She had made her g's the same way he did.

“You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.”

Lily waited until Petunia was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.

“Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you’d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up.”

The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband.

“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell.”

“Believe me,” croaked Black. “Believe me, Harry. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them.” And at long last, Harry believed him.

“You shouldn’t have favorites as a teacher, of course, but she was one of mine. Your mother, Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl. I used to tell her she ought to have been in my House. Very cheeky answers I used to get back too.”

“You think I want to be a — a freak?” Lily’s eyes filled with tears as Petunia succeeded in tugging her hand away. “I’m not a freak,” said Lily. “That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“Put that away, will you?” said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. “Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement.” Wormtail turned slightly pink but James grinned.

“How could a car crash kill Lily and James Potter? It’s an outrage! A scandal!”

“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell.”

He looked into Harry’s face and then said quietly, “James was a pureblood, Harry, and I promise you, he never asked us to call him ‘Prince.’”

“Your mother was Muggle-born, of course. Couldn’t believe it when I found out. Thought she must have been pure-blood, she was so good.”

“Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily.”

“How could a car crash kill Lily and James Potter? It’s an outrage! A scandal!”

Lily waited until Petunia was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.

“Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you’d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up.”

“You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.”

“You’re not going to — I won’t let you —” “Let me? Let me?” Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.