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Incubus Dreams	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 42781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Incubus Dreams
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-Ten
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Disclaimer: Forgot one last chapter, so here it is. All rights and such and blah, blah, blah, belong to J. K. Rowling, goddess and all supreme writer person. No money of any kind is being made off of this twisted tribute to her wonderful skills. Without her, there would be no Lucius and Harry, so let us all bow down to her superior imagination and not sue me for my hubris in thinking I could possibly be as talented as she.
Hi, I suppose I should give a little back-story. This is essentially an AU. I�m picking certain things from book five to keep in or to ignore. For instance, Sirius did die, however, Lucius never went to Azkaban. That�s basically it.

I am taking a whole bunch of liberties with Incubi and Succubae myths. I figure, since they�re mythical creatures, tweaking things about them here and there wouldn�t cause too much harm.

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Harry mentally groaned. At the best of times, Draco Malfoy was enough to incite, perpetuate, or compound a headache. He was a self-centered wizard-elitist who puts too much stock in superficiality and not enough in what truly counts. He was petty and spiteful and Harry really didn�t want his weekend to be ruined by the blond Slytherin.

�What have we here? I didn�t realize the Three Broomsticks was offering up for charity causes. It must be a new thing.�

Ron�s ears went red first, but Malfoy wasn�t finished.

�I may have to rethink coming here if they let just anybody in. One must keep one�s self clean and pure--as opposed to cheap and muddy after all.�

Ron�s face colored to match his ears and he seemed to inflate in his anger. Neville was trying to hide behind Hermione, but he was failing miserably since he was taller and broader than her. Hermione was torn between physical violence and placating Ron.

�I�m not so sure you can technically be spouting off about you pure-blood nascence any longer Malfoy; unless you wish to appear hypocritical, and we all know how un-seemly, how undignified hypocrisy is, don�t we?�

Harry wasn�t looking at Malfoy; he was picking an imaginary spot from his robes. It was fun, acting as supercilious as the Slytherin, using his own imperious attitude against him.

�What would you know about it, Potter? Your dead mother was a mud-blood, and look where it got here. You�re only a half-blood, Potter, so what are your chances of faring better than her?�

Harry finally looked up into the other boy�s eyes. They were narrowed in anger and triumph. Harry smirked, shamelessly using the same smirk at Malfoy always did.

�Oh, I�d day they�d be the same as Voldemort�s.� This time, Harry viciously reveled in everyone�s flinch. Malfoy�s comment brought forth emotions and memories he�d thought he�d buried deep enough. He pushed them away and continued talking.

�Before you officially choose a side, Malfoy, I suggest you completely understand who you�ll be calling �Master�.�

A large shadow fell across the ground next to Harry. He really didn�t need to know who was behind him, Malfoy�s look of pleased triumph told it all. His hand was inching to his wand when a cool, suave voice spoke.

�Is there a problem, Draco, or is Madame Rosemerta now holding luncheon on her front steps?�

Harry�s hand paused. It wasn�t Crabbe and Goyle as he�d first suspected. No, that voice belonged to Lucius Malfoy, Draco�s father. It was similar to Draco�s, except the timbre was deeper tenor. And it was smoother and more confident. Harry had the mental picture of thick, dark chocolate, silky, rich, and decadent. He really did NOT want to think of that in conjunction with Malfoy senior.

�No, father, I was just catching up with my classmates.�

Draco�s smile was maliciously wicked.

�I see.�

Lord Malfoy walked around, towards Draco, and accidentally brushed against Harry�s arm in the process. Nothing so dramatic as a spark zinging throughout his body happened, but something did happen. Something inside Harry, some deep, deeper, deepest part of Harry recognized, and accepted, something deep within the elder Malfoy. Frankly, it worried Harry, because if the grin Malfoy senior was wearing was any indication, he felt it too.

�Yes, I do see.� Harry absolutely knew Lucius Malfoy was referring to something completely different.

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Lucius Malfoy walked from the gates of Hogwarts. He ignored the stares of the children as he made his way through the courtyard to the main doors. He opened the doors only to be halted by Minerva McGonagall. Pausing so she could speak, Lucius absently tapped his fingers on the snake�s head of his cane.

�What are you doing at the school, Mr. Malfoy? Your son is at Hogsmeade.�

With all the patience in the world, Lucius answered. �I�m here to see the headmaster.� There was no inflection to his voice, only a polite answer.

�I wasn�t aware you had an appointment with him.�

�Of course not, Professor. I don�t have an appointment with Headmaster Dumbledore. However, I assure you, he will be most adamant to see me as this visit has to do with young Mr. Potter.�

The professor�s eyes widened; no doubt believing anything Lucius Malfoy had to say in concern with Potter also concerned the Dark Lord. And because it concerned Potter, Lucius Malfoy, and--no doubt--the Dark Lord, Professor McGonagall was already walking towards the headmaster�s office before saying that Mr. Malfoy should follow.

�Is he always in hi office when you need him?� Lucius asked not to put the obviously distraught teacher at ease, but because he was genuinely interested. In fact, it was a question that has interested him since he was a student.

The quiet inquiry startled the professor. Lucius suspected it was the fact that it was polite and coming from the �evil Lord Malfoy.� They paused at the gargoyle.

�Bubblegum Taffy. Yes, actually, he usually is. Headmaster Dumbledore is usually exactly where he needs to be, when he needs to be there.�

It was not a statement Lucius could refute, much to his chagrin, as he knew it to be true first hand. The headmaster seemed to have sixth, seventh, and even an eighth sense when it came to being where he was needed, though not necessarily wanted.

Lucius was happy when he got off that damnable rotating staircase. It�s most certainly something Dumbledore would have. Maybe his visitors have to pass some sort of test before they can gain entrance to his office. If they don�t throw up of fall down, then they pass.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door, opening it when the headmaster bid them enter--by name. Lucius gestured for the professor to enter first. He smirked when she hesitated; not that Lucius blamed her. If given a choice, he wouldn�t want him to his back either. Apparently McGonagall�s belief of her safety within the confines of Hogwarts and with the headmaster so near appeased her immediate fears.

�Professor McGonagall, Lord Malfoy, how very nice to see you. Now, what brings you here?�

Lucius peered at the headmaster, trying to discern whether or not the man knew more than he was letting on. Dumbledore was one of the very few people Lucius could not understand. And he wouldn�t say anything until he had a more concrete handle on Dumbledore. Besides, he was waiting for Professor McGonagall to speak first.

�Mr. Malfoy came to the school saying he needed to speak with you, Albus. He said it concerned Mr. Potter.�

�I see. Please Lord Malfoy, do sit down. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Or perhaps coffee?�

�I think not, Albus This meeting isn�t a social call. I would like to get straight to the point, if you please.� He called the headmaster by his first name, indicating his willingness to drop formalities.

Lucius does take a seat, however, and is pleased to note how comfortable the chair is. There seems to be fewer objects in the office than that last time Lucius visited. He notices, in a corner, sitting on a shelf, many broken gadgets. Aside from that, they seemed to be taken care of and cleaned.

�Then I shall leave you two to discuss what you need.�

Lucius watched as the woman headed to the door. In a flash of malicious intent, Lucius spoke up just as she reached for the handle.

�Actually, I believe you should stay. This matter does include Mr. Potter and you are his Head of House, so it seems only fair to include you in this matter.�

Dumbledore hadn�t made any protest against the statement, and Lucius reveled in watching the battle between the professor�s curiosity and her sense of propriety.

�If it�s about Mr. Potter, shouldn�t he be included?� The statement was spoken more towards the headmaster than Lucius. Something passed through Dumbledore�s usually twinkling blue eyes, some sort of shadow. If Lucius didn�t know better, he�d say it was painful regret.

Before the headmaster could say anything, Lucius spoke up.

�I have no intention of keeping this a secret to the Potter boy. I�m merely being polite and informing you of the situation. After you know the information, we may call Mr. Potter. That way he may enjoy his trip to Hogsmeade, as I see no need to interrupt his free time. Students in general, and Mr. Potter in particular, have so little of it in these dark times.�

Whatever Professor McGonagall insinuated to the headmaster that caused him to tense up was lifted with Lucius� words.

�Of course. Please take a seat, Minerva. Lucius is correct, as Harry�s Head of House, you should be kept appraised of the events. Harry will be told when he returns from Hogsmeade.�

Professor nodded, then sat down and immediately addressed Lucius.

�I didn�t realize you held Mr. Potter�s well being in such high regard, Mr. Malfoy.�

Lucius bit back a laugh at the sarcasm in the professor�s voice, as well as laughing at the Mr. She was one of the few who still called him, Mr. It must have something to do with knowing him as a student.

�Believe me when I say young Mr. Potter�s well being is of the utmost importance to me.�

Lucius eyed the headmaster briefly, but he still could not determine how much the man knew. He had being enigmatic and unreadable down to an art form, even as well as--if not more so--than the Malfoys. Something Lucius would never admit to on pain of death.

�I believe I have to explain so that you may understand.� Lucius sat further back in the chair and looked directly at the headmaster.

�As you are aware, my darling wife ousted a very closely kept secret in her drunken state, at a very public function.�

Dumbledore uncrossed his hands and stroked his beard, as if he was deep in thought trying to recall the incident.

�Ah yes, she claimed you are an Incubus. I�m sure she had it in her mind to cause a scandal and discredit your name and reputation. But I daresay, she rather failed in that regard if people�s reactions are any indication.�

�Quite.�

�I don�t see how any of this has to do with Mr. Potter. Would you please explain that, Mr. Malfoy.�

Lucius didn�t even try and hide his sigh. Heaven help him from impatient old biddies that interrupt a tale.

�As you know, if you read the article, Incubi and Succubae have one person with whom they are most compatible. From that person, they may feed more easily and more completely. For the first time, an Incubus of Succubus lives instead of merely existing. Given a chance, they would choose to live, by any means possible.�

Lucius sat forward, spread his legs and set his cane between his knees. He crossed his hands over the snake�s head, gray eyes very intent as they bore into Dumbledore�s blue.

�I�ve found mine.�

He watched as understanding dawned in the headmaster�s eyes. It was sadistically satisfying to see the grief and resignation in the wizard�s eyes. He turned at the witch�s gasp and Lucius actually smirked at the rising look of horror and understanding on her face.

�That�s�that�s not possible. It can�t��

�I am afraid, Professor McGonagall, it is entirely possible. It is, in fact, true. I saw Mr. Potter today in Hogsmeade. I can assure you, the discovery took me by surprise. But I trust the instincts of the Incubus, and the Incubus powers connected with, and accepted, Mr. Potter. In fact; giant, bright flashes went off inside my mind when the connection was made.�

The last bit was finished in wry tones.

The headmaster looked very grave, but he seemed to know there was nothing he could do.

�What about Voldemort? Proven or not, your connection to him could cause problems. As you well know, Harry stands for everything anathema to Lord Voldemort.�

Dumbledore steeped his fingers and looked at Lucius over his half-moon glasses.

�Having He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as your master--�

�The Dar Lord is NOT my master.�

Lucius was very vehement about that little fact, making sure to stress �Dark Lord,� and �not.� Professor McGonagall was taken back, but Dumbledore obtained a calculating gleam in his eyes.

�But the Dark Mark�� The professor seemed unable to gather her wits.

�The Dark Mark was never officially there.�

That surprised even Dumbledore enough to show it; and at that, Lucius felt ridiculously accomplished.

�Would you care to expand on that statement, Lucius?�

The blond tilted his head to the side, affecting a pose and expression of deep and serious thought.

�No, I don�t think I will.�

The witch looked nonplussed at that, as if denying information to Albus Dumbledore was a personal affront to her. For his part, the headmaster just nodded. But then he�d always been good at reading between the lines and biding his time. He was annoyingly Slytherin in many of his mannerisms.

�Alright, what about Harry�s age? He is only sixteen-years-old, and as such, his education will come first.�

Lucius inclined his head. �Of course. I refuse to be tied to someone who�s uneducated. As for Mr. Potter�s age in other regards, I can assure you, it is inconsequential right now.�

Professor McGonagall looked up, startled. �Surely you can�t mean that. He�s just a child and considering how Incubi and Succubae acquire their energy, I would think Mr. Potter�s age would most certainly be very important, Mr. Malfoy.�

Lucius� answer was to smile a very cold and predatory smile. In fact, his smile would not have looked out of place on a shark.

�Professor McGonagall, fucking Harry is not the only way to acquire the energy I need, it is simply the most well known.�

Lucius intentionally used the more crude words and Harry�s name to absolutely drive home the new dynamics of his relationship with the boy.

It was true; sex didn�t have to be the only way to acquire the energy. Incubi fed off of emotions, and any general strong emotions would do: lust; anger; fear; they were the best ones to feed off of. It�s also true that Incubi and Succubae are generally sexual creatures, but those that are, are the ones who haven�t found their complimentary halves. It�s easier and quicker to seduce a victim using sexual stimuli. There was a lot the world didn�t know about his breed.

The silence that followed Lucius� proclamation and that lingered during his musings was broken by Professor McGonagall�s shrill voice. Lucius briefly imagined that she was related to a harpy as she stood up and started--well, harping.

�Albus, you can�t let this happen. Harry is just a child. You can�t allow him to be stuck with someone as cold, as heartless, evil and�and vile as Lucius Malfoy.�

If that wasn�t true, Lucius might have taken umbrage at being called such things. As it was, he was merely annoyed at being spoken of as if he wasn�t in the room.

�Harry is just a child with enough going on in his life; you just cannot let this happen.� Gone was the strict professor; here was a woman who cared deeply for another human being; and despite himself, Lucius did appreciate the feeling on Potter�s behalf.

�I�m afraid there is not much I can do, Minerva. I am not completely powerless, though.� Dumbledore turned to Lucius. �During the school year, Harry will remain in the school, under its protection. You may contact him via letters, or during Hogsmeade weekends with the stipulation that a Hogwarts� professor is always present.�

Dumbledore�s eyes pinned Lucius in place, intent and deadly serious. Here was the man the wizarding world looked up to and turned to for support; here was the and Voldemort feared.

�And further more, your connection with Voldemort will be terminated.�

McGonagall gasped, plopped back down in her seat, and looked at Dumbledore. Lucius raised a pale eyebrow.

�Surly Albus, you know the impossibility of that.�

This time it was the headmaster who smiled coldly. In fact, Lucius had seen that very smile grace the face of the Dark Lord--usually before he tortured someone.

�Yes, the only one�s who will know you terminated your service to the Dark Lord will be you, Minerva, myself, and of course, Harry.�

Lucius looked at Dumbledore in a whole new light. �So you�re asking me to be a spy?�

Dumbledore shrugged a Gaulic shrug; one which could mean nothing or anything. Lucius sighed.

�One last thing, Lucius.�

The blond looked up with narrowed eyes, wondering if he�d have to promise his fortune to the school or some such nonsense.

�You will be the one to tell Draco, and make sure he doesn�t take any of his anger out on Harry. Do you agree to these terms?�

Lucius just nodded, not having any choice. He wasn�t lying when he said an Incubus would do anything to keep their companion. Besides, his mind was occupied with thoughts and plans of how to tell Draco. Saying his son would be angry would be like saying that a vacation on the sun would be hot. It was a gross understatement.

�Good. We will inform Harry as soon as he returns from Hogsmeade.�

Lucius rose from his seat and nodded at the professor before looking at the headmaster.

�I wish to visit with Severus. Please let me know when Potter is here.�

�Of course, Lucius. Thank-you for coming.� Just before Lucius opened the door, Dumbledore continued. �I don�t think I have to warn you, but I will in any case. Break any of the mentioned stipulations, or any added by Harry himself, do anything to endanger Harry�s life, you risk the wrath of myself and all of Hogwarts.�

Again, Lucius nodded before he swept out of the room.
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