“I can’t believe that the all knowing Lily Potter didn’t plan for this!” Narcissa teased, as her friend paced. “Congratulations, mama!”
The redhead shot her a disgruntled glare. “Ugh – I wanted to wait until next year to get pregnant!” She grumbled. “James is on track to make Captain at work, which would mean more delegating and less field work directly, but he’s not expecting that promotion for a while yet.”
“Poor, poor Gryffinclaw.” The blonde still wasn’t done teasing, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling merrily. “You can’t control everything, minx.”
“It would make things so much more convenient if I could.” Lily sighed, before laughing. “Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I’m thrilled about this! And terrified, to be honest, and all sorts of other things, and I really want some pumpkin pie and treacle tart right now, and bloody fucking hell why can’t I stop yammering on?”
Narcissa got up, impulsively pulling the younger woman into a hug. Lily stiffened for a moment, before relaxing into the embrace, her body vibrating with tension. “Oh, minx. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be just fine. I promise.” She murmured. “Celebrate this moment, my friend, and let me enjoy it with you and cherish it for what it is. Then…we need to talk.”
She felt the smaller woman squeeze tighter for a moment in silent protest, before reluctantly letting go and taking a deep breath. “Talk first, and then celebrate.”
“Very well.” Narcissa gently pulled her over to the couch. “Lilian…”
“This is our last meeting.” The redhead finished, with a wan smile. “No need to sugarcoat or soften the blow; we both have known this was coming since the beginning. And now here we are – you, two months pregnant with your son, and me, a month behind and didn’t even know it until recently. I know we can’t associate with each other, even in secret, Selina; I’m not blind. You must maintain appearances, now more than ever, and Lady Malfoy certainly would not have a mere common born witch tending to her and her heir with her unclean hands.”
“I’m sorry. I wish things could be different.” Narcissa said softly, her gaze dark with remorse and sadness. “However, I have been indulged long enough, according to my husband, in this healing and learning nonsense and foolishness.” She deliberately strove for a lighter tone as she added, “How convenient that he took a renewed interest in attempting to fulfil his marital duties right about the time I got pregnant. Muggles are certainly much more clever than I ever gave them credit for, although they do have some strange names for their medicines. Viagra.” She wrinkled her nose delicately. “One night and one tiny blue pill was more than enough; he now believes that he is the father of my child, the arrogant fool.”
“And so the balance of power within your household has shifted.” Lily smirked, glad for the lighter subject. “Lucius will never see you coming.”
“No, which is exactly how I like it.” Narcissa returned the smirk, thinking of all the plans she had laid in place. The last of her loyalty towards Voldemort’s cause had evaporated upon hearing the muffled sound of her son’s heartbeat at the Muggle doctor’s office, and seeing the grainy image of the life growing inside her on the monitor had only reinforced her newfound disdain and hatred towards the man her husband so revered. Muggle science and succeeded where magic and pure blood had failed, and she could not hate the world that had helped to give her her son – or the witch in front of her that had come from that world.
She would not actively and publicly betray her husband – she was too Slytherin for that bold, emotion laden, Gryffindor type reaction – but she had no qualms about passing along information about known Death Eater personas, raids, and other malicious events to James and Sirius, both Aurors, to use the information as they would.
“A toast, then, before I take my leave.” She announced, moving to pour two glasses of apple cider. She handed one to Lily and raised the other. “To our sons, our future, and the culmination of the best of both of our worlds. May they forever stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and traverse through life as bold as a lion, as cunning as a snake, as observant as a raven, and as fiercely as a badger.”
“So mote it be.” Lily said quietly. They drank in silence, prolonging the moment and delaying the inevitable.
“It is time.” Narcissa finally said gently, standing.
Lily followed her to the fireplace. “Be careful, Selina. You and your son come first. Promise me.”
“Silly minx.” Narcissa said affectionately, leaning over to brush her lips against the other witch’s cheek. “Snakes attack best from the shadows. You keep your head down. I want my son to know his godmother and aunt.”
The women exchanged one last heartfelt embrace, before the blonde moved back to the fireplace. Calling out her destination, she disappeared in a swirl of green fire.