A/N inspired by Ulktane's challenge to write a fanfiction where James Potter isn't Harry's father. Hope you enjoy.
Lily stormed through a small unnamed village on the Welsh coast. Her green eyes were almost sparking with her anger, her fists clenched, her warm cloak billowing behind her.
It was the beginning of November, and she just needed to be away from Potter Manor for a time.
She loved James, she truly did. Dearly. But sometimes he could be such an obnoxious prat!
She had understood when he had asked her to stop taking the contraceptive potions after they had married. His parents had struggled to conceive, and that he feared the same would happen to them if they were to wait was not something she could just dismiss. To argue that she had wanted to get her Charms Mastery, work, live before they became parents, felt petty. As she had agreed to marry the last of the Potters, she had agreed to become a mother, because James would need an heir.
So she had argued that the war against Voldemort – she refused to call him by those ridiculous monikers in her own head – was not a good time to have a child. Argued that as long as they were actively fighting they could not risk her becoming pregnant.
But that had not worked in her favour.
James had argued back, that they could both be killed or maimed in the fights, that they might be hit by something rendering them infertile, that they should live life to the fullest because they could not know when it would end.
By now they had escaped Voldemort himself more than once, got in several skirmishes with the Death Eaters, and still they were trying to conceive. Lily had to admit that it seemed they would have to struggle to have a child just as James' parents had had to fight for years.
And that had been the reason that they had had a row only half an hour ago.
Lily had walked into the kitchen of the manor to get the hot tea she drank before every dinner by herself, instead of having it brought up by one of the elves. She knew it should be about ready, and as she was walking by anyway, she thought to safe little Prim the trip. And there she had seen the little being assigned to her for her needs, dripping a potion into her tea.
Lily had not been one of the best students of their year in potions for nothing. Immediately she had recognized the fertility potion.
Red hair flying behind her she had found James in the study, back from his work as an Auror, bending over some papers. And then she had vented her frustrations. Why was he feeding her potions? Why hadn't he asked? Didn't it occur to him that maybe the problem was him, not her? That he was not able to father a child?
It could have become a reasonable discussion if James had not uttered a sentence under his breath Lily was not sure she could forgive him for.
"And I thought by marrying a muggle-born I wouldn't have this problem."
She had not been that furious since Sev had called her a mudblood after they had taken their OWLs.
And now she had been apparating around for hours, walking through the countryside to work out her frustrations. It was getting dark now, and she still was not sure if she wanted to return to Potter Manor. Spotting a pub ahead, Lily decided that she would drink something before returning home. It had been a while since she had been out just for fun. James had become quite paranoid, not letting her go anywhere alone, or just with her female friends. He, Sirius, or Remus always had to accompany her. She had begun to feel claustrophobic.
Stopping by a window and using its reflective surface to examine herself, Lily got her wand out and started to apply some concealment charms. A few moments later, her eyes were an unremarkable brown, her hair an ash-blonde, and her skin a few shades darker than before. Even if there should be a wizard or witch inside the pub, no one would recognize her.
England was so different from what he expected. After spending his entire life in Japan he jumped at the opportunity to travel. His king had an alternative motive for bringing them of course. They were in truth there searching for a child of prophecy. Being lower in the ranks he didn't know the extent of the prophecy. What he did know wasn't much.
They were searching for a child born of magic and kings. As a member of Scepter 4 he had been read into the situation of magic. That it actually existed and wasn't something of fairy tails.
The problem was finding such a child. Most kings wouldn't leave Japan due to their powers diminishing the further away from the Slates they got. It wasn't his night to patrol so he decided to check out a bar.
A beautiful red head sat at the bar. The bar was sparsely populated. A few drinks sat in the back. It seemed to be the perfect place for a clansman to let off some steam.
Lily sat in her rocking chair up in Harry's room, contemplating how she had come to be here in this situation, while breastfeeding her little darling.
It all had started with that blasted fertility potion. After that one night with Thomas, she had woken alone in that room, had found the bill paid, and had left for home. Of course another row had followed, because James had been terrified for her safety, had believed she had run into some Death Eaters, that she had been hurt or worse.
The sex that followed had been spectacular.
A few weeks later Lily had been sure that she was pregnant. And at the same time, she had known it couldn't have been James'. Even though she hadn't managed to bring James to accept the possibility that he was the reason conceiving took so long, she had found a charm in one of her books to simply test if a man was able to father children or not. She had cast the spell on her husband as he'd slept. She had hoped to be wrong, or to have a reason to drag him to a healer. Now that she knew that James wasn't the father, couldn't be the father, only Thomas remained as a possibility.
She still remembered quite vividly how her thoughts had run in circles that day and the following night. She had used a contraceptive charm while she was with Ryan. How was it even possible that she'd gotten pregnant that night? More research had followed, and she'd unearthed some information about fertility potions that looked as if it had been deliberately kept secret for quite some time.
What she'd found had made her furious. It seemed to be tradition to feed fertility potions to young married witches even if they didn't want to get pregnant just yet. That worked because the properties of fertility potions countered the effects of the charm. So the mystery of how she could get pregnant in spite of the charm was solved.
For long hours she had contemplated what to do. If telling James was a real option, or if she should try to pass off her child as James'.
In the book detailing the fertility potion was another, used to give an unborn child the likeness of a different father. It had been easy to brew the potion, to take it as often as was required and to banish Thomas from her mind. She didn't really know him. They had spent one evening together. There was no way she could make any guesses as to what living with him would be like, and despite that she often found herself speculating.
And now here she was her beloved Harry in her arms, so much bigger now than when she had held her miracle baby for the first time.
Over a year on the run because of a prophecy she had never heard. Because a spy had warned the Headmaster that her son was a possible target. Now hidden away behind a powerful spell, unable to leave the house.
James was close to climbing the walls because there was just nothing to do at this house. Harry was ecstatic that both his mommy and dadda were always there and playing with him. Her little boy loved his toy broom, toddled around the house chasing after the cat, and smiled all the time.
But Lily was frustrated. Hiding away while others fought felt wrong, and she had trouble accepting the necessity without a good reason. James, Sirius, and Remus all had tried to convince her to trust the Headmaster in this, without knowing the exact wording of the prophecy. But she felt frustrated with the old man's lack of trust in them. He always held information so close to his vest, never telling anyone anything if he could avoid it.
Lily of course understood the need for secrecy. But if something affected her life as much as this supposed prophecy, she felt she had a right to know. And she knew that she was able to keep something secret. They all suspected that there had to be a spy in their midst. Or someone who talked about things where he or she shouldn't.
It galled that she wasn't trusted enough to keep the information secret, but was expected to heed the words of the Headmaster without question. Maybe James kept nothing secret from his three friends, but she certainly would keep things even from James if need be. But she couldn't very well say that.
Hopefully the war would end soon. She hoped that her beloved son would get the chance to grow up in a peaceful world.
Their trip to England lasted two weeks. In the time he had been there that first night had been the only time he saw Rose. Something about her nagged at his subconscious. Yet he couldn't put his finger on it.
Their unsuccessful attempt at finding the child of prophecy had put his king in a mood. They could only hope that whoever this child was that they found him. Yet how could they when the only clue they had was eyes like their aura. Blue as the Sword of Damocles that they so faithfully served. With a sigh he returned to his reports.