What if Harry was Snape's kid, huh?
We only own the idea, nothing more.
Lily often thought about things, nights when she was kept up by that bump on her stomach that meant she would be a mother in less than three months. Mostly she thought about memories. But sometimes she thought about possibilities.
She sort of remembered that night, as much as possible, about six months ago. James was having a "Bro's Night Out" with Sirius, James, and Remus. Lily never did anything naughty, and she decided to give it a try.
She had walked to a random wizards' pub, and ordered so many drinks, she couldn't know black from white. Suddenly, a man that she did remember was wearing black had swept her off her feet and danced with her like she was a princess. His hair was a silky midnight, his eyes a dark, mysterious color. She recognized him from somewhere, but she couldn't pinpoint anything in her knackered state. Was he from Hogwarts, where she and Alice had made a clique? Where James and Sirius had ruled the class? Where Sev had been a wallflower, someone who she hadn't seen since fourth year.
The man took her upstairs, and the next thing she knew, she woke up in a queen bed, just herself, ribbons of light shining through the window.
On the nights when she was awake, she often wondered what her baby would look like. What if he looked like that mystery man who had twirled her around and around, and kept her on her toes? Whenever she thought of that, Lily would look over at James, and whisper an apology to his slumbering form. Maybe he'd forgive her someday.
Her baby. Hers. And he would forever be hers, because she loved him. Harry James Potter had bright green eyes that would someday catch a girl's eye like James had caught Lily's. He had a shock of messy black hair that his mother could tousle to her heart's content. And he had a loving father, who Lily adored just as much as him. But she still remembered the possibilities of who his father was...
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