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Chapter 7

Lily choked back a gasp of fear. There, under the tree, non-too-gracefully dodging the evil branches, was a very familiar silhouette. Severus Snape. What was he doing? She glanced up into the clear dark sky. A full moon with a pale face cast a shady glow onto her face. Her jaw dropped. Merlin, no!

Her heart stopped and skipped a beat as the stuffy dress suddenly seemed to feel like ice as her blood froze and her face drained, leaving her resembling a ghost. No...

Even in her slightly drunken state, Lily could sense the seriousness of the situation. He could be killed or worse... She took deep rasping breaths as thousands of resolutions ran through her mind – none of them feasible, seeing she had once again been an idiot and left her wand in her dormitory – under lock and key, of course.

However, now was not the time to moan about that as she hysterically tore towards the boy, screaming hoarsely and tripping insanely on her shoes, and she could hear the not-so-rhythmatic beating of her blood pounding in her ears. Her breaths came out in quick breaths as her feet burned.

Suddenly a hand clamped over her shoulder and she struggled to pull away. "Evans, you oka- Merlin's pants, Snivellus!" Lily's head flicked so quickly she nearly got whiplash, a few curls of her silky hair leaving a stinging pain on her tender cheek.

It was Potter, but he had tossed his mask aside. Horror was splashed over his beautifully-chiselled face as he pushed her non-too-gently to the side and sprinted to the Whomping Willow.

All Lily could do was run as fast as she could behind him. Her eyes darted intently as Potter dived under the branches and grappled at Severus, yelling, "You bloody git, what do you think you're doing?" Severus was gasping as he and Potter dodged the branches. Potter jerked him away from a crashing branch, before diving towards the trunk and brushing a finger against a spot. The branches froze, as Lily half expected. By the time she reached the tree, Severus was being dragged up by Potter.

Grabbing him by the collar, despite her size, she dragged him up. "Severus! I trusted you not to do anything! How could you do that?" Then her eyes fell on his injuries as the bright moonlight provided a clear image of him. Her jaw hung slightly. His sallow skin was mottled with hideous purple-blue bruises on the brink of breaking skin, and blisters erupted all over his hands, and blood leaked from his nose and the corner of his mouth. "Sev! You could have bloody died! What were you thinking? You knew it would be dangerous! You knew, damn it! And... and..." Realization dawned on her, and her eyes went damp. "Severus, you swore on our friendship you would do nothing! Severus, Merlin, I trusted you! You swore on our friendship, our friendship, doesn't it mean anything to you?" Lily was heartbroken. Her 'best friend' had betrayed her friendship in some stupid attempt to get his childhood rivals into trouble! He had risked his life, Potter's life, nearly her life and their already crumbling friendship for that! She threw him to the floor in disgust, and spat, "Well, your vow broken, our friendship broken! There's only so much I can forgive!" Anger clouding her mind as well as a splitting headache, she delivered a stinging slap to his already bruised cheek and stomped off, wiping away tears that threatened to leak down her cheeks, pale with sorrow yet scarlet with rage. She vaguely saw the silhouettes of Professors and students as they rushed towards the earlier scene.

Upon reaching the school hall, she came across Professor McGonnagal. For a moment, fear overrode her grief. There's nothing more you want to avoid then a very angry Professor McGonnagal, aka the one now, with her lips compressed to a single line, rage etched on every wrinkle, her eyes blazing like coals. "Miss Evans, did you just hit that poor boy? What do you mean by you 'trusted him not to do that'? Am I correct in assuming you motivated him to do that? As a Prefect, Miss Evans, I assumed and put my trust into you to know what to do and when to do it! You knew that the Whomping Willow is a dangerous artefact, and yet you had the gall to-to do that! Miss Evans, I am most disappointed in you! I therefore take fifty points from Gryffindor, twenty points from Slytherin, and Miss Evans, I am stripping you of your position for the rest of school term and a letter will be sent to your parents of this disgrace! I thought I knew you better!"

With that, Professor McoGonnagal marched off, leaving a very stricken Lily on the brink of breaking.

All that was needed was the look Potter gave her. A look that clearly stated his shock, disappointment, disbelief. 'Evans, I trusted you. I thought I could trust you. I was so wrong. That was unforgivable.'

Tears ran uncontrollably down her pale cheeks as she locked the door of the bathroom and sank to the floor, thinking of today.

The worst day of Lily Evan's life.