Harry looked around the spacious dining room as they entered for dinner. This was FAR fancier than the Dursley's ordinary kitchen. "Y-your d-dining room is nice m-mama..." he complimented, eliciting a kiss on the cheek.

"Why thank you sweetheart!" Morrigan smirked. "I DO love the more extravagant lifestyle, it befits me in my personal opinion."

"a-are you a princess..?" Harry asked the succubi. She giggled at that comment and patted his head.

"After dinner sweetie. I have some things I need to tell you about." Harry nodded in affirmation and allowed himself to be placed at the table. He seemed a little unsure of how to respond to the wide spread of food before him... In fact only his eyes were above the table. Morrigan tisked and lifted him onto her lap and decided to make his plate for him. When she was done he had a HUGE plate of food. Harry seemed unsure what to do with the utensils anyway... Morrigan gave the food a glance. She doubted he'd be able to eat all of it. She looked down at her child. "Now, dearie, if you get full and want to stop eating, please tell me, okay?"

"I-I don't wanna be r-rude to the cooks..." he replied, attempting to be considerate of feelings. Morrigan smiled and held up a spoonful of Mashed potatoes.

"You won't be rude to the cooks. They'll understand." She reassured gently as she spoonfed the little boy. "I don't want your tummy to get sick."

"But...don't you only get si-sick when y-you drink t-the chemicals?" he asked the princess who grew angry but hid it.

"No, there are other ways to get sick. I don't want your little tummy to hurt, dear." She gave the child's stomach a playful poke. He giggled and squirmed before opening his mouth for more food in innocent greed. She laughed and put more in his stomach, suddenly feeling an emotion from him. One that was very familiar... Morrigan smiled. 'Well...I never thought a child would be the first one to show me love this pure...' Morrigan basked in it's delicious properties and hugged him, feeding him another spoonful of food. Then she continued for another couple of minute before he began to tire and become groggy from the fullness. She shook him gently. "Stay awake hun. I have someone to introduce you too."

Harry whined halfheartedly and looked up at his new mother. "R-Really? Who?" He asked softly, curious.

Morrigan grinned and picked him up, forgetting her food entirely and carrying him to her sisters room's door. "It's your Aunt Harry. She's my sister and she's very nice."

Harry fidgeted slightly, but made no protest and allowed himself to be carried to the room of his mothers' sister. Morrigan smiled. He looked so worried! HE was gonna be shocked to find how nice she was...hopefully. She knocked on the door. "Just a minute!" Came the cheerful response from the other side of the door. Morrigan smiled at the sound of her dear sister's voice. Suddenly it flung open to reveal Lillith in her nightdress that showed off a lot of cleavage. Lillith blushed when she realized she was in the presence of a child and then looked at Morrigan in shock. "Y-you they're off limits right?!"

Morrigan looked confused for a moment before her eyes widened. "Are you implying-SISTER, NO!" She exclaimed, horrified and disgusted. "NO NO NO! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

Lillith sighed, "Phew...you had me so worried...Uh...why is he...?"

Harry had hidden inside Morrigan's bust instinctively. "Um...Is...Is this your sister, mama...?" He squeaked out.

Lilliths jaw dropped in complete and utter shock. "Yes little Harry! Now please, stop hiding in my chest and come say hi! Lillith you too. Be friendly."

Morrigan said this in a chipper, calm tone of voice. Lillith was still stunned that this human child had called her big sister 'mama.' The little one turned and looked at her with big eyes, uttering a simple wave and saying, "H-Hi..." Needless to say, she melted like butter.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HE'S SO CUTE! WHERE'D YOU GET HIM, SIS?! I WANNA HOLD HIM! CAN I? CAN I? CAN I?!"

Harry whimpered a little bit at the outburst and Morrigan held his head tight and scowled. "Lillith! Don't yell! He's shy."

Lillith blushed and clapped her hands over her mouth. "I'm sorry." She squeaked. "But...I still REALLY wanna hold him...Can I? Please?"

Morrigan looked at Harry, who looked at Lillith fearfully. Morrigan gave him a squeeze and handed him off. Lillith squeeled and hugged him tighly, rocking him back and forth. Harry decided his aunt Lillith was nice...but also kind of rough. Morrigan placed a hand on her shoulder. "Careful...careful please. He's very fragile."

Lillith calmed, eventually sitting in her bed cuddling Harry. "He's so tiny!" She gushed. "Sooooo little! Like a plush doll!" Harry was eating up the attention pretty quickly despite being full, and he let himself get cuddles and played with by his Aunt. Morrigan smiled and sighed with relief as she beheld the scene. She had been concerned that her playful, upbeat sister would end up frightening her new child, but this was clearly not the case. After a little bit Lillith pouted in dissapontment. "Little one...stay awake so I can play with you please?" she asked the bundle. Harry lazily opened his eyes.

"Kay..." He said sleepily before yawning. Morrigan frowned.

"Sister, I think it's time for Harry to go to sleep."

"But he's SOOO cute! I never wanna let him go! Plus I wanna know why he's tiny! He's a skeleton practically!"

Morrigan realized she probably should tell him her role as princess... Morrigan sighed. "Lillith, come along. I'll explain everything once the little dear's fallen asleep. All right?"

Lillith sighed in defeat. "Alright you win..."

Harry held out his arms toward Morrigan while his bottom lip stick out, quivering. Morrigan scooped him up quickly, rocking him back and forth until Harry slipped into dreamland. Morrigan smiled warmly. She couldn't help it...he was so CUTE! Lillith gave her a look, "So sister...where. In the world. Did you get a cutie like that?! Is he your biological kid?! When did this happen?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Morrigan placed a hand over Lillith's mouth to quiet her. Lillith continued talking regardless, her voice muffled by the older succubi's hand. "Lillith! Let me tuck him in at least before you bombard me!" she demanded, slipping him under the covers of her bed and kissing his head.

Then Lillith continued. "What's his name? Why's he so tiny? Why-"

"One question at a time, PLEASE, Lillith." Morrigan said in exasperation, rubbing her temples.

Lillith sucked in a breath before asking her first question of many. "Is he biologically your son? Because if he is who's the dad?"

Morrigan sighed. "No but I plan on Blood Adopting him."

Lillith asked again, "Where'd you get him from?"

Morrigan scowled. "From a bunch of DISGUSTING human beings." Lillith visibly froze and became worried. Morrigan continued. "I was shirking off my duties by finding myself a meal tonight when I came across a tiny neighbourhood that was the most boring if ever seen. As I was flying I heard this little one crying by some tossed over trash cans. He's been...horribly abused Lillith..."

Lillith froze in her tracks. "Who did it? How slowly should I kill them? Should I save some for you?"

Morrigan patted her head. "I already ended him dear. Nothing to concern yourself with."

Lillith pouted and carried on to her next and final question, as all others had been answered. "So...he thinks you're his mama?"

"He doesn't THINK I'm his mother. He KNOWS I'm his mother. I've already decided to accept the role." Morrigan said proudly.

"No no, I mean does he think you birthed him and everything? Because if you haven't and you bring it up he's gonna be pretty sad."

Morrigan thought back through all their interactions. "I doubt he thinks I gave birth to him." She replied calmly.

"Ugh you know what I mean!" she scoffed.

"No no, I told him I wasn't, but he certainly doesn't seem to care." she responded, "Now you're his Aunt."

"Yay!" Lillith had to restrain herself from leaping towards the bed and relentlessly cuddling the little boy a second time. "I'm auntie Lillith!"

"Yes, Yes you are. Now it is QUITE late. I think I'll turn in. Please wear more modest clothing from now on? Pretty Please?"

"What, and your usual attire is okay?" She retaliated.

"...touché." she replied, hiding behind a fold out wall and changing outfits.

"...That outfit is literally no better than the one you were just wearing..."

"All right, forget the clothing"! Morrigan snapped.

"Heh heh...goodnight sister!" Lillith called, jumping onto one side of Harry and hugging him.

Morrigan blinked in surprise. "...Lillith, that's my bed."

"Uh-huh! It's really comfy!"

"We literally have the same bed." she deadpanned.

"Lemme snuggle the baby!" she called back.

Morrigan rolled her eyes. "Oh, Lillith..." She said. "You're such a child..."

"Shush! Get in here and cuddle!" she demanded nuzzling Harry's face relentlessly. Morrigan groaned and slipped in as well. She wrapped her arms and wings around her little boy and smiled warmly at the lightness of his small frame. Enjoying the embrace, the newly formed family fell asleep, each one dreamless and deep. Harry was probably the happiest boy there was... He finally had people that would feed him and love him and take care of him... His biggest dream had come true! He got to be loved! And as a result of such happiness he hugged Morrigan and slept soundly.