Hey guys. This plot idea wouldn't leave me alone and kept poking me in the back of the head, so I decided to go ahead and write it. Tell me what you think! ^_^

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be sitting in a castle somewhere, not in a dorm, procrastinating homework.

Lily Potter rummaged to the very back of the bathroom cabinet.

"I was positive we bought an extra box of baby powder..." She mumbled to herself. Then she winced as her searching caused something glass to fall over with a harsh clinking sound. She righted the lilac colored bottle only to pause. She had no idea what it was. She unstoppered it to peer within.

It was a potion. Minty green in color with a smell of honeysuckle, three fourths of the way gone. A cold stone settled in her stomach and she tried to quickly dispel the panic that was rising in her throat. Lily was a dab hand at potions, but she could not be right all the time, and she sincerely hoped that she was wrong now. She stoppered and pocketed the bottle quickly, unable to look at it in her fear. What use would James have for a potion like that? She found it difficult to swallow as she went back to her baby's nursery without the powder she had been searching for. She had no desire to search further, in case she found anything else. She would just summon it when the need arose.

Instead, she looked at her beautiful baby boy. Harry James Potter lay asleep in his crib with his tiny, angelic face the epitome of innocence. He was her greatest achievement, her child that she loved more than life itself. He was two months old, but Lily felt as if she had known him all of her life. How ever did she live without her baby boy?

Potion or not, she would always love Harry.

Once satisfied that her baby was asleep, Lily went downstairs to the kitchen, taking out her potions set, unshrinking the ingredients. She immediately began to create an antidote to the potion known as Skipta Hata ao Elska. It wasn't a very inventive name once translated from Icelandic. It literally meant, Switch Hate to Love. It was a love potion that was slightly less powerful that Amortentia and a lot less used. Instead of creating an infatuation, it changed all ill feelings to positive ones without cause. It was very popular in arranged marriages, and often used with consent on both sides. But she couldn't be sure that what she had was the Skipta potion, or if it was used on her. Lily refused to believe that James would do that.

'Then why are you making the antidote?' an internal voice questioned. She shook it away. The antidote was easy to make, and there would be no harm taking it just in case.

She set the water to a boil and added half of a bezoar before adding asphodel and stirring three times counterclockwise. She fell into the rhythm of potion making, and an hour and a half later, had her antidote. Lily scooped it up into a crystal phial when she was done and began to stare at the light blue mixture. Did this make her a bad wife for not trusting her husband?

Her internal debate lasted for a quarter of an hour before she forced herself to get over it. It was not as if other wives would not have been suspicious. She tilted her head back, and drank the contents of the phial. Two seconds later it fell from her hand and smashed against the tile floor.

"Oh, god, James..." she moaned, holding herself up with the kitchen chair. "James, how could you?"

She was not in love with James Potter. Not in love with him at all.

It was true that he had gotten better since they were in Hogwarts, but she had always seen him as annoying, and a bully. How could she have ever looked over all of those things he did to Severus? To first years, just because they were not in Griffyndor house? What about the Hufflepuff third year who spent a week in the hospital wing because of the Marauder's 'harmless' pranks?

Remus had always been alright, pulled along into bad situations due to his desperate need to keep the others his friends, since they knew about his problem. Sirius had been horrible as well, only redeemed by his loyalty. But otherwise, he was just as bad as James had been. And Peter... She wasn't sure about Peter. He had no backbone, and never spoke his own opinions. He seemed rather shifty now that she thought about it.

Lily sank to the floor. She just couldn't believe it. Her husband... Her own husband! And they had been together since their seventh year! Had he really been drugging her this whole time?

Now that the Skipta was out of her system, she didn't put it past him at all. He truly was delusional, always going on and on about how they were meant for each other and she would see it some day.

Lily found the strength in her legs so that she could rush to the bathroom, upheaving everything she had eaten that day. She wanted to take a calming potion or a headache reliever, but she didn't trust James not to have spiked them. Instead she went to the fireplace, threw in some of the Floo powder that rested on the mantle, and stuck her head in.

"Albus Dumbledore's office." She said. It took a lot of effort to keep her voice from shaking. With her head in the fire, she could see the impressive Hogwarts's office with the headmaster at his desk. He looked up from his papers at her.

"Mrs. Potter! What can I do for you?"

Lily only just kept herself from flinching.

"It is a bit difficult to explain through the Floo, Albus, and I can't leave Harry. Would you mind stepping through?"

"Mind?" He chuckled, standing up and striding to her. "I should thank you, for saving me from my tedious paperwork."

She managed a small smile to seem polite before she pulled away and allowed the headmaster to walk through into her living room.

"Now, how may I be of service?"

Lily found herself unable to speak for a second, before pulling the Skipta Hata ao Elska out of her robe pocket.

"Do you know what this is, Albus?"

"I am hardly a potions master." he said genially, observing the liquid none the less. His smile became more forced.

"A love potion?" He asked. "Where did you get this, my dear?"

"Underneath the sink in the upstairs bathroom." Lily said. Her voice sounded hoarse now, and she spoke in a whisper. "I just gave myself the antidote, just to make sure it wasn't being used on me, but..."

"It was?" Albus asked. There was no twinkle in his eyes now, no smile on his face. For a moment, Lily got a glimpse of the man who defeated Grindelwald.

"I just... I don't know what to do, Albus." She whispered.

"You are always welcome at Hogwarts, my dear. It could give you some time away to think. Harry could go with-"

"With me." Lily said, cutting him off quickly. "Harry will go with me."

Albus nodded.

"If you so wish. I wouldn't dream of separating you for all the world."

Lily gave a firm nod.

"Shall I wait here while you pack?"

"Yes, please."

He sat down on the couch with his hands folded as she went upstairs and used her wand to pack everything of hers and Harry's into a magically expanded trunk. She then shrunk everything to fit in her pocket before grabbing Harry, who fussed sleepily. Lily shushed him gently in an attempt to go back to sleep.

Then she went back downstairs to Dumbledore, and stepped through the Floo into Hogwarts. She felt a pressure lift off of her chest. It was great to be here, and out of that house. But it was only then that Lily realized that she did not leave James a note, or any indication why she had gone. She groaned as she realized that she would have to deal with him sometime.

"I'll go get a house elf to set up your room." Albus said. "Why don't you take Harry down to see Minerva? I am sure she will enjoy seeing you again, and she will want to know what happened."

Lily nodded. Minerva had been a good friend, a great friend, after Lily was no longer her student. She had taken on almost a mother role once Lily's parents had died. Albus was right. A trip to see her was due.