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Fury of the Hellspawn: The Tale of an Incubus	By : apocalypso Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 39860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N:
Alright. This fic is just something that came up�extremely dar, featuring
Evil!Harry. I want to make it clear right now: THERE WILL BE EXTREMELY GRAPHIC
SITUATIONS IN THIS STORY.

If this is not your cup of tea, don�t read it. There will be
gore. There will be sex. There will be rape. There will be extreme violence.
There will be demonic aspects to the story�devoutly religious people, you have
been warned.

Now�don�t expect regular updates. I�m working strong on my
other fic, and this is just to blow off steam and vent the dark situations that
I would like to write into the other
one, but won�t since it will be irreversibly ruined. This is a Harry/Harem fic,
with Bellatrix being his main romance character.

Now�happy reading, and don�t flame concerning the stuff that
I JUST mentioned. Also, if you would be so kind, please refrain from reviewing
with drivel like �oh�you is one sick mofo� or �UPDATE!!!!1!!!111!!!!1�

Thank you.

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Chapter 1: Privet Drive

Red eyes glittered maliciously as Lord Voldemort, the
Darkest Wizard in eight centuries gazed dispassionately at the perfect little house in front of him.
With trimmed hedges, mowed lawns, cream paint and overbearing normalcy, it
represented to him all that he hated about muggles. Their very kind was a stain
on the Earth, in his opinion, one stemming from a childhood of abuse and
neglect that he would never disclose.

The only one who knew of the Dark Lord�s beginnings was
Albus Dumbledore; and that too, through legilimency, a skill that could no
longer breach the Dark Lord�s defenses.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Turning, his high pitched voice emerged as he sneered �Come
along! I grow tired of your uselessness!�

The followers he addressed blinked in response and jumped
into action, none willing to incur the madman�s anger by pointing out that they
were waiting simply for Voldemort to finish indulging in his irritable reverie.

Stepping in close to him, the all placed a hand on his
extended left arm, where he had drawn up the sleeve of his robe to allow him to
touch his bare skin. On his forearm was a long slice extending from his wrist
to his elbow, allowing mucus-like blood, tinged a filthy shade of yellow, to
flow in ugly droplets. Shudders of revulsion were quashed mercilessly as their
fingers touched his impossibly pale flesh, the sick, cold feeling of reptilian
skin causing the nausea that they were experiencing.

In a humorous two-step, the group shuffled close to the
house, covering the fifty meters or so that separated them from the front door
over an arduous five minutes.

The reason for this impromptu dance of sorts was simple, yet
complex. The blood-wards over Privet Drive
extended forty five meters around the house in each direction. Since Voldemort
bore Harry Potter�s blood in his quasi-reptilian veins, he was exempt from
them. The wards served to restrict any magical persons who bore ill-intent
towards Potter, but the brat�s blood in Voldemort�s body meant that he could
escort them in as long as they kept in constant contact with him. Of course,
this could only be achieved if they touched his lifeblood, not if they grasped
his robes in the way that pleased the sycophantic Dark Lord. He was loathe to
allow them to touch him, but the prize he would find was well worth the
discomfort.

Their odd shuffle ended as the group reached the front door,
and a wordless spell from Lord Voldemort opened the door with nary a sound. A
few of the Death Eaters exchanged startled glances, wondering how the Dark Lord
had managed to draw up the resolve to keep himself from blasting the door to
shreds.

The Dark Lord in question sneered to his followers �Do not
be imbeciles! Dumbledore�s Order must have a few watchers here, and loud noises
will attract them. The Disillusionment charm that we wear right now wards us
against visual identification, and my spy has informed me that neither the
werewolf nor that blasted Moody are on duty tonight.�

They needn�t have worried, for Hestia Jones was peacefully
slumbering in the front yard, covered by an invisibility cloak.

The group entered the house silently, and Voldemort yanked
his hand away from his minions, causing them to start at the sudden compulsion
to leave immediately. They shuffled nervously, trying to fight the incredible
itch that drove them towards the door, creating the compulsion within them to
flee the house immediately. Snarling at their lack of skill in Occlumency to
keep the compulsion charm out, he restrained them with a glare, and waved his
wand, intoning a short chant. The wards were added two new charms in that
moment, one to stop any change in the wards and magic of the house being
recorded by monitoring devices and another to cease the compulsion charm. Then,
thinking again, he waved his wand once more, and added a silencing charm to the
immediate perimeter of the house.

The Death Eaters heaved a silent sigh of relief as the urge
to flee the area suddenly ceased. They turned attentive eyes towards their
master, who looked at them as if to size them up.

�Macnair, Rabastan: You will deal with the older muggles.
Bring them down here silently. Nott, you will fetch the younger muggle. Bella,
Rudolphus, bring Potter down. On second thought, have some fun with him for a
while; I shall entertain myself with the Muggles for a while. He has no way of
escaping, for the house has wards to prevent apparation and portkeys. I will reinforce
the apparation and portkey wards, so there should
be little chance of Potter escaping unless you bungle things up. I would
retrieve him myself, since I am well aware of your general incompetence, but I
find myself more eager to watch the torture of his family first. Remember, my
Death Eaters, you have created enough problems for me already. You are treading
on thin ice.�

A series of gulps was heard as the Death Eaters moved to do
their Master�s bidding. Casting silencing charms on their shoes, they made
their way up the stairs.

Macnair and Rabastan quickly entered the Master Bedroom and
placed silencing charms on the sleeping couple before levitating them down,
flashing insane grins. Nott followed a second later, levitating a still
sleeping Dudley.

Seeing the others� success in their missions, Rudolphus and
Bellatrix approached the last bedroom. Bellatrix, still shivering from the
contact with her master�s skin, eyed the locks on the outside of the door with
distaste. A flick of the wand caused the door to open silently, and they
stepped in to the darkness of the room.

Rudolphus smiled evilly as he saw the prone form of Harry
Potter lying on his bed, covered with a tattered sheet. He experienced some
confusion as he looked around the room, noticing that it was threadbare at
best, more appropriately describable as a hovel. The wallpaper was peeling, the
floor unpolished, and there seemed to be the remnants of what looked like bars
on the window. Training his wand on Harry, he watched his wife take up a position
at the foot of the bed, and flicked the switch to the light.

Brightness flooded the room, illuminating almost nothing.
The room was sparse and tiny, with nothing more than a tiny closet built into
the wall and a small table with a chair. There was a space on the other side of
the bed that held a battered trunk, a pile of weights and a few books
haphazardly strewn across the room. Mentally voicing his disgust, Rudolphus
turned to Harry, who was still sleeping obliviously, although his eyelids were
creased due to the light.

�Wake up Potter!� he snarled, �We�re going to have some fun
with you!� Bellatrix winced slightly at the brashness of her �husband�, but
said nothing.

Harry slowly came to life, his body re-animating in short
jerks as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. To his credit, Bellatrix thought,
he did not start or scream; he simply blinked in surprise. As his eyes met
hers, she was a flash of emotion in them, although she could not interpret what
it was.

In an almost experimental manner, he said �May I get
dressed?� Rudolphus went puce colored at Harry�s statement, shuddering with
rage. Angrily, he tore the blanket away from the boy, only to start as he
realized that Harry was completely naked. Bellatrix started as well as her eyes
raked over his body disbelievingly, seeing musculature on him that had not been
there at their battle two months ago. Then, her eyes found his crotch, and they
widened even more, an urge to choke in disbelief erupting momentarily. Harry
was barely able to fight down a blush at the woman�s stare.

Rudolphus, rather, smiled evilly, and licked his lips in a
disgusting fashion. �My, my. How well we have grown, Potter. I do believe that
the Master will not mind if I was to have my fun in an altogether different manner.�

This time, he did get a reaction, as Harry went pale at the
thought of being violated by the disgusting man in front of him. Throat dry, he
said �But�you have a wife?�

Rudolphus laughed cruelly. �A mere convenience, Potter. I
cannot beget an heir with my�tastes,
so I must use her. She, of course, has been singularly unproductive in that
respect.� Harry paled again, eyes flickering towards Bellatrix for a second,
and seeing a blank expression in return.

A tapping on his window distracted Rudolphus for a second,
and that was all that Harry needed. He leapt forwards, smashing Rudolphus in
the solar plexus with his shoulder, using his bed as a brace for his leap.
Crushing the older man against the wall, he received a loud grunt of pain and
then a shriek as the doorknob smashed against the small of Rudolphus� back,
making the beginnings of a large bruise. Clumsily, he took advantage of the
man�s distraction to snatch the wand from his hand, and used his elbow to
strike him in the face, breaking the man�s nose spectacularly. Holding the now
limp man�s body as a shield, he barely managed to avoid the stunner from
Bellatrix� wand, causing it to hit Rudolphus instead.

Harry was struggling with the weight of the man, being
forced to hold him up by the scruff of his neck to maintain the physical shield.
Bellatrix, who was staring into his eyes, suddenly started in shock and fear,
noting that Harry�s eyes were anything but fearful now. They held nothing but
malice.

Eyes flashing, Harry snarled �Should I demonstrate my
Cruciatus now, Bellatrix? Do you doubt my hate?�

She sneered at him, and replied �Why don�t you try your
best, itty-bitty Potter? Do you think you can beat me?�

Harry smiled coldly. �No. I cannot beat you in a duel. But
make no mistakes, I can kill you. It
will take only two words, Bellatrix, at point blank range. I am shielded, you
are not.�

She realized that he was correct, knowing that he blocked
the only exit to the room, had Rudolphus as a shield, and doubtlessly had
enough magical power to cast the Killing Curse if need be; multiple times.

�But can you do it, Potter? Can you cast the curse?� She
taunted him, hoping for him to give it up. �My Master and three others are
downstairs, entertaining your family.
You cannot win.�

He was staring at her, the same cold smile playing about his
lips, and she felt shocked as she recognized what emotion was in his eyes.

Lust.

Swallowing nervously, she lifted her wand again, holding it
experimentally in front of her as if she was unsure of how to proceed. She
could easily out-duel him, for he was no match for her. However, as things
stood right now, he had the upper hand unless she backed up and dropped out of
the window, an unpleasant prospective. For some reason, though, she felt loathe
to actually duel him.

Harry stared at her for a full three minutes, his eyes
boring into hers powerfully. Then, the hand that tightly clenched Rudolphus�
robes relaxed, and the older man dropped to the floor in a heap.

Staring at her, he said �I�m saving you a lot of trouble.�
She looked perplexed, wondering why he had given up his advantage like that.
Her grip on her wand became sweaty as her eyes were once again exposed to his
naked flesh.

Distantly, she heard him say �I feel an undeniable urge to
prove myself.�

Then, the next thing she heard was �Crucio.� She blanched slightly as he husband was awoken with the
most horrific screams pouring out of his mouth, at the mercy of the dark haired
youth who was torturing him with his own wand. A minute under the curse flew by
for all three of them, although it felt noticeably longer for Rudolphus.

Spitting blood, an act that shocked Bellatrix, he snarled
�What the hell are you doing, you useless bitch? Subdue him!� Uncertain, her
eyes flicked over to Harry, who still stood over her husband. The same cold
smile played about his lips.

She half-heartedly raised her wand, but he shook his head,
and her arm dropped to the side involuntarily. Inwardly, she wondered what was
making her do this�it certainly couldn�t be his handsomeness, she was loathe to
be manipulated by something as superficial as sexual attraction.

Smiling cruelly at the look of shock on Rudolphus� face, he
raised the wand again, and muttered �Explodra
Ossum Incense.� Bellatrix blanched again as the very curse she had used the
last night on an irritating recruit in front of her Lord was applied to her
husband. The curse hit the man�s left forearm, right on the Dark Mark, causing
fire to ignite in his bone marrow, and then explode, shattering the bone to
shreds. An earth-splitting shriek poured out of Rudolphus� mouth as shards of
bone shredded through the muscle on his arm and left it a bleeding, mashed
mess.

Bellatrix was gaping at Harry in shock, wondering what would
happen if anyone knew of him using such Dark curses.

In an almost conversational tone, Harry said �Quite an
inventive curse, Bellatrix. Of course, I�m sure that Rudolphus here and that
poor recruit Samson don�t appreciate it as much. I learnt it just last night as
well! I think I performed admirably.�

Bellatrix gaped, not knowing what to say or why her lack of
reaction seemed�righter than cursing
the young man in front of her to pieces.

Harry turned to Rudolphus, a cruel grin on his face. �So.
You bat for the other team, huh? Well, I�m sure I can arrange something
inventive for you.� Rudolphus was weeping incoherently, his arm in pieces.

Harry snorted derisively and said �I might even make it�fun.� He stepped over the body towards
Bellatrix. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him come closer and
closer to her. Feebly, she raised her wand to shout out a curse, only to see
him brush past her delicately, making the innocent act somehow incredibly
sexual. He had not even touched her!
Gasping for breath, she missed his knowing smile as he moved towards the desk.
Pulling out the chair, he jabbed his wand forwards and whispered �Diffindo.� The cutting curse was cast
with abandon, and it performed appropriately, causing a leg to fall off the
chair with a clang, leaving anything but a smooth, even cut. Spiky splinters
protruded from the circular leg dangerously, the tiny visible bits of lacquer
reflecting the light of the bulb.

Absently, as Harry looked it over, he wondered how Rudolphus
had known of electricity enough to know the purpose of a light switch.
Discarding the thought, he headed back over, a gleam in his eye. Bellatrix
looked at Harry, mortified, as the youth waved his wand with a muttered spell,
causing her husband�s pants and underwear to vanish. Nudging him with his foot,
Harry rolled the man over onto his face. Then, he lifted his head, and beckoned
at Bellatrix.

She stumbled over, furiously questioning why she was
following his orders. Stepping up to him, she turned around until her rear was
pressed against his crotch. She let out a moan as he bit down on her neck,
sucking on the creamy skin there. She was unprepared for his knee to nudge hers
on the back, and he gently slid her down along with him until she was kneeling
on the floor. He placed the chair-leg in her hand, the blunt end pointing
towards Rudolphus� ass. He waved his wand, muttering something under his
breath. She recognized a certain charm from an old book of sex magic, making
her blush as she remembered it.

His teasing voice entered her ear from a distance of less
than a foot. �Naughty, naughty Bellatrix.� Gently, almost tenderly, he grasped
her hand and lifted it slightly. Then, with force, he brought it down aimed
right for her husband�s orifice. The man let out a shrieking scream of pain at
the unexpected and painful violation. Tears leaked from Rudolphus� eyes as the
pain struck him terribly, allowing him to forget about his mangled arm for a
few seconds.

Bellatrix�s eyes were wide with shock, and she gasped as a
warm mouth pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking on her skin. Harry�s hand began
to jerk the protruding stick around with short, quick jerks, each causing a
loud reaction of pain from Rudolphus. The movement did not thrust the stick in
and out of the man, but rather jerked it sideways,
tearing at the muscles around the hole.

The older man found a brief moment of respite as the stick
was removed from his body, but cried out in such utter pain a minute later that
his voice went hoarse. Harry, holding Bellatrix�s hand, had reversed the stick
around, and this time, jammed it back in splintered-side first.

Bella herself screamed, half in shock and half in elation at
finally causing the brute pain after enduring years of taunts and degrading
treatment from him. The stick was removed again, and she held it with shaking
hands, staring at it in shock. Blood dripped from the jagged splinters, leaving
tiny droplets on the floor. Harry had gotten up once more, and had lifted
Rudolphus up by the scruff of his robes once more and dragged him towards the
window. The position was such that Rudolphus was face down as he was dragged,
his legs trailing behind uselessly and his shredded hand bouncing on the floor
due to the motion. He had passed out, a condition that Harry wished to rectify
immediately.

With a heave, he flipped Rudolphus onto his back, and sat
him up against the wall right below the windowsill. A wave of the green wand
that belonged to the older man, and a muttered �Enervate� caused the man�s eyes to jerk open, pain evident in the
swimming pools of tears.

Harry grinned cruelly at Rudolphus, and said �Well,
Rudolphus, it�s time for you to die. I would give a long eulogy, but I don�t
know you, and I still find you disgusting. Bye.� With that, he lifted the man
up slightly by the collar, and moved his head slightly out of the window. With
a sudden heave, he jerked the man up about a foot, and then slammed his head
down. There was a crunching sound closely followed by a squishing sound, all
that marked the end of Rudolphus Lestrange.

Harry had slammed the back of his head, the most vulnerable
part of the skull, and impaled it on the jagged remnants of one of the bars
from the summer before his second year. Needless to say, the result had been
anything but pretty, involving a lot of blood. Through it all, Harry simply
smiled his grim smile, not betraying a single emotion as Rudolphus� lifeblood
splattered over his hands and chest.
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