the_debt_of_time

"Sober-Up Potion," Mia confessed. "For some reason, we run out of it rather
quickly at home."
Lily shook her head, smirking. Alice simply rolled her eyes as she cleaned out her
cauldron, ready to start another brew.
"What're you making, Lils?"
"Contraceptive Potion."
Mia slowly looked up at her soon to be sister-in-law. "What's that now?"
"Contraceptive Potion," Lily repeated.
"You two use the potion? The charm is easier. Merlin, it was the first non-verbal spell
Sirius ever perfected," Mia joked. "And I know, for a fact, that Jamie knows it. Mum drilled
it into my head when I was fifteen, and I'm sure Dad did the same with him."
"Well, yes," Lily agreed, blushing. "But he's, well... a little forgetful when he's
caught up in the moment. Besides, I enjoy making potions. I always have."
Mia watched as a strange look overcame Lily. A look of brief sadness that Mia
assumed was the smallest part of her missing Snape and the friendship they once had that
they could never have again. Brewing potions was Lily's way to stay connected to that part
of her—the part that she just could not disconnect forever from her childhood and the
one person that had bridged the Muggle and Wizarding worlds for her when she needed
it.
"I understand. Still, you're going to be married. I don't see what the fuss is over
keeping up with the potion."
Lily and Alice gaped at her as though she were crazy.
"Just because I'm getting married does not mean I'm about to turn into some
barefoot and pregnant house-witch." Lily laughed at the thought. "I don't plan on starting
a family for a few years."
"Same here," Alice agreed.
Mia nodded silently, not saying a word as she mentally did the math in her head.
End of July minus average pregnancy gestation, give or take a week or two depending on the variety
of an individual witches cycle, genetics and factor in... She bit her lower lip nervously. November.
A little over a month away and Lily just mentioned she was making enough to last three
months.