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There's Something About James

Written for Dark Fic Month
Challenge at the_pimp_cane
LJ community. 21st March 2004 - 21st April 2004

Title: There's Something
About James

Author: Beren (beren @ dtwins .co .uk)

Challenge: Families - the Potters

Type: Slash and Het

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: JP/SB JP/PP JP/RL JP/LE (hints of HP/Dudley)

Warnings: rape, dubious consent

Summary: The Potters have a rather interesting family secret, and a prophecy
all their own that has little to do with Voldemort. James must do his duty so
that his son may find his destiny.

Author Notes: Thanks to Soph for giving this the once over.

WORDCOUNT: 5494 (according to Word)

There's Something About
James

"James, you will carry
out the task you have been given, and you will do it when I tell you,"
James listened to his father's words and managed not to cringe too much.

The letter that had been
sent home with him at the beginning of the Summer holiday was not too damning,
mostly mentioning some of the pranks he had been involved in, but it said enough
to make his father very unhappy. It made it very clear that James was spending
all his time with the Marauders.

"But I don't even
like her," he tried not to sound like a whiny child, "and she doesn't
like me."

"Liking has nothing
to do with it," his father snapped back bluntly, "and you know it.
Bed the girl and she will be yours forever."

The gaze that fixed him
in place made him believe he was eleven again, and he could not help feeling
ashamed even though he resented the burden on his shoulders.

"James," his
father said a little more gently, "we cannot throw away twelve hundred
years of preparation and an even older prophecy for your foolishness. You are
seventeen, of age in our world and theirs; you are an adult; try and act like
one."

The guilt made it past
the petulance.

"I'm sorry, Father,"
James said honestly, "but it's so hard. I don't even like girls."

His father gaze softened
even more and with a sweeping gesture his parent moved around his desk and came
to stand beside him.

"If that is all that
is stopping you, My Boy," he said kindly, "then there are potions
I can give you to take back to school. I know the way your tastes run; your
beloved Sirius has been living here after all. This is temporary, James, a means
to an end. Lily Evans will be the mother of your son and he will complete the
prophecy. You bedded the werewolf and that Peter boy to bind them to yourself;
it should be much the same with the girl."

"She won't even talk
to me ..." James knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as the words
were out of his mouth. His father's expression hardened once more and James
knew he was in trouble.

"Rape her if necessary,"
his parent said pointedly. "She is a tool; a vessel; do not let human sentiment
get in the way boy. You are a true Incubus, never forget that. The moment you
join with her she will be in your thrall. Play the game, James; pretend to be
a pathetic human wizard in love with the green eyed witch, and when all the
elements of the prophecy have been fulfilled you will bring your son home to
us, and he will rule the world with the rest of us at his side."

When his father spoke so
vehemently his parent's grip on his human guise slipped slightly and his eyes
lost their human blue, flaring with supernatural purple. It was not often than
any of the family slipped up and James knew that his father would take nothing
but his firm promise that he would do his duty.

"A few years, James,"
his father continued, softening again, "that is all we ask of you, then
you can have your Sirius and never look back. Our kind will come out of hiding
and we will throw down those fools who thought to wipe us out. Lily Evans will
die to save her child, as it is written, your son will defeat their Dark Lord,
taking his power, and we shall rise up and take our rightful places as rulers.
Twelve hundred years, James; that is how long we have cowered in the shadows
pretending that we are just like them and in a handful more years that will
end."

In the face of his father's
reason James knew that his objections were the mewing of a child and slowly
he drew himself to his full height. He had a duty to his family and his race
and if it meant taking Lily Evans as his bride then so be it.

"I'm sorry, Father,"
he said without trying to hide his shame, "I have been a dishonour to our
clan. I will do what I must."

With a smile his parent
placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed supportively.

"I know it is difficult,
James," his father said much more gently. "I was lucky, I had yet
to find the one I wished to spend my life with and I came to love your mother
after I took her. If it will make it easier, I give you my blessing and permission
to make your relationship with Sirius complete."

James lifted his eyes sharply
from where he had been staring at the desk. He had not expected to hear those
words from his parent for many years and he could not help the joy that he felt
in his heart.

"Let your Sirius know
what it truly means to be part of this family," his father told him warmly.
"Then take strength in the knowledge that when you have both played your
roles in destiny you may return to each other."

====

James literally ran from
his father's study to where he had left Sirius sitting in his room. They had
known that there would be a confrontation when they returned home from school
and James had all but convinced himself that Sirius would be thrown out, or
worse, forced into thrall with another of his relatives to keep him out of the
way. That he would finally have what he truly wanted and Sirius would be completely
his was beyond James' wildest expectations.

"Sirius," he
shouted even before he reached the door to their room, "Sirius," he
repeated as he grabbed the door handle and charged through.

The black haired beauty
that had captured his heart from the moment he first saw him on the train, looked
up as he came in, the most startled expression on his perfect features. Sirius
had known what James was for three years, ever since James had cornered him
in their dormitory the Christmas of their fourth year and seduced his fellow
Marauder. Sirius had never been into boys the same way James was, but when a
true Incubus wanted someone there was little the object of their desires could
do about it. Sirius had been his from the first kiss and the headstrong Gryffindor
had adapted to the roll quickly.

Some of his race chose
to make pets of the lover's they took, dominating both male and female and using
them more like decorative pieces than human beings, but James had never felt
that way about Sirius. He had barely had to influence any control over him after
the first week, and they really were friends as well as lovers.

Peter on the other hand
had taken over a year to adapt to the idea that James owned him. He always had
to exert some control over Wormtail, although the boy's mind was not strong
enough to actually fight him. Peter was a tool and one which he would throw
away eventually, after it was broken.

Their group would not,
of course, be complete without Remus: the beautiful werewolf. James had to admit
that he was rather taken with the boy's looks and he admired his brains. Remus
had not resisted at all, he hadn't even needed to be seduced. In fact he was
the only person to ever realise what James was and he had come to him and offered
himself like a prize. His reasoning was that the Marauders had been better friends
to him than anyone else had ever been and James controlled the Marauders. Remus
liked being controlled; it took away the danger of the wolf.

There was only one he really
loved though, and that was Sirius; his beloved and the holder of his heart.

James fell to his knees
in front of his lover, smiling brightly up at the man who was his world.

"Father," he
said breathlessly and had to pause to bring his speech under control. "Father
gave me permission to seal our relationship; if you'll have me that is."

Sirius had been aware that
he was James' since he had explained what he was, but if his lover agreed, James
could make himself as much a part of Sirius. It would never be an equal relationship;
James would always be the dominant factor; that was just evolution, but it would
be far more mutual.

For a moment Sirius just
stared at him as if he didn't quite understand and James was worried that he
was going too fast; however, the blank expression was soon replaced by a beaming
smile.

"Of course I'll have
you, you loon," Sirius said warmly, "I love you."

However the expression
did not last as the black haired man frowned as if something occurred to him.

"What about Evans?"
he asked slowly.

James sat back on his heels
and looked his lover directly in the eye. Sirius could be a jealous partner
and James had had several arguments with him over what he had had to do at times.
Of course James had won, Sirius was his to command, but it still pained him
to see his lover distressed.

"I have to perform
my duty," he said evenly, but firmly. "I love you and only you, but
I will pretend that I love Lily and we will have a son. This I cannot change."

Sirius' eyes narrowed with
anger.

"Going to seduce her
like you did me," his lover asked viciously; "another conquest to
add to the collection?"

James took Sirius' hands
and refused to let him get away.

"Sirius," he
said earnestly, "you know what I am; you know what I have to do. I love
only you, but sex is my weapon and I will use it. Lily will never fall to my
charms, she hates me. Father recommended a direct approach."

Sirius frowned even more.

"You mean rape,"
he said bluntly.

James raised his eyebrows,
but nodded.

"I want to help,"
Sirius stated his terms and James was shocked only for a second.

It appeared that his lover's
jealousy would have to be assuaged so he nodded again.

"You can be there,"
James replied firmly, "as my consort it will be your right. I want us to
be part of each other, Sirius; please don't turn me away because of what I must
do."

They were tense seconds
as he waited for his lover's reply and he did not bother to breathe. Only when
Sirius finally nodded did James pull in another breath to allow him to speak.

"When," he asked
excitedly, "when will you do me the honour?"

"Are you busy now?"
Sirius asked, anger flowing out of his features to be replaced by a cheeky smile.

It was one of the things
James loved about his partner; Sirius' ability to flow from one emotion to the
next so easily.

"Can't think of anything
particularly urgent," James replied lightly and moved up to kiss his lover.

Sirius relaxed into the
touch and it didn't take long for James to push his lover back on the bed and
climb on top of him. Although he was often dominant, James was not an exclusive
top, but in this instance he had to be and Sirius was already allowing him to
take the lead. The excitement that had been building up over the time since
his father had given him permission to do this and he had had to suppress while
he spoke sensibly, came spilling over. Sirius' shirt lasted less than ten seconds
as he took it in both hands and ripped it in two. When he started kissing his
way down his lover's chest Sirius moaned and pushed himself off the bed into
the contact.

This was what James had
wanted for so long; the thing that had been holding him back from doing what
needed to be done. If he had not met Sirius on the train that day he might have
found himself with Lily Evans from the start, after all he had known what part
she would play from the moment his father had brought him into his heritage
and explained what his role would be in the prophecy. Sirius had changed everything
and now James was going to make them as close to one as it was possible to be.

"You are so beautiful,"
he whispered to his chosen consort, trailing kisses and nails over sensitive
skin. "I want everything you are to be mine."

"Everything I am is
already yours," Sirius whispered back through moans of pleasure and laced
his finger's in James' hair.

"But I am not yours,"
James said, drawing himself up above his lover and looking down at him. "I
will take you, Sirius," he continued seriously. "I will take everything
you have to give and more and I will give to you of myself. This is forever,
my beloved, I will be part of you as you are part of me."

Sirius looked deep into
his eyes for a long moment and then his lover reached down to the button fly
of the trousers he was wearing. With deliberate slowness Sirius released the
buttons of his own garments and reached inside, pulling out his already hard
cock. Then equally as deliberately he reached for James' trousers and released
the fastenings one by one. When Sirius' nimble fingers reached under the fabric
to touch his erection James felt his power jump in response and Sirius pulled
him free.

"Take me, James,"
his lover said firmly. "Take me hard and fast and join us together forever."

The supernatural creature
that lived inside James' skin did not need telling twice and with urgent haste
he stood up, shedding his clothes as he went. Once he was naked his pulled off
Sirius' boots and socks before removing his lover's trousers with one swift
movement. Humanity be damned; James let his wild nature free and he pushed Sirius'
leg back as he climbed back onto the bed.

The need in him and the
need he felt from Sirius would not allow for long foreplay and he dispensed
with the requirement of preparation using a couple of whispered spells. The
advantage of being what amounted to a sex demon was that there were certain
things that he could do without the aid of a wand. Then without pausing he leant
over Sirius, lined himself up with his lover's entrance and thrust in with one
stroke.

Sirius arched off the bed
and gave a horse cry as James felt himself fill his lover in a single motion.
The tightness around his cock was all encompassing and James could barely hold
still as he waited for Sirius' strained muscles to adjust. He did not want to
damage his lover in his fervour, but it was so hard not to ravage Sirius with
no thought. Humans could be so fragile and although his lover would be far more
resilient after this was finished he could still be hurt easily now if James
let himself go.

"I'm ready,"
Sirius said as he looked into his eyes, "I want this, James, please, I
feel like I might explode."

He could feel that his
lover was open to him even without the words, on a mental and physical level.
This was something they had talked about so many times, something that they
had both wanted, and now James could barely wait. The one human being that meant
anything to him was laying beneath him, impaled on his cock, virtually begging
for more and James could deny neither himself nor his lover.

Pulling out almost all
of the way he rammed back in, taking Sirius hard as he had requested, and his
lover cried out in response. This set up the pattern where James held Sirius
in place and pounded into him as roughly as he dared, wringing from his lover
sound after sound. With the erotic sight of his lover spread in surrender, hands
twisted in the sheets and expression somewhere between pain and pleasure, it
did not take James long to climb to the next level.

As orgasm approached he
could feel his power rise, feel his essenbe moving to the point of bontabt,
and this time he did not try and bontrol it. To bind a human to him took only
a tiny amount of his true power, but James was not binding Sirius to him, he
was binding himself to Sirius and that took far more.

One more thrust sent him
over the edge and his seed and his power flooded out of his body at the same
time, right into Sirius. His lover put his head back and screamed, purple tinged
light erupting from Sirius' eyes and mouth as James' energy poured through his
body, changing cells and bringing to life every nerve.

For one instant James felt
everything that was Sirius as his lover came in an explosive shudder, shooting
milky fluid and fiery power between them. This was it, the completion of what
James had known had to happen the first time he had seem those dark eyes. Sirius
was his for as long as he lived and he was Sirius'. His frail human would not
grow old like his compatriots and he would not die until death came to claim
James as well.

As he collapsed onto a
now limp and unconscious Sirius, James smiled; they would be together for centuries,
maybe even millennia, and this human was his and only his. Sirius would be changed,
more resilient to damage, a little stronger, wilder emotions at times, but nothing
that would make his stand out too badly. Nothing could ever take his beloved
Sirius away now; James would even be able to call him back from the grave.

====

Lily Evans had tried to
scream when Sirius grabbed her from behind as James watched, but after James
relieved her of her wand and Sirius clamped his hand over her mouth she had
been no match for two boys, both larger than her. A silencing charm; Sirius
holding her down; James ripping off her clothes and it was soon done; Lily Evans
was in his thrall. He allowed her, her mind, but he removed all will to oppose
him, and suddenly Hogwarts had a new fairytale romance on its grounds. She never
stopped fighting him; he was aware of Lily trying to break free for the whole
of their relationship, that was until little Harry was born.

The others had never fought
him, not even Sirius, but Lily did, right up until the moment she looked into
her son's eyes for the first time. Then all resistance died in her and James
had not even needed to influence her as Harry took over for him. It was not
conscious of course, but even at less than a day old his son had had more power
over another human being than most of their race ever dreamed.

By the time she died, James
had been almost sorry to see her pass away. She had been a good mother to their
child and he did not like to see good tools go to waste. Against all logic Sirius
had grown to like her as well and his rage at Peter's betrayal had been real,
even though Peter had only been playing the roll James had given him.

When Sirius had been hauled
off to Azkaban he had been under the influence of enhanced emotions that he
was still not used to dealing with even after years and James had been unable
to get him away. Playing dead for a being who only breathed to speak and create
the illusion of being human was not difficult, but it had taken far too long
for him to leave the Aurors with an illusion they could bury, as far as he was
concerned. By then Sirius had been locked up and it had taken James days to
break into Azkaban, by which time his lover had already had several close encounters
with Dementors.

He had taken great pleasure
in disposing of one of the creatures who had come close to breaking into Sirius'
cell; it was not as if the ministry ever counted the things. Then he had created
a facsimile of Sirius to leave in the cell and taken his lover home. It had
taken months for him to bring his Sirius back and James made a note of exactly
who would be paying for that when Harry fulfilled his destiny.

It was hard to watch his
child mentally abused and physically neglected by the Muggles, but plotting
revenge helped, and when he had to send his Sirius back to the world to interact
with those he had been cut off from for so long, he wished it was already over,
but he bided his time. When Sirius' role was finished and he brought him out
of the veil, James has been much happier. His father had insisted that Sirius
live the life of a convict and three years was too long to be apart in James'
opinion.

On the eve of Harry's seventeenth
birthday James went to his father's study in the same way he had that Summer
day so long ago. This time there was no confrontation and few words.

"Bring him home,"
his parent said with a smile.

At the stroke of midnight
James forced open the door of the Dursleys' pathetic, suburban box of a home
and walked up the stairs without even attempting to be quiet. Sirius was only
a few feet behind him and his lover had been wearing a huge grin ever since
James had told him where they were going. Ever since his close encounter with
the Dementors Sirius had been waiting for the time when he could start to take
revenge, and ever since his time spent with Harry, James knew his lover had
also wished to be avenged on any who had hurt the boy.

"Get out of my house!"
Vernon Dursley all but screamed as he charged out of his bedroom looking like
an overweight paisley curtain.

It was obvious to James
that the only thing the man had seen was his wand, but with his hair long and
minus the stupid glasses he had worn to disguise his eyes, he probably looked
very different, so since he was also considered dead, James could forgive the
man for not recognising him. Of course, that was the only thing he would ever
excuse Vernon Dursley for.

"I won't have you
freaks invading my house," Dursley blustered.

"Hello, Vernon,"
James said coldly with a smile that had been known to make grown men wet themselves,
"I've come for my son."

Without waiting for a response
he flicked his wand and sent magic ropes at the speechless Muggle. Then he gagged
the slug for good measure, slammed the bedroom door shut to trap the man's astonished
looking wife and sealed all the other doors bar the one he knew was Harry's,
to make sure they were not disturbed.

There were padlocks all
down the door to Harry's room and with a single gesture they all fell to the
floor. Anger for the injustice done to his child tried to take over, but James
did not want to frighten his son so he put it away for later. Calmly he opened
the door and stepped into the dark and almost silent room.

"Expelleramus,"
he heard almost before he was through the opening.

His wand went flying out
of his hand before he had time to think and he was suddenly very proud.

"Harry, we're friends,"
Sirius stepped into the doorway behind him and James heard a strangled gasp
of recognition from somewhere in the darkness.

Scanning the room trying
to pinpoint his son, James reached blindly behind him and flicked the light
switch. His eyes settled quickly on Harry who was crouched in the far corner,
wand in hand, eyes round and staring.

"Hello, Harry,"
he greeted with a smile, "we've come to take you home."

The boy, no man, (James
corrected his own thoughts since his son was officially of age by more than
five minutes) was obviously shocked and his eyes continually flicked between
Sirius and James as if he was waiting for one of them to turn into Voldemort.

"Both dead,"
Harry whispered, barely loud enough to be made out.

Harry at least seemed to
recognise his own father, which pleased James no end and he smiled at his son.

"No, Harry,"
he said warmly, "we are both very much alive. There are things you need
to know and we are here to explain them to you."

Given his life to date
James did not blame his son for appearing sceptical at that, but he was not
in the mood to duel it out even if he could reach his wand before Harry hexed
him, so he took another route.

"Harry, put down your
wand," he said firmly and dropped any pretence of being human.

Harry was going to be the
most powerful of any of them, but his son had yet to shed his human disguise
for the first time and so James was more than a match for him. The bright green
eyes, so like his mother's, glazed over and Harry placed his wand on the floor
without argument. Imperio was only a pale imitation of true power to control
and James used his to avoid the confrontation that would otherwise have been
inevitable.

"Stand up and move
to the bed," James said calmly and Harry obeyed.

He retrieved both his son's
and his own wand before sitting down beside his child as Sirius hovered in the
doorway, watching for any surprises. As soon as he was comfortable he released
his hold on Harry and waited for his son's reaction. For a few moments Harry
sat there completely silent, looking between James and Sirius; Harry was definitely
afraid, but James was proud of the way his son did not panic.

"You could have made
me do anything," Harry said eventually, "what are you and why do you
look like my father?"

James smiled at the sensible
questions, his appreciation of his son's self control growing by the second.

"I am your father,"
he said plainly, "only your mother died that night Voldemort came for us.
As you may have noticed I am not human, and neither are you. Leaving you alone
in the human world for so long was an unfortunate necessity."

Harry's eyes were wide
with shock and James knew he had not won his son over so easily, but he also
knew he was making an impression.

"Sirius?" Harry
looked to the man in the doorway.

"It's true, Harry,"
Sirius replied openly. "I'm sorry I had to leave you, but it was necessary
to make you ready."

"You had to learn
to be completely independent," James said calmly. "Sirius has been
my lover since we were fourteen; everything he did was at my order. He cried
for two days when I brought him back from the veil; that is the effect you have
on people, Harry."

The look of betrayal crossed
his son's features, but was quickly wiped away and James knew that all the hardship
Harry had been subjected to, had worked; he was ready for his role in life.

"If I am not human,"
Harry asked slowly, "why does everyone think I am?"

Another sensible question
and the one James had been waiting for, he smiled again.

"Because when we are
born of human mothers we are almost human until we relinquish it willingly,"
he explained patiently. "Our species used to mate with chosen females and
then leave the children until they came of age, like a cuckoo in the nest, but
we have evolved beyond that. We are true Incubi, Harry."

Harry looked confused.

"But I thought..."
he started before James held up his hand.

"The wizarding world
persecuted us into virtual extinction over eleven hundred years ago," he
told his son calmly. "There are spells which can hold us, and they ripped
out our hearts until there were only a few of us left. We can hide among them
like their own and thirteen hundred years ago there was a prophecy. One day
there would be a child born, destined to rid the world of a dark wizard and
to rule our kind and their kind, bringing with him our golden age. You are that
child, Harry."

Green eyes narrowed in
suspicion.

"Prove it," Harry
said evenly.

James smiled and gave his
son a nod. He held out his hand and placed his palm on Harry's forehead. His
son held himself still although James could feel the tension in Harry, especially
when he dropped his semblance of humanity again.

"Feel me, Harry,"
James said firmly, "feel what I am and let yourself answer."

Harry appeared dubious,
but reluctantly closed his eyes. It took only a few moments before James felt
his son's innate power reaching out to him.

"That's it, Harry,"
he encouraged warmly.

When it came, Harry's break
out was almost overwhelming as his power literally leapt up to all but consume
James. As his son was truly born he knew why his child was going to save them
all; he had never felt anything like it, not even from the old ones. When he
came back to himself he was looking into a pair of violent green eyes with a
deep purple glow right at the centre; that gaze could have brought anyone to
their knees.

"Hello, Harry,"
James said a little breathlessly, "welcome to my world."

"By Merlin, James,"
Sirius said in an awed tone, "he's magnificent."

Harry blinked at them both
and James remembered the shock of adjustment even though he had only been eleven
at the time. He gave his son a few moments.

"I..." Harry
said hesitantly, "I feel incredible."

James grinned very broadly;
the look of complete ecstasy on his son's face told him everything he needed
to know.

"Now you understand,"
he said warmly and passed Harry back his wand. "Are you ready to come home,
Harry?"

The smile his son gave
him was almost frightening. The smile disappeared quickly, however, and was
replaced by thoughtful consideration.

"Surely showing our
hand immediately will work against us," it appeared that with his fears
quashed, Harry's sharp intellect was back in control.

"We thought a Death
Eater attack: your Aunt and Uncle can be made to believe anything quite easily
without even having to control them completely," James said smoothly, "and
you could be missing for the remainder of the holiday. When you return, the
wizarding world will let out a joint sigh of relief and you will know all you
need to know about our race. There are plans afoot to force Voldemort's hand
some time early in the New Year, at which point you will step into the roll
of hero. Of course we will allow the Death Eaters to erode the defensive forces
for a while before crushing them, therefore leaving the way open for our coup
to walk in and fill the gap."

Harry appeared thoughtful
again for a moment as if considering the whole thing and for the first time
James did not feel in control; for the first time he felt the full extent of
his son's power.

"I don't think my
Aunt and Uncle are going to survive the attack," Harry said almost disinterestedly,
"and you mentioned controlling completely, how is that done?"

For a moment James was
stunned by his son's blood thirsty pronouncement, but slowly he smiled again;
they had created an incredible weapon and Harry appeared to be more than ready
for his task.

"Sex," he told
his son honestly. "Once we join with a human being they are under our thrall.
The strength of the individual is equivalent to the strength of the thrall,
but members of our line can hold tens of humans in under our will. My father
has at least one other Incubus within his power as well, I am sure you are capable
of much more."

Harry's face clouded with
distaste for a moment, but James was pretty sure it was not at the general principle
that was worrying his son.

"Guess Dudley and
I will be becoming better acquainted than I had ever thought," Harry said
and slowly stood up. "I'll deal with that later, but first I really want
to have a little talk with Petunia and Vernon."

Sirius gave James a huge
grin as Harry walked calmly past him and James could not help returning the
gesture; he had been looking forward to this for a long time.

The End
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