Le Birth of La Blue Wizard 

an NC-17 Harry Potter cross-over fic 

A/N: If you skipped over the introductory notes and warnings in the first chapter, please go back and read them.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, no money being made, etc., etc. 

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Chapter 3 : With a Little Help From the Coven 

On the last day of July… 

James Potter ran his fingers through his unruly head of black hair for the eighty-seventh time as he paced back and forth in their sitting room and glanced nervously up the stairs. He winced when Lily’s reaction to her latest contraction rang down upon his head from their bedroom. 

“Owwwwww! Damn it hurts! You bastard, James! I’m going to grind your gonads into a bloody pulp!” 

“Hey, now…that one’s creative, isn’t it?” asked Sirius. 

James turned to his friend and scowled. 

“You three are supposed to be supporting me here, not taunting!” 

“Well…it…it is funny, isn’t it?” Peter suggested. 

“Funny?” asked James, his eyes narrowing. “How is it funny, Wormtail…funny as in strange, or funny like ha-ha funny?” 

“Erm…funny strange…yeah, not something you hear every day,” stammered the sycophant, as he hid behind Remus. 

Lily’s screams interrupted the exchange. 

“Damn…damn….damn! That hurts! I hate you Potter! You did this to me!” 

“Was she complaining like this nine months ago?” Sirius asked. 

“Hush!” James hissed. 

“I heard that you mangy mongrel!” Lilly yelled. “You can lick your balls good-bye too!” 

“Hey, now that image is uncalled for,” Sirius quietly whined, as he crossed his legs. 

“How much longer, do you think?” asked Peter. 

“No clue,” James admitted. “Labor started six hours ago…could take a whole day.” 

“Buck up, mate…could be worse,” offered Sirius. “Emmy told me that in the Muggle world, it’s normal for the father to be right there at the mother’s side during delivery.” 

“Yeah, but in the Muggle world the father doesn’t have to worry about blasts of accidental magic.” 

“Lily’s expressed intentions seem anything but accidental,” Remus observed, as Lily promised to show her husband some creative applications of the cutting curse. 

“Which is why Emmy and Poppy are up there, and I’m staying down here,” whispered James. 

“He-he…what happened to the big brave Auror who stares down Death Eaters?” Wormtail asked (perhaps a bit too gleefully for his own good). 

“Death Eaters wouldn’t stand a chance against a witch in labor,” James claimed. 

“Hey, now there’s an idea,” Sirius said with a smile. “Put a couple of squadrons together…I’d be happy to help them meet qualifications.” 

Remus shook his head. “Ever hear of ‘friendly fire,’ Sirius?” 

“No worries…just need to make sure that I am well behind the front lines.” 

“Or at the very least, out of their line of sight,” James observed.

But line of sight didn’t matter much ten minutes later, right after Peter suggested that the pain of childbirth couldn’t be worse than some of the bowel-twisting pranks that they played at Hogwarts. At the peak of the very next contraction, Lily cried like a banshee and released a percussive wave of not-so-accidental magic that washed down from the bedroom and kicked all four Marauders in the balls. 

Hard. 

As the four friends doubled over in pain and howled, Lily yelled down, “Quit whining, you bastards, and imagine feeling that kind of pain every eight minutes!” 

The Marauders kept their thoughts to themselves after that. 

Four contractions later, James’s eyes went wide when he heard Lily scream, “Oh, no Harry, not now! Please, not now!” 

“What do you think is wrong, James?” asked Remus. 

The father-to-be had a pretty good idea what was wrong, but wasn’t about to reveal that to his friends. 

“Poppy?” he called up the stairs. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“Just keep your distance, James,” the Hogwarts matron called back. “Emmeline and I are equipped to handle this.” 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” quipped Sirius, as Lily’s salty language grew both saltier and louder. 

James ignored his friend Sirius…he was too busy reinforcing his Occlumency shields in an effort to control the demon inside.

A few minutes later, the cries of more than one witch were carried through the house. 

“Oh!..Oh!...Oh!....” 

“What do you think that is?” Sirius asked, as he heard Emmy’s moans. 

“Erm….must be breathing exercises,” James replied nervously. “The coach helps the mother breathe in and yell out at regular intervals.” 

“Oh! Sweet Morgana!” a voice cried. 

“Hey, wasn’t that Poppy’s voice?” Peter asked.

“I do believe that it was….James?” asked Sirius. 

The black-haired wizard shrugged. “Maybe a prayer?” 

The cries from upstairs quieted for a few moments, before Lily cursed, and declared, “It wasn’t enough! Bloody needy bastard, taking after his demon spawned father!” 

“What is all that about?” whispered Peter. 

Poppy’s somewhat breathless call for James to come upstairs led the black-haired wizard to reply that he’d soon find out. 

“Are you sure it’s…safe?” he called up. 

“You get your arse up here Potter, before I feed it to a Nundu!” yelled Lily. 

“Yes, dear!” he replied, without a hint of sarcasm (which would have been rather dangerous if displayed right then). 

The door locked clicked open as James approached the bedroom door, allowing him to push through unannounced. What he saw caused him to stop short within the threshold. 

His naked wife was sitting sideways in bed, with knees pulled up and legs spread to the world. She was sitting in between the spread legs of Emmy, who was also skyclad, and supporting Lily’s weight from behind. Poppy Pomfrey was sitting on a high-backed chair that was placed just to Lily’s right side. The nurse had both feet planted on the floor, and her healer robes hiked up above her hips, fully exposing her thighs. The only part of her lower body not uncovered was her fanny, which was hidden behind robes gathered in between her legs. 

"Probably hidden by her fingers as well," James thought, given how her right hand was buried in between her legs. Emmy, in contrast, cared not a bit for her modesty…while her left arm was wrapped protectively around Lily’s chest, her right hand had three fingers buried within her folds, and a thumb that was pressing down hard on her clit. 

There was a heavy musky scent in the air that got James’ horns gathering the strength needed to break through his scalp. 

The door slammed shut behind him, and a silencing spell applied. It was then that James noticed that his wife had her wand in hand. 

“Eyes up to mine, you arse!” Lily hissed, as she aimed her wand towards James. “And keep those limbs under your robes, or I’ll lop them off and serve them up as sushi!” 

“What’s going…Harry transformed?” he asked. 

“No, you idiot, it’s normal procedure for midwives to masturbate while their patients are in labor!” Lily snapped. 

“But…Emmy fed him just yesterday, and he’s…they…they just fed him again, didn’t they? Shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“Obviously not, you miserable pile of dragon shit!” she barked. 

“We need reinforcements,” Poppy hissed. 

“Who?” asked James. “Want me to get the Marauders up here?” 

“Oh, fuck no!” Lily spat. “You really think I want your friends up here doing a circle jerk with me looking like this?” 

“It was just a thought,” James replied. “Who else, then?” 

“Make…floo call…House of Vesta,” Poppy panted. “Ask for Miranda…tell her…need their help…” 

“How many should I ask for?” 

“Enough to make sure that your son isn’t wearing his horns when his head splits me open, you arsewipe!” spat Lily, right before she started a new contraction. 

“Oh….god…damn…you…James!” she huffed. “Never…fucking…again!” 

“Erm….I’ll just be making that call,” he said nervously, as he slipped out the door and quickly made his way down stairs. 

“So what’s going on?” asked Remus. 

The black-haired wizard made up a fairly good excuse on the spot. “Difficult delivery…Poppy wants to bring in some consultants…something about magically powerful baby being a risk to a Muggleborn mother.”

James threw some floo powder into the fireplace flames, called out, “House of Vesta,” and stuck his head into the hearth before any of his friends could ask a follow-up question. 

“House of Vesta?” Sirius asked, with confusion in his voice. 

Remus shrugged. “Well they do perform fertility rituals…maybe this is part of a full service product line.” 

When James completed his call and pulled his head out of the fire, he refused to say anything beyond the fact that Madame Pomfrey had made the request. Moments later, a dozen different witches stepped out of the fireplace, each wearing maroon robes emblazoned with the same distinctive Coven mark.

“Where are they?” asked the first witch, whose white hair and wrinkled skin could have belong to a great-grandmother (under obviously different circumstances). 

James pointed towards the upstairs bedroom door. 

“You’re the father?” 

James nodded. 

The witch looked him up and down, then suddenly seemed to realize not just who he was, but what he was. “Yes, well best that you stay down here, Milord, to avoid…getting in the way?” 

James replied with a head nod. 

Lily’s screams then caught the witches’ attention, and they rushed upstairs. 

There was distinct look of sadness on Sirius Black’s face as the twelve mostly elderly witches passed by. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Peter. 

“It’s not fair, I tell you,” Sirius replied, with a wipe of a false tear. “To dash a young wizard’s dreams that way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I always thought that the Vestal Virgins were young, and hot, and a worthy test of my skills in seduction,” the Marauder explained. 

“Who says that they aren’t?” Remus asked. “Most of them have certainly had decades to practice rebuffing the likes of you!” 

“Oh ho!” said Peter. “So you’re into older women, Remus?” 

“As opposed to you, Peter, whose interests extend no farther than your five fingers?”

“Five fingers?” quipped Sirius. “Far too generous there, Remus…I’m certain that Wormtail needs no more than two fingers to cover his needs.” 

“At least my two fingers wouldn’t be stuck up my arse!” snapped Peter. 

“As if you knew the difference between your arse and a hole in the ground!” 

“Boys, boys…need to remember why we’re here,” advised Moony. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius replied. He slapped James on the back and said, “Hey, brother, you look like you could use a drink….where’s your firewhiskey?” 

“As if you didn’t know,” James said with a roll of his eyes. 

“Why thank you James…I think that I will join you,” Sirius replied with a grin. 

As Padfoot made his way to James’s study, Peter and Remus tried to make sense of the new moans and new voices that were drifting downstairs.

“Why would these consultants be yelling ‘give it to me, girl?” asked Peter. 

Remus frowned.

“James?” 

The future father shrugged. 

“Do I look like the kind of guy who’d know the first thing about virgin rituals?” 

Remus snorted. “Well, given why we’re here, and why Lily is in labor, obviously not.” 

“Unless somebody else is the father, eh James?” quipped Peter. 

Since Sirius had just returned carrying drinks in both hands, he had to express his displeasure with that comment by kicking Wormtail in the arse. 

“Lily has been quite clear on who is to blame for her condition, you git,” stated Padfoot, as he handed James a half-full tumbler. 

“Erm, yeah, Sirius, good point,” Peter said meekly, as he rubbed his bum with both hands. 

The sudden absence of sound gave the Marauders more reasons to speculate and worry. James set his untouched drink down and returned to his pacing. His eyes focused squarely on the patch of floor two feet in front of his feet as he went back and forth. 

“I wonder what kind of rituals they’re doing,” said Peter, as he passed the time sorting through his collection of gobstones. 

“Why don’t you knock on the door and ask if you can join in?” asked Sirius. “Merlin knows you meet the minimum requirements.” 

“Up yours, Sirius,” whined Peter. 

“So that’s your best hope for losing your virginity, isn’t it Wormtail?” Sirius replied with a smile. 

“You wish.” 

Padfoot rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes…you got me there…I can only dream of being buggered by your rat-sized wand.” 

“Pipe down, both of you,” ordered Moony. 

“Yes, mom,” the two replied in monotonic unison. 

Ten minutes later, the silencing spell was lifted and the bedroom door opened. Eight of the twelve coven members walked down the stairs with flushed cheeks and smiles on their faces. 

Remus’s were-enhanced sense of smell immediately kicked in, and he silently wondered how Lily’s labor could be made easier by sex acts. 

Meanwhile, James’s demon-enhanced senses flared. He too, knew what the witches had been doing upstairs, only he knew why as well. The eight all had varying levels of sexual energy lingering about them, and it was all he could do not to grab that energy all at once and feed. 

“Success?” he asked, as the leader approached him. 

“Yes, Lord Potter, for now,” the crone replied. “Four are continuing their…work…to prevent a relapse.” 

“Good,” he replied, trying hard not to grit his teeth at the thought…or the fact that the Coven leader was standing not two feet away from him radiating with post-coital energy. 

“So the…residual?” he asked. 

The Coven leader smiled, and reached for James’s elbow.

“Waste not, want not, Milord,” she replied. 

The touch engaged James’s feeding reflex, and his nostrils flared. His eyes locked onto the elderly witch’s…she was none the worse for wear as he fed. In fact, her eyes danced with amusement as the exchange took place within the briefest of moments. 

“Erm…thank you, Matriarch,” James replied, kissing the back of her hand. 

“Very happy to be of service,” the witch said with a coy smile and curtsy. 

Similarly secret exchanges of sexual energy were facilitated by kisses on the back of each witch’s hand as they passed James on the way to the floo. James was amused to discover that the Matriarch had provided the biggest boost in energy, and he wondered whether that might reflect his son’s discriminatory tastes, or the relative strength of her orgasm. 

Four years of practice kept the other Marauders from knowing that anything was going on…James had kept his demonic heritage a secret from his male friends, and while they certainly could be trusted with that knowledge now, there were always good reasons to limit the spread of this information to anyone who hadn’t sworn already sworn themselves to secrecy. 

The boost in both physical and magical energy provided by the feedings was utilized almost immediately. While baby Harry had evidently calmed down, his mother hadn’t. In fact, her screams were now all the louder, and coarser, and more frequent. 

As the string of hurled expletives and the shouts for Lily to push reached a crescendo, so did James’s worries. He abandoned his pacing, placed one foot on the stairs, and wondered why in Merlin’s name he wasn’t by his wife’s side (in spite of her requests). 

And then Lily’s cries stopped, and a new cry was heard…a baby’s cry. 

In a flash he was up the stairs and at the closed door. 

“Lily!” he called out. 

“Hold on, James!” Emmeline replied from behind the door. 

Auror Potter leaned his head against the door and sighed, thinking his wife to be a fool for her worry…worry that he would no longer think her sexy or desirable if he watched her giving birth. 

The next five minutes were the longest of his relatively young life, as he listened to his son wail out in apparent pain. But then the crying stopped, and he feared that absence of sound signified something worse. 

Finally the door unlocked, and Madame Pomfrey opened it just a crack. She look through the gap and said, “Just you James.” 

The wizard nodded, told his friends where the special cigars he’d ordered for the occasion were hidden, and stepped inside. 

“Congratulations, Mr. Potter,” Poppy said with a smile. “It’s a boy…and then some.” 

James smiled and nodded his head (though he hadn’t heard a word Poppy said). His eyes were glued to the center of the bed, where his beautiful wife was stretched out with a sheet covering up to her waist. She was on her side, gently holding the back of her newborn’s head as he suckled on her breast. 

Lily looked up, and beckoned James towards the bed. He almost floated to her side filled with love, and amazement, and wonder. His focus on his new family was so intense, in fact, that his demon-side totally ignored the fact that their friend Emmy was naked and spooning against his wife’s back, or that the four remaining Virgins were sharing one-arm hugs and smiling as they stood skyclad on either side of the bed. 

Emmy scooted back in bed, allowing James to crawl up in between her and Lily. He propped himself on one elbow, so that he could watch his son feed…and whisper words of love into his wife’s ear. 

After a few minutes of suckling, baby Harry broke off and began to fuss. 

“What’s wrong?” James asked. 

One of the Vestal Virgins snorted, and reached down for the blanket wrapped infant. 

“Probably needs to burp,” she replied, as she conjured a cloth to place onto her shoulder, and began to pat Harry’s back. 

It took a few moments for James to process the incongruity of a baby being burped by a nude member of the Coven of Vesta. When her efforts produced a large “blap!” sound from his son’s mouth he smiled. 

“You look awfully good at that job, considering your vocation,” he quipped. 

The Coven member chuckled as she wiped some spit-up from Harry’s face. “I’ve got six nieces and nephews,” she replied.

When Harry began to fuss again, the witch placed him on her other shoulder and began to pat his back again. But it was harder for her to elicit a response, and a minute later she discovered why. 

“Is he filling his pants?” Lily asked. 

The witch shook her head as she felt Harry's head.

“He’s filling his forehead, I think,” she replied, as she handed the bundled baby back to his mother. 

Lily frowned, and sat up so that she could rest her back against the headboard. Cradling her son in her arm, she pulled back on the piece of blanket that covered the top of his head. 

“Oh, doesn’t he have the cutest little blue horns!” Emmeline squealed. 

“Unbelievable,” Lily said with a bemused snort. “Kept fourteen witches busy not one hour ago, and he’s already hungry again.” 

“That’s my boy!” James said proudly. 

Lily shook her head. “Easy for you to say, James…it’s not you that has to feed him.” 

“That would be my job,” Emmy said with a smile.

“But how many times have you already rubbed off today?” asked Lily 

“We can always help,” offered one of the Coven members, as she leaned down and placed her hand on Emmy’s bare hip. 

Lily's friend smiled and waggled her eyebrows, before lightly kicking James’s leg.

“So shoo, Papa Demon…no soup for you!” 

James snorted and nodded his head. He then kissed his wife and baby goodbye, before heading out to celebrate Marauder style.