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'I'm sorry.'
'I'm not interested.'
'I'm sorry!'
'Save your breath.'
It was night time. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
'I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.'
'I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just -'

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

'I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just -'

'Slipped out?' Lily knew there was no pity in her voice. 'It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious Death Eater friends -' Snape chewed his lip. '- you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?'

He opened his mouth, a painful expression on his face, but closed it without speaking. Lily knew she was cracking inside, but she would never show it. She was torn between her better judgement, and her hopes of clinging to a severed friendship. Still, seeing Severus like this felt like a knife to the gut.

'I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine.'
'No – listen, I didn't mean –'
'- to call me Mudblood?' Lily couldn't believe his nerve. 'But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?'

He struggled on the verge of speech, but with what she hoped was a contemptuous look, Lily turned and climbed back through the portrait hole.
The tear came in an unstoppable flow, free falling down her face, as the dreaded word rang in her head. Mudblood.
Lily inhaled sharply as she blindly hit a person coming the opposite way.
'Evans.'
James Potter's bright hazel eyes showed only slightly softened arrogance.
'Potter,' Lily said in a low voice, pushing her way past the ignorant excuse for a human being.
He caught her arm. 'Lily wait –'
'Let go of me!' she spat fiercely.

Boys just don't get it. Couldn't he see that this was all his fault? She clung to this thought, ignoring the tiny part of her knew this was unfair. She wouldn't blame Severus. Otherwise her grief of losing such a close friend might just overwhelm her.

'You just don't get it do you?' Lily said, her tone of voice the one that was specially reserved for prats like him. 'This never would've happened if it wasn't for you!'

His brow furrowed in confusion, and Lily took the opportunity to wriggle her wrist out of his grasp, heading up the staircase to the girls dormitories, where she knew he couldn't follow.

She was greeted by Alice Prewett, Mary McDonald, Elizabeth Spendlove (but if you called her anything other than Lizzie or Liz, you were to expect the world's best Bat-Bogey Hex), and Holly Boyce. Her four best friends in the world. Alice was the kindest, and most gentle of the four, always keeping the peace. Mary was... just hungry. She had a bit of an obsession with food. Lizzie was the queen of humor, and somehow always seemed to lighten the mood. Holly was a sassy chick, and extremely pretty, with jet black hair and striking blue eyes. She was the eye of all the boys, but had eyes for only particular boy. Only four now. Lily refused to think about the previous fifth. The girls were in a clear argument when Lily walked in, but they stopped talking immediately when they saw Lily's tear streaked face.

'Lils,' Alice breathed, her eyes wide and sympathetic.
'Oh, what happened?' Mary said in equal tones.

'He called... he...' Lily crumpled onto her bed.

All four girls rushed to their miserable friend. Alice cradled Lily's shaking body in her arms, whispering soothingly into her hair.

'Lils-' Lizzie began.
'Liz, you have a milk mustache,' Holly hissed out of the corner of her mouth, her vibrant blue eyes bright and watchful.

Lily let out a dry laugh as Lizzie furiously wiped her mouth. These things made Lily glad her friends were here with her now. She didn't know what she'd do without them.

'Lily, spill,' Holly said, in a way only Holly could achieve.

Lily gave a small hiccup and started to tell the girls what had happened.
When she finished, her friends let out a stream of insults to both Snape and Potter. Well, actually, Holly just talked about how she was going to hook up with Sirius while braiding her shiny black hair. Lizzie watched mournfully, clearly thinking about her supposedly clique (to use Liz's words) brown hair.

'Well,' Alice said finally. 'I'm not going to say that you shouldn't wallow in self pity, in fact, that's what any sane person would do-' Lily felt internally gratefully that Alice was here with her now. '-, but if we are to be wading in despair, we should at least do it my way ...'

James didn't understand. Why was Lily mad at him? It had been Snivellus who had called Lily that unforgivable word, not him. Maybe Lily had a point though. If James hadn't taunted Snape like that, maybe Snape would've never got to the point of calling Lily Mudblood. James rested his head in his hands. He could never do anything right anymore, and now Lily hated him more than ever.
'James?'
It was Remus. He walked in and sat down in the armchair opposite James, the common room firelight illuminating the planes of his face.
'What is it now, Moony?' James' voice came out harsher than he meant.
Remus flinched.
'I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that,' James said in a low voice.
Remus sighed. 'I know you didn't. I just wanted to give you this,' he held out a piece of toast like a peace offering. 'You haven't eaten anything.
James mumbled something about not being hungry, but took the toast anyway.

After a few halfhearted nibbles that did nothing for James' appetite, he looked up despairingly. 'Do you think it was my fault Snivellus called Lily Mudblood?'
Remus looked as if pondering the question, but then finally said, 'No, I don't, and I don't think Lily does either.'
James opened his mouth but Remus cut him off. 'No, James. She doesn't. Don't blame her for becoming a bit hot headed. She just lost a great friend.'

'Watch it Moony,' said Sirus, walking in through the portrait hole. 'I don't think Snivellus is a great anything.'
Remus kept his silence, and James' face broke into a weak grin. 'Where've you been?'
'Oh, no where,' he said, with an air of innocence that fooled no one. At the look Remus gave him he said, 'Oh fine. I may have met a very beautiful girl along a deserted third floor corridor. '

James grinned and called Sirius something that made Remus stamp on his foot. James' eyes watered. Sometimes Remus could be as violent as his wolf self. Not really.

'Watch it, Prongs. Old Prefect Lupin might just have to put you in detention,' said Sirius in a parental tone.

Remus sighed and James laughed.

A mouse-like boy came down the stairs from the boys dormitories looking anxious.

'James? I can't find my left bed sock,' he said, looking hopefully up at his idol.
'Wormy-' James began in an exasperated tone.
'He'd love to help!' said Sirius, while James glared at him.
'In fact, we'd all like to come, Peter,' said Remus, and soon all the boys were traipsing up the stairs, James and Sirius dragging their feet.