As Hermione's pregnancy progressed into its third trimester, the muggleborn witch was positively glowing. Harry just knew that Hermione would be the most brilliant mother ever. They'd scheduled an appointment with the Potter family healer to determine the health and gender of their child.
"It is a pleasure, Lord and Lady Potter," said the healer, their old school friend, Susan Abbott. Susan's wife Hannah was also in the room. Hannah was the lead healer, Susan was her assistant.
Hannah dipped her wand in black paint and drew an encircled pentagram on Hermione's stretched abdomen. The pentagram flashed and turned pink, while the circle turned green. "Congrats, you have a healthy baby girl." Susan then dipped her wand in red paint and traced the encircled pentagram. The paint turned brown. "Unfortunately, unless we do something your child will not be magical."
"Who gives a shit," asked Harry. He crossed his arms and gave Susan an unconcerned eye roll.
"The purebloods will be incensed if the child of their hero isn't a witch," replied Hermione. She had a point, but Harry wasn't going to force his child to be magical. "We must do something!"
"I will not harm my child to make them something they are not!" exclaimed Harry. "The purebloods can mind their own fucking business."
"I will not have my child in danger because she isn't magical," declared Hermione. "Susan, there has to be something we can do."
"There may be one thing," said Susan. She beckoned for Hermione to lean closer. Hermione and Susan conversed in hushed tones, Hermione's frantic worry gradually transforming into fierce hope. She gave Harry a look that made it clear that he had no choice but to go with it. Harry couldn't help but pray to the Lord to protect his child from the schemes of a healer and her loving mother.
"Father, please keep my child safe. I know that Hermione is doing the best she can to ensure our daughter's future, but I don't want my daughter to go thru unnecessary hardships just to be made magical. I honestly couldn't give a damn whether my daughter is a witch or not, but I know that when Hermione makes up her mind, moving heaven and earth would be far easier than changing it. In Jesus name I pray, amen." Harry felt a stir in his inner being and knew right then that the Lord had heard his prayer. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of scheme Susan had cooked up that filled Hermione with so much hope.
"Harry, go home," said Hermione. "This is going to take a while."
"Hermione, I'm not going to leave you, you are everything to me," said Harry, pecking his wife on the lips and lovingly caressing her baby bump. He pulled up a chair and took a seat as Susan and Hannah started drawing an encircled pentagram on the floor in blood.
"I must warn you, Harry," said Susan. "This ritual is not Christian-friendly. To give your daughter magic, we will have to invite a demon from the ninth circle of hell to possess your wife and fuse with your daughter. It is the only safe way to give your daughter magical power without breaking several laws."
"If I said fuck the law, what would our options be then?" asked Harry, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with having his daughter fuse with a demon.
"I could snatch an angel from the seventh heavens. Empowering rituals that sacrifice angelic beings are extremely illegal," said Susan.
"Do it," said Harry.
Coming soon:
Susan and Hannah alter their ritual circle to trap an archangel. The ritual is a success, but what will the long term consequences be for this grievous breach of legality. Furthermore, how will being fused with an angel affect Rachel Potter's life. Yeah, I'm spoiling their daughter's name, but that's my right as an author. Finally, how will all of this affect the remainder of Hermione's pregnancy. One thing that I can say is that Hermione's horniness is going to be even more extreme, to the point that Harry will be required to resort to BDSM.