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Summary: What if James' family were much more "conservative" than we have been led to believe?

James Potter was nervous. Today was the day that would define the rest of his life. Today was the day that he would be changed forever. Today was the day that he was going to tell his parents.

Walking into the study of the old Victorian Manor that the Potter family called home, James addressed his parents in a very serious and slightly nervous tone. "Mother, Father, I need to have a moment if you please," James said as he guided his mother to her favorite sofa. "Something major has happened and I wanted to be the one to share the news with you before anyone let something slip to the society pages." James' mother sharpened her gaze and tilted her head to observe him with her keen eye.

The years had been kind to Vivian Miranda Bonham Potter. Even though she was nearing her fifty-seventh birthday, she was a stunning model of beauty, grace, charm, wit, and poised perfection. From her delicately styled, still naturally black, hair to the fringe of her stylish black evening gown, Mother Potter was a picture perfect example of elegance.

"What exactly are you trying to tell your mother and I Phillip? You know that we can't handle many more surprises; especially not after that stunt your cousin Sirius pulled with his family last summer." Spoke James' distinguished father Harrison George Michael Potter. Although his father walked with a bad limp, a result of serving in His Majesties Armed Forces during the Second Great War, Harrison seated himself and called an elf for a drink and cigar. "Thank you Mindy," he told the elf as she placed his brandy and cigar box on the end table by his chair. "Would you care for a cigar or drink James? Your of age now, and I dare say with some of the troubles you face you deserve a bit of fortification."

"Thank you father but no, I have to work this evening and can't risk my squad leader, Amelia Bones, finding out I knocked one back before I came in." James said politely brushing his father off. "Now as I was saying there is something very important that has happened and I need to tell you both so that no one surprises you with it…"

"Oh spit it out already son! How many times have I told you that you won't go anywhere in life until you've gone there! Spit it out man." Harrison exclaimed after releasing a rather large cloud of strawberry scented pink smoke.

"I got a muggle-born witch pregnant." An ashamed James stated as he looked at the floor.

Silence reigned in the room as James' parents processed what he had just shared with them. Slowly, ever so slowly, the color returned to Vivian's cheeks. Looking at her husband, they seemed to have a silent conversation in the span of only a second.

Finally fining her voice Vivian spoke up. "I say James, do her parents know? What do they say about this," Vivian asked as she tried to process this information.

"As far as I know she hasn't told anyone else but me. It was only supposed to be a one night stand!" James broke down and began sobbing next to his supportive mother. "I know what you are thinking of me right now, but don't judge me. It was only to be a one time thing you know? I was getting "it" out of my system before the marriage to Beatrice. What am I to do?" James sobbed into his mother's shoulder.

"You know son," his mother patted him on the head as he whimpered; "in my day there was only one solution to a situation like this. The parents of the young lady would send her away to a "lady's camp" and this situation would be resolved. I know about one such camp that meets in the country, Sussex, just off the A23." Looking to her husband he nodded. "We would be more than happy to pay for her tuition to this camp and see that the child is given a good home."

"I don't know mother; I'm just so confused right now. I feel proud that I'm going to be a father, but I'm so scared. I'm also embarrassed that she is what she is." James admitted as he stared at the floor.

"Now son, buck up! I raised you to be a man damn it. I will not have you moping about just because some whore caught your eye! Deal with the consequences like a man. You were raised to act differently, to ignore these lower class people, yet the first chance you get you diddle around and now look at you! You are a Potter damn it, start acting like one! Your mother is right. We'll convince this girl to go to the camp and give the child up. We'll not abandon him; Potters stick with their own after all." Harrison gruffed as he struggled to his feet.

Struggling to James' side Harrison continued. "You will invite the girl and her family here for the weekend. We will handle the parents, you convince the girl that this is the right thing to do. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and speak with our barrister. This situation calls for quite a few delicate legal somersaults, and I have no desire to loose custody of the child once we have him." Harrison made his way to the arch o the door when he turned and spoke to James in a very grave and serious tone, "You know that you will have to give custody of the child to us, and that she will likely never see it again?"

"Yes father that is why it's so painful. I never meant for her to go through this pain." James spoke as he looked his father in the eye.

"So long as you know, what was her name and address? We'll need that for the paperwork."

Vivian squeezed James' shoulder in reassurance as he sighed out the sentence that would chance the course of destiny and radically alter the foreseeable future.

"Lily Evans, she lives in Surry somewhere." Whether those changes would be for good or bad, the world had yet to find out.