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The school was full of parents coming to collect their children. Several students, Seamus being the loudest, telling their parents that they were staying for Dumbledore's funeral.
Anyone and everyone came to the funeral. Row after row of white chairs filled the area around the lake. Dumbledore's body laid on a marble slab near a tree. Harry sat with his friends, holding Ginny's hand. He couldn't get the sight of his headmaster's body falling off the Tower out of his mind. He also couldn't get his head around what Draco proclaimed but no one had seen Lily since that night. He watched as McGonagall turned the marble slab into a tomb, encasing the body.
"Mr. Potter, may I have a word?" Scrimgeour asked.
Harry nodded and walked with the Minister. He was asking the same questions that he had asked at Christmas. Harry wasn't really paying attention.
"Will you do it?"
"Huh?"
"Will you agree to come by the Ministry and do an interview stating that all is well?"
"No. I just watched a former teacher kill my headmaster, who was my friend. Nothing is well. If you had bloody well listened to me two years ago after Cedric Diggory's death, this may have been prevented."
Harry stalked off and glanced up at the castle. Something caught his eye and he looked again.
"Hermione! Ron!" he yelled to his friends, pointing to the Whomping Willow.
The three ran to the tree but kept a bit of distance so the branches couldn't hit them. Lily was sitting in the tree looking out at the grounds.
"Lily, please come down. It's not safe," Hemione called.
"I know," Harry said pointedly.
Lily snapped her head at Harry and looked at him. He nodded and she had the tree help her out of its branches. She walked up to her friends.
"How?"
"Malfoy told Dumbledore before Snape killed him."
"What? Snape cast the killing curse? Great. Just what I need."
"Harry, what's going on?" Ron asked.
"How did you hide it?"
"A couple of glamours and a concealment charm," she said, rubbing her lower back.
"Are you OK? You didn't stay to get checked out after the attack," Hermione stated.
"Sleeping in the Shrieking Shack isn't great on the back. I guess I can't hide it anymore. What else did Draco say? Did he say how he found out?"
"Just that Voldemort threatened to kill you and that Snape was going to kill him. Why would he be worried about that?"
Lily pulled her wand and ended the charms she had cast on herself. Her once flat stomach was now large and round.
"Bloody hell," Ron said.
"How far along?"
"As far as I know, I'm overdue. I knew it would be hard to hide it from you and I couldn't keep the charms in place all the time. That's why I've been staying the Shrieking Shack."
"You and the ferret. I can't believe it."
"That's not the worse part. I can't honestly tell you that Draco's the father. I still can't remember what happened. It could be anyone. Well except Snape. I don't think the snake bastard is that sick."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you noticed how Snape's been acting around me? Towards me? He's been like that since he entered my memories at the beginning of the year. It was a certain memory that freaked him out."
"What memory? The torturing?"
"No. The memory of me reading a letter from my mum. Her telling me of a man she knew. A man who was sad that his love married his enemy. A man who mistook my mother for a woman named Lily. A man who became my father. A man you all know as Severus Snape."
Lily rubbed her back as she let her friends soak in the information. They all stared at her. It was Harry who broke the silence.
"Your mum did look like my mum."
"You have his temper and that glare. They're the same," Ron offered.
"I am not my father but his blood does run through my veins. I'm sorry for what he did. I will make sure that he gets what's coming to him," she said.
Lily bent over and breathed deeply. Any normal person would be screaming from the pain but it tickled her more than anything.
"Lily, are you alright?"
"I think so," she said, just before her water broke.
"Hermione, go get McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Ron and I will take Lily to the hospital wing."
The boys supported Lily and helped her to the castle. Hermione ran and got help. Mrs. Weasley overheard so she came as well.
"Hey, Ron. What are you doing here?" Bill asked from his bed.
He caught sight of Lily and Harry and gasped. When he saw her pregnant belly, his fiancée had to push him back into bed.
"Bloody hell, Ron. Tell me that's not yours."
Ron didn't listen to his brother and helped Lily into bed. McGonagall was the first through the doors. She strode up to the bed and looked at Lily who was giggling.
"I can assure you that this is no laughing matter, Ms. Westbrook."
"Don't I know it? I don't know who the bloody father is, my father just killed the man I thought of as my grandfather, and I used Dark magic including an Unforgivable against the Death Eaters. I'm going to be sent to Azkaban."
The room fell silent as they went over what she had said. Madam Pomfrey ushered everyone out so she could check Lily.
"Molly, I need you to help Lily. She must have been in labor for days. Do you need anything for the pain?"
"It doesn't hurt. It tickles. I haven't felt normal pain since Lucius started to use the Cruciatus curse on me."
Madam Pomfrey put a screen up around Lily's bed and Mrs. Weasley grabbed Lily's hand for assurance. The rest paced the hospital wing while they listened to Lily grunt and Madam Pomfrey telling her what to do.
"Just one more push, Lily."
"I can't believe you did this 8 times, Mrs. Weasley," Lily said.
"You don't know half of it. The pain was unbearable."
Ron and Bill paled, just realizing what they must have put their mother though. A bay's cry rang out in the room.
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand and the bed changed. She put the new mother into clean clothes and moved the screen. Everyone came around the bed and looked at the baby. It had red hair, not as dark as Lily's but not as bright as Ron's. The baby's eyes were closed so they couldn't see what color they were. It was wrapped in a white blanket.
"It's a boy."
"Poppy, can you test for paternity?" McGonagall asked.
"I've done some research and found a spell but I needed skin or hair. In my pocket, there are vials with hair from Draco, Blaise, Vincent and Gregory."
Harry grabbed the vials from her pocket and handed them to Madam Pomfrey. Since Draco was the likely choice, they started with the others.
"Mr. Zabini and Mr. Crabbe are not the father. Neither is Mr. Goyle."
"Please Merlin let it be Draco's. I don't want to fathom who else it could be."
"Mr. Malfoy is…"
"Where is she? Where is Ms. Westbrook?"
The Minister and Percy came in the hospital wing. They approached the group and pushed their way through. Both were taken back to see her holding a baby.
"Um…Ms. Westbrook, you need to explain yourself."
"In regards to what, Minister?"
"Your knowledge of the attack."
"There is none. You have been told that my memory of the summer is gone. If they had mentioned it, it was wiped out. I haven't talked to any Slytherins all year. I did not know anything about what was planned. Hell, I don't even know who got me pregnant. I remember absolutely nothing from the summer."
"You didn't hear anything while in your dormitory?"
"No. Death Eaters aren't stupid enough to talk about it in public. Besides I've been staying elsewhere. I haven't touched a toe into the Slytherin dormitory since last year."
"Where have you been staying?"
"Somewhere I know I'd have privacy. It's not your concern where."
"Do you know anything of what happened to the Death Eaters during the attack?"
"What do you want to know? They attacked and I defended myself."
"What of the man whose finger nails were ripped out?" the Minister asked.
"I spent over a year living with the Malfoys. Lucius taught Draco and I about the Dark Arts. But that specific spell was one that Lucius used on me personally on Voldemort's orders the summer I spent getting tortured.
"I admit I used a few Dark spells to defend myself and those who were fighting. If you had been here you would have seen the chaos yourself."
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Scrimgeour asked.
Lily handed the bay over to Ron, who was standing beside her. The horrid look on his face almost made Lily laugh. She got out of bed and walked over to the Minister and Percy. They had both pulled their wands. Lily chuckled before turning to Percy.
"You're a bloody git for the way you've treated your family. Sending back presents unwrapped, not even saying hello in the whole time you've been here, you have yet to acknowledge your mother or either brother, one of whom was attacked by a werewolf. At a time like this, family is all that should matter. Either pull that stick out of your ass or I swear to Merlin, I'll make you a eunuch so you have a reason for being so childish.
"Madam Pomfrey, when will Bill be released?" Lily said.
"In a few days."
"And I assume you'll be having a celebration, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Of course."
"Good because Percy will be there with flowers for you or Ginny won't be the only girl anymore. Got that?"
Percy nodded and left even before Scrimgeour could turn away. Lily got back into bed and took back her son.
"That was bloody brilliant. Finally someone put that prat in his rightful place. Could you really turn him into a eunuch?" Ron said.
"I found the spell for the git who did this to me. I'm sorry if I stepped over bounds with Percy but with the attacks and everything, I couldn't let him continue to treat his only family like dirt."
"You didn't tell them," Hermione said.
"About the Unforgivable? Yeah. They didn't ask specifically besides I lumped it in with the term Dark spells. Sometimes fighting dirty is the only way to win. I could have easily killed every Death Eater with an Avada Kedavra instead of Crucio but then the father I never knew and the father of my son would be gone."
"Speaking of which, Poppy, is Draco Malfoy the father?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes."
Lily let out a string of curses. Mrs. Weasley wanted to stop her but thought she was entitled to vent her frustration.
"When I see that asshole, I'm going to give him something to remember me by. He'll be lucky if he can pee when I'm through with him," Lily threatened.
"Everyone out. Ms. Westbrook needs her rest and you, Mr. Weasley, should be in bed."
Bill and Fleur went off to his bed and everyone else looked at Lily and the baby before leaving. Harry was the last to leave.
"You're more than welcome to stay at Grimmauld Place. There's plenty of room and you'll be safe."
"I'll be fine wherever I am. I can't say the same for Draco once I find him. Thanks, Harry."
Lily cuddled her son until Madam Pomfrey gave her a potion to sleep. She held the baby and conjured up a bassinet. The healer tucked the baby into the bassinet and left.
I never thought I'd have to deliver a baby here at Hogwarts, she thought.