"As an antidote to your ignorance..."

Or the conversation that led to it going like "Severus, go after the troll!" "What, who, me? Why?" "Because you're a fit young man and the rest of us are all old and frail." "O-Old and frail?! Rolanda teaches Quidditch, why can't you send her?" A yell of "SEVERUS" from everyone and off he scurries while grumbling about it under his breath.

Putting down my dogs has felt close to that, in my experience. My dogs. Grief and trauma have a way of overriding things like "ick" and "ew" and "well, that's a bit weird." It’s a fully altered state of mind, it's beyond socially acceptable day-to-day etiquette.

As for him leaving Harry in the crib, like fucking duh, of course he did. What was he supposed to do, raise Harry? Kidnap him? Gee, that would look good to Dumbledore. He was in fucking shock and anguish. How do you know he didn't look at Harry at all while in that room? How do you know he didn't draw a blank before trying to consider if he should do something, before he heard Hagrid's footsteps coming up the stairs, and panicked? How do you know he didn't linger outside and watch, his heart torn out over Lily, as Hagrid took Harry and flew off to safety before going to Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore? Have you ever felt grief in your life? Because it doesn't show.

We literally have no idea what happened. The people who go with the movie scene, see just a few seconds of him walking over James (and looking petrified, by the way), hugging Lily and nothing else and assume the worst as usual and it's so fucking frustrating.

But then...hopefully...it's just kids, man. And it's just fiction. But i had to vent that frustration 😪