The first thing Lily noticed on the girl ahead of her was the red hair. It made her smile reflexively, but the reminder of who her mother was helped it to fade. Harry had taken after James with dark hair…
Lily stopped moving when the other Lily began speaking and had to strain hard to catch what the girl was saying. Were they really going through that again? But it was a legitimate request she supposed. She herself would have demanded some sort of proof before she went off with people she’d never met before too. She folded her arms and subdued an eyeroll when James went on about his unregistered animagus status – the big show off. Even after getting used to the idea, Lily had never been altogether approving of that little talent he had. And besides, how was she supposed to outdo that?
“I am Lily Potter, maiden name Evans. I was in training to become a Healer before I got pregnant with Harry. My sister is Petunia…she used to live at Privet drive, don’t know if she still does or not. Harry’s got a little birthmark just under his left ear too, if it’s still there. Sometimes those kind of things go away..”
Staring at her granddaughter, Lily experienced an odd mix of feelings. The girl was a stranger to her, but Lily wanted desperately to give her a hug and fix her a hot bowl of soup. She searched her face hungrily for signs of Harry, and she could tell that Lily had gotten her father’s nose (and his father’s).
“Look,” she began, “I can tell you’re cold. Your parents aren’t here yet and neither are your brothers, and there’s no telling if they’ll be here at all. I’m sorry, but that’s the truth of it. We’ve got a room at the Three Broomsticks and we’d both sleep better tonight if we knew you were safe with us. Please?”
Bad enough she let her own kid down, she wasn’t going for the record and let her grandkid down as well.