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Sluggish	By : SillySilenia Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10857 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor anything within the fandom; I make no money or other profit from writing this. I do not own the original idea for this story; it is written in reaction to a challenge/request by JayDee.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 - Inheritance
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Full summary: As Harry comes into his Magical Inheritance, he finds out that there is some Creature Blood in the Potter line. After generations of dormancy, it has now manifested itself in Harry.

What will it mean for his daily life and why has no one told him before that this was possible? Does this have anything to do with 'the Power the Dark Lord knows not'?

And above all, how will Harry deal with being part magical freshwater slug?

[IN PROGRESS]

Written for JayDee's request which can be found here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/27436-request-harry-creature-inheritance-slug-slash/

No set pairings; features SLASH (M/M) including (but not necessarily limited to) HP/Several Males, as well as one or more threesomes/moresomes. Mention/reference of HET (M/F): Harry/Ginny prior to this story's events.

Set during HBP/Sixth year. More-or-less follows canon up to the end of OotP.

AU/AR for several reasons, including the following: 1. (Magical) Creature Inheritance is somewhat common; 2. Harry is not a Horcrux; 3. M-Preg.

Warnings that specifically apply to this chapter (as opposed to future chapters):

- Transformation (well, technically, the actual transformation itself happens before the start of the story)

- Solo/Masturbating

- Thoughts/Fantasies of M/M & Threesome.

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Chapter 1 – Inheritance

Harry woke up to the feeling of somewhat sticky, definitively slimy and undeniably cold liquid on his bare skin. His scar did not burn, so there was no chance that he had been sweating heavily from a nightmare or vision. Besides, while sweat could be sticky and cold, it wasn’t slimy.

Well, except perhaps for Malfoy’s sweat. He wouldn’t know, but it would be fitting, Malfoy being a slimy arse-kissing snake and all.

Normal sweat, however, wasn’t slimy, Harry knew that from experience well enough. He’d woken up in his own sweat after some of his more vicious nightmares often enough, after all.

No, he could only think of one liquid his body could produce and release during his sleep that had all the qualities of the liquid his bed was just about soaked in.

“Figures,” he muttered, somewhat slurred as he’d only just woken up, “Get to r’member my nightmares every bloody magic-forsaken time, but when the ‘Boy-who-Lived’ finally has a nice dream for once, he doesn’t deserv’ to r’member it or some such shit. Must’ve been a pretty damn good one too, to produce all this.”

It was only at that moment and because of that specific line of thought that he realized that no matter how great a dream, it could never have been enough to produce this mass load of slimy liquid that he had awoken in.

“Merlin’s soggy balls,” Harry muttered when he realized just how much of the liquid was on his bed, seeping into his mattress and his pillow. “Even if all Gryffindor males would’ve spent the whole night together, wanking above my bed, it still couldn’t have caused this much bloody cum.”

Now, Harry would readily admit, at least to himself, that he could at times be slightly daft – never as bad as Ron, though – but he was pretty sure that he would have noticed such a thing happening. He was also pretty sure he would’ve done a Mad-Eye if such a thing had happened – hex first, ask questions later, if at all.

Not that his best mate and his other dorm mates would ever do such a thing in the first place. Ron could be daft, but not daft enough to do something like that, and if even Ron wasn’t stupid enough to do something, none of the other Gryffindors, let alone his dorm mates, would be.

Besides, even if Ron would have been daft enough, he knew there was another reason he’d never do it. During the summer, Harry had found out on accident that Ron was rather... ashamed and self-aware over the small size of his dick, so there was no chance in hell he’d jerk himself off with at least a dozen others watching.

Not that Harry liked to think about the incident that had caused him to know this. One would think that even Ron would know better than to leave the bathroom’s door unlocked while he was spending some time ‘polishing his wand’. In fact, if Harry didn’t know better, with the way Ron had been standing and all, he’d almost think Ron had wanted to be seen.

Gladly, Harry knew better than that. There just were some things you didn’t need to know about your best mate and honorary brother.

Of course, the conclusion that it wasn’t cum on his bed made Harry wonder what it was, then. Some annoying prank, maybe? If Fred and George still went to Hogwarts, he’d be pretty sure it was, but they had left last year, with the whole Umbridge debacle and all.

Oh well, he could investigate later. First he should get this sticky, slimy stuff off himself, and so, with a deep sigh, Harry stepped out of his bed to take a shower.

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While generally not an early riser, Harry happened to be one of the first people awake in the castle. Only a few others had woken up before him.

Two Hufflepuffs were playing some game in their common room, Madam Pomfrey was checking the Hospital Wing's stock of potions, Professor McGonagall had just woken up and an old man sat in the Headmaster's office, sucking on a lemon drop. Everyone else was still asleep.

The old man, better known as Headmaster Dumbledore, was pondering about Lily and James, as he always did on the anniversary of their death. Fifteen years ago now. To him, it seemed both much shorter and much longer than fifteen years since they had died.

They had been good people. He softly shook his head and a small tear appeared in his eye. He cursed softly.

He’d bitten on his tongue instead of the lemon drop again.

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Harry locked the door and quickly donned the oversized shirt and boxers he’d grabbed for the sole reason of not having to make his way to the showers nakedly. As he threw them aside, he noticed that, just from the short time he’d been wearing them, they had become soaked with the strange liquid already.

He quickly stepped under the shower to wash the slimy substance – whatever it was – off his body. There were some things he didn’t enjoy, and being slimier than Malfoy was pretty high on that list.

Like he had expected after seeing his shirt and boxers, the liquid was all over his body. There seemed to be more on his crotch and cock than anywhere else, ironically, as he was pretty sure it wasn't cum. Not that he had inkling what it was, but it looked too different and there simply was too much of it.

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Recovered from the pain of biting his tongue, Dumbledore went back to pondering, his subject this time being the son of Lily and James – Harry.

So far, every Halloween that Harry had been at Hogwarts had proved to be far from common. A troll in Harry’s first year, a petrified cat and a reopened chamber of secrets in his second year. Sirius Black slashing the Fat Lady’s portrait in his third year, Harry's name emerging from the Goblet of Fire in his fourth year...

It was almost as certain that something would happen on Halloween as it was that Hogwarts would need a new DADA teacher next year.

He wondered what it would be this time. He knew that Sybill had bet on an uprising of Hogwarts’ House-elves, Minerva on another creature finding their way into the castle or getting loose somehow and Poppy had placed a bet that Harry would end up in the Hospital Wing before the end of the day somehow.

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To Harry’s annoyance and embarrassment, the stuff on his cock and balls refused to come off as easily as it had on the rest of his body, probably because it was a much thicker layer. Simply letting the water run over it didn’t do the trick in the least, and soft touch didn’t either.

And so, Harry grabbed his cock firmly at the base, knowing that only proper scrubbing would clean the mess away. His cock had other plans, however, when it was awakened by that familiar touch, growing in size significantly. As his left hand kept his cock firmly in place, Harry cleaned the shaft with his other hand, using firm strokes and rubbing. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was the appearance of a few drops of pre-cum, only to be washed away by the streaming water within seconds.

His breath became slightly shallow as his right hand moved fast and firmly up and down the shaft while the palm of his other hand started rubbing against his balls gently, ignoring the slimy substance on them. Hot water streamed down his skin which combined with the heat he felt inside made it feel as though he was on fire. A slight shiver went through him as he could feel the pressure building up and he softly bit on his lip to keep himself from moaning just yet.

The faster and firmer his hand went up and down, the more shallow his breath became. He started rubbing his balls in a slightly rougher way, his senses tingling, his body begging for release, almost losing himself in the feeling of this double stimulation. His mind conjured image after image and he could almost mistake the warm water streaming down his cock for someone’s mouth, even if his mind could seemingly not decide whose mouth it would be. Images of Ginny Weasley in all her fierceness appeared inside his mind only to be replaced by Susan Bones, who made way for Oliver Wood moments later. The image changed again, this time showing him Hannah Abbott.

He couldn’t keep himself from gasping for breath as both Fred and George Weasley swam into vision and he imagined how one twin teasingly let his tongue run past his cock while the other let his hands roam all over his body. He moaned softly. He could almost feel their breath on his skin and the hands rubbing both his cock and balls seemed to belong to the twins instead of himself for a moment. He softly pressed his nails into his cock, imagining it to be soft, teasing nibbling instead. With a louder moan, the pressure building up made place for the almost painful but so pleasant feeling of release. He felt the hot seed on his hands for a moment, before the water washed it away.

It was hard to open his eyes after such a moment of ecstasy, to let the bliss go, but Harry did so nonetheless. His whole body still tingled and he felt dizzy for a moment. With some difficulty, he shoved the awkwardness he was feeling over wanking while thinking of Fred and George aside.

He softly shook his head to clear his vision, as far as that was possible without his glasses and suddenly became aware of the slimy substance on his balls again. It almost felt as though somehow, there was more of it than there had been before. Again, he shook his head. It probably just was his imagination – after all, he had not exactly measured how much of it there had been in the first place.

He scrubbed it away, moaning again, but this time out of pain. His balls were still sensitive, more than usual, from moments before and the slime refused to come off easily. When he finally was done, he ran his hand through his hair to find that there was some slime there as well, although gladly far less than there had been on other parts of his body. He should have expected it, really. There had been some of that slimy stuff on his pillow, so why should he have expected it not to be in his hair?

He poured some shampoo on his hands and massaged it into his hair. While doing so, his left wrist grazed past some strange, pointy thing which seemed to be on the edge of his hairline. Tentatively reaching out to the other side of his forehead, he felt something similar there. Running a finger past them gave him the impression of a set of horns or some such thing.

Harry had still been caught up in the after-effects of his bliss but this shook him awake in a way that only a few things, including certain night-time visions, a dose of pepper-up potion and a cup of coffee, had previously been able to.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed loudly, “as if a bloody scar on my forehead wasn’t enough! No, now I get two bloody HORNS with it too. Bloody Halloween. Always something happening, but at least it waits until after dinner most of the time!”

He finished washing his hair as quickly as he could, all the while muttering and cursing more under his breath. Spelling himself dry, he hurriedly put the shirt and boxers back on before going back to the dorm to properly dress himself.

Within minutes he was on his way to the Hospital Wing.

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