The Lambs

12. Party Crashers

May 18th 1999

Lily Potter's life seemed to have gone to hell overnight. In actual fact, the change had been occurring for a long time. And while she fought against the bad things while accepting those that were good, it didn't stop the changes from happening. When her son had been born she had been ecstatic. She had fulfilled her duties as wife to the King and borne him a male heir. But, with the good must come some bad after all, and her son was to be mated to a werewolf. She supposed, if Harry were anyone else's child, it would not have been so disastrous. But the Prince, to be a werewolf, one of the creatures The Lambs lived to kill? It shouldn't even be thought of.

Lily had devoted her life henceforth to protecting her son. She had given up everything it were possible to give up in order to protect him, and the foolish boy, stupid Harry Potter, became a werewolf anyway. Not through violence, or fear, or blood, but through lust. He allowed Fenrir Greyback to fuck him like a whore outside of a nightclub.

Lily clenched her hands at her sides. She closed her eyes, took three deep breaths, and opened them again.

Not only had Harry willingly mated to Greyback - that wasn't to say she would have preferred her son to have been raped, though it would be less embarrassing for them - but he was also pregnant. He absolutely refused to terminate the pregnancy, despite how revolting it was. The very idea that the future heir to The Lambs would be a born werewolf. Harry, at least, had been turned while in his late teenage years. This new child would have no such excuse. Once a werewolf, after all.

But it didn't matter any more did it? Harry had disbanded The Lambs. A group that had existed for a hundred years, to help fight off Lord Voldemort and his werewolf Death Eaters. Now, because Harry happened to be the mate of a wolf, he had decided that all wolves must be good people, and they were forbidden to attack, or kill, or defend themselves. She snorted to herself. Just because Harry said they could "defend him or herself if attacked first" didn't mean that they wouldn't be punished. Even the humans punished those who killed in self-defence.

Lily wouldn't stand for it. Something had to be done, and it seemed as if she were the only one left within Hogwarts who had any balls. "Screw your courage to the sticking place," she hissed out loud as she brushed passed a group of four Elementals who were happily praising the new changes King Harry had made. If no one had to courage to challenge their new King's preposterous rules, then she would find a way to do it herself.

A flash of red caught her attention, and Lily allowed a smirk to bloom across her face. Ginny Weasley walked passed with her head bowed, and Lily hurried to catch up with the girl. It was just the person she wanted to see.

"Ginny," Lily said softly as she grabbed hold of the girl's wrist. "I wish to speak with you." Without waiting for Ginny to reply, Lily began to drag her down the corridor. The elder woman dragged the girl into an empty room and locked the door behind them.

"What is it y-you wish to speak o-of, madam?" The Weasley stuttered, wring her hands in front of her stomach nervously. She wasn't sure whether to call Lily 'Queen' anymore. Perhaps the 'King's Mother' would be an acceptable title? 'Madam' seemed a safer bet, thought Ginny, considering Lily had been trying to kill her son last month.

"I think you know, Genevra." The ex-Queen gave another smile, her lips tugging upwards at the edges, and Ginny allowed herself a brief shiver of fear.

"I'm a-afraid I don't know what you mean," the red haired girl whispered.

"Oh, really? So," Lily drawled, "that wasn't you helping the were-bitch Lestrange, then? That must have been some other red haired female Weasley I guess." Ginny opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Eventually, she just ducked her head, trembling, and kept silent. "You know how to contact Lestrange, why?"