Three years later, an extremely handsome young boy still with baby fat on his face can be seen roaming around a little library, flipping pages of books as he reads everything with keen interest, before being interrupted by a melodious female voice.
"Harry, so that's where you are. Do you want Mama to read the books to you?" A gorgeous woman with an hourglass figure appears from somewhere as she lifts the kid up, bringing him to her lap as she takes over the book the boy is reading.
"Mom, I'm capable of reading now", the boy replies as he turns his head towards the woman, staring at her eye to eye.
"So you don't want mama's help now, mama is sad…" The mature woman feigned sadness as she wiped her eyes with her hands, causing the boy to panic a bit.
"N…no, that's not it, I'm just worried that mom is doing a more important thing and this might be bothering you", he replied.
The woman couldn't help but have her heart melt as she heard her son's concern. Smiling brilliantly, she replied, "Nothing is more important to me than my Harry," before turning the boy to face the book once again as she started reading its content.
It's been three years since Harry arrived in this world, and through his mother's stories and the books from the library, he found out the world is significantly different from movies. For example, there is no the boy-who-lived, and Neville's father died in Voldemort's hands, but Alice Longbottom is still alive. Although Neville's grandmother died protecting him likely to complete the sacrificial ritual mentioned in the movies.
The biggest discovery was about himself; he wasn't the biological son of Lily and James Potter. As a matter of fact, neither is Rose. A month ago, Lily told them the truth about their birth.
"Harry, Rose, come here and sit down. I need to talk to you about something important." Lily said with a serious face. Then, they both arrived and sat in front of her.
"What do you want to talk about, Mom?" Harry asks her.
"Listen carefully and don't interrupt me in the middle. I will clear any doubts in the end. Firstly, neither of you is my biological child. You see, your father can't get me pregnant, so I can't give birth. So, we decided to adopt war orphans and raise them as our children. That's how you came into our lives." Lily said, seriously.
"Do you have any questions?" Lily asked.
"How do we have your features, if we were adopted?" Harry asked curiously.
"We didn't adopt you the normal way. We adopted you using the blood adoption ritual. Because of that, you have some of our features." Lily replied.
"Do you know anything about our biological parents, Mom?" Rose asked curiously.
"No, I don't know anything about them. Both of you were left at the doorstep of St.Mungus." Lily replied.
"Thanks for telling us, Mom. But it doesn't change anything for me. You are my mother, that's all there is to it." Harry said with a serious expression.
"Although I don't understand all of it like Big Brother, he is right, Mom is Mom." Rose said with an adorable smile.
"Thanks, Harry, Rose. That means a lot to me, more than you know." Lily said as she hugged them tightly. She only separates after hugging them for a few minutes.
"Although I have a question. How come we both have the same date of birth?" Harry asks.
"When you were left at St.Mungus, you had a note with you indicating your date of birth. For Rose, we don't know her birth date. Since we adopted her on your birthday, we decided to celebrate the same day as her birthday." Lily replied.
"And here I thought me & big brother were born on the same day." Rose said, pouting. Seeing her expression, Harry & Lily laughed at her, and soon she too joined them.
Time passes quickly as Harry indulges himself in his mother's embrace as her graceful voice enters his ears. Noticing that it was already dark outside, the duo got up from their seat as they went to the dining room to eat their dinner.
"Let's go eat dinner, sis should be waiting for us". Harry said.
Lily had a weird premonition, but she discarded it, "Let's go, or Rose will be mad at me for monopolising you for myself ?" she said.
In the dining room, sitting in one of the chairs was a young girl with a slightly annoyed expression on her face. She had quite the resemblance to Lilly; she was Rose Potter, Harry's younger sister.
When he saw her current expression, he thought… "Ughh, she looks upset. I hope she does not take it out on this unfortunate soul", he then rushed to his sister's side and with an innocent and soft voice said.
"Good evening, Rose. How are you today? Can I sit with you?"
Rose's upset face melted like snow in summer when she saw her big brother running to her side as soon as he saw her, and with a big smile, she answered.
"Good morning, what was taking you so much time? I waited for you almost twenty minutes", while saying that she hugged him, and then she started rubbing her cheeks against Harry's.
Feeling Rose's soft skin against him, Harry answered, rushing.
"Sis, I was talking to mom in the library." When he realised what he said, he tried to shut himself up with his hands, but it was already too late for that.
Rose looked upset for a second, but then let it go.
"Rose, don't bother your brother too much; let him have his dinner." Lily said.
Even if Rose wanted to keep her brother for herself, she had a deep respect for her mother, which was a result of Lily being stricter, so she instinctively answered without thinking
"Y-yes, mother".
After which, they proceed to the bathroom, he takes off his clothes and goes to the bathtub. After that, Lily took off her own as well and wrapped the towel around her, vaguely revealing her perfect hourglass figure, her huge, teardrop-shaped plump breasts with relatively large, sexy nipples, her wide, motherly hips and perfectly shaped, soft, meaty ass, and her thick, plump thighs.
Harry couldn't help but stare at the figure throughout the entire time she was cleaning him, and after doing so, she sent him out and took her bath. Harry gets out, disappointed that he wasn't able to look at her naked body again. For some reason, his mother never got completely naked in front of him, even once, and she never let Rose get naked in front of him either, even for a bath.
After she finished, they went towards their bedrooms respectively and slept peacefully.