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His Lily-flower carefully pricked her finger allowing for a single drop of blood to fall into the crystal vial of potion.
Crossing his fingers on one hand and enclosing his large callused hand (the result of years of Qudditch, which was worth it in his own and Padfoot's opinions) around her small one. Encouragingly he brang her hand up to his mouth and kissed her pricked finger without looking, his eyes were firmly stuck on the bubbling cauldron.
The potion's bubbling increased in intensity and the potion changed colour.
His heart lurched and he felt weightless from the amount of pure joy he felt.
They were having a baby.
Nine months and five days later
Lily laid back on the couch admiring her newborn son. Every time she looked at him she was overwhelmed with the love she felt for him and her proud smile became even bigger. Softly kissing him on his small hand that was currently encased around her finger, she cooed down at her son.
Looking up at her husband James and Harry's godfather Sirius rummaging and sorting through the assortment of letters and gifts they had received after Harry's birth a couple of days ago.
One of the more unique gifts they had received (though not as quite as unique as the variety of soft toys bearing likeness to several magical animals she had recognised as classifications of XXXX from Hagrid or the few sets of borderline hallucinogenic baby outfits consisting of matching robe, hat and socks from Dumbledore) had left her slightly dumbfounded.
This gift was the only muggle gift besides that from her sister (who had gifted her a single dummy). It was delivered to her through the hospital several hours after Harry's birth via the means of the muggle postal service.
The present consisted of a pair of bears dressed up in little costumes that resembled Captain America and his side kick Bucky in World War Two. Of far greater interest was the encased letter from a Phil Coulson. The letter gave a brief congratulations, a question about meeting up in France in a couple months regarding her deceased grandfather and the man's contact details.
Apparently before her grandfather's death in World War Two he had placed some investments through a French law firm. The subsequent bombing of the town after caused the safe containing the documents to go missing and they were only uncovered recently during the discovery and excavation of a hidden bomb shelter. Through the assistance of Phil, who worked as lisation between the American and French governments , he had uncovered her grandfather's descendants (her sister and herself) and required a meeting in person, in France, in order to pass his findings along. Surprising, but seemingly muggle and apparently not that rare according to Phil.
Three months later
Lily hadn't stopped crying when she heard what the prophecy had caused. Neither had himself or Padfoot.
His eyes were still watering as he clutched Harry to his chest, wanting to fully envelop him in his arms and shield him from the world. He sighed and sunk, back into the couch between Sirius and Lily.
Padfoot, who he had floo-ed almost immediately after Albus had left, was sitting with his head buried in his hands. Upon the slump in the county indicating James sitting down, Padfoot raised his head. James saw his eyes were also wet.
"The letter?" He questioned softly.
"Replied and a date set in a couple days." James replied back as softly. The necessity of travelling to France turned out to be a blessing in disguise after receiving the prophecy. It allowed for his family to safely travel from England via muggle means, that no Death Eater could possibly know about and use against them.
"Better get packing" Sirius joked weakly, as he stood up from the couch, gently smoothed down Harry's soft baby hair and kissed Lily on top of her head.
"We will leave on Sunday, Sirius" Lily declared, raising her head up. Her eyes glistened brightly in the light of the fire.
"We'll take the ferry, be sure to dress muggle". Sirius nodded and left through the fireplace.
Lily sighed and wrapped her arms around himself and Harry, gazing down at the months' old infant.
A moment of silence descended upon the Potter household.
"...Shouldn't you get packing" James smirked. Lily smacked him.
If there was one thing that most wizards and witches lacked it was common sense.
However Lily Potter née Evans was not like most witches and for all there foolhardy pranks and childish behaviour neither were James Potter or Sirius Black. With the times they were now living in, this aspect could be the difference between life and death.
Therefore when the day of the meeting came they couldn't help but feel slightly wary, despite their communication between themselves and Phil numerous times.
When the meeting came and went, hope was abundant.
Flashback
Phil had been monitoring them for a while, he knew who they were and what they were. Hence him being practically the only agent, excluding Fury, Hill and Romanoff, that had the necessary government level allowing for knowledge of the Wizarding World. Though after this, he thought, that number would be increasing.
The knowledge had also allowed for him to access the wizarding hospital, posing as one of the magical who were responsible for delivering muggle post to those who resided in the wizarding world. Therefore allowing for the letter (requesting a meeting between himself and the new parents, from a perfectly mundane French lawyer's office) and gift to be passed on.
The pair of bears he had gifted them was not strictly necessary, but they had caught Phil's eye. After buying a pair for himself, it had seemed appropriate to gift a bear for a newborn.
Confirmation by Romanoff through the office phone, made him turn to observe the small family gathered outside the French lawyer's office. The means of strategically placed cameras feeding into his computer screen set up a week before they arrived had allowed for it.
He could see the family warily glance around, the Potters discretely waving their wands behind the pram and their companion looked to be sniffing the air. Seemingly satisfied of the place being purely mundane, they then proceeded towards building's steps for the meeting.
The sleeping child was taken from his pram and firmly held in his mother's arms, before she walked up the stairs. He hid his amusement as both males struggled and briefly argued with carrying the pram up the stone steps without the assistance of magic.
His 'secretary' (Romanoff), proceeded to greet them upon entry and used the office phone to announce their arrival. Phil agreed, straighting out the pens on his desk and clasped his hands, leaning them on the desk.
He hoped this would go better than her sister's.