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Mudblood.

He called me mudblood. I felt the tears well my in eyes again. I won't cry for him, not again. Ever. I thought to myself. This was it; this was the end of our friendship. I will never talk to Severus Snape again. I had propped myself up against the pillar of the entrance to school. Hogwarts. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have known anything about this wonderful world. I know I'm not stupid. I know that I'm regarded as an outcast in this world, but for him of all people to say –

"Lily?" whispered James, as he interrupted my thought. I tried to wipe away the tears that were uncontrollably pouring from my eyes as I turned around. I was never going to cry for Snape again and I was never going so seem weak in front of Potter.

"What do you want James?" I blurted out. I regretted the words at once, it wasn't I was mad at.

"Are you okay?"

"I absolutely fine, Potter. Anything else?" The words were weak.

"It's just… Snape… and you crying… mudblood." He couldn't speak. Something had finally rendered James Potter speechless. I just hated that it was this. I looked up at him, he was trembling with anger.

"Your point?"

"Are you okay?" James said the words so sincerely that I was taken aback. He wanted to know if I was okay. After the foul words that seeped from Severus's mouth like acid, he actually cared about how I reacted to them.

"Why do you care Potter?" I felt the tears well up in my eyes again.

"Lily, please, I could just kill him for that…"

"And what, become as terrible as HIM?"

"Lily, just…"

"Potter…" I was pleading as the tears streamed down my cheeks. I tried to compose myself. "Potter, please just go."

"Lily." He extended his arms and slowly walked over to me, caution on his face.

He wrapped his arms around me. It felt safe, warm. It was nice. Was this seriously happening? James Potter comforting me. After everything snide comment, bickering and heated arguments, this was the only good thing to come from the 5 years of knowing James.

"Come one Evans." James led me, up to the Gryffindor tower. When they got there, the tower was completely deserted. It was a beautiful summer's day, one that I would normally spend outside reading or studying with S –

I stopped that thought in its tracks. I wouldn't even think of him again. The tower was most probably empty due to the quidditch match, later on that evening between Gryffindor and Slytherin. So, why was James here with me then?

"James, why are you here?" I asked the question with caution, not wanting to offend him. This felt strange, as I always wanted to cause Potter offence. His eyes widened.

"You called me James." He smiled. "Well… huh? What do you mean?" He seemed genuinely confused.

"You have a quidditch match later. Aren't you supposed to be off, practising, making sure your broom isn't cursed or chatting up all of the girls, or something?"

"Jealous are we?" His usual cocky grin appearing on his face. I was honestly shocked.

"I thought... I thought that you… I can't believe…" Angered welled up inside of me. It could have burst my sides apart. I honestly don't think that I've ever been this angry.

"Evans, are you okay?" James said his voice just above a whisper. "Lily…"

"You're just so pathetic and arrogant and big headed as ever aren't you. Here I am thinking that you've actually grown up, matured but NO! I thought you could actually care. You have to ruin everything, you're always mean to me, your never nice EVER, always mean to my friends – "

"Mean to your friends, if you're referring to Snape…" he spoke the words with great disgust. "Then why should I be nice when he calls you a mudblood?"

"He wouldn't have called me a mudblood if you didn't hang him in mid-air and constantly bully him!"

"You're blaming this on me?"

"YES YOU!" I was yelling at the top of my lungs, I had no idea where this anger or strength had come from, but it was building and I knew that I had to let it out. "You constantly bullied Sev, he was my friend, and if you actually cared about me at all, then you would have respected that, but you don't care do you. Mr James Potter doesn't give a damn about anything, making everyone else's life a living hell!"

My chest was moving rapidly as I struggled for air after my very loud and angered monologue. I just stared at Potter, his eyes wide, with what seemed like admiration. He seemed to be rendered speechless. At the very awkward silence, I glanced around the common room to notice that we was no longer alone and that Lupin, was standing at the portrait entrance, looking bewildered, clearly not wanting to interrupt anymore.

"Did you know that anger is a passionate emotion Evans?" He spoke so clearly and so James like that I fight the urge to pick up my book bag and throw it at him.

"I take that as an apology in typical potter fashion, well done James; you really know how to ruin everything." I throw Remus an apologetic look before leaving. I hated him, the only one of his ridiculous gang I actually liked, seeing us argue, he must have felt awkward. I shot Potter a look, that death should run from and made my way up to the girl's dormitories, wanting to never see Potters smug face again.