If They Lived (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Pregnancy Test

December 16th 1980

Lily's POV
Oh no, I thought as I all but threw Harry at James to run to the bathroom again. This was the third time I'd thrown up that morning. "Lils?" I heard James ask through the bathroom door as I held my hair back and retched into the toilet bowl.

James sighed. "I told you, we should have taken you to a healer, you're sick," he chastised me when I was done. I rinsed my mouth and gave him a glare, taking Harry back and holding him tight.

These past six months have been the best in my life. Yes, I'm a little low on sleep and being cooped up in the house hasn't exactly been enjoyable, but Harry has made it all so much better. Who knew I would enjoy motherhood this much? I certainly didn't.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll go to St. Mungos today. Happy?" I said, finally giving in. 

James smiled and leaned in towards my face. "Elated," he whispered before kissing me softly. Harry made a noise of protest and James pulled back and laughed.

"Oh, and Lils?" He said, mischievously, "you should probably brush your teeth, you taste like spew," he laughed and ducked as I threw a pillow at him. Cheeky git.

I apparated to St. Mungos after having altered my appearance. A healer ushered me into her office, she was quite a short lady with light brown hair and a nice, trustworthy face. Her name was Pamela.

Pamela sat me down. "So, Mrs. White, what can I help you with?" she asked kindly.

I smiled. "Well, for the past couple of weeks I've been throwing up quite a bit, I can usually keep food down by around lunchtime though, so I didn't worry too much but today I couldn't keep anything down. I'm a little worried."

Pamela pursed her lips and nodded her head thoughtfully. "Alright, now Mary I'm going to do a quick spell to confirm my suspicions, it won't take a moment," she said, handing me a yellow potion.

I looked at her incredulously, this was the same potion I drank when I found out I was going to have Harry.

"No, no it can't be that," I said, not believing it was possible. "I only had a baby in July and I never got even a little bit of morning sickness with him, I can't be pregnant!" I exclaimed, starting to panic.

James and I hadn't even thought of having a second child, Harry was enough for us at the moment and I knew he would want to wait until it was a safer time to have another. What if James didn't want another? He was an only child, what if he wanted that same upbringing for Harry?

"This can't be happening," I told Pamela. She nodded her head in understanding, "I know this can come as a bit of a shock but answer this for me: have you missed a period?" she asked.

My mouth popped open in surprise, I had missed a period! I hadn't thought anything of it because, ever since Harry, it's been all over the place but I didn't get one last month.

Now that I thought of it I was also really emotional, I just thought all of that was my body trying to recover from giving birth to Harry!

I sighed. "Yes, I skipped my period last month, I've also been really emotional, just like with my last pregnancy," I told her.

Pamela nodded and signaled for me to drink the potion that was still in my hands.

I knew what to do, I lay back on the bed while Pamela said the incantation over my stomach. I watched in amazement as I saw the little pulsating blob that was my second child. "Oh my God!" I squealed, as much as I was panicking about what James would think I was still excited about the fact that I would be having another child.

Pamela frowned, then smiled to herself. "What is it?" I asked, smiling as well.

"Well, you see this here?" She said, pointing to the baby with her wand, I nodded. "That's baby number one." I gasped in realization, I was having two babies!

"And this," she continued, "is baby number two," she said pointing her wand at the slightly fainter blob that I hadn't noticed before.

My eyes were wide open now. How am I going to tell James this?

Pamela let me go with a potion to help stop the vomiting and another potion that would help the babies's growth. I was eight weeks pregnant.

After apparating back to Godric's Hollow, I placed the vials of potion in the back cupboard in the kitchen where I could store them until I needed to take them.

I heard Harry's excited squeal and I turned around to see him crawling towards me, smiling adorably. I grinned down at him and scooped him into my arms, blowing a raspberry onto his tummy. He giggled delightedly and I laughed at him.

James came into the kitchen a few moments after. "Hello, love, what did the healer say?" he asked, giving me a quick peck on the cheek and stealing Harry from my grasp.

"Oh, it was fine, I just have a tummy bug. She gave me some potions to help me keep everything down," I told him while walking over to the sink and turning the tap on ready to wash some dishes. I was also looking for something to do that would hide the massive grin on my face.

I had decided to wait until Christmas to tell him about the babies, I can't wait to see the look on his face!

James set Harry down amongst his toys and came over to join me by the sink, he grabbed a towel and began to dry the plates and bowls I was washing.

James never understood why I enjoyed doing things the muggle way. The truth is it just kept me humble and brought back memories of Petunia and I getting in trouble and having to wash the dishes. We'd call our parents awful names for making us do it but we'd never be disrespectful to their faces.

Of course this was before I got my letter to Hogwarts, then everything changed between us. I haven't even met her little boy yet, Dudley. He's a little older than Harry but I'd quite like for them to be friends, maybe then I can mend my relationship with my sister.

"What are you thinking about?" James asked with a smirk on his face, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Just about how I haven't met my nephew or seen Petunia since her and Vernon's wedding."

James looked at me curiously. "I thought you hated Vernon," he said.

"As much as I don't like Vernon, and think that he's a pompous asshat," James chuckled at this and I blushed a little before clearing my throat and continuing, "he's still married to my sister. I love Petunia, I really do, but I feel as though that feeling isn't really mutual, but now that we have motherhood in common, we might be able to mend the bond. You know?" I blabbed, looking at James to see if he was still listening.

He dried a plate thoughtfully. "I think it's sweet of you to want to try and fix things with your sister, and I want you to know that I'm behind you, no matter what you choose to do. But I really don't like that Vernon. He just gets under my skin and just..." James shuddered and made a 'augh' sound to demonstrate his thoughts on my brother-in-law.

I laughed at his demonstration and splashed him with some of the soapy dish water, ignoring his indignant shout. "I know, believe me, but that's who Petunia loves. I'm going to be a good sister and deal with it as well as I can," I said, nodding my head with finality.

James laughed. "If you say so, Lils, if you say so."