THREE MONTHS LATER
Lily and James were having the baby. They were really going to do it. Of course, they hadn't broadcasted this yet. Lily wasn't quite big enough to be showing through her winter clothes yet, so they were trying to keep it under wraps if they could. Especially with the death eaters mulling around, in larger numbers than ever. James and Lily had struck an agreement about all that, as well. Lily would, of course, stay in the order and go on protection detail, and stand watch for missions… but no more raids. They both agreed it was for the best. Of course, it took Lily a little while to come around to that decision, but she had, nonetheless. One of the hardest things was having to come around to the fact that she wasn't responsible for only herself anymore.
The only people they had officially told about the baby so far were James's parents, the other marauders, Dumbledore and Moody (so they would know why Lily wouldn't be going on rainds anymore), and Frank and Alice. As luck would have it, Alice was also pregnant. Only a few weeks further along than Lily.
Lily had quit her job at the coffee shop. They were more involved with the order than ever, and Lily didn't want to have a job at a public place that would make it so easy to find her. She didn't want to hide, but she didn't want to be careless either. He knew it went against a part of her nature to just sit by and hide, but she did so without complaining anyways. She had, however, complained about not being able to contribute financially, but she knew James had enough money to hold them for as long as they needed.
Right now, the two of them were sitting on the couch, Lily's feet draped over James's lap as she sat sideways (badly) knitting something that James couldn't quite make out. James sat next to the small coffee table with the radio on it. Right now, it was playing a slow song by a group called "niffler nightcap." yeah. James didn't know why anyone would name a band that either.
"James, dear, love of my life… please change this stupid song." Lily groaned, leaning her head back against the couches arm rest.
"Why?"
"Because music like this is what makes people hate themselves."
"What?" James laughed at her serious tone
"You know what I mean," she sat up "you think 'oh, lets see if there's anything good on the radio.' you turn on the box that usually plays such good music, and what do you hear? This bloody mess that makes Romeo and Juliet seem tame by comparison."
"Who and who?"
Lily was opening her mouth to explain to him who those random people were, when a knock sounded on their door. James and Lily shared a look.
"Expecting anyone?" she asked cautiously
"No. I take it you weren't either?"
She shook her head right back and the two of them stood, grabbing their wands and making their way to the door just as a second knock sounded.
James opened the door slowly, sighing in relief and swinging it all the way open when he saw who it was.
"To what do we owe this- er- surprise, Dumbledore?" James asked, motioning for him to step in.
"'Tis only a quick visit, i'm afraid. And it is not bred under the best of circumstances."
"What is it?" Lily asked, shoving her want in the elastic band of her pants.
"I should think we might need to take a seat for this."
Oh. a seat taking matter. Not good.
The three of them sat at the small dining table, the chandelier light flickering overhead. James needed to remember to fix that. Well, to tell Lily to fix it. Muggle lightbulbs weren't exactly his specialty.
"Best if I just say it, I suppose." Dumbledore started, clasping his slender hands together.
"Yes, please." Lily urged, her natural tendency for impatience showing.
"I have just been down in hogsmeade, interviewing new professors for the position of divination professor. I met with one lady, who, as it turns out, is a descendant of a magnificent seer. I didn't expect much out of her, truly. These gifts are so rare it is not often one finds someone who truly possess them."
James nodded along, wondering what the point could possibly be.
"Her behavior at the meeting made me think I was correct in my assumptions of her, but I don't surmise that I could have been more wrong. Just as I was getting up to leave, things took a bit of a peculiar turn"
"She seemed to be overcome by a prophecy," Dumbledore's voice grew more grave "a prophecy that I think may be about the two of you."
