The All Hallow's Eve celebrations were in full swing as the clock
began to near Midnight, the Witching Hour. The wizard named
James Potter stood on the balcony of his private top floor flat looking
out over the thronging crowds of witches and wizards enjoying
themselves below. Many times in the past it had been him down
there amongst the mob. Usually by this time of night back in the old
days he'd already be totally shitfaced drunk along with his old school
chums, and best mates, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
They had called themselves the Marauders back then, and they
had well lived up to the name. They'd all go off together, drink
themselves into a stupor, Sirius would find girls for them, they'd get
laid, and wake up mid afternoon in some shithole of a hotel room
wondering how they got there. All except the fourth Marauder, poor
little Peter Pettigrew, who was actually more of a pathetic hanger-on
than a real Marauder. James and the others mostly kept Peter
around for comic relief.
Sirius and Remus were still out there tonight enjoying the party.
James knew that Sirius would show up for work sometime late
tomorrow looking like he'd spent the night being arse raped by a
herd of centaurs. James would get him sobered up and send him to
St. Mungo's hospital for an exam to see if he'd picked up any
venereal diseases tonight. Remus, who was a werewolf during full
moons, at least managed to lose any new strains of infection after
one full transformation. That Lycanthropy was an excellent cure for
the clap was probably the only good thing that could be said about it
though.
Today had been a busy day for James; he had concluded
negotiations through his contacts in Gringott's Bank to purchase a
proper home in the country for Lily, his wife, and himself to live.
Godric's Hollow had become too bloody loud and raucous. The small
town atmosphere it once had was long since gone; everything was
about money these days, but James was the last one who could
complain about that. Still, it was no place to live, especially for a
family. He still maintained his family's old muggle style frame house
on the outskirts of town, but it was no longer a proper place for them
to live either. He kept it now mostly as a blind, a place where most of
their friends thought they still lived. Only a very trusted few knew the
truth about the secret life that he and Lily led.
The new place was a new luxury villa well outside the usual tourist
haunts of the Hollow, but with all the magical amenities. The cost
wasn't cheap, but Gringott's, the bank run by goblins and used by all
English wizards, knew he was good for it. His business featured a
premium product line that no other entrepreneur could match, and
the damned goblins were eager to have the Potters in their debt,
literally and figuratively. They were usually the first ones wanting to
make use of his facilities, and not embarrassed to point out the many
favors they had extended to him when asking for a special reduced
admission price for the premium services.
The business had been built up from nothing, and with the hiring of
a new operations manager to replace Sirius, things had taken an
immediate upturn. Sirius didn't have the professional knowledge to
run a real business, plus he was too personally fond of having a
good time to place in a position of responsibility. Sirius was now
promoted to an 'executive' position where he couldn't fuck things up.
Now the money was pouring in, and he and Lily could relax a bit
and begin to enjoy the type of wealthy entrepreneur lifestyle they had
really wanted. He hadn't started life wealthy, but he couldn't
complain. He had been very fortunate in the turn of events. Very few
people, muggle or magi, could claim to have literally stumbled into a
situation where they could become very wealthy without having to do
any real labor. James Potter still didn't understand how he had been
chosen by fate to have this good fortune. Even his old friend, Albus
Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, couldn't explain it to him, although James felt that
Dumbledore was holding back on him. That old bastard always knew
more than he told, and was always running some kind of game
behind the scenes. Things were never what they seemed with
Dumbledore.
Financial wealth had not been the only benefit to come with his
exceptional good fortune. There was Lily. Lily Evans had always
been aloof in his presence during their school days at Hogwarts; she
was always considered a very powerful and talented witch by her
professors. However, there was one drawback she had not been
able to overcome in magical society. Lily's parents were muggles,
the wizarding name for ordinary non-magical people.
Being a muggleborn witch meant she had no family ties to open
doors, and there were few friends who were in a position to help
within the 'old witch's network'. Indeed, many magi were quite hostile
to muggleborns, holding them in low regard and referring to them by
the derogative term of 'mudblood'. Chief among these were those
magi who called themselves purebloods because they were born of
a witch and wizard. Often the haughtiest of these were those
purebloods from the ancient family lines of magical persons. These
families were now dwindling in size and often heavily intermarried.
Over the generations this process had only served to condense their
power and wealth into the hands of a few who now considered
themselves a sort of chosen elite among magi.
While in school, James had always felt that Lily was physically
attracted to him, but was afraid to get close to a pureblood wizard. It
was the purebloods who commonly teased her and played dirty
tricks on her. They were the ones who openly called her a filthy
mudblood in the hallways. Even those purebloods whose family had
no real wealth to brag of, which definitely included the Potters, could
be intimidating to muggleborns. Lily had put up a brave façade that it
didn't matter to her what the others thought of her, but it really did.
Whatever else could be said, Lily Evans was a beautiful woman
when she got to her fifth year at Hogwarts. With her dark red hair
and emerald green eyes, she made more than one little school boy
feel a throbbing sensation in his trousers when she walked past.
James had tried his best to get in her knickers for three years and
got nowhere. Even Sirius, who rarely failed at getting laid, had hit on
her and come away with nothing. James felt that Lily couldn't bring
herself to believe that a wizard of good family would really want more
than a quick shag and then go off to laugh and brag with the boys
about nailing a mudblood.
The days after school were much the same. Because of her
bloodline, or lack there of, she saw less talented witches get offered
high paying prestigious positions, while she was passed over. She
had finally gotten a low paying job at St. Mungo's Hospital for
Magical Maladies, the central hospital in Britain for injured or sick
magi. She had a job in the apothecary section mixing standard
medicinal potions. It was a shit job and she hated it, she was
depressed, and she barely talked to James and other old school
friends when they would come by to see her. James knew what she
wanted, she was a talented witch and she wanted to lead the life of
an upper-class magus. There were only two ways to do that,
connections, and money. Neither of which she had.
Neither did she fit in with the muggle world in which she had been
raised. Her own sister now despised her and called her a freak, but
James knew that that was just her sister's insane jealousy of Lily
being born a witch and not her. Lily Evans had been a frightened
woman; frightened of poverty, frightened of being relegated to a life
of useless drudgery, of forever being looked down upon by those of
so called superior bloodline, and no way to escape.
Then James, with the help of his best mate Sirius Black, had made
a remarkable chance discovery while exploring in the mountains
beyond Hogwarts. He discovered a virtual gold mine that to his own
astonishment was all his; and it was Sirius who told him how to make
a fortune from it. The effect this had on Lily towards his romantic
advances to her had been a complete transformation. Now James
wasn't just a poor wizard of semi-respectable family, he had money
and power. James had always been a direct person, he told Lily that
he wanted her, not as a mistress, but as his wife, and she would live
in comfort and respect for the rest of her days if she would accept.
She did.
It had taken her a while to trust him. She knew of James' wild past,
his many sexual conquests prior to bedding her. She knew that the
history James had with his new operations manager was far from
platonic. She also had to deal with the nature of the source of their
financial security, which had taken some doing; but she rationalized
it as the place where all the lovely money came from. Even though
the initial motives of their marriage had started out as lust on his part
and greed on hers, the two had quickly formed a true bond. James
felt he had been right all along; there had been something there
between them all those years ago.
Now, after several years of happy marriage, those feelings had
taken their near final form, James knew that he loved this woman
with all his heart. He smiled a bit to himself as he thought about his
unique situation in the world that would be the envy of any man. "I
can have any woman I desire, and yet I only desire one woman, my
wife."
Lily had finally lowered her defenses and had come to realize that
she truly loved James Potter. She was perfectly content to be his
wife, but there was one thing missing to complete the family bond.
They had put it off long enough, but she had finally gotten James to
commit. Their lives would start a new chapter beginning tonight.
As he stood there James smelled her first, she only wore her own
custom-made perfumes that changed fragrance with her mood. Lily
always believed in trying her own products first. Lily had been a top
student in school in the art of potion making, now she had setup her
own laboratory in the basement and had begun working on her own
line of perfumes just for witches. James' wealth had financed her
research and development, and now she planned within a year or so
to have a full line of perfumes ready for sale that would revolutionize
the market; a perfume that customizes its fragrance not only for
every witch, but for her every mood. She knew that it would make
her wealthy in her own right; she would be free from the obligations
of others. It would be the true independence she had always wanted.
Yet now she didn't desire to be independent if it meant being alone.
She wanted her husband in her life.
In a way, the mood perfume was a lucky break for James, most
men were never sure what mood their wife was in, he always knew.
All he had to do was sniff the air. James took a second whiff of the
air and smiled, she was in the mood for love tonight. Her perfume
carried with it the essence of her womanly lust, the pheromones it
delivered to a man made him unable to avoid becoming aroused.
Just smelling her that way made James start getting stiff inside his
pants.
After first smelling her presence behind him, James then heard her
as she crossed the tiled floor to come over to him. The familiar clip-
clop sound told him that she was wearing heels. This was another
good sign, she knew it turned him on to see her wearing sexy shoes.
Usually Lily wore comfortable, sensible, unsexy shoes, along with
faded jeans and some sort of a sleeveless top. However, when she
desired to impress someone, or turn someone on, she could do it.
She was just that damned naturally beautiful.
James felt her arms slide around his waist, and her chin come to
rest on his shoulder as she stepped up behind him. "Darling, don't
you think it's time to come to bed?"
"Yes, I think you're right, dear, I do need to get some sleep."
"I don't recall saying anything about sleeping, darling; beds do
have other uses that young virile adults such as ourselves can
participate in."
"Such as—"
"Such as sexual intercourse... you know... procreation...
continuation of the species."
"Are you saying you want me to fuck you, my dear?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, my darling."
"I'm sorry, dear, I think I have a headache, I'm... just not in the
mood tonight."
With a speed that shouldn't have surprised him, but always did,
Lily's hand dipped inside his trousers and gripped his swollen cock in
a tight grip. "Liar," she said harshly, "you listen to me, James Potter,
you'd better get these damned trousers off, get your arse in the
marriage bed, and prepare yourself to perform your husbandly duties
upon me this minute, or I—shall make—you—regret it."
James turned around slowly to face his beautiful wife. She was
dressed in a gorgeous see-through black negligee of the finest silk.
That and her slip on heels completed her ensemble for the night's
activities. James looked into those beautiful emerald green eyes and
knew that he was one lucky man to have gained the love of this
woman. He also knew what she wanted tonight, and it was more
than just sexual pleasure. She wanted a baby.
They had talked about starting a family even before their marriage,
but there had been other concerns. Now they had the business
going well, wealth, and a luxury home to live in. James had no more
excuses, he was going to have to get Lily knocked up tonight. Of
course, she had already planned it out. The new business manager
that James had hired was a full blood Veela named Desiree. Veelas
were humanoid magical creatures of great sexual power. She could
ensure their fertility from this night's lovemaking. Lily was also an
advocate of the so-called 'old magic' that Dumbledore was always
on about. James was skeptical, but if Lily wanted him to get her
pregnant on All Hallow's Eve then he'd do it.
James picked up his wife and carried her to their bedroom,
removed her negligee, and gently laid her on their bed as she kicked
off her shoes. Then he slowly, sensuously, stripped himself naked.
Lily watched him in growing hunger, her fingers furiously working her
clitoris to arousal. Then James went to his knees at the foot of the
bed and gently positioned Lily so that her pubic mound was before
him. He looked into her eyes as he leaned over and planted gentle
kisses on the lips of her swollen labia. She swooned in response to
his touch, giving a slight moan to indicate her pleasure.
James then brought the tongue into play, lightly circling the
aroused clitoris and making quick passes over the top. His hands
gently cupped and caressed her full breasts. He took the hard erect
nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a firm
pinch and roll making her back arch in response to his touch. In a
short time Lily's lust reached the breaking point. "Fuck me, James—
fuck me now or I swear I'll put a hex on you. I want it in me NOW!"
James looked down at the substantially sized manly organ
between his legs and saw that the old soldier was standing at full
attention, and ready to do his duty for Queen and country. "Once
more into the breach, dear friend," he softly muttered while grinning
at his little witticism.
Moving up to the bed, he quickly repositioned Lily and set himself
in place above her. Her twat was still quite tight, but now it was so
wet that James felt himself slide in to the root without much effort.
Leaning over his wife, he looked into her eyes and said, "I love you,
Lily Potter."
"And I love you too, my darling," she replied tenderly. "Now shut up
and fuck me."
James smiled and started his thrusts to bring them both to orgasm
while his hands played softly over the curves of her torso and the
soft mounds of her breasts. In a few minutes they were both
sweating and moaning in pleasure as the moment drew near. James
kept a constant vigil on his wife's face. He wanted to time his own
release to match hers, they would come together. A few minutes
more and James saw that Lily was almost there, he knew the signs
and Lily was about to have a big one.
As her moans and cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch James
increased the tempo of his thrusts, reaching the short strokes just as
he felt Lily's passion break. As he felt her warm fluids flood across
his genitals, and then seep down towards the mattress, he relaxed
and felt the intense pleasure and relief of his own release occur. A
second later, Lily felt the warm manly fluids of her beloved husband
flood deep into her body. She could feel James' body spasm as
wave after wave of semen spurted into her.
It was done; the seed had been planted; now it had to germinate.
Lily reached for her wand and with a simple flick sent a prearranged
signal to the flat across the hallway that served as the living quarters
of the operations manager. Desiree came into the bedroom and took
Lily's hand, and kissed James on the cheek.
"I was wondering if you were going to make it, it's almost midnight,
are we ready?"
"Yes," said Lily, while James, still trying to catch his breath, only
nodded his assent.
"Then let's make a baby."
Sitting on the edge of the bed beside Lily, Desiree began gently
massaging Lily's tummy, moving her hands from the vulva towards
the uterus. This went on for several minutes and all the while she
kept muttering strange incantations. James felt rather stupid kneeling
there with his limp prick still stuck inside his wife's twat. He thought
about pulling out, but it seemed like Desiree had anticipated his
thoughts.
"It's important that you stay physically connected to her, James,
you've passed your seed to her, but there is still more for you to do.
Be patient, dear."
Outside in the streets James could hear the crowds shouting and
chanting something, they were counting down, but he couldn't quite
make it out. He then felt Desiree take one hand from Lily's abdomen
and place it upon his chest over his heart. Then she spoke into his
ear, "James Potter, is it by your free will that this, your seed, your
bloodline, join with this witch and produce your mortal heir?"
"Yes, it is my will."
"Do you willingly endow this child with all your power and all your
love that it may grow to be strong?"
"Yes, I do."
Desiree then turned to look down at Lily. "Lily Evans Potter, do you
willingly accept the seed of this wizard as the father of your child,
and will you also endow it with all your power and all your love?"
"I do with all my heart," Lily answered.
"Lily you as the mother must choose now and quickly, shall it be a
boy or a girl?"
James looked down and saw his lovely wife open her beautiful
emerald green eyes and fix them upon his face. She knew that deep
down her beloved husband wanted a son, and he would have one
now as her gift of love to him. Besides they were young and healthy,
there would be plenty of time for them to have daughters, as well as
more sons. They both wanted a large family.
"Make it a boy," she whispered, her eyes never wavering from
those of her husband. She smiled as she saw his lips silently mutter
"I love you" to her. Behind them, the couple heard the mantle clock
begin to chime the hour, it was now midnight. In the streets of
Godric's Hollow the sound of cheers from the assembled crowds
became deafening. The Witching Hour of All Hallows Eve had
begun, the moment when the natural cycle of the old magic of the
world reached its zenith. At that moment, James felt a surge of
power flow from him through the points in his body where he touched
Lily. He felt Lily tense as the power flowed through her body and
joined with hers. There was a final flurry of incantations from Desiree
then James felt a final burst of energy flow between them. He knew
that something powerfully magical had just taken place, but he
wasn't exactly sure what it was.
"The charm of life is sealed, it is done," said Desiree quietly.
"I'm pregnant?" asked Lily.
Desiree nodded. "Yes, in nine months you will bear a son, which
should be right around the end of... July. Given the timing of his
conception he should be quite a wizard, if the old tales are true."
"You mean the old witch's tales about conceiving babies on the
Hallows?" asked James skeptically. "That's just silly old stories."
"Don't dismiss the stories of the old magic so easily, James," said a
faintly grinning Desiree. "You felt the surge of power flow through
you. You love Lily and she loves you, love is a powerful and ancient
force that many otherwise knowledgeable witches and wizards
underestimate, or overlook. You two have willingly imbued this child
with the power of the love that you shared for each other at the
moment of his conception. It will be there inside him to draw upon for
the rest of his life, even when you are gone. On All Hallows, at the
Witching Hour, old magic is at its most intense, so the power that you
two have naturally given him will only be made more intense. So now
all you have to worry about is what you'll call him."
"He needs to have his daddy's name, James Potter, Jr.," said Lily
with a grin.
"Absolutely not," said James. "I don't want him growing up being
called junior or Little James, that's always sounded retarded to me. I
know what to call him; I always thought the world of your old dad.
Name him after your dad."
"Harold!" exclaimed Lily. "Even my dad hated that name, he didn't
even use it."
"No, we'll use the name he did tell people to call him, we'll name
him Harry," suggested James.
"Harry is short for Henry, not Harold, I told dad that maybe a
thousand times."
"Lily, it's our bleeding kid, we can call him what we damned well
please."
"May I suggest a compromise?" offered Desiree. "Most children
today have a middle name, how about we combine the two names to
Harry James. You can call him Harry or James that way."
James and Lily looked at Desiree, then at each other. Harry James
Potter? It did seem to have a certain ring to it. James looked down at
his wife, saw her smirk and incline her head a bit to indicate she
could live with it. He smiled and leaned over to kiss his now pregnant
wife.
"All right, Harry James Potter it is, now can I finally pull my Johnny
out of your twat and go take a shower?"
Lily looked up at Desiree who was trying valiantly to suppress a
laugh, and could only nod that it was all right for them to move now.
"I think we'll join you too," said Lily.
James was a bit taken aback and looked from her to Desiree. "WE
will join you?"
"Yes," Lily answered, while patting her tummy, "Harry Potter and I."