Lily Evans smiled as her nine year old son lifted his finished potion, beaming.
"It looks amazing, sweetie." Lily complimented.
Just then, the loud doorbell rang, echoing through the manor.
A nervousness swept through Lily. All visitors made her nervous, since a fateful Halloween night eight years prior.
She muttered a quick charm, and the wards of the manor scanned the visitor, using an interesting piece of magical technology that let Lily commune with the wards, basically connecting it to her five senses.
Lily identified the visitor as Apolline Delacour, and dropped the charm and muttered a separate charm to unlock the door.
Two minutes later, Apolline Delacour walked into Potter Manor's potions lab. Apolline was a gorgeous woman who looked far younger than she was, though Lily didn't actually know how old Apolline was.
Apolline had two daughters, one who was currently twelve, and just starting at Beauxbatons, the French version of Hogwarts, as Lily understood it. Her other daughter was three.
As Lily noticed Apolline did a lot whenever she was near Harry, the older platinum blond witch fanned her face a little bit and gave him an adoring smile.
"Harry, dear, can you run to your room for a second?" Lily asked, and Apolline turned towards Lily in confusion.
"What is it?" Apolline asked. Harry hurried out of the potions lab and Lily looked at Apolline.
"Why do you always look so flustered whenever you're near Harry?" Lily asked, a little accusingly.
To Lily's shock, Apolline blushed the tiniest bit.
"It's his power. Veela women are massively attuned to the power level of wizards. It's because only the most powerful of wizards can impregnate Veelas." Apolline admitted.
"So… Jacques is incredibly powerful?" Lily wondered, naming Apolline's husband.
Apolline gave Lily a small smile.
"Not exactly. But he is very aware of that fact." Apolline confessed. Lily blinked.
"So are you… interested in my son?" Lily asked, emphasizing the word interested.
Apolline hesitated before shaking her head.
"I'm not going to be preying on a nine year old, Lily, but his power is utterly intoxicating. When I'm in the room, oh, I feel so… stimulated." Apolline gushed.
Lily stared at her close friend in astonishment.
"I'm sorry. It's just the utter magnitude of his magical ability is insane. I also believe Fleur feels the same way in his presence, but she doesn't share that sort of thing with me." Apolline said.
"I guess I don't understand the biology of Veelas." Lily said.
"Well, as Harry gets older, I know that Fleur and I will both become more and more attracted to him. It's in our very nature. I can't stress to you enough that I'm not choosing to be aroused by my best friend's son, but I am nonetheless." Apolline said. Lily covered her mouth with a hand, but said nothing.
———
When Harry was eleven, Lily decided it would probably be best for him to make some friends before going to Hogwarts in a few short months.
Lily reached out to one of her close friends, Emma Greengrass, who had a daughter Harry's age.
When Emma arrived, Lily saw to her surprise that Emma had brought both her daughters. Her elder daughter, Daphne, was the one who was Harry's age, and had blond hair. Her younger daughter Astoria was brunette with dark eyes, and was two years younger than Harry and Daphne.
From their first meeting, Harry and Daphne were nearly inseparable. Lily found it amazing to watch her little boy laughing and playing with a girl his age. Astoria and Harry also grew close, and Lily suspected he saw her like the little sister he never had.
Soon, Daphne and Astoria started coming over on their own, and Harry would spend the day with the Greengrass sisters, out on the property or in the manor, or possibly in the large pool.
Lily was surprised every time she saw Daphne in a bikini. Despite still being very youthful, the magic in her blood (like all powerful witches) had caused her to physically mature a little faster, much like Harry did.
Daphne already had two well-formed breasts that were rather sizable, and she had lush curves that Lily knew attracted Harry's eyes.
Astoria was only ten, and as such hadn't yet started her transition into a young woman, but if Daphne looked the way she did only a year older than Astoria, Lily suspected Astoria would be of similar body.
Lily herself, as a Muggleborn, hadn't had the same rapid expansion as the pure-blood and half-blood witches all around her at Hogwarts. At times, that had made her feel self-conscious. Then when she was fifteen, her ample tits had come in with style, and suddenly all the boys were drooling over her. Muggleborns had to wait longer, but the power of magic in their blood still made them just as gorgeous as their peers.
One day, Lily and Emma were sitting together at a table in Lily's garden, the two women watching in amusement as Harry and Astoria chased each together around the yard, the younger girl's delighted giggles carrying across the property.
Daphne was sitting in the grass watching, but she seemed no less happy than the other two.
"Daphne and Harry do seem very close, don't they?" Lily brought up to Emma. Emma was a blond with positively enormous breasts. She, much like Lily's other best friend, Apolline, made Lily's large breasts look almost small. Lily really needed to make friends with a woman with small breasts, she joked to herself.
"Yes, they do. I've seen how my daughters both look at Harry." Emma said suggestively, "I think he's captured both their interests."
Lily thought of the Delacours.
"He does seem to be rather adept at that." Lily said dryly.
"I know you've said in the past that you're vehemently against betrothals, but unifying the Houses of Potter and Greengrass would be extremely helpful to both of us." Emma said.
Lily looked over at Harry, who was now laying beside Daphne on the grass while Astoria sat on his other side.
"The way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if our houses do one day unite." Lily said, "But I do not want to take my child's choice away."
"I understand your reasoning. But my husband, well, you know what he's like. He wants Daphne betrothed by her twelfth birthday. If it's not to Harry, he'll lose her." Emma confessed. Lily looked at Emma in shock.
"He's really going to make a betrothal?" she asked. Emma nodded sadly. Lily chewed her lip.
"Can this betrothal be done in secret?" Lily asked.
"You don't want Harry knowing." Emma said understandingly.
"No, I don't. I never want him to feel like he doesn't have a choice." Lily said.
"Daphne will know. Her father will ensure that. Can you really ask her to keep this a secret from him?" Emma wondered.
"No, I can't." Lily sighed.
"So… are you in agreement, then?" Emma checked.
"Yes. I certainly do not want Daphne to be betrothed to some spoiled brat like the Malfoy boy. I just wish that there was another way… but no, I suppose there isn't. You have my permission to start up the betrothal process." Lily said with a sigh. She knew that in this same choice, Harry would without question make the same choice, to help Daphne. Sometimes she wished she hadn't raised him to be so gallant.
———
Present Day
Harry looked over at his betrothed, Daphne Greengrass. He tried not to ever think of her like that, because the betrothal was only made so that Daphne wouldn't have to marry someone she didn't like or someone she hated.
Harry liked Daphne, a lot, and she was strikingly pretty, but he was only twelve! Having a contract saying he had to marry Daphne was a terrifying thought. Not because he wouldn't be happy marrying her, but it still just seemed like a lot for a boy of twelve.