Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-29 13:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, lily evans |
RP: This was beyond ridiculous
Characters: Lily
Time/Date: after this (later afternoon)
Location: Kitchen table
Warnings/Rating: Shocked Lily
Summary: Lily doesn't know what to make of what she's hearing
Status: Closed
Lily thought she was over whatever their little tricks were going to do. She'd heard the conversation where Severus was mocking and threatening her son. She'd been ... upset, yes, but she knew that was the point. They wanted her upset. So she didn't react. She didn't mention it. Not to Jaime when she saw her. Not to Tyler when he gave her that pointed 'I'm not going to ask but I want you to tell me' look. She let it go.
This though ... this, when she could still see James' dead face burned into her memory. This, knowing ... knowing what? What did she know, exactly? She knew Severus had relayed a prophecy to his Lord. She knew that had set Voldemort on her tail. Wasn't that enough? He'd been the reason she'd been killed. Not directly perhaps. Not deliberately. But because of him ...
Lily gazed down at her device, rolling the ball so the link was highlighted. She clicked it again. Listened again. She could forgive him, perhaps, for not knowing it meant her. But if it hadn't been her, it would have been someone else. Some other mother. Alice, perhaps, or Molly. Or Cas, or Mary. It could have been one of her friends, if not her.
It contrasted with the man she knew now, here, though. Severus here didn't ... act like a Death Eater. He couldn't be one. Not if Harry, her son, was naming his sons after him. There were so many gaps in the middle, so many blanks she needed filled in before she could try to make sense of any of this. Still, hearing the conversation ... it made her ill. She agreed with Dumbledore; couldn't Severus have guessed it would have been the same as killing her, if she'd lost her son, her husband? She loved James, and she loved the Harry she knew here. She would have loved him as an infant. Had loved him, clearly. Loved him enough to die for him.
She laughed suddenly. Was that it? Was that why she'd been given a choice? Was that the reason? Severus had begged for her life and thought Voldemort wouldn't have killed her anyway?
Lily pushed the device aside, watching as the screen went blank as the device went into the standby mode. She braced her elbows on the table, staring down at the surface of it as she held her head in her hands. They'd nearly broken Jaime, she realized. Were they just hammering on her now? "I'm stronger than you," she whispered. "You can't break me." They could bend her, perhaps. Trip her. But she wouldn't break. Not for them. Not for this.