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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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Harry walked with his friends to the front doors of the school, laughing. The incident with the Malfoys was forgotten and all Harry wanted to do was fall into an exhausted heap on his bed. He was bone tired; Voldemort was busy and Harry felt the excesses. Whether the lunatic was gleeful, angry, or anxious; Harry felt it as pain when he was sleeping. Although, sometimes some of the feelings seeped through in the waking hours, Harry didn�t feel pain. Instead his feelings mirrored Voldemort�s. Only Ron, Hermione and Madame Pomfrey knew. Although he suspected Dumbledore might know.
When he and his friends stepped inside the entrance hall, they were met by a very stern looking Professor McGonagall.
�Mr. Potter, if you would please follow me.�
Harry shared a look with his friends, wondering what he could have possibly done now. It was when Ron and Hermione started to follow also that Professor McGonagall stopped.
�Mr. Potter does not need your assistance right now. Return to your dormitory and wait for him there.� Though her voice was stern, McGonagall�s face softened. Harry nodded to his friends and resumed following his professor. He immediately noticed they were not headed to Dumbledore�s office, or her office. Instead, they headed to the Great Hall.
McGonagall let Harry though the cavernous room to the ante-chamber he remembered from his fourth year. Waiting inside was the Headmaster.
�Hello Harry. I do apologize for interrupting your precious spare time. I am afraid this could not wait. We�re just waiting for one more person.�
Harry became restless. The first thought that flitted through his mind had to do with Voldemort. But that couldn�t be right; Harry would be the first to know should he be up to something. His grades weren�t that bad; besides, only Professor McGonagall would be needed for that.
When the door opened and Snape walked in, butterflies flew through Harry�s stomach. When the man smiled maliciously, those butterflies became more violent and fluttered in his throat. It was the entrance of Lucius Malfoy that caused those butterflies to still�only to be replaced with�nothing. Even Harry�s blood froze in his veins. This was not good, really not good. Harry knew it, and he knew it had something to do with what happened in front of the Three Broomsticks. Harry did not want to be in that room.
�Good, you�ve arrived. Although, I hadn�t realized Severus, that you would be joining us.�
�I would no miss this for the world.� As much as Snape�s voice sounded like warm honey, Harry knew better. It was as cold and sharp and glass, and if he was happy, then Harry was frightened.
The Headmaster just gave his Potions Master one of his piercing stares before he seemed satisfied. He waved his wand and conjured enough chairs for everyone to sit comfortably.

Harry sat in a chair next to Professor McGonagall, and semi-close to Dumbledore. If the almost smile Snape was wearing was any indication, Harry wanted all the protection-not to mention support-he could get. A tense silence filled the room, which Dumbledore broke.
�How was your trip in the village, Harry?�
The question was so out of place, but it did help to break the tension with its frivolity.
�It went very well, thank you. It was nice to be able to have a break from the rigors of school.
The headmaster nodded his head and said, �Yes, a chance to get away and have time to one�s self away from teacher�s prying eyes is indeed a welcome change.�
Harry didn�t say anything in reply, not feeling any need. But he did wonder why he was here, sitting with such a bazaar (Did you mean bizarre?) collection of individuals. Harry surreptitiously glanced toward Lord Malfoy seeing only an almost bored _expression on the aristocrat�s face.
�I don�t mean to be so forward, or sound rude,� Harry ignored Snape�s disbelieving snort and continued on, �but why are we here? What did you need to speak with me about?�
It was Lord Malfoy who spoke, his cultured voice filling the small room.
�It was I who called for this--meeting--. You may recall an article in the Prophet earlier this week about me and a not-so-secret-anymore secret?�

Harry didn�t really know if it was a question or a statement so he decided to treat it as a question. He raised an eyebrow and looked straight at the blond.
�I may have heard mention of it here and there a few times this week, yes.�
Snape�s face darkened, but Harry though he saw reluctant amusement in Lord Malfoy�s eyes. It was so fleeting, however; that Harry may have imagined it.
�Indeed. Tell me, how much do you know of Incubi?�
Harry shrugged, his stomach sinking. �As much as whatever was in the Prophet and whatever else Hermione was able to research. So; all things considering, not that much.�
Lord Malfoy nodded as if in confirmation to an answer he already knew.
�There is one person in the entire world that is perfectly compatible with an Incubus. Their energy, their magic even their personalities, are perfectly aligned to complete the other.�
Harry�s dread worsened, threatening to suffocate him. He knew what the man was going to say, he just didn�t want to believe it. So long as Lord Malfoy didn�t really say it, what Harry knew could be denied. His mantra did little to soothe his fears. Repetitions of �don�t say it, don�t say it,� couldn�t quell the dread.
�You, Mr. Potter, have been chosen by the Fates to perfectly complete my Incubus.�
It was out in the open now and Harry still did not want to accept it. He wanted to burst from his seat and say the blond was lying, that none of it was true. It was just another lame plot of Voldemort�s.
He wanted to burst out laughing; tell everyone that it was a good joke, but seriously�

Only Harry knew the truth, he knew it the second Lord Malfoy touched him in Hogsmeade. It was just Harry was absolutely and totally okay with denial. He was very good at denial. Harry was silent for so long, his head of house was worried.
�Mr. Potter? Harry, are you alright?�
Harry looked at his professor blankly before nodding.
�Yes, ma�am. I�m just�shocked. It is a bit to take in. I can�t quite wrap my mind about it yet.�
McGonagall nodded, but Snape sneered. �Considering the size of your brain Potter, I�d find it surprising you�d be able to wrap it about anything.�
Harry looked at Snape but he didn�t feel any anger towards the man�s insult. They�d become too common, Harry was practically impervious. Only when the Potions Master mentioned Harry�s godfather, could he get a rise out of Harry. Instead, the one who seemed to have a problem with the insult was Lucius. He made a noise similar to a growl deep in the back of his throat and four sets of surprised eyes turned towards him.
Indeed, Lucius was himself, surprised. His feeling of fierce protectiveness rose in him towards Harry at the insult. He didn�t know why. He did know that being this close to the boy was affecting him�and quite painfully. His Incubus was fighting to rise to the surface and feed from its perfect partner, and it was making Lucius uncomfortable. Using every bit of control he had, Lucius pushed the Incubus back down.
�Lord Malfoy, are you alright?� Headmaster Dumbledore�s gentle inquiry brought Lucius� attention back to his surroundings.
�Quite.�
Dumbledore nodded and turned to Harry, who was glancing questioningly at the blond. He spoke, bringing the young Gryffindor�s attention to him.
�Harry, I know this is overwhelming to you. Maybe we may help. Do you have any questions?�
Yes, Harry had about a million and one questions; he just didn�t know which one to ask. Finally, he just blurted something out.
�What about Voldemort?�
Lucius raised an eyebrow, but he was going to answer the meaning of the question instead of the actual wording. Only Severus spoke up first.
�Potter, what have I told you about saying that name in my presence?�
Harry rolled his eyes, but before he could reply to his ornery teacher, the headmaster spoke.
�Severus, please be a bit more amenable towards Harry. This is a lot to take all at once. And besides, of anyone here, Harry as the right to the answers to his questions, most especially any concerning Lord Voldemort.�
The Potions Professor nodded his head at the gentle rebuke and settled in his chair. Harry decided to rephrase his question a bit more coherently.

�With your connection--proven or not--to Voldemort, problems may arise and complicate things for both of us. How would we fix these problems; preferably before they arise?�
Snape looked surprised, or Harry thought he detected surprise, at Harry�s question. Harry sat on the urge to roll his eyes. He could form coherent, intelligent sentences; it was just easier when he didn�t have someone who hated and insulted him around.
�The Dark Lord is not my Master; therefore, I do not answer to him.�
Harry listened, but he couldn�t help but believe there should have been more tacked onto the declaration. Lord Malfoy was leaving something off and Harry didn�t know why.
�If Voldemort attacks me, what would you do? Side with him, me or do nothing?�
Did Lord Malfoy look uncomfortable? No, he didn�t, but Harry knew he was.

Lucius didn�t want to answer the question; mainly because in doing so, he would give too much information away. But he had to say something.
�An Incubus will do anything to insure the safety of its companion from others. Therefore, if the Dark Lord was to attack you, and there was anything I could do to either stop it, prevent it, or help you; then the Incubus would ensure I do so.�
The Incubus in Lucius rose snarling to the surface at even the hypothetical of its own being attacked. It had been too long since Lucius had fed, it was taking all he was to try and placate it. And apparently Dumbledore noticed because he got up and headed towards the door.
�I think we should give Lord Malfoy and Mr. Potter a brief period of time to become better acquainted and to work things out.�
Lucius wasn�t sure if he should thank the man for being so observant and meddling, or curse him for leaving Lucius alone with the object of the Incubus� obsession.
�Albus, do you think it wise?�
Yes, Professor McGonagall, ever the stalwart prude; or maybe she really cared for Potter.
�Of course Minerva. Now come, we won�t be gone for long.�
The headmaster walked to the door and waited for the other two professors to join him. And after one last malicious and satisfied smirk in Potter�s direction, Snape did leave.

Yay, an update. And beta�d too. In fact, they previous chappies are also. Really, it makes a big difference.
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