The Girls

Lily breathed in and then out carefully. For her research, she told herself firmly. How it had all spiraled to this, she couldn’t quite remember. One minute it was innocent enough, just researching for a potion that could help barren or otherwise struggling couples with fertility. She’d read about the challenges that Briton wixen faced, which she had to assume was from the isolationism and inbreeding. Even if inbreeding didn’t have nearly so many of the more dangerous health problems that muggles had, it did still have unfortunate effects. Those effects, all the same, had potions and rituals and regiments meant to negate them or otherwise ease them. Learning disabilities, minor physical deformities, problems of the bone.

All of those had answers.

Except for the issue of lower fertility or outright infertility.

Now, let it be said that Lily wholeheartedly did not approve of inbreeding. Whether that be for animals, but especially not for people.

Disgusting, in a word.

But, the product of the unfortunate ‘tradition’ of keeping blood ‘pure’ didn’t ask to be born to that kind of thing.

Still, the potion mostly came to her mind when she accidentally heard her aunt tearfully talking to her mum about her own fertility struggles. She’d thought, when she heard of it, that magic must have some kind of answer.

It didn’t. At least none that weren’t incredibly risky or blatantly just outdated lies that only might help in a one in one hundred chance. Lily was praised for being the brightest witch of her year and the whole project had begun because she wanted her aunt Marigold to be happy. It really hadn’t started as a huge undertaking either because surely there had been some kind of research she could build off of or tweak in some way already. Right?

Wrong.

And now, somehow, it had managed to jump down the proverbial rabbit hole into what she collectively termed as her research.

Lily could be stubborn and tenacious when she wanted to be. And when she found something she wanted to figure out or do, like a dog with a bone. Or, she amended as she glanced at her cat Wiggles in frustration, a cat with a feather, as she tried to pry it away from her.

“Where did you even get this? Were you chasing around the owls again?” she admonished her tiny orange tabby. She growled, tugging at the feather determinedly. Lily huffed and let it go.

She had bigger things to worry about. Like putting her plan, for her research, into motion.

Purebloods. Malfoy, Black, Potter.

Halfblood. Severus, Brown, Li.

Six men she’d boiled it down to that fit parameters she’d set.

Malfoy, whose family traces back the French Malfois and, with some digging, some crossovers with Dames Blanches in their blood in the not too distant past. Partially, she suspected, where their stubborn pale colorings come from because when she was deep enough in their histories, the Malfois had dark brown hair and more a golden complexion until a suspicious entry of a pale woman that was blotted out seemed to override that entirely. More research, and a few favors, had gotten her the rare, juicy bit of information from one of Alice Meadowe’s cousins in the French Rosiers branch had given her.

That is, the Dames Blanches- and, once or twice, managed to pull Zimadevushka during a brief decade long stay somewhere in Russia whose exact location wasn’t disclosed. Fae-folk. How someone had managed to marry one, she had no clue because while according to texts even if they weren’t known to be particularly malicious, they were very...Whim driven. If anything, it might have been that one of them decided she liked the look of a Malfois man and demanded marriage. The Dames Blanches weren’t known to be aggressive, but there were definite and unfortunate consequences for disregarding their whims and wants should one have the unfortunate luck to come to the attention of one of them. The Zimadevushka on the other hand were known to eat hapless muggle men and usually didn’t much bother with wizards or witches and like the Dames Blanches, were known for china or bone-white skin and pale shades of white hair and beauty.

The Malfoys had split off from the Malfois a good stretch of time ago, but not so distant that the pale nature of their looks washed out.

Coincidentally, the Blacks also had close ties to their French ancestry and, generations ago, boasted of unique magical gifts. Metamorphmagi and natural ease with animagus magics were the most prominent of those boasts. But they’d since died down considerably because of what she believed was- well, the inbreeding, the smaller magical pool. From what she’d been able to read across Pureblood families when she was trying to slim down her potential vict- guinea pi- targets, besides fertility issues rising, the families that preferred to marry within the Ministry’s range- England, Scotland and Ireland- and only with other Purebloods, gifts and vaunted magical abilities were stripped and the likelihood of producing squibs rose significantly. Obviously, she wasn’t the only person to notice the trend, but it seemed that many Pureblood zealots had more or less pushed such publications about the matters or potential laws or regulations about aside entirely and their power in the Ministry allowed them to push such ‘ideas’ and ‘speculation’ to the fringes.

And with recent sentiment in the handful of generations, even families that had before married to even just other European Purebloods had dwindled down dramatically.

Which was partially where Potter had come to her attention, despite the Potter in her year being an absolute irredeemable toe-rag. Because even though he was an only child, their fertility issues had less to do with potential incest and a much more limited gene pool and more to do with an unfortunate dueling accident Dorea Potter nee Black had been in when she was younger.

Because the Desi Potters remembered Sinhalese (noted as Ceylon in the books) roots and connections and every generation or two or three, married from families there. Usually, there were more than just one Potter per generation and the firstborn, strangely, almost exclusively boys.

(She did have a few terrible theories on why, anything from ‘only male sons matter, kill the female’ to just spells and potions while the mother was pregnant to ensure a male but that wasn’t really important-)

But Charlus’ brothers had met unfortunate ends, one in the fight against Grindelwald’s forces and the other to a bad bout of dragon pox. Any other branch of Potter, likely Charlus’ great-great uncle, lived with his wife and family in Sri Lanka and weren’t technically in the English Potter’s roster and any children or grandchildren he had were Sri Lankan and firmly out of her reach. Not only that, but thanks to their revisited marriages to the island and India as a whole for marriage, they also had some abilities considered rare or exotic here on the Isles. Parseltongue, she had been rather shocked to learn, a form of animal speech that around the Isles was known for being a purely Slytherin gift. Apparently, it was a pretty uncommon but not impossible to find gift throughout Asia and Africa both.

Which fed into some other side research about Salazar Slytherin hailing from China or Nepal or being descended from parents perhaps from either state but that was a story and long winding rabbit hole for another time.

Anyways, that wasn’t the only reason Potter was of note. In an old, really just tattered old book of names and family lines that was probably hundreds of years old-

She found a name. Peverell. At first she hadn’t thought much of it, just another Frenchwoman marrying into the Potters. Except in her dowry came a family Grimoire and a very particular note about an invisibility cloak passed down through her family.

Lily was no expert on invisibility cloaks, but she had heard one of her more savvy friends complain that the one she bought to sneak around with her boyfriend had already worn down.

So she researched a little bit. Woven from the hair of a Demiguise, who were interesting little creatures besides their ability to turn invisible when they felt threatened, cloaks would eventually lose the Demiguise’s natural invisibility ability over the course of twenty years or so at the most according to the claims of one of the few producers of such cloaks.

It was interesting enough to really keep her eye on the Potters in her research even if, again, the one she personally knew was an awful berk. Did that Grimoire have special alchemical formulas? The Potters were well known potioneers too.

Technically speaking, if she wasn’t particularly careful, her plan necessitated line theft, which was an actual punishable offense under the Ministry. Which, she supposed, made a little bit of sense from what she knew of Pureblood society, the ones that cared about keeping their blood ‘pure’ and ‘muggle blood is dirty’, blah blah blah. Besides, some of those families had status.

Ranks. As in, nobility ranks, as in peerage.

But not the same as the muggle counterparts, even if the titles were the same.

Duke, of which there was only one family who had the peerage on the magical side at the moment and even then, the head of the family and thus, Duke, was a childless, heirless vampire and so often didn’t technically count in terms of peerage under Ministry laws about creatures and beings but who still legally held the title. Marquess, of which three families hold the title. Count, which five held. Viscount which only two had. And Baron, which had eight families attributed.

The Malfoys held Count and while they had nothing to do much in terms of the county they had personally, still held the peerage and ultimately had some amount of authority in their Wiltshire based county over the magical side of the wizarding hidden land. And, according to ledgers, commonly held important advisory roles in the Ministry.

The Blacks held the greater Marquess title and while their current family home, as in the home of the current ‘Lord’ branch was in a mixed section of London, they had three counties under their belt so to speak and had before been considered a frontier household. Hence the peerage, despite it coming from a bygone era. As she knew it, the Black girl in her year, Narcissa Black and her branch of the family lived in one of the counties, a purely hidden wizarding area of county that was so old it had actually been part of Mercia. Nowadays, and after name changes through the years, the county there under Black name was called Bolineford and its responsibilities at the moment lay heavily by delegation of the current Marquis Black, on Narcissa’s parents and in general her branch of the Blacks. She didn’t actually know Narcissa personally, but she had heard about it all the same through the general grapevine.

The other Black in her year, unlike Narcissa, she did know. Because he was in her House and he was nearly as bad, if not worse, than the Potter of her year and House. Who he happened to be bestfriends with.

Both of them were in line to become head of their respective names, Sirius Black inheriting the Marquess peerage despite the turbulence between him and his family and James Potter taking on the lowest peerage, the Potter barony.

Given their Desi origins, it was clear why despite their blood being as old and ‘Pure’ as many other families, probably even older actually, they only held a barony. Their land, barony, had been given to them a long time ago by the Dukedom family in return for- the story was unclear exactly, but something to do with drowning so she assumed a Potter saved someone from the Duke’s family and got the land and title in return. Or, someone from the Duke’s family drowned a Potter and the land and title were compensation, thinking about the terrible things she’d read old families did. Either way, Lugentbury nonetheless had a full blown small castle on the land and it might be more accurate to say that the Potter’s barony was far more akin to a county in itself.

But those titles of peerage didn’t mean much to her- only that it might trip some of the bloodline theft laws that she wanted to avoid.

She had a plan for that too.

Those three were her Pureblood targets.

Her other three, halfbloods…

She couldn’t forgive Severus for what he said, the path he was going down. But she would admit that having him on her list was partly because of sentimentality for the boy she used to know rather than who he has become. All the same, his Prince lineage before him had boasted their own talent that had more or less died out over years of marrying into the same bloodlines over and over again. Natural occlumens. She hadn’t been aware of things like occlumancy or legilimancy before but given it was a rather obscure and often difficult magical art, she could hardly be blamed.

Brown’s grandfather was a squib that married a Halfblood and the terms and conditions for being classed as a Pureblood tended to be murky but it was generally several generations without immediate muggle blood in the family which seemed ridiculous in her personal opinion. There wasn’t all that much to make the Brown name shine in comparison to the rich histories of the Malfoys, Blacks, Potters and even the Princes. Except for one little thing.

Now let it be said that Lily didn’t put much stock into Divination but the Browns were known to have sired a prominent Seer every so often with a rarer talent in them for something like thoughtography which wasn’t a medium she had known about beforehand but she’d been learning all kinds of things since her research began. More or less, their magic can ‘burn’ the Visions be it imagery or word depending on the Seer’s brand of Vision, onto anything from stone, tanned hides, wood, metals, parchment, glass. It was where the apparently famous Hall of Prophecy had gotten its inspiration for holding prophecies the way they did.

And the last, Li. His father’s parents came from a prominent Chinese family that Li’s grandfather had been more or less struck from after ditching the woman he was supposed to marry to instead marry a hedge-wixen and running off to the Isles. More importantly, the Lai family from which his grandfather ran from had been prominent for their natural fire elemental ability and as such, immunity to fire of all sorts. Including dragon fire.

They ran a dragon preserve because of it.

These six families were her targets for her research.

At least, the ones she had the best access to while not compromising the things that made them potential targets in the first place.

Now came the harder, but not hardest part.

Arguably, there were a few ways she could go about this phase of the plan. The preferable option, in her personal opinion, would be to collect blood from her targets and use the admittedly Dark but supremely obscure ritual and potion combination to get her results but that would clash with her experimental potion.

Another option was artificial insemination, though she wasn’t totally sure how she would manage that without using some sort of mind controlling or altering spells or charms- and all of those were various shades of illegal.

The third, and in her opinion, least pleasant option was...The...Old fashioned way.

...Lily wasn’t a virgin or anything so she wasn’t squeamish about saving herself or something but…

And, arguably, Lily didn’t need to be the test subject. But she also didn’t dare try to rope in anyone else into this kind of research plan and she wasn’t sure who she could ask even if she did want to ask. Her dormmate and closest friend Alice? Absolutely not, she was already engaged to Frank Longbottom (and good for her!). Vera Huang? No, her other dormmate actually was saving herself for marriage. Tiffany Vane? Her brother Roman would likely find out and all her research would be all to cock. Crystal Douglas? Crystal was very, very firmly a lesbian.

Outside of her dormmates, even if Lily had plenty of other friends, she didn’t trust to tell or share her plans or research.

And she couldn’t exactly not tell her test subjects about what her research was about, not with what she’d be asking of them.

That is, to get pregnant for research. Have a child for research.

With an experimental potion to boot for said research.

...Lily really only meant to make a fertility potion that might help her aunt.

xXx

She’d fine-tuned a charm that worked with her fertility potion to more or less keep inseminated eggs in stasis. She didn’t want to graduate pregnant after all. Or, not visibly, clearly pregnant. It would let her control when she wanted the inseminated egg to actually start growing, and, how many to grow. She didn’t want to be pregnant with sextuplets! Especially not for her first pregnancy!

As such, it became time to...Unfortunately...Begin the insemination phase.

At least when she put it like that it didn’t sound so personal.

Black was the easiest. From the point of her research she could have tried his younger brother a year below them in Slytherin, but Black was the easiest because he was easy. Even though he slept strictly with women, she was surprised he didn’t just fuck anything with a hole.

Besides, she got to remain perfectly anonymous with Sirius Black.

All she had to do was hide in an alcove as he was returning from one detention or another, drag him into said alcove and start aggressively kissing him.

Just in case, she had a charm over her rather distinct sherry-wine red hair and another one over her voice since he knew it from years of her chiding or reprimanding he and his friends for one thing or another. It was dark enough and late enough that she was pretty much entirely obscured anyways besides hiding in a shady alcove.

When he left it was with a cheery whistle and a spring in his step and Lily tamped down on her own disgust, muttering a charm to help keep his...Stuff inside her until the other charm she’d hobbled together could confirm one of her eggs was inseminated.

In terms of aiding infertility, it also boosted the general effects of fertility- namely, eggs, their health and their production rate. Lily was already healthy and didn’t have any fertility issues according to the charms and potion tests she took beforehand.

Muggle sex education taught her that women were born with a set amount of eggs, no more and no less. But the wixen were...A little bit different. While wixen aged what she considered normally until full maturation a handful of years after puberty. Then, their aging slows to the point that the average witch or wizard could easily surpass a century barring any accidents or risky illnesses. Or murder.

Studies she’d seen in that nature has documented some wixen as old as three hundred and seventy years old and that’s without the influence of creature or being blood mixed in. Even Headmaster Dumbledore only looked as old as he did from stress (and probably some less kind genetics a little bit). With the upheaval of Grindelwald’s war, it wasn’t all that shocking then that wixen numbers are down or that those who lived through it seemed to be more heavily aged than contemporaries in more peaceful parts of the world.

Anyways, for their varying longer lifespans, the state of egg production was really just that- their bodies and magic could create eggs if they were healthy and their magic not terribly damaged or warped made for better fertility.

Presumably with the right potions and spells, maybe rituals, a wixen man could also produce eggs. Though they’d need to then create a womb and vaginal tunnel if they actually wanted to carry a baby, which would require either some very masterful transfiguration or yet more potions, spells or rituals.

Thoughts for another time she decided, but took out a notepad to scribble down so as not to forget.

All that so say, she could have an egg germinated and didn’t need to wait for another egg to move from her fallopian tubes- which, if she were a muggle, wouldn’t happen or at least was unlikely to happen because her body will have noted the already inseminated egg.

Having eggs wasn’t the issue with fertility in the wixen population, unless one was struck with a curse that somehow disrupted the process specifically or, had taken potions that damaged the ability or otherwise warped the ability or damaged the magic.

A lot of times, from what she’s read, it was a case of what happened after the egg was inseminated or, it was the fault of the sire’s bits or infertility.

Anyways, once she got the confirmation, all she had to do was take a dose of her potion again and her body would pretty immediately develop another ripe healthy egg ready to be used with only light magical exhaustion as a price.

Once the small charm let out a little chime noise she was quick to clean herself fully, having healed the hickeys Black sucked into her skin and the teeth marks he’d left, alongside the bruises she’d felt forming on her hips. She pulled out a separate notepad, crossing Black off.

Next up, Brown.

To be clear, she wasn’t going in alphabetical order, she just needed some good looking eye candy to recover from the horror of having had sex with Sirius Black.

And Brown was just...So handsome. The Hufflepuff was a year ahead of her in Seventh but, thankfully through Crystal who knew through her sister Pearl, Hugo Brown was perfectly fine with casual hook ups, and supremely discrete about them.

His dimpled smile and playful but attentive care when she’d met him in an empty classroom on a free block was...Surprisingly playful. It was actually pretty lovely. And well, that he played Beater on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and had rather splendid shoulders and burly arms helped, the warm deep brown of his skin a fetching sight as his muscles flexed getting redressed.

He grinned at her again when he caught her ogling and played with a strand of her hair as he gave her a farewell kiss and an offer to do it again sometime and a ‘later days, sunshine’ before she was alone in the room and still a little dazed. She’d had sex before, sure, but she’d never been eaten out before this.

What a hunk, she thought dreamily before shaking it off. After a few minutes her charm chimed and she hummed, deciding to take a shower rather than immediately spell away the sweat and...Other things.

On her secondary notepad, she crossed out Brown but couldn’t help but put a little heart near it. Brown was just such a heartthrob.

Li was next.

(She hadn’t meant to go alphabetical but it seemed to be ending up that way anyways. Probably something in her brain about it, since it was an organizational method she just liked in general.)

Li was actually a year below her but only because his birthday fell just out of time to have been in her year. Otherwise she’d feel awfully weird about sleeping with someone who was only fifteen and a half or something.

He wasn’t bad looking at all- purely from a visual point, none of them were bad looking but…

Well Lily supposed she’s probably a bit biased against Black, Potter and Malfoy. Black and Potter because they were total scuzz buckets and Malfoy because from anything she’d been able to hear about the older, graduated Slytherin spelt out a bigoted arse who’d call her a mudblood.

Yuze Li, lanky but lean, had a gentle face and soft petal pink round lips that moved gently all across her chest when given the opportunity and his long hair was silky and perfect to run her fingers through. And, when she tugged on that long pretty hair (it was nicer than hers even) he made the prettiest noise she think she ever might have heard. He encouraged her to take charge, and otherwise prettily obeyed and did as told. It was a refreshing and admittedly eye opening situation for her and she had a newfound appreciation for playing with a man’s hair. He was soft spoken, and didn’t seem the type to kiss and tell either. No rumors cropped up after their rendezvous at any rate. Not that she thought the Ravenclaw was the type for that.

Which meant it was down to the other three still on her list.

Malfoy had graduated already, a good handful of years ahead of them but that wasn’t that much a problem. He still came to Slughorn’s parties after all. Now, getting him to sleep with her-…

Well actually that was pretty easy. Her hair had caught his eye first and while that wasn’t enough to bring him anywhere near ‘her sort’ (and he was just dying to say mudblood when he’d said that, she could tell, the prick), her charms’ work was enough to start a conversation at least. It was sharing her thoughts of Slytherin possibly being from Nepal that had actually and genuinely caught his attention and then her knowledge when it came to the wixen peerage and several histories of prominent families. He, smug haughty bastard that he was, had acted on his attraction because she at least had taken the time to learn about the illustrious history of the blah blah blah. What all his blathering really meant was that he’d found a way to justify to himself that he thought she was very attractive. It didn’t take much more than that and as the party was winding down, he excused himself presumably to the loo and she said her goodbyes. They met in a room and had a short but rather filthy romp full of the dirtiest things anyone had ever said to her (and not one of them an insult or degradation shockingly enough) and as he straightened his clothes and fixed his hair after, told her in no uncertain terms that they would never speak of this and it wouldn’t happen again. Fine by her, but he’d been blatantly trailing his eyes over her as though he wanted to go again before he briskly swanned off. That left two.

Potter was next.

She scowled down at her secondary notepad. He didn’t have any nearby handy cousins or brothers either, so it was either him or no Potter at all. But she’d already committed to her list of targets and dealt with Black of all people between her legs and she wasn’t a Gryffindor for nothing.

Potter was tricky in that he’d made very clear and very known that he fancied her. She didn’t want to make him think he had a chance with her, but also didn’t want him potentially opening his fat gob about having had her for even a moment. He wasn’t a whore like Black either, so she couldn’t pull that trick again.

Which meant resorting to trickier tactics.

Potter, during the once a week block he didn’t share with either of his three friends, liked to take naps in a certain old disused classroom.

All she needed was to be excused from class to have a lie down, sneak into the room, tell him a little lie about accidentally ingesting a lust potion that had been making the rounds through the sixth years and he was quick to offer to ‘alleviate’ her. There was only a brief moment where he looked indecisive, perhaps even a little guilty but he’d tossed that away quickly enough at the chance to bed her. He did transfigure a full bedframe and bed for it though, fretting over having it be ‘proper’.

Thankfully, all she had to do was pant and paw at her clothes. She’d cast a bit of a warming charm with too much power to flush her peachy skin and make her sweat a little to sell her lie.

She didn’t want to kiss him, but he seemed especially keen on the act.

Other than that it wasn’t...The worst experience she supposed but she certainly was glad it was over. She cast a charm she’d found in a book from the Forbidden Section. Specifically, it needed to be cast within fifteen minutes of penile ejaculation from a book she was shocked was in Hogwarts at all. But, there were several sex potions, spells, charms and all that she looked into in her search for something (anything really) on fertility potions or spells or rituals.

It would make the last twenty minutes appear to be just a daydream, making the memory slightly hazy and also making the victim drowsy. She frowned a little, casting another charm to layer an ooze that looked similar enough to semen on his crotch before casting another spell to pull up his pants and trousers but not button the trousers, and to fix his shirt and school jumper so he would think he’d just wanked in his sleep. She cast another spell to break the transfiguration of the fancy bed and bed frame.

Potter, she crossed out a bit more harshly than the others.

Now there was only one left.

Severus.

He’d tried, failingly and awkwardly, to apologize but not in any meaningful way. Actually, the words he’d used had sounded condescending about muggles and muggleborns. Like they were inherently inferior and Lily was an exception or special. It wasn’t the compliment he seemed to think it was.

He was essentially calling all the muggleborns inferior just because they came from muggle parents. If Lily hadn’t grown up with him, she would just be another faceless muggleborn to him, someone to sneer at.

So no. She did not accept his half-arsed apology.

All the same, when she sent him a note to meet her privately and discretely he obeyed.

Severus was the most personal target on her list. He’d been one of her closest friends for years and while of course he had a few failings here and there, she’d never have thought that the boy she knew would become someone so hateful, so awful. They’d quickly gotten into a bit of a spat and she grabbed him, smashed their lips together and she had, what she could only describe as not quite hate-sex but the angriest sex she’d ever had. There was blood on her mouth from where she’d bitten into him when he slammed into her and she had no doubts his back was full of thin welts from her nails and there were bruises on her hips, around her wrists where he held her hands above her head at some point, it felt like her thighs and arse were definitely bruised. Definitely the most violent of any of her experiences.

She’d left first (stalked off really), leaving him panting against the wall with his head in his hands and trembling.

She crossed out the final name three times with a little more force than she really needed.

xXx

The stasis charm she reapplied monthly but that was more for her peace of mind. The spell should hold regardless of if she recasts it for months at a time and could be refreshed to last longer.

“My parents are nervous.” she admitted to Alice well into seventh year. Death Eaters, the Dark Lord, blood fanatics suddenly having more power than ever and increasingly restrictive laws being suggested and rolled out and barely restrained by those who weren’t old blood bigots. “They want to move away as soon as I graduate. I...I’m not sure I disagree with how things are going.”

“Oh Lily…” Alice looked to her with soft, sorrowful dark brown eyes. Already some of their yearmates and those below had been pulled out of Hogwarts entirely with recent tensions and attacks frightening everyone. The other girl leaned forward, wrapping arms around her tightly and Lily closed her eyes, trying to take in the comfort her friend offered. “Tiffany and her brother will be taking off to family in Germany as soon as she graduates and...And Vera and her mother will be sent to her aunt’s family in Poland just in case.”

Crystal and her sister Pearl, fellow muggleborns, had left during winter hols and hadn’t come back at all. From the letters she’d sent, they were at least safe and hadn’t been taken or attacked but were staying in the Netherlands after the last big attack to the muggles happened.

Alice...Alice would be staying. At least with the Longbottoms she would be safe behind their family wards if need be but…

Alice pulled back, rubbing at her eyes and sniffling, just a little.

“Where...Where will you go?”

“France. Dunkirk, mum’s mum retired back home there after grandad died.” Lily shook her head, her own eyes feeling a little misty and she let out a little laugh. “Tuney’s upset she has to leave her boyfriend behind.”

It was such a silly thing to be upset about when there were things like blood purist terrorists who’d sooner torture, probably kill someone like Lily, who’d feel nothing killing Lily’s family because they were muggles. She shivered fearfully. There were those who muttered, talking about fighting but...Lily had a family to think of. And Lily had six waiting eggs and research to finish, she had so many thoughts and ideas and-

She couldn’t die this young. She couldn’t die over something as stupid as having muggle parents. She couldn’t risk their lives over it.