The next morning, Remus was up early. Harry was safe and content, back under the charms. The toddler was slowly becoming more resistant to the charm over all, which meant that these little excursions would have to end soon, but there were two more trips that were needed to complete before he could settle down with his young adopted nephew to raise him right. If all went well,
All Hallow’s Eve, 1981.
“Goodbye and good luck…Harry Potter.” Albus Dumbledore said softly, stepping back from the baby basket. His companion, Minerva McGonagall, made sure the note was tucked securely under the blanket where the infant couldn’t reach, and stepped back as well with a faint sob. With a soft pop! they vanished into thin air, secure in the belief that the child’s relatives would find him in the morning and take him in…
Unless someone else found him first.
“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.”
“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.