“Why?” The single word question rang sharply through the air of the small Muggle private waiting room.
Lily looked up distractedly from where she had been studying the various medical instruments and gadgets. “Hm?”
“Why are you doing this? Why me?” Narcissa burst out. She should’ve asked the questions months ago, she realized, but she had been so distracted and unwillingly fascinated by her conversations and experiences with the Muggleborn witch that she hadn’t ever really stopped to consider the underlying motivations behind their odd friendship in the first place.
Lily’s green eyes sharpened with interest and mischief as she took a seat in the other chair. “Ah, yes. This is a bit of an awkward place and time for this conversation, but I suppose it is best to have all the cards out on the table, as it were.” She said, leaning back and crossing her legs primly.
As always, she was the picture of elegant sophistication. Today she wore a silk ice blue blouse with slate grey trousers and a matching suit jacket. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a fashionable twist, and sapphire jewelry sparkled from her ears and throat, setting off the diamond wedding ring on her hand. Her make-up was subtle, and only served to further enhance her natural beauty. If Narcissa hadn’t known better, she would have assumed just by physical appearance that Lily was a pureblood witch, and her social and monetary equal, which didn’t make any sense, since she knew how adamant the redhead was about keeping her money and James’s gold separate. So how was she doing it?
Lily smirked when Narcissa’s gaze finally finished her perusal, unperturbed by the frank assessment.
“A bit of backstory first.” She began. “I am the youngest daughter of a former prominent Muggle politician and military adviser; my father, who was quite high up, as far as political hierarchy goes. His military background was in strategy and tactics, so believe me when I say that I understand better than most how dangerous and powerful the pureblood rhetoric truly is. Even at age eleven, I could see the parallels and ramifications to the Muggle world and their own history.” She smiled grimly. “The Dark Lord is not original in his belief that power and bloodlines somehow make you superior to others. Unlike Dumbledore and others, mostly wizards who, in the traditional way of males, are convinced that this as yet undeclared war will be won through sheer magical muscle, no matter the casualties and cost, James and I chose a more subtle method of defiance.” She raised her brows, her gaze knowing. “After all, what more perfect way to quietly defy Voldemort’s vitriol than by having the half sibling of the pureblood Black family heir be the son or daughter of a Mudblood, and also be the Potter heir? And the wizarding world will know that they are siblings, equals, and family. I have not asked anything of you, Narcissa, for the use of my husband’s seed, but this is the one stipulation that I will not yield on.”
The pureblood witch was too busy trying to catch her breath, awed -and quite frankly, a bit terrified – at the simplistic brilliance of Lily’s admission and plan. Of the Sacred Twenty Eight Families, the Potter and Black families were near the top of the social hierarchy, considered to be near magical royalty with family tapestries that proved relations directly to the wizard Merlin Emrys and the Lady Morgana le Fey! And now, those already mighty Ancient and Noble houses would be forever allied and united by shared blood of their father. That would have been a coup for the purebloods, except for two things: first, James Potter came from a decidedly light and progressive family, one who had profited from business dealings in both the Muggle and magical worlds and therefore had a personal stake in fighting against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. If their children were to indeed grow up as siblings, Narcissa had no doubt that James would have an active hand in making sure that his children were well versed and comfortable in both worlds.