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MANY A MIND AND BLOOD by dra6on

Chapter 4. Occlumency

Harry was the first one to wake up in the morning and was very grateful for that. During the night Luna had managed to snuggle very close to him and apparently his hands had found inappropriate places to rest on by themselves. Then again, considering what they’d been up to earlier, “inappropriate” hardly applied in this situation. Still, Harry was very careful when moving Luna and slipping out of the bed, making sure to cover her naked body.

Finding some fresh clothes the young man sat down at his desk. It was Monday and a quick Tempus revealed he had about an hour before his first lesson. The easiest way would be to just leave Luna here, as he’d done to all those muggles he’d slept with. But he would be seeing Luna again and she was a friend. He had never before slept with a friend – it was a whole new situation. Regan didn’t count as they’d first fucked, then become friends.

With despondent sigh the wizard made his way to his bed and gently shook the girl. “Luna? You should wake up. You don’t want to be late?”

She mumbled something and shifted. Harry’s eyes were drawn to the perfect curve of her neck. Just perfect for sucking... He felt the many desires and instincts surfaces and leaned closer, nuzzling her skin. She smelled like him now but he hadn’t marked her. He should.

No, he shouldn’t. The wizard flinched and backed a step. Careful, he needed to be careful. Now it wasn’t just the vampire and werewolf that required attention but the incubus as well. He couldn’t let his guard down or he might end up... Oh Circe. He might end up organizing orgies in the castle.

He shuddered but really did not know whether it was because of excitement or apprehension. He willed his erection away.

So now he didn’t even have to pick up on lustful fifth years with his empathy. It was enough to think about sex?

“Harry?”

Perfect timing. One minute more alone with my thoughts and I might have ended up taking you again. He swallowed.

“Morning. Are you alright?”

The girl stretched her arms high above her head and Harry averted his eyes as the cover slipped and bared her chest. Luna had the decency to blush and feel slightly embarrassed. Speaking of that... The jumble of emotions was gone and she was feeling a lot better. The sorrow was still there but now she wasn’t... Suppressing herself? Harry could feel everything she did.

“Just a little sore but I suppose that’s normal.” Luna answered dreamily. She picked her wand from the night desk and summoned her clothes. “Harry, can you turn around?”

He raised his brows but did as he was told. He heard the shuffling of clothes and used the time to think about this. Was it because of the ritual yesterday or simply because of the sex? Who knew what sleeping with a hybrid incubus did to a person. But so far the change in Luna seemed good.

It might also have something to do with the attack yesterday, Harry realized. It cracked the wall she’d built around herself and everything else helped to bring that wall down. To feel so helpless... Fuck! The attack! I sent the boy... He grimaced. There would be consequences.

“I had a weird dream last night,” Luna mentioned and Harry glanced behind him. She was fully clothed and in the process of combing through the tangles in her hair.

“Oh?” He forced the impassive mask in place.

“Mmh... I dreamed that a beautiful demon with black wings had sex with me. He was just as amazing as you were.”

Harry swallowed and his voice came out almost as a squeak. “Oh. Thanks... I guess.”

“It is a compliment. And I feel better. Your Mabon ritual must have helped me. The sex was really great for me to have dreamt about it later. Hmm, your hair looks really nice.”

“I’m... glad to have been of help.” He tried to squish the guilt. He hadn’t been able to control himself and Luna was better off not knowing. “Wait, my hair?”

“Yep. It’s really shiny. Like Blibbering Humdinger’s fur.”

Harry raised a brow but shrugged it off as something his incubus self had caused. He looked Luna over very carefully. She seemed okay, and she was feeling embarrassment and excitement mingled with relief. And whenever her eyes strayed to Harry there was affection and a small tingling of lust but it was nothing compared to last night.

“Luna, you know... That-“

“I’m not doing this again,” she interrupted. “This was a one time thing, and you really did help me Harry. Thank you for that. It’s nice to know that someone still cares.”

She came to a stop before him and rose to her toes to kiss his cheek. “If you need my help, you only have to ask. And I hope you’ll still eat with me? You seem to repel the Nargles and Wrackspurts and it’d be great if I didn’t have to worry about them anymore.” With that the girl left and Harry let her. He still felt contradicted about last night. On the other hand he hadn’t been any rougher with her than he’d been with many of his other partners. But she hadn’t really agreed to it. Did it qualify as rape? He swallowed the nausea away.

Transfiguration. He’d just concentrate on that. He stuffed his Transfiguration and Herbology books in his bag but knew it was far too early to leave for class. And he wasn’t hungry. Apparently eating sexual energy qualified as receiving sustenance. So from this point on he could survive on sex, blood and normal food.

At least he had a lot of options.

Harry sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. His extra sensitive nose was still picking up on the scent of sex and he was getting more and more aroused by the minute. He leaned back on his bed and sighed. Why was his life this complicated? Shouldn’t the Fates have a balance or something? Instead of dealing with Voldemort still living and having been turned into a hybrid monster, couldn’t he have picked one? Why did everything happen to him? Sleeping with a friend because she was in distress... Where was that famous power of will of his?

The young man felt his trousers tenting and hit his head against the soft mattress multiple times before simply giving up. He opened the zip on his leather trousers and freed his length. Harry let out a hiss of pleasure as his hand wrapped around his sizeable cock and slowly started pumping up and down. He remembered the feel of Luna’s mouth on the head of his cock, how her wicked tongue worked on it, and felt his hips start jerking to match his hand’s movement. His other hand pinched at his left nipple through the silken shirt.

Something stirred within him. The incubus. But this was just him satisfying himself and it did not take over. His movements became more erratic and the pace grew until he came with a gasp all over his hand and trousers. The white cum dripped and slid down his black trousers and Harry watched with impassionate attention before Scourgifying the mess away.

This pleasure was hardly comparable to the one he’d experienced with Luna last night and he knew abstinence was hardly an option anymore. He just kept reacting without thinking. So he’d have to go to London next weekend. Should probably write that letter to Regan today...

Harry left for Transfiguration but never made it to the class room as Argus Filch blocked his way with his cat following obediently her master.

“Potter! Where have you been? Been searching you all night, I have. Headmaster wants you in his office.” The caretaker cackled. “Been up to no good? Perhaps I’ll get to use my old tools. Maybe, maybe... I hope so.”

Harry levelled a glare at the caretaker and changed his route. The man followed, keeping an eye on the student and all the time making remarks about his beloved torture methods. He was getting on Harry’s nerves and it didn’t help that every student passing them by shot him fearful looks before scurrying out of the way in fear. So maybe he’d gone a little overboard. It was hardly his fault he considered Luna pa- family and felt the need to protect her.

Not that he could use that as an excuse.

They arrived at the gargoyle and the stairs opened without a moment’s hesitation. So they were expecting him. He ascended without thinking and stepped into the office without bothering to knock. Taking into consideration his earlier talk with Dumbledore he could expect just about anything.

All the Heads of Houses were gathered in the office and their heads turned towards him as he stepped through the open door. To the Empath it was as if he’d been dropped into a pit of... apprehension. Only Dumbledore remained in control of his emotions but even he excluded an air of seriousness. No twinkling eyes or smiles. Not that Harry had been expecting those.

“Sit down, Mr Potter.”

What happened to “my boy”? he wanted to ask but held his tongue. The young wizard cast a glance at Snape whose face remained impassive even if the black eyes seemed to shine with curiosity. Sitting down in the free chair in the middle of the room he let his bag fall to the floor.

“It seems that there was an incident last night. Serious accusations have been brought up. What do you answer?”

Harry thought about that. Did it really matter? He’d end up in detention all the same, probably expelled. No, he did not want his wand broken in half.

“Probably yes,” he admitted, flinching at the sound twin gasps from Flitwick and Sprout. McGonagall’s lips were pursed into a thin line. “But I doubt the ‘victims’ told the whole story. I was defending Luna.”

“Ms Lovegood?” It was Flitwick. Harry nodded, suddenly getting an idea.

“I can show you my memory of the event if Professor Dumbledore doesn’t mind lending us his Pensieve.”

The witches and wizards turned to the Headmaster who sent Harry a piercing look. “Indeed. If you would be so kind, Mr Potter.”

As Dumbledore set up the white bowl on his desk Harry concentrated on the events. Nothing about his arrival could be in the memory and nothing about his later interactions with Luna. From the beginning of the attack to its end. He brought his wand to his temple and pulled out the white string of a memory.

Putting it into the bowl he was the first one to enter and waited until all others had arrived to the scene before letting the memory commence.

He saw himself from last night standing there, his wand beneath the other boy’s jugular. Giles, if he recalled correctly. He could feel no emotion from the memory but even more pronounced were the feelings of his Professors as they took in the sight of students partaking in a torture session. And that’s what it was. Harry could feel mostly shock and Snape especially was feeling murderous towards Giles as they noticed the activities of his hand.

And the hexes. They weren’t painless, and the revel in causing pain that shone on the girls’ faces only added to the shock his teachers were feeling.

“Unless, you want me to kill you, you will ssstop!” Wow, he really sounded murderous and his eyes were again shining with power. Damn. Hopefully no one would notice.

They watched the girls notice his presence and stop their attack. Harry flinched at his expression. Well, he had been feeling pretty angry. And he still felt justified in doing that to Giles. Impressed, Flitwick?

“What happened to Giles?” One of them squeaked after he’d ripped their wands away. Fuck. He’d slipped into Parseltongue. He had actually hissed his response to the stupid bint. Harry looked away feeling his mind reeling. The wolf was in attention, though it seemed to understand there was no need to come to Luna’s protection again because this was only a memory. Harry drew in a shuddering breath.

He saw the curses he’d cast on the girls and then watched them scramble to collect their wands and flee in panic. Harry hadn’t even noticed earlier. He had been too busy concentrating on Luna, and making sure she was alright. Now he waited until all of the Professors had got a good look at the gentle expression on his face as he held the girl close. Before ending the memory he regarded his Professors and had to hide his smirk as they were being shot back to the world outside the Pensieve.

The silence was thick in the office as everyone went over the memory in the privacy of their minds. Harry waited for the verdict but at least he was certain he wouldn’t be facing expulsion. He’d rather leave the school on his own terms, thank you very much.

“What did you do with Lovegood?” Snape asked. There was another purpose behind the question and Harry kept his answer as simple as possible.

“I looked after her. I healed her and stayed with her through the night. She left this morning and she was okay, as far as I could tell. I assume Luna went to her lesson.”

“Argus, can you please locate Miss Lovegood and take her to the Hospital Wing? Then find Giles Morberry, Sandra and Mary Pickins and Theena Harris. Bring them here.”

“Sure, Headmaster.” The caretaker, who had not been included in watching the memory, sent one final look of disgust towards Harry before leaving. Mrs Norris followed faithfully behind.

“Harry, what did you curse the girls with?”

So now it was Harry again? Make up your mind, old fool. “I cursed them. If they meet the stipulations the curse will be lifted.”

Dumbledore frowned, and after exchanging a look with Snape admonished him, “We do not condone students punishing their fellow classmates. Please explain in detail what you did.”

“They deserved it.” It was the wolf speaking. He had defended his pack, and ensured the pups wouldn’t repeat their actions towards one of his. Sprout really didn’t need to be that scandalized. He’d only done what was justified.

“Potter.”

Harry looked at the Potions Master and saw and felt the warning. Careful. Yes, he needed to be careful with his instincts. Expulsion was still a possibility. So he told them. He told them the effects and the stipulations and when he was finished horror mixed with bewilderment was all he could feel. No, Dumbledore was feeling disappointed too. And Snape was... gleeful?

“You turned them infertile?” Sprout asked, her voice shaking.

“Quite. As I suspect this was only foreplay for Giles and he would have later slept with one of them. And because I didn’t know which, I cursed all three. In my opinion I was doing her a favour. She won’t need to worry about birth control in the future.”

He’d shocked the Professors into immobility. One could’ve heard a pin drop in the office after his speech. He doubted any of the Professors, with the possible exception of Snape, had ever heard anyone talk that openly about “sexual intercourse”. About time they caught up with the present Muggle world.

“Of course you can ask them when they come in. I’m sure a little mind tinkering will reveal all of their secrets.”

“Mr Potter.” He turned to his Head of House. “You will serve five detentions under Professor Snape. Also twenty house points will be taken but the amount will rise if you do not reverse the curse right away.” McGonagall was angry. She was possible angrier than she’d been during Harry’s future career discussion in his fifth year.

“I’ll take away the infertility curse,” he acquiesced under Snape’s threatening glare. “But the other one stays. All they have to do is sincerely apologise to Luna and it’ll go away. And as the school rules do not condone violence,” he shot a look at that at Dumbledore, “they won’t suffer the pain as they won’t be inducing any. Isn’t it your responsibility to ensure the safety of your students? Or does not simply matter because Luna is an orphan and there won’t be an angry parent making accusations?”

He let his words sink before taking his leave while the teachers were still struck speechless by his accusations.

“I’ll contact you about the detentions, Potter,” Snape called after him.

The young man couldn’t care less. The final jab had been unnecessary but it might help them understand his relationship with Luna. He could relate to the girl’s situation. She was alone in the world, just as he was, and there was no one to fight for them. They needed to deal with problems themselves. No running to their parents and asking them to fix anything. Had anyone even noticed the pain Luna had been feeling?

“Scheisse!” He slammed his fist against the wall. The German cuss word fell from his lips easily, after hearing Regan use it during summer. He concentrated on breathing for a moment. No need to cause the walls to fall on him. He was not an animal who let his instincts to rule over reason. But on that thought... Maybe learning Occlumency would help with his need for control? He couldn’t continue like this. There could be no other instance where he forced someone to submit to him. Even now, away from Luna, he was hard pressed to feel quilt. The human in him claimed it was wrong and violated the basic human right when the vampire and incubus could see no wrong in taking what they needed. It was their food, their sustenance. Should they starve? They needed blood and sex, just like the human needed air and food. What made the human the most important?

Because I was human long before I became a Dark creature! Harry snarled at the debating voices. I’m in control, not you. I follow my morals and I will not force myself on anyone!

You already did, the two answered in chorus.

He had no answer.

oooOOOooo

The whole school was abuzz with the latest rumours of the attack. No student seemed to know what exactly had happened but they all agreed that Harry Potter had got off pretty easily while the four Ravenclaws, who earlier had been seen as victims, were facing suspension. Harry knew from Luna that she’d given her own testimony and as it seemed to match Harry’s there were no problems. And Madam Pomfrey had insisted on a check-up which Luna thought very peculiar. During lunch she wondered aloud if there was a chance of a Wrackspurt manifesting in the MediWitch’s mind when she doubted Harry’s ability to take care of her.

He’d chuckled and put more salad on her plate.

By the end of the Monday the students seemed convinced that Luna and Harry were dating and that he’d protected her from bullies. Some braver ones had actually dared to approach the pair during dinner and asked the questions. It resulted in the following conversation:

“I didn’t know we were dating.” Harry turned to the blonde girl next to him. She was dreamily gazing at her plate of vegetables. “Did you know we are dating?” he asked her playfully.

Luna seemed to be game. “Oh, I heard that too!” she exclaimed and the entire Great Hall hushed down to hear this. “I find it interesting that others know about it before me. Should we be dating? Since everyone is already expecting it?”

Harry seemed to be giving it some thought while the Gryffindors who’d asked waited. He looked Luna up and down. “I don’t know. Do you mind death threats? Being accused and slandered at every opportunity? The pressure of being in the limelight? According to the Prophet my mind is again unstable and I’m going Dark. Funny that, I never knew...”

“Hmm.” Luna swallowed a spoonful of her soup. “I do believe that in the light of these facts we should not be dating. I’d like to live to a ripe age of 97 and half and die during my last attempt at discovering the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.” She nodded decisively. “Dating you would be hazardous to my health. Even if your ability to repel Nargles and Wrackspurts is rather wonderful...” she trailed off dreamily.

Harry smirked and turned to the sixth year Gryffindor who was the leader of the small group. “I can only conclude that no, we are not dating. But yes, anyone hurting my friends will face a world of pain. And anyone believing the lies in the Prophet is a fool. Go away.”

The Gryffindors paled and nearly tripped over their feet in their haste to leave the Ravenclaw table. Harry sighed and turned back to the letter he was writing.

Regan,

what the bloody hell has happened to you? I go through the trouble of finding you your favourite owl and the least you could’ve done is use Barry to send me one tiny letter. Do you want me to go crazy? Cause if you do, you should be happy to know that I’m not that far off from insanity. The Situation has escalated. I can’t trust anyone in the Castle.

I hope you’re taking care of Grimmauld. Are you still dating that Chinese guy? Or was he Korean?

Write me,

Harry

He’d take it to the Owlery later today. Hedwig would love the exercise and he could trust her not to be intercepted. He did not like the idea of letting anyone he couldn’t trust find out about Regan. Had he told Snape? Speaking of that...

The young man looked up to the High Table where most of the Staff was currently seated. No one was currently looking at him but he’d noticed the subtle glance thrown in his direction when they thought he wasn’t looking. All four Ravenclaws were facing one week suspensions that would leave a permanent mark on their record. It would be difficult for any of them to find work with the Ministry. It was something.

The young man bid good night to Luna and left the Great Hall, leaving the stares and whispers behind him. The day had been really long and if it hadn’t been for the calm from Mabon he doubted he could’ve stood joking in front of the student body. Though he couldn’t stop himself from insulting them.

Hogwarts herself was helping. After Mabon – and sleeping with Luna – he’d managed to immerse himself in the unchanging and slowly flowing emotions of the castle and ignore the petty feelings of his peers. He was looking forward to speaking with her and couldn’t imagine how she’d react to someone who was aware of her instead of simply blindly trotting through her corridors.

The wizard was being lulled into peaceful state of mind that was abruptly broken by the approach of someone very, very nervous. Harry stopped and turned to look behind him. It did not take long for that someone to catch up to him. He smiled when he saw Max and was answered with a nervous grin.

“I just... We were thinking that- No, I mean...“ The kid trailed off and Harry raised a brow when he blushed. “Are you alright?” Max blurted out. Harry blinked.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled at the young boy. “I’ve been through a lot worse, and as long as Luna’s alright, I’m fine.”

“Everyone’s been saying... Well, it hasn’t been nice. When that boy appeared last night...”

Harry grimaced. The younger ones... Damn, why couldn’t he learn to think!

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he sincerely apologised. “I was just so mad that he’d hurt Luna that I reacted without thinking. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

“Oh, I didn’t! The older students covered our eyes and he appeared on the other side of the Hall,” Max hurried to explain. “It’s just that we... we were worried.”

“Thank you. But I’m fine. You can tell to the others. It’s been a long day so I’ll be going. See you later, Max.”

“Bye, Harry.”

Tuesday was hardly better. He went through Charms and Potions and borne the brunt of the stares and whispers. The wolf remained on constant alert and he had to stop himself from snapping at everyone. It was made easier by no one actually approaching him. He was left alone and he liked it that way. If only their emotions could have left him alone too, everything would have been perfect. That’s why it was such a relief to make his way to the dungeons for his first of five detentions with Snape.

“Can we duel?” was the first thing he asked after entering the office of his DADA teacher. One of Snape’s eye brows curved in questions and the Gryffindor explained, “I need to let the energy out. I’m on constant alert because the wolf sees almost everyone as a threat. It’s like I’m stretched thin.”

“That is hardly my problem,” Snape answered in an amused tone while taking his seat behind the desk and motioning Harry to sit down as well. “You made the decision to remain at this school. Then you acted on a situation without respecting the school’s rules. You can only blame yourself.”

“I suppose so.” He slouched in the chair he’d occupied last week during the memorable attack on Malfoy. “Can we then work on my shields?”

That gave the older wizard a pause. But it only lasted a second and the glare Harry was subjected to afterwards was... frightening.

“Are you implying you wish to resume our Occlumency sessions?”

Nope, Snape really wasn’t excited about the idea. Harry suddenly remembered why they’d stopped them in the first place and ducked his head in shame.

“Last time... Last time I went too far. I apologise for that. I had no right to do that even if at the moment I couldn’t understand it.” Who knew his shoes could be this interesting? The young wizard took the silence as a permission to continue. “At the time I was angry at having to reveal my worst moments to you. I wanted to have something to strike back at you with. I was young and foolish. But I don’t regret it. Seeing that memory showed me that anyone was capable of lying. That I really did not know everything. And when I was presented with the chance to fight on my own terms, to make my own decisions regarding the war, I took it mostly because I no longer wanted to make my parents proud. It was because I wanted to be proud of myself. They did not approve of my deal with the Dark spirits. I’ve only spoken them twice since last Hallowe’en and I vividly remember my father yelling at me about abandoning the Light. He’s calmed since but the next time we talk is when I die so...”

“You’ve...”

Harry dared at peek at his teacher and saw the man pale at his next words, “Yeah, Mum wants you to know that she doesn’t blame you, that her stubbornness came in the way of forgiving you. She thanks you for protecting me all these years and wishes you’d find someone to share your life with because...” Harry coughed. “Because you deserve to find happiness too.”

Silence descended the room and Harry was the one to break it. “I am truly sorry for violating your privacy but I needed to grow up and that... It played a big part in making me realize my own frailties. It allowed me to obtain the power I needed to weaken Voldemort. And now I’m being slowly driven crazy by the emotions I can’t block. I don’t even know if Occlumency helps. I found a way to lessen the impact but it’s not enough. My concentration is easily broken.”

He heard the Potions Master sigh and watched him pinch his nose in aggravation. “How far along are you?”

The young man grinned in excitement. “I can throw people out of my head but my shields are pitiful. I feel them surround my mind but it takes too much effort to keep them up all the time. And even then they don’t block everything. Like on Monday I couldn’t block any of the emotions in the office because everyone was feeling about the same. Like a wave had washed over me and buried me. I can barely stand to stay in the Great Hall long enough to eat with the suspicion I’m feeling. The hatred... and the fear make me want to hurl.”

“First tell me what you did to my mind. Why can’t you use that to protect yourself?”

Harry actually paused at that. He wasn’t really sure what he’d done... It had mostly been his instincts guiding him. The vampire. Snape would not be happy about the fact he’d been messing with the man’s mind without knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Umh...”

“Anything that begins like that cannot be good. Out with it.”

“I followed my instincts,” the young wizard blurted out. “The vampire knows how to manipulate people. Through the blood. I had your blood in me and I used the magic in it to bind your memories. Anything connecting to my status as a creature you can’t share. As long as your mind sees the connection, the memories fall under the protection. But... I assume the binds would recognize my order. I can order them not to function, or allow speaking about them in the presence of certain persons.”

Snape leaned back in his chair and Harry saw his jaw twitch. “Give me an example, Potter.”

“Umh... You know that I do not live in the Gryffindor dorms and as itself that information does not matter. But you know it is because of my creature inheritance and your mind makes the connection, forcing you to remain quiet about that little detail. Or you know that I saved Draco but you also know I did it as a wolf. Your mind makes the connection.” Harry shrugged. “That’s how vampires keep their prey alive. They may try to flee but they can’t tell anyone why. The chase makes the hunt all the more... enjoyable.”

He was subjected to a piercing glare. It wasn’t until he went through his last words that he realized why Snape was feeling fear. He was afraid Harry would attack him again.

“I’m not thirsty,” he hastened to reassure the man. “The instincts shine through. Last time I lasted six weeks without drinking and that was with two mouthfuls. I got a lot more from... you.” He was relieved to know he wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t feeling shame about his attack on Snape anymore either. It was natural. He should not fight it.

Harry shook the thoughts out of his head.

“Potter.” He looked up at the older wizard. “As far as understand it... You have a werewolf, an empath, a vampire and a human all fighting for dominance inside your body and mind. At the moment the human is winning... But who’s to say it’s going to stay like that? What if you wake up one morning and the vampire is making the decisions? It’ll be thirsty. It’ll start hunting.

“This is a school. No matter what you think, you can’t know what will happen in the future. You might end up turning into a monster and attacking the other students. While I understand that wizarding world would be better off without some of them, I still have a responsibility as a teacher to keep them from dying.”

They were valid arguments. Harry’d actually considered them before returning to Hogwarts this year. He had been afraid of himself but he’d needed knowledge, knowledge of what was happening to him. That had been his reason in the beginning. Now he knew that leaving would destroy him. Even with the emotions affecting him, even with people fearing and hating him, there were some that believed in him and trusted him. The kids, Luna... He needed them for his sanity. He’d already tackled six of the ten on the list. All of them considered Dark and only his human inheritance balancing their pull.

He prayed his will would be enough.

“Parselmouths are considered Dark,” Harry answered in a broken whisper. “Werewolves, vampires, empaths... All Dark. But I choose to remain me. I might be broken in the end but at least I put up a fight.”

“You’ll die like all Gryffindor fools.”

Harry sighed. “I’m already a monster and I can’t imagine a life of peace. To meet someone? To love someone? Not my destiny. At this point I just want to kill Him and then live in the moment.” He shook his head, the motivation to learn all but gone. “How long is this detention going to be? Can I just go now and make up for it in the next one?”

He met the black eyes of the man before him and watched them soften slightly. “Go sleep, Potter. We’ll start on Occlumency during weekend. Keep clearing your mind.”

The young man sighed and didn’t move right away. It was with slow deliberate movements that he got out of the chair and moved to the door.

“Night, Professor,” he called out just as he stepped into the empty corridor. His enhanced hearing only barely caught the answer.

“Good night, Potter.”

He nearly froze in astonishment but then shut the door. There was only a second that he had time to wonder about his developing relationship with the snarky bat of the dungeons when the castle suddenly became alive around him.

The empath sucked in a harsh breath and brazed himself against the stone wall. Impatience, excitement and adoration washed over him and left him trembling in his boots. If he’d ever wondered what meeting a greater being would be like, he no longer had to wonder.

Hogwarts was acknowledging him, and in comparison to the ancient castle he might have been nothing more than an ant about to be squashed beneath a god’s foot. The sense of awareness was overpowering and all of that attention was focused solely on him. It was even worse than the stares he’d endured in Owlery after his transformation. At least then he’d been in control. Now he felt the foreign yet familiar presence enter his mind and shine a light on the darkest crooks of his mind and he could do nothing to stop it.

He wasn’t even sure he wanted to.

In spite of the overpowering feeling, in spite of the powerlessness that he was feeling, he could also feel the adoration and love that Hogwarts felt for him. That she felt for all of her students but now it was all focused on him as he was one that could listen.

And listen he did.

Images entered his mind and it took him a moment to understand that after taking over him Hogwarts was now showing him herself. Images of people he assumed to be the Founders and countless Headmasters flickered through his mind and then the students. The little strands that connected the entire castle to her conscious part. The gargoyle. The hat. The sword. The Chamber. They watched together as the students of the present and the past walked through the halls never knowing the castle was alive, never realizing they were always protected. Headmasters who chose not to believe in her and those with the ability to see but that never even tried to.

Her frustration.

Her happiness at the knowledge that he’d stayed when he could have chosen to leave. Her love at the knowledge he wanted to protect her too.

The presence of the castle left his mind abruptly and Harry felt as if he’d been zapped back into his body. His body twitched at the feel of soft fabric and he turned his head, his vision blurry from earlier excursion.

He was in his room, safe for the moment and as the castle watched over him the wizard let his head fall to the side and the soothing presence lull him to sleep.

oooOOOooo

“I must be out of my mind.”

“Shh! If you can’t be quiet go back to your room.”

“And leave four irresponsible Gryffs outside after curfew for Filch to catch? Bloody unlikely.” Harry scoffed and scanned the yard for one more time. “Why can’t you be like other firsties? Afraid of me, no need for me to care what you get up to...”

“Shh!” This was an even more insistent hush. The young man ducked his head and grinned. Max, Kevin, Keisha and Robin had decided to see if the Whomping Willow really slept during the night and Friday had seemed a good day for them to do this. Harry had been heading back from his Occlumency lesson with Snape, that had gone pretty well, when he’d come across the children and stuck along just to make sure they didn’t get hurt. He had firsthand knowledge of how brutal the Whomping Willow could actually be.

So now they’d made it to the tree and sure enough it was almost snoring in the pale light of the crescent of a moon.

“Here, happy now?”

He smirked at the identical awed looks on the kids’ faces. They watched tree with rapt attention and Harry couldn’t help grinning at the sight. There were so many bad memories attached to this place for him that it was good the kids could help him create some good ones. He was amazed that they’d decided to stick with him through this but it was possible it was just the Gryffindor group mentality affecting them.

And it was a change to be out of the castle for the first time since Mabon. Hogwarts was now always present in his mind and shielding him from the students, effectively acting as his Occlumency shields within the castle. He wouldn’t have needed Snape’s help now but he had gone and asked for it anyway. They had been much more civil in their conversation and concentrated on the theory of the art. It was impossible to learn without someone actively attacking the mind but there was theory that supported the practical part. Tomorrow they’d start on the attacking. Part of the young wizard dreaded returning to the mind torture he’d experienced previously but he thought it had to be done and it could benefit him in more ways than just helping him with his empathic abilities.

“Can we go back now? Before a deranged werewolf comes and eats us all?”

“Werewolves only come out during full moon. I thought you knew that.” That would be Keisha.

“I’m trying to scare you into returning to the castle,” the oldest answered honestly. He caught a glimmer of something from the corner of his eye and immediately flashed into action. He positioned himself between the spot of the glimmer and the kids with his wand out and ready.

“Wotcher, Harry!”

He nearly collapsed with relief. Someone friendly when he’d been ready to fight his way out of here. He had nothing to worry about personally but with the kids he was at a disadvantage. And there was the fact that he could not let anyone find him out.

“Hi, Tonks. Keisha, Max, Kevin, Robin… This is Auror Tonks who’s a good friend. I thought you were staying home with Remus?”

“There was a werewolf attack and the Ministry needed all of their Aurors on call. I still have very few shifts, fewer than most.” Her hair flashed red and black to match his and she smiled at the kids. Her frame remained tense and Harry suspected she as well as Remus were both still angry about his attitude from last year. But Remus was a werewolf that had renounced the Dark and he had the same attitude towards Harry as his father had had.

Only Light.

“I better take them back to the dorms. They wanted to see the Whomping Willow sleep because they couldn’t accept the concept of a tree sleeping.”

“We just didn’t believe it!”

“Oh-kay…” She scratched her head. “But you better get to the Castle. Isn’t it after curfew?” She looked at Harry warningly but he just shrugged.

“They’re safe with me. No werewolf or any creature would dare to attack me.”

“Right…” She didn’t sound convinced and quickly began herding the kids towards the safety of four walls. Harry followed behind keeping a close eye on the surroundings just in case there was something malevolent there just waiting for an opportunity to strike. He didn’t sense anything and his vampiric sight and smell didn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary. This was how it was supposed to have been in Hogwarts and it had just been a fluke with Malfoy.

He really wanted to believe that.

“Harry, not that I want to reprimand you or anything but what were you thinking, taking four first years out of the castle? They could have been hurt.”

He turned to face the Metamorphagus and raised a brow. “They’re Gryffindors. They would have gone out anyway and I came along to keep them safe. I could have escorted them to the Tower but the second my eye left them they would have been out and about. This way at least someone had an eye out for the potential danger.”

“Yeah… I guess so. But you shouldn’t be reckless. I know you’re a bit of an exception with what you did last… spring but that doesn’t make you invincible. You’re still a student. You haven’t even taken your NEWTs yet.” She stumbled but straightened quickly.

“I know.”

The group reached the doors in silence and the kids bid farewell to the Auror. Immediately inside Harry was buried under a stream of questions about Tonks’ changing appearance. He did his best to answer them all on their way to the Gryffindor Common room while at the same time being on the lookout for prefects and patrolling teachers. Not to mention Filch and his cat. He’d had enough of those two for this week.

“Harry…”

He waved off the kids’ pleas to get him to come inside and continued onwards in the apparent silence of the castle. But to his ears Hogwarts was humming all around him, all the time aware of his presence, just as he was of her. It was as if he’d suddenly gained a mother who was determined to guard him over every step he took within her walls.

It was becoming slightly more than Harry could handle but how did one tell a thousand year old castle that she was becoming overbearing? While he did revel in the attention there were many things he restrained himself from doing. Wanking, for one. Because he now had no privacy. And it had him going insane what with the awakened incubus craving attention. And vampire following close behind.

“Barry!”

The brown feathered owl hooted in welcome and glided to settle on his outstretched arm. He quickly snatched the letter away and ripped it open, his eyes already flying over the lines.

Hey Harry,

Tim’s neither, and honestly you could have tried to remember. I’m sorry to hear about the situation but there really isn’t anything different here. Tim and I are going out and I work and he works and we’re thinking about moving in together. He’s practically living in Grimmauld with me and wants to meet you. Think you could spare us a weekend? He’s really interested about the upper floors and I’m afraid he might try to go there soon. It’s only been a week that we’ve been thinking about the move and he wants to live in Grimmauld together. But it’s your house.

So come see us because it sounds like you not only need to get away but we would love to have you over. In your own house.

Love,

Regan

Harry scratched Barry’s head and the owl hooted in contentment. Another Muggle to be let in on the secret? Someone that he knew nothing about? In the best case scenario he could stop him from talking with the same bind he’d used on Snape but how to get the man’s blood? Could he stage an attack? Just a drop or two was enough to stop “Tim” from squealing the secret to anyone.

Harry weighed his options. He had a lesson with Snape tomorrow – or today depending on what the time was – but after that he was free. And it had been a long while since he’d just went out to town on a Saturday evening. There would be lots of desperate men and women to pick from and the young man’s cock twitched at the thought of going. He was not a sex crazed maniac but it had been nearly a week since Luna and from what he’d read incubi hardly went three days without feeding.

Then again vampires needed blood nearly daily and he’d gone weeks without.

So ultimately it was up to his power of will, and the risk he was willing to chance at passing an opportunity such as this. Luna wouldn’t sleep with him anymore and the vampire had only given him a few hours warning of starvation before he’d ended up attacking Snape in bloodlust. There was no leaving from the castle abruptly without at least someone noticing, especially now that he’d gone and did that to Giles. Everyone was keeping an eye on him and all of the students knew he was no longer sleeping in the Gryffindor dorms, even if the teachers remained blissfully ignorant of that fact.

And he really doubted it would sit well with Hogwarts if he went and attacked some of her other students.

So to London tomorrow. To meet his former one night stand’s boyfriend and to get himself laid. Images of blood flashed into his mind – the vampire reminding him of its existence and the thirst they were both feeling. So much had happened in these few weeks in Hogwarts but it had been closer to two weeks that he’d gone without drinking. Though he suspected the quantity and quality he’d got from both Malfoy and Snape would last him a lot longer. Would drinking from a muggle now weaken him?

The young man shrugged and sent Barry away with an answer that he’d come by tomorrow. Hopefully the letter would reach Regan before he arrived but you never knew with owl post. Even with their magical attributes the owls were subject to the changes in the weather. There was nothing that could be done about that but the wizarding did not want to even consider using mirrors to communicate right away. One tweak in the two-way mirror spell and the spell could be divided and new ones added to it. But wizards had always used owls. Trying to make them see the benefits of change was like trying to teach calculus to a troll.

Instead of raging about the idiocy of the wizarding race the young man flopped onto his bed. He rolled around trying to find a good position and finally settled on his back with a huff. He was not that tired but he knew from experience that not sleeping now could cost him later. Even with the vampire’s sleepless tendencies.

Finally Harry fell asleep, counting bloody steaks in his head. Served by blond and hot waitresses.

oooOOOooo

“Well, it seems at least something is staying in your head,” Snape grudgingly admitted after being forcefully thrown out of Harry’s head for the second time. He’d never gotten past the neutral memories but all the same the younger wizard had no idea what exactly it was that he was doing alright. It was simply instinctual for the vampire to keep its memories hidden but it didn’t mean Harry could stop Severus from entering his head. He could only throw him out afterwards.

“Have you thought about binding the creatures within so that you would get some reprieve of their influence?”

Harry chuckled weakly at that and picked himself from the floor. “Not bloody likely. They are here to stay. I can only hope they don’t take over me completely at some point. Learning to stop the empathy from riling them up is just more… to stop it from happening.”

“Indeed.” The Potions Master raised a brow. “Again, Potter.”

Harry readied himself for the intrusion, trying to lift his shields around. As long as he kept the incubus a secret…

“Legilimens!”

He was eleven and Hermione was sitting next to him, writing a Potions essay…

Back at Muggle Primary, hiding from Dudley’s gang…

Running from the Forest. No one could see him, no one could find out what he was doing. Blood coloured his hands crimson…

“What was that?”

His eyes fluttered open and the young man groaned at the feeling of the cold stone floor against his back. He was finally developing that dreadful headache that always seemed to accompany him during these lessons a couple years back. He shut his eyes while searching for an appropriate answer.

“Just… Did you think I sacrificed nothing to get the spirits cooperating?”

Silence befell the room and Harry calmed his breathing before heaving his heavy body off the floor. One glance at Snape told him the man had an unreadable expression on his face. “Once more.”

“Later. I managed to get quite deep. It means you, Potter, are exhausting yourself.”

“Once more,” Harry ground out resolutely, trying to gather his wits about him. He heard a sigh, followed immediately by the hated spell.

Luna feeding Thestrals. Her hands were the same colour…

Luna moaning beneath him as he pounded into her, harder and harder as the incubus fed… His wings stretched around them, cocooning them…

The presence abruptly disappeared without any prompting and Harry blinked his eyes open, swaying at his feet. Now, why didn’t I listen to him in the first place? he asked himself before turning to meet the freezing anger of his professor.

“Explain.”

He covered a flinch at the tone. Yup, Snape was mad alright. Harry was surprised the candles weren’t flickering in the face of his fury.

“I told you I’d tell no one the complete list from the Blood Detection potion.” So what if he sounded slightly defensive. The raven-haired youth took a fortifying breath. “Luna doesn’t know about me. She thinks it was a dream. She’s safe as I’d never harm her.”

“Apparently raping her is not the same as harming her in your little world, is it Potter?”

He flinched badly at that. It struck a point, and he really did not want to wonder about that question. Whether what he did to her actually qualified as rape or not was something he was not going to ponder any more. What was done was done. And he’d never sleep with her again.

“I’m not saying it’s alright,” Harry said quietly. “But she- I…” Oh Merlin, he felt a blush creeping over his cheeks. “I’m not-” He gave up at that. Talking about his sex life with Snape, especially after what he’d done to the man, was not something he wanted to experience. He scrunched his eyes closed.

“I’m waiting. Depending on this I’m not doing my utmost to get you expelled!”

Harry grimaced and forced out through tight lips, “She wanted it after what happened on Mabon. I tried to refuse. How was I to know it would trigger more of my inheritances?”

“No, obviously you are just a sex crazed teenager.” That was said in such a scathing tone that Harry’s eyes flew open involuntarily and he glared at his teacher. It had no outward effect on the man.

“She needed it. She’s suffering. Her Dad died and no one seems to care that she’s just been orphaned. No one pays her any attention. How could I walk away when she was pleading and I was feeling everything she felt? It’s sex! It did not mean anything! And I won’t regret it because she’s doing better now!” He snapped his mouth shut to stop the more degrading comments from escaping him.

Snape was again just watching him silently. Searching his eyes and face for insincerity, Harry supposed. Good luck for that, he was being as sincere as he could be.

“And Lovegood…” There was hesitation and Snape’s voice wavered as the man continued, “…volunteered? She… was… aware?”

Now Harry was blushing full time. He rubbed his forehead to hide the mortifying expression he knew was creeping on his face. “Yeah, she knew. And I know to be more careful in the future. I’m heading out tonight, both to deal with the needs of the Incubus and vampire so there won’t be any danger to students.”

Snape grimaced and sneered at that. “Acceptable. Now, may I suggest we never mention this incident again? Except for you handing over the full list of your inheritances, of course.”

It was said with such confidence that Harry just stared for a moment, not comprehending the simply sentence. Then he sputtered, “I’m not handing it to you!”

“Potter, it’s obvious you are not in control of the situation and it would be much better that I knew what to expect in the future. This… situation triggered the incubus and allowed it to surface.” He couldn’t believe Snape said that with a straight face. “it is possible that your other inheritances surface when you are thrown into situations they have a familiarity with. So, the complete list. Aside from empath, vampire, werewolf and incubus, what are you?”

Genuine curiosity. Harry had to admit the man had argued his case pretty well, and it wasn’t like the man could tell anyone…

The young man sighed, knowing this was one battle he was not going to win. Snape could easily refuse to teach him anymore if he did not tell and the man was very persuasive. He glared at the bottles of potions on the shelf, wishing he could just smash them. This could have been avoided but no, he had to be stubborn…

“You know about me being a parselmouth.” Slowly the words started coming. “That’s another that’s surfaced. Then there are… dryad, siren, amor and… therianthrope.” As he listed them he suddenly remembered the flashes of colours he kept seeing around people and the itchiness he developed when wearing anything synthetic. Should he tell Snape anything about those? And the singing?

Snape’s brows climbed to the man’s hairline. He looked stunned and his mouth hung slightly open with surprise. Harry had to clear his throat to get the man’s attention. “Of course, I’m not a raving mad beast as therianthropes are described to be. I keep my mind intact, just as I keep it intact during werewolf transformations.” He gave the man a bland look. “Does this satisfy you? Because I have a date with an old friend and I don’t want to be late.”

“Those are all?” Such a strange tone… Well, he was already damned to hell…

“I also have some veela, banshee, jinni… Hmm… Goblin, giant, dwarf. nymph, satyr… Oh yeah! telepath and merman blood in me. But those are recessive so they didn’t take a hold. Potters apparently bred with a lot of creatures.” The young man rubbed his neck thoughtfully. “Or then muggleborns are actually descendants of squibs and I got some from my mother. Anyway, only my children have to worry about the recessive list and I’ll be sure to brew the potion when they’re young. If I’ll ever even have children.”

Snape seemed to shudder at the thought. Hell, now that Harry thought about it, vampires couldn’t have children, could they? He pushed that thought out of his head. This was so not the place to be wondering about something like this.

He managed to escape the man’s questions pretty easily and he was only ten minutes late for his decided time to appear at Grimmauld Place. The earlier conversation had left him annoyingly unsteady and the excitement his inner demons were feeling at tonight’s supposed actions did not help the situation. Not to mention he was about to meet his ex-fuck buddy’s current boyfriend with whom said girl was living with. In his house.

In his magical house.

After Apparating to the front step of Grimmauld Place, Number twelve, the wizard felt his nerves coil tightly in the pit of his stomach. Should he knock or just get inside? The Fidelius had been ripped down and he’d modified the wards to allow entrance for muggles. But even here he knew the door would open on its own to welcome the Master of the House home. He bit his lip and strode forward.

“Regan?”

His sharp hearing picked up on some whispered words from the kitchen and soon a girl appeared at the end of the corridor.

“Harry!”

She was hurrying towards him and he took in the sight of Regan slowly. She looked good in tight jeans and the cardigan she was wearing. Her brown hair flickered behind her and brown eyes lit up with delight as she crashed into him and hugged him tightly.

“It’s great to see you!”

“Hullo, Regan.”

He’d removed his glassed earlier and now his green eyes were drawn to the noise of someone else entering the corridor. A man stood a few meters away, jealousy rolling off him in waves. He was… normal. Maybe on the cute side, but definitely not someone Harry would have noticed in a bar. He smirked at him over Regan’s head and hugged her briefly back before letting go and stepping back. No need to antagonize the man – Tim? – any further. Even if he felt protective feelings welling inside him.

“You look great,” he stated, looking down at Regan. Though, admittedly, it was only a couple inches. “That’s Tim?”

Something flashed in her brown eyes and she was quick to return to her boyfriend’s side. “Sorry, I got all carried away. Love, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Tim Gardner, my boyfriend.”

Huh. She really loved him. Harry could feel it as he shook the man’s hand and exchanged pleasantries. And Tim seemed to love her as well. Some happy couple they formed.

Later, with the clock nearing seven and them sitting in the kitchen for a drink, Harry guided the topic of conversation towards their living arrangements. “So, I see you’re taking good care of my house.”

“Of course I am,” Regan immediately replied from Tim’s one armed embrace. “It’s my home too, and I can’t say how much it helps not to pay any rent or bills.” She smiled at Harry but the brunette could feel her strain. She knew everything in the house ran by magic. Even the water was produced by magical means. But it must have made Tim wonder.

The wizard still had not made a decision concerning Tim. He knew every muggle to find out about magic should be registered at the Ministry but he’d conveniently forgotten to do that with Regan. Because he trusted her. But Tim? He knew he loved Regan but was that enough?

Tim spoke, “Yeah, well. She’s real careful about your space. None’s allowed upstairs.”

“There are reasons…” Harry sighed. He could always get the blood, one way or another. And though he detested the idea of obliviating Regan, he would do it should she object. “You see, I’m not your ordinary being. I’m something much more.

Regan stiffened, then shot him a look that conveyed all of her gratefulness at the decision. Thank you, her eyes said.

“What’s that?”

Harry turned his eyes on the man he was about to introduce the existence of magic to. In for a Knut, in for a Galleon. “I’m a wizard. And yes, Magic is real.”

At least his reaction was predictable. Tim laughed at his face. “Oh, this is just too much! You in on this, Reg?”

Harry tapped the table with his wand and it turned green. Not Slytherin green, or forest green. Neon green.

The laughter was cut off as though from a switch.

“I am a wizard, Tim, and Regan is my friend.” Tim’s eyes were on his wand as Harry continued to twirl it in his hand. “There exists a whole another world hidden from non-magical people such as yourself. This is a magical home.” He looked at Regan who was worriedly staring at her boyfriend. “I’m only telling you because Regan does not want to lie to you.” He tapped the table again and it returned to its original colour.

“But I don’t trust you, not the way I trust her. I, however, admit that she’s in love with you and you love her, which I cannot change. I trust her to keep this a secret. But from you I need a bit more.”

“I…” Tim’s jaw floundered as the man searched for right words. “I…” He looked down at his girlfriend. “This… This is a joke right? Ha-ha. Very funny. There’s some sort of switch right.” He reached over and pressed down on the point where Harry had tapped his wand at. “Right?”

Harry chuckled. “Honestly, the more and more technology advances, the more safe we are. Soon the things we can do are no longer unacceptable to your common sense because you achieve with technology what we achieve through magic. Though some things…” He pointed his wand at the glassed they’d drunk from and silently Transfigured Tim’s glass into a frog.

Who knew a man could scream so girly?

“Tim! Tim, it’s alright! Harry’s not going to hurt you! Magic’s just… It’s convenient for him.”

Tim had backed against a wall and Regan was standing before him, trying to get her boyfriend to calm down. It was quite a surprise to hear her say that when not so long ago he’d attacked her and drank her blood. But he supposed the girl truly had forgiven her for that accident. Speaking of blood…

“Regan, I need him to give me a couple drops of his blood,” he put in when the pair paused in their panic attack. Brown eyes shot a look at him, the question evident. “I need to bind the knowledge, so he won’t talk to anybody about this. I trust you to keep your mouth shut but not him.”

Tim seemed grossed out with the idea and eventually Harry ended up binding the knowledge of magic and himself in both of them. Regan had had to go first because Tim obviously did not trust him. The man’s turbulent emotions were beating at Harry from all directions, his Occlumency practically useless after the earlier session with Snape. But the man calmed down and finally acquiesced to a tour in the upper floors where Harry had dumped all of the magical portraits and artefacts.

Meeting Kreacher was not pretty.

It was closer to midnight that Harry finally left the two to their privacy. He did not remember it being this exhausting with Regan but then again the girl was much more laid back than her current boyfriend. Harry could only hope this secret would bring them closer together instead of separating them.

Deciding to throw the thoughts of the happy couple out of his mind, the young man pulled his jacket tighter around him after a few passer-bys sent him strange looks. It was still September but it was cooling fast now that Mabon had passed. The winter was on its way.

His vampiric speed took him to Casper’s place faster than any Muggle transport could have achieved and he knocked on the door. He rocked on his heels, hoping the place was still the same as ever. He had not much patience left.

“Who is it?”

A hatch on the door was opened and a pair of pale dark grey eyes regarded him.

“It’s me, Harry.” He grinned at the recognition. “I was in town and thought to stop by.”

“Harry!” The door was thrown open and he was pulled in. The man handling him was none other than Casper, the owner of this club with a rather questionable reputation. Only few and selected could enter and Harry’s ticket inside had been a lucky coincidence. In the early July he’d happened to hook up with a girl who was on the guest list and when she’d insisted on a moresome they’d come here.

He’d only met Regan a couple of days later.

Short story even shorter, he had eventually even shared Casper’s bed but he was not going to mutilate his friend tonight.

“Now, where did you disappear? You were around for a month and then you just vanished. I hope it did not have anything to do with our tryst.” Casper led him through the shadowy open area. A girl was dancing on the stage, her breasts bare and pulse thumbing with the rhythm. The music was fortunately not too loud for Harry’s sensitive ears but his eyes could easily see what was going on around the room. Suddenly his leather pants felt too tight.

“Sorry,” he said as soon as he got a drink in his hand. “I had some trouble after my birthday and then I went back to school after August.”

“School? You have the weekend off? I think you said your school was in Scotland… Got bored already?”

“Something like that. Regan wanted me to meet her boyfriend.” He smiled up at Casper but there was nothing seductive about the smile. Casper seemed to notice that and his entire demeanor changed now that he was no longer flirting.

“So did you just come to say hello or is there something else I can help you with?”

He knew Casper liked to keep an eye on all of his boys and girls and smirked, going straight to the point. “You know me just too well. But no. I think I can pick one of your customers. I don’t think I like the idea of you playing a match maker.” His eyes had already spied a pretty blond at the other end of the bar. She was wearing a short miniskirt. “You don’t mind me playing one of your boys for the night?”

“Go ahead.” Casper waved his hand and smirked over his own drink. “I know the women won’t have anything to complain about. But remember to take it to the rooms if she turns out to be loud.”

“Sure.”

He left the owner and soon had the blonde cornered. She could do nothing against his charms and he led her to the backrooms straight away, anxious to deal with his hunger. He could feel the incubus and vampire both very close to surfacing but tried to keep from transforming. Quite hard actually with the woman practically dry humping him on the short journey.

Two hours later he was sated and filled, both with blood and sexual energy. The woman was lying next to him on the bed and he let his tail trail over her body. He’d ended up transforming after all but it had felt more controlled now. He had felt it before it had happened and had managed not to sprout wings. Only his tail and tongue had been affected. It might have been a lesser transformation as wings and horns were not actually needed in the hunt and would only get in the way.

As he was dressing up Harry had to wonder whether or not the woman remembered anything from last night. After a quick dip into her memories he was ready to face Hogwarts again. Casper was nowhere to be seen so he told the bartender to tell the owner he’d stop by as soon as he could. Then he Apparated to the Castle, knowing the overbearing presence would undoubtedly be questioning him about his short absence.
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