Second, and this was where Lily’s sadistically brilliant and simple plan really came into play long term – as she had pointed out, the children would be social equals, despite their mothers being of pure and of ‘mud’ blood. And if – though a better was when, given the magical strengths of their families – the children started to show equally strong magic power, people would begin to talk…and question. The truth of it wouldn’t matter. Nor would the fact that with James as the common element, the argument for basis of power coming from a pureblood was actually strengthened, not weakened. People only saw what they wanted to see, and the British wizarding world was more willfully blind than most. Dumbledore, wily old vulture that he was, would take full advantage and manipulate public opinion in his favor even more.
And all Lily’s child would have do was be himself.
All of these thoughts flashed through Narcissa’s mind like quicksilver, leaving her dizzy and breathless.
“How were you not Sorted into Slytherin the moment the Sorting Hat touched your head?”
Lily threw her head back and laughed. “You mean, besides the fact that I would be shunned – or worse – for the insult to the House of Snakes?” She said drily. “Probably because I asked for Gryffindor specifically.” Her smile faded. “Look, we’re nearly at the point of no return here, but you can still change your mind, you know. We’ll find another way, someone else to sire your child, if you don’t want to agree to my terms.”
Narcissa’s face hardened, and she let the silence stretch to almost a breaking point, before she smiled broadly. “I don’t want to change my mind. Let’s do this.”
“Yes, really. I also agree to your terms, Lady Potter. Should this child be born healthy and whole, he or she and your child will grow up as family…no matter what the consequences.”
“Great!” Lily squealed, throwing her arms around the other woman in a hug. “Oh, I’m so pleased! And just in time, because here comes the doctor.”
Right on cue, there was a polite knock on the door before it opened without prompting.
“Mrs. Black? My name is Dr. Marigold Evans.”
Narcissa did a double take, looking from her to the redhead, who was muffling her laughter, and back again. “Pardon?”
“Lily! Did you not think to mention that she was going to be seeing your sister?” Dr. Evans scolded. “That might have been a bit awkward – !”
“Relax, Mari. It was just a little joke.” Lily soothed. “And Narcissa is a friend from school, so I thought you were the best person for the job. Since you understand both sides of things, as it were.” She raised her brows, shooting her sister a look.
Mari glared back, before turning to Narcissa. “She’s an evil witch for springing this on the both of us, but she does have a point. I am well aware of your particular…talents and inherited traits.” She said delicately. “You are not my first magical patient, even for this particular procedure, so I also have a better idea than most as to how your body may react to our medicines and drugs. However, if you are not 100% comfortable with me as your surgeon, then we will find another solution.”