lily (evansagain) wrote in 99deatheaters, |
Concern colored Lily's face as Severus mentioned the strain he endured from his work with Voldemort. Though it was through his own choice, and there was a part of Lily that figured Severus had to lie in the bed she made, she could not help but feel some sympathy. She liked to think she understood Severus, or at least that she had understood him once. She refused to believe that he could be so carelessly and callously content with his current position, regardless of how he truly felt about it.
When he pressed forward and revealed that he was being held personally accountable for the death of Remus Lupin, Lily's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't help it, and her mouth hung slightly open in sheer shock and horror. "No," she breathed, but she knew Severus would not make up such a story. The incredulous, soft no soon reverberated into a stronger, more defensive "No," a second time. "You can't," she blustered, "he...he has done nothing to deserve death." Lily was on her feet swiftly, jostling Harry onto a hip, who looked around in curiosity and slight fear as if he sensed the sudden surge in his mother's adrenaline. "What will you do?" she asked. Would he kill Remus? Would he risk the backlash of not killing Remus? Strings of her heart alternated between pulling for Severus and pulling for Remus. She had to warn Remus, naturally, but doing so would endanger Severus, yet she couldn't just let Severus kill Remus.
Rock, meet Hard Place.