Lily sniffed, trying to get a hold of herself. She supposed it was better than being dead, forever, but she wasn't quite at the place where she could say she was okay with it. "James," she said, with a bubbling fury that had been building in the pit of her stomach ever since Harry had told her. "They gave him to Petunia, James. My sister and that... that... walrus man raised him. You know how much they hate us! I'm surprised he's still standing."