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After hearing about learning the new of Voldemort’s death, there was a mess of questions that emerged exploded in his head. Did that mean the Dark Lord was no longer at large in 1978? That he had been defeated in both timelines now? What did that mean for everyone who had been killed by him or by the Death Eaters or during either wars? Were they now able to live in peace? But, the question still remained about him and everyone else who had travelled to the year 1999: were they stuck her? Severus couldn’t think clearly with everyone now, instead of crying, talking excitedly and yelling all over the castle about the Dark Lord being defeated for the second time within a year. He wasn’t sure which one was more distracting. And what did the note left by Voldemort’s body that spoke of another dark lord taking his place? Was there going to be another fight? Were they not done? Did that mean they weren’t completely out of the woods? All Severus could think afterwards was: thank God for occlumency.
So, he found himself sitting by the lake to clear all of the questions running rampant in his head. Thankful for learning himself occlumency, he figured he would be panicking now. But, he was relatively calm. Like he mostly always was. When he heard footsteps approaching, he turned his neck slightly and was relieved to see a familiar shade of red hair walking up to him. Lily. Granted, he had come to sit by the lake for peace, quiet, and calm. To collect his thoughts from scrambling all over the place, making a mess of his normally composed demeanor. She didn’t help with the whole keeping a peaceful frame of mine especially when it came to thinking of what was to come now that the Dark Lord was out of the picture. “Lily,” he simply greeted, resting his head against the tree trunk once more and closing his eyes. “I can leave if you want?” If this had been anyone else, and they had wanted him to leave, he’d probably rebuke with the elementary ‘I was here first, find a new spot’. But, this was her, and he didn’t want to cause any more trouble with her.
They hadn’t spoken since the last time in the classroom, and maybe this was about her making up her mind? Had she decided if he was trustworthy enough to befriend again? He wouldn’t blame her if she had chosen to no longer be friends, cutting all connections with him. He had come to terms with life wasn’t fair a long time ago, and it would just have to be something he would have to accept if it came down to it.