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It backfires, succeeding beyond his wildest expectation.

Harry (very drunk): "How do I make it more unlikable? "

Fred (equally sloshed): "how about we call you Hadrian and have every 11 year old talk like 50 year old british diplomats. It's 'Heir Malfoy' this 'Lord Potter' that"

George: "I know let's add in a gratuitous Snape malfoy Harry Sirius love quadrangle."

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            ~ 6 months later~

"They want a what?"

"A sequel and multiple movies. You will be played by holly-wood actress Jarrett Sohansson and Snape by actor Edris Ilba.

"..."

"..."

"How much did you say they will pay me again?"

Harry: "What happened?"

Sirius: "On my 15th birthday... I only got 36 presents."

Hary: "Well, that's a lot..."

Sirius: "But the year before... the year before I got 37!"

Walburga's Portrait: "But sweetie, those presents were quite a bit bigger than the previous year!"

Sirius: "I DON'T CARE, MUM! IT WAS JUST ANOTHER SLAP IN THE FACE AFTER YOU GAVE AWAY MY SECOND BEDROOM TO REGULUS!"

Walburga's Portrait: "Sweetie, I know it was hard on you, but that disgusting squib brother of yours barely even fit into that cupboard under the stairs anymore. And it was really embarassing, not having a place to hide him in anymore whenever someone came to visit-"

Sirius: "SHUT UP, MUM, I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

"Oh no." Harry went pale as he finally realised the horrible truth.

"Excuse me?" Petunia Dursley said to her sister, shocked that she suddenly showed up at her doorstep at Privet Drive, cradling a baby boy who was probably her nephew Harry.

"Our son Hadrian was attacked by the dark wizard Voldemort and survived his killing curse. The curse backfired, so now Voldemort is dead and it's because of Hadrian! Now he's very famous as the Boy Who Lived and destined for great things! Dumbledore told us it's him, because Hadrian has a V-shaped scar on his forehead. V-shaped, like Voldemort, it's symbolic!"

Confused Petunia looked at her nephew Harry, the scar on his forehead catching her interest. "But Harry also has a scar. It's a lightning bolt, does that not hold any special significance for you freaks?" she asked Lily.

"I don't know, Dumbledore didn't seem interested in that. In fact, he said that Harry's probably a squib. That's why he should stay with you dirty muggles, so that we can focus on our famous son Hadrian and his destiny!" Lily said.

"And why should I take him in?" Petunia sneered at Lily. "It's not like you and that freak you married are dead, take care of your own baby, you deadbeat!"

"Because Dumbledore said so!" Lily said as if that explained everything. "Who cares what some senile old fool running a school for freaks said? Leave me alone!" Petunia screamed as she slammed the door in Lily's face. "Well, that was incredibly rude! Wait 'till Dumbledore hears about this, you horse-faced bint!" Lily screamed at her, but then she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Hello, Lily." said clearly angry Sirius Black. "I had hoped I heard wrong, but it seems the rumours about you and James getting rid of Harry and trying to have him adopted by your cruel sister who hates you and everything connected to you are unfortunately true!"

"Yes, Dumbledore told us to do that and me and James agreed that's the best thing to do. We have to make sure Hadrian gets our full attention, after all! Harry would just get in the way!" Lily explained and if she were even a bit less self-centered, she could maybe notice by the expression on Sirius' face that his opinion of her sank even lower than before.

"You know, if you really can't raise Harry together with his brother Hadrian for whatever reason, why not have me take care of Harry? I'm his godfather, that's literally what I'm supposed to do!" Sirius growled.

"Alright, fine, you can have this brat. But if Dumbledore gets angry, it's on you!" Lily said as she tossed Harry into Sirius' arms. "Don't worry, I'll deal with Dumbledore!" Sirius growled, a look of disgust on his face. "But first, I'm gonna go knock some sense into James!"

The Battle of Hogwarts is still waged, and Neville kills Nagini. But when Voldemort issues his ultimatum, Hermione talks Harry out of sacrificing himself to a madman who probably isn't going to keep his word. Harry heads into the Forbidden Forest fully intending to go down fighting – with the entirety of the surviving DA and Order members backing him up. While his friends keep the Death Eaters busy, Harry duels Voldemort. And through some miracle, he wins.

But because Voldemort still has one last Horcrux left, he cannot fully die. Reduced to a wraith once more, he flees the battle, leaving the leaderless Death Eaters to be defeated by the defenders of Hogwarts. Harry watches the feeble wraith disappear into the shadows, grim satisfaction settling in his nerves. The battle is won. The war is over. But at the same time, a more profound realization takes place.

It is now their collective duty as a society, Harry realizes, to make sure Voldemort cannot return. As a wraith, Voldemort is powerless – without his supporters to aid him, he can't even interact with the physical world, let alone cast any magic. But if Wizarding society is left to continue the same path as it has been before the war, it won't be long before a surviving pureblood supremacist seeks to reinstate him. Which is why it falls upon them, the new generation of wizards and witches, the future of British magical society, to strip down the old pureblood agendas and bring forth a new and more inclusive future. They must get rid of any surviving Death Eaters for good and show the world that the supposed purity of one's genealogy is so meaningless as to be laughably ridiculous, that Magical Britain can only flourish by rejecting that hateful rhetoric. It is a battle that must be waged as long as Harry lives, a constant vigil to ensure the Dark Lord can never return.

. . .

Over a century later, Harry Potter departs this world, greeting Death like an old friend. Over a long and prosperous life, Harry, his beloved wife Hermione, and his best friend Ron have led sweeping changes across the length and breadth of Magical Britain and forged an unprecedented era of equality across all origins and species. And as Harry exhales his last breath, surrounded by numerous children and grandchildren and all the people whose lives he and his friends changed for the better, the last remaining trace of Voldemort also dies with him. After being forced to watch from the shadows for the past hundred years as every last vestige of the beliefs he espoused were systematically torn down in every facet of society, the once-feared Dark Lord fades away alone and forgotten, never to rise again.

"Voldemort had to think I was gone for good if I he were to reveal himself and make himself vulnerable. It was the only way, Harry." Dumbledore said.

"Did... did your brother volunteer himself for this?" Harry asked and by the look on Dumbledore's face, the answer to his question was suddenly obvious."

"Harry, you have to understand... sometimes, there are sacrifices to be made..." Dumbledore started to explain, but Harry cut him off.

"Did Snape know?" came another question from Harry. "Severus had to think I was cursed... that I was dying. That was the only way he'd go through with it..."

"Yeah, that's right. I used the Confundus charm to ensure the goblet would choose me, but it seems that it was too strong and it instead entered me under a fourth school." said the Durmstrang student Harry Poter, while the Hogwarts student Harry Potter stood nearby, listening to the conversation, relieved that this was seemingly just a huge misunderstanding.

"And your name is Harry Poter with one 't'?" Dumbledore asked as he glanced at the parchment.

"Yeah." Harry Poter nodded. "But the parchment has the name 'Harry Potter' on it with two letter t's!" Dumbledore said and Poter went pale as he checked the parchment. "Dammit, I always get confused and write it wrong!" Poter sighed. "This is my handwriting for sure though."

"Well, seems like I accidentaly entered you instead." Poter said to Harry Potter. "Erm, sorry for that?"

Voldemort has just risen from the cauldron, given his wand and robe by Pettigrew. He spots Harry still tied to the Reaper stone and hisses triumphantly, "Harry Potter... It's been a long time since I've laid eyes on you. You did well at the room with the mirror."

Harry cracked a grin, "Thanks, Phil."

Voldemort turned to the teen and regarded him curiously, "Phil?"

Harry shrugged apologetically, "Well, you know all of those hyphenated names people like to come up with for us? I'm 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and you're 'You-Know-Who' amongst others. It's gotten so bad that Draco Malfoy, Lucius' son, came up with the new name of Phil for you since there are dozens of people who we might know which just makes it all so confusing."

Voldemort couldn't help the oily smirk that crossed his face, "There are worse things to be called besides 'Phil,' I suppose."

Harry chuckled ruefully, "Yeah, and that was one of the tamer names that have been making the rounds at school. The students in Slytherin have gotten good at coming up with them. They say that they've got the right to come up with the names because of who their parents are. Heck, some of their parents were coming up with some doozies!"

A dark fire lit Voldemort’s eyes as he hissed dangerously, "Do tell..."

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"why, one of those names was Hadrian" Harry said "Pansy Parkinson came up with that idea".

"maybe you could take that name" Voldemort said.

"no, that would make me sound as pretentious as Draco Malfoy".

"hmm, what a good point, any others" Voldemort said.

"Crab has been calling you luscious".

"Lucius Malfoys middle name?" Voldemort asked "really?".

"didn't know that was his middle name but yeah, Goyle calls you Ronald McDonald"

"what?"

"yes, Luna Lovegood has been calling you Albus Severus Potter" Harry said "and i have no idea why, she claims i will name my second son after Dumbledore and Snape"

"does she claim that you have another son called Gilderoy Tom Potter? id say you must have been drunk or something to come up with that name, unless you weren't the one to choose the name" Voldemort said, "but enough about weird names for hypothetical great grand children...i mean children".

"what?" Harry asked.

"its a long story" Voldemort said "anyway back to names ive been called".

"well Lavender brown has been calling you the Lich King, Dumbledore has been calling you Tom without jerry, Flitwick has been calling you Sir Noseless, Minister Fudge has been calling you the thing that is not alive, Hermione has been calling you Moldy Voldy, Ron Weasley has been calling you. Ginny Weasley has been calling you Dragon Food, Delores Umbridge has been calling you her Rival".

"eww, i remember that toad" Voldemort said "and why the dragon food one"

"well she did one up her brother Charlie by taming a three wild dragons that are larger than whales, but that is besides the point" Harry said.

"i suppose it is" Voldemort said.

"i call you Mr Wizard" Avery said, bringing Harry and Voldemort out of the odd conversation they had been having with all the death eaters standing in a circle still.
"i call you Mr Burns" Crabs said.

"i thought that was what we called Lucius" Goyle said.

"no you fool, we call him Loony luscious" Crab said, before grabbing his wand and pointing it at Goyle, before casting a spell, but the wand was backwards, and Crab Launched himself into the sun.

"Mr Crabs, where are you going" Goyle said to the rapidly vanishing Crab.

"not this again, i am surrounded by Idiots" Voldemort.

"Hey" Harry yelled.

"i call the Dark lord the Dancing Queen" a random death eater said out of nowhere.

"Where?" Voldemort asked,

"Somewhere in the sands of Vegas" Snape Replied.

"Tell them to Comb the desert you hear me. Comb the desert".

"Yes Sir" Snape said.

Somewhere in Vegas, Peter Pettigrew stood on a sandy ridge, near Lucius Malfoy who was wearing a oddly large tan helmet. while several other death eaters were walking across the desert, dragging giant hair combs.

"Sir?" Peter asked, before Lucius casted sonorous on himself "WHAT?".

"are we being to literal?" Peter asked.

"NO YOU FOOL WE ARE FOLLOWING ORDERS, WE WERE TOLD TO COMB THE DESERT SO WERE COMBING IT" Lucius said, before undoing the Sonorous, and looking out to the death eaters who were combing the desert.

"Found anything yet?" he asked

"Nothing yet Sir" a death eater said.

"How about you?" Lucius asked another death eater

"not a thing sir" the death eater said

"what about you guys?" Lucius asked Bellatrix and Rookwood

"We ain't found shit" Bellatrix said.

But it didn't just drag over the Harrys, no it brought everything else from the universes they all came from.

"Hadrian Potter?" Dumbledore said, and the strangest looking 'Harry Potter' showed up, he looked a little insane and glaring at Dumbledore. Prime Dumbledore that is, or the Original. there was a total of thirty Dumbledore so far, with Twelve being stunned Manipulative ones. there was even a Robot Dumbledore

the other Dumbledore in the room, ignoring the various stunned Manipulative Dumbledore that they had all taken down in a Epic Duel, with help from a couple Headmaster Riddles that had gone good in their Universes, along with a Professor Lockhart who had actually done what his books said. frowned before preparing for another duel.

Robot Dumbledore shook his head "Here we go again my fellow wizards" he said.

...

"well, maybe that is the last" Jedi Padawan Harry Potter said.

"unlikely it is" Jedi Master Dobby muttered. "Inform the Jedi Council we must, my Brother Master Yoda know what to do he should".

...

Meanwhile Harry Potter-Summers, a Mutant Wizard and a Student of the Xavier institute. A adopted son of Scott Summers and Jean Grey, was talking with Sarcastic White, and Strictly Severus, who had both arrived with a 'Holly Otter' and ''Emily Riddle' a 'Haphne Redgrass'. Sarcastic White looked very similar to Sirus Black, but he had long white hair. Strictly Severus looked much like Professor Snape, but without greasy hair, and a more jovial attitude.

"so what is the world you lot are from like?" Harry Potter-Summers asked Holly Otter.

"It is amazing" Holly Otter said "it rains Otters there"

"really?" Harry Potter-Summers asked.

"it does indeed" Strictly Severus said, ignoring a glare from one of the Many Severus Snapes.

"hey, you could form a band Severus" Sarcastic White said "with your 'Brothers' over there"

"now that would be wonderful wouldn't it" Strictly Severus Said. "what to call it, hmm. how about Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...Dumbledore!"

"or 'Strictly Severus and the Greasy Gang?" Sarcastic White suggested.

"that could work" Haphne Redgrass said.

"how are they that greasy anyway" Emily Riddle said

"are you the Daughter of Tom Riddle in your universe?" Harry Potter-Summers asked.

"yes, but not the one you think, I'm a Female out of time Tom Riddle Junior, that got trapped inside a Diary for fifty years".

...
Meanwhile the Good Weasleys were in the middle of a great battle against all the many, many, many Evil Weasleys. they were outnumbered, but most of the people they were fighting were incompetent, or acted worse than Malfoy

"how many are we at?" Minister for Magic Fred Weasley asked one of his many new siblings, Garry Weasley, Seventh Weasley son in his universe, who had showed up alongside a Hinny Potter

"so far I've taken down thirteen evil Ginnys, one Evil Percy, two Evil Bills, a Evil Charlie, twelve Evil Mollys, one Evil Rose...that is Ron and Hermione's Daughter, five evil Freds, and one evil George

"oh and fifty three Evil Ronald Weasleys, plus a Evil Ronda Weasley" Garry Weasley added

"i dont blame that one that much" Hinny Potter said. "who names someone Ronda anyway"

"thats a good question" Ginevra Weasley said "its worse than anything i might come up with, like Albus Severus".

"a question for another time" Ronald Malfoy said.

"cant believe one of us Married a Malfoy" Garry Weasley said.

"i know, its unbelievable" Percy said "then again, my brother Charlie Married Cookie Monster, so i cant say anything"

"WHAT?" every single Weasley, besides the aforementioned Charlie exclaimed.

“Ginny’s got a point,” said Hermione, perking up at once. “We ought to check that there’s nothing odd about it. I mean, all these funny instructions, who knows?”

“Hey!” said Harry indignantly, as she pulled his copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and raised her wand.

“Specialis Revelio!” she said, rapping it smartly on the front cover.

Nothing whatsoever happened. The book simply lay there, looking old and dirty and dog-eared.

Hermione frowned and turned it over. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted something at the bottom of the back cover. She read aloud, slowly, “This book is the property of the Half-Blood Prince?”

She looked up, suspicious. “Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?”

Harry, who was one second away from successfully escaping Hermione’s attention, blurted the first thing that came into his head.

“It’s me. I gave myself a new name,” he said, voice a bit too casual. “Harry Potter sounds alright, but this one’s got more... mystery.”

Ron blinked. “Wait—you can just give yourself a new name?”

Harry, delighted to steer the conversation far, far away from suspicious textbook scribbles, nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Why not?”

Ron looked thoughtful. “Huh. I think I’d be... Red Valor.”

Hermione made a strangled noise like a cat.

Still, the conversation moved on, and to Harry’s relief, no more questions were asked about the book.

The next day, while waiting outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the Gryffindors were chatting when Draco Malfoy strolled over with his usual smirk.

“Well, well, if it isn’t His Highness, the Half-Blood Prince,” Draco sneered. “Tell me, Potter, was Mudblood Monarch already taken, or did you just fancy something with a bit more fake dignity?”

Pansy Parkinson laughed loudly while Crabbe and Goyle snorted.

Before Harry could reply, Ron stepped forward like a knight in badly fitted armor. “Oi! You don’t get to insult Harry’s royal title. The Half-Blood Prince is noble!”

“Yeah!” shouted Seamus from behind. “Better than whatever title you lot have, like ‘Pureblood ferret’ or ‘Inbred Royalty!’”

Even Lavender chimed in with, “It’s mysterious. Like a dark hero. Like a... brooding prince of pain!”

“Don’t mock his name!” shouted Neville. “It's way better than Lord Moldyshort!”

“Shut it, Longbottom!” barked Draco.

Inside the classroom, behind the door, Professor Snape was standing still as a statue. He had been waiting—hoping—for a fight to break out. His hand was already reaching for his wand, ready to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor before the first curse flew.

But what he heard instead made his expression twist into something caught between horror, rage, and personal betrayal.

Because outside, the Gryffindors weren’t misbehaving—they were protecting the name.
His name.
Half-Blood Prince.

And Potter was wearing it like it was some... fashion trend. Like it was a nickname from a Quidditch magazine.

Snape’s eye twitched.

Did he deduct points for noise? Or award points?

He settled on glaring at the door like it had personally betrayed him.

He hated them. All of them. And most of all, he hated how much Potter was enjoying it.

“How... dare he,” Snape whispered bitterly to himself. His voice was tight. “That foolish boy. That arrogant, spotlight-stealing, reckless... Potter.”

He gripped the edge of his desk. “Why is he using my name?”

Outside, Ron yelled again: “Long live the Half-Blood Prince!”

"I've been for a very long time Professor" Harry said, while standing on the ceiling "thanks to drinking blood i don't even need to sleep much" "explains why you are walking on the ceiling at this hour" Remus said

"its not like i only can consume blood, i can still eat normal food, as I'm technically a Dhampir, but Dhampirs aren't that different to Vampires. not that I drink that much human blood, when i usually just steal blood bags, or drink from animals".

"what do you mean, James wasn't a vampire" Remus Lupin said.

"no, but Lily was, at least my as far as my uncle tells me" Harry said.

"your uncle?" Remus asked. Harry nodded. Remus didn't know that Vernon Dursley was a vampire, nor Petunia one for that matter.

"well, with how old he is, more like Great great something, i cant remember how many greats he is, but Count Dracula is still my uncle"

"Count Dracula? the Count Dracula" Remus said, though very surpised.

"the very same" Harry said.

"and what do your friends think of you being a vampire?" Remus asked.

"well, the Weasleys are fine with it, though they are WereSpiders to begin with. I found out in first year while staying at the castle, and they learnt of me being a Vampire, and of course i stayed with them during the summer after first year. as for Hermione, she hasn't got a problem with it, but she is a Werecat after a potions accident.

"a were-cat?" Remus Lupin asked.

"she put a hair of a cat into a Polyjuice potion by mistake, no big deal, she does chase Lumos spells around now though, at least a specific version of that spell that is like a muggle laser pointer" Harry said Calmly. "come to think about it she does also bring dead birds to Ron, and I'm not sure why".

"of course" Remus said. "how Many students know that you are a vampire".

"quite a few actually" Harry said "but I'm lucky most of the apparent vampire weaknesses are either fake, or just normal human weaknesses".

"like what?".

"besides that one count over in America, most Vampires don't start counting things over and over again." Harry said.

"the Count is Real?" Remus asked.

"indeed, he is, and Cookie Monster was going to apply to be the defense against the dark arts Professor"

"he was?" Remus asked.

"yeah, Cookie Monster has been studying"

"you learn something everyday" Remus Lupin muttered.

Walking up to Slytherin table, Harry cleared his throat before getting Daphne’s attention. “Um, greengrass, do you have a second.”

Daphne simply looked up and cocked her brow. “What do you need, potter?” She asked in the most cold tone imaginable.

“Do you have any plans for the Yule ball.” This got all the slytherins to start laughing a little as they knew where this was heading.

“I was going back to my home for the holidays.” Daphne said. “Why? You’re not thinking about taking me aren’t you?” She playfully smirked.

“Actually I would.” Harry said. “Daphne Greengrass,” he conjured up a rose “will you be my date to the ball?”

Daphne simply smiled before saying “that was o corny!” This caused Harry to frown before she took the rose. “Why not!”

Every slytherin around her gasped as Harry got wide eyed. “Really?”

“Sure, under one condition.” She then pointed to the second year next to her. “My little sister here wants to go to the ball as well but hasn’t secured a date. Maybe you can help her with that.”

“H-Hya Harry!” Astoria said sheepishly.

Just then Harry heard a girlish scream a from behind as he saw Ron running away from a confused Fleur Delacour as Ginny chased him.

“I think I can help you out with that.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then it’s a date” Daphne smiled as she got up, “come sister, we gotta shop for dresses.”

Harry watched as Daphne and Astoria left before Draco, in a fit of anger and jealousy, got up and yelled “traitor!” This got Daphne to turn her head to Malloy and give him a steely glare as he sat back down.

“Wow she’s good!” Harry whispered.

He gave Sirius a slight nudge. “I’m going to do it,” James whispered to Sirius. “After the Order meeting ends, I’m going to propose to Lily.”

“Again?” Sirius raised his eyebrows at James. “You’ve really got to stop pining after Evans. Seriously, you went on one date with her back in 7th year. And it ended with her hexing you so bad you spent a week in the hospital wing."

“Come on, Sirius, you’re supposed to be on my side!” James pouted.

“I am on your side. But this is like the tenth time you’ve tried asking her to marry you.”

“Twelfth.” James corrected. “But I’ve got a good feeling about it today.”

“You said that every other time, too.” Sirius pointed out.

“You know, I could always make Remus my best man at the wedding.” James threatened.

“Uh… What I meant was… Go get 'em, champ!” Sirius thumped James on the back.

Dumbledore concluded the meeting. As everyone started shuffling out, James went up to Lily, pulled out his ring box, and got down on one knee. The other Order members barely spared James a glance, as his proposals have become something of a regular occurrence.

“Lily Evans, will you marry me?” James asked, hopefully.

Lily just looked down at him disdainfully. After a long moment of thought, she answered him curtly. “Alright, fine.”

James was frozen in shock, having not expected her to say yes. Lily picked up the ring and put it on, turning her hand and observing how it looked on her finger.

James stayed kneeling on the ground, staring in disbelief at the ring on Lily’s finger. Eventually, Lily looked back down at him. “Well? Are you going to stay down there all day?”

James hurriedly got up. “Sorry, I just- I wasn’t expecting… Umm…” he trailed off.

James awkwardly tried to lean in for a kiss, but Lily held out her hand. “Not so fast, Potter. Don’t expect me to suddenly fall in love with you just because we’re engaged.”

“Huh? But then why did you say yes?”

Lily scowled at James. “Were you even paying attention in the Order meeting?”

“Uh…” James said eloquently. He hadn’t really listened much, too busy stealing glances at Lily. “Something about a Prophecy, I think?”

“A child born in late July to those who’ve thrice defied Voldemort will be able to vanquish him.”

“Right, yeah.” James nodded.

“You and I have both fought him three times.”

James’s eyes widened. “You’re saying we should get married so that our kid can beat Voldemort?”

“I’m saying that we need to do whatever it takes to kill Voldemort. And if that means getting married and having a child, then so be it.” Lily said, glaring at him.

James’s eyes widened. He pinched himself to make sure he was awake. This situation felt like it belonged in one of his more erotic dreams. He didn’t know what to think. He loved Lily, and he wanted to marry her, but not because of some Prophecy. Eventually, he made a decision. As much as he wanted this, it didn’t feel fair to her.

“We, um, don’t have to get married if you don’t want to…” he said meekly.

Lily sighed. “Look, James, It’s not about what we want. It’s about what we have to do.”

“We don’t have to…” James mumbled.

Lily’s scowl deepened. “Do you not want to get married, then?” She asked in annoyance.

“No! I do! But I want you to marry me because you want to, not because you feel like you have to.” James told her. “This doesn’t seem fair.”

Lily scoffed. “I don’t see what you’re complaining about, you’re not the one who has to give birth.”

“You deserve a choice-”

“Choice?” Lily interrupted. “What choice? If we aren’t willing to do whatever it takes to win this war, then why are we even here?” Lily huffed in annoyance.

“We’re both here for the same reason, Lily. We both chose to fight against Voldemort.”

Lily’s eyes flashed with anger. “I didn’t choose to fight.” she hissed.

James was confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t understand. You, or Sirius. You’re both purebloods, after all.”

James was even more confused. “What's our blood got to do with anything?”

“Why are you here, James?” Lily suddenly asked.

“Huh?” James asked, confused at the sudden digression.

“Why are you fighting against Voldemort?”

“Well- Because it’s the right thing to do.” he answered, as if it were obvious.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” Lily repeated. “You want to do the right thing. And that’s all well and good, but it just proves that people like you will never understand. Not really.”

“What do you mean? What don’t we understand?”

Lily glared angrily. “Do you think I want to be here, in the Order, spending my time fighting a guerrilla war against terrorists? I’m not here because it’s the right thing to do, or some other idealistic nonsense. I’m doing this because I have to. I’m here because there are people who would see me dead for the great crime of not having been born to the right parents.”

“You still chose to fight, though.” James tried to argue. “Lots of Muggle-borns have fled the country.”

“Why should I leave? This is my world, too! If the Pureblood bigots don’t like it, then THEY should leave!” Lily countered. “I know that this country isn’t perfect. The Ministry is corrupt, magical creatures are oppressed, and Squibs have almost no rights at all. But despite all that, it’s still my home, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Right, yeah.” James said, taken aback by Lily’s anger. “But you could have stayed without fighting, right? Like, staying in the Muggle world?”

“So you would have me just snap my own wand, and live out the rest of my days as a Muggle? I am a Witch! Magic is my birthright, just as much as it is yours. I refuse to bow down to the bigots. I will not reject part of who I am, just because some people don’t like the idea of me having magic.” 

“C’mon, Lily, you know that’s not what I meant. You’re not being fair.”

“Oh, grow up! This isn’t a game. I’m not some spoiled rich kid playing the hero. I’m not a noble scion rebelling against my family. You and Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well it may have escaped your notice, Potter, but life isn't fair! Do I want to marry you? No. Do I want you to get me pregnant? No! Do I want to give birth? NO! But I will. I’ll do all of those things, if it’ll help end this war. Not because it’s the right thing to do, but because it is my duty to either take down Voldemort, or die trying.”

Lily grabbed James by the arm and started dragging him out of the meeting room. James, reeling from Lily’s tirade, simply let himself be dragged off. “W- Where are we going?” he asked.

Lily grit her teeth. “Do I really need to spell it out for you, Potter?”

“Spell what out for me?”

“The prophesied child will be born at the end of July.”

“...Okay?” James said slowly, wondering where Lily was going with this.

“And it’s late October now.” Lily explained.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Don’t you get it, Potter? The end of July is nine months away.”

James’s jaw dropped. “What- Are you saying that we should…?”

“Have sex, yes.”

James was blushing furiously, and Lily sighed. “Oh, please tell me I don’t have to give you ‘The Talk’.” she said in exasperation.

“I know how it works.” James replied, embarrassedly.

“Thank Merlin.” Lily muttered, mostly to herself.

“So you’re, um, sure about this?” James asked, stunned, as he continued to let himself get dragged along.

“Why are you complaining, Potter? Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting for years?”

James just nodded mutely.

“Come on, then.” Lily dragged James into a spare bedroom in the Order headquarters. She glanced around and nodded. “This should work nicely.”

“Wait… HERE? NOW?” James asked in disbelief.

“The sooner we do this, the sooner Voldemort dies.”

“Hang on, Lily.” James tried to say, as Lily closed the door behind them.

Lily turned to give James a raised eyebrow. “What is it? You don’t want to have sex with me?”

“I do! It’s just-” James paused for a moment to organize his thoughts. “I want to, yes, but I never imagined our first time together would be like this.”

“And I never imagined ever having a first time with you, Potter, but here we are.”

“I just pictured something a bit more romantic.”

Lily rolled her eyes and flicked her wand. The blinds drew themselves closed, and several candles around the room lit themselves. “There. Nice and romantic. Now let’s get started.”

Lily started unbuttoning her shirt, and James couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her newly exposed skin. “You’re absolutely sure about this?” he asked again.

“The Muggles have a saying, James: ‘Lie back and think of England’. You should keep that in mind.”

“Um… Shouldn’t you be the one keeping that in mind?” James ventured.

Lily snorted. “Ha. That’s a good one, Potter.”

“Huh?”

Lily roughly shoved James backwards onto the bed, and then climbed on top of him. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “Now, just be a good boy, lie back, and think of England.”