Stepping back the moment he had been released, not at all mourning the loss of comfort, Severus forced himself to breath calmly. He took a few moments to analyse the problem. Lily had served tea, so he busied himself with doctoring the cup, Harry had poured for him. He worked hard on suppressing the rage that ran over him at the thought of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body. "You wish to ... get rid of it?" Was that question too audacious? Too insulting for someone who had chosen this fate? Maybe he could still find a way to get Lily's son away from her murderer.