"She fucking SHOWED ME. She lay there, nearly dying but she showed me. She was fucking glad she saw me ... ME... one last time before she had to die. She wasn't afraid of death, she was afraid the last time she would have seen me was before Dumbledore died. She fucking missed me and was worried about me. I nearly killed our Headmaster and lied to her for months, and still, she cared. I knew then that she loved me. She didn't show me those feelings but she didn't have to. I just KNEW. I fucking knew. And I couldn't do anything to help her. I wanted her to be safe, somewhere else. I didn't care where, just far far away from all of this. I swore to myself, should we both make it out of this alive somehow, I’d do anything to make her life easier. No matter how, I would make sure she was happy, safe and not wishing for anything in her life. The moment Potter came upstairs, because he had been locked in the basement, my mother reversed the bodybind. I had to pretend to fight him but I really wanted him to snatch those bloody wands from my hands." 