The second of November, 1981
Dear Lily,
I'll keep this one short as I don't have very much to say. I went to see Dumbledore as arranged, and I learned something new.
Why has nobody ever seen fit to inform me that that kid has your eyes? When the old man told me that, I got the distinct impression that he was trying to almost blackmail me. You see, he asked me to protect the boy, and as you can imagine that's the last thing I want to do when that kid is responsible for your death. It seems that Dumbledore was aware of this fact, and used the knowledge that pint-sized Potter has your eyes to get me to agree.
Of course it worked. While it would have been inordinately easy for me to attack him for allowing your murder, and then expecting me to risk everything to protect the spawn of my archrival, he knew that I wouldn't be able to turn his request down with this new knowledge. He knew I wouldn't be able to let the last part of you be destroyed.
If anything else worthy of note comes up, I shall write. If I hear anything of your boy, I daresay you'd like to know. Goodness, even I'm finding myself interested now, in spite of myself.
All my love,
Sev.
