I had to sit by Quirell again. He was stuttering about something but I had tuned him out.
Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes on me and I looked past Quirell's absurd turban.
That's when I saw them, her eyes. Lily's eyes were looking back at me. They bore right through me seemingly into my soul just like I remembered.
A hand flew past them and clutched his forehead. I took in the boy's face and instantly recognized James Potter. I felt my face twist into a frown.
So, this was the famous Harry Potter. He was small and scrawny, but his eyes. They were just like Lily's. He was in Gryffindor, just like her. Pain clenched my heart making it hard for me to breathe as I remembered her, her kindness, her beauty, and her gentle nature.
Remembering Lily also forced me to remember my mistake, the mistake that changed everything forever. That one little word changed my life, possibly wizard kind forever.
The boy was the reason she was dead, I though bitterly. Him and that damn good-for-nothing husband of hers. I felt the hare I had always felt for James swell up in my stomach. Everyone had worshipped him and they had expected me to after Potter 'saved' my life. The only thing Potter really saved was his own neck because he would have been expelled and Mommy and Daddy wouldn't have liked that.
I felt sick and looked away. No matter how much I loved Lily that boy would never be anymore than the only proof left of her relationship with James Potter. Proof of what one little word could do.