Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter NOR any of his friends NEITHER any of his enemies. It's hard to admit, but when I'm done with them all, I have to return them to Joanne K. Rowling in an original wrapping and unharmed.
I make no money, I mean no harm.
Filthy Little Mudblood
She turned away and practically fled back inside the common room, certain that all that was boiling inside her was just about to make her head burst in a million pieces.
"I'll hex him for you," James Potter offered, upon seeing her face, but she pushed him away from the entrance so violently he toppled over and fell on his bum with a little yelp. Several of the boys still lingering around at the late hour, Black included, snickered at that. She paid them no attention and headed for the stairs to the dormitory.
"Evans!" Potter shouted after her. She paid him no attention either. She didn't even look up as Mary Macdonald touched her arm, and when that didn't stop her, ran after her.
"He hurt you?" Mary whispered, leaning in. Lily shook her head. "But you are done with him, aren't you?" her friend demanded desperately. Lily nodded. Mary followed her in the dorm.
"Well, good for you," she continued, still in a low voice. "You deserve much better than that... that... Death Eater wannabe." Lily nodded. "It's just as well - you did the right thing, you know. How could you stand him for so long - the jerk." Lily sat down on her bed.
"Going to bed?" Another mute nod and Lily closed the curtains, ignoring Mary's almost merry, "Good night then, sleep tight!"
The Death Eater wannabe, she was certain, was still somewhere near the Fat Lady portrait, broken to a degree she didn't want to witness. She listened to the sounds from below for a while, until she realised she just wanted to know whether Potter and Black went outside to hex Se... Snape again.
She clamped a hand on her mouth to stop the treacherous sob that threatened to escape.
Good for her. Just as well. It was going on for far too long. She did the right thing, ultimately. Why were her eyes burning, then, and why was there a bile in her throat making it impossible for her to speak? All she lost - had lost, not today, but months or even years ago - all she had lost was... was... a Death...
The tears finally spilled down her cheeks and over the hand she still held firmly on her own mouth. With the other hand, she clung to a bedpost for dear life, for not running down the stairs, and through the portrait and all the way to the dungeons, if necessary, and begging the Death Eater wannabe to become, once again, her best friend Severus.
Silently, she wept for having lost something incredibly precious.
A/N: I got into a discussion on Youtube (someone was wrong on the internet!), and after stopping replying, I couldn't stop my brain from racking over it. So I blew off the steam as above. Hope you liked it!