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Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the
characters, I own the plot. Also, if this is similar to any other fics, it was not intentional. As per usual, any original
characters, theories about magic and anything not already known to the HP world
is mine. I borrowed the concept of the Living Metal from Yuri Narushima�s Planet Ladder so no; I do not own that
concept.

A/N:
This chapter is unBeta-ed
and to me, this chapter is not so great so you have been warned. However at the
most, it will explain why the Incubi are so interested in Harry. Enjoy!

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
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Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter VI

Celibacy

Celibacy is not hereditary.

-Guy Goden

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The Throne Room

Shadow Keep, First Sphere, Demon Realm

Tuesday the 5^th of August
1997 (past event)

11:55 PM

Miltiades
Pyrrhus Nefastus, King of the Demon Realm, was highly
annoyed. What would it take to convince the human Grand Duke to Bond to his
son? Miltiades had offered everything imaginable to the young human and he had
turned every offer away to the point where the King had resorted to attempting
to abduct the Grand Duke. Aristides was handsome, intelligent, powerful and
well mannered, a true Prince. It was an honor to Bond to the Prince of Demons
yet the human Grand Duke wanted neither Aristides nor any other Incubi who had
made an offer for his hand. Queen Photine had suggested that the Grand Duke,
like the majority of the Incubi preferred the female form and had proposed
marriage on behalf of her niece, Lady Hypatia. The
Grand Duke however had very politely declined and stated rather
straightforwardly that he was not interested in Bonding to an Incubi or
Succubi. The way things were going, he was surprised he had avoided a
rebellion.

Lord
Sotiris had been the one to accidentally stumble upon the Grand Duke after
being unexpectedly thrown out of the Chaos Plane while traveling from the
Mortal Realm back to the Demon Realm. To say he had been surprised to see a
quarter Incubi would have been an understatement and while he usually preferred
the curvaceous female form, he had been unable to resist the handsome youth. Of
course he shouldn�t have abducted
the Grand Duke and plied the stubborn youth with Lust Potions but Sotiris had
never been a patient Demon. Fortunately the Grand Duke had been rescued by his
Instructors/Protectors but the damage had already been done, he wanted nothing
to do with his brethren.

Lord
Sotiris had wisely informed him of his discovery and Miltiades had sent one of
his scholars to investigate. Aaron had returned raving about the mysterious
human, who was surprisingly a Necromancer and a powerful one at that. Barely a
day after listening to Aaron�s report, Miltiades had the youth abducted again
and had proposed Bonding him to Aristides. Miltiades was honest, were he not
Bonded to his Queen he surely would have arranged a Bonding between the youth
and himself. Even Incubi like Sotiris who preferred women could not have
resisted the youth, with his ink black hair, emerald eyes and tanned skin. The
youth however had declined politely and returned to his school, traveling
through the shadows like a true Shadow stalker, rare as they were amongst the
Demons.

Word
had spread by that point, and soon all the Incubi who were so inclined were
interested at seeing the human who was worthy enough to be Bonded to their
Prince and soon enough the abduction attempts on the human began to rise. At
the time Miltiades had been too busy with other affairs to pay it much mind but
once his Enchanters had finished tracing the lineage of the human, he had been
quick to spread the word to the populace. The youth was a Grand Duke, a
descendant of a former Incubi King who had ruled nearly thirteen centuries ago
and as such, would only be worthy of Bonding to another Royal Incubi or
Succubi. Had Aristides been only faintly interested in the Grand Duke before,
he was now ecstatic at the opportunity to Bond to the youth. Aristides had
barely waited to change into clothes that would blend in better in the Mortal
Realm before rushing off to woo the Grand Duke who had by this time, learned of
ways to ward against other Incubi.

Days
passed before Aristides was able to find a way around the wards but the Grand
Duke had just brushed off his wooing and informed them that he was not
interested. So the days had turned to weeks with constant attempts to abduct
the Grand Duke and make him see �reason�. So far though all attempts had failed
though a few had come very close but the Grand Duke had thwarted each just
before transportation to the Demon Realm where victory would have been assured.
Aristides was getting impatient and Miltiades was getting more and more annoyed
by the stubbornness of his future son. At the moment he was sprawled behind his
desk, stacks of scrolls littered his desk as he waited for word on the latest
abduction attempt.

Aristides
had gone along to yet again attempt to get the youth Enthralled which left
Miltiades waiting silently in his room. Just as he was going to send for
refreshments from the kitchens, the door at the end of the room burst open and
his son came storming into the room, face flushed.

�He
escaped again?� Miltiades asked wearily.

Aristides
shook his head, growling. �No, he�s gone! Vanished! No where to be found at the
school or on the island!�

�Then
he�s gone home, it is fortunate that I have contacts in the Mortal Realm. From
what I have read your intended is now back in his home country of Great Britain,
it will take a few days at the most to track him down but fear not, we shall.�
Miltiades replied as he pulled a bell cord which would summon his Spy Master.

Nicolas
appeared bowing, �My king, how may I be of service?�

�Have
the search moved to Great
Britain. I want the majority of the
searchers placed in London as it is the only other Wizarding Center then Hogsmeade but should all else fail have them moved to
Hogwarts on September second. We shall get the Grand Duke and he will become
the Prince Consort.�

�As
you command, your Highness.� Nicolas answered as he quickly left the room to
contact his servants.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Summoning Chamber

Eagle�s Spire, Devon UK

Wednesday the 6^th of August
1997

2:08 AM

The
moment the door closed behind the last of his �guests� Harry let out the scream
of rage he�d been holding back. At the moment he could care less if they could
still hear him, the first person to walk through that door was going to be
hexed into the next dimension and stay trapped there for the rest of eternity!
After stomping around the room angrily, Harry decided that if he was going to
be miserable he was going to be miserable in style. A quick scan in the hall
revealed that all his guests had left the grounds. Growling softly to himself,
Harry stormed out of the dungeons and to a sitting room off the Entrance Hall.

Moving
towards the liquor cabinet, he poured himself a glass of Firewhisky
and greeted the day with a scowl that even his dear father couldn�t have
rivaled. I can already tell that this day isn�t worth climbing out of bed
for; Harry thought with a grimace as he tossed back his shot and filled it
up again. A few shots later, he left Eagle�s Spire determined to spend the day
in bed with his books, where he could have some privacy to plot his way around
whatever machinations Voldemort and his father would have come up with by
evening. Yes, Arcanum was worth every broken bone and drop of blood he�d shed
if only for the cold logic instilled that would force him to continue on no
matter what happened. Already the gears in his head were turning and things
were beginning to fall into place.

As
much as he hated being Voldemort�s lackey and as much as he�d rather go on
defiantly being stubborn Voldemort had a very good point, he was the only one
alive who had all the facts. If there was something Harry hated the most in the
whole world it was having someone knowing critical information about him or a
situation he found himself entangled in. So now came the hard part, figuring
out just how much power they both wielded and each other�s boundaries. Harry
had read dozens of books about Voldemort�s first rise to power and his
subsequent reign but that had been the old Voldemort. The current Voldemort was
considerably wiser and more cautious, thanks to thirteen years spent bodiless.
From all reports, Voldemort was a powerful and very intelligent man, who when
he decided to strike, struck hard and fast crippling his enemy. That was enough
to make him hesitate but then there was the threat that loomed over him, just
what exactly was he?

Harry
knew that disobeying an order from Voldemort caused pain and Harry knew that
his Transformation was definitely the result of whatever Potion had caused his
conception but beyond that he was completely clueless. The only other thing he
could be certain about was his Gift of Necromancy that was an inherited
Blood-Gift through the Illusionist. What other Gifts he had inherited through
his bloodline he couldn�t be sure and then there was the fact that if James
Potter had magically adopted him, it was possible he had inherited some of the
Potter Blood-Gifts as well. All in all it was going to be a complicated
procedure to untangle what Blood-Gifts came from whom and what was either an
enhancement or a Gift through the Potion. As Harry slipped into his room, he
mentally cursed his life, Fate and Voldemort.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Throne Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Wednesday the 6^th of August
1997

2:15 AM

They
arrived back in Voldemort�s Throne Room, everyone looking rather tired and worn
out. Voldemort barely remembered dismissing everyone as he departed for his
Private suite of rooms to think things over. Of all the people he�d prepared
himself to see Harry Potter, the Bloody-Boy-Who-Wouldn�t-Die was not someone he
had expected even in his wildest imaginings. It was absurd and by Merlin, more
ironic than anything he�d ever experienced in his life. How much more ironic
could it get? He had killed Potter�s �parents� and tried to kill Potter four
times only to find out that Potter was one of his Dragons! The
Boy-Who-Was-A-Weapon now was his by all rights and though he (Harry) wouldn�t
make things easy, victory was now assured.

Absently
Voldemort walked up three flights of stairs and traversed several corridors
before stopping in front of what was obviously his suite of rooms. Glancing at
the stone double doors, which were guarded by several imposing snakes, he
hissed out the password Eternity. The
doors swung open noiselessly and shut behind him with a muffled click. The
walls were made of solid green marble with white marble columns; intricately
carved snakes slithered across the tiled floor hissing softly. Blackwood and
ebony dominated the furniture in the room, plush chairs and sofas were covered
with chenille throws in green or black with silver trim. A fireplace cast a
warm glow on the dark woods of the bookshelves and desks as lamps bathed the
room in a soft glow that was strangely relaxing. Very few people would have
envisioned this room to fit Voldemort�s tastes but even a Dark Lord needed a
cozy retreat.

Bypassing
the sitting room and the door on the left that opened up to a large
study/library, Voldemort continued straight to the door in front of him which
led to his bedroom. It was sparsely furnished just a wall of mirrors on half
the left side wall with a walk in closet, a huge bed made of ebony wood that
made a King-sized four-poster look like a child�s bed and two nightstands next
to the bed. The bed was covered in dark emerald green sheets over a goose down
mattress and a fluffy silver silk goose down duvet. Unlike the sitting room,
there were no decorations though the snakes could wander into his bedroom but
were forbidden except in extenuating circumstances. Voldemort strode over to
his closet and walked in grabbing a satin robe, black silk boxers and several
large fluffy Egyptian Cotton towels.

Upon
exiting the closet, Voldemort headed directly across to the door on the right
side of the room which led to his bathroom. Being a Dark Lord had no better
perk then the one he was now standing in. The room was easily the size of both
his sitting room and his bedroom combined. With black silver veined marble
walls and white marble floors, one would almost think the room stretched into
infinity. The entire ceiling was charmed to mimic the sky outside only far more
crisp and clear. Walking farther into the room and to his right Voldemort
passed by his four head shower and the door that led to a separate loo and sink. Normally he would have gone straight into the
steam room but he needed to think and what better place then the whirlpool bath
the size of a child�s wading pool? With a wave of his wand, faucets turned on
and the jets of his bath roared to life as the bath was filled. Another flick
of his wand and salts and oils were added to the bath, coriander and cardamom,
he loved the combination of spice and citrus.

When
the bath finished filling, Voldemort stripped out of his clothes and slipped
into the hot water, groaning with contentment. Ever since he had spent thirteen
years as a bodiless specter, he had learned to take the greatest pleasure from
having a body and indulged himself shamelessly. After all he was the bloody Dark
Lord, Terror of the Wizarding World, who was going to tell him that he couldn�t
spend three hours in his bath if he wanted to? No one that�s what, Voldemort
thought as he idly reached for the small cabinet next to the bath which
contained a variety of drinks. Any other day he would have poured himself a
nice glass of Madeira but he needed something
with a bit of a bite to it if he were to make it through the rest of the day.
Reaching for the brandy bottle, he poured himself a glass as big as his fist
and drank it absently as he plotted.

�First
of all, we need to find out how exactly Lily Potter arranged to be impregnated.
Second, we have to begin plotting to have Potter �killed� and Severus�s son arrive. I�ll have to begin tentative contacts
with another Ministry to have a birth certificate and other papers forged. Hmm,
the hard part of course is convincing him to serve me faithfully, he�s a
stubborn boy, no�man.�

�We
have quite the history together and he�s already admitted to the fact that he
positively hates not having a say in
his life. Not that I would blame him, with the way that everyone has treated
him. I wonder,� Voldemort said eyes widening. �I wonder if anyone�s truly seen Potter for who he is and not who everyone expects him to be. Perhaps that is
where I failed so many times before; I did not study him carefully enough and
from what I have observed, he is a more than capable actor. I will have to
observe him more carefully in the future.�

�He cannot escape my Service so that�s not a
matter I have to worry about and it�s apparent that he�s stubborn enough to
withstand a direct order. He�s powerful enough from that display of magic alone
earlier; I wish I knew more about Necromancers but they are so rare I should
count myself lucky to have one within my ranks.� Absently swirling his brandy,
staring at it as if it held all the secrets of the universe, Voldemort scowled,
�If it were not enough that it was Potter
of all people, it�s also the fact that he�s almost two years ahead of the rest of the Dragons on the Transformation
and whatever other Gifts manifested from the Anguis Potion. That shouldn�t be
possible at all, even when one considers the bloodline he is descended from!
How like Potter to redefine everything that would have been considered normal
for a regular witch or wizard! The Anguis Potion was the most complicated Potion ever dreamed
of and it was timed down to the last second but Potter somehow manages to twist
even the simplest things!�

Worked
up into a temper, Voldemort threw his shot glass across the room where it
smashed against the wall. �And the brat dares to insinuate that I cannot win this war without him! Me! Lord
Voldemort! Arrogant little devil!� By now Voldemort was shouting, one hand
pressed against his suddenly pounding temples and the other fisted in his silky
raven hair. His crimson eyes flashed ominously but all he did was take a deep
breath and sink underneath the hot water, letting it do its own magic. After a
few minutes he surfaced, still feeling annoyed but slightly amused.

�I�m
not sure what I find more disconcerting, the fact that I know I need him on my
side and have to compromise or the fact that I�d rather have him naked and in
my bed for the rest of his life. Very well, I suppose there is no point in whining
about it, what happened cannot be reversed so I best make the best of it. If I
weave my web correctly I may just catch him unaware and then we will see who
needs who more.� That said, Voldemort grabbed a loofa
and soap and started washing his body, in a hurry to begin writing out ideas
and convincing arguments to get Potter to do as he wanted.

Once
he finished washing his body and hair he climbed out of the bath and towled himself off before slipping into his boxers and
robe. It had taken him over a year to find a way to reverse his appearance back
to that of the handsome youth he had once been many years ago. Voldemort strode
over to a large wall mirror examining his body. His hair was just a little
longer than shoulder length, silky and so black it had blue high lights. Eyes
the color of crimson stood out in a handsome face with high cheekbones and a
firm square jaw. Standing at almost six and a half feet with a finely muscled
frame which was always covered in the most expensive and elaborate clothing he
struck quite the image.

Voldemort
was sure to keep his body toned by practicing his fencing and hand to hand
combat, neither of which he used in real situations but it was always better to
have options. Drying his hair with a charm and moving over to his vanity to
brush his hair, he contemplated whether to sleep at all but decided that it was
more important to get his plans in motion. After grooming himself, he headed
back into his bedroom and to his closet where he pulled on slacks, a plain
shirt and silver trimmed green robes. Once he was dressed he headed into his
sitting room, he had plans to make and people to Floo.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Library

Snape Manor, Cumbria
UK

Wednesday the 6^th of August
1997

10:48 AM

It
had been a long night, one filled with one too many surprises and more
revelations then he would have cared to know all in one evening. He had
returned home from the Dark Lord�s Mansion a little after two o�clock in the
morning and he had immediately retired to his bedchamber with a Dreamless Sleep
Potion which was the utmost cowardice on his part. As he slipped into the arms
of Morpheus he had hoped that he would wake in the
morning with everything having been nothing more than an awful nightmare.
However when he�d woken up staring at his midnight blue bed curtains, he�d
known without a doubt that last night had been no dream however much he wished
it had been.

He
had a son and the name that his had spent seventeen years answering to was
Harold/Harry James Potter! Of all the irony! Snape wanted to bellow and rage at
someone for this fluke of Fate but he of course could speak to any one except
the Inner Circle about his son. Severus raked a hand through his hair,
resisting the urge to tug at it in frustration. It would be a miracle if he
didn�t have nightmares for the rest of his life about that night. After all, it
had begun innocently enough with Voldemort inquiring after his Dragons. Then a
lovely mystery reared its head and, of course, who else could have been
entangled in it other then Harry Bloody Potter!

He
remembered vividly the exact instant Potter�s Glamours
had faded and in that shocked silence Snape had recognized his family�s
features, the sharply paned face but oddly enough, not the nose. Oh the
resemblance was slight, if one didn�t know what to look for, but Severus had
spent thirty odd years looking at his reflection. Before the shock could
completely fade Potter had opened his mouth. What else could he have done but
prove himself the son of a Gryffindor and a Snape then insulting and mocking
everyone around him while going through every Snape expression and gesture?

Then
the Dark Lord had begun his interrogation and Snape had alternately wanted to
strangle the ghost of Lily Potter and his arrogant, smart-mouthed son. It was
impossible! It should never have happened but what did one expect from a bloody
Gryffindor, especially a red-haired one who thought a few weeks of having the
ability to Prophesize suddenly made one equal to the Oracles of Delphi! Did all
his schoolmates make a pact to make his life Hell whether alive or dead? And
now he was stuck with a seventeen year old son who he had belittled and hated
for years for being the �son� of his enemy! He could only hope that Fate would
be kind and stop throwing surprises of that magnitude at him, he may not
survive the next bout. Snape sighed as he glared at a Potions book, now I
have to take him in if only to keep up the pretense and I thought being a spy
was hard. No, what�s going to prove to be hard is surviving the rest of
my life with the brat without giving into the urge to strangle him!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Harry�s Bedroom

Number 12 Grimmauld
Place, London UK

Wednesday the 6^th of August
1997

11:02 AM

He
was having the best dream of his life, Voldemort was gone and he had left the
Wizarding World to travel like he had always dreamed of. It was a Full moon and
he was walking along the sandy beaches of New Zealand without a care in the
world. Everything was perfect the sand beneath his bare feet, the ink-blue
night sky filled with stars and the silver rays of moonlight. The waves lapped
gently against the shore and a soft warm breeze blew, making the trees sway
rustling. Best of all, the burden he had carried for so long was gone, he was
finally free. Tilting his face up to the night sky he watched the stars twinkle
and grinned.

From
a distance he could hear a voice calling his name, �Harry!�

Ignoring
it in favor of continuing his midnight stroll Harry kept walking but the voice
came closer and close until�

�Harold
James Potter! Open this door right now!� Hermione�s slightly shrill voice
screamed from the other side of his door.

Emerald
green eyes snapped open with a start and Harry was out of bed with half a dozen
spells on the tip of his tongue, his body ready for battle. It took him several
heartbeats before awareness sunk in, he wasn�t free he was a captive of the
worse sort. Glancing at the clock, he glared when he realized he had only
gotten a few hours worth of sleep.

Cursing
at the voices on the other side of his door, Harry strode over and jerked it
open, �What?!�

Hermione,
Ginny and the Seventh Year Gryffindor boys were standing in front of Harry�s
door, all of them wearing a dumbstruck expression on their faces.

�Well?�
Harry snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

Seamus
blinked, �Wow, I never thought that you were hiding a body like that underneath
your clothes!�

Harry
glanced down at his body and then back to his unwelcome guests. �You woke me up
just to tell me that I look good?�

Before
anyone could say anything else, Sirius came bounding up the steps, �What is
taking so long? Harry ought to be�� Sirius trailed off at seeing his nearly
naked Godson standing in the doorway of his room with an irritated look on his
face.

�Is
anyone planning on telling me why they wanted to wake me up or should I just go
back to bed?�

Hermione
cleared her throat, �It�s almost noon and we hadn�t seen you up yet and you�re
normally awake before us so we were worried about you.�

Harry
glared at them. �I assure you that I am perfectly capable of taking care of
myself. Now, if that was all I will be going back to my room I need to finish
my work before school starts.�

�I�m
sure you�re work is important Harry but we�re having an Order Meeting over lunch
which I�m sure you�ll want to be present for.� Sirius added before Harry could
storm back into his room.

Harry
started cursing in several languages as he turned back around and slammed the
door shut. Standing on the other side of the door, everyone exchanged looks.

�Someone
woke up on the wrong side of the bed,� Neville commented before retreating to
the safety of the drawing room on the first floor.

Sirius
just shook his head and shooed everyone back downstairs leaving Harry to get
ready. Twenty minutes later Harry strode down to the kitchen which was bustling
with Order Members. Heads turned as a scowling Harry Potter entered the room
dressed in all black. Taking his seat between the remaining Marauders Harry
gave everyone the barest of nods before leaning back in his chair, arms crossed
over his chest.

Remus
exchanged a look with Sirius before hesitantly turning to Harry. �Are you
feeling well? I know you were ill a few days ago and you seem to be a bit�moody
at the moment.�

�I�m
fine.� Harry grumbled, his emerald green eyes darkening to near black.

Several
people sitting close by shared identical looks of disbelief.

�If
you�re certain,� Remus said slowly.

Harry
ignored everyone answering in monosyllables to anyone who spoke to him. Dumbledore
arrived and as they had lunch they gave reports and discussed possible actions.
Harry was silent though he absorbed all the information and reactions as he ate
his food. Oh yes was he right, today was one of those days were things get
worse.

Sirius
nudged him to get his attention, everyone was looking at him and Harry resisted
the urge to snarl. �What?�

The
twinkle in Dumbledore�s eyes dimmed at little at Harry�s tone. �I asked how
your studies were going and if you had anything to mention?�

�My
studies are going just fine though I will probably be spending longer periods
of time in my room so I can finish all the books Headmaster Randolph lent me.
As for anything worth mentioning there are two things, I�ve arranged to meet
Mr. Ollivander on the eighth and the twenty second
for my private appointments. As for the second thing I will be unavailable on
the eighteenth I have some�business that needs to be taken care of and before
you ask, I cannot and will not be telling you anything more about it.�

Some
of the Order members looked as if they would protest but Dumbledore just raised
a hand and they fell silent. �Very well then Harry, unless there is anything
else we are finished here.�

Once
the meeting was dismissed Harry quickly left the room, ignoring the speculative
looks cast his way. He had plans to make and was not in a sociable mood.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The
moment the door shut behind Harry, everyone sat back in their seats and
Dumbledore sighed. Things were getting very much out of hand and Harry was not
doing anything to close the gap that now stood between the Savior of the
Wizarding World and the Order of the Phoenix. In the beginning Dumbledore had
hoped that Harry would settle down after a few weeks when he had enough time to
re-adjust to life in Britain but that had not happened. If anything Harry had
become even more isolated then previously and no one knew how to reach out to
him without risking sharp or derogatory remarks.

�Tonks if you would, please get the students we need to talk
about Harry.� Dumbledore asked as he poured tea into his cup.

Tonks got
up and wandered off to find the students. Besides the Weasleys,
Hermione and the Seventh Year Gryffindors other students fourth year and up
were in attendance. For the past year the children or siblings of Order members
gathered to be taught additional defense classes at least once a week. While
the adults met and discussed Order business the students would gather and
practice or learn Defense techniques. After poking her head into the Order�s
Room of Requirement Tonks was followed by the two
dozen or so students back to the kitchen. Dumbledore had already supplied
additional chairs at the table and more refreshments and snacks had been set
out. After everyone was seated and settled with a drink or food Dumbledore
spoke.

�I
am sure that I was not the only one who was having concerns about Harry but I
believe it is finally time to start discussing the probable cause of his recent
behavior and attitude. As I�m sure everyone has learned over the last three
weeks, Harry has changed much not only in his physical appearance but in his
thought and behavior. I admit that I believed that he would have settled in and
relaxed his sharp attitude; it appears that I am wrong. So, let us first begin
by sharing our impressions of him and any recent irregularities in his mood.�

Ginny
hesitantly spoke up, �He was very different when he arrived but everyone
noticed that. He was cooler towards everyone, yourself in particular
Headmaster. Harry didn�t really want to talk to any of us I think, he
looked�bitter.�

�He
sounded and acted bitter and I don�t think any of us should have been
surprised, from his perspective we abandoned him.� Remus said quietly. �We
didn�t talk to him before sending him off to Arcanum and now, I think he�s
gotten the impression that none of us care about his opinion or him in general
besides as a weapon.�

McGonagall
gave Dumbledore a pointed look. �If I remember correctly, many of us believed
that we should have at least brought Harry back to Great Britain after his
relatives were killed last September. It would have done him some good to be
back if only for a week but even that was denied to him and how did we tell him
that his relatives died? By post�three days after it was printed in the International Zephyr.�

Dumbledore
had the grace to look ashamed. �I have made my share of mistakes and I admit
that freely, Minerva. Had I a chance I would redo many things differently but I
fear that isn�t possible and now we must live with the mistakes.�

�Things
weren�t great in the beginning but they got even worse just a few days after he
came back,� Hermione interjected nipping the who-to-blame argument in the bud.

Ron
winced in memory, �Blimey, he was just awful
for days, like a girl during that
time of the month. Thought he was going to tear some heads off he was in such a
bad mood.�

Several
of the women and girls in the room shot Ron dirty looks for his comment but
refrained from making any remarks about his choice in likening Harry�s mood.

�He
looked sleep deprived for a few days after he came back and like Ron and
Hermione mentioned, he went through a few days of being in a very bad mood.
After that he was up earlier than any of the adults training and working
himself to the bone. He was in a bit of a better mood though. After that he
wasn�t acting any more oddly other than the day of his birthday and Sunday when
he was ill and didn�t leave his room.�

Seamus
snorted, �And he�s right back in the same kind of mood he was in just after he
came back from Arcanum.�

�Would
it be too much to hope that he has mentioned what he is studying so avidly?�
asked the stately Emmeline Vance.

Those
who lived with or saw Harry on a regular basis shook their heads.

�He�s
only mentioned reading a book by Giles Sainte-Armand,� Moody stated flatly.
�Said he was �studying the enemy� though it�d be fair to guess that he�s
reading a few books on Dark Arts.�

After
another half hour of talk with no one seeing any obvious reasons for Harry�s
mood swings, the meeting broke up with the adults heading back to work and the
students back to their practical studies.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Throne Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great Britain

Thursday the 7^th of August
1997

12:30 AM

Voldemort
waited as his Dragons and their parents arrived, waiting for Potter who was
after all the whole reason behind needing to Call his Dragons. Everyone was
prompt but then again Potter did have to slip past the wards at the Phoenix
Headquarters. Idly his followers chatted as they waited for the last of their
group to arrive. Several minutes passed before Potter arrived, glaring.

�I
trust you are well?� Voldemort asked politely.

Those
close enough to where Harry was standing could have sworn they saw his eyes
blaze. Harry, who was dressed in green and gold silk robes, looking as if he�d
just come from an important Dinner party growled.

�No,
I�m bloody not well! I spent the entire afternoon being coerced into playing games and talking to children because according to someone, I needed to �socialize and
have fun�! And then when I thought my day could get no worse I was forced to attend a stupid International Defense
League dinner at Hogwarts! With my bloody luck
I was seated between a Casanova whose aim for the evening was to get into my
pants and an inane chatterbox of a witch whose lifelong dream is to be Mrs. Gilderoy Lockhart! So tell me, can you honestly say I�ve
had a good bloody day?!�

Heather
Buchanan Zabini, whose eyes were the very color of the
flower she was named after, looked very amused, �Any other Wizard or Witch
would be flattered to be seated next to Brendan Ryder.�

Harry
snorted as some of the wizards and witches present straightened, intrigued.
�Yes well I�m sure that�s true, however he rather reminds me of my most ardent
would-be-abductor Aristides.�

�Oh,
why is that?� Pansy Parkinson asked curiously.

Harry
glowered at no one in particular as he pulled out yet another packet of vanilla
flavored Silk Cut. �They both have an annoying habit of being unable to keep
their hands to themselves and attempting to Enthrall me, one far better at it
than the other. If I had a bloody galleon for all the times I�ve been felt up
the last two years I�d be so rich I wouldn�t have a place to put all the
money!�

Snape
frowned as he watched his son light a cigarette and begin smoking. �When did
you pick up such a disgusting habit?�

�When
I started Arcanum of course, we�re not treated like mindless sheep there,�
Harry snapped irritably. �It�s not my personal preference however but until I
get the next dose of Hereditas suppressum
(heredity suppressor) I�d be bloody surprised if you saw me doing anything else
but smoking and it�s all that bastard Ryder�s fault.�

Narcissa
looked at him oddly. �Why would you need Hereditas suppressum and why would it be Ryder�s
fault?�

Harry
paced restlessly as if unable to stop moving. �I�m a quarter Incubus as you
already know but I would suppose from the idiotic questions you�re asking that
you don�t know even the most basic things about Incubi or Succubi. So let us
begin at the beginning, what are Incubi?�

�Demons,�
Altair Lestrange said firmly.

Harry
shot the older boy a derisive look, �What kind
of Demon?�

Morag
MacDougal took over the explanation. �They�re said to be very handsome and
well, sexual creatures with powerful magic.�

�Well
done, you explained it all with that one sentence. It goes against my nature to
be celibate and thanks to that idiot Ryder and his wandering hands I�m going to
have to be very careful not to get myself abducted until my Potion is delivered
later this week.�

�Huh?�
asked Macnair.

Harry
was quickly loosing his temper. �Morgana�s tits, are
you really that stupid?! I�m bloody horny but I can�t do anything about it
since I need to be a Virgin to keep my bloody protection! The Incubi will be
able to sniff me out at this rate!�

By
now everyone was staring at Harry who was growling and pacing, clearly
radiating sexual frustration.

Valerius
Lestrange blinked, �Sniff you out?�

�Any
full blooded Incubi or Succubi who wanders within five miles of me will be able
to tell that I�m in season, a Virgin and unclaimed. I doubt it would take more
than five minutes before someone is sent along to investigate and another two
minutes before they realize it�s me and attempt to abduct me�yet again. It�s
that idiot Ryder�s fault! If he hadn�t groped me I wouldn�t be radiating the
fact that I�m in season.� Harry paused to glare at his father, �And thanks to
my blasted parents and my ancestors I�ll always
be in season!�

Voldemort
took a deep breath and resisted the urge to bellow at the top of his lungs.
�Why don�t you explain this a little more?�

Harry
shot the older man a dark look. �What more is there to explain?�

Lucius
glanced at him, �Perhaps the real reason why the Incubi are so�obsessed about
you?�

Harry
was about to unleash a tirade against them but the cold guttural words of the
Dementor Lord echoed in his mind. �It is better to make allies than enemies,
young Necromancer. It is better to collaborate for the greater good, namely
your wellbeing than to suffer and hide your secrets.�

�Fine,
I suppose I should have been more�forthright from the beginning. The Incubi as
I�ve mentioned before covet me beyond the fact that I am a quarter Incubi and
capable of natural pregnancy. I don�t know how much you know about Necromancy
but it rarely manifests in Wizards because it is a form of Demonic Magic, one
that even the Incubi and Succubi are not capable of. To some extent they can
trace it and female Necromancers end up on the receiving end of
their�attentions. � Harry explained running a hand through his hair. �I wasn�t
joking when I said that there is a price on me in the Demon Realm, I�m a rather
unique personage even amongst them. Incubi and Succubi are in season once every
ten years for about six months while I unfortunately am always in season as all
humans are which is why the moment they trace me, they�ll be after the male
Elite as well. After my first abduction they attempted to gain my compliance by
going through formal channels, offering me the prestige of Bonding to the Demon
Prince. I could have had just about anything I desired had I agreed but they
could never have given me what I really wanted.�

Rodolphus
Lestrange looked pensive. �Do you think they will
make a formal offer or go straight with abduction?�

�I
couldn�t say to be honest, after the trouble they�ve had with me they might
find it easier to just abduct the others. It�s been two years and they haven�t
given up on catching me so I doubt they�d make it so easy on the rest of you.
However as all of you are mainly human, they won�t give you as much trouble I�m
sure.�

Lisa
Turpin frowned, �I thought you said that they�d leave you alone?�

�If
I was wholly human they would have to but as I am a quarter-Incubi I doubt that
even a Soul Bond would stop them. Demons are clever and as they�we channel Chaos magic, it would not be
hard to unravel even a Soul Bond if someone was smart enough,� Harry shot
Voldemort a look. �And only a fool would underestimate the Royal Incubi. Their
bloodline goes back farther than even the Illusionist who was wholly human and
there have always been rumors about the Incubus that fathered Merlin.
Unfortunately I can attest that he was fathered by a Royal Incubi.�

Voldemort�s
eyes widened as bits and pieces of the puzzle began falling in place, which
explained a great deal. �A well placed obsession then, I imagine that they are
interested in renewing the blood of their linage?�

�They
are very earnest indeed; I doubt they�ve ever agreed so adamantly on anything
before.� Harry replied rolling his eyes. �Just my bloody luck too I
imagine.�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Hopefully
my explanation made sense, I poured over it several times to make sure that it
came out logical and it makes sense to me at least. I will adjust it most
likely after it�s been Beta-ed and depending on if you all understood things.
More Snape/Harry interaction in the next chapter which will continue on from
this on, the Defiant!Harry will be toned down until
after he gets his Suppressor Potion. At the moment he�s too sexually frustrated
to be annoyed at anything other than the fact that he�s radiating his position
to all the Incubi nearby.

Clarification
time:

Why the Incubi want Harry-

1)
He�s a quarter
Incubi

2)
He�s capable of
natural m-preg (you need Potions in this world
otherwise)

3)
He�s got old,
very old Royal Incubi blood.

4)
He�s a
Necromancer and they want to see if it�s possible to pass it on to his
offspring.

5)
He�s always in season,
so lots of possibilities to have kiddos. In season as in being fertile, not
just receptive to sex.

Next chapter: Voldemort and the other DE�s reveal the �Kill Potter
Plot�, Snape begins to prepare for his son�s �arrival�, Harry�s second visit to
Ollivander and a run in with the Incubi!

Happy
Holidays, everyone!

-SheWolfe7
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