Chapter 3

~In Crowley's mansion, when the meeting was over~

Crowley walked up the stairs to Lily's room. He had found that the demons had been doing very well in their deals, and he had introduced Lily's idea about waiting five years instead of ten. It had been an instant success, though Crowley had needed to explain a few times about how existing deals would still be ten years. The demons just couldn't seem to understand that they wouldn't be killing everyone.

Crowley walked into Lily's room to find her on her knees, praying. Crowley sighed loudly, and said, "You do know that God is a no-show, right? I mean, I'm the king of hell, and you would think, if he were there, he would meet me."

Lily ignored him and just kept on praying. Crowley sighed and turned to leave. Then he heard Lily crying.

Alarmed, Crowley turned back to Lily. He found her on her knees, sobbing. He went to her side hastily, then stopped. He had no idea how to comfort her; this really wasn't his area of expertise. After a few moments of hesitation, he decided to put an arm around her shoulders.

Lily looked at him, then back down, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry, Crowley."

"No, no, no, no… what's wrong?"

Lily took a few moments to pull herself together. She turned to him, and laughed tearfully. "I'm sorry- It's stupid. It… It's just, I'm not exactly happy about the fact that I decided to stay here."

Crowley looked away then. The words that were coming from felt like they were coming from her fist, not her mouth. "You don't have to stay here, Lily. I tried to make it clear that-"

"No! No, Crowley, that's not what I'm trying to say. I meant to say that I didn't have enough friends for me to have a reason to go back. James is dead, and I don't resent you for that. You were trying to help. Then, most of my friends are dead, and the one person who could end it all is a manipulative bastard."

Crowley nodded. "Well, all I can say is to hang on to the people who deserve it. If the people you trust, abuse that trust, then they don't deserve your friendship."

Lily had turned to him, and seemed to be mesmerized by his words. Now, she seemed to be in a trance. "And those that you want to be something more?" she said, leaning forward slightly.

Crowley swallowed slightly. This wasn't his area of expertise either. "Well," he started, then had to swallow again to get rid of the lump in his throat. His heart was beating at about two hundred miles an hour. "I would say to not let them go- to stay with them, and never leave."

Lily, who had slowly been getting closer to Crowley, nodded slightly. He couldn't help but notice that she was looking more at his lips than his actual face. "Would that person mind? Like, if I never left?"

Crowley, leaning forward as well, so that they were almost touching, said, "He would have to absolutely demented to mind at all."

Suddenly, Lily leaned forward the rest of the way, pressing her mouth to his. Crowley responded almost instinctively, wrapping his arms around her and giving as much as he was getting. Lily smiled in the kiss and shifted so that she was sitting on his lap, and Crowley broke the kiss just long enough to ask, "Lily, how far do we want this to go?"

Lily paused for a moment. Looking down at the man, she saw what she had always wanted, but never got with James. "All the way," she whispered breathlessly.

Crowley grinned and picked her up, laying her on the bed. "My pleasure," he replied.

~In Crowley's mansion, after Alfie happened to walk in on Crowley and Lily, causing Lily to shriek and Alfie to apologize profusely, all the way until Crowley pushed him out and closed the door~

"Crowley," said Lily, happily lying curled up at his side. "We didn't use protection." She looked up at him. "Do you… you know… want to see what happens?"

Crowley looked at her, and smiled. "It's up to you, love. I will listen to what you say."

Lily smiled, and burrowed into his side again. "And I you. I would like to keep him."

"Him?" said Crowley, amused. "How do you know?"

Lily laughed. "I just do."

~still in Crowley's mansion, a few months later later~

Lily Macleod Potter ran shrieking into the room her and Crowley now shared. They had gotten married discreetly, with only a select few demons Crowley trusted. Lily had not invited anyone, as that would have raised questions about James. "Crowley! Crowley, honey, it's positive! The test came in positive!"

Crowley came out of the bathroom with a stunned look on his face. "That means… that means… I'm going to be a …?"

"A father!" Lily finished for him, then laughed happily. "And me a mother!"

Crowley came out of his daze and laughed, picking her up and swinging her around. "Lily!" he shouted in jubilation.

The happy couple laughed together.

That night they celebrated with a huge Thanksgiving-type dinner and pie. With a turkey, gravy, stuffing and blueberry pie, Crowley and Lily were soon sitting back in their chairs, belts tight.

"Thank you, Alfie," said Crowley to the happy elf.

"Yes, thank you. You really outdid yourself tonight."

"Oh, it was nothing, Mistress and Master. Nothing," replied the elf. Alfie was almost as happy as Crowley and Lily at the prospect of having a 'little Master' soon and couldn't help walking with a little bounce in his step.

Lily smiled at the elf as he was clearing the dishes off the table. Then she turned to Crowley, deciding to ask him something she had been avoiding for the past few weeks. "Crowley…" she began hesitantly.

Crowley heard the tremor in her voice and decided that this was no time for sarcasm. "Yes, love?"

"Well… It's no secret that you're a demon and I'm a human. How is that going to affect our child?"

Crowley sat back. He had done some research on this and had a few interesting things to share. "Lily, our child will be what is called a cambion. It is what a child between a demon of any kind and a human is called. However, I do not think there was ever a child between a human and a King of Hell. So, along with all my abilities and weaknesses, he or she will be able to make humans feel how he wants, heal himself, blast out energy, create undead golems, be invulnerable, become a being with claws, a tail and a snout, and finally, he will not age as fast as you," Crowley said matter of factly.

Lily was astonished. Both at how powerful her kid would be, and also how calm her husband seemed. "And… will he command Hell?" she asked.

"If I die, yes."

Lily nodded. "That's what I thought."

Crowley saw how agitated Lily was acting, and tried to help. "Lily, dear, what is it?" he asked gently.

Lily looked up at him. "They won't fit in. In the Muggle world, Hell, or in the Magical world. They won't have any friends, Crowley."

Crowley shook his head. "No, dear. You're wrong. Our child will be like you- a sweet, happy kid," he said, and he walked over to her and pulled her into a hug.

And I can't wait to meet him."

~Crowley's mansion, July 31st, with two demons and Alfie delivering the baby, Crowley sat outside, fidgeting~

Crowley paced up and down in the living room. Nervously, he checked his watch, then continued pacing.

What if the child didn't like him? Or died in the birth, or maybe Lily?

He paced.

What if the kid lost control of his powers, and shadow traveled away? Or, he might just combust?

Up and down, up and down.

What if Lily saw the child, and decided she had had enough with Crowley and the demons? What if-

"Sir!" cried a voice from down the hall. "It's done!"

Crowley practically flew into the room. There he saw Lily, drenched in sweat but looking happy it was done. And the two demons, washing their hands in the sink.

And Alfie, holding a bundle of blankets, smiling happily. "Here, Master," said Alfie, holding out the lump of rags. "You should see him."

Him? Thought Crowley deliriously, taking the bundle. Inside, he saw a beautiful little boy with jet black hair and his mother's eyes. As he watched however, those eyes flickered to black then back to green. There it is, he thought happily. That's what he got from me.

"Honey?" Crowley turned in the direction of the voice, and saw it was Lily. She was smiling and holding out her arms. "He's mine, too, Crowley. Let me see them."

Crowley grinned sheepishly, and handed him over. Lily gave a little gasp at seeing him, and then smiled and tucked some of his hair behind his ear. "Harry," She said happily.

"Harry MacLeod Potter."

Thank you so much for the reviews, followers, and favorites. You have no idea what that means to me. So, before we get to the reviews, let me say a few things first.

Harry is a cambion. He is not a demon or a human, he is a cambion. He therefore has unique powers and will not be widely accepted by those who know what he is. Also, this is NOT going to be another super-Harry story. I hate those, because they give the story almost no plot. I will be posting a list of Harry's powers and weaknesses. They will not all apply right away.

And sorry about skipping so much in this chapter, but this is a story about Harry MacLeod Potter. Not Lily and Crowley.

So!

SilverDragonflyMoon: Thanks! I actually came up with the idea in a shower. You know what they say, in the shower, you do 5% bathing, 5% thinking, 10% singing, and 80% winning imaginary arguments.

guest: I think they did that on purpose. They wouldn't want him to be too good looking, he was supposed to be a good and bad guy.

triss: Thank you, and yes, I will.

And finally, for my promise to KateKat:

TRISS: No, I don't ship them. Sorry, but there are only a select few pairings in this story and you have seen one of them already.

Thank you for the love, guys! Review! Gridline out.