Lily was just returning home from her bi-weekly grocery shopping trip. As always, a small tear appeared on her face as she crossed the ward boundaries. James had erected the wards when they moved from the cottage in Godric's Hollow back to his ancestral manor near the white cliffs of Dover and walking through them almost felt like a small embrace. She missed him a lot and mentally cursed the Lestranges once more.
Nobody knew exactly why the Lestrange brothers and Bellatrix had attacked the Potters about a month after Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived, somehow had defeated You-Know-Who, but James and Lily had proven to not be push-overs. James had fought the two brothers while Lily held off Bellatrix. Despite the odds being against them and Lily not being at the top of her game because she was carrying Rose at the time, they managed to hold off the three Death Eaters long enough for Sirius Black, James' best friend, to show up, alerted by Tibby, the Potter's House Elf.
Lily paused near the front door as the scene replayed in her mind. Tibby and Sirius appeared with a crack and almost at the same time a Killing Curse fired by Bellatrix flew their way. Tibby jumped up to intercept it before it could hit Sirius and was dead on the spot. While they were distracted and shocked a bit, Rodolphus Lestrange fired a Killing Curse of his own, straight at James.
A tear escaped Lily's eyes as she recalled how James had looked at her, knowing he could not dodge and mouthed 'I love you' before the green light struck and ripped away his soul. The rest of the fight was a blur. Somehow the Lestranges were defeated, helped by the fact that Sirius had alerted the Aurors before flooing over. They were now rotting in Azkaban. But Lily had been left to bury her husband and raise Harry and Rose alone. Rose, who had never even seen her father alive. They didn't even have a magical portrait.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Lily opened the door and went to the kitchen to store the food. Usually she called out that she was home when she returned just in case the kids were inside, but the sad memories made her forget to do so. Food stored away, Lily made herself a cup of coffee and went to the sitting room to relax a little.
While she was drinking her coffee she became aware of a slight noise from upstairs, from the bedrooms. Lily suppressed a small smile. The kids must be done with flying, she thought. Lily put her cup down and walked over to the stairs. As she ascended, she recognised she sound as the creaking of bed springs, coming from Rose's room.
'Harry must be giving her a massage to relax the muscles,' Lily reasoned. She had caught them a number of times giving each other back rubs. When she had inquired why they were doing it, Harry had explained that since they were both very active fliers, they needed to make sure not to let their muscles lock up. And the siblings didn't mind helping each other, after all usually one's team mates in a Quidditch team helped each other. Lily reasoned this was probably correct. She had never been that interested in Quidditch, that had been more James' thing, but she knew both her kids loved the sport and had the potential to go pro, so she encouraged them to continue.
Rose's door was closed, which did cause a small frown on Lily's face. That, wasn't what they had agreed on. Maybe they should have another talk – and then she heard a moan. And not the kind of moan one let out from a good massage, at all.
'What in Merlin's name are you two up to?' Lily wondered. She took her wand from her wrist holster, and incanted 'Revelare Visum'. A handy spell, invented by her friend Selene Lovegood, this would make the door transparent as if it were a two-way mirror.
What she now could see through the door shocked her. Her sixteen year old daughter was lying on her back, her legs spread wide and curved up. They enclosed a firm set of buttocks, while Rose's hands were wrapped tightly around a slightly muscular back. Her face was hidden from Lily's sight as another head was attached by the mouth to her daughters, a head crowned with messy, black hair.
But the fact her kids were kissing barely registered. Lily's eyes were transfixed on Harry's cock, as it was raised and lowered by his hip movements, disappearing deep inside her daughter's not-so-virginal pussy.
