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A Mothers Devotion
Chapter 1
Lily rubbed her hand lovingly against her swollen belly, an emotion she had never expected to feel.
She was, technically, a sociopath. She was calm and calculating, prone to random bouts of intense, burning emotions even before she was pregnant. She had never wanted a child before, James had been in her life to act as a shield, to give her alibis and to make her feel better. The pregnancy had been wholly unexpected and, for the first time in her life, she hadn't known what to do.
She made 'friends' for the first time with a Gryffindor girl two years her senior that had fallen pregnant at the same time. Which made sense. They shared a birthday and, as she found out after exchanging a few stories, both of their husbands were well endowed.
All that said, she still had no idea what to do with her child. She would do many things, many dark, undoubtedly evil things in order to protect her boy. And yes, she knew it was a boy, if for no other reason than mothers intuition. She would even die for him, which was saying a lot considering her horcrux.
And she was quite glad she made it now, having sacrificed a Gryffindor girl from the same year as her and her parents over the summer before her seventh year at Hogwarts. She framed the Death Eaters, of course. The girl was a muggleborn and a prime target for the Death Eaters, having been near the top of the class and outshining purebloods in almost everything.
The only reason Lily's parents had been spared was because they had moved to America after less than legal insistence that they do so. As for her older sister, very little she could do would be capable of making her flee, especially not after marrying and having a child of her own. She had at least given some effort in keeping her sister safe. Whether Petunia lived or not was now up to her.
Now she had a form of immortality, at least until she improved upon it, she could dote and raise her son without worry.
She had debated making a second one to give her three parts of her soul but she was already a little unstable with just one. Multiple would just make it worse. That was why she was only relying on a horcrux to remain immortal until she could make a better, more effective way. And she was already halfway to a philosopher's stone, which she planned on implanting into herself after her son was born.
She smiled again as she stroked her stomach, feeling her little Harry kick. She knew Voldemort would be after her family sooner or later, they had long since been a hindrance to him and his army. And she, personally, had been recruiting members of his minions, though it had been slow going. Very few people were willing to work for a muggleborn despite the power she wielded. Of course, those that refused to join her were killed and vanished.
The only one she had been able to influence had been Bellatrix, the one who everyone thought was Voldemort's most loyal follower. She had even rewarded Bellatrix's loyalty to her with a night with James, who had been charmed to believe Bellatrix was her for a night. Bellatrix had said it was like losing her virginity all over again. She also made sure that Bellatrix was on the potion. She didn't love James but he belonged to her, as would all kids he had.
~Z~
Lily scowled and she sketched out a rune array in her son's room, the infant currently out in the muggle world with Bellatrix while her husband was out getting drunk with his friends. She wasn't angry at her husband, Bellatrix or her lovely little Harry but at Severus and Voldemort.
The man that introduced her to magic had betrayed her. Unknowingly, but that was no excuse. He sent the current Dark Lord after her son, the only living creature Lily loved more than anything. She was going to kill him. Worse than that, she was going to torture both of them until they were braindead.
She didn't need to hear the prophecy that was spoken, nor would Dumbledore give them that information. She knew exactly why Voldemort was after her boy, and it wasn't just because of some prophecy from an alcoholic woman desperate for a job. No, her son had power. He hadn't displayed any signs of accidental magic, not that they had seen anyway, and yet he exuded power like nothing she had felt before.
That sort of power was addicting, and not necessarily to the one that wielded it. Merlin, she wanted it! She only held back because that was her baby boy. There were a few more people that she knew off the top of her head that would desire that power. A necromancer from Mexico that sought to resurrect her dead child, a devout catholic from Russia that believed it would bring them closer to God and, closer to her now, both Voldemort and Dumbledore.
Which brought her back to the runic array she was close to finishing. The effect was rather simple. Since both she and James would have to be legally dead in order for Voldemort to get to her son - she wasn't foolish enough to believe she could stop him on her own. She was creative and skilled but lacked the sheer power Voldemort held, at least for now - she decided that everything that made her human, that being her body, would be used as a defense for her son. And, since James likely wouldn't do anything to ensure his own survival, would have everything of his used to protect Harry.
James knew a bit about her obsession with the Dark Arts. Not to the extent that he knew that she actively studied and applied it, but enough. Knowing that he'd do anything to protect Harry, she had him sign a magical contract of her own design that, in the event of his death, he would devote everything to protecting Harry. Mind, body and soul. And then she erased that knowledge from James' mind.
The array would activate upon James' passing and the death of her body, consuming both of their bodies for the base charge and tapping into the infinite power of the soul to protect her son. She knew that James wouldn't mind in the long run. Her results were what mattered and, if protecting her son got her those results, she didn't care what she did.
She was a bit jealous that Bellatrix was taking Harry out for his first Halloween, her little baby dressed up like a jack-o-lantern. It was an excuse to have some time to put up the array but that didn't mean she didn't want to be the one with him. That, of course, was the main reason she was scowling.
She understood that there were times she couldn't be around Harry, that he'd grow up and make friends, run around outside for hours at a time with limited supervision, eventually go to Hogwarts where he'd be away from her for months at a time. That was still years away and she knew her worries were unfounded for the moment, but she loved her boy, more than anything.
She paused as a thought occurred that made her snort. It was likely Bellatrix was gorging herself on muggle candy. Magical candy and sweets were fun and all, but they came with effects. Hot candy that made your ears whistle, sour candies that actually sucked your face in, everything to do with the every flavored jelly beans. Muggles had a larger variety of snacks that were for enjoyment, so that the consumers could savor the taste. Bellatrix was probably apprehensive about the muggle candy at first, likely confused about the names and what they would do before she found out that they were just candy.
She shook her head, pushing the amusing thoughts aside for the moment. She would talk to Bellatix about it later, after Harry was put to sleep for the night.
When the runes on the wall flashed a bright gold, she smiled, a large portion of her worries fading away as the magic prepared to activate at any time. Once the magic ran its course, the runes hid themselves from view and magic hid itself in the ambient magic of the fidelus ward.
She scowled again. The fidelus. She hated that damned spell. The wards around Potter Manor weren't too much weaker than those around Hogwarts. The land was Unplottable, out in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by thousands of acres of forest and mountains. They even had a Gateway to a private beach in the Bahamas!
But no! Dumbledore recommended that they hide in a little shack in the middle of a community of mixed magical and muggle populace and James readily agreed and moved them before she was ever informed.
She couldn't even put up any wards with the fidelus around the house. It was a quasi-sentient magic that relied on complete trust in the one chosen to protect those inside the protected property. Sirius had her complete trust and he would've been the one she picked to protect them. He had knowledge, skill and incredible fortitude when under pressure. Peter, James' choice, had none of that. The only positive Peter had over any of James' friends was that he would never be expected because he was so incompetent.
Sighing as she made her way down to the main room, she grabbed a bottle of old whiskey and sat down to relax. There was nothing she could do about it now, not without killing Peter and potentially exposing themselves to assault.
Despite as much bad there was, she had done a lot of good today. And James would be back well past midnight, so, after she made sure Harry was long asleep, she could get Bella to worship her. She would have to ask the woman just how she got so skilled with her tongue… if she remembered after her fourth or fifth orgasm.
~Z~
The disembodied spirit of Lily watched on, hidden from view of all, be they muggle, magical or spirit.
The last few days had been utterly horrible. She and her husband were killed, her precious boy wounded because she hadn't even considered Voldemort taking similar steps towards immortality as herself and now Dumbledore wanting to place her son with her sister of all people. He could've just as easily been placed with her parents in America or even with his grandmother on James' side, Dorea. She just knew he didn't because Dorea was a member of the Black family and, if Harry went to America, he'd be enrolled in Ilvermorny instead of Hogwarts, far outside his sphere of control.
She couldn't even scowl, the body she was inhabiting didn't have proper facial features to allow her to do so. The cat, whose body she was currently in, was just something she bought as an emergency measure in case she didn't have a body before she died. A few rituals would ensure it lived at least twenty years but she had expected to have a philosopher's stone long before then. Long before her death.
But then, her early demise was why she planned for a thousand things to happen at any given time in the hopes that at least one worked, and she planned for a thousand more since Harry had come into her life.
It'd be a few days yet until Bellatrix returned from making a token effort to find Voldemort, leaving her alone to both get a new body and rescue her son from her sister.
Taking over Bellatrix's body wasn't an option. The older witch was a good, loyal servant and she wouldn't reward loyalty with death.
She knew a few ways to make a body, none of them could be called 'light' magic, but she needed a body first. The first person that had come to mind had been Molly Weasley, but the woman was a mother of seven and Lily was a bit conflicted on killing a parent these days.
Since most of the women she knew were mothers, she decided to go for a girl of Hogwarts age, no younger than thirteen. She didn't know how long she would need the body and wanted it at least old enough to perform a few rituals without harming the body. Thirteen would at least allow her to perform a few body-enhancement rituals without side-effects. A muggleborn would've been preferable but the few she had come across in Hogwarts were horrid! She wouldn't bother using an ugly body, no matter how short of a time she had it.
She decided on a third year Ravenclaw pureblood, a cute blonde by the name of Sinestra Greengrass, sister to the current Lord Greengrass. She was average in grades, interacted very little with any other students and had no romantic relationships. The only one that would miss her would be the Lord Greengrass but he had other sisters he could care for.
She spent two hours in the middle of the night breaking down the girl's will, forcing her soul to submit, but the body was hers without much of a fight. It was like the gir-... she paused her thoughts there. Of course she hadn't been trained, the Greengrasses were a patriarchal family and the girls were bargaining tools.
She slid from the bed in her new body, taking a moment to admire the petite, young form. Perhaps a night with Bellatrix after retrieving her son but before she crafted herself a new body would be good. The thought of dominating Bellatrix in this tiny form was enough to make her panties damp.
She bent Sinestra's wand to her whims before she used it, transfiguring her clothes into something more comfortable than the standard pureblood clothing. A flick of the wand, which would only work for her for a short time before she had to discard it, and she packed away everything the girl owned within the room, vanished the body of the cat she had possessed and walked her way out one of the many secret passages she had discovered.
There wasn't even a pause as she passed through the wards and apparated, vanishing from Hogwarts for the last time… at least until her baby boy attended.
~Z~
Lily smiled as her beautiful servant stepped forward, sapphire eyes glittering in delight as she noticed the woman was holding her child. She rushed forward to claim her boy, taking him from her loyal servant, holding him close and smothering him in kisses.
After taking a minute to ensure Harry's health, she turned to Bellatrix, "How did it go?"
The slightly insane woman shrugged, "Well enough. Barely had to scare them before they shoved him into my arms. I left them alive for you, since I knew you'd want to kill them for sticking him in the cupboard under their stairs." Even Bellatrix, who had a good grasp of her emotions, scowled in anger, "They hadn't fed or changed him since they had gotten him, and that was days ago. I cleaned him up and bought some supplies for him." She raised a muggle shopping bag, showing the opened package of diapers, wipes and whatnot.
Lily nodded. Pissed wasn't even close to the right word she felt at the moment, but she remained calm, physically, while she rocked back and forth, trying to get him back to sleep. "Thank you, my dear. Your reward will be doubled tonight." She sighed, "For now though, there's a key to Greengrass' trust vault. I need you to go clear it out and buy a set of ingredients, anything you can get your hands on, and double the rarer ingredients if you can."
"At once, Mistress," Bellatrix said before disappearing with a gentle pop, not enough to disturb the boy in her arms.
By the time Bellatrix had returned, she had conjured a rocking chair and was slowly rocking back and forth, keeping Harry asleep. "We're going to have to make you a mother," Lily whispered softly, barely loud enough for the raven-haired witch to hear. "Once you are, you'll see why I adore Harry as much as I do."
She stood slowly so as not to disturb her son, blonde hair cascading down her back. "Meet me in the bedroom. Harry's deep asleep now and I'm… eager to test out this new body." Before she had even finished speaking, Bellatrix was making her way out of the room, leaving Lily to smirk as she followed her raven-haired lover.
Setting Harry in a conjured crib, she set up a one-way silencing ward so she would hear him if he needed anything but he wouldn't hear either of them.
Her clothes came off quickly, revealing her young figure to Bellatrix before she walked over and climbed on top of her loyal servant. "I don't plan on being gentle tonight, Bellatrix, not when I have a lovely new body to play with."
~Z~
Lily smiled as she stretched, adjusting to her new body. She twisted and turned, groped and squeezed, flexed and stretched and basically ran the body through the paces. It took longer than she had wanted, but getting enough blood and hair from her original body had been hard with how closely guarded it was, but the wizards eventually got lazy and stopped paying attention, as they always did.
She scoffed. Barely three months past Voldemort's defeat and the budget for aurors was down fifty percent while known Death Eaters were paying their way out of being arrested, falsely claiming imperius. It seemed she would have to step in and get rid of them, if only to keep them from attacking her son in the future.
A grin spread across her face as Bellatrix stepped behind her, her loyal subject reaching around and grabbing her perky breast, giving them a firm squeeze while her pale pink lips teased at her neck. And a giggle escaped her as Bellatrix sputtered from the taste of her skin, "I did warn you, didn't I?" She teased. "I taste worse than skele-gro at the moment." She turned her head, looking back to her servant, "Harry's still asleep, so come shower with me. I could use an extra pair of hands to make sure not an inch of my skin has that filth remaining on me."
"Yes Mistress," Bellatrix cooed. "And the body you were using?"
Well, it had been a nice body, and she enjoyed feeling young again. "A burial, in honor of her use. I enjoyed her body far more than expected and she deserves highest praise for it." Then there was the fact that she had repaired the damages to her soul with the girl's own after turning it into a blank slate, giving her more than one full soul. "Something private, however. An obelisk hidden away from prying eyes."
"Of course," Bellatrix answered, not even a trace of doubt in her voice. She cast stasis charms over the body to keep it from decaying before she was guided out of the room and forced into the shower. She whimpered as a set of surprisingly strong fingers grabbed her ass.
"Your loyalty will never go unrewarded, Bella." Lily said as her hands slipped between the dark haired woman's legs. "Every duty you fulfill, I ensure you are rewarded in return." Her fingers curled, prompting a girlish gasp from the woman, "Never doubt my appreciation of you, my dear."
~Z~
It had taken three years, but Bellatrix could say she had never been happier. Even under Voldemort's rule, where she could do as she pleased for the most part, she hadn't been nearly as satisfied. There had been no one to control her, no one to tame her, which it turned out she wanted, and Voldemort was far too busy to dedicate his focus to doing that with her. She wasn't sure if he was interested anyway, with how he acted.
But now she had Lily, who was fine focusing on her so long as it didn't get in the way of childcare. Morgana, the amount of orgasms that muggleborn had given her on a day-to-day basis was oftentimes in the double digits, even if it rounded down to just below. Not just that, Lily had given her exactly what she wanted.
Little Harry was turning five soon and, in the next few months, he'd have a sister to dote on. Not an actual sister, James was dead and Lily didn't plan on having any other children, but something like a step-sister. The only thing Bellatrix didn't like about her current state was how bloated she felt and how often she had to pee, but Lily said that was normal.
It had taken them, mostly Lily, three years to find the perfect candidate to sire her child. And by Merlin, what a choice it had been. The man, a muggle, had been hung like a horse, had the stamina of a god and treated her like a goddess. Yes, he had been under the imperius by Lily, but she had only commanded him to worship her and gave no other orders.
She never imagined ever being treated so lovingly. She enjoyed it so much that she asked Lily to do so to her and the lovely redhead had done so! She regretted not experiencing it sooner! Better yet, Lily had let the man live, though he had been obliviated, so that they could use him at any other time they wanted.
Back to Harry, she absolutely adored the boy and took great care to spoil him with affection. She could already see he was going to be a heartthrob. By the time he started Hogwarts, she was going to make sure he could satisfy any witch that wanted him.
For the time being, the little pervert was watching her drain her breast on occasion and got a little handsy in the bath. He ended up reminding her of Sirius when they were younger and she was forced to watch over him on occasion. But whereas Sirius' gropes and stares had been on purpose, Harry's were innocent. But it was getting to the point where she'd have to stop bathing with him, which was a bit of a shame.
He was very gentle with her stomach, seemingly excited about his future sister, often running his hands across it while his eyes glittered with excitement.
He was a bit of a troublemaker like his father, getting into things he shouldn't and causing a bit of havoc. They had to start his potions studies early so he knew how dangerous messing with brewing potions was. It took a few attempts and Lily forced him to keep one of the minor ailments he suffered overnight before he learned his lesson and never messed with any cauldron with anything in it.
She was a little shocked at Lily's control over wandless magic. An epiphany in her sleep, while not unheard of, was astounding. She had even started Harry on basic spells without a wand, and he picked it up as fast as Lily could teach him!
Bellatrix tried, she really did, but she disliked the feel of casting spells without her wand. She did learn a few, a blinding and a cutting hex, as well as a disarming and summoning charm so she could always have a wand if she somehow lost hers.
She smiled again as she watched Harry with one of the muggle kids swimming around in the pool Lily made, enjoying themselves. She idly stroked her stomach, wondering if her daughter - and it was going to be a daughter, she had taken a potion to make sure of that - would enjoy swimming in a pool like they seemed to be.
It was a muggle thing, pools of clean, stored water to swim in rather than a pond or a lake. It was delightful. They didn't need to travel or wash up afterwards, Lily scribed runes into the tiles that would keep the water clean, pulsing once a day or whenever someone stepped even a toe in the pool. It was a waste of magic and she adored it.
Lily had even gotten her a 'inflatable' pool lounge thingy that allowed her to rest on top of the water in an air-filled chair. With her swollen belly and the fact it was summer, she enjoyed it immensely. But she also did it naked, which meant she couldn't relax out there with guests over.
Living like a muggle, even if they 'automated', as Lily would say, some task, was strangely fulfilling. Remaking useful muggle tools, like a hair dryer, was actually rather fun. Especially when there were so many ways to perform the same task. It tested her skills more than she expected, though a part of that could've been because she focused more on the dark arts than her studies in school.
Still, Bellatrix smiled as she thought of what the future would bring.
~Z~
Lily smiled as she set her prized creation, besides Harry, on the mantle of her fireplace. It had taken longer than she had hoped, but she had a philosopher's stone. Of course, she had it for a few weeks now and she had been experimenting with it to make sure there were no flaws.
The muggles all thought it was miracles, grievously injured patients healing up in a matter of days, brain dead patients waking up, birth defects disappearing from infants. She saved the children for last, once she was almost certain there were no side effects. She didn't know what she would've done if Harry had been born with a birth defect. Gone on a rampage, most likely.
She was in the process of restoring her soul, bringing it back to one whole rather than two pieces, as well as in the process of testing how people reacted to having slivers of the stones implanted in their bodies. Results on both were already promising, more so on repairing her soul.
While the stone was typically used to create the elixir of life and transmute lesser metals to gold, she had no idea what the long term effects on implanting them in a person were. She had decided on two dozen test subjects, ranging from infants to the elderly, both magical and non-magical. All were showing signs of improvement, but the magical children's cores were becoming unstable. Dangerously unstable.
She needed to find the best range for a magical being then, to be implanted with a fragment, as well as finding the maximum number of fragments a person could have.
The stone in itself was as red as blood and as perfect an oval but shown with a faint rainbow light.
