Damn you, Lily Evans. Damn you straight to Hell, where you will burn in agony for your many crimes. This is the LAST time you best me in relation to James Potter. I am his other half, I am the very heart in his chest, I am VITAL to him in every way, so you will lay down your weapons and vacate the battlefield, waving a white flag of surrender as you scamper on your way, or I will destroy you. And YOU, James. I trusted you. I never took you for a traitor, but this is a betrayal of the highest degree. LILY met him first? You LET Lily meet him first? I take this personally. This is a slight against me that can only be rectified if you allow no one else to meet him before me, or else I can never forgive you for the distance you are putting between us. Do we no longer breathe in perfect unison? Do you no longer ache when I ache? What has become of us? I can't believe you've done this.