James sighed heavily.
"Don't worry mate, it isn't as if we've found anyone either," his best mate Sirius said, patting him on the back (in a manly fashion.) "C'mon, we're graduating!"
"I guess. That meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore is tonight, isn't it?"
"Ah, welcome, boys. I'd like to offer to you the opportunity to join the Order of the Phoenix, an elite group dedicated to the eradication of the Dark Lord."
"I think you lost James, sir," Peter Pettigrew squeaked, a bit more courageous now that he had his diploma in hand and didn't have to hide from the teachers for fear it would be held back to bribe a lack of pranks.
Dumbledore blinked, noticing that the Potter Heir was, indeed, staring at someone other than himself.
"Ah, I see you've met the newest allies to the Order," Dumbledore said.
"No, but I'd like to," James said, eyes still glued to the green-eyed redhead sitting in the corner of the Headmaster's office.
"Lily, Lily Potter," she said offering her hand. "Weretiger."
"Prongs, are you sure about this?" Remus hissed, using the nickname as a subtle indication that he was saying this as a mate. "I mean, werecats can't do wanded magic! Any kids you have will be the same way!"
"Doesn't matter," James said firmly. "I love her. And she's bloody scary with that Ritual Magic of hers anyway."
"Awwww, isn't he cute," the midwife coo'ed. Lily smiled wanly as her newborn son clung to her breast hungrily.
"How come his eyes are shut?" James asked, puzzled.
"Cubs are born that way," Lily said, absently reaching down with her head and licking her cub's soft fur clean. "James, do you want to hold him?"
The sight of a man who had once disemboweled a Death Eater and then Banished him blanching at the thought of holding his own child made everyone else grin.
Voldemort approached the house carefully. While they couldn't cast magic as he knew it, meaning that if you caught them unawares you just had to deal with their physical brute force, if a werecat knew you were coming you could generally expect wards and ritual charms of all sorts.
Which was why he'd brought along the two Death Eaters who were also professional wardbreakers.
Dumbledore held the baby carefully, wincing as Harry's claws dug in briefly. He was somewhat sure that the young male weretiger was dreaming of hunting. With the other hand, he slid a finger over the large gemstone Hagrid had also brought.
"The last Ritual of Lily Potter," he murmured.
"Per'fessor?" Hagrid rumbled.
"I believe that here, Lily trapped the remaining soul of Voldemort," Dumbledore said, "in an effort that despite her death, we'd find a way to finally deal with him."
Tears immediately grew in Hagrid's eyes.
"There, there, Hagrid," Dumbledore said. "Her and James' son still lives. I honestly do not know where he will live now, though. Perhaps with Lily's clan of weretigers, or with a small family of werejaguars who owe me a favour for correcting a small defect. Yes."
A/N: Okay, basic inspiration was after reading some more Gold Digger stuff on the Anime Addventure. Make of that what you will. The twist I introduced, though, was that werecats are unable to cast wanded magic, but instead are very, very gifted with ritual type stuff (think Druids, or Buffy-style.)