Drabble Request Thread; for Megsy42: James II, Albus Severus, "There's nothing we can do."

Also for the Just Dialogue/Description Challenge.

WARNING!! Character death! Also implied threesome relationship. Please proceed with caution.

Survivors

"Potter, Lily!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"WHAT?"

"Mr. Potter, if you would kindly refrain from interrupting the Sorting—"

"But Professor, my sister—"

"Not another word, or it's detention, Potter."

"Psst! James! This can't be happening! How can we get Lils in Gryffindor where she belongs?"

"Al, you know it's her life. Besides, it's the Sorting Hat!"

"But James, she—"

"There's nothing we can do."

--

"Mom, Dad, these are my friends, Luther Dagworth and Vulpecula Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you both."

"Thanks so much for letting us stay this summer, Mr. and Mrs. Potter."

"YES! They loved you guys!"

"LIls, are you sure—"

"Gotta go, Al! V's brother Scorpius is gonna teach us Quiz-Quill!"

"James! Lily's friends are nasty, bigoted Slytherins!"

"They're not that bad; just because their parents—"

"But they're Slytherins, James!"

"So's Lily."

"How could she bring them here? They're obviously just using her—maybe they're trying to get close to Dad for an assassination plot!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Al."

"I'm not—don't you remember that Howler, about kidnapping us, and—James, how can you be so calm?"

"There's nothing we can do."

--

"I'm pregnant!"

"Lily, sweetheart, that's great! When are you due?"

"April—right around Teddy's birthday, actually."

"As long as you're sure—we're really happy for you, darling."

"Yeah—can't believe my baby sister's gonna be a mom!"

"Was I the only person in there who remembers Lily's not married? James!"

"That's none of our business, Al. Face it: you can't control Lily forever."

"I never could."

"She's an adult now, and you have to respect that."

"I do?"

"If you want to keep her in your life."

"Did she say who the father was?"

"No—must be Dagworth, though. She's sleeping with both of them, you know."

"WHAT? My sister's sleeping around with wicked, nasty, Slytherin g—"

"Excuse me. I can't have you talking about my wife that way."

"Wife—oh, right, she's a Slytherin, isn't she? Sorry James, you know I didn't mean her—for all she's a Malfoy, too, I mean good Godric—no, don't go, I'm sorry, James!"

"It. Is. None. Of. Your. Business. Lily's old enough to make these decisions for herself."

"Both of them, though?"

"They're anti-establishment."

"I can't believe this."

"There's nothing we can do."

--

"There was an accident—I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Lily Luna Potter is dead."

"No! My baby!"

"Accident? What kind of accident? 'Cause, y'know, Lily's had accidents before—"

"This is different, Al. I saw her body. There's not gonna be any last-minute Draught-of-Living-Death or essence-of-dittany-cures this time. She's gone, brother."

"There has to be something—isn't your wife the best Potioneer since Severus Snape? Or maybe—"

"There's nothing. I'm going to go help with the funeral arrangements."

"No, James, wait! This can't be happening! How can you just 'make arrangements' like all Lily did was inconvenience you? Our sister—"

"Is dead. There's nothing we can do, Al."

"SHUT UP! Just shut up!"