"When exactly should I make this choice? In ten years from now? A little too late for that," he said, smiling, but then he snorted. "There's nothing to figure out. Some things can't be changed by anyone, not even you."
He rested his arms on his desk and looked at his father with a frown. "Are you really that delusional, Dad? Or just blindly optimistic. You have a bloody holiday for your birthday. No one is ever going to forget it. Ever."
James shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe this is the boy who calls himself Lord Voldemort and Lily is too common and it insults his sensibility to have someone with a Mudblood's name in his ranks." He sighed. "Dad, I know you want to believe that she's not doing it out of her own free will, and I hope you're right, but you need to consider the alternative, because if you ever face her again and hesitate... Stephen might not be able to help this time."