya wanted to contact her, she told herself, she would. But any hope of that dwindled as time passed.

For her own sanity, Parvati had to put Surya in the back of her mind but still wondered about her. Being estranged from Surya was better than her being deceased. Often, she thought about sending a letter by owl post and seeing if it got her anywhere. If she was the one at fault for Surya's leaving—and she felt as though she must have been—then she didn't want to worsen her chances of regaining a relationship with her daughter.

Parvati did her best to make peace with the situation and potentially never having all the answers. She tried to put herself in Surya's shoes. Imagining losing Padma gave her some idea, but she'd had decades more with her twin than Surya would ever have with hers.

Life day to day moved on with the rebuilding of Hogwarts and then her resuming her positions as Head of Gryffindor House—one of the leaders of the reestablished school—and as the school counselor. Work, as usual, became a distraction from her problems, and was potentially the safer option in comparison to other vices.

Her flat in Hogsmeade was typically quiet, so the sound of a knock at the door came as a surprise. The state of the world had become peaceful again, at least, which meant that the noise wasn't as shocking as it could have been. Still, not expecting anyone, Parvati looked through the peephole before opening it.

Feeling as though her heart might stop, Parvati looked twice to feel sure that she wasn't hallucinating. Her hands trembled as she turned the lock and then the handle, and she wasn't sure that she could move quickly enough for her liking. Time felt slower than it should have, and once she managed to open the door as she'd intended, her vision was already blurry with tears.

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