Harry Potter: Beyond Good and Evil in the Wizarding World Chapter 44 - 39. Lily Evans

Chapter 39

A flicker of displeasure moved through Severus’s eyes. He shaped it into a smile and turned to the red-haired girl standing among her friends.

"Morning, Lily. Good to see you."

"Is it? Sounds more like the opposite," the witch beside Evans said, with a look that was anything but friendly.

"Is that what you think?"

"I only wanted to congratulate you. On becoming a Master. That is all," Lily said, biting her lip. She produced a strained smile, grabbed her startled friends, and moved past him quickly.

He watched her go, shrugged, and went in. But the mont he sat down and reached for his breakfast, he felt soone watching him. He looked toward it and his eyelid gave a small involuntary twitch. Lily. The mont their eyes t, she dropped her gaze to her plate, not even quite understanding why she had reacted that way.

She is starting to irritate . He tried to get back to his food. He felt her stare again. You cannot be serious. As if she sensed his annoyance, she stopped. I could use Legilincy, of course, but I am not rummaging around in a teenager’s head. Especially a girl’s. He let it go and focused on breakfast.

The one genuine comfort of school life was the quiet. He did not have to watch for threats to his life. He could give himself entirely to research. The hunt through the founders’ legacy was nothing but pleasure.

Today was an exception. He went to the library to continue his work, sat down, and Lily ca in. Or more precisely, she followed him in and chose the table directly behind his.

She is deliberately getting under my skin. He pulled himself back from the irritation. Do not be paranoid. She might simply need to study.

Ten minutes later there was no longer any doubt. She had absolutely decided to get under his skin.

Two minutes after that, she started again: peeking over the top of her textbook, again and again. Since the ritual, his senses were sharper, and that persistent attention felt like a fly that had decided to treat his nose as a landing pad.

He got up, checked the ti, returned his books, and left.

Lily followed imdiately, and the mont she stepped out into the corridor she was pressed back against the wall.

"What do you want?" The irritation was in his voice now. She blinked, coming back to herself. She seed to notice, for the first ti, the angle of the situation and how close his face was, and a strange embarrassnt ca over her, one that had not been there before. Until quite recently she had only thought of him as a friend.

"I. If soone sees us, they will get the wrong idea. Move back."

"You may be right," he said, and did not move at all. "I am listening. Why are you following ? Because of you, I cannot concentrate."

"I was not following you. I needed to study."

"Which is why you kept peeking over your book, and staring at at breakfast."

"How did you—"

"It is called magic, Lily. Speak. Or has that idea co back, the one where I am not really ?"

She drew a slow breath and shook her head, with a small, sad smile.

"Your habits, your love of Potions, your oath to magic: none of that is sothing soone else could replicate. I know you are you. But you have changed so much. It is like standing in front of a different person, and I do not know how to be around you anymore." She paused. "Are we still friends?"

"You were the one who ended all contact that day. So what are you asking ? We are not friends. We are old acquaintances. Nothing more." The irritation was faint, but he let the hurt on her face sit where it was and turned back toward the library. "Leave alone."

Just acquaintances. Evans pressed the back of her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She had known that answer was coming. She still had not been ready for it.

She had spent a long ti thinking about the conversation at his house. However much she had wanted to push it away, he had been right. She had been selfish, in her own way. She had never been a Slytherin. She had not understood how things worked there. She had not understood that her constant pressure and attempts to correct him had only made everything worse.

She had genuinely thought of him as her best friend. But the thinking her House had spent years drilling into her, that Dark magic was evil and anyone drawn to it was lost, had corroded everything. She could have supported his interests, trusted him, and quietly encouraged him in good directions. Instead, fear had won: fear of being labelled, of being seen as the girl who stood by a Dark wizard, of being marked a black sheep in her own House. So she had used that excuse to end it. To create distance where there was no real reason for any.

That conversation had forced her to see herself more clearly, and what she saw was not flattering. She understood she could not get that friendship back.

What a fool I was. She rembered the face of the dark-haired boy who had always helped her, always supported her, who had opened the magical world to a Muggle-born girl who had known nothing. The mory was too much to hold back. A single tear ran down her cheek.

Severus, for his part, was not especially occupied with Lily’s regret. That she had ended their friendship was in many respects fortunate. Seven years was enough ti to learn soone well, and she had. If they had continued spending ti together, she would have found the cracks in his cover quickly, and he had no good explanation for a change that fundantal.

Her decision had also spared him from having her constantly nearby. He was, in a certain dry sense, grateful for it, and that was why he had listened instead of sending her away imdiately.

He spent the rest of the day in the library as planned, working through to evening. He gathered considerably more rumours and legends about the castle. Most were almost certainly fiction. Even fiction usually held a grain of sothing.

He closed his research notebook at last, stood, stretched, returned all his books under Madam Pince’s approving nod, and left for the dungeons, where Slughorn was already waiting.

The week that followed was ordinary rhythm. Monday to Friday: classes. Saturday and Sunday: Diagon Alley, to inspect the work being done and hand Karner bags of potions. He brewed roughly ten percent himself; the rest had been collected from the sa gangs. The supply would cover almost five months. He was not planning to release everything at once: small batches, to test the market. Less product ant higher prices, and higher prices ant better margins.

On the lessons front, he had freed up almost another full day. Thursday. He had reached an agreent with the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor: ten Galleons a week, in exchange for looking the other way regarding his attendance.

The Ministry instructor was even simpler: the man had no particular desire to be teaching at all. Severus demonstrated that he could Apparate, explained the regulations, and cited his Potions work. The teacher waved him off without argunt.

Divination presented no difficulty at all, since the elderly fraud was still in St. Mungo’s and no replacent had been found.

Ancient Runes he kept. The subject genuinely interested him, and there was only so much a person could extract from books. Sitting in front of soone who had spent their life working with runes was worth considerably more.

He and Lily had not spoken since that day, and there was nothing to speak about. He had put an end to it. He still caught her eyes on him occasionally, but rarely, and never for more than a second, which suited him well. One less complication. He could have taken a more drastic approach, but he had no wish to harm the woman the original Severus had loved. That would have felt like a poor way to honour the person who had given him this second life.

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