La Blue Wizarda HP fanfic by canoncansodoff

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

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Chapter 4 - When the Seventh Month Died 

Albus Dumbledore was on a very short list of witches and wizards who had the ability to bypass the access restrictions to the Potter family’s floo connection…not because he was powerful, but because he was trusted. Trusted, that is, until the day he gave the new parents reasons to think otherwise.  

That day came on the first of August, when the Hogwarts Headmaster paid a visit to offer his congratulations to James and Lily.  Emmeline Vance had answered the initial call, and was there to meet Dumbledore as he stepped out of the fireplace.

“James got called in by the Ministry, but Lily and Harry are in the conservatory,” she noted, holding out an arm in guidance.

The Headmaster nodded and thanked the young witch, filing away in his well organized mind the fact that she was acting unusually at home at the Potter’s.  

Emmy led him to the back of the house, where a two-story glass-walled conservatory offered an abundance of sunshine and an expansive view of the gardens.  Lily was there, sitting on a chaise lounge with Harry in her arms. The bright well-lit space was filled with flowering plants, both magical and mundane.  Tables on either side of the chaise were filled with baby gifts and notes and cards offering congratulations to the family.  Animated stuffed magical animals could be seen scampering and flying about the room.  Albus’s eyes were particularly drawn towards a black grim plushie who was chasing a brown toy rat.

The Hogwarts Headmaster had offered Lily both his own congratulations and a gift.  A bit of his wandless magic opened the package, revealing a garish set of baby clothes, and a charmed nappie that played the Hogwarts school song whenever it was filled.  When Lily joked about the song not having a consistent melody, the Headmaster replied that this was actually advantageous…given the number of times that a newborn would need nappie changes, the parents wouldn’t tire of hearing the same song over and over again.

Lily let Dumbledore hold Harry, and graciously accepted the predictable comments about the baby’s green eyes and mess of fine black hair.  When asked about her health and recovery, the new mother stated that Poppy’s post-partum magic had worked wonders, and thanked him for lending the Hogwarts Matron.  The Headmaster replied that Poppy wouldn’t have missed it for the world, even if the baby had arrived on the first day of classes.

This transitional comment led to a discussion about Hogwarts and the new school term.  Dumbledore informed Lily that he had hired her childhood acquaintance, Severus Snape, to be the new Potions Professor.  Lily frowned, thinking it fortuitous that she had allowed James to go into work rather than hear this news firsthand.  She offered her concerns about Snape’s young age and inexperience, but Dumbledore assured Lily that he trusted Severus to do an excellent job, noting that he was only a year away from gaining his Mastery.  

When the conversation began to drag, Dumbledore summoned up the courage to ask when James was expected home.  Upon learning that it wouldn’t be for several hours, the Headmaster frowned, and said that he might be able to fix that in his capacity as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.  He then left, promising to return with the new father in short order.

“Well what do you make of that?” Lily whispered to her friend, as the Headmaster showed himself out.

“Dunno,” Emmy replied. “Looked like he wanted to say something, but was reluctant to do so without James here…or with me here.”

Lily shook her head. “Emmy, if it’s the latter, then we’ll quickly disabuse him of that concern…you’re part of the family now.”

As if to prove that point, baby Harry grimaced, then filled his nappie and blue knit cap at the same time.

“Oh, my,” Lily said, as she gently passed a finger over the yarn-covered points.  “Barely a day, and he needs a wet nurse again?”

“Well, he is your husband’s son,” Emmy replied, as she reached for the clean magical nappie. “Best test out the Headmaster’s present before he returns, don’t you think?”

Lily sighed, then nodded in agreement.  

“Thanks, Emmy.”

“What are friends for?”

“Erm…I really don’t think this situation normally comes to mind.”

Emmeline smiled, and touched Lily’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t mean that the situation doesn’t apply though.  I’ll be back in a bit…rub.”

Lily rolled her eyes at the pun, then closed them for a quick rest as Emmy brought the young wizard upstairs.

Harry Potter’s prenatal transformation had given the Potters plenty of time to modify the layout of their home to meet future needs.  The first floor above ground level had five bedrooms…two facing the front of the house, and three along the back.  Their master suite, in the middle of the latter three, had been converted into a nursery, with two interior doors connecting it to the new master at the head of the stairs, and Emmy’s bedroom at the far end.  

Emmy brought Baby Harry into his brightly-lit room, which had all of the typical nursery furniture, and three times the number of toys that were down in the conservatory, and laid him on the changing table.

“Alright, My Little Merlin,” she told the newborn.  “Let’s clean you up, then we can calm you down, okay?”

The witch smiled when the baby cooed and reached for her finger, certain that it was her tone of voice, rather than the words, that were comforting.  

Changing the soiled magical nappie was a straightforward process that was both easier and safer than Muggle counterparts…almost all of the mess was banished on contact with the material, leaving only the odd bit of poo tucked into folds of skin and cracks.  The nappie also had a built-in shield charm that activated whenever it was opened, so that caregivers weren’t sprayed by a boy baby’s mischievous golden streams.

Once Harry’s below-the-waist needs were met, Emmy wrapped him back up within his blanket, and set him into his crib.  She smiled, and gave the baby the same kind of diagnostic head rub that his mum had provided earlier.  The horns that she felt were each a little more than a inch long, and sat two inches above Harry’s hairline.  

With a goal now firmly in mind, the witch slipped into the space hidden behind a heavy curtain that hung against the back side of the crib.  This curtain, drawn against the width of the room, hid the doorway connection to Emmy’s bedroom, and divided the nursery from a windowless space lit by indirect low-powered torchlight.   

The blonde-haired witch hung her robes on a wall hook, shimmied out of her skirt and knickers, and kicked off her low-heeled dragonhide boots.  Now dressed only in a loose cotton shirt, the witch padded across a plush carpet and sank bare-arsed into the deep cushions of a sectional sofa that sat in front of the curtain.  She then leaned her head back, until it rested against that curtain and the crib that sat just on the other side.

Harry’s future godmother glanced around the room and smiled.  Lily had gone all out to stock her “Naughty Nook” with wanking aids….there were Muggle pornographic magazines stacked on the low table in front of her, and a cabinet full of charmed toys and potion-based lubricants to the side.  Emmy’s eyes then honed in on her favorite aide within the room…a magical painting from Ancient Greece that displayed a handsome nude male standing on the bare stage of an open-air theater.

“Kalispera, my lady,” the echo said, as he tilted his head towards Emmy.

“And a good afternoon to you, Aleksander,” replied the witch.  “Care to give me a show?”

“I was painted to serve, my lady,” replied the portrait, as he casually leaned back against a marble column and loosely grabbed his oversized bits.   “So what would you like to see?”

“Hmmm,” Emmy replied with eye waggle, as she spread her knees and took hold of her own sex.  “How about a nude wrestling match?”

“An excellent choice,” the echo replied. “And should my opponent be male or female?”

“Male, I think,” said Emmy.  “But not for sex…only for wrestling.  Have one of the slave girls apply the oil to your bodies before the match, and then scrape you clean afterwards.  But while she is cleaning your bits, you both get hard, and she invites you to ravish her, and you penetrate her, both front and back, at the same time.”

The echo chuckled as he slowly stroked himself. “I adore a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”  Looking down at his growing erection, he then asked. “So what if the oil application gets us aroused before the match begins…shall we rub ourselves, or ask the girl to take care of it?  Or…perhaps my opponent and I could help each other out during the match?”

“Choices, choices,” Emmy replied with a laugh.  She then closed her eyes and thought for a moment as her fingers combed through her thick patch of blond pubic hair.

“No homoerotic helping during the match,” she finally decided. “Ask the brown haired echo with the huge breasts to play the part of the slave girl.  If either you or your opponent gets aroused, have her pour the olive oil on her own chest and then shag her baps.”

“It shall be as you command, my lady,” the echo said with a low bow.  He then darted behind stage, while Emmy’s fingers darted up inside her shirt to pinch a nipple.  She’d gotten incredibly aroused just by verbalizing the sex scene, and was quite certain that no further aide was needed.  But as long as James and Lily had gone to all of the trouble of obtaining the pornographic painting for her use….

Her resolve crumbled just as soon as Aleksander and his nude opponent walked on stage.  The other male echo had even bigger bits than the first, as was proven when the “slave girl” drizzled olive oil down its length.

Emmy came before the match even began.

“Hold on,” she gasped, as legs trembled involuntarily.

The three echoes complied instantly, and allowed Emmy to catch her breath.

“Be right back,” she promised, as she slipped her robes over her head, and dashed back onto the other side of the curtain.  There she found a very happy-looking baby lying on his back.

“Let’s see if that was enough,” Emmy said, as she reached down towards Harry’s cap-covered head.

The newborn’s eyes tracked the motion, and reached up to once again take hold of Emmy’s outstretched finger.  She was surprised with how well the one-day old baby could follow her hand…and even more surprised when the baby’s fingers wrapped around her own and pulled it towards his mouth.

“Oh, no, sweetheart…sweet Merlin, that’s a strong grip!” Emmy exclaimed, as she tried to pull the finger back.  But Harry had other ideas, and held firm.

“Your Mum and Dad are going to want to see this,” the witch stated, as she reached out with her other hand and determined that Harry still had horns.  “But only after you’re done feeding, okay?”

The newborn’s grip loosened, causing Emmy to wonder if it was all possible that he actually understood what she had said.  She left that analysis for later, though…for there was a scene of her own creation waiting to play out on the other side of the curtain.

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Emmy allowed the oil-painted and oil-soaked actors to complete their play before she checked on Harry again.  Their three acts left the witch with very tired fingers, and indirectly left Harry with a smoothed forehead.  She stepped into her bedroom’s en suite lavatory for a quick shower before heading back downstairs.

That Lily could be heard cursing even more creatively and explicitly than she had during labor suggested to Emmeline that something bad had happened in her absence

“Honey…sweetheart…you need to calm down!” James was begging, in between the casting of repair spells on broken panes of glass.

“I’ll calm down just as soon as that miserable, manipulative dollop of dragon dung fixes the mess that he made!” Lily yelled.

“Honey!  You can’t call the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot dragon dung!”

“Well if the shite fits…”

“Is it safe to join you two?” Emmy asked, as she entered the conservatory.

“Oh, sorry,” her friend replied, as she deflated a bit and leaned back into her chair. “How’s Harry?”

“Sleeping peacefully, if you can believe it.”

“And he’s done feeding?”

“Yes.”

“So…how many did it take?” asked Lily.

“Somewhere between two and four,” Emmy replied with a smile. “Sorry, but those last three were on top of each other…didn’t want to stop and check.”

James, who had been busy repairing windows broken by Lily’s post-partum accidental magic, turned back towards the two witches.

“Has to be closer to four,” he told Emmy, as his nostrils flared.  “He left you with hardly more than a bite-sized morsel of energy.”

“Also took my finger with an amazingly strong grip, right after the first,” Emmy replied.

“He did, did he?” asked James, as his chest puffed with pride. “Has to be the strength of the demon in him.”

“Oh, Merlin, quit crowing and get that wand out…I’ve still got some pent up frustration to bleed off,” his wife stated.

“Yes, Dear,” James replied with a grin.

“So Dumbledore has come and gone, I take it?”

Lily nodded. “Lucky he was able to leave…I should have knee-capped the bastard with blasting hexes.”

“What did he do?” asked Emma.

“Decided to wait until it was too late to tell us that Harry might be the subject of a…”

“Lily?” asked James.

“What?” his wife shot back. “If Emmy is going to help take care of Harry, she needs to know just as much as we do!”

“Erm…yes, Dear.”

“Know what, Lils?” Emmeline asked.

“That Dumbledore heard a prophecy regarding a child who was born as the seventh month died, to parents who had thrice defied the Dark Lord.”

“As the seventh month…what about this child?”

“Dumbledore says that “The One” who matches these qualifications will have the power to defeat the Dark Lord.”

“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” Emmy asked incredulously.  “A newborn with the power to defeat him?”

“Yeah, it sounded ridiculous to us too,” James admitted.  “The problem, though, is that one of the Death Eaters overheard this prophecy and told his Master.  And so long as he believes that the prophecy could be fulfilled…”

“He’ll be looking for any baby born in July whose parents have defied him.”

“Yeah, defied him three times, just like us,” Lily declared.  

“Or like Frank and Alice,” James added.

“Oh, no…their son was born yesterday as well!”

“Exactly,” Lily replied with a deep sigh.  “If we had known in advance…might have paid for an advertisement in the Daily Prophet that said we defied the Dark bastard…just to make it one more than ‘thrice’…Or I could have spelled my fanny shut and crossed my legs until the stroke of midnight.  But no…Dumbledore waits until afterwards to drop this on us.”

“Why would he wait…”

“Said that it had been a heavy burden to bear, not being able to interfere with the prophecy for fear of making things worse….bunch of poppycock if you ask me.”

“So what did he propose we do now?” Emmeline asked.

“Hide,” James spat. “Hide behind magic…which sounds like a bad idea all around.”

“Why?”

“Let’s say that Harry is the one with the power,” James explained.  “Just how old and how well-trained would he have to be to stand up against the Dark Lord? How many decades would we have to stay hidden until our son is ready?”

“Well…what did Dumbledore say to that?”

“That it was a temporary measure, to be undertaken whilst he researches other options,” Lily said disdainfully.  

Emmeline shook her head and let out a sigh. “So why don’t you just leave the country?  Merlin knows you’ve got the means…and that house in St. Kitts, or the flat in Paris…”

“I can’t leave,” James said with a scowl.  “So long as there’s a War and Death Eater attacks, the MLE has cancelled all leaves, denied all vacation requests, and even brought folks back out of retirement.”

“So why not quit?”

“They won’t let him,” Lily lamented.  “All letters of resignation have been refused, and their bloody oaths as Aurors would take his magic if James just walked away from the job.  He’s gone and suggested that I take Harry away, at least, but who would feed him if I wasn’t here?”

“I could manage,” James muttered.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Lily replied. She then shook her head and said, “So we’re staying, for now, and it’s up to Dumbledore to make things right.”

“What kind of magical protections did he propose?”

“It’s called a Fidelius spell,” Lily replied. “Incredibly complex piece of magic…only a handful of people in the world capable of casting it.”

“And Dumbledore is one of them?”

James shook his head. “No, his strength lies in transfiguration, not charms…Dumbledore volunteered Professor Flitwick’s services…said that he called him back from his holidays, and that he’ll swing around tomorrow to help.”

Emmy frowned as her friend followed up with a detailed description of what the spell does and how it worked.

“So what is the secret that Dumbledore proposes be kept hidden?” she asked.

“The location of our hide-out,” James replied.

“But what if your Secret Keeper is caught by the Death Eaters and tortured?”

“Then we’re buggered,” said Lily.  “Dumbledore volunteered to be our Secret Keeper, but given how little we trust him now…”

“Why not one of you two?” Emmy asked.

James shook his head. “We thought that would work, until Dumbledore pointed out the downsides…if the house caught on fire, and the only people who knew where it was located were inside the house, then…”

Emmy thought for a few moments. “There has to be a better way of protecting Harry, then,” she stated.  “Maybe…wait…does this secret have to be linked to a building?”

“No,” said Lily. “Could be any bit of information.  The only limitation is on the magic that would fight against its protection.”

“What kind of magic?”

“Depends on the situation,” James replied. “For example, my magic or Harry’s magic would fight hard against any attempt to hide knowledge of the fact that we have demonic heritage…aside from the issues of pride and power, what would happen if Dumbledore was made secret keeper for that secret and didn’t then share the information with us?”

“You wouldn’t know what was happening with your body, or know what steps were needed to keep you from madness,” Emmy realized. “So if Harry was this child of prophecy, and we tried to keep that fact a secret, the prophecy’s magic would keep the spell from working?”

Lily nodded. “And probably kill the spell caster along the way.”

“But you said that Dumbledore isn’t certain that Harry is this child, right?  Alice’s newborn also meets the criteria.”

“So if it’s one of the two, and Professor Flitwick tries to protect both, he’d still meet resistance,” James reasoned.  “If not here, then over at Frank and Alice’s.”

“But maybe if we were clever, and used some of the logic that so often escapes the wizarding world…” Lily mused.

James’s nostrils flared as his wife furrowed her eyebrows and concentrated.

“Merlin, Lils, you know how sexy you look when you get to thinking…”

Lily scowled. “Could you put a lid on your inner demon and think with your other head for once?”

“Apparently not,” Emmy quipped, as she watched horns pop out of the wizard’s messy black mop of hair.

“Can I help it if I find my sexy wife sexy?” James asked.

“Think first, feed later,” Lily growled.  “And if you’re a good little demon, I’ll let you put Poppy’s healing skills to the test down there.”

“Down there, down there?” James asked. “Don’t tease me Lils, it’s been more than a month…”

“You heard me, Demon Spawn,” Lily said with a wink and a grin.

Having been properly incentivized, James’s inner demon was unusually cooperative as the three began to brainstorm.