“Alright. Tonight, then –“ James’ fingers digging into her shoulders cut her off. Automatically, her own hands rose to cover his, to give him comfort. But his hold didn’t loosen.
“I go with her.” Moody’s eyes met his, over her head. She opened her mouth to refuse, but Moody spoke gruffly before she could.
“That may not be possible, Potter.”
“I’ll make it possible.”
Annoyed, she dropped her hands from his and stood. “I’d like a word with James.” Moody gestured his head to the door, and she and James silently went out.
“I’m going, Lily. That’s it.”
“Now isn’t the time to be an overprotective guy,” she started, steaming, but he cut her off.
“Too bad. Because that’s what you’ve got.” Irritated, she glared at him. He glared back. Her hands went to her hips, the sign that she wasn’t having any of this.
“Too bad. I may be able to get by whatever precautionary spells they’ve got, alone, but with you along I sure as hell stand less of a chance –“
“That’s bloody ridiculous. They’re death eaters, Lily. They’re not going to be stupid enough or lax enough with their security for one person to slip through.”
She recognized the truth in that, but was too irritated to acknowledge it.
“The fact is, you can’t be on every mission with me! Stop being an idiot! I’m every bit as capable as you, and –“ he cut her off with a hand covering her mouth, and she didn’t hesitate to sink her teeth into his skin.
“Shit.” Shaking the hand she had bitten and running the other through his hair, he sighed.
“It isn’t about your capability. If anyone could do this, it’s you. But I don’t want you to go alone. I just –“ he stopped, observing the teeth marks marring his skin. “It’ll make me feel better, if I went with you. Or, hell, anyone. It just doesn’t feel right. The mission. So, please?”
Though still angry, she said nothing for a moment. Then she sighed.
“Fine. We’ll talk to Moody. But I can’t always have someone go with me, James. And neither can you.”
That was the reality of war.