“I loved Lily.” James said fiercely. “But she knew and understood the political implications of our marriage as well, possibly better than I did. I was the heir to the one of the oldest and purest lines in wizarding society, and I chose to marry a Mud blood, when there as a powerful sociopath speaking and rising to act against so called ‘mixed’ unions! It was a direct act of defiance as well as one of love. We knew that our marriage would put a target on our packs, Moony. Why do you think we joined the Order in the first place? There were others who could and did lead the fight, but we were symbolic, Moony. Something to rally behind.”
The werewolf nodded slowly. He had never truly stopped to consider why James and Lily in particular had jumped into the war effort so fiercely against the rise of Voldemort. They had joined the Auror Academy right out of Hogwarts, along with many of their closest friends – including Frank and Alice Longbottom. Frank and Alice were a pureblood couple who had gotten married and pregnant at the same time as the Potters; their son, Neville, was a day older than young Harry.
James and Frank had been partners; Alice and Lily were two of the trauma and field healers assigned to James’ unit of Aurors. They hadn’t hung back; in fact, their unit in particular had been known for their efficient and effectiveness in defeating and capturing Death Eaters.
“What’s your point, James?” Remus said tiredly.
“My point is, I come from both worlds – Muggle and magical. I may have been a major player for the anti-Voldemort side, but I am also still very much a pureblood, and someone whom they desperately need to remain allied with if they want to continue with their lines. Their own social structures nearly guarantee that I or Sirius – or Harry – could walk into any exclusive event and be outwardly welcomed with open arms -”
“- and a glass of champagne laced with poison.” Remus finished wryly. “Fine, Prongs. How do you want to play this?”