I Do Not Own Harry Potter or DC

So a Brief Authors note explaining this story:

This...has not been a good year for me. Between my father's passing, the corona virus, my hours at work changing so that I have one less day off per week (instead of working four ten hour shifts, I now work five eight hour shifts), and helping out my mother with things now that she doesn't have my father anymore, I haven't had much time to actually work on anything, and, with a few exceptions, my muse has gotten heavily suppressed in favor of real life.

This story, which is not meant to be taken to seriously, was a suggestion by one of my friends to try and jump-start my muse. They suggested I come up with a weird scenario for a short story (they specifically said not a one-shot, but under ten chapters) and try to write this weird scenario seriously. I came up with this idea that FemHarry has a child with a DC (or Marvel, but I used DC) Supervillainess. But that only seemed like a one-shot idea to me at the time, so I decided, since seven is supposedly a magical number, I would write a story were FemHarry has children with seven supervillainess' from DC. Each chapter would explain how Azalea (FemHarry) had these children, and the last chapter would involve the villains' discovering they had children with Azalea, leaving eight chapters in Total Planned for this jump-start.

Much to my Muses' dismay, I could simply take this first bit I've written and try to turn it into a story...at the moment, I'm not going to. I'm going to stick to my plan...much to my muses annoyance, especially as I have a plan for this story, and not a new last minute inspiration for a story that my muse provided. Perhaps I may come back to it, but not at the moment.

Each Supervillainess has already been chosen. Hopefully, If my muse co-operates when I have the time to actually write, this will be seen through to the end. Hopefully, It won't take too long either.

If the rest of the authors note did not make this clear, this story contains FemHarry, FemSlash, and Harry/Multi

Chapter 1 – Harley Quinn

Moving to Gotham City, or rather a small town, a few miles outside of it, wasn't a hard decision for Azalea Potter.

The young woman had, frankly, gotten sick of the magical world in general, as well as the United Kingdom. Not that the UK didn't have some beautiful scenery, it did, but Azalea wanted to live somewhere where the weather let the sun shine more. Choosing Gotham seemed like a good choice.

She was far enough from the city that it's high crime rate shouldn't really affect her home. Her property was large and beachfront (thanks to inheriting a fair bit of money from both her parents and godfather). The weather ranged from bright sunny days she could take a dip in the ocean, to snowy days she could build a snowman in and curl up in front of the fireplace with a good book. And, if she did have any magical things she needed to purchase, Gotham had a magical district and was close enough for her to make a day trip to.

And the name of the town, Little London, amused her to no end.

Little London was one of those countless small towns in America people passed through to get to bigger cities. In fact, the highway that led to Gotham was the town's main street. This meant that the gas station, two motels, and restaurants in in Little London did a pretty good business.

Azalea had in fact, just opened up her own modest restaurant to take advantage of this, and provide her something to do. Cooking had been one of the few things she'd enjoyed from her time at the Dursley's, and she'd gotten better at it in the years since. Not that owning a restaurant meant the same as cooking in one, but she could certainly spend some time in the kitchen. She'd simply called the restaurant Azalea's Kitchen, and she already had a pretty good business.

Granted, her business was mostly locals trying to avoid the fast food chains that dominated the town due to it being the highway to Gotham, but she got some travelers that wanted to enjoy a sit down meal instead of fast food as well.

She didn't have an overly complex menu, though she did have some more upscale dishes for those nights locals wanted to go out or celebrate something special, her daily sales were typical restaurant food. And she didn't even try to compete with either of Little London's two bars. A liquor license wasn't something she wanted to worry about, plus she occasionally liked to go out herself...and didn't want to worry about any bad blood going to a competitor.

Not to mention avoiding any awkwardness when she tried to pick up women in her own place. No, it was much better to attempt to do so in an establishment you didn't own.

Her sexuality had been another big motivator in leaving magical Britain. They were still stuck in the Victorian age at times, including their view of homosexuality.

Azalea had first began realizing she was attracted to other women in her third year at Hogwarts, and the fourth year Yule Ball had confirmed she had no interest in men. Though she'd had neither the courage, motivation, or time to worry about her attraction to women until after she defeated Voldemort the last time.

Coming out as a lesbian had...not gone well for the raven haired witch.

Her friends had ostracized her, and she had been forbidden from seeing her own godson by his grandmother and guardian. Only Fleur Weasley and Luna Lovegood had been understanding. Luna...never really cared, beyond the fact Azalea was her friend. But Luna had her own issues after her imprisonment at Malfoy Manor. Fleur was originally from France, and magical France had a very different outlook on the world than Magical Britain.

Fleur had suggested, and helped, Azalea move to France. Of course, Fleur had failed to mention she'd arranged for Azalea to move into a veela colony.

Needless to say, the next few years had been educational for the young and, at the time, virginal witch. By the time Azalea had finished her magical, non-magical, and culinary education, she had been very, very far from virginal. And she'd learned a lot from the veela she'd lived among, and not just about sex...

...Though she did learn a lot about that.

She'd actually considered staying in France, was planning on it in fact, until one of Voldemort's unidentified and uncaptured Deatheater's had tracked her down and tried to kill her in revenge for killing his master.

He hadn't stood a chance against Azalea, but she didn't want the hassle of worrying about more idiots like him tracking her down. So she decided to move across the ocean. At least then, it would be harder for her to be tracked down.

Which was how the twenty-three year old witch had ended up in Little London.

Tonight was a night off from working in the restaurant...Azalea made sure to give herself two nights off a week (just so she had time to herself to de-stress from the rigors of owning and operating her own business), though things were going smooth enough she was debating beginning to take more days off, now that the business was pretty well established.

She also decided that she'd see if she couldn't pick some-one up from one of the bars...it had been a while since she'd gotten lucky, and living among veela had not really diminished her sex drive.

So she'd gotten out some form fitting jeans and a nice shirt that wouldn't look out of place at a bar, along with some sexy black lingerie to wear under it. She then curled her raven hair, applied a light dusting of makeup to accentuate her aristocratic features. And put in her contacts, allowing her emerald green eyes to be seen clearly without her glasses.

After checking herself out in the mirror, and making a few adjustments to her outfit, Azalea headed out to Paddy's Pub.

The pub wasn't as Irish as it liked to claim, but it was closest to the two hotels.

Hazel was more likely to find an attractive out-of-towner there than she was at The Oasis, the towns other bar. She wanted to avoid any potential issues of taking a local she'd see at her restaurant as a bed partner.

It wasn't like she was looking for commitment anyway...she just had an itch she wanted scratched...hopefully rather vigorously.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel was too excited to sleep.

The perky blond psychologist was on her way to Gotham City, she'd gotten a job at Arkham Asylum. It was her first job since getting her doctorate, and she was eager to get there. That said, she'd decided that, as close as Gotham was to Little London, she'd driven far enough for the day.

Besides, her new apartment wouldn't even be ready for her until tomorrow, so she'd pulled her car, along with small trailer it was pulling, into a hotel in this small town. She'd fully intended to try and sleep, she'd have a lot of work tomorrow moving into her apartment, not to mention starting her new job in three more days, but she had too much energy.

So the blonde decided to ask the desk clerk were the nearest bar was. A couple of drinks to relax were just what the doctor (she laughed at her own joke, since she was now technically a doctor) ordered.

Once at the bar, a nice little place called Paddy's Pub, found herself being flirted with as she drank.

Harleen knew she should be a bit more moderate in her drinking, but the attractive (she could admit to her own bi-sexual tendencies) raven haired young woman was buying. She was a pleasant conversationalist, and Azalea, as she introduced herself, had a killer body. Seriously, her curves looked fucking perfect in the shirt and jeans she was wearing, and her breast had to be at least C-cups, and were straining against her shirt.

Not to mention the fact Harley felt she could get lost in those emerald green eyes.

To be perfectly honest, Harley had no regrets taking Azalea back to her hotel room.

And if Harley thought Azalea looked perfect before...she looked positively sinful in the lacy black lingerie she'd had underneath her clothing. What followed was a night of passion Harley doubted she'd ever forget. Harley had never before had a lover like Azalea...the things she could do with her tongue...

The blonde had actually lost count of the orgasms she'd had.

To her surprise, after passing out after her last orgasm, Harleen had awoken to find Azalea still in her arms. She'd made herself even more memorable by buying her breakfast (at her own restaurant, which had some pretty goddamned good food), and giving her one last pantie wetting (okay, pantie dropping to be honest. Harley was prepared to postpone her trip and let Azalea worship her, or to worship Azalea herself. Hell, she was prepared to be Azalea's sex slave the rest of her life if the raven haired woman asked.) kiss before Harley left to continue her trip to Gotham.

Even years later, the thought would drift into Harley Quinn's mind what would have happened if she'd stayed in Little London with the woman she only knew as Azalea.

It was seven weeks after her tryst with the blonde doctor that was passing through Little London, and Azalea found herself bent over her toilet, vomiting and cursing her magic.

It wasn't a well known fact in magical Britain, but the veela she'd lived with had made sure she understood the risks before any of them slept with her. A witch didn't need a man to get pregnant

All pregnancy took for a witch was a sexual partner. If...for reasons unknown to even veela, their magic found themselves compatible with their partner, the witch's magic would reach out, without any sign to the witch or their partner, take genetic material from their partner, and impregnate the witch. This could happen from a simple blowjob, and could certainly happen with a female partner. There wasn't really a way to prevent it from happening, and it was actually supposed to be quite rare, but it was a risk any sexually active witch faced.

Azalea had already cast the spell confirming her pregnancy. Considering that Harleen was the last person she'd had sex with, she'd had a bit of dry spell before the blonde, and the fact the spell let her know just how far along she was, it wasn't hard for the witch to figure out just who she was having a child with.

This presented Azalea with two problems.

The first was whether or not to keep the child. This...wasn't really an issue for Azalea. She wanted to be a mother, though she did hope she would have been married or at least had a steady girlfriend before having said child. Still, Azalea wasn't in any hurry to not have the child she was now carrying, even if it was the result of a one night stand.

The second problem was whether she should attempt to find Harleen and tell her she was going to have a child. This problem took a few weeks for Azalea to figure out. Ultimately, Azalea decided against this, for a few reasons. The biggest was she had no idea how to explain to Harleen, who appeared to be non-magical, that she'd gotten another woman pregnant. Smaller considerations involved the fact that, aside from the fact her first name was Harleen and she was a doctor, Azalea knew nothing else about the blonde...at least nothing that would help her track her down.

A month before she was due to give birth, Azalea felt more than justified not tracking Harleen down. The news was running a story on how a Doctor Harleen Quinzel had helped the Joker, a murderous madman, escape from Arkham Asylum, and had run off with him.

Anyone that unstable, Azalea didn't want near her child...no matter how attractive they were, or how good they were in bed.

A month after Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn, leaving her job as a psychologist behind to be the Joker's girlfriend, Azalea Potter gave birth to her daughter, Lily Leena Potter

That's it for the first Villainess. Hope you enjoyed.

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