lily (evansagain) wrote in 99deatheaters, |
Lily calculated the math quickly in her mind - ninety six hours equated to four days. It was certainly better than Polyjuice, but Lily paled at the thought of Frank and Alice having to give Harry a potion every four days for the rest of this war...or at least until people assumed the real Harry Potter was dead, which Lily was still working on. For now, it was her best shot, and she would take it. She was thankful that Severus had noted his ingredients and his steps in brewing the potion in what appeared to be very straightforward directions. Lily happened to know that Frank had a hand with Herbology, so she hoped that would translate well into Potions. It was a stretch, but a girl could dream. If needed, she would brew the potion herself and have someone deliver it for her. She could make an excessive batch to last a month while she stayed with the Weasleys, for instance.
Lily watched Severus swirl the bottle with equal parts interest and fear. Ever the student, the part of her that longed for knowledge and skill was quite curious about this new concoction. She was also slightly amused at the sight of Severus Snape holding a bottle, but that was neither here nor there. She accepted the bottle from him and brought it to Harry's mouth. "I hope it doesn't taste too foul," she commented, first dabbing a bit on her fingers and moistening Harry's lip with them. When Harry didn't seem to object too much, Lily allowed him to take the bottle in, his grubby little hands clutching at it himself. Before her eyes, Lily watched as Harry transformed. The thick, wild hair that adorned his head shortened and smoothed. His eyes faded from her green to a brilliant blue. His nose, no longer pert, flattened and turned up a bit. If she squinted, Lily could still find her Harry, but this baby in her arms looked nearly like a stranger to her now.
"Merlin," she breathed out. It was a bizarre feeling to hold your and see someone else, and on top of that, elation was swimming in her stomach. This would fool a Death Eater; it could perhaps even fool James, that was how convincing the brew was. "You've done it," she said, a light bemused laugh to her tone. "No one would recognize him as mine or -" She stopped herself from saying James's name. "You, Severus Snape, are as brilliant as ever," she finished, beaming.