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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 sat almost sullenly in the back compartment of the train. It was the winter holidays and he had the honor of spending it at Malfoy Manor. The invitation sounded more like an order, but really; who was he to turn down a holiday at Malfoy Manor, invited from Lord Malfoy himself?
It was the first time Harry had ever left the school for the break and an odd feeling settled in his stomach. Even odder, was that Hermione and Ron weren�t with him. They knew the story, at least the most important bit; but the two of them were off performing prefect duties. Harry thought back on the conversation he had with Ron and Hermione.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry woke up, surprisingly enough, in his own bed as opposed to the hospital wing. It was a small blessing. Harry closed his eyes and thought back to what happened with Lucius Malfoy. He didn�t know what happened and he didn�t particularly want to know. Whatever it was, it couldn�t have been good considering how physically exhausted he was. Oddly enough, Harry felt magically revitalized.
Harry focused on his breathing. It was a technique he�d learned from a muggle book on yoga he�d seen at the grocer�s when he had been given the rare opportunity to go with his aunt. It was a subject that so intrigued him that Harry owled Hermione and asked her to get him as many books as she could on the subject.
Harry found that the meditation and breathing techniques helped greatly in his bid for control over his anger, his magic, and in his occlumency; something he�d taken to studying on his own.
Harry tried to sit up, but found he couldn�t move. The second he tried, a loud alarm sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps. The door slammed open and what looked to be all of his year mates, and half of the rest of Gryffindor house, tried to squeeze through the door at once. Everyone, then, started talking at once, causing Harry�s head to throb.
�Harry, you�re finally awake��
��We tried everything��
��Madame Pomfrey couldn�t��
��Not even Dumbledore��
��Three days��
��So worried, didn�t know��
Harry wished he could go back to being unconscious. He tried to say something, but he couldn�t drum up the energy to open his mouth and speak. Fortunately, Hermione noticed his condition and sensed his need for quiet. She took out her wand; severely swished it through the air, and blessed silence was the outcome. The others were still animatedly talking, not seeming to notice the loss of their voices. Harry, for his part, gave Hermione a grateful look.
�You look much better than when they first brought you up. You were in some sort of coma. Madame Pomfrey tried everything, Professor Snape was called in, even Professor Dumbledore couldn�t wake you up.�
The others finally noticed their inability to be heard and stood still, alternately sending worried glances toward Harry and angry glares toward Hermione, who blithely ignored them and continued talking to Harry.
�No one would say what happened or how you got in the state you were. But after Madame Pomfrey diagnosed that you were, in fact, in a magical induced coma, I looked up their causes. There are different scenarios for both. Would you like to know?�
Harry didn�t truly want to know, and especially not then. But he could tell that Hermione was buzzing with the desire, the absolute need to tell. So he slowly tried to nod, hoping Hermione would correctly interpret it. And of course, being Hermione, she did.
�One is because you�re sick and precariously close to death; your magic is the only thing keeping you alive.
�Another is that your body and magic are adjusting to a change--something is added or subtracted from you original magical signature. Maybe there is a dormant gene that has been awakened and your body, not to mention magic, need to acclimate themselves to this change.

�And yet another is some sort of bond occurred. There are different possibilities for that one. The bond could have been forced prematurely, or it could have been forced over another bond. Your body might have rejected it, or tried to reject it, thus you�re being in a coma.�
Harry furrowed his brow; taking a small moment to rejoice in his ability to move even that much. Is that what Lucius did? Try and force the bond? Maybe invoke it too soon?
�Of course, since this is you, Harry; almost anything is possible, and you being in this coma could have absolutely nothing to do with anything to than you�re, well�Harry Potter.�
Harry would have glared if he didn�t know Hermione had a point. And if his eyelids would cooperate. They felt heavy and decided to droop.
�I think we should leave. Harry can barely keep his eyes open. He�s obviously still completely exhausted.� Hermione�s words were the last thing Harry heard before sleep overtook him completely.
The next time Harry woke up, Hermione and Ron were sitting side by side on Ron�s bed, reading some book. Rather, Hermione was reading a book; Ron was trying to be inconspicuous about looking down her shirt. Harry tried moving and was ecstatic when he could. He was slow and sluggish, but mobile�sort of.
�How long have I been out all together?�
Ron looked up, surprised happiness written all over his face. Hermione smiled warmly and answered, �Three days. It�s almost dinnertime on Tuesday and you were in a coma since Saturday. How are you feeling?�
Harry took stock; his physical energy still felt low, and his magic still felt abnormally high. But something felt different; he just couldn�t put his finger on it.
�Honestly, I�m surprised I�m not in the infirmary with Madame Pomfrey fretting over me, poking, prodding and scanning.�
�Well, she almost popped a vein when it was suggested you remain in the dorm. But when the headmaster seconded that opinion, she gave in. You sure had everyone worried. Everyone thought it had something to do with You-Know-Who.�
Harry rolled his eyes. Anytime something happened to him, people thought it was directly related to Voldemort. Granted, it was generally true, but it did get annoying. Harry was NOT the doomsday devise, and he would like it if people would stop treating like one.
�What happened to you, Harry? No one will tell us. Professor McGonagall only looked and angry every time someone asked, and Headmaster Dumbledore said that it wasn�t his place to explain. We�ve been worried, asking so many questions and not getting any answers.�
Ron nodded along and added, �Yeah, but it can�t be anything good. Every time it was mentioned around Snape, he smirked--almost gleefully. That was scarier than thinking you�d died.�
�RON!�

�Well, it�s true, Hermione. He looked like his Christmas, birthday and the end of school came at once.�
Hermione didn�t look mollified, but she didn�t say anything else.
�So, Harry, what happened? It didn�t really have anything to do with You-Know-Who, right? Dumbledore said it didn�t, but still. I�d feel more sure hearing it from you.�
�No Ron, it had nothing to do with Voldemort.� Harry watched Ron�s customary flinch at the Dark Lord�s name, and was shocked when he took a dark pleasure from it.
When Harry, trying to think of a way to explain without giving too much away, didn�t immediately continue, Ron spoke up.
�So, Harry, come on, what happened? There�s no way you�re not going to tell us, right?� Ron�s voice and automatic assumption to know grated on Harry�s nerves, annoying him probably more than it should.
�Ron, just give Harry a second. Maybe if you be quiet long enough, he�ll tell us what he knows and we can all work on this together.�
Harry felt intense anger at Hermione now. It annoyed him that she would instantly presume that he would automatically share everything with her. It wasn�t her business; it didn�t happen to her. Immediately, Harry regretted the feelings, appalled at them and at their potency.
Harry took a deep breath, once again relying on his breathing techniques.
�I�ll tell you guys, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. No exceptions; this is a very important secret. Also, you have to remain calm until the very end. No prematurely blowing up, Ron. It is crucial that you don�t.�
Harry looked expectantly at his friends. Thankfully they didn�t immediately jump to promise; they took their time to think it through. Harry, meanwhile, took the opportunity to sit up. He felt shaky, but his strength was returning.
�If it�s that important Harry, I�ll give a wizard�s oath.�
Harry sighed in relief at Hermione�s words, grateful that he�d have her to help him. He turned and looked expectantly at Ron.
�I promise not to tell anyone. And I promise to, at least, hear you out completely before becoming irrational.�
Harry smiled and nodded, knowing that was the best he could get.
�Right, well, you remember that article in the �Daily Prophet� about Lord Malfoy being an incubus?�
Both nodded and Harry took a fortifying breath.
�Good. Remember that we ran into Malfoy outside of the Three Broomsticks? Well, do you also remember that his father showed up there?� Harry paused to take a deep breath, then continued. �I felt something.�
Hermione and Ron waited for Harry to continue, and when he didn�t Ron finally asked, �Felt what?�
�I dunno�just something. Recognition? A zing? I dunno, but it was something, and he felt it too.�
Harry looked at Hermione. Hermione, who memorized practically everything she read. Hermione, who at that instant was mentally re-reading the article. Hermione, whose face was showing the beginnings of understanding and horror.
�Oh, my�Oh Harry.�
�What, what�s this �oh Harry� about? What do you know?�
�One person perfectly completes and compliments an Incubus. Harry felt something; Lord Malfoy felt something. Lord Malfoy is an Incubus and he felt something with Harry. Harry is the one�who�the one who��
Ron�s eyes widened comically larger with the dawning of understanding. Harry took the time to be darkly amused, a feeling he was finding occurred more and more as of late. He watched at how uncharacteristically quickly Ron picked up on what Hermione was saying.
�Yes Ron. That means I am the complete other half to Lucius� incubus.�

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry sighed at the memory, thankful that his friends were there for him. Ron was disgusted and horrified, of course. It was a Malfoy after all, and not just any Malfoy, but THE HEAD Malfoy. Hermione understood the severity and importance, but like any situation where she felt she had insufficient knowledge, she headed to the library.
While Hermione and Ron were there for him, Harry still felt alone; with no one he could turn to and talk with. The necessity for secrecy, stipulated by him, kept him from seeking any form of aid or comfort.
So Harry was headed to Malfoy Manor; into the proverbial snake�s pit. The only contact he�d had with Lucius Malfoy since all the revelations was by mail. It surprised Harry that no physical contact of any kind; no face-to-face meetings or anything, occurred; only letters.
Harry snorted. They couldn�t really be called correspondence in the traditional sense, as Lord Malfoy instructed Harry. They detailed all the areas in which Harry was deemed inefficient, and all the skills and lessons he�d need to learn over the two week holiday period, as befitting a wizard and anyone associated with a Malfoy, even if it was still a secret. Harry was getting a headache just thinking about all these lessons.
The door to his compartment opened, interrupting Harry from his thoughts. He looked up and in walked another, more immediate headache. Draco Malfoy.
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