What if Lily was not muggleborn
by Teddylonglong
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not making any profit by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
Warnings: Completely AU, partly OOC, Dumbledore/Weasley bashing
The enlarged family at Slytherin Manor was gathered in the Parlour fawning over Baby David, when all of a sudden, Sopho appeared out of thin air.
"The copy has vanished, and the old, grumpy one is just discussing it with his colleagues. Just so you know in case you'd like to follow the conversation from the spy chamber," the Hat informed them.
"That we'll do," James was the first to respond. "Lily?" He enquired, giving his wife a questioning look.
"Sorry James, please give me some more time," Lily refused, not feeling well enough to step into a fireplace after just having given birth to a baby boy fifteen hours ago. "Please show us the memory later on."
Profusely thanking Sopho for the information, James and Sirius headed to the founders' quarters at Hogwarts and entered the spy chamber, where they witnessed what Dumbledore told Minerva and Severus about how the Dursleys apparently killed each other and little Harry vanished without trail.
"I wonder what happened," Lily spoke up in confusion upon watching the memory. "Why in the world did Petunia and her husband kill each other, at the same time as Copy Harry vanished at that?" A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she let out a deep gasp. "Oh Merlin, everything is my fault," she breathed, tears welling in her eyes.
"What is your fault?" James enquired with apparent bewilderment.
"That Petunia's dead. It would have never happened if real Harry would have been there with Voldemort's piece in his head, because he wouldn't have vanished," Lily explained. "I suppose that Copy Harry vanished setting the piece of Voldemort free, which then killed my sister and her horrible husband."
"Lily," Amelia spoke up in a soft voice, gently taking her friend's hands into her own soft hands. "This is not your fault. You couldn't know what was going to happen. At that time, you didn't even know about the part of Voldemort. So nothing here is your fault. You've always done what was right. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," Lily replied in a small voice, feeling very much consoled by her friend's kind words. "Did Dumbledore say what happened to their son?" she suddenly remembered to enquire.
James shook his head. "No, only that he left him on the table, where he ate three people's breakfast just by himself."
"I mean, he's my nephew," Lily said, sighing. "I don't know how fast people will get to know that the Dursleys are dead. Someone must look after Dudley."
"Because they looked so well after Harry?" Sirius growled and, realising that Lily and James stared at him in surprise, explained how the muggles had neglected if not outright abused Copy Harry.
"Why did you never tell us?" Lily asked, getting upset again.
"Why would I've told you making you worry about him?" Sirius returned the question. "I properly took care of him. There wasn't anything else you could have done anyway."
"You did everything possible, and for that, I'm very grateful," Lily replied, giving her son's godfather a small smile.
"Dumbledore alerted Mrs. Figg to the situation," Godric spoke up from the painting. "She's living nearby in order to keep an eye on Harry. Let her handle the matter with Harry's cousin. He has another aunt, the sister of his father. Since he's a muggle, it's better if she takes care of him in any case."
"All right, thank you, Godric," Lily replied, gratefully, still trying to fully comprehend what Sirius had told her about the Dursleys' treatment of Copy Harry.
HP
During the following weeks, the Marauders frequently visited the spy chamber at Hogwarts witnessing many conversations between the headmaster and his colleagues, who spent the remaining weeks of the holidays searching for little Harry.
"I wished we could tell Minerva the truth," Lily groaned one day after viewing James' memory. "She's really worried about Harry."
"I know," James replied in a soothing voice. "We can't do that though, as she's too close to Dumbledore, and he's a master Legilimens."
HP
One day, James and Sirius witnessed a conversation between Dumbledore and Molly Weasley.
"Albus," Molly greeted the old wizard, as she stepped out of the fireplace and immediately refused the lemon drop, which the headmaster offered. "Today, I received an owl from Gringotts informing me that the money they had already transferred to us has been withdrawn and there will be no more payments from Harry's account to ours," she blurted out. "What does this mean? You promised it would be a monthly stipend for us for Ron befriending Harry once they get to go to Hogwarts."
Albus let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, Molly," he finally replied. "I received the same message, and the goblins told me that the Potters had taken precautions in case anyone but a member of their own family accessed their accounts. Their accounts seem to have been frozen, so that I won't be able to make any withdrawals."
Molly's face sunk in apparent disappointment. "Oh, that's disappointing," she uttered out, seemingly angered. "In this case, would you be willing to do something else for us?" she enquired.
"Of course, Molly. What can I do for you?" Albus readily conceded, looking at his friend over his half-moon spectacles.
"I didn't hear anything about the betrothal contract between Harry and my Ginny? Did you file it already?" Molly asked, causing Dumbledore to nod, seemingly deep in thought.
"Yes, I did that right after we set it up," he confirmed, smiling at the eager redhead.
"Thank you, Albus," Molly breathed in apparent relief, returning the smile. "Please let me know when you have any news about little Harry. You know that I'd love to take him in."
"That I will do," the headmaster reassured the woman, who then quickly took her leave and stepped into the fireplace.
HP
"Well, they won't have much success," James said in clear amusement, when the enlarged family discussed the matter upon viewing the scene together in the Pensieve.
"Of course not," Amelia agreed, grinning. "Considering that he isn't even Harry's guardian, he can sign as many contracts for him as he wishes, and they won't ever get valid."
'Dumbledore is really getting ridiculous,' Lily thought, shaking her head in disbelief at the headmaster's obvious stupidity.
HP
Harry and Susan felt very big, as they observed Lily care for Baby David, their little brother. They even tried to help with the baby, whenever Lily allowed them to hold him or watch him for a few minutes. Sometimes, they entertained the baby with funny stories of Padfoot, the large, black dog. But to their chagrin, David remained asleep most of the time.
"Be patient," Lily told them ever so often. "If he's getting older, he'll be awake much more, and he's going to be happy to have such big siblings who're willing to entertain him."
At the same time, Remus began to teach them letters and numbers, knowing from Rowena's warnings about Harry's future role in the magical world that they were going to need much time for real training, as soon as they were able to cast controlled magical spells.
"Voldemort is not gone yet, and the prophecy still applies to Harry," Rowena informed the adults, her voice laced with concern. "I've seen many visions of fights."
"Well, we can always try to change Harry's future from what you saw, can't we?" Amelia suggested, causing Lily to cast her a grateful nod.
"We're going to properly train him and his sister," James decided.
"Don't forget Neville," Remus added. "He's extremely close to Harry as well. He and Susan will join Harry in whatever he's going to face in the future."
"That reminds me of something," Helga spoke up from the painting. "I believe that you will be able to cure his parents."
"What?" Lily gasped, looking at her many times great grandmother, open mouthed.
"It's a combination of a spell and a potion," Helga continued. "As we're obviously not able to try it out, we can't promise that it's going to work though. Nevertheless, I believe that it's worth an attempt."
HP
Ten minutes later, Lily was standing in Salazar's potions lab at Hogwarts, a hurriedly scribbled recipe on a small parchment laid out on the work table in front of her. 'I can't believe that we'll be able to cure Alice,' she thought, feeling absolutely ecstatic.
"Slowly Lils," James warned her, as she returned to the manor in excitement. "We still can't be certain that it's going to work. "We'll try it out of course, but don't get your hopes up yet and don't tell Augusta or Neville about it."
Letting out a deep sigh, Lily nodded. "I know, but I still hope that it's going to work." 'I look forward to watching from the spy room how Alice tells Dumbledore off for placing Harry with Petunia and then losing him,' she thought, unable to hide a broad grin from James, who observed her in amusement.
"What's so funny?" he enquired, causing Lily to let him in on her expectation of her best friend's future conversation with one stubborn headmaster.
"The funny thing is," Amelia spoke up, who had just entered the Parlour, "that Dumbledore never alerted anyone in the Auror department about Harry vanishing. I'd suppose the Aurors could be an efficient force in the search of missing persons; however, he's just keeping the information at Hogwarts, making Minerva and Severus search by themselves."
"Well, it's Dumbledore," James growled. "He, as the leader of the light, told everyone off who wanted to take Harry in…"
"Thank Merlin," Lily interrupted, pointing out just how devastated any family would be if their foster son suddenly vanished into thin air.
"Yes, that's true," James conceded, "but still, he didn't allow anyone to take Harry in and placed the so-called saviour of the magical world with muggles. That's bad enough, but having to tell them that the child left for good and he can't find him would be devastating for him as the leader of the light."
"The Daily Prophet would have a field day with that," Amelia concurred, chuckling.
"Meli, I got the potion," Lily informed her friend, showing her two small phials. "The question is how to administer it and at the same time cast a spell at Alice and Frank."
Amelia remained pensive for a moment. "You can't just walk into St. Mungo's and tell them that you want to cure the Longbottoms. They'd just put you into the long-time mental ward. I have an idea though."
She interrupted herself, when David, who had been peacefully sleeping in his crib, suddenly began to whimper. He quietened down immediately, however, when Lily began to feed him.
"Do you perhaps know Unspeakable Raros?" Amelia enquired, giving Lily and James a sharp look.
"No," her friends replied, simultaneously. "Should we know him?" James queried, quirking an eyebrow.
Amelia chuckled. "Oh well, he's a good friend of mine, and I seem to be the only one knowing his real identity. He's another victim of Voldemort. Anyway, I could ask him for help."
"How can he be a victim of Voldemort if he's still alive?" James asked in apparent suspicion.
"Just like you, he's hiding under a different name, in his case under his Unspeakable name," Amelia explained, patiently. "He'd be willing to help even if we don't tell him about your real identity though. Afterwards, you can always think about letting him in."
"I think we should try to heal them on our own first," James decided. "We can go in our disguise and just tell them that we want to visit the Longbottoms. It shouldn't be too difficult."
"I'm not sure," Lily said, sighing. "Having an Unspeakable help us might be safer for everyone."
"No," James contradicted. "He won't accept that we just want to try out a spell and a potion, which is not known in our time. He won't believe us if we tell him that we have portraits of Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin and they told us how to cure them."
"That might be," Salazar spoke up from the painting. "Especially if he wants to see the recipe and it contains ingredients, which you don't have in this time. You can't tell anyone about our rooms at Hogwarts."
Lily let out a deep sigh. "All right then, James, let's go there on our own then."
"I could take Sirius," James offered. "We could…"
"No." Amelia cut him off. "Don't even think about it. If you get caught, things will be ugly, which doesn't matter so much with you, as you don't have an identity to keep. However, if Sirius gets caught meddling with patients at St. Mungo's, he'll at least lose his position as an Auror."
"Meli," Lily spoke up in determination. "Will you watch David for an hour?"
"Of course," Amelia replied, gently. "Where are the others?"
"Remus took them out flying," Lily replied, smiling.
"Okay, are you really ready though? Don't go in a rush. Have you practised the spells?" Amelia enquired, eyeing them in apparent concern.
Lily and James nodded, reassuringly.
"I will simply spell the potion into their systems, and then James hast to cast the spell, which Helga taught him," Lily explained. "It's not difficult."
"Good luck then, come back safely, and I'll take care of the little cutie," Amelia replied, gently taking Baby David from Lily.
"Hey little one," she cooed. "You won't have a boring life. Your family is always up to no good."
"You're the right to talk," Godric spoke up, smirking. "Your fiancé is always the first to get into trouble."
'That's true, but not this time,' Lily thought, as she followed James into the fireplace with a feeling of foreboding.
HP
Taking their rings off the thin, golden necklaces, which they usually wore around their necks, Lily and James put their rings onto their fingers, changing their appearance to the ones of Elisabeth and Sebastian Slytherin.
"Are you ready?" James asked, before he pulled his wife into a passionate kiss.
"Now I am," Lily replied, grinning, as he finally released her. "Let's go."
She followed her husband into the fireplace, and a moment later, they stepped out into the entrance hall of the magical hospital.
"We wish to visit Alice and Frank Longbottom," she told a mediwitch.
"Long-time spell ward or something like that," James added.
They were told where the ward was and that they should address the mediwitch or mediwizard on the fourth floor.
"We don't allow guests into our long-time ward, except for immediate family," a mediwizard on the fourth floor informed them. He was about ten years older than Lily and James, and Lily found that she immediately disliked him.
"Alice is my best friend and my son's godmother, while I'm her son's godmother," Lily informed the man, who stared at them in apparent disdain.
"All right then, but this is an exception, and you'll have ten minutes," the mediwizard replied and, seemingly grudgingly, led them into a hospital room equipped with two beds.
Standing in front of Alice's bed, Lily took in her best friend's unfocused expression. 'Just wait, Alice, we're going to cure you of this,' she thought, as she impatiently waited until the mediwizard had closed the door behind himself. Only when they were alone, she quickly spelled the content of one of the small phials right into her best friend's stomach, before she motioned James to go ahead with his spell.
James pulled his wand, however, before he could cast a spell, the door was flung open, and the mediwizard burst into the room, casting a stunning spell at him. Fortunately, James was able to dodge the spell and retaliated with a stunning spell at the mediwizard, who fell to the floor, unmoving.
"Our system has registered that a spell was cast here in this room, which was not a healing spell," another mediwizard said, as he dashed into the room.
Before Lily knew what happened, her husband was engaged in a fight with three hospital employees and was already carrying what seemed to be a broken nose. She hurriedly pulled her wand to assist, quickly stunning two people and casting a tickling charm at a third.
Unfortunately, more people came to their colleagues' rescue, and they quickly resorted to more dangerous spells, which Lily and James had to protect themselves from by casting shielding charms or dodging. When someone managed to cut through her shield and cast a cutting spell at her, while at the same time James had many large boils appear on his face, Lily finally realised that there was no way they could heal Alice or Frank and had to make a new attempt at a different time. The thought 'It's almost as if we were fighting Death Eaters' crossed her mind.
tbc...
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