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MANY A MIND AND BLOOD by dra6on

Chapter 5. Exposure

It was barely October and he had already got himself into this kind of mess.

Seriously, was there some universal rule that everything that happened to Harry Potter just had to come back and bite him in the ass? Some malevolent god looking up at him from down below and cackling evilly while turning his life into shite? Because, at times, that’s what it felt like.

This was definitely one of those moments. Not only had Weasley just ratted him out on McGonagall and he’d had to evacuate his quarters and search for another place, Keisha had got herself hurt during Potions and was in the Hospital Wing. Now… He could only wordlessly stare down into Luna’s dreamy eyes and open and close his mouth in shock. He’d been so sure…

“So are you an incubus?”

Hearing the question for the second time did not make it any less surrealistic. Harry was snapped back into reality only by the worry that flared sharply in the presence of Hogwarts that always accompanied him within the castle. He drew in a sharp breath and nodded tersely, looking around them. There were no students or portraits in this section of the hallway but one never knew who was listening.

“Follow me.”

He actually grabbed Luna by the arm, not trusting her to move as fast as he wanted. His agitation transferred over to his inner monsters and the shadows reached out to hide them on their way. The wizard and witch nearly glided through the hallways and Harry could feel Luna’s surprise and wonder. The confusion, when it became clear where he was guiding her.

The dungeons.

He ripped right through the protections around Snape’s private quarters, deposited Luna on the couch and settled against the door to the man’s bedroom.

His insides were churning.

Luna was his, one of his pack but she was not supposed to know about him. While he had saved her, only the werewolf and the human recognized her as someone to be protected. The vampire and the incubus saw a potential threat that should be terminated before they were discovered. And the shock had stopped Harry the human from taking the control right away.

“Why are we here?”

“Shut up.” The wizard closed his eyes and concentrated on his shields. Painfully slowly he began to pull the creatures deeper into his consciousness. He was vaguely aware of the door opening and closing and Snape’s already familiar basic emotional state entered his range. He kept himself still, not trusting himself to move when Luna was still a potential threat.

“Potter?”

He opened his eyes and saw his Potions teacher jerk back in fear. The world was slightly tinted in red and his eyes were spotting the tiniest details of the room. The fingerprints and specks of dust on the table, one blond hair lying on the floor. The individual eyelashes framing the dark eyes. The pounding veins under the pale skin.

Harry shut his eyes.

“I’m not… in control.” The words were forced out. He’d just fed not three days ago. He was satisfied in all ways possible. But leave it to Ginger to disturb his balance.

He’d never known it was this fragile.

Snape had apparently given up on him and turned to Luna to find out what had happened. The young wizard focused on the soothing presence that sensed his distress and calmed his thoughts. He was only vaguely aware as Hogwarts began to send him images. Children’s laughter flittered in and out of his ears and hundreds of thousands of pages were turned in the school library, the silent rustle soothing his nerves. Together the sounds formed a harmony that brought serenity in the storm of emotions attacking him. The creatures within fell silent and Harry drew in a long breath, releasing it slowly.

He opened his eyes.

“Sorry. It’s been… straining.”

Luna simply nodded but Harry felt strangely exposed under her curious gaze. It reminded him that Luna had been sorted into Ravenclaw even if most of the time he did not consider that as something noteworthy. But now… She had managed to find him out when he thought there was no danger. She’d confronted him – which she never did – and he’d panicked. Of course, he’d already been under a lot of pressure what with expecting a call to Dumbledore’s office and having lost his safe haven and with the worry about Keisha gnawing at his insides.

“McGonagall informed the teachers last night. I assume you have found another sleeping place.”

Harry grunted. “Not likely. I spent the last night in the library. I couldn’t have slept any way, and I don’t consider time spent in the library having been wasted.”

Snape regarded him detachedly but the empath could feel the contradiction within the man. He knew he was worried and fearful. Apparently seeing blood red eyes replace his familiar green ones was too much at the moment. Harry felt as if he needed to explain.

“It’s not only that someone I used to rely on betrayed me and I have to yet again face Dumbledore when all I want to do is avoid him but Keisha’s in the Hospital Wing and I’m worried. And I suppose the stress got to me.”

“At least you didn’t bite me,” Luna inputted nearly cheerfully. “I had no idea you were a vampire too. You didn’t bite me when we slept together.”

Harry wanted to groan aloud at the sharp stare Snape directed to both of his students and the frigid state his emotions seemed to gain. It was worrying… But then again he was now used to dealing with the man and his emotional rollercoaster that at times reminded that of a pregnant woman’s. Hogwarts chuckled at the thought in the confines of his minds and reminded him that he should deal with the situation at hand.

“I thought we dealt with this already. I think it’s more worrying that Luna managed to guess.”

“If you’re thinking of blaming me of your shortcomings then you can think again, Potter, because this situation is not-“

“I meant that while having drunk your blood raises your value in the eyes of my ‘creatures within’ it is not the same with Luna. While as a werewolf I consider both of you ‘pack’, both the vampire and the incubus see Luna as a threat to my continued existence. That is why I nearly attacked her. It is not...” He searched for the word, knowing he had the undivided attention of the occupants of the room, “in my nature to ignore such a potential threat.”

Silence reigned for a few previous moments. It was finally broken by Snape who asked the question Harry had been aware of for months.

“If you nearly attacked Lovegood, what is to say you will not attack some other student as well? Your continuing stubbornness will put the other students at risk and if you cannot control yourself you should not remain at Hogwarts.” The obsidian eyes closed for a second before boring into his again. He felt the fear spike at cold expression on his face but the man stood his ground. “You are a monster, Potter.”

He hid his flinch at the blatant statement but could not deny it no matter how much his inner demons growled at having been called that by an outsider. It was what he was and the Wizarding population could never forgive him for this. He was a monster and he shouldn’t stay.

Harry did not even notice the red tint appearing in his eyes – a clear sign that the words struck home. He stared ahead, not even seeing the humans in the room. He had tried but he had failed. What was he to do now? Even Hogwarts would not offer him protection if he attacked her students. She would turn her back on him. Was it not better to leave voluntarily? Had he not come here only because it felt like home? But it was time for him to find out what he needed to do in the future and in Hogwarts he was a danger to everyone else. Children should not be faced with a monster such as him.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

“You are right.” His voice was raspy but he hardly cared. “I know that you are. I nearly did not come back in the beginning of the year but I was too stubborn. I think a part of me wanted to cling to the familiarity that Hogwarts offered.”

Luna made a sound of protest but Snape silenced her with a wave of his hand. The Potions Master nodded at him and he spoke his last words.

“Give me a week to ready myself. I need to deal with Dumbledore at the least and I need to bid farewell. I doubt it’ll be safe to return here for a very long time.”

“Sentimentality getting the better of you?” Snape sneered. Harry just smiled sadly, letting Hogwarts’ sadness flow over him. She did not wish it but understood why he needed to leave. She could see what he wished to do to Weasley and she did not approve. Not even if he was the only one that had reached her in so long. For the first time ever Harry could hear her voice in his head.

“They are my children and I must protect them. You have given me reprieve from my loneliness and for that I thank you but I will not sacrifice the children for my own comfort.”

I understand, the teen whispered in his mind and stopped himself from sighing.

“It is not sentimentality. I am not indestructible. I came to Hogwarts because I needed someone to understand and to accept me.” He swallowed uneasily and looked away. Being this vulnerable before Snape did not sit well with him but he wanted at least someone to know about this. “I came here because I knew that alone I would destroy myself. I needed someone to realize that I still existed and for that someone to care. I haven’t been alone since the Dursleys, and I was not enough of a martyr to simply sacrifice myself.” He gave a bitter laugh that sounded even harsher in the silence that had befallen the room. “In the end it seems the people I had thought closest to me shun me and turn on me and the one that hated me is the one I trust. Oh, the irony.”

Reading Snape’s emotions told Harry that the most prevalent was regret. He himself was feeling a lot of it currently. If only he wasn’t what he was, if only Voldemort was already dead, if only his friends could see beyond their hatred for everything Dark…

If only he could trust them.

“Harry.”

The young wizard turned to look at Luna and was surprised to see a sad smile on her lips and tears trailing down her cheeks. “I will always be your friend. You are not alone. Do you need to drink my blood to bind this knowledge?”

The utter calmness Luna was projecting was bizarre in itself but the trust shining in her eyes was what broke Harry. He felt tears welling in his own eyes and quickly, before the others could realize, stepped to Luna, embracing her.

“With your permission…” He lowered his head, feeling his canines lengthen. He broke through her skin on her neck and the sweet nectar that was her blood filled his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from drawing another mouthful but then licked the wounds closed. He looked up and met Luna’s gaze.

“You’ve cried blood,” Luna stated – like it was an everyday occurrence – after he was done letting the vampire guide his actions in binding the knowledge Luna had gained tonight. The young hybrid blinked at the sudden change in subject and it took a moment for him to comprehend the connection. He groaned.

“Potter. Here.”

Snape had stayed suspiciously on the background while he had drunk from the blond Ravenclaw. Now the man offered him a wet tissue and Harry gratefully took it. Soon there was no blood on his face and the tissue was coloured pink. Not taking any chances, he tossed it into the fireplace and watched it burn.

“So Dumbledore wants to talk to me?”

The teen was still embracing Luna and stepped back at the realization. Snape’s obsidian eyes searched him for a long moment but all Harry could get from the man was regret and guilt and acceptance. The Potions Master nodded.

“It is about you not sleeping in the Gryffindor tower and possibly about the hostility that Weasley showed when he brought the information to the staff meeting.” Harry hadn’t known it had been a staff meeting. “I would suggest calming yourself and gaining the best control before confronting Albus.” The last was said with a slight hesitance.

“Thank you.” He turned to Luna. “I’ll go in the Forest for a run, then. You’ll be okay?”

The girl smiled her dreamy smile and rose on her toes to press a kiss on his cheek. The skin tingled where her lips had touched him and Harry could not detect any animosity towards her from his inner demons. The incubus and the vampire seemed appeased by the blood binding and the wolf was rumbling with satisfaction and anticipation.

“Professor Snape.” He immediately had the man’s attention and he smiled a bit sadly. “Will you please keep an eye on Luna when I’m gone? The ones I… apprehended or their friends might seek revenge when I am no longer here.”

“Consider it done,” the man answered without hesitation.

Harry bid his goodbyes to them for now and left, directing his steps outside. He used the shadows to conceal himself as getting caught now would be counterproductive for the whole idea was to gain enough control to confront the old man without blowing up in his face.

It was a cloudy day and the teen used the cover of the buildings to make his way to the Forest. Once he was safely concealed by the thick green he let the therianthrope transformation wash over him and in the spot where once had stood a red and black haired teenage wizard, was now a startling jaguar.

It was nearly entirely black but for the inconspicuous red sheen on the neck and stomach. Graciously the large cat stretched and then smelled the air, the transparent whiskers twitching at the mixture of scents that made the forest around. Yes, he could control this body.

Harry took off at a slow jog. The animal might not have been suited for Scotland in October but he had for a month now wondered how a feline would feel like. If his Animagus form – not that he had a need for one now – wasn’t be a bird of some kind, it would definitely be a cat. That’s what Sirius had said once, so many years ago.

His paws began pounding faster against the slightly wet forest floor as the running instinct took over. The idea was to calm himself, not to bring up any unsavoury memories from his past. He lost himself in the run and it came so naturally. The jaguar was more of a stalker but it could run if necessary and Harry took his body to its limit.

When he finally circled back to the same spot he’d been using for his ritual, the large feline simply fell over and panted. He had enjoyed that and even more the slight sweating. He had not really sweat since his birthday because of the vampire part of him – not even with Luna – but being in this Therianthropic form seemed to push the others on the background.

I wonder if that means that every time I let one of my monsters take over, the others are pushed on the background not only mentally but physically as well? But I was able to call for the vampire when I was in wolf form… The jaguar lifted its head and cocked it to the side. Lids hid the luminous green eyes as Harry tried to concentrate.

He was calling for the vampire and, more easily that he had expected, the cold mind surfaced from the depths of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and noticed the red tint and the extra clarity he had gained and smiled in his mind. Wow, so he did have some control after all.

The Forest was even more alive to his vampiric senses but the teen had to wonder if he could call on any others. The wolf? Probably not because the transformation was so complete but his incubus self could probably influence him… So that his current form would have horns and leathery wings? He snorted.

Though, if he had any control over his amor and siren transformations could he possibly grow feathered wings to go with his theriathrope form? That way, though he couldn’t transform into any magical animals… he could take on the apparent form of a pegasus.

Not that he had any need for such.

“-was-“

Harry shot to his feet and crouched low, his head on the ground level. His ears were up and he was waiting for the sound. More snippets of speech reached him when suddenly all noise cut off from around him. Not just the human voices but the normal forest sounds as well.

Harry sprung but still the spell fire caught his tail. Instincts took over and he yowled as loudly as he could before bursting into a run. The run was no longer a stress relieving technique but he was running for his life. Behind him the spells splashed against the trees and the ground, sometimes starting small magical fires.

They cast a ward around me so I wouldn’t hear them! Harry thought as he bounced against a tree to make a ninety degree turn. Right now he could hear the forest around him and the animals that the chase was disturbing. It was day time and he was cursed the sun for making it easy for his pursuers to track him.

I need to take another form… But what?

A Stupefy hit the ground before him and he scrambled, trying to change his direction. Fucking hell, they had him surrounded! But he still hadn’t heard them running. How were they keeping up with him? All he could hear was some “whooshing” sounds… Moron, they’re on brooms!

He spied a hollow that was half covered by the roots of a tree and dived in, already transforming before stopping. The world was still red tinted but he needed something else than the vampire to get away. Why the hell were they even chasing him? Not now… he could ponder that later. Something to escape with? Big? Powerful? His werewolf form? No.

Something small, easily hidden in a Scottish magical forest.

Harry turned into an owl.

He took flight and left his hiding place. Sticking close to the ground, he tried to find a place to wait for his pursuers to give up. He did not think for a moment that he could-

“There! That’s the owl I saw!”

Of all the bloody Aurors in all of Britain… did it have to be Mad-Eye Moody?

Harry dived as spells flew in his direction. Some idiot tried to summon him but he screeched and reflexively overpowered the summons. He heard a yell behind him and an exclamation, “What the bloody hell is it?”

A therianthrope, you foolish idiot! he sneered. No, he wouldn’t get away as an owl, not with Mad-Eye keeping his bloody magical eye on him. Time to change tactics. Sorry, Mad-Eye but I can’t let anyone else know about this.

He rose higher and as soon as his claws had latched onto a branch, transformed into his human form. Even while he called out his incubus self he kept on making sure no one but Mad-Eye would recognize him. He shrugged off his school robes and ripped them to tie a shred around his lower face. Feeling the tell-tale tingling sensation begin he stowed his glasses away and tapped his wand at his hair. The red was effectively hidden away.

The entire process had taken less than twenty seconds and now, hanging from the branch and hidden by the thick green, there was a green-eyed fully transformed incubus. His tail wrapped around another branch, balancing the creature and elegant leathery wings curved over his back. The remains of the robe and the shirt silently floated towards the ground down below and there was a rip in the trousers where the tail had burst out.

Let’s see what these wings can do, Harry smirked behind the make-shift scarf and dropped from his perch.

His body twisted in the air and, as though he had done it a thousand times already, the black wings spread out and hit the air. He rocketed upwards, suddenly realizing there was more than muscle at work. Magic was aiding him. The books didn’t say anything about this. But I’ll take what I get.

He shot upwards, emerging out of the leaf canopy south of the pursuers. There were five that he could see, most dressed in the red of Hit-Wizard robes but one was Mad-Eye and with his enhanced eyesight Harry saw the magical blue eye focused on him.

“Incoming!”

He beat his wings and aimed for Mad-Eye. Three others – one of them Tonks – emerged from below and his empathic abilities gave him insight on the terrifying shock that they experienced at the sight of him. He was only fifteen feet away when the wizards realized to take a shot but quickly ducked and dove under them towards his prey.

“Disperse!” the scarred ex-Auror barked a command while spinning away from Harry. The incubus snarled as the man moved further away but had to twist out of the way when a barrage of spells came at him. His tail lengthened and yanked a Hit-Wizard off her broom when she came too close. She fell screaming but one of the others dove for her.

“Leave me alone!” Harry snarled through the fabric. His speech seemed to shock them into inaction and he took a chance, aiming for Mad-Eye again. Another miss and another barrage of spells.

Letting out an inhumane screech, Harry suddenly remembered his wand still in his hand. It was a classic oh-duh-moment but he did not have time to berate himself for his forgetfulness in the midst of a fight. Bringing his wand forth he summoned circles of flames that shot towards the surprised attackers. Their robes caught on fire and in the chaos the incubus finally managed to get higher than the scarred fighter and dive for him.

Third time the charm.

He crashed against the aged wizard, toppling him off the broom. If not for his arms and tail wrapping around Moody, he would have been falling just as the woman earlier. But Harry had other plans for him.

Calling out the vampire, his canines lengthened and through the scarf covering his face, the hybrid savagely bit down on the man’s neck.

Mad-Eye grunted in pain and his eyes widened almost comically but Harry was concentrating on the blood that seeped through the fabric into his mouth. He worked the binding into place even as he continued to drink, his wings automatically keeping them afloat.

“It’s got Mad-Eye!” Tonks screamed. They had got the fire put down but Harry couldn’t force himself to care that much. Mad-Eye was powerful and the magic in his blood was singing to the teen. Had he been on his feet, he would have no doubt swayed drunkenly but here in the air his wings only momentarily faltered as he sucked on the fabric so as to not to let any of the drops escape. He wasn’t in bloodlust but more…

A spell nicked him on his lower black and all traces of the blood-induced haze vanished from Harry’s mind. He turned to the pitiful humans that were so concerned for the dazed man in his arms and let out a snarl. Fear spiked in them but he could mostly sense determination. Well, he was certain none of the others had recognized him and he had done all he could to keep Mad-Eye silenced – everything short of killing the man and he wouldn’t stoop that low. Later he would no doubt feel guilt about letting the woman fall.

Where to run now that he could? They were at the edges of the Hogwarts wards and he should be able to Apparate but could he do it in the air? First things first.

He used Levicorpus to freeze the man in the air and directed him towards the Aurors. After all that trouble he had gone through with the man, Harry did not intend to let him die and it was only when he was safely secured on two of the others’ brooms that he allowed his wings to fly him south. Not wanting to risk it, the incubus dove to the ground and Disapparated before another surprise could catch up to him.

He used the Shrieking Shack secret entrance to get back to school and with liberal use of the Disillusionment Charm made his way into the dungeons. About halfway there he noticed the wound on his back wasn’t healing as well as it should and drops of blood were sliding down on the leather of his trousers. It shouldn’t have been this deep – he had just drunk blood, after all.

In Snape’s quarters he dragged himself to the couch. It must have been a Dark spell that the Aurors and Hit-Wizards had been given permission to use. All the information he had gained from the dead and he couldn’t even heal one cut.

Exhausted but still lucid enough to realize he would be healing faster in his wolf form, Harry shimmied out of his trousers and let the wolf take over. The transformation pulled at his wound and he whimpered but curled before the fireplace, waiting for Snape to arrive. He hadn’t realized it earlier but he did not even have to rip through the wards because the Potions Master had already keyed him in.

He fell asleep, only to awaken on a hand on his lower back, smoothing his fur.

“Potter. I’ve healed you and you need to wake up.”

His pack was protecting him and there was no reason to panic. Rolling on his side, the green eyes peered up into the obsidian ones that were staring down at him. He let his tong loll out and kicked his legs, trying his back. There was no pain left and he wagged his tail until the slight fear Snape was emanating vanished nearly completely.

“If you are done impersonating the mutt, I would like to talk to you about the debacle in the Forbidden Forrest.”

Harry gave Snape a look and rose on his legs. He took a look around but not seeing what he needed, went to scrape at the floor before Snape’s bedroom.

“What is it, Potter?”

He gave the man another look and scraped some more. Oh, the bloody git doesn’t understand me. Harry hung his head low in a wolf sigh, backed a couple of steps and crashed through the door, accompanied by Snape’s alarmed shout.

Ignoring the man for the moment he padded to the bed, took a hold of the corner of the cover and pulled it over him. Then he transformed, his bones and muscles twitching painfully as the wolf form was forced to give way to his human self. Finally he was Harry the Human again, laying naked on the floor and covered only by the dark sheet.

“Werewolf transformation doesn’t take… clothes into account,” he explained between pants to the flummoxed man standing in the doorway. “We might be pack but there are lines I’m not willing to cross. Can you bring me my wand and trousers?”

The man lifted a brow but turned around and summoned the items. Five minutes later Harry was dressed in clean clothing from the trunk he had had shrunken in his pocket and he was sitting on the couch in the living room. “Thanks,” he said to the man when he was offered a cup of tea. “What time is it?”

“After curfew. After hearing the reports I assumed you were spotted in the Forest and they chased you simply because a large black feline does not belong in the Scottish nature?” There was sarcasm hidden in the statement but Harry ignored it in favour of taking a sip of his tea. Getting something into his empty stomach felt like a good idea right now.

“I’m thinking taking that form was not that good of an idea.” He sighed and hung his head low, balancing the cup on his knee. “They took me by complete surprise. I would have got away if not for Mad-Eye and I couldn’t risk he had seen me change shapes. I needed to take care of it.”

Snape sneered, yellow teeth flashing. “He is in the Hospital Wing, awake but unable to speak about the incident at all. Dumbledore had his permission to go riffling through his mind but even then couldn’t find anything.” The man looked disgustedly at him. “In case your pea sized brain hasn’t realized it yet, leaving would be a very bad move on your part. All the suspicion would be on you immediately. I cannot guarantee that Albus doesn’t suspect you already.”

“I’m not a complete moron,” the teen defended himself. “But yeah… You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Considering your luck I hardly expected you to be able to simply walk away from Hogwarts.” At this the man looked only tired. “The Ministry is linking this to the incident with Draco and someone from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures actually out right came and identified a therianthrope as the only possible creature that could change shapes between many animals. They are baffled about the incubus and vampire transformation but chalk it up to the therianthrope being able to take the form of magical animals.”

“I can’t do that.” Harry shrugged. “Maybe a full-blooded therianthrope could but I can’t. I’m just a common hybrid.” He huffed and set the cup on the table in favour of resting his head on his hands. “Merlin, I’m tired.”

“It must be the transformations. You have been through many today and that must be sapping your strength.” The Potions Master pursed his lips together and Harry felt the indecision warring within him. “If you are… in need of… a donation… I am willing.”

The simple offer was enough to draw the vampire out and in a flash Harry was straddling Snape in the recliner the dark robed man was sitting in and leaning forward. The man had hardly enough time to understand their position, not to mention resist, when Harry had already sunk his teeth in his neck and euphoria descended over them both.

Harry was hardly aware of the other need that was building in him as he rocked against the older wizard and the body beneath him responded. He was just hungry – oh so hungry – and here was food. The pulse that brought blood to his greedy lips quickened and his aura kept on milking the other energy out of the man. It evolved into uncontrollable rutting until Snape shuddered through his release, Harry not far behind. The teen-creature slouched against the man and lazily licked the wounds.

He was hard pressed to feel guilt and it did not bother him that Snape was his father’s age. He was no longer disgusted with himself over this because – honestly, it was completely natural for him. They were pack and pack protected each other and answered the needs of others. But he did respect the boundaries people set around them and as soon as he could, got up and found himself standing in the middle of the room, searching for anything to say.

“Um… Thank you?”

Snape’s eyes snapped open and his nostrils flared. When Harry noticed him going for his wand he decided now would be the best time to be gone. Before the first syllable had passed the Potions Master’s lips, the young wizard was gone from the rooms.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” He had pushed the inner demons further behind allowing his human conceptions of the world surface yet again and had realized that he had just done what he swore not to do again. What the fuck was it with him rutting Snape? He had had no such urges with Mad-Eye, had he? No sirree. He had only drunk and the magic had got him high but nothing much worse had happened. Malfoy? Okay, but even he had to admit that he blonde was hot. Shit.

Hogwarts guided him to an empty hallway and a secret passage opened up to his right. It took him straight to seventh floor and the Room of Requirement. At least now he had a place to rest in. Oh fuck, he had missed all of his classes today. It would make Dumbledore suspicious, at the least.

The teen fell on the bed the Room provided. He snuggled into the dark blue covers and sighed. Why, oh why couldn’t his life be simpler?

oooOOOooo

“Harry, my boy. How good to see you.”

Harry gritted his teeth and stopped his shoulders from tensing. Yeah, right. Like you hadn’t been searching for me everywhere?

“What can I do for you, Headmaster?” he asked as he turned around and met the man’s twinkling gaze straight on. Dumbledore was suspicious and serious but none of that was reflected on the man’s aged face. He looked like a jovial grandfather, dressed in bronze and purple and the long white beard partly braided.

Harry had to keep his hand from twitching at the urge to reach for his wand.

“If you don’t mind humouring me with a walk, I would most appreciate it.” Before the teen could answer, the man was walking towards the Great Doors and Harry followed at a more sedated pace. He had been ambushed in the Entrance Hall as he was leaving the breakfast and many eyes followed them as they exited the castle.

“Actually, since I missed the classes yesterday I really cannot afford to miss anything else.” A speck of truth.

“Your teachers informed me that you had not shown up. We were actually trying to find you the previous night as well. Mister Weasley, you see, came to us with some concerning information.” The old coot shot him an admonishing look that failed to affect him.

“I was avoiding you,” Harry easily admitted, not looking at the old man but across the lake. “I do not like former friends betraying me and I took the day off to calm myself down. I spent the night in the library and you can take points or give detention or whatever for that. Then I wandered around in the day.”

“Did your wanderings happen to take you to the Forbidden Forest?”

Harry heaved a mental sigh and clenched his fists. He could be in control. He should stay in control.

Fuck control.

He rounded on the white-bearded manipulator.

“Are you accusing me of something? ‘Cause I might not have known about it yesterday but I heard it all this morning. No, I didn’t go into the Forest yesterday. No, I don’t know anything about the monster that attacked people. No, I don’t want to patch things up with you.” He curled his lip in disgust. “I am starting to think that if Hogwarts cannot offer me a more peaceful environment where I’m not accosted at every given moment, I should leave!”

He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart all the while glaring at the man for all that he was worth. The twinkle had vanished from the blue eyes and a solemn expression had risen in place of the usual joviality. He had got a reaction out of Dumbledore but now what?

“Harry, my boy, you leave me with little options.” Harry opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the old man silenced him with a wave of his wand. The teen’s eyes widened. How dared he!

“Alastor was attacked and rendered unable to speak of any of his observations during the fight that occurred in the skies above the Forest. A demon has descended on Hogwarts and attacked its protectors and no magic can shield it from exposure. No matter how hard it tries to hide.”

Harry Finite’d himself and gritted his teeth. Albus Dumbledore suspected but he could not know. “Then I wish you luck with finding your demon,” he spat out. “I have my hands full with Voldemort.”

Every instinct in him screamed not to turn his back at the enemy but he had no choice.

A dominance game, the vampire whispered, incubus echoing right after it, Show you do not fear him.

He walked away, leaving the old coot standing in the weak light of October sun.

Harry lasted over the weekend and was beginning to think he might have survived the entire thing. Luna had kept close to him the whole time and he was saying goodbye to Hogwarts during every moment that he spent within her walls. Keisha had survived without a scar and he had used Sunday to help the kids with anything they might have needed. There had been no detentions forthcoming but he had already written his letter of resignation – if it could be called that – and it waited in his pocket to be given to MacGonagall the moment he was done saying goodbye.

He had decided on Monday evening because that way he had the chance to apologise to Snape during the lesson in the afternoon and give his last goodbye to Luna just before he left.

Of course – with his luck – everything went to hell during the day.

“Students, gather in the front yard before the Great Doors. All students, gather in the front yard.”

Harry had been on his way to the class but at the announcement his heart plummeted. He knew, he just knew, this had something to do with him. What should he do? The young wizard was struck with indecisiveness. Should he go… or leave right away? What if it did not have anything to do with him? Yeah right…

As he stood, pondering on his options, a hand landed on his shoulder, making him tense.

“I trust you heard the announcement, my boy? Good, off we go.”

Harry shook the hand off but had no choice but to follow the aged wizard. He did not believe he could take Dumbledore on in a fight and leaving now would confirm his guilt. Maybe he could survive through this.

Wishful thinking.

“Outside, Gryffindors on the far right.”

He followed the directions mutely. Every vocal monster that he hosted was loudly snarling at the easiness Dumbledore had shown in sneaking upon them and were definitely unsettled by it. Harry tried to calm them as he suspected whatever was happening would need every ounce of his willpower. The Gryffindors around him were whispering excitedly and Harry shook his head when the kids tried to come closer to him.

Wind ruffled his red and black hair and the robes flapped around him. The people wrapped their clothes tighter around them.

“Your attention, please!”

The students mostly quieted down and turned their attention to the group of wizards that were standing before the Great Doors. At least one of them was clearly an Unspeakable and most of them were Ministry employees. The faculty stood to the side, wearing disapproving frowns that clearly showed what they thought of the interruption to their day.

“Thank you.” There was a Sonorus in use – how else would the words have reached all five hundred restless students? “In light of the recent events that occurred last spring and now this autumn the Ministry decided to post guards on Hogwarts. The populace was informed that the guards would only be in place during the full moon while in truth there was a circulation of guards at all times.” The spokesman kept a dramatic pause. “Last week these guards were attacked.”

The students broke into whispers though for many this was not news. The man waited for a moment and slowly they quieted down but even the silence managed to feel eager.

“The Ministry has determined that the monster is a shapeshifter. A therianhrope. We discovered these discarded in the Forbidden Forrest.” The man pulled out the ruined Hogwarts robe and the shirt Harry had been wearing beneath it on that day. His heart stopped and he closed his eyes. He had been so focused on Mad-Eye that he had not remembered them. Snape was right; stupidity was his downfall.

Harry opened his eyes and met the Headmaster’s stare straight on. The robe had a Gryffindor insignia so why call all of the students? Of course… to discredit him before everyone. Bravo, Dumbledore.

“If the owner of these does not identify himself immediately, we have been given the right to use other means to apprehend him.” The threat failed to affect Harry as he stood, gazes locked with Dumbledore. Not once did he feel the probe of Legilimency enter his thoughts but the old man had left him alone earlier as well, even though he had the opportunity.

He was also aware of Snape’s obsidian eyes on him but could not lose the power struggle between him and Dumbledore. Eventually, the older man looked away but Harry was left with the feeling this had not been all. Then he noticed the reason Dumbledore had turned from him. Alastor Moody was here and both of his eyes were staring at Harry.

He knows, the teen thought, staring back unblinkingly, but he cannot tell. What other means? Should I just leave right now and let them know? They can’t be stupid enough to think that I don’t know about the capital punishment. Willingly surrender myself to the Ministry when I know they are going to kill me? Not going to happen.

The students around him were becoming restless and Harry let his gaze wander over them. They would all turn against him. They would turn against him as his friends had if they knew about the secrets he was keeping. Even the kids that had taken the time to get to know him would be turned against him. Other means? Did they have something that forced himself to reveal his true nature?

He had to admit there were a lot of things he did not know about.

“Very well.” The spokesman nodded to a couple of wizards behind him and they moved to position themselves behind the students. “Nothing bad is going to happen to any of you. We shall start with the Gryffindors. Form a line. Each one of you must step before me one at a time and hold this in your hands.”

“What is it?” Colin Creevey shouted.

The spokesman had in his hand a perfect sphere that was steadily glowing indigo blue. He raised his hand higher, putting the object in clear view.

“This scans your magic, telling its nature. If you are nothing but a human, it will simply glow blue. If your magic is anything else, the glow changes into a different colour.” He brought the sphere forward. “Now, line up and take your turn.”

The faculty descended among the students and began to arrange them into lines. Snape waded through the Gryffindors to get to his students and accidentally bumped into Harry on the way. Accidentally, until Harry felt his hand slip into his pocket. He waited until he could reach the message without anyone seeing and then took it out.

Influence of spirits.

He blinked and his mind blanked for a second until the meaning sunk in. That could work.

Harry kept himself from showing his gratefulness towards the man lest Dumbledore get any ideas that got even closer to the truth. He crumbled the note and drew his wand. Soon only ashes floated towards the ground.

The Gryffindors were slowly moving in line and more and more people held the orb in their hands and it stayed a brilliant blue. From the corner of his eyes he noticed the air rippling in a tell-tale sign of a Disillusionment Charm. As he discreetly followed the movement of the ripple, he noticed others like it joining together. What was that?

He also noticed the compulsion to look away but could easily overpower it. A small group of people was gathering behind the lines and they were not expected to touch the sphere. Why? Would it react to them? There had to be some people with magical creature blood in them – like Lupin. And Dumbledore was collecting the ones he knew about and preventing them from touching the sphere.

He protects them from exposure yet is willing to put me on display before the entire school. I’ve come a long way from being his ‘Golden boy’.

“I’m sorry but I doubt the device will be effective in my case,” Harry began as it came his turn.

“Really, why so?” There was suspicion, fear, awe and at least four other emotions emanating from the spokesman when he was forced to face the famous Boy Who Lived. Harry kept his face blank.

“I channelled hundreds, if not thousands of spirits from the beyond and their magic left its mark. I’m hardly human anymore, magically. The colour is not going to be blue.”

“Take the sphere, Harry.” Dumbledore’s voice came from behind him, unsettling his demons once more. The spokesman stared at him demandingly and he could feel the tensing in the air. People behind him were beginning to wonder what was going on at the front and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at his back.

Harry reached out and plucked the sphere from the Ministry official’s hand.

The blue colour vanished and for a second there was nothing, no colour. Harry felt a weird kind of surge within him – that is, until the sphere lit up… in black.

Harry was aware of the wands trained on him but forced himself to stay as calm as he could. His left hand clenched into a fist. Calm down, he commanded his demons that kept on snarling. He thought he heard a new voice in the chaos but did not pause in his attempt to silence them. He swallowed uneasily.

“Like I said – the spirits’ influence has changed me.”

“I doubt that is possible,” Dumbledore countered. He reached out and took the sphere from him, and the colour returned to the brilliant blue. The teen looked up and saw the suspicion on every face. The eyes were piercing him with the distrustful gazes

Then something else pierced him.

There was a weird slurping sound and his back arched without warning, making him stumble forwards. His ears were ringing and a numbing feeling spread outward from his stomach, slowly morphing into pain.

Harry looked down.

At first he did not understand what he was seeing but in a moment it became clear. A sword. A sword covered in blood, in his blood, was protruding from his stomach. The pain was beginning to make itself known and the young wizard gasped, his feet lurching under him, and crashed on his knees. There were sounds around him and he had never in his life felt as threatened. His blood – his life’s blood – was slowly dripping out of him through the wound.

He grasped the blade, feeling it cut into his palms. He hurt. The pain began in the wound and travelled further, like the roots of a tree reaching farther and farther. Through the pounding in his ears he could hear the rasps as he gasped for breath. His body jerked with the movement as the sword was pulled out and all of the numbness vanished at the same time, leaving him at the mercy of the pain’s full assault.

He pressed his hands against the wound, feeling delirious. Who…?

“Therianthrope is a kill-on-sight. What did you expect me to do?”

Okay, he was hearing again and the pain was becoming easier to bear. He would be dying if not for the blood that Snape offered him even if he was still weak and surrounded by enemies. Too many, too many enemies. I can’t- No escape. No escape! NO ESCAPE!

He looked around him through the red tint and the haze that kept flickering at the edges of his vision. People drew back and shouted and screamed but he had gone into total survival mode and did not care. He mostly did not even notice anything else but the threats. The wands that were still trained on him, the grizzly ex-Auror behind him wielding the sword and of course the best way out.

Only there wasn’t one.

Can’t get out, can’t move. Oh merlin, it hurts! Let me go, let me go. Fight? Flight? What am I going to-?

From within him rose a new voice and with it an option. Harry was too delirious from the pain to control his instincts and stop the transformation from washing over him, taking with it most of the panic. He opened his mouth… and rasped, “It’s true…”

“What did he say?”

“What is it doing?”

“Why isn’t it dead? Struck it again, Mad-Eye!”

His back burned and something slick and wet dripped down his temples. His jaw and cheekbones pulled at his skin but all of that was noted only in passing. His voice gained some strength. “…we’re all a little insane.”

“Is it singing?”

“Are those wings?”

“But it’s so clear… now that I’m unchained.” His voice was now steady and the pain had receded to the background. He straightened his back and flexed his wings. “Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time. Fear is only in our minds, but it’s taking over all the time.” People around him had frozen where they stood and the many hundred people made no noise as his voice sang a delicious web of compulsion over them. Only wind moved in the crowd, carrying his song further and further.

“You poor, sweet, innocent thing.” The words came through a sneer as the kept his eyes locked on Dumbledore whom his voice also affected. The old man stood as still as everyone but his eyes were like two bright lanterns as they answered Harry’s contempt. Such a chance to reap revenge but he was still far too weak from the strike. He looked back and glared at the man with the sword. “Dry your eyes and testify. You know you live to break me – don’t deny. Sweet sacrifice.”

He stepped back from the wands pointing at him. “One day… I’m gonna forget your name.” He made sure to look at Dumbledore as his disgust at the situation welled within him and burst at the seams. “And one sweet day… You’re gonna drown in my lost pain.”

His spread his wings and beat once. His voice faltered as the pain laced through him at the movement. But he could make it to the edges of the wards. “Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time. Fear is only in our minds, but it’s taking over all the time.” He jumped and hit his wings down, letting the instinct guide him with the feathered appendages. He was airborne.

“You poor sweet, innocent thing. Dry your eyes and testify. And, oh, you long to hate me, don’t you, honey? I’m your sacrifice!

“Do you wonder why you hate? Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes? You poor sweet, innocent thing. Dry your eyes and testify… You know you live to break me – don’t deny. Sweet sacrifice.”

Harry’s wings flew him south. He left behind him the first home he’d known and the family that had betrayed him. Tears dripped down his cheeks as his human mind tried to understand the prejudice that had driven them to corner and attack him. The tears mixed with the droplets of blood that flew away with the wind as his wound continued to bleed and weaken him. He was losing altitude and he could feel the compulsion his song had woven over the crowd to weaken as his strength left him.

Just a little more. He locked his wings and let the air carry him. No magic to help him fly in his siren form. The muscles in his back and wings burned but he forced his body to go forward. There must have been something on the sword. Was it silver? I haven’t heard the wolf… Later. First, to safety and food.

He crashed just inside the wards, his shoulder hitting the ground first and the rest of his body following. He dragged himself up, leaving behind several black feathers that glinted in the daylight and marked the path that he took. A short hum against his skin… and he was free.

Harry Disapparated.

He couldn’t go to Grimmauld. Part of him mourned the fact that he had endangered Regan and her boyfriend by letting them stay in his house but there was nothing to be done about it. He needed a place where to rest and recuperate and then he would go and get his money from the Gringotts.

Okay, he had a plan but where to go? Immediately he discarded Casper as an option. He wouldn’t be in control and the man was too good a friend. Someone who couldn’t refuse him once he cleaned up? Sheila? Victoria? Maggie? Colton?

In the end of his agonizing walk and Apparition he had come to a decision and finally found himself in a backdoor alley in Bermondsey. His feet gave out under him as the crack announced his successful Apparition and the young wizard landed in a heap on the ground. His wing bent awkwardly under him but Harry hardly felt the pain. He reached for his wand.

“Tergeo.” He pressed his left hand on the wound but it still hurt like hell and Harry grit his teeth. He needed blood and fast or he would die. In the end he only knew to burn the wounds closer on both his back and stomach and he very nearly fainted from the pain that seared through him. But at least he wasn’t bleeding anymore. Next he charmed one of the walls into a mirror to get a better look at himself. Not that he was vain in his state but he rather wanted to know what kind of an image the Hogwarts students and Ministry official now had of him in their minds and he had some time. He did not want to hurt Victoria.

At first his attention was drawn to the humongous dark wings that towered over him like a curtain ready to fall and throw him in the shadows. Even in the weak light the feathers glinted as he flexed his wings. They looked majestic. Wings of a dark angel.

Other that the wings, most changes had focused on his face. There was a black line on each side of his face. It looked like ink smudged into his skin but as he dragged a finger across it, he felt nothing peculiar. But the lines made a stark contrast on against his pale complexion and sharpened features. He almost looked birdlike with this new face and not at all like his human self.

Because we are not human… came the whisper from inside his mind but he ignored it. Now to get this transformation reversed, a change of clothes and he would be good to knock on his summer fuck buddy’s door.

The transformation was the easy part. He had so much experience with transforming that calling the wings back into his back and starting on the on the face. He conjured a mirror to make sure he looked human enough. The paleness of his skin and the red slowly creeping into his eyes painted a picture of a vampire but he would pass for a human as long as he controlled his instincts.

Merlin, I’m hungry. The world tilted and his head spun as weakness rolled over him. He needed to get something to strengthen himself or he would risk dying. He would die.

And then… it didn’t matter anymore. The weakness was pushed away and controlled and his entire being focused on one thing – recovery. The wand in his hand wove an intricate pattern over him and soon he was standing on his two feet and walking towards the door beyond which a dinner of blood and lust awaited him.

“Who is it?” a female voice shouted behind the door and it opened slightly. Brown eyes widened in recognition and the door was fully opened. Before him stood a blond haired, brown eyed girl with a creamy complexion. She was in her early twenties.

“Harry? Is that you? Oh my God, what are you doing here?” She wasn’t automatically letting him in and Harry suppressed another wave of weakness.

“Yeah, it’ me, Victoria. I was in the neighbourhood and thought to drop by. You in for a little trip down the memory lane?” He put in just the right amount of leer in his voice. He knew, as an incubus, what buttons to push. Victoria’s eyes glazed over as his words brought out a dozen memories of them last summer and lust spiked in her. But there was also hesitance there and that hesitance won over the lust. Harry blinked in surprise.

“Sorry. I really would like that. I can’t tell you how stressed out I’ve been lately with the studies and the work…” She kept on rambling for a minute. Really, the only time Victoria shut up was in bed. “-but my cousins are staying over and the walls aren’t exactly soundproof.”

Harry’s stomach lurched and he took support from the door frame. Food. Recovery. Survival. “Sorry if I’m imposing but I was really looking forward to… seeing you? You’re just gonna send me away without a cup of coffee?” Indecision and desire warred within her and Harry let his aura wrap around her, influencing her decision making for a more favourable outcome.

She stepped back and kept the door open for him. He wished he could have just taken her right there – if not her body then at least her blood – but he could sense the other presences in the house and they were both drawing nearer.

“Vicky? Who is-“ Another blonde but definitely younger than her cousin appeared in the hallway that stretched before them. Victoria had inherited the house and a lot of money from her late parents but instead of wasting it away as so many had expected, she had invested it and made it grow.

“Suzy, this is my friend Harry. Harry, this is Suzy, my cousin.”

He smiled at her slightly, fighting the weakness that made his sight blur. “Nice to meet you.”

“This way to the kitchen,” Victoria guided him and Harry went along. His knees buckled but he kept upright.

“What kind of coffee do you prefer? I’ve got-“ Harry made sure the cousin didn’t follow them and that the two presences were far enough not to jump them in the next second or so. He stepped right behind Victoria, covered her mouth with his other hand and restrained her with the other and sunk his teeth in her neck.

Oh, the blood. The young wizard drank greedily as his failing body gained strength with each mouthful. The red liquid flowed down his throat and energized him in ways no human could possible ever experience. But even now he could feel that there was something missing. The magic was gone with Victoria being a mere muggle.

With that thought in mind he could pull back and heal the wounds. He continued to kiss and lick Victoria’s neck, relinquishing his hold on her. Humans rarely noticed the bites if they were mixed with some heavy kissing. Even now Victoria moaned, turned around in his arms and locked their lips. She rubbed herself against him and Harry answered enthusiastically.

He was still starving. He needed to eat. And the feast was still here. Harry ground himself against the willing body that responded to him like a dream. The scent of arousal tickled his nose and drove him on and he felt the lust building inside Victoria. Yes, yes, yes! Let me drink you! Let me grow strong! Almost there. Just-

“Victoria, where did you put m-“

Suzy’s words cut short as she spotted them and the younger girl froze in the doorway. Victoria was shocked out of her lust and the moment was broken.

For her. But not for Harry.

“You are not a virgin, are you?” he asked in a husky tone, his attention moving onto the other girl. He disentangled himself from Victoria and moved closer. “But you’ve never felt true pleasure. No man has ever taken the time to show you what it’s like – to scream as ecstasy courses through you.” He ran his hand through her hair and whispered against her head, “I could.” He licked the side of her face. “I can make the up be down and down be up and you can ride the most powerful wave of pleasure that you’ll ever know. I will make all your wet dreams come true and show you what passion is about. How about it?” His teeth grazed her ear.

Suzy trembled and Harry cast his eyes on Victoria who was staring at them in utter bewilderment. “One more to join us, Victoria.” He held out his hand and he knew without a doubt that Victoria would take the invitation. Her thirst for adventure would tempt her.

“So a threesome it is.”

He knew he was cheating. His aura was putting them under his spell but it was perfectly alright for him as an incubus. He needed to survive and these humans were his means to do so. So he grasped their hands and let them to Victoria’s room where he knew was a king-sized bed waiting for them.

The incubus in him became more and more apparent as the girls kept taking off their clothes. Harry’s tongue split and he felt the tail burst out. Almost absentmindedly he put a Notice-Not spell on it before discarding his wand on the pile of his clothes on the floor.

The incubus tipped a vial of potion in his mouth, then went to kiss both of the blondes. That took care of any unwanted consequences and with that his human inhibitions fell in the back. He grabbed the older by her hips and crashed his mouth again against hers demandingly. She made a slight noise of protest in the back of her throat but it was soon silenced as Harry’s length pressed against her stomach and the lust spiked in her.

He had tasted her before and he knew her body. But the other one, the younger one, was new to him and he was anxious to have a taste of her young spirit. Abandoning the delicious lips for a moment he pulled the blue eyed blonde to his side and proceeded to ravage her mouth in the same manner. He pushed brown eyes down by her head and thrust his erection in her mouth. She quickly got the idea and voluntarily kneeled and began to suck. Harry moaned in appreciation as he continued to run his hands over the supple body that was surrendering itself to him in all its inexperience. The smell of arousal grew stronger in the air and his tail curled around the legs of the girl kneeling. Instinct guided the ends towards the centre of her heat and ran along it. He dipped them into the wetness and felt the girl gasp against his erection.

“What-?”

Harry abandoned the younger mouth for a moment to look down. He let his tail push deeper and the girl leaned against his legs, panting. “Just a toy, my dear Victoria,” he purred, flicking the ends of his tail inside her. She shuddered and her short nails dragged along the muscles of his thighs. He pulled his tail out and thrust it back in. She jerked with the movement and her mouth opened.

Harry threaded his fingers in her hair and thrust back into her mouth, going as deep as he could. The blonde gagged. “Suck,” he commanded even as he returned to sucking the other’s shoulder. To make sure the older blonde complied he began to rock into her mouth. Her tongue circled around his cock and she rolled his balls in her hands while Harry let his hands run along the back of the younger cousin and into the crevice that separated her butt cheeks. Suzy – that might have been her name – shuddered and tensed.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I will enjoy taking you on a ride tonight. “ He brought his hand up and massaged her breasts. The nipples pebbled against his fingers and she leaned closer, moaning at the sensation. The moans turned into pants as his fingers returned to their earlier post and easily slid between her legs. She shuddered as he agonizingly slowly drew circles in the sensitive flesh and finally sunk one finger into the tight hole that only one man before him had entered. The thought made him giddy.

He continued teasing them for a moment until the teetering on the edge of ecstasy began to grow on him. Harry picked the younger girl in his arms, now two fingers inside her, and his tail wrapped around the one still sucking on him. In a flash they were on the bed. Both of his prey squeaked in surprise but he was already on his back on the bed and the girls were hovering above him.

“Darling, just a moment,” he told the blue eyed blonde to wait. His erection stood proud in the air and the heat in his belly began to cool off now that Victoria’s administrations had paused. He lifted the older girl with his tail and guided her on top of him. In one swift movement he entered her and took a deep breath as heat and wetness surrounded him. He thrust upwards and the girl gave a little moan as he hit the spot inside her.

With one girl taken care of he lifted the other to him. When she hovered over him, he pushed his tongue inside her and finally let her appreciate the cleverness of a split tongue as he licked her folds and went deeper into her than his fingers had. The separate ends twisted and prodded inside her making her gasp and brace herself against the wall. “Yes. YES. Aa-ah,” she panted with her head thrown back and beads of sweat forming on her hairline.

Victoria began to pound on his erection and Harry felt his aura reaching out as her orgasm grew nearer. Soon she shuddered all over and slammed down one final time before collapsing against her cousin’s back. Greedily Harry drank in all the energy that he could, feeling the power and balance begin to return to him. His canines lengthened and unable to resist the temptation he bit down on the thigh before his face. Blood and cum and energy all mixed as he drank both through his mouth and aura. The wound on his stomach vanished without a trace but he was far from satisfied.

He flipped them around, ending on top of the younger girl while Victoria recovered next to them. He didn’t care about being gentle as he forcefully thrust into the inexperienced body below him. He just wanted to feel it, feel the tight hole surround him and draw out his own orgasm. And even after the blood loss and cumming she responded and her back arched even though made a pained noise deep in her throat. Harry didn’t care about gentle as he kept thrusting into the tightness that her very nearly virgin hole presented. And when he came, he brought her over again with him and sunk his teeth into her yet again.

This time she screamed.

It was ecstasy to orgasm as an incubus. Every sensation was heightened and he rode the wave while still thrusting into the heat and drinking from her neck. She clung to him like her life depended on this moment and as an empath Harry knew she was well rewarded for her willingness. The waves of pleasure rolled inside her and he kept milking even more out of her and he kept giving her an orgasm only an incubus could.

When he finally was done with her, she was exhausted and could only lie there before him. She was naked and utterly ravaged with spread legs and swollen lips from their earlier kissing and neck and thigh bleeding from his bites. But he had kept his promise and she had known passion unlike any a human man could offer.

His tail, still wrapped around Victoria, alarmed him that the girl was moving and he pulled out of Suzy and sat down, focusing on his summer acquaintance . Her brown eyes opened and slowly took in the picture that the two of them made and she stretched languidly, showing of her body while her eyes locked onto Harry.

“Wow.”

Such a simple word brought a smile to his lips but she continued, “I remember you being good but not that good. How you managed to get her to join us… You sure knew what to say.” She sighed and lowered her head, the thick cascade of blond hair covering her face. Harry moved over to her and licked his lips. The taste of blood remained on his tongue but he was going to get everything out of this that he could. It was not every day that such a feast was presented to him.

“Who’s the other in the house?” he asked innocently, blowing into Victoria’s hair. She turned to look at him, a question on her face but she answered.

“Suzy’s older sister, Rebecca. But she’s got somebody so…”

“I’ll be right back.”

With that Harry left the room. He was fully healed and the all he would require was rest. But it wasn’t all that he wanted. There was more to be had in this house and he loved the challenge of a taken woman. With all his naked glory and his erection again standing tall he found the third of his prey in the kitchen where she was listening to music in high volume and reading a book.

For a second he stood in the doorway, taking in the woman before him. Because she was a woman by the shape of her body and the mature air that she carried around her. He couldn’t wait to have a taste of her.

Reaching out with his aura he read everything he could about her and what he found nearly made him laugh. This would be easier than he thought. Just a few words and she would be his. The potion, something whispered at the back of his head and he looked down at the vial he must have unconsciously picked up from his room. Again he took a sip and simply strolled to her, forced her to turn and kissed her.

Her lips parted in surprise and Harry could easily thrust his tongue into her mouth. He ripped the earphones off and was working on her clothing before she even realized what he was doing.

“What are you-! Get off me! You-mph!”

He bit her lip harshly and stared into her light green eyes. Funny, how only the eyes really separated the cousins. “You are unsatisfied and frustrated,” he said in a dead serious voice. “You try to deny it and cannot. The boy you date cannot give you what you want. You need someone to take control and he isn’t doing it. I’m the answer to your prayers.” He captured her wrists with his tail and forced her on the floor. Her eyes widened as they were levelled with his erection. “You need a man to show you what you want. Surrender to me.”

He ripped her clothes open, baring her chest to the world. She made a sound of protest and futilely tried to free her hands. But Harry could feel the spark of interest and lust among the terror, surprise and confusion that she was feeling. He smirked and dragged the tip of his length across her cheek, smearing it with precum.

“No! Let me go! I don’t want to-“

The rest of her protest were muffled as he leaned over and kissed her again. His hands went to work on her jeans but the incubus ended up just ripping them off when getting her out of them in her kneeling position was impossible. He pulled back and gave an admiring look and the body before him even as she squirmed and red blush rose to her cheeks.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispered. “Surrender to me.” He kneeled down and separated her legs. She whimpered and bit her lip. “You see, I am something of a sex god. I know everything about what you want, what you need, and am willing to give it all to you.” He forced her on her back against the tiles of the floor and dragged his tongue across the folds that showed yet no sign of wetness. “It’s not even cheating because I am not human. You cannot resist me. Surrender.”

His cock was still dripping with cumming inside the youngest cousin and when the woman did not respond, he angrily grasped her breast in his hand. She keened in the back of her throat from the pain but among all her emotions Harry could feel something surprising. “You like this. You like the pain. You like the way you are losing control. I’ll show you what that means.” He let his hands travel all over her body, touching at the breasts, teasing her belly and ending around her neck. He pressed his nails into the tender flesh and felt the vocal cords vibrate against his palms as she keened from the pain again. “It hurts, doesn’t it? But it also excites you. This is proof enough.” He removed one of his hands from her throat and brought it down, right next to his erection that was now poised to enter her at any moment. He dipped a finger inside her and brought out, licking it right before her widened eyes. “I bet I could make you cum just from holding you down and talking dirty. But I want something out of this too. Surrender.”

Two different sides of her were warring against each other and maybe he was cheating again but Harry wanted to be inside her and let his aura wash over her. Her pupils dilated, her knees relaxed and she nodded in a daze.

It was all the permission Harry needed. He thrust inside her and pulled her body up to him. Still inside her, he picked them both up from the floor and carried them to the room. The sight that met them was unexpected but Harry couldn’t stop a devious grin from spreading over his face.

Victoria was between Suzy’s legs and quite busy making the younger girl moan and grasp at the covers of the bed while her head was thrown back and her eyes closed. Victoria looked up when she saw them from the corner of her eye and she looked as surprised as ever when she saw them both naked and Harry fucking her cousin even when standing. He lowered them on the bed next to the female pair, never breaking in the rhythm of his thrusts. The woman beneath him moaned, finally willingly beginning to answer to his thrusts.

“They look alike,” he commented. His tail snuck up behind Victoria again and began teasing her. She just spread her legs more open.

“Hmm.” She returned to licking Suzy and Harry noticed that the blood had been cleaned away. He might need to do something about their memories on the morning but right now he was fucking and it could wait. Especially when Rebecca wrapped her legs and arms around him and urged him to go faster and harder. He gladly obliged and had her convulsing around his member three times before letting himself empty his load inside her and having a taste of her blood. Yummy.

By then both Victoria and Suzy were on the edge of sleep but he roused them both. “Just one round more, my beautifuls.” He had eaten quite enough and he did not remember a night when he had had so much sex just in the span of a couple of hours but he was no fool and knew an opportunity like this did not come up very often. If ever again without him forcefully making it happen

He arranged his girls right next to each other on the bed and smirked at the sight. Holy Merlin. First he returned the favour to Victoria and let his split tongue work its magic. He licked and sucked at her folds and even though she was exhausted he still managed to tease her to another completion. And his tail kept fucking Rebecca even as he pounded into a nearly comatose Suzy who was the tightest fit and only managed to loosely wrap her arms around his shoulder. His final completion was not the fiery ecstasy that he had grown used to but more a reassurance that he was not hungry and he was healed.

Throwing himself between them and spelling the cover on top of them the young wizard went to sleep knowing that he had recovered. He had survived.

And someday the people would pay.

A/N: That’s all for explicit het sex. I was thinking of only doing a scene with Victoria and then I noticed I had promised a threesome and foursome in the warnings and the idea evolved. I need to point out that Harry being an incubus had a lot to do with them succumbing to him and his instincts told him what to say to make them yield to him. So it was dubious consent but not – in a way that they still agreed and might have even without the magical input. In the earlier scene with Luna he did not use his aura to manipulate her and simply took her because she was there. Even if Luna would have agreed – which she would have as she is not especially traumatized in the beginning of this chapter – she did not have a chance to do so. So I rate it under dubious consent.

Like I’ve said earlier, the plot has been planned and this fic will be around 200 000 words long if my chapter planning stays the same. But OSSAS takes priority. I’ll still try to put up a chapter every few months. Oh, and the song Harry sung as a sire was Evanescence’s Sweet Sacrifice.
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