The blonde studied her for a long moment. “I can see the similarities now.” She mused. There weren’t many physical ones; Mari was tall and slim, with dark hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, while Lily was very much a redhead; petite and pale, with intensely green eyes.
Lily laughed. “Mari is my older sister, by about ten years. Our parents got divorced when we were little, and she went to live with Mum while I stayed with Dad. Then he had to go and get shackled to the harpy and her twit of a daughter, Petunia.” Her voice turned sulky. “I still can’t believe that he found a step-daughter named after a flower…”
“Convenient that you discovered you were a witch, and had to leave for school right around the time he got remarried, isn’t it?” Mari teased, making her sister scowl. “Back to the point, though, Mrs. Black; are you willing to continue on with me as your surgeon?”
Narcissa took the moment to consider, heart, mind, and magic. “Yes. I am willing to continue.”
It was as if a giant invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders and heart. She knew exactly what she had agreed to with her choice, and which side she had chosen. In every conflict, there is always a third side…I do not follow Voldemort, but nor do I follow Dumbledore’s Order. I will instead follow my own path and heart, and put my future in the hands of the most courageous witch I have ever met…
“Now.” The doctor began briskly. “This is mainly a preliminary appointment, so you know what to expect for the procedure itself…”
Lily settled back to listen, inwardly satisfied. Everything was starting to fall into place, just as she had hoped. She hadn’t been truly worried about Narcissa changing her mind or questioning her motives; only wondered why it had taken so long for the Slytherin witch to ask.
James, on the other hand, had nearly sent the whole plan crumbling down – “You want me to go to some strange doctor’s office and do what?!? Are you fucking out of your mind?!?” – but she had managed to talk him down (and seduce him into compliance and distraction, all in the name of “proper motivation”, as she had laughingly teased). Appeased, he had successfully “made his deposit” at the sperm bank without issue, and standard testing had revealed a high sperm count and no major Muggle genetic illnesses or diseases to pass on, so his part was now complete. Two weeks later, Narcissa had returned after hours, and Mari had done the surgery.
The procedure itself had gone smoothly as expected, and all relevant personnel and staff had been subsequently Obliviated, so there was no evidence. Lily’s father had taken care of any records and paperwork, through Muggle methods and connections (one of the perks of being a former politician; while many knowing looks were exchanged, very little questions were asked when things like this were ‘requested’). Now they were in the most tedious part of the process – the waiting game…