psocoptera

Because of the sniper in Maryland, my
children were afraid to go to school.
"It's just like in Harry Potter," I
told them, "Before Voldemort fell.
People were afraid but they kept on
with their daily lives. We can, too."

I don't think this is actually true, that James
kissed Harry and was in at the bank on time
(or the Ministry or whatever).
I picture them cooped up in the Welsh cottage
snapping at each other,
the diaper bin in the corner taking over the room
with its overflow, and Lily too afraid her wand would be detected
to cast an odor-dispelling charm.

"Voldemort killed Harry's parents," my
children point out, and cling to me even harder.
So maybe it was a bad comparison;
we don't even live in Maryland, and also
there's no magical baby whose forehead
will reflect a bullet.a