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"I have to see Dumbledore!"
The shout was heard throughout the entire great hall, everyone craning their necks to see who was shouting.
"On what grounds, young man?" McGonagall asked, placing her hands on her hips in a way that brooked no argument.
"On a matter of life or death!" James said, lowering his voice.
"What kind of matter?"
The question was asked quietly, so that only James could hear. He shuddered, hearing the ice in her tone.
"It's about Lily, Professor," he said, running his hand through his hair agitatedly.
"What about her?"
"Her ex was talking to Sna-Severus and I heard them discussing some kind of retribution," he answered, looking the professor straight in the eyes as he said it.
McGonagall looked like she was on the verge of saying something but caught her tongue before she said it.
A gentle voice behind them caught James's attention.
"Mr. Potter, what seems to be the trouble?" Albus Dumbledore said; his normally twinkling eyes dull now.
"He says it's about Lily," McGonagall said, answering for James.
"Well, tell what you think is going on right now."
A/N: yes I'm flip-flopping right now, and I hope it makes sense. And no I'm not spoiling anything for you…
Serindraxx