A/N: Welcome to my new story!

English is not my native language so apologies for the inevitable mistakes. This is a Hannibal x Harry Potter crossover, written in a bit of an impulse so I'm not sure when the next chapter will be ready.

Though I hope you'll like it, do let me know?

I've made a moodboard for the prologue which can be found on my tumblr; WriterRose1998.

Now, enjoy!

Lily cursed.

She cursed a blue streak as she watched the formerly mud-brown potion turn a cheerful yellow as the three drops of her blood mixed into it. Positive.

She was pregnant.

"Fuck." Sinking down on the toilet, Lily squeezed her eyes shut. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

Only just back from her honeymoon, and pregnant already. Two months along, judging from the brightness of the yellow potion she'd brewed in secret whenever James left. The math was obvious and only made her curse again, her red hair sparking with power as it reacted to her turbulent emotions.

She was pregnant in the middle of a civil war.

"Stupid." She cursed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm so fucking stupid."

Lily was twenty years old and pregnant. She was pregnant and the father was not her husband of two weeks.

James couldn't be the father. They'd both been so busy with finishing their Masteries before the wedding that they hadn't had the energy to do more than give each other an exhausted kiss here and there.

No, the father was a young police officer she'd met while taking a last trip as an unmarried woman to New Orleans. He'd been adorable and with Marlene's urging, she'd approached him for a dance.

Mardi Gras had seemed like such a good idea, New Orleans far away from the war. Mardi Gras the perfect moment for Lily and her friends to celebrate her upcoming wedding and just forget about the trouble brewing at home.

The war was getting worse, sides were being chosen and Lily had been feeling trapped. She was a muggleborn, a muggleborn involved with a pureblood. One side tolerated her but secretly thought James would have been better off with a different wife, and the other side thought she was lower that the dirt beneath their boots just because her parents weren't magical.

And yet, twice had Lord Voldemort offered a place in his ranks for both her and James.

They'd refused, because how could they not? Lily could never join someone who hated her blood, hated her wonderful parents and awful sister. Instead, they'd joined the other side. The Order of the Phoenix, led by their former Headmaster.

Albus Dumbledore fought for what was right. In his Order, Lily and James felt like they were doing something good.

But the war heated up more and more, and every day the Daily Prophet shared horrific news of raids and death.

It was a stressful time.

Resting her head against the cool tiles, Lily tried to calm the storm brewing inside of her. "This can't be happening. I made a mistake. The potion had to be wrong, it had to be."

But Lily knew she hadn't made a mistake. She never did when she brewed potions, brewing came as naturally to her as breathing. Potions and Charms were her best subjects, and she'd worked hard to get the offer for a Mastery under one of the best Charm Masters in Britain.

Lily was powerful, a fact that had confounded her pureblooded schoolmates. She was smart and always worked hard, consistently putting her in the top three in Hogwarts no matter the subject.

James had as well after he started trying, but he was a pureblood. In their eyes it was expected for him to be powerful.

Their hypocrisy confounded Lily.

Many purebloods like the Crabbe, Flint and Goyle families were so inbred that they were little more than squibs. Yet they still lorded their power over people like Lily. Mudblood she might be, but Lily had more magical power in her pinkie finger than those so-called 'purebloods'.

So the point was that she'd welcomed a break.

Marlene, Alice and Mary, her best friends, had come up with Mardi Gras for Lily's bachelorette party. The boy's on the other hand, had decided to do their stag night in the Shrieking Shack for nostalgia's sake.

She, Mary, Marlene and Alice had travelled there with James's cheerful blessing, her fiancé having planned the trip with his own with his friends simultaneously. The Marauders just about bouncing on their toes behind him as they said goodbye, grinning.

Alright, Sirius bounced like his other form and the other two just smiled.

Lily had shot a telling look to the smartest of the four, and Remus had smiled at her. Only the slightest bit reassured, Lily really should have been more worried about her own tendency to find herself in the most ridiculous situations.

"See you soon, Lily-pad." James had said, mischief shining his hazel eyes. "Drink something nice for me?"

They had kissed goodbye, and then the portkey transported the four girls over the ocean all the way to Louisianna.

It had been amazing. The colours, the people, everything felt so alive.

She'd felt so free, unburdened. Lily had danced the night away, surrounded by her friends. But on the second and last night she would be there, something had been different. She remembered the feverish heat, the cool drink in her hand that was somehow always full.

Marlene and Mary giggling in her ear as they pointed towards a guy nursing his drink. She remembered a bashful smile, dark curls and pretty blue eyes that barely dared to meet her own.

Will.

His name had been Will Graham and he was a police officer out on a bit of a holiday of his own.

Brilliant Will. He was smart, she remembered that much. She also remembered his hands on her hips as they danced, music pounding in their ears. Her hand in his dark brown curls, his lips on hers. A hotel room, laughing and nothing. That was all she recalled about that night. She'd snuck back to her own hotel in the early morning, slipping in her bed as if she'd never been anywhere else.

Lily groaned, still staring at the potion. She barely remembered that night, only flashes. She still couldn't believe that she'd done that, cheated on James. He'd told her to have fun, giving her that obnoxious wink of his, but she was pretty sure he hadn't meant this much fun.

Alcohol. It had been the alcohol.

Merlin, she was never drinking again.

Couldn't drink again now that she was having a baby.

Her sister could never find out about this, Lily suddenly thought, slightly horrified. Petunia hated her already but if she found out about a baby who was not her husbands? Then any chance of the two of them ever reconciling was over. Her sister would sneer at her and slam the door in her face, harder than she'd ever done before.

Being a freak was one thing, but having a baby out of wedlock? That would be something her sister could never accept.

She was lucky that James had forgiven her when she told him, guilt ridden and sick with shame. James had been quiet at her confession, hurt. But they'd talked about it, about what it meant and what she wanted. If she still wanted to marry him.

They worked on their relationship and by the time their wedding approached, James and Lily were stronger than ever. And now, around two months later, Lily had to tell her husband she was carrying Will's baby. Not James's, Will's.

Lily stood up and walked towards the mirror, eyes searching her body for any changes. She looked the same. Same long red hair and green eyes, same freckles and pale skin.

Same old Lily.

Yet there was something different about her, something only she knew.

A baby, a child of her own was growing inside of her. Was it a girl? A boy? Would they share her red hair and freckles, or her green eyes? Or would they have dark brown curls and blue eyes?

Longing shot through her at the thought, the image of a child vivid in her mind.

Lily's breath hitched, her hand going to her still flat stomach as a breathtaking smile appeared. Love spread through her and she nodded to herself, resolved.

A baby, she was going to have a baby.

Lily Potter nee Evans was going to be a mum.

How on earth was she going to tell James?