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"I don't need help from a Mudblood like you," he spat. His words hit me like a slap to the face, the word echoed in my ears.
"Fine," I said shortly spinning around on my heel and walking off.
"Wait, I didn't mean it," he said grabbing my arm and halting my movements. I shrugged him of an walked away quickly planning on going somewhere quiet where no one would be able to see me cry.
"Evans!" A voice yelled out. I chose to ignore it, and instead continued on my path. "Lily!" The same voice called out, this time a fair bit closer, almost as if they were running towards me. I closed my eyes wishing that when I opened them the person would have disappeared, or at least decided to leave me alone. I felt someone gently turn me towards them, stopping me from walking off any further. I felt them use a finger under my chin to turn my face up to theirs so that they could see me. "Are you okay Lily?" he asked softly. I opened my eyes to check who it was.
"I'm fine Po-, James," I said quietly while correcting myself. "Is it okay if I go to the library now?" I asked.
I felt him study my face, hoping that my eyes didn't look watery due to the tears that were threatening to appear, hoping that I was giving nothing away.
"No," James said. The next second I found myself on the receiving end of a comforting hug from none other than James Potter. As I stood there being hugged by somebody that seemed to care, rather than a person I thought just followed me around to torment me, I felt myself break. I clung to James as the tears flowed. The last hug I had, had been from the two people that cared the most, who always were there for me when I was down or crying, or when I just needed support. It had been the last hug I'd had up until now, my parents had died a week after I'd last hugged them, a week after I had returned to Hogwarts.
I felt James move us out of the public eye, as he stroked my hair comfortingly. Never in a million years would I have thought that one day it would be James Potter, the boy I had believed to be an insolent and bullying toe rag, to be the one comforting me when my best friend called me the one unforgivable word in the wizarding world.