I bid Dumbledore good night, left his office and tripped down the spiral staircase. Thank goodness I wouldn’t have to encounter Black – the next time I see him I’m going to rip his head off, but I don’t think that would’ve gone down too well in front of the head teacher. I’ll wait til we’re alone in a dark corridor.
I was so angry, furious, at the lot of them! I could have died! I bet it was Potter’s idea, and he had sent Black to do the dirty work. Yes, that was it. Black wasn’t clever enough to have come up with such a scheme alone. Then, at the last minute, Potter had got cold feet and come to get me…
Thank god.
I’d never thought about dying, but now, at only fifteen! A weird thought, that there would be nothing left of me, nothing left of my dreams and nothing left to preserve my memory, save a few end-of-year test results and a redheaded girl who would surely forget my name in time.
But – I had survived. Thanks to Potter. Which, I suddenly angrily realised, meant I owed him! The thought of owing James Potter anything made me sick to the stomach. I must save his life as soon as I could, and be released of this curse.
However, I had found out their secret – it was nothing I hadn’t already suspected – but now I had seen. Only a glimpse, to be sure, but, for obvious reasons, I felt that was enough. Now I had my proof, I could tell Lily and surely, surely, she’d lose what respect she had for Lupin. For all of them. And maybe … maybe …
I wandered back through the castle, lost again in thoughts of Lily but when I returned to my dormitory, I could not relax. Not because thoughts of her green eyes were distracting me from sleep, as they usually did, but because I was formatting idea after idea of revenge…
