Loving Another Mother Chapter 1

A/N: This will be a short story with only a couple chapters that takes place in an AU with a Harry x Lily pairing. Harry arrives in a world where he is not the Boy-Who-Lived, and is the son of James Potter and Marlene McKinnon.

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“It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…”

“But Sirius did not reappear.”

- Chapter Thirty-Five, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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He moved. Harry moved faster than he thought possible, feeling like he was moving faster than he had moved on any broom. It was because Sirius was going to die if he didn’t do something, and in that moment the only thing he knew was that he needed to save Sirius.

His Godfather had been struck by Bellatrix’s spell, which had sent him slowly careening towards the veil. But Harry arrived before Sirius could fall into it. He pushed his Godfather away from the evil archway, but it came at a cost, as now he was the one falling in the veil.

Harry looked back, seeing his Godfather looking at him with horror as he fell. They both knew in that moment it was too late for either of them to do anything. And so Harry didn’t resist as the veil consumed him.

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“Sirius!”

Harry Potter woke up with a gasp, his body covered in sweat and breathing heavily as he desperately tried to get air into his lungs. He pushed the sheets off himself, clumsily climbing out of an unfamiliar bed as he stumbled across the room.

He entered the connected bathroom, turning the sink on and swiping his hand into the flowing water before splashing it across his face. Harry took a few gulps of it, finally being able to calm his nerves after a few minutes.

He looked up, staring into the bathroom mirror and looking over his own sweaty form. His body was still that of Harry Potter’s, albeit much healthier than before and covered in muscles sculpted from years of quidditch practice along with a good diet. His hair was still the same uncontrollable mess, along with his face, but that was when he spotted the main difference. His eyes were no longer the same bright emerald green that he apparently inherited from his mother, but instead a deep royal blue.

Those same blue eyes stared back at him in the bathroom mirror for some time, as he slowly remembered who he was. He was Harry Potter, the only son of the deceased James Potter and Marlene McKinnon. He had grown up in Longbottom Manor, raised alongside Neville Longbottom and taken care of by Neville’s grandmother, Augusta Longbottom.

“What the hell is going on?” Harry couldn’t help but voice the words out loud, the two separate sets of memories flooding his mind. One where he was raised by the Dursleys, and another by the Longbottoms. One who grew up with magic all his life, and another who found out about magic when he was eleven.

But the biggest difference was his life here, and the fact that he was no longer the boy-who-lived. That was Neville’s title, being the one who survived Voldemort when his parents, Frank and Alice, did not.

A picture frame from across the room caught his eye, and he made his way over to the shelf where it sat. Although he hadn’t seen many pictures of his parents, he was able to recognize his father immediately along with a gorgeous blonde woman with blue eyes.

This must be Marlene Potter, my mother. He looked over the photo for a while, and couldn’t help but think about what happened to his other self’s mother, Lily Evans. Without her he wouldn’t have gone to the Dursleys, like he did before, and instead had been raised by the Longbottoms for some reason.

A sudden knock at the door caught his attention. “Harry? Are you ready to go?”

He made his way over to the bedroom door and opened it, finding Neville waiting outside. He still looked the same as before, and he was able to delve into some of his past memories to figure out what was different. This dimension’s Neville was still quiet and reserved, but managed to face the same challenges he did as the Boy-who-lived.

“Did you just wake up?” Neville frowned, looking at his messy appearance.

“Sorry.” Harry apologized. “You know I don’t sleep in often.”

“It’s fine, just hurry and get dressed. Gran is about to take us to meet the Order, and she doesn’t seem to be in a good mood today.”

He swallowed, remembering Neville’s Grandmother who had practically raised him. Even though the woman tended to focus on Neville more than him, Augusta Longbottom still had more than one biting remark that she sent his way over the years. The woman could be ruthless, and this world’s Harry had spent much of his time trying to avoid her ire at all costs.

“I’ll get dressed now.” He replied, closing the door and hurrying to fix his appearence.

As he got dressed he realized what Neville had said, about meeting the Order, and his new memories confirmed what that meant. Somehow he was living in the summer before fifth year in this new world, and that today was the day he was going to meet the Order of the Phoenix for the first time.

Harry finally got dressed and fixed his appearence, doing so in a record time, and arrived at the floo parlor right as Neville’s grandmother arrived as well.

“Finally managed to get out of bed, I see.” The old woman remarked, looking over him briefly. “Let us get going, the catchphrase is Grimmauld Place.”

Neville’s Gran went first, followed by Neville and then Harry. He exited the floo, managing to actually land safely for once, and found himself in a clean version of Sirius’s home. The house was still recognizable, albeit with a lot less dust and very few portraits and cobwebs around.

“Neville? And is that Harry with you?”

Harry turned, facing the familiar voice of his best friend. Hermoine embraced Neville, and turned before giving him an awkward nod. That made him pause, but he momentarily brushed it off.

“You two are free to do as you want.” Augusta Longbottom remarked as she left the room. “Just make sure not to cause any trouble.”

“This way, Neville, Ron and the others are upstairs.” Hermoine said, taking Neville’s arm.

“Others?” Neville asked.

“Ron and his brothers.” Hermoine replied, before giving him Harry a strange look. “You might want to wait here.”

Harry paused, stopping in his tracks akin to a truck slamming on its brakes. Something was wrong, he could feel it, and while Hermoine led Neville upstairs he searched his memories to figure out what it was. It turned out that the Harry of this world wasn’t friends with Ron Weasley, in fact, they were nearly enemies.

He looked deeper, trying to figure out what he had missed during his Hogwarts years. But something interrupted him, as a nearby door opened and a familiar redhead exited it. She found herself facing him, and he could do nothing but stare back at her beautiful emerald eyes that used to be so much like his own.

“Can I help you?” Even the sound of her voice was beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, you’re very direct.” The woman who looked like his mother smiled in amusement. “Have we met before?”

His mouth moved, as he desperately tried to get control of himself in that moment. “Sorry, I’m Harry Potter.”

“Oh, you’re James and Marlene’s son.” Lily looked over him with those beautiful green eyes of hers. “You look just like your father.”

“Thanks.” Harry smiled, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. “I don’t think I got your name?”

“Sorry.” Lily coughed awkwardly. “I’m Lily Evans. I knew your parents very well, we were in Gryffindor together. After Hogwarts I was part of the group that went on to join the Order, which I guess you’re here to do as well?”

“Kind of.” Harry shrugged, still not entirely sure about everything that was going on in his new life. He looked around briefly, noticing that it was just Lily and himself alone, inside of the beautifully remodeled Grimmauld Place. “You know, for this being a secret group and everything, can’t anyone attack us if they have the address of the home?”

“The home in question is covered top to bottom in wards.” Lily answered. “A large notice-me-not charm covers the entire property in the first place, meaning only those with specifics can find Grimmauld Place. If they somehow manage to, the home is protected by an ancient ward that shields the home from outside magic, making the place practically impervious. And even if, and that’s a big if, they manage to get through that, inside the home are hundreds of traps, defenses, and dangerous wizards ready to fight.”

“Wow.” Harry replied, sudden realizing why his Mother was known as a genius. Not even Hermoine would have recalled all that information so quickly. “You’re really smart to have figured all that out already. And here I just thought this was some rickety old home no one would look twice at.”

“T-Thank you.” Lily smiled, red dusting her cheeks. “No one has complimented me like that in years.”

“They should, you’re easily the smartest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” The words flowed out of his mouth naturally, without thought.

“I doubt that.” Lily’s face seemed to get even more red.

“You shouldn’t.” Harry answered easily. “If I didn’t spend so much time looking at your beautiful eyes, I’d stare at your wonderful hair.”

“W-Why do you keep doing this?” Lily stumbled over her words, her face almost as crimson as her hair.

“Doing what?”

“Complimenting me!” Lily exclaimed. “You keep giving me all these compliments!”

“Do you… not want me to compliment you?” Harry hesitantly asked.

“That’s not what I meant!” She snapped back, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “You compliment my hair, my eyes, even my intelligence, which no one has done in years! All the while you seem way too comfortable while doing so. It’s like I’m some girl you’re just trying to get with, but instead of actually asking me out you treat me like I’m your Mother or something!”

“Sorry.” Harry rubbed his hair awkwardly. “I mean, would you like to go out some time? We can meet up for dinner, or something…”

“Now that’s better.” Lily smiled in amusement. “Say, I was about to head home and make dinner, if you’d like to join me?”

He thought about it for a moment, thinking about everything that was going on. Neville and is Gran could honestly care less if he accepted her offer, as Augusta Longbottom had shown little concern for his actions over the years. “That sound’s lovely.”

“Great!” Lily smiled, and headed towards the floo with him following. “I should probably warn you, I haven’t had visitors in a while.”

He opened his mouth to reply, only to gape at the view presented to him as Lily walked away. Although he outfitted was somewhat conservative, it gave a great impression of the woman’s wide hips and big round bum. Harry couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful site, the red hair of the beautiful woman falling down like a waterfall and leading to her big beautiful clothed bum.

He shook his head, and walked with Lily towards the floo. Don’t ogle your mother, Harry.

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“I think that was the best meal I’ve ever had.” Harry voiced aloud as he stood in the kitchen with Lily. To think I could’ve grown up eating her meals everyday.

“I admit, I do take some pride in my cooking.” She laughed as she cleaned some of the leftover dishes with magic. “I’ll finish up here in a minute, go and make yourself comfortable,”

Harry made his way into the living room, right as something caught his eye off to the side, and he walked over to a nearby wall that was covered with dozens of framed photos. He almost immediately recognized Aunt Petunia, along with Vernon and Dudley, but there were others. Several of them featured members of the Order, along with some photos from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

“You know, when a woman invites a man to her home, she typically has something different in mind than him looking at her family pictures.”

He turned to the side, where Lily had entered the room. She wore the same green outfit, although for some reason she had unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse. It revealed a big busty cleavage, and Harry’s eyes wandered to the two large breasts that were on display.

Harry swallowed, feeling the awkward sensation of being very attracted to Lily starting to firmly set in. He knew it was wrong, and looked away quickly, but he knew that his should-be mother had caught him.

“You know, I can’t help but feel like I’m doing this wrong.” Lily suddenly said, her tone of voice conveying something Harry couldn’t quite grasp.

“Doing what wrong?”

“Oh, you know, I invite you over to my home, cook dinner, and even let you stare at my tits.” Lily let out a self-deprecating laugh, almost sounding hysterical. “Is there anything else I can do before you get the hint?”

Harry felt like the ground had opened and swallowed him whole. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“That I like you, you idiot!” Lily nearly yelled. “I can’t help but feel this strange attraction towards you, as if we’re meant to be together, or something.”

It’s because you’re supposed to be my mother. Harry couldn’t voice the words. “I-I know how you feel.”

“You do?” Her eyes scrutinized him. “I don’t feel like it.”

He took her in, examining her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. I’m such an idiot. He moved closer, not knowing what else to do, and kissed her on the lips. Lily gasped, and kissed back, being a lot more physical than he imagined as she practically jumped on top of him, clinging to him tightly.

They finally pulled away, as Lily looked on with an attractive blush as she breathed deeply. “That was good.”

“Thanks.” Harry felt strangely pleased. Maybe this can all work out. “Do you want to do it again?”