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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author’s Note: I had a friend challenge me to a “what if” challenge. She asked me to either do a one shot or side series to this but what if Lucius Malfoy is who Harry chose. Tell me what you guys think!

The highly anticipated plot twist! It is a rather short chapter, but I promise the next one to be much longer!

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Seven

It was like seeing a rainbow of colors when Harry awoke lying next to his older lover, still fast asleep by the sounds of his deep breathing. It was like he was seeing the night about him clearly, the colors vivid and luminescent in their differentiating shapes. His body felt lighter, as if there was no weight to him as he began to look about the room. Something felt different. As if something inside him had switched on, bringing about a carnal urge to ravage the man near him.

Harry slinked over the body that lay motionless aside from the deep ease of the man’s chest. He traveled his mouth over pale flesh that glowed beneath moonlight, licking and tasting it as if he had only awoken to the need of the man. Harry could not describe the feelings that pooled within him, threatening to burst from his pores and rain over the other. The need was much like he had felt when he had met with Voldemort; a sense of survival that eased over his flesh, prickling it and reacting to it. As if his life depended on it, his mouth sunk and he heard the startled gasp of the older wizard beneath him as he nibbled at the man’s flesh. Hands were weaving through his hair, urging him on as he once more tasted the man’s swollen flesh, milking it with both the hot cavern of his mouth and the moist of his tongue.

“Harry,” the voice said above him. Harry heard the voice as if it was yelling through him, striking a fire to blaze the length of him. He growled and his mouth devoured once more the man’s arousal. He looked up to the man his eyes raking the man’s gaping mouth. And then there was surprise flashing through the man’s eyes. Harry was thrown from him and he skidded across the floor, nails scrapping wood as he caught himself. Harry let another growl out, his body shuddering underneath the urge to lunge at the man.

“What the bloody—!” Severus managed as he rose from the bed, his wand out and pointed at Harry. Harry felt his body tense against the man’s gaze and his urge to lunge tempted to break him. Harry hissed, hearing his own voice and wondering why he sounded nothing like himself. However, he was only able to think for a moment when a bright light hit him, sending him backwards and into the wall. He cried out, sounding again with a voice that he could not recognize.

“Is that you, Harry?” the man said wand still aimed as he advanced on him. “This…”

The man trailed off as he looked upon Harry, who was paralyzed beneath the spell. He was crying out from within, his body trying its best to get out from under the spell and lunge once more.

“How is this possibly?” he heard Severus say before the man threw another spell at him and darkness surrounded him.

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When Harry came to, his vision was too blurred for him to make out where he was. He heard the faint voices of men talking and strained his ears to listen, but the steady thumping of his head made him cringe against it. He breathed deeply to calm the sickening pain and did his best to once more listen to what the others were saying.

“They are a myth, Albus!” he heard the familiar baritone of his professor.

“As you may have deduced by our current situation, Severus, they are in fact very real,” came the soothing voice of the man he had always felt a gentle calm around. He sunk into the bed, slowly growing confused at the conversation.

“You knew! You knew Albus, and you did not bother to think to mention it to me before I bound myself for all eternity to it!”

“It can be managed, Severus,” the voice soothed evenly to the enragement of the other. “Do not blame Harry for it.”

“I could have been killed,” Severus was now close to screaming.

“You do not know that. There is very little known about these creatures and their affiliations with wizards and the like. However, what we do know of them is they are not known towards violence and rather towards…other urges.”

“Sexual urges, Albus! You may as well say it for what it is! They are often compared with a succubus!”

“Severus,” Dumbledore chided.

“I am not some guinea pig in which you can experiment this upon, Albus.”

“You chose to be with Harry of your own free will, my boy. Lucius was happy to take upon my request to help manage the boy’s needs.”

“Lucius was out for the benefits in which could be obtained, Albus. You cannot trust that swine!”

“Ah but you are under a misconception of our dear friend Lucius. He feels a great deal for the boy as I had thought you felt for Harry, my dear Severus. He was willing to deal with the possible repercussions, if Harry were to transform, regardless of the cost to him. Lucius is well-read on this creature and believes he knows enough to contain it.”

“Then why not tell me of it? I could easily gather the correct information in order to help the boy.”

“I had resolved to tell you once you and Harry had decided to bond, Severus. I did not believe it would show itself beforehand, but it is quite interesting that the boy would transform. What had transpired between you two that could have brought about the transformation?”

Harry could feel his body stiffen against the conversation. What in Merlin were they talking about? Creatures? Transforming? Why did any of this have to do with Harry? Harry let out a small gasp as the pounding in his head seemingly increased.

“Albus—“

“I do believe Harry has woken,” Dumbledore said as he came closer, his footsteps light against the padding of carpet. “Ah Harry, my boy, how are you feeling?”

“My head is killing me,” Harry managed to grown before he was given a potion in which he quickly drank down. When his head had returned to normal, he inspected the two men before him. Severus’ usual indifference masked any emotion he might have shown during the previous conversation, and Dumbledore was his usual chipper as he gave Harry a smile and patted his shoulder.

“I suspect you may be wondering what might have happened,” Dumbledore said smoothly as he eyed Harry. “Do you remember anything about what had occurred last night Harry?”

“Uh,” Harry racked his brain and a sudden collage of memories came through his mind. He remembered his need to touch the man, the urge to taste the man, and the overwhelming need to have the man inside of him. Harry merely nodded and looked over to Severus who still maintained an unreadable expression.

“I had been waiting for a better time to discuss this with you Harry, but as it seems no better of a time than the now, I will tell you what we discovered fairly early on in your life. Have you ever heard of a succubus Harry?”

“Isn’t that a female demon that seduces men?” Harry vaguely recalled Hermione talking about it at one time when she was reading about the mythical creatures.

“Very clever, my boy. Yes, a succubus is a female demon in which has been said to lead to a deteriorated health and even death within few cultures with repeated sexual intercourse. There is a creature in myth called an ‘Incumutis’ said to be a relative of the succubus or its counterpart the incubus. It’s often described to be a creature of urge as it derives others’ attraction with a simple scent it seeps from its pores and much like its cousin has an insatiable sexual appetite but its form is somewhat unknown as there are only a few in the history that have been recorded. It has been said that the Incumutis maintains human form aside from a few features: black feathered wings, darkened skin, and bright emerald green eyes. There is little known, however, about these creatures.”

It felt odd having such a conversation with the Headmaster, but Harry found it even odder that the man would want to discuss this with Harry. Harry knew that confusion was tainting his brow.

“Uh, I fail to understand how this has anything to do with last night,” Harry said inquisitively. “If they aren’t real, how would you know one attacked me?”

Severus let out an audible groan as Dumbledore’s smile only broadened. His memory of last night was too hazy for Harry to fully understand what had been taken place, so he assumed his injuries had to deal with the creature Dumbledore was now speaking of.

“We did not believe one had attacked you, Harry.”

“Then why—“

“We believe, after last night’s incident, that you are in fact an Incumutis,” Dumbledore expressed without giving Harry the ability to finish his question. For moments, they sat in silence as Harry tried to figure out what was going on. He was one? How would he be one of these creatures if he had not shown signs of it before?

“How…How is that possible? I’ve never been anything like you said,” Harry stuttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“For a long while, Harry, we believed that your mother had been the reason that Riddle was unable to kill you and were unable to conclude on how she had done so. After we did extensive research and tests, we were unable to understand why your magic had a different signature all together, unlike any wizard. Incumutis creatures have a much more powerful magic then that of a normal wizard. After last evening, it was confirmed when you transformed.”

“So,” Harry tried to swallow around all the information he had just been given. “Just because I had a different magical signature, you think I am this Incumutis thing?”

“Not entirely, my boy.” Dumbledore came around the bed and sat down, shifting Harry against the weight. “What did you experience last night when you awoke?”

“I can’t much remember, sir.” Severus was looking out the window to the side of the bed, and it seemed the man would not like to elaborate on what little Harry could remember.

“Ah,” Dumbledore nodded. “Well Harry, there is a lot we can gather from small things such as magical signatures. Yours is not of a wizard, but of a magical creature intermixed with wizard. It would seem you are not a pure blooded Incumutis. Unfortunately, we do not have much information on these creatures in order for me to explain just what you might expect from this, but Lucius had been charged to see to it that you were managed to our best ability.”

“Why Lucius?” Harry said turning to look at Severus who was burning with rage but looking away from them.

“Lucius is both versed in these creatures having stories within the Malfoy line passed through the generations. I will allow him to explain those, however.”

“You will not,” Severus finally spoke charging in on the elderly man that sat next to him. “I have told you that he is not to be trusted.”

Harry watched the two baffled. He was barely able to register what Dumbledore had said in reply. His mind had grown hazy with the reality. He could feel his body tremble beneath him, lighter than the surrounding air. He closed his eyes, letting go of a breath that had been held for too long. Nothing made sense. Pain, despair, anguish, fear…they were all Harry could feel as he quickly ran over the details Dumbledore had given him about the Incumutis. He felt his heart clench unbearably tight. Was that all the last week had been between Severus and him? An attraction because of the beast Harry is.

Nothing hurt more in all of his existence but the reality that his love, the reason he was able to sleep calmly through the night, was all because of this thing that he was. Harry suddenly felt disgusted with himself. He had taken advantage of Severus even though he had not meant to.

“Harry,” a voice said beyond him. He finally brought his eyes to the wrinkled face of his headmaster. The man’s eyes drew down with worry and concern. Harry tried his best to feign a smile, but it was too much for him and he let out a startled sob. Both men’s eyes drew to him as he collapsed into tears. Just yesterday, he had something entirely for himself. In one single evening, everything had been taken away. It was clear that Severus was afraid of him, and now with the discovery of what he was, Harry was afraid of himself as well.

“Harry.”

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring pat to his shoulder as he did his best to calm his tears.

“This is nothing you should be ashamed of,” Dumbledore continued. “It is entirely manageable and both Lucius and I will be here to help you through it.”

“Albus,” Severus hissed.

“Do you wish to also be added to that list, Severus?”

“It is not safe with Lucius,” Severus said coolly. “He is often called to do the Dark Lord’s bidding.”

The hand on his shoulder was removed and the bed shifted once more.

“You make a valid point, Severus. Might I ask in whom you suggest I entrust Harry’s care to?”

There was silence, and Harry had to bite back a groan. He hated that the two acted as if he was not in the room. He pressed his face to his knees in which he had drawn up in his crying fit.

“I shall watch over the boy,” Severus said finally, Harry’s heart dropping in his chest. If it was one thing he did not wish for, it was to be near the man knowing how revolting he found Harry.

“Good good, my boy,” Dumbledore said. He pressed his hand back to Harry’s shoulder. “Everything will be alright Harry. Severus and I will help you through this. I believe that in time, you will actually be able to harness the powers and use them to defeat you-know-who.”

Harry choked back a cry. That was his only purpose no matter what ailment he may have; his only purpose was to one day kill Voldemort. Deciding not to fight the man on it, he merely nodded. It was enough for today to try his best to swallow around all he had been informed of.

“I will leave you two as unfortunately, I do have an appointment,” Dumbledore rose and smiled down at Harry who did his best to return the gesture. “I will check on you later Harry. Be sure to get some rest.”

The man was gone and Severus stepped into Harry’s line of sight. It seemed he was once more at odds with himself. Harry pushed himself back onto his back and let out a sigh. He heard the man draw closer to the bedside.

“This must be a great deal to take in,” Severus said sounding a bit hesitant which was unbecoming on the man.

“That’s putting it lightly,” Harry scoffed. “Just when I thought…I thought I might be able to be happy.”

Severus said nothing and merely watched Harry. Harry was glad for it because he was sure if the man touched him now, he would cry once more. He wasn’t even sure how Severus felt beforehand. Now he was sure the man had been under some sort of spell because of Harry’s condition.

“I’m sorry professor,” Harry finally managed. “This definitely explains why in a matter of a week we were shagging each other.”

Severus was upon him, watching him through furious glazed eyes.

“Is that what you think this is, Potter?”

Harry was startled by the man’s rage and internally cringed at the man’s state of address. “Uh, isn’t it?”

Severus sneered at him, “Incumutis creatures have control over ones sexual urges Potter, not their hearts—“

The man seemed to trail off once he realized all he was confessing to. Harry felt hope float through him. He quickly pushed it down once more and kept as emotionless as he could muster.

“Not much is known about them,” Harry said quietly. “You can’t know that for sure.”

There was silence once more, and Harry found he could no longer stand it. The Dursleys had been right to abuse him. He was a disgusting thing, unworthy of anything but the death at Voldemort’s wand. It was within a moment of his brooding that his professor was sitting down and grabbing his chin to force him to look at him.

“You never were very good at protecting your mind,” he said sneering. “Do not make yourself believe for one moment any of what those disgusting relatives of yours did was deserved. I may have reacted rather harshly upon the discovery, but hear me when I say that I will be the only one to find out a way in which to control this part of you. Is that understood?”

Harry could only nod at the man. Severus had not once given him reason to doubt him, though the man was insufferable to no end. He decided only to pull the man to him and allow a warm embrace to take him. However, he quickly pulled away from it when he remembered that last night had been all due to being left unguarded.

“I’ll go sleep in my room,” Harry said making to get up.

“You will do nothing of the sort,” Severus said evenly as he pushed Harry back down to the bed. “Now that I am aware of the situation, I will be better prepared if you are to transform again.”

Harry licked his lips and felt his arousal stir within him. He did not trust that he would be able to hold the urges at bay.

“I’m dangerous,” Harry whispered.

“Not to me,” Severus said hovering over him. “Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you,” Harry said resolved.

“Then allow me to be the one to figure this out,” Severus made Harry scoot over a bit more and then pulled the shaking boy to him. Harry wanted to cry again but the urge to touch the man was overwhelming as his vision blurred against it. He let out a moan as his fingers trailed down the man’s shirt.

“What’s happening to me?” Harry croaked.

“You need to feed,” Severus’ voice was low as Harry hand traveled lower still. Harry could feel his body slowly reacting. His senses became slightly heightened; the colors began to glow vividly within his gaze, and his need to touch the man he was no longer able to ignore.

“Feed?” Harry whispered as he placed his mouth at the man’s neck, tasting the perspiration on the man’s skin. He could taste and smell the man’s fear. However, he could not deny the urges that ran through him like blood.

“Yes,” Severus hissed as Harry crawled on top of him and pressed his needy erection to the man’s and thrust. “An Incumutis must feed several times a day to sate their urges.”

“What must I eat?” Harry cooed as he slowly undid the man’s buttons, running his elongated nails over the man’s exposed porcelain skin. He pressed hot kisses where he touched, lickings and nibbling. He moaned when he twisted violently and now underneath his professor who was labored in his breathing.

“Me, Harry.”

Harry whimpered as the man’s mouth devoured his sending relief to course over him like a warm bath. It felt entirely too good underneath the man’s touches. His body pled for him, much like his mouth did when the man removed his. Severus was pulling his own trousers open and then he was violently thrusting into Harry unprepared. Harry arched backwards feeling another rush of relief despite the surge of pain. It was like satisfying a craving. He needed the man in him and hot flesh rubbing against him. Harry curled his fingers, noticing a feather in eyesight as he grabbed it. Turning his head, he caught sight of the wings underneath him and his charcoal skin that glittered like speckled with diamonds beneath the light. Were these his arms? He hadn’t time to contemplate it as another thrust sent him reeling back.

“Incumutis is a truly beautiful creature,” his professor hissed.

Harry cried out as his orgasm as violent as the man above him shot from his body. He felt the world slip around him like he was slipping into sinking sand. Darkness took him into its icy embrace.

To be continued…

End Note: In your reviews, what made Harry turn do you think? Why do you believe Severus and Harry are so drawn to each other? All these will be explained later on, but I’d like to see what you guys come up with. Next chapter! Snape’s POV!
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