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I'm a lesbian.

That's what Parvati's note said as she folded it neatly and left it on the kitchen counter, as she knew that was where her mother would find it the easiest. She took a deep breath and then locked herself into her bedroom to wait until her mother arrived from the grocery store. She was alone in the house; Padma was out with her friends and their father was working. All she could do was wait.

It didn't take long for the door to click and a familiar humming to enter the Patil household. Parvati squeezed her purple blanket closer to her chest. She could hear her mother setting down the groceries and placing them into the correct places with simply a flick of her wand. Suddenly all noise stopped. Parvati felt like her heart would jump into her throat. 

"Parvati?" she heard her mother calling her name and walking up to her door. She knocked. 

"Go away," she mumbled. 

"Don't you want to talk to me?" her mother asked from the other side of the door. Parvati knew that she could easily use the Alohomora spell to enter her room but appreciated that she respected her privacy.

"I'm frightened." Parvati explained and swallowed heavily. 

"Why are you frightened? Please open the door." 

Parvati got up hesitantly and opened the door. Her mother stepped in with the note in her hand.

Mrs. Prisha Patil was a short, plump woman with a thick Indian accent. She spent all her days in the kitchen, cooking for her family of four, because cooking was what she loved most in the world — after her children, of course. Occasionally she liked to relax with a good book. Technically there was nothing about her that could make her frightening, except maybe her past as a skilled dueller, but Parvati was terrified. 

Prisha sat next to Parvati on the bed and gazed at her without saying a word. Parvati felt like she was going to pass out.

"Why do you fret, Parvati?" Prisha asked. Parvati looked down at the note in Prisha's hands. She followed her daughter's eyes.

"Your note, what about it?"

"You know what it says." 

"Yes, I do. Is that what scares you?" 

Parvati sighed, "Yes… and no. What really scares me, is how you'll react."

Prisha was not surprised at the information her daughter presented her with. She had read the newspapers and spoken with her own friends and neighbours. With the current crises of the world it was reasonable for a closeted child to fear their parents' reaction.

"You're a lesbian," Prisha said, "That means you only like girls, right?"

Parvati smiled a little, "Yeah."

Prisha took her hand, "You know, Parvati, when I was young, it wasn't as normal and accepted to be a lesbian as it is now. My parents and grandparents would've frowned upon me, maybe even disowned me if I brought a woman home and claimed that I'd spend my life with her." 

Parvati's heart felt colder by the second. She had no idea where Prisha was going with her story. Just then Prisha put her hand under Parvati's chin and looked into her eyes.

"But I am not my parents or my grandparents. You're my child and I couldn't possibly wish ill will on you for loving who you love."

Parvati teared up immediately, "Mum…" 

"You don't have to be afraid anymore, my baby." 

Parvati threw her arms around Prisha and cried; no, it was more like hysteric sobbing. She felt like she had been holding her breath since she was 13 and she could finally exhale. Prisha rubbed her back comfortingly.

"You're really okay with it?" Parvati asked shakily as she pulled back from Prisha's arms.

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm okay with it. I'm happy that you felt that you could tell me. Does Padma know?"

"Yeah, but dad doesn't. I don't think I'm ready yet."

Prisha kissed Parvati's temple, "That's fine. Whenever you're ready, he will be here," then she smirked, "So tell me, is there a special girl in your life?"

Parvati blushed as she recalled heated kisses with Lavender in the Gryffindor dormitory, "Actually, there is someone…" 

Prisha settled comfortably on her daughter's bed and felt her heart expand at the sight of her smiling. She prayed Parvati would smile like that for the rest of her life.