She can manage this, she thinks, and she will.
Lily Potter is a modern women, after all. Rather, a modern witch. She can have it all. A career. A family. A loving husband. A baby.
And a war.
There is no need to sacrifice one for the others. Not anymore. They tell her she can have it all.
And she believes them.
Still, Lily places her hand over her belly, hesitantly, experimentally — she’s wants to see what it feels like — and Lily looks at the potion in front of her, just turned blue, telling her she’s pregnant.
And Lily wonders.