Corvus Studios presents:

Mortal Reminder: Hell's Princess

⦕A Harry Potter story...of sorts⦖

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A/N: Hey all. Sorry I've been quiet for so long. Here's the pilot...a really vague pilot for ta new fanfic.

Btw, consider this a rewrite of Filia Corvus...sorta. Anyways, Enjoy.

Prologue

Lilith Potter nee Evans gave an annoyed huff as she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her slumbering husband. The man whom held her adoring gaze. Quickly, she fixed the covers and tiptoed out of the room.

It was the twentieth time she had taken a pregnancy test over the last four months that showed a negative. Over dozens of times had she made love to James in an effort to get pregnant. Yet every next morning, her detection charms always turned up negative.

So here she was in her study with parchment and ink next to a stack of various books. The topics were all potion and charms related. She hoped that this midnight jaunt to research would give her any insight. Every few minutes, the silence would be temporarily be shattered by the sound of rustling parchment, the scratch of a quill or the arc of a page turning.

More than once did she chew on the nib of her quill, unconsciously getting ink all over the lower portion of her face. The lone candle lit was burning merrily while the copper haired witch attempted to sort out her issue.

A warm pair of arms drew the redhead from her thoughts. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of old leather, cinnamon and pine. It wasn't cologne, just her husband's natural scent.

"Knut for your thoughts love?"

Shaking her head, Lily said, "Go back to bed you toerag." She said that affectionately. "I'll be right with you after I finish jotting down my thoughts. This problem has been nagging at me for some time. Just a little bit more time."

He gave her a brief kiss, "Don't be too long, hon. And wash your face before you do." He laughed a little. She smiled at him wistfully, hiding her hurt inside. She had yet to find a cure to her infertility. It was driving her nuts on top of the shame of being unable to give James an heir.

The next few days, the brightest mundane-born witch had continued to pore over the entirety of the Potter Library in an attempt to seek out the key to curing her barren womb and restore her fertility. If it hadn't been for the war, she would have broadened her horizons and went to other countries for a cure. But everyone on the offensive unit was to lay low for a few months and thus Lily was contained to England.

After a week straight of delving into her research, it appeared she may have found the key. If one made an offering of certain ingredients on a full moon, the magic of nature would heal her and allow her to have a child. Which is why she was sneaking about the woods of Godric's Hollow. Making sure she was alone in the forgotten grove, Lily began to set up the ritual.

Within an ancient dolmen, was a hand carved wooden bowl with an offering of freshly picked roses nestled inside. An effigy of a small child and a small number of other symbolic objects had joined the tribute. Atop of the metholithic stone slab, a bouquet of dried sage, lavender, wild vanilla and patchouli was lit for incense. And then Lily prayed; she silently begged and pleaded for someone - anyone who could help her.

Tendrils of smoke twisted and curled skyward. Grasping and thrashing in an attempted to stay earthbound. Tongues of flame licked the tribute, devouring the helpless offering. A thick, but pleasant aroma filled the grove as the herbs smoldered.

A few minutes passed and nothing significant had happened. Her research into friendly spirits had guaranteed one would appear. Nearly ten minutes later, the herbs were almost entirely ash now. With a forlorn expression on her features, she began to clean up the site. When she reached to pick up the bowl, a strange voice commanded her to stop. Looking up, Lily found that her prayer had been answered.

Instead of the typical woodland spirit (usually in the form of a dryad or nymph), a far more elusive creature had appeared to answer the call. Appearing out of thin air, was a rather tall female figure clothed in finely woven silk garments. Snowy white locks woven into extravagant braids that fell to her hips. Pointed ears that protruded out a bit further than her own. And finally, Lily noticed a pair of delicate wings that appeared a cross between a butterfly and a wasp's were nestled on her back, neatly folded. Translucent but with a tinge of blue, green and teal swirling as though painted with a brush.

"I have heard your plight," The winged woman said, "and so I shall grant this boon should you succeed in the task I ask of you. Harvest the seed whence your child is to be borne of. On the day we know as Samhain, deliver it to me. I will need a few other ingredients, as well as your blood; that however will need to be drawn fresh of the day of the ritual. On that night, your wish of having a child shall come true."

"May I...may I know thy name?"

A smirk rose on the woman's lips, "Names hold power, little doe. But thou hast called me upon this night. I am feeling generous, so yes. I will tell you." She bent forward and whispered into the redhead's ear, "Titania."

"Queen of the Fae?" gasped Lily, bright green eyes wide with awe, bowing in respect. The fair skinned woman gave a mischievous wink before disappearing, leaving a small mist of sparkles.

All that remained, was a glimmer of hope in Lily's eyes.

The following days passed and James hadn't suspected a thing. After a romantic date in, she had given her husband a spiked butterbeer. An hour of Wizarding radio and he was out like a light. After she had lain the wizard in bed, Lily wanked him to orgasm, capturing every last drop in a crystal phial.

In all honesty, she could have just let the Marauder cum on her face and scoop it into a vial. Of course that thought hadn't occurred to her until she had a relevant epiphany. Regardless, she sealed the treasure with both an unbreakable charm and a stasis charm.

On the days leading up to the hallowed day, Lily had secluded herself into her study. Since the first encounter with the fae, she needed to know more. With as many books of relevancy, the copper haired witch began her research on the fabled fairy queen. There was no way she would go through with it without being as prepared as she could. Desperate for child, but not foolish.

On October 31st, Lilith Potter returned to the same clearing she had accidentally summoned the Queen of Faeries. This time, there he been no need to make an offering. The Queen of Fae had shown up entirely on her own.

The mortal witch didn't remember what Titania wore last time, but much less provocative than her apparel today.

"You brought the seed of your mate?" came her query, the first words she spoke this meeting.

Nodding, Lily fished the phial from the inside pocket of her robes and proffered it to the Fairy Queen. Said magical being gently took it and stepped back a few feet.

Taking the freshly harvested blood, imaginary brushes painted archaic runes and sigils even Lily didn't know. Next, Titania opened the stasis sealed vial of the human's husband's seed. Instead of inserting it the muggle way, the semen floated up and congealed into a viscous ivory sphere. Incomprehensible chanting could be heard from faceless servants as the pearl leveled with the Fairy Queen's abdomen. When it was at the same height as the female creature's womb, it phased through her skin.

Watching the fae woman doing the bizarre ritual, the muggleborn witch's face contorted into worry. Then she was trying to prevent tears from escaping to no avail. Soon enough, the salty tears came in full force, staining the redhead's cheeks.

Tilting her head, Titania asked as she stepped closer, "What is wrong, child of Eve?"

Sniffling, the Mistress of Charms sobbed, "I feel horrible for going behind James' back. What kind of devoted wife am I?"

"Worry not dear Lily," crooned the Fae queen as she stroked the crying witch's copper locks. "Your child is growing inside me as we speak. Upon her birth, she shall arrive in the night."

Sniffling, the witch wiped away her tears, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I am forever in your debt, Lady Titania. If there's anything you ever need, I shall do it."

With a warm smile, the silver haired faery said, "Your generosity is a diamond against the worn riverstones of humanity. But I do have a little nugget of information to impart with you before I depart."

Looking up, Lily asked, "A-and what is that, your highness?"

"Your child will be a special little girl, of that I have no doubt. Any latent abilities in your line may come to appear. She may be born a boy; James has powerful genes, that much I know. Boys have a higher rate to be born, at least by magical standards. Even as we speak, your child forms within me. But as she will be birthed by fae, the wild magic can possibly change her in more than one way. Our magic is so much different than humankind, but it has happened before. A mortal child birthed by a fae surrogate in exchange for service, money or other things.

"These alterations vary subject to subject. Some appear as a normal human. Others have fae fears such as wings or pointed ears. Sometimes they become more primal than mortal. If there is even a hint of something inhuman in her, you can more than bet it could make an appearance. In the end, they all end up as females. You should choose a girl name for her besides whatever your husband has picked out," finished the empress of fae.

Shaking her head, the mortal woman said, "I will love her regardless of how she turns out. Boy or girl, my child will be the most beautiful child in the entire world!"

A/N: Hope you liked the little intro.