"Filthy Mudblood!"

"Mudblood!"

Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood. That's all Lily ever heard from Slytherins.

Even Severus, who she defended and always stood up for. He called her the unspeakable.

Lily was mad, but she was also sad. She acted angry and strong for people, but sometimes at night she would just sit by the fire and cry.

Severus had apologized, but Lily immediately turned him down. If he hadn't meant it, why would he say it? Besides, he had said Filthy Mudblood so easily. It was obvious that he had said it many times.

What, did he call other muggle borns mudbloods, did he call her a mudblood behind her back?

God, she hoped not.

"Hey, Evans!" Called one of two of the voice Lily needed the least at the moment.

"No." She answered automatically and walked faster. But her heart wasn't in the no, he knew that.

James smiled. He might finally have a chance with Evans.