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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 Notes: Thanks to all those who reviewed!

Madamdragon: Thank you for always reviewing! I realize that the charcoal skin is a bit unnerving, but it’s the creature’s true form. Harry has yet to control his transformation, so he is unable to mask his features of the creature, but don’t worry, he’ll be able to soon learn more about it ;)

This chapter is a sort of extension of last chapter but a Snape POV! The story will continue in the next chapter.

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Eight

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When the hot mouth nibbled at his alert skin, Severus was unaware of what truly brought the boy out of a deep slumber to attack him middle of the night. His body was on alert from the moment he felt the difference in the magic that surrounded him. Having had much of his interest in the Dark Arts, Severus was especially keen on when the magic around him changed to that of something dark. He had opened his eyes, peering at the creature that was biting at his flesh. Forcing himself to come to his senses, he had drawn his wand on the creature that shared features of the boy he had gone to bed with.

Glowing emerald green depths, dark skin that molded into the dark glittering underneath the moon that filtered in small patches against its skin, and finally he faintly made out wings hovering above its shoulders, shifting beneath the wind that brushed against them. Severus had thrown the beast from him, its body sliding gracefully against the surface of the floor as if weightless. Nails scrapped against the floor in its attempts at catching itself. He was up, his wand aimed at the beast, and his brain working overtime to place what it might be.

“What the bloody—“The creature answered with a hiss that sent a chill to run through him. He was never fearful; nothing made his body cringe the way the Dark Lord had. However, this creature made his heart stammer violently in his chest and his breathing to become erratic.

Nothing made sense as he advanced slowly on the growling creature. He recognized the boy immediately from the mass of brown trusses atop its head and the faint lightning bolt scar on its forehead.

“Harry, is that you?” he asked as he did his best to maintain his calm. He sent another spell at the creature and it flew, hitting the opposing wall. “This…”

It finally made sense. He remembered a mythical creature in which shared these properties. However, those creatures had never been documented to be much other than a myth, so his brain did its best to comprehend how Harry Potter might in fact be this creature. The creature paralyzed against the wall, Severus advanced further on it to assess the features. It breathed, evenly despite its attempts at breaking the curse. Severus had to concentrate his magic as the creature as it was strong in its attempts of freeing itself. The eyes watched him, their glowing momentarily strengthening and leaving Severus breathless underneath the beauty. He vaguely remembered Lily’s eyes having once done so when the two of them snuck out to gaze at the stars. Shifting his body, Severus recognized a scent that overwhelmed him and urged him to touch the creature now regarding him.

“How is this possible?” Severus whispered as he flung another spell at the creature before him. It cried out as it fell lifeless to the floor. Severus drew close to it and felt the pulse, but it was steady. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he pulled the creature that he now knew to be Harry Potter, into his arms and settled it onto the bed beneath the covers. The body transformed, losing the wings, darkened skin, and elongated nails, into that of Harry. Perspiration settled over the boy’s brow as he whimpered beneath the covers. Severus felt his body ache to embrace the boy, but he withdrew from Harry all together and made his way to the fire place. His anger was ready to burst as he flooed the Headmaster.

“Ah Severus,” the head of Albus appeared in green flames. “It is quite late. To what do I owe—“

Severus interjected with his rage threatening erupt like a volcano. “I need you here now, Albus.”

The man regarded him for a few moments and then was there, in the room, looking slightly perturbed at Severus’ growing frustration. Severus breathed deeply as he pointed over to the sleeping boy on the bed.

“What is he?” Severus hissed.

“I do not—“

“The boy, Albus, what is he?”

Dumbledore watched him through heavy eyes and then let out a small sigh as he nodded his head. “I assume that the boy transformed. Then our guess was correct it seems. What did the boy transform into, Severus?”

“A creature with black wings, charcoal skin, and glowing eyes,” Severus said angrily. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. The boy in the bed stirred slightly. Severus looked over, his heart pausing as the boy settled back into the bed. He let out another breath and turned back to the older wizard before him, who regarded him with a sad expression.

“It seems that Harry is in fact an Incumutis,” Dumbledore said smoothly.

“They are a myth, Albus!”

There had never been one documented and the information on the creatures was vague and distorted by years of stories that told of creatures much like a succubus or incubus demon. He had read much of these creatures that fed on arousal. It had been said that they fed on arousal several times in a day in which could cause delirium and illness in those it fed on, but also mix a temporary magic with those in which they fed. The magic that the wizard or human would receive was a dark magic in which would temporarily heighten their abilities after a feeding. However, nothing was concrete about the creatures. There had only been a few cases in history documented. It was not even concrete information that they truly existed as they were elusive due to their human-wizard form. A fully trained Incumutis could control their transforming features and mask their dark magical signature. They were said to be truly powerful creatures.

“As you may have deduced by our current situation, Severus, they are in fact very real,” Dumbledore regarded him once more trying to sooth his enraged nerves.

“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!” Severus felt the twinge of guilt as the words left his mouth. He was not sure how much of the creature inhabited Harry’s conscience actions, but he was sure some of which had occurred was due to the dormant blood. However, he was not even sure what he felt for the boy. It was as if any time he was near Harry, he was being pulled by an unforeseen force that beckoned him to protect the boy against anything that might threaten the boy. He had fought all urge to take the boy into his arms when he had thrown the creature from him.

“It can be managed, Severus, do not blame Harry for it.”

“I could have been killed,” Severus almost yelled despite his urge to keep his calm. Some evidence of these creatures linked them directly to Incubi in which could cause death from feeding.

Dumbledore raised his hand to Severus, demanding him to keep his calm. “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 giving him a look that demanded he remain calm. He, however, could not against his better judgment to. The thought that he had not been informed of any of this gave way to his growing anger.

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

“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.” Guilt once more panged through him. He was not sure, but he felt the overwhelming need to be near the boy now that the man mentioned Lucius. He would not allow Lucius to be anywhere near Harry. The man was not to be trusted; he was probably only interested in Harry to use the powers he could receive from the feedings. He was sure that Lucius meant to give the boy over to the Dark Lord after he was sure that Harry was an Incumutis.

“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.”

Severus found himself laughing darkly at this. Just like the old coot to see the best in others when it was not to be found. Lucius was a disease and would only use the boy to his advantage even if not to hand him directly over to the Dark Lord. It all made sense why the man had been so determined to have the boy; it was even more understandable now that Lucius had been enraged that Severus was the one he would be bonded to. Severus found a smirk at his lips at this insight. Lucius would not get his filthy hands on Harry.

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

He was especially gifted when it came to the Dark Arts. Even though there was little known about these creatures, he would be the best candidate for controlling it as he had been dealing with dark magic since he was very young. He could find a way to control this in Harry.

“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?” Dumbledore was rubbing his tired eyes as he spoke, obviously a bit off put by the events that had taken place. Severus had never seen the man look so tired. Although he seemed perk up at the idea of Harry’s transformation.

“Albus—“

Dumbledore turned his gaze to the boy on the bed and smiled. He turned back to Severus and put a hand up to stop him mid speech.

“I do believe Harry has woken,” the man said as he walked over to Harry who was cringing. “Ah Harry, my boy, how are you feeling?”

Severus kept to the other side of the room, keeping his gaze away from the boy now rousing over at the other end. He did his best to keep his head out of the conversation the two shared as his body yearned to hold the boy close. Dumbledore went on to explain what had occurred, and he could feel the boy’s inquisitive eyes on him. Another overwhelming urge to take the boy up and into a tight embrace came over him, but he roughly pushed the urge down.

“Uh, I fail to understand how this has anything to do with last night,” he heard the boy mumble. “If they aren’t real, how would you know one attacked me?”

He audibly groaned at the pure idiocy of the boy. Leave it to Harry Potter to be unable to fully understand what was being told to him. The boy had a knack for being completely inept to understanding. Severus kept his body away from the two and began to look out into the night that was slowly turning into dawn over the horizon. He heard the boy mention that he was not quite sure of what had occurred and found himself slightly interested in that fact. Was the boy unaware of the transformation? He must be a mix blood as it seemed to be a more animalistic side to him that only became present when the urge to feed beckoned it.

Severus felt hints of confusion settle over him. Why did the beast show itself to him and no other? He was pulled from his thoughts as mentions of the man in which boiled his insides, Lucius Malfoy, was once more mentioned.

“Why Lucius?” he heard the boy say, and failed to keep the fury he felt from his features.

“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 barked as he could no longer stay obtuse to the man’s foolish ideas. “I have told you that he is not to be trusted.”

“Severus,” the man replied. “He knows a great deal about these things.”

“He assaulted Harry twice, Albus!”

“Of which I will speak to him about, however, the boy’s dormant blood often has that reaction,” Albus said with a wave of his hand.

“I beg your pardon?” Severus felt the rage again begin to boil.

“This is not the first time that the boy has been assaulted, Severus. Harry might not remember, however.” Severus looked over to the boy who seemed to be lost in thought, unable to hear them. Dumbledore seemed to also catch sight of the boy’s obvious anguish.

“Harry,” the man said calmly as he tried his best to draw the boy from his thoughts. Again, the feeling of needing to protect the boy rushed over Severus. He tightened his fists and stiffened himself to keep his limbs from moving on their own.

Harry feigned a smile, in which Severus clicked his tongue at. The boy was not handling this well at all. Who could blame the boy? He was not only being forced to be raised like a pig to one day face off with a powerful dark wizard, but now he was this creature in which no one truly knew existed or what it truly was.

“Harry, this is nothing you should be ashamed of,” Dumbledore was patting the boy on the shoulder which did not seem to be helping the boy. Severus withheld his tongue in saying so. “It is entirely manageable and both Lucius and I will be here to help you through it.”

Severus snapped, his anger once more returning at the mere mention of the man.

“Albus,” he hissed. Was the man deaf? Blind? Did he not just hear what Severus had said about Lucius? He could feel the irresistible need to strangle the old coot and knock some sense into that batty brain of his.

“Do you wish to also be added to that list, Severus?” The old coot was obviously baiting him, in which he had little mind to ignore.

“It is not safe with Lucius,” he said forcing back his usual calm. He reiterated his point to the insufferable old man. “He is often called to do the Dark Lord’s bidding.”

“You make a valid point, Severus. Might I ask in whom you suggest I entrust Harry’s care to?” Now the old man decided to agree. How could this old coot possibly be the most powerful wizard he knew with that disabled brain of his?

“I shall watch over the boy,” Severus was finally able to manage after moments of berating the old man’s lack of common sense. Dumbledore needed to check in with St. Mungo’s to make sure that brain of his was still working the way it should. Honestly, the man was as insufferable as he was meddlesome.

Severus was once more lost to thought until the headmaster chimed that he had to make an appointment. So now he was left to somehow pull the child out of the depths of depression. Leave it to Albus Dumbledore to make him attend to the child’s inability to comprehend what had just been said to him. The child was already suffering at the hands of long time abuse and now this…the headmaster was bonkers! Absolutely bonkers to think he was capable enough of calming the boy!

“This must be a great deal to take in,” Severus finally said after the man disappeared from them leaving a boy entirely undone by the revelation of it all. Severus was not good at this comforting thing others often did in the face of depression. He had long spent his years internally battling his own past abuse, but never fully recovering and using his outer face to hide away his pain.

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

Again, Severus was at odds with himself. What could he possibly say to the boy? ‘You could still be happy?’ He highly doubted that. They were not even sure if this part of Harry could be controlled.

“I’m sorry professor,” the boy said catching Severus by surprise. What could the boy possibly think that he need say sorry for? “This definitely explains why in a matter of a week we were shagging each other.”

Severus felt guilt overtake him and then a sense of disgust that the boy would think him weak enough to be easily undone by something as simple as an attraction. What he felt for the boy was nothing to do with this dormant blood. He was sure of it. He felt a great deal for the boy, but was still unsure of where it all had come from. Despite it, he felt his anger double over him and send him forward to hover over the boy.

“Is that what you think this is, Potter?” His pulse pumped violently Harry cringed beneath him.

“Uh, isn’t it?”

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

Severus stopped suddenly at the revelation leaving his lips. His heart…The boy had made his heart change and this had nothing to do with sexual attraction. He felt something deep within him for the emerald eyed boy that gazed at him in surprise. What could he possibly feel? He was incapable of loving anyone other than Lily, was he not?

“Not much is known about them,” the boy whispered forcing Severus to peer into the boy’s mind which was entirely unguarded. “You can’t know that for sure.”

He saw the boy’s thoughts of how much he deserved what he had received from the Dursleys and how disgusted he was with himself. Severus almost flew forward as the emotions tumbled through him. Images of self-hatred much like the ones Severus felt for himself flinted through the boy. He was upon the boy, pulling the boy’s chin upwards to force Harry 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 nodded at him and then small arms were encircling him and pulling him into the boy. His body screamed out and he felt the overpowering urge to lay claim once more to Harry. However, he was surprised with the boy pushed him away just as quickly as he had embraced him. Severus did all he could to keep the surprise from his face.

“I’ll go sleep in my room,” the boy whispered as he tried to push past Severus on his way to the door. Severus pushed Harry down and did his best to keep the rage from his voice. He needed to keep the boy safe from his thoughts. There was no telling what might happen if the boy was unable to feed when the urge presented itself.

“You will do nothing of the sort,” he said smoothly. “Now that I am aware of the situation, I will be better prepared if you are to transform again.”

Then the boy’s eyes were glowing once more as a small pink tongue peeked from his lips to moisten them. Severus’ body reacted to the sight of it, sending an array of urges to almost overtake his senses. The boy’s body was beginning to once more transform likely due to the fact that Harry was unable to feed earlier.

“I’m dangerous,” Harry whispered.

Severus held back a groan at the admission. Did the boy know how truly seductive that sounded? He could feel the arousal sink into him and the smell overpowering his calm. He needed to focus otherwise he may just lose himself to the feelings now licking over him.

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

“I trust you,” the boy said his eyes glowing with hints of arousal. The boy was quickly transforming, his skin darkening and glinting beneath the light that was beginning to peak in through the windows. The wings grew beneath him, black feathers curling around skin. The emerald eyes became much more vivid and entrancing. Severus was almost left breathless watching the creature emerge. With enough training, Harry could keep these features from appearing, but something about the way the boy arched into him fired Severus’ need.

“Then allow me to be the one to figure this out,” Severus said as he pulled the boy into his arms fighting back his arousal. However, when the boy moaned into him and trailed his hands over Severus’ chest it was Severus’ undoing.

“What’s happening to me?” the boy whispered and biting back tears.

“You need to feed,” Severus managed to say against the intense arousal that seemed to make every one of the boy’s touches feel like fire burning his skin. He needed to take the boy, and he needed to do it soon or he would go utterly insane from denying it.

“Feed?” the boy whispered as hot kisses were placed on Severus’ neck and a tongue lapped up the perspiration he was now emitting. He felt his body react and he was left hissing as the boy continued the assault of his flesh. He was beginning to feel fear creep into his arousal at the pure animalistic qualities Harry was emanating.

“Yes,” he hissed to answer the boy’s question. The boy was crawling over him, rubbing a hard erection into Severus. Severus did his best to maintain his coherency as the electric waves coursed his skin at the contact. It was completely intoxicating the way the boy felt against him. His need to be inside the boy was entirely too powerful now.

“An Incumutis must feed several times a day to sate their urges,” in which Severus was entirely too happy to oblige.

“What must I eat?” Harry’s voice traveled over him like a hot passion enriching his nerves to become a blaze beneath the boy’s touch. Hot kisses were pressed all over his exposed flesh after the nimble fingers completely undid his button-down dress shirt. Severus had been glad to dress quickly when he demanded Dumbledore to come explain. He let out a moan against his will as the boy bit and tasted overly sensitized skin. His breathing had become labored and his calm replaced by arousal.

“Me, Harry,” he finally said through the haze of his provocation as he forced the boy beneath him. If he was able to deny the boy, he would not because the entire intoxication of it was too much for anyone to deny.

The creature that lay beneath him was erratically becoming his favorite image. He devoured the boy, tasting the sweet mouth over and over again. Severus forced the boy’s legs apart and fumbled with his own trousers in his frantic need to be thrusting into Harry. It was like an urge to be inside that put precedence over any other urge he had ever experienced. He thrusted into the boy, unprepared, and drove into the hot cavern, hissing in the welcome it presented around his aroused flesh. The boy was entirely too stimulating as Harry moaned out beneath him. Nails drove into Severus’ back as he drove into the boy erratically and violently--the urge for completion driving his frantic thrusts.

“Incumutis is a truly beautiful creature,” Severus hissed as he gazed upon the creature beneath him, writhing underneath the violence and pleading for him to continue, faster and harder. Harry was an entirely new being beneath him, but his eyes registered the boy as he once was—emerald eyes, brunette locks, sun-kissed flesh, and strawberry lips. Harry cried out from beneath him, arching into his orgasm and tightening around Severus impossibly. He gave into his own as the boy went motionless beneath him. Severus pulled out of Harry as the creature changed slowly back into the boy he had grown to love. Yes, Severus finally allowed himself to admit it. He was in love with Harry Potter.

To be continued…

End Note: Thanks again for reading! Next chapter should be out within the week!
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