"It wasn't like that," Lily said, sitting for a moment, looking at the floor. "My grandfather came back from the dead, on the Quidditch pitch. He grabbed me and flew off. Thought I was his Lily. I disarmed him. Dad said I should have done more, but later he was glad I hadn't." She wiped a strand of hair off her forehead, then got to her feet.
Push away the emotions? Lily stood silently, looking at her wand on the floor, then bent to pick it up. "Because my father was wrong," she said softly. "And my brother's stupid. And I don't care what he says. It can't hurt me." She clasped her wand in both hands again, then turned back to Bellatrix. "I want to try again."