Lily opened her eyes to glare at her friend, green eyes flashing.
“Don’t be a bitch, Narcissa. And you know as well as I do that there is no other solution. Lucius is a Death Eater – Kingsley confirmed it at the last Order meeting. He took the Mark before you were married. To do so is to pledge allegiance to death and despair and hatred. There is no more room for anything symbolizing light and love and hope, which the creation of a child signifies by act, thought, and deed. Lucius – all the Death Eaters – are rendered sterile by the Dark Lord’s touch and Mark. You will not have Lucius’s child. The Malfoy line ends with him.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to have Potter’s child either!” Narcissa cried. “There must be someone–”
“No one we trust, who meets the blood requirements of your marriage contract.” Lily said fiercely. “Even Severus cannot, because he is a Death Eater. Sirius is too closely related. You don’t trust or like Fabian and Gideon, the Weasley twins –” Narcissa shuddered, as did Draco. “–so James is the only one left. He is willing, as I said.”
“And you?” Narcissa snapped. “Will you so easily condone your husband’s infidelity?”
Lily shook her head. “I do not like it. I wish there were another way. But this is your life at stake. If you don’t produce an heir, pureblood and magical, then you will lose your magic–and your life.” She smiled thinly. “And this way, I can ensure that my son has a sibling, and family to turn to, should something happen to me or James. We will be sisters by magic, Selina, and that gives me comfort as well.”
The scene abruptly shimmered and changed , to a private room at St. Mungo’s. Narcissa lay on a hospital bed, covered with a white sheet. Lily was there, standing next to the bed in green robes signifying her Healer status. A man with messy dark hair that could only belong to a Potter sat in a chair out of the way, watching.
“I didn’t know witches could get pregnant this way.” James said wryly, ice blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “I always assumed that the more…traditional method was the only way.”
“Not all witches prefer wizards, or can tolerate the ‘traditional method’, for various reasons.” Lily replied, also amused. “Yet they may still want children of their own, without a man to get in the way.” She smirked. “This is one area in which we are light years ahead of muggle technology. Although the surgery itself was done at a Muggle hospital, they would still be at the ‘wait and see stage right now. Witches are naturally more attuned to the rhythms of their bodies and magical cores, so we can go in and ‘manipulate’ things a bit, as it were, now that there’s confirmation of a child. Not that there’s an absolute guarantee that it will happen, but we can at least influence certain inheritable major traits; gender, eye color, hair color…” She pointedly eyed James’ disheveled mop. “Things like that. More delicate traits, like eye sight, or whether that hair is curly or straight, is still left up to Mother Nature.”
“In my case, that will be more than enough.” Narcissa added quietly. “A boy, with my hair and your eyes, and Lucius will never know that this child is not his flesh and blood.”