Now as Lily paced the dim corridors, she stopped by a window, gazing out onto the moonlit grounds. She thought about Petunia, recalling all the cruel words her sister had spoken to her over the years. She also pondered James and the mystery surrounding her feelings towards him. For the longest time, she had hated him, but he seemed to be different during the past few months. Perhaps he had grown up at last? No, Lily thought, remembering one of the phrases she had learned as a child: A zebra can t change his stripes. James Potter would always still be the same big-headed idiot he had always been. Something deep down inside Lily disagreed with this, but she kept it locked away in fear of the truths it concealed.

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