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Edit: Yes, I was very stupid and posted my new chapter for "Ten Little Things" up here instead of this. Thanks for pointing that out, Winderlude, laura sedia and arantxabarrera.

Chapter 4

He didn't speak, just looked at her, and Lily saw in his eyes that he had no reply to her. Saw that he, too, wondered if they'd make it home. She gave up waiting for an answer, and instead scrambled to her feet, taking a deep breath to steady herself. They had to find a way out...

"Let's move." She told him.

"Are you joking?" Scorpius demanded, and he got to his feet, too, his eyes suddenly blazing with anger. "We just heard your uncle die, and you want to go into the fighting? What, you like seeing death?"

He was directing his anger at her, she knew, but his words stung her, attacked her already raw emotions. She hadn't wanted to see her uncle die. She hadn't wanted to see anyone die. She'd thought she had, thought she wanted to experience what her parents had, but now she was here she realised she'd been wrong.

"I don't want to see death." She told him, her voice low and biting. "I want to go home. And don't take your anger out on me."

"What anger?" He snarled, then caught himself and fell silent. Unfortunately, Lily didn't. It was easy to direct her own emotions at him. The anger she felt towards herself for making that stupid wish was easy to displace upon him.

"Oh, please, do you think I couldn't sense your disgust?" She snapped. "He disgusted you, didn't he? Shamed you. I could feel it."

He knew she meant his father; he knew she was right.

"Shut up." He muttered.

"You watched him, whining, with no integrity, no backbone, to scared to face my dad, and then you watched him follow them, because he didn't have to guts to do what he actually wanted. What kind of man is he?" She was taunting him, cruelly, and she knew it, but her emotions had taken control of themselves.

"He's not like that anymore!" Scorpius snapped. "He was practically still a kid -"

"He was the same age as my dad, and my uncle Ron and auntie Hermione, and look what they did on this night. What they'd already done. And you know what else? I could sense your fear, too, Scorpius."

"What fear?" He sneered.

"Don't bother pretending, it was obvious, even if I couldn't see you. You were watching your pathetic excuse for a father, and thinking, am I like that? Weren't you?"

He didn't reply, just stared blankly at her. Even as he wanted to deny it, he wondered how she knew.

"You reckon you could sense that?" He asked, careful to keep his voice cutting.

"You didn't exactly hide it. You were reluctant to go up there in the first place. At the time, I thought you just wanted to see more, see the fighting, but then we saw your dad. It was in your voice, the disgust, the shame."

"And the fear? Was that there too?"

"No." She said, and suddenly her voice was different, the bite was gone, and she sounded almost sympathetic. "That I just...I just figured out."

"Well, good for you, super-witch." He muttered bitterly.

She didn't speak for a little while, just leaned back against the wall and wondered how she'd got into this situation. Stuck in the past, on a night that still haunted her parents, with Scorpius Malfoy, a boy she barely knew and somehow understood.

"You're not like him." She said finally, softly. "I mean, I don't know what he's like now. But that guy we just saw, you're nothing like him."

"How do you know?" He asked quietly.

"Well, for one thing, Al wouldn't hang around with you if you were." She said with a half smile. When he didn't responded, she tried again. "And I can just tell. That guy - your dad - I don't think he'd have tried to protect his friend's little sister, but isn't that why you came to the room of requirement with me? You...you're just different."

He shrugged, as if not believing her and wanting her to just stop talking. But she saw the flare of hope.

"I didn't want to go see more death." She told him after another silence. "When I said we should move - I wanted to find a way out, a way back."

"Oh." He said, and offered an apologetic smile. "Well...I thought we didn't know the way back?"

"I wanted to go back to where the plaque was." Lily explained. "I thought maybe -" She stopped talking when the castle shook again, more violently than the last time. She lost her balance, crashed into Scorpius, as bits of the ceiling began to rain down on them. Something struck her cheek; the sudden hot dampness on her face told her she was bleeding, as she squeezed her eyes shut again and tried to protect her head with her arms.

Finally, it stopped, the castle stilled, and Lily coughed as some of the dust settled in her throat.

"Are you OK?" Scorpius asked, turning her to face him. "You're bleeding." He stated, and she nodded, brushed a hand at the cut.

"It's just a scratch." She told him, ignoring the sting and hoping the blood would stop. "Are you alright?"

He nodded, brushing dust from his hair. "Lily, we have to get home, back to our time. This is too -" He broke off as a high, cold voice rang out.

"Severus Snape just died." Lily murmured, after Voldemort's first few words. "It's nearly over."

Scorpius barely heard her, focused on the voice. High. Not girlishly, as he'd assumed, but inhumane. Cruel. There was just something cruel in it. And confident, certain that he was going to win this war, control this world.

"We have to see him." He told Lily softly. She blinked.

"What?"

"We wished to see what he was like. What the night was like. We've seen the night - we need to see him before it's over."

"Are you crazy? We can't just walk up to Voldemort -"

"It's the only way -"

"You're just guessing that - and don't you dare interrupt me." He closed his mouth, and she fought a smirk. "Don't you think it's just a little bit risky to try get a look-see at Voldemort? Do you think he'd hesitate to kill us?"

"I want to see what he looks like." Scorpius replied stubbornly.

"I told you what he looks like!" Lily snapped. "I described him -"

"It's not the same. Come on, you were curious too -"

"I still am, I just don't intend to die here, tonight." She told him, her mother's stubborness shining through.

"You wait here then." Scorpius shrugged. "I'll be back when I've seen -"

"Hey - hey, we said we stick together." Lily interrupted. "You're going no where alone, mate."

He looked at her, raised one eyebrow in a clear challenge. "I thought you were too scared to come with me?"

He saw the fire leap into her eyes, and knew he'd pushed the right button.

"I'm not scared. You want to see Voldemort? Fine, lead the way, but don't come crying to me when we get killed."

He laughed, partly at what she'd said, partly at the absurdity of the situation.

"Where is he?"