Even the night he delivered that fatal blow in the astronomy tower, it wasn’t sparkling blue that haunted him but a deep, deep amber, glaring at him with disgust in his mind’s eye as he hid himself away in the Shrieking Shack. And suddenly there she was, too, as if she knew somehow that the only thing tethering him to the path he had sworn to walk wasn’t Lily, or Harry, or even Dumbledore— but her.