Chapter One: Awakening

A loud crash echoed throughout the small house of Godric's Hollow. The Dark Lord had finally caught up to them.

"Lily! It's Him! Take Harry and run!" James' voice called out just as the spellfire began.

Unfortunately, the Duel was short, Voldemort had caught James without a wand, and he went down far too quickly.

James and Lily were both brilliant, and took every precaution, but they both somehow knew it wouldn't be enough. So they prepared a plan just in case.

Lily heard James cry out from below and froze up for a moment.

The house went quiet, and she feared for the worst. She snapped out of her stupor as she heard footsteps ascend the staircase slowly, and rapidly went for her own wand.

They were in a bad situation, they were in the Nursery, as she was just putting Harry to bed, and they had no escape route.

The Dark Lord made his way down the hall and she prepared to end it before he could raise his wand.

But Voldemort didn't reach for the door, and instead fired a powerful blasting curse at it, the shockwave knocking her off her feet and showering her in splinters.

She managed to stay conscious, barely, and reached for her wand. Regaining her bearings she looked back at the Dark Lord in horror. He was completely ignoring her, in favor of a small fifteen-month-old baby, starting back from his crib.

She tried her best to regain the focus she needed to cast a spell, but it was too late.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The sickly green glow of the killing curse burst from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and shot across the room, heading toward the defenseless child.

Then, the inexplicable happened.

Harry glowed a slight white, and the spell struck him just above his eye, before bouncing off and flying back at its caster.

The Dark Lord let out a ghastly wail, as his soul was shredded from his own curse. His body cracked and fell apart into dust that slowly vanished in the air, leaving nothing behind but his black cloak.

Lily remained there on the floor for a while, stunned. She tried to comprehend what had just happened, but couldn't wrap her mind around it.

Clearly, something had affected her protections, but what?

It had never been meant to vanquish the Dark Lord, instead, it was meant to protect Harry. And yet, she was alone with her child in the house, not a trace of Voldemort remaining. She couldn't believe it, Voldemort had been defeated.

Well, probably not truly defeated, the man was known for dodging death at this point. But he was at least down for now.

A loud cry caught her attention and she suddenly remembered her child, forgotten in her momentary stupor. She pushed off some of the heavier debris with a groan, and shakily made her way to her feet. She was okay, for now, with only minor cuts and splinters scattered across her body. She could ignore the pain to ensure her baby was safe.

She looked inside the small crib, and saw her fifteen-month-old baby boy with tears in his eyes looking back at her. He had a nasty gash on his forehead, just above his right eye, and it was bleeding, terribly. She needed to get him help, as fast as possible.

She pulled him out of his crib and gently tried to calm him down as she planned her next moves quickly. She rocked him in her arms, pulled out her wand, and destroyed the blood-charms she had heavily enchanted his crib with. It was better that no-one knew how he survived.

She started going over the events in her head as she searched for something clean to wipe away the blood now covering Harry's face. Clearly, Peter had betrayed them, she had warned James not to trust the Rat, but he was far too stubborn. He refused to let them all stay at his ancestral home as well, something that likely got him killed tonight. She silently cursed the man as she finally found a small handkerchief, dabbing at the blood on her baby's face, careful not to touch the gash.

She got a good look at the injury, and was filled with relief. It wasn't as bad as she thought, the amount of blood from the head-wound made it seem much worse. She was ready to leave, and search for help when she heard a pair of faint voices outside, and people start rushing in the house.

Her wand was immediately back in her hand, pointed firmly at the only entrance, a vicious blasting curse on her lips.

"LILY!" Sirius Black cried out as he rushed through the broken door. He visibly sagged in relief as he saw her standing with Harry. He slumped against the destroyed doorframe, as his friend's death finally hit him.

"L-Lily... P-Prongs is... James is-" He stuttered as he started to break down.

"I know Sirius," She whispered, as she tried to hold back her own tears. She couldn't allow herself to stop and grieve, not until Harry was safe.

Another person rushed into the room, a very unhappy Albus Dumbledore. He scanned the room with his wand at the ready, before softening his gaze at the sight of Lily. He was about to speak up when he noticed the large black cloak in the center of the room, laying beside a cracked wand. Carefully he reached down to pick it up, before directing a questioning gaze toward Lily.

She gave a small nod, "I-I don't know what happened. He shot a killing curse at Harry, and it just bounced back – then he just vanished, melted away into nothing."

Alarmed, Dumbledore rushed forward to check the young child, and saw the large scar he was relieved to find it was nothing life-threatening but it was an injury nonetheless.

"We need to get him to a Healer, quickly. Do you know how he survived?" Albus said as he started casting spells on the cracked wand, to search the wand's recently used spells, frowning at the abundance of Unforgivables.

Sirius snapped out of his own daze at the mention of a healer and rushed forward to get his own look. "A lightning bolt?" He murmured as he stared at the face of his Godson.

Lily neglected to mention it was actually a protection rune, and started forming her own plan. Their back up plan.

She shook her head, "I have no idea how it happened, Albus" She lied, "But we can't take him to a Healer, it's too dangerous, we have to use James' fall back plan." She gave Harry to Sirius and started grabbing a few enchanted items she needed, her journal, and some of James' things.

Sirius was startled and spun around on her, trying not to upset the baby. "Then what are you going to do, Lily?"

She shrunk a trunk her had packed and slipped it into one of her pockets, taking back Harry, "We had a fallback plan, if the Fidelius Charm ever failed, we would use our House Rings to port-key back to the Potter Castle, and hide there."

"You're leaving?" Sirius said quietly, he didn't want to say goodbye, and he knew that he wasn't going to be staying with them. It wouldn't be hiding, if they had guests over.

Lily gave a sad nod and gave a hug to Sirius, mindful of Harry. Sirius couldn't hold it anymore and started sobbing into Lily's shoulder, grieving for the loss of his best mate.

"Will you be safe there?"

Both wizard and witch spun to look at the old Headmaster, expecting him to at least argue against it. But they instead saw him rubbing the tears out of his eyes, sad, and guilty. It was his idea to use a Fidelius in the first place, and now James had paid for it. He was one of the very few who knew exactly what Harry was, and knew hiding was the best option, even if it meant hiding from friends as well. At least until the boy could defend himself.

Lily nodded again, not trusting her voice, she looked back at her son, and her heart broke again. His right side of his face was still smeared with blood and his bright emerald eyes looked up at her sadly, as if he knew what was going on. It was amazing he had stayed quiet through it all, but perhaps he was just shocked.

She looked back up and nodded, "He will be safe there, the wards are ancient, and very powerful, with James... gone... I'll be able to place the whole island on lockdown, no one will even be able to find it." She turned to Sirius again, "Sirius I need a favor."

He looked back at her and nodded immediately, "Anything," He murmured.

"Go to the Longbottom's, even if the Death Eaters attacked us first, they are still unsafe. Protect Alice, please!" She pleaded. Alice was one of her closest friends, close enough to be called a Sister, if she lost Alice too, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

He nodded again, "I swear!" He said firmly.

She quickly said her goodbyes, after getting magical oaths that they wouldn't tell a soul where she was going. She clutched Harry closer to her and rubbed her Lady Potter Ring, she murmured the Port-key activation, and was gone in a small pop.

"There's no place like Home."

Time-Skip – Harry Age 6

"Master Harry! Mistress Lilies wants you down for breakfast!"

Harry turned to the small creature that had called to him. It was an odd creature, to him. It was even shorter than he was! And he was six! This one was female, he thought, it was hard to tell, really. She had lighter colored skin than the others, her ears seemed to droop less as well, but Mum said that was because she was younger. She was dressed in a servant's outfit, a small black robe trimmed in gold, with the Family Crest emblazoned on the breast and shoulders.

"Thank you, Trixie," He said after a moment trying to remember her name, it was hard, they looked similar, and he saw a different one every day!

The Trixie gave him a smile so big it almost didn't fit on her face and she popped away with a small squeal. That seemed to make her happy, maybe he'd try harder to remember the rest of them.

He put away the book he was reading, one of his favourites, 'The Tale of the Three Brothers' and started to get dressed. He loved the book dearly, ever since his Mother had found it in the Potter Library. It fascinated him to read about the Magic, and Death, there was a super rare wand, and a cloak just like Mum's! She even told him the story was real, and that the three gifts actually existed! It got him super excited, and he decided he'd find them someday, he didn't want power or anything, but it'd be nice to see the cool stuff he'd read about so much.

He wasn't sure what he'd do with the stone though, he didn't know any dead people, so what use would it be? Maybe he could visit Greybeak? But he didn't think the stone would work for Hippogriffs. Plus Mum said he had gone off to 'The Next Great Adventure' whatever that was supposed to mean. He was sad when Greybeak had died, but he was over seventy, that was supposed to be super-old even for a Hippogriff, so it was bound to happen. It still made him sad, Greybeak didn't move around much when he went to play, but he was always nice.

He shook his thoughts out of his head as he slipped on some house robes, he still didn't know what they were doing today but it was supposed to be something different. He ran down the corridors leading to the dining room, and found his Mother already placing down plates of breakfast.

"Morning Mum!" He said as he hugged her waist.

"Morning sweetie, I'm going to introduce you to someone today, so after you eat let's get you dressed in something nice." She said as she gently rubbed his hair, and guided him to his seat.

They were in one of the smaller dining halls, generally, this was used for the Human staff of the Castle, but since it was just the two of them, they'd feel awkward using the Grand Dining Hall. Two people sitting at a table made for twenty? A bit too extravagant for the Muggle-born.

Harry was stunned, he'd never seen anybody but his Mum, although she tried her best to make up for it with penseive memories and portraits. He'd still admit he was lonely, he'd never had a friend before, at least not a human one. Does Mum count as a friend? He didn't think so. Maybe this person would want to be his friend.

The thought brought a smile to his face, "Really?! Who am I gonna meet?"

She smiled back at him sadly, his smile hurt her as much as it helped her. She knew he was starving for attention, but she could only give him so much, having to maintain the Potter Island by herself. Sure, the house-elves helped, but somethings needed her focus, so she had to neglect him at times. She was just lucky he was so taken with the Library and the Magical Creatures that the Castle managed. Usually, a Mother would be worried about her son playing around with Hippogriffs and Griffons, but they were all perfectly calm around him. Harry was special, and it was made clearer every day.

He befriended the meanest Hippogriff they had, at the tender age of five, and she nearly screamed when she saw him sitting on it's back, playing with the feathers of its mane. The Hippogriff even had the nerve to glare at her when she tried to get him down, like she was the one doing something wrong.

They couldn't go back to Britain mainly because of what Harry was, an Incubus, and a powerful one. Incubus were supposed to be raised by females only, at least until their first Maturity at eleven. Until then, simply being around Males was unsafe for Harry. Save for his Father of course, but that was no longer an option. The Healer had explained everything to her in great detail after she gave birth, under an oath of confidence, about what raising an Incubus would entail, and the things she'd have to do as his Mother.

She still wondered how exactly it came to be, she wasn't a Succubi, and James wasn't an Incubus, so they were completely confused. The Healer assumed it was a dormant gene, or a distant line resurfacing, but it was nothing conclusive. She was told to ensure he stays away from other men as he grows, in order to properly enter into his Maturity, and she was worried about that, but the situation was taken out of her hands by Voldemort.

So she emptied out the Potter Library on anything remotely Incubus related, and studied as best she could about it, ensuring that Harry knew what he was as he grew, so she wouldn't have to confuse him later. One thing it was very clear about, was a female companion of relative age, would help him develop smoothly, it said relative was actually rather broad, within ten years of each other. But she still had trouble finding someone she could trust, and that would trust her.

But she wouldn't have to worry anymore, everything was going to be better now. It took a bit of convincing but she finally got some others to come stay on the Island with them, on the condition that they were allowed to go back to Diagon Alley every once in a while to shop and explore. Lily and Harry were still stuck here, for Harry's sake, but now he'd have a bit of company, and hopefully a playmate.

"You're going to meet one of my best friends, and their daughter, she's a bit older than you but I'm sure you'll get along great. Now, go get dressed, wear something nice!" She reminded him, as she ushered him off to his room.

A quick change into some formal robes, and a reminder to be nice from his Mother, and they were soon standing in the Living Area, waiting for their guests to arrive by Port-Key.

Suddenly the air warped for a bit in front of them before two people suddenly appeared in a flash.

Harry looked at the guests in awe. That was magic! He didn't know you could do that with magic! The taller woman was pretty, she looked nice, and smiled gently at him, like when Mum would read him stories. She was wearing a formal robe, it looked sort of like Mum's, and she had pretty brown hair. Red was still better, he decided, but brown was good too. Her eyes were a warm brown, and she had bright red lips, with a small beauty mark just to the left of her mouth.

The shorter girl was funnier though, she had fallen on her face! She let out a little whine as she pulled herself to her knees, and looked up at him. She had bright blue eyes, and a cute face. She only looked a few years older than him. But what was really strange, was her hair! It was pink! Mum didn't tell him people had pink hair! She saw him staring and blushed at the sight of him. He noticed her cheeks turned a light red, and then her hair did too! That was so cool!

He was pulled out of his staring by his Mother giving the tall woman a hug. The woman then knelt down next him and pulled him into one too, he panicked for a minute, unsure of what to do, so he just decided to hug her back like he did his Mum. She pulled back after a moment, and looked him in the eyes, her eyes were pretty, "My name is Andromeda Tonks, but you can call me Dromeda, and I'm here to teach you magic." She said with a gentle smile.

Harry looked surprised for a moment as he thought about it. Then he shook his head, and smiled brightly back at her "How about Ann?"

She laughed.

His heart soared.

"Come on Nym!" Harry said cheerfully as he pulled his new friend to the clearing that the Hippogriffs usually rested at. The two Mothers walking a bit behind them, watching the children, as they caught up with each other.

Andromeda would be staying with them at least until both children started Hogwarts, for Harry that meant she'd be here for years at least.

Seven years.

Hogwarts students started at thirteen, when their first magical Maturity hit, so that they could properly develop their Magical Cores in a safe environment, rich with magic. So they had seven years to fill Harry's head with as much magic as they could, and they were both determined to ensure he was as safe as could be when he ventured to Hogwarts.

Lily was filled with relief when Andromeda agreed to come to live with them, not only would it provide the playmate Harry desperately needed, but Dromeda was a Healer, and would be able to fully watch over Harry's medical needs. Something she worried about every day. The House Elves could heal with their own type of magic, but none of them were familiar with an Incubus' instincts or needs, something that Dromeda could help with.

Now watching her son pull a still-shy Nymphadora behind him, she could truly enjoy watching him run around, instead of fretting over every scraped knee. She was still going to bite her fingernails when he bounced around the Hippogriffs though, that was a Mother's duty after all.

Nym and Dromeda both let out gasps as the cobblestone path through the forest finally broke into a clearing, revealing a large herd of Hippogriff, at least forty strong. They spanned every age and color imaginable, as they all lounged and trotted around the open field. Some were sleeping, or drinking from a large pond, and the younger, smaller ones were grouped up in the center of the herd, nipping and chasing as they played with each other.

Nym seemed a little afraid as some of the Hippogriffs got up and galloped over, but Harry assured her that they were safe, so long that she didn't insult one.

Harry dragged Nym straight into the center, and she was instantly surrounded by the curious beasts, sniffing and prodding her for her attention. Despite her slight fear, she couldn't help but smile as Harry enthusiastically introduced her to the friends he had made in the herd. She met Whitefeather, Quickclaw, Silvertalon, and Blackmane. She was prodded for ignoring Redbell, and got her robes nipped at by the young Bronzehorn for attention.

The children spent the majority of the morning playing with the Hippogriff herd, especially the energetic young ones. Lily called it at lunch, and they went back inside to eat before they explored the rest of the Castle and grounds. Harry once again, dragged Nym all around the grounds, showing her his favorite places, mainly the Griffin Nest, the Library, the Greenhouses, and of course, his room.

The kids found themselves exhausted as night fell, and Lily proposed a sleepover, since they forgot to prepare rooms, so Nymphadora Tonks spent her first night in the Potter Castle snuggling into a cute black-haired boy with vibrant green eyes. Still lost in the clouds from all of the exciting things they did in one day.

Both children would agree for many years, that it was their best day ever.

Time-Skip – Harry Age 9

Harry closed his book on 'Ancient Runes Made Easy' with a small smile, Ann said it would be hard for him to comprehend so young, but it all seemed easy enough. The Runes all just made sense to him, and the only 'Hard' part was learning to engrave them so intricately, but he'd managed that last month. Maybe he could start experimenting now, with his Mum's guidance, of course, she'd never let him do it alone.

He moved the text aside and got to work on the assignment that Ann had created, an overview of the various types of healing magic, and was surprised to find Parseltongue being one of the most desired. His Mum had found out about that particular ability, when a large Boa found its way into the Garden, she nearly had a heart attack when she found him with it coiled up in his lap, hissing away in conversation.

She had led him to believe Parseltongue was something people had feared, but this book was going over the various uses found in the middle-east, everything from snake charming to healing magic, it was considered a highly revered gift there.

His Aunt Andromeda entered the Library and sat across from him so he decided to just ask, "Hey Ann, did you know that Parseltongue could be used for Healing?" He questioned as she sipped on some tea she had made for them.

She set a cup in front of him and poured some for him as she answered, "I did, but it's generally used elsewhere, it would be hard to find some of the books you would need to learn here." She commented.

He frowned, but wouldn't let it stop him, "Do you think you could teach me? You're a Healer aren't you?"

She smiled and squeezed his hand, "I would be happy to teach you what I can, and I'm sure we can find something interesting here." She waved her hand behind her to indicate the towering shelves filled with books and tomes of the Potter Library. The Potter Library was one of the largest in existence, easily outclassing Hogwarts in pure size, mainly because Hogwarts had a 'Student Friendly' filter on anything they purchased. None of the stuff in the Potter Library were considered truly 'Dark' but they still had their fair share of battle-magic.

It was mostly elemental stuff, with some Potter Family Tomes on advanced battle animation, things like fully sentient Gargoyles, for example. It was the main reason they had stayed in power for so long, using a combination of Ancient Runes and Charm work, for long-lasting Animation, or their special brand of Combat Animation, taking full control of the terrain to turn it against their enemies.

Harry was determined to become at least familiar with all types of magic, and tried to branch out his studies as much as possible. So he read as many books as he could get his hands on, finding an aptitude for Ancient Runes and, much to his Mother's delight, Charms work. He tried to expand his studies to conjuration, something that had interested him, but his Mother and Ann both whisked the book out of his hands and told him to wait until his Magical Core developed a bit.

He finished his work and handed it over to his tutor, and they talked about the various types of healing magics that one could learn. Ann told him she'd sieve through the Potter Library to search for any more books on Parsel Healing, and they continued their discussions.

A voice interrupted them from the entrance, "Harry it's time for our Potions lesson with Lily," Said a twelve-year-old Nymphadora Tonks. She was three years older than him, and was starting her first year of Hogwarts next September, something he was dreading. It meant he'd only see her during the Summer and Winter breaks now, and he would miss his friend dearly.

They usually studied together, on the subjects that they were on similar levels with, like Potions. So he would lose a study buddy as well. She was ahead of him on most of the practical magics, mainly because he didn't have a wand yet, but tried his best to keep up with her in Theory.

On the bright side, he was already learning a decent amount of wandless magic, assisted considerably by his natural talent for Occlumency. His Mother had beaten it into his head that, despite the common belief, wands were optional. They were originally used as training wheels, to help new students focus on the 'feeling' of magic so that they could do it wandlessly, easier.

But eventually, Humanity took the easy way out, and now almost every wizard is reliant on their wand. The bad thing, or good depending on how you look at it, is that now wizards can be disabled by simply separating their wand from them. In fact getting your 'wand snapped' is a genuine legal punishment now.

He thought it was stupid.

Honestly, if the magic was supposed to be inside of you, why would you need a wooden stick to use it?

He understood how it happened though, wands were supposed to be a big help to getting yourself familiar with your own magic. Admittedly, having a wand would speed up his studies considerably, but he had to wait until he was eleven first.

He gathered up his books and cleared the table, before following the head of pink hair to his Mum's potion 'lab'.

Later that night, Harry sat down in the center of his large four-poster bed to continue his personal studies. His Incubus studies. He had the various relevant books on everything from magical creatures, to folklore, scattered around him, and he was working his way through, searching for the reliable information.

His Mother had found a large tome on the various old magical creatures, that happened to have a large chapter dedicated to Incubus, so he read up. He shouldn't have been able to understand some of the concepts discussed, due to his age, but it somehow just made sense, as if he had already known what it was telling him. It was odd, like his magic was telling him it was true. He didn't know if he should be worried about that or not, but it certainly made things easier.

His roommate plopped down beside him lying on her stomach as she peered over his lap to glance at the large book he was studying. "Whatcha readin' Harry? Looks complicated." Nym was never a fan of studying, and if Harry hadn't convinced her it was necessary to become an Auror, she would probably still be as experienced with magic as a Muggle-born. Besides Transfiguration, that kind of went hand-in-hand with her Metamorphagus abilities, so she had to learn that anyway.

Nym had been staying in his room for the full three years she had been here. There were plenty of spare rooms in the Castle, hundreds in fact, if you counted the Servant's and House-Elf' wings. But she would have none of it, all it took was one night sleeping beside Harry, and now she could barely fall asleep without him. So they'd been rooming together since then.

Nym had made half of the large room her own, to be fair, the bedroom was massive, probably half the size of her entire house back in London. She took control and made it her own, hanging up the various posters of her favorite bands, and keeping a shelf full of her albums and books. She also had her own walk-in wardrobe, expanded with Lily's masterful charmwork, proudly showing off her semi-obsession with muggle fashion.

She had just finished her own practice, with animated dueling targets, trying to perfect her stunner. It was the go-to for Aurors so she wanted to at least do it silently by the time she started dueling. She had just received her own wand last year, 14 inches Red Oak with a Dragon Heartstring core, a powerful combination designed for dueling, so she was excited to get some practice in. After spending a few hours doing nothing but practicing her spells and wand movements, she showered and was ready to collapse into the bed.

But her interest was taken by Harry who was surrounded by thick books, and seemed to be reading intently. So she glanced at the pages, skimming over the technical words in favor of the simple terms. It was something about old Incubi.

Harry hummed in thought and reached over to play with Nym's hair as he read, "It's about Incubus traditions and instincts, I've only got two years till my first Maturity and I want to know all about it before it hits."

"Wot? I thought wizards hit their Maturity at thirteen?" She asked as she laid her head down on his lap, enjoying his affections.

Harry nodded, "Yep, but remember I'm an Incubus. They mature faster apparently, due to their need to 'feed', so when I hit eleven, my body will be physically around the age of a muggle fourteen-year-old. I suppose that's why we get along so well, even though I'm younger. Because I'm developing fast enough to 'catch up' to you." He blushed before continuing, "I'll also be hit with heavy pheromones for a week or so, while my body undergoes physical changes to activate my first set of Incubus abilities."

Nym nuzzled her head against his leg as he ran his fingers through her hair, "That doesn't sound too bad, pheromones can't hurt you right?"

Harry sighed as he knew he'd have to be blunt if Nym was going to understand, "It means I'm going to be extremely horny," He said with a large blush, "And it will activate the need for me to 'feed' off of sexual interactions, if I try to ignore this urge, then yes, it can be extremely harmful to me. If I went the whole week without 'release' I would probably end up in the Infirmary, or dead."

Nym stiffened in his lap and went quiet as she digested that information. Her hair turned as red as her face and she asked timidly, "Are you going to be okay?"

Harry smiled and leaned down to kiss her head, "I'll be just fine Mum already has a plan to deal with it."

Nym was still nervous though, "D-Do you need any 'h-help' dealing with it?" She turned crimson as she looked away to hide her face.

Harry gave her another kiss, "Thank you for offering Nym, but let's cross that bridge when we come to it. Mum has already 'Volunteered' to handle it herself, but Ann doesn't think she can do it alone."

Nym looked back at him, shocked, "W-What? But she's you're Mother! Isn't that suppose to be bad?"

Harry just shrugged, "Not really, at least not for an Incubus, there aren't any health issues with it, which removes a lot of the taboo. Plus from what Mum says, the pure-bloods are all inbreeding anyway, they couldn't say anything about it without damning themselves." He paused, and remembered an article about Incubus History he had read, "It's actually sort of tradition for an Incubus to lose his virginity to a Family member, mainly because it would be hard to convince some other witch to do it."

"So what kind of Incubus abilities do you get? Anything cool?" Nym said, swiftly changing the topic.

Harry grabbed one of the smaller books, a more modern book on magical creatures, 'Dragons and Dragur: Rules and Regulations.' This one was written by a former member of the 'Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures' and was intended to inform the public of some 'need to know' rules considering creatures. One of the most important topics being the nearly extinct Incubus Race. He cleared his throat and read aloud,

"The Incubus: Creatures of Love and Lust, they are considered the ultimate lovers. With the ability to naturally understand their Lover's desires, they give their mates extreme pleasure, both emotionally and physically. Their magic is centered around emotions, and will find any magic that requires positive emotions, easy to use. Their magic is naturally dominate, and makes even the most stubborn women submit willingly, if exposed long enough. They spend their lives gathering a 'Collective' of Females, using the Bond it creates between itself and its Mate to increase the magical powers of everyone involved in the Bond. Generally, the larger the Collective, the stronger the Incubus."

Nym snickered as she heard that, 'So they grow stronger by sleeping with a bunch of women? That's wonky.' She thought to herself as she listened.

"Despite the stereotypes, the Incubus is a faithful Lover, usually stays with a Bonded mate until death. The only exception to the rule is when the Incubus experiences a harsh betrayal by the Bonded Mate, which is unlikely to happen due to the nature of the Bond.

An Incubus is fiercely loyal to its Mates, and will fight relentlessly to protect them, even at the cost of its own life. Threatening an Incubus is frowned upon heavily due to this nature, and will result in heavy ramifications to the aggressor.

The Incubus is not considered a Dark Creature, in fact, they are highly regarded due to their magical abilities and loyalty. Due to their instinctual focus on Love, Loyalty, and Protectiveness, it is generally considered impossible for an Incubus to 'go Dark,' and there has never been a recorded instance of a Dark Incubus Wizard. The Ministry of Magic considers them with reverence and have strict rules against prejudice toward them, encouraging Incubus to thrive in Magical Britain. This is mainly due to the Incubus' children being known to have extremely high Magical Potency. While the Incubus' Children are always female, the increase in Magical Potency is an attractive trait for any Noble House. Many Lords have offered their (Chaste) female members of their House to Incubus, in order to increase the strength of their family magics.

The Incubus has extremely large Magical Core, and needs to 'feed' via sexual interactions, in order to sustain itself. Going large periods of time without 'feeding' is potentially harmful to the Incubus, and thus the Incubus is encouraged to 'feed' as often as possible by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This leads to Incubi having special privileges in many cases, such as getting their own separate room in Hogwarts." He paused for a moment to consider that, "Hmm, that's convenient. I guess I missed that bit. If that's how it actually works it'll save me the trouble of dodging prefects to feed." He continued,

"Bonds: Bonds are magical 'Pacts' made between an Incubus and its Mate, these are always created through sexual intercourse (Except the Slave Bond, more information below), and 'Bind' the Female to the Incubus. Usually, permanently. The Bond creates a connection between the two, allowing them a further degree of intimacy. They can feel each other's emotions through this connection, and when it reaches its peak of intimacy, they can talk telepathically through the Bond. Because of this Bond, there is no 'One Night Stand' for an Incubus, if a Witch sleeps with one and forms the Bond, they will find themselves returning for more, regardless of their prior intentions.

There are four major types of Bonds an Incubus can form with a Female. Starting at the Consort Bond, the Bond grows with their relationship, eventually developing into a Marriage Bond and/or Alpha Bond. The Slavery Bond is unique, and varies from situations.

Alpha Bond – The highest level of intimacy of the Incubus, generally considered as the 'Leader' of the Collective, they are the Incubus' right-hand, and manage the Collective while he is away or indisposed. They take up the position of 'Lady' if he is Noble, and have the respect of the rest of the Females. There can be more than one 'Alpha' if the Incubus' Collective is large enough, but there have been very few Incubus in recorded history strong enough to gather more than one.

Marriage Bond – The Marriage Bond signifies that the Bond has grown strong enough for the two to be wed. When it forms it immediately, and legally, declares the two to be Married. This is usually the peak of intimacy between an Incubus and his Mates, with only the rare member ascending to 'Alpha'.

Consort Bond – The majority of an Incubus' Collective, they are the ones that the Incubus feed upon, and usually take care of the house, children, or other responsibilities given to them by the Incubus. They still love and are beloved of the Incubus, but not quite at the level of intimacy as a Marriage Bond.

Slavery Bond – As close to Dark Magic as an Incubus gets, the Slavery Bond is one that is only used against a Witch who either willingly binds herself to it, or has committed a grave crime against the Incubus, but is still undeserving of death. They can also be used on women 'Claimed' by a Blood Feud or Honor Duel. The Bond still retains the Witch's free will, but she will be unable to speak her Master's secrets, harm him or his loved ones, or any other form of significant betrayal. The 'Slave' is naturally submissive, and will find themselves unwanting to disobey the Master's wishes. Despite the 'Slavery', it is still allowed by the Ministry, due to the harsh circumstances it requires to activate." He finished and snapped the book close, tossing it back on the pile of books.

"There were a few minor points it missed, but that's the gist." He said as he leaned back and started playing with Nym's hair again.

Nym sat up and pushed him back on the bed, laying her head down on his chest. "What did it mean by harsh circumstances? That's kind of vague."

Harry nodded as he pet her hair, "I think that was intentional, so that people don't try to risk it. Something like a Witch killing a friend of mine, then being defeated by me, would give me the right to 'Enslave' her. Although, 'Slaves' aren't necessarily treated bad, as the book said it allows us to sense emotions through the Bond, all of the Bonds. Which means if a 'Slave' is frightened or hurt, everyone with a strong enough Bond would feel it, and would try to make her feel better. On the other hand, if she were to anger the Collective, she would feel the mentally feel the anger of however many Witches she just pissed off, which would probably make her apologize immediately. Sounds better than just killing her and being done with it, doesn't it? At least she gets to keep living."

Nym nodded in understanding and pulled the covers over them both. She was ready for bed and taking Harry with her.

Timeskip – July 30th, 1989 – Day before Harry's eleventh Birthday1

Vibrant emerald eyes slowly opened as his internal clock woke him. A glance to the window told him it wasn't quite dawn yet, but that was fine, he was used to it. He had been making the most of every day, and waking up before the sun let him get his morning rituals done before his Mother woke.

A slight mutter of an incantation and a series of small numbers appeared before his eyes, telling him the time. Satisfied, he canceled the spell and dragged himself out of bed. He stood up, and started his stretching, he was tall for his age, with his first Maturity taking its course, and his form was muscular. Both could be traced back to his Mother, she had become somewhat of a health fanatic as he grew, and did her best to ensure he was healthy. Brewing up Potions and buying muggle Vitamins to make him as healthy as possible. It was probably unnecessary, with Ann here, but it definitely seemed to work.

Her fear for his health was justified, mainly caused by that horrible Halloween night. The night that James Potter died and 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' was born.

She had Port-keyed into the Potter Castle and was met by a group of curious Elves. That was until the Elves saw the scar on young Harry's face, then they started panicking thinking he'd been possessed, which got Lily panicking, and chaos erupted for a while.

Eventually, they calmed down enough to inspect the injury and found something just as vile as a possession.

A Horcrux.

Luckily the House-Elves, assisted by the wards on the Potter Island, were able to exorcise the Soul-Shard safely, and without injuring Harry.

Interestingly enough, his scar stayed, Lily offered to have Ann heal the scar tissue, but Harry refused. It was, quite literally, a symbol of his Mother's love for him, and he'd keep it forever. Not to mention it solidifies 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' thing that has been flying around. While he doesn't particularly want fame, he had no problems with using it to help him 'feed'. He was sure it would help him deal with the chaos that comes with being an Incubus as well.

One of two things were likely to happen whenever he was revealed to be an Incubus.

The populous was either going to triple their own Hero-Worship of him, or the Ministry was going to deem him a threat and try their damnedest to get rid of him.

So every advantage helps.

And how did he know he was being hailed as a Hero, even now, after he had been in hiding for ten years?

Simple. He has had over two thousand hand-written letters addressed to him so far, and that isn't including the presents, Marriage Contracts, and invitations to various political gatherings.

He was only eleven. Well, almost eleven.

Yet he was receiving Marriage Contracts.

They didn't even know he was an Incubus, and they still offered their daughters!

Lily handled the Political stuff, refusing each invitation politely while making no promises, and replied to each Marriage Contract.

He had a sneaking suspicion she didn't refuse those entirely, probably trying to get Harry someone willing to help him 'feed' while he was at Hogwarts.

Harry, however, couldn't just let those letters sit there, knowing that he had probably been sent most of those by children who had grown up idolizing him. So got a group of House-Elves to intercept any and all mail that came to him, scan it for charms, and forward the safe mail to him. It took the better half of a year, sending replies to each one of the massive pile, but he managed it.

He still received about a dozen letters a week though, so he spent his usual evenings writing replies to each one that he received. Converting a corner in his room into a display stand for his favorite letters and presents.

Some of the stuff was intended for him as a baby, so he sent those back with thanks. He was mildly disturbed by the letters that his 'Fan-girls' sent him, some were cute and endearing, others were borderline worship and he tried his best to destroy the illusions they had of him. Which, naturally, made them think he was being humble and modest, increasing his Fan-base two-fold.

It was getting mildly frustrating.

The public opinion of him soared when he started sending letters back. Some of the more doubtful adults were assuming that Harry had actually died that night and that Dumbledore was using 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' as an icon to stop further death-eater attacks.

But when Harry started replying, the public opinion skyrocketed, suddenly their children were getting a chance to write to their Hero, and it was delighting children and parent alike.

It also inadvertently raised the respect he had among the various Lords and Ladies, as they had children writing, themselves.

The presents were a bit excessive and anything he didn't use he donated to the wizarding orphanages, after getting permission from the senders.

His Mother was doing her fair share. Around when he was five or so, Authors started popping up using his name to spread their stories and make money. Lily wasn't too happy about that so one quick letter to the Goblins and the Authors were met with the full authority of the law.

Despite that, she had seen how famous the 'Harry Potter and the...' series had become, so she bought the company, and let them continue under strict guidelines. Mainly including a clear disclaimer that the books were, in fact, fantasy and that any profit made off of the books, save for the Author's payment, was sent to charity.

Once again raising public opinion.

He pulled his thoughts back in, as he pulled on some clothes. Wizard dueling and dealing with Magical Creatures usually took a significant deal of strength, so he got a good workout every morning to ensure he had the stamina.

He put on some light sweatpants and a T-shirt, both he and Nym had gained Lily's love for Muggle clothing, and wore it quite often. Especially on days off. While he still planned on wearing robes in any public setting, muggles had the right idea about casual wear.

He headed down to the Castle Main Hall, and headed out the doors, he set off at a light jog past the Greenhouse and headed for the Hippogriff Clearing. This was his standard morning exercise and if he was fast enough, he'd catch the Hippogriffs before they headed off to hunt in the morning.

No one was sure where exactly they went hunting, but eventually, they'd come back holding anything from a common rabbit, to a large deer. Sometimes they would stay, and feed on bugs and small animals in the area, but they knew they couldn't sustain a herd that big using just one island, so they headed off often.

He broke into the clearing just in time to see the beautiful sight of a few dozen Hippogriff stretch their wings in unison, and take flight.

He stared in awe as the herd gained altitude, and flew in a large formation over the treeline. A few of the older birds, stayed behind to watch the young. He sat on the edge of the clearing as he watched the young play. After a few minutes, he got back on his feet and stretched.

The Sun was bright by now, so he started running back to catch breakfast with his Mum. He knew he didn't need to wake up this early every day, but it was worth it.

His Mum had taken him flying on the willing Hippogriffs a few times, and he fell in love with them even more. Flying was already one of his favorite types of Magic. He'd definitely give Quidditch a try at Hogwarts.

He hadn't seen much of Nym since she left for Hogwarts, although she has been back since the end of June, she is still gone for the majority of the year, and he missed her dearly. They wrote to each other weekly, but it was not the same.

After a lovely breakfast with his wonderful Mother, he decided to explore the Castle.

He hadn't really taken the time to check each room, having been extremely busy with his studies. Today was a free day, and his Mother wanted him to take it easy. It was his last day as a 'Child' and tomorrow, he would be an adult, legally. According to the Ministry, children were emancipated immediately if they were married. For normal wizards and witches, that would be at age 16, minimum. But for Incubi, a Marriage Bond declared them married by Magic itself. So the Ministry allowed Incubi to be emancipated early.

His mind had matured just as fast as his body, combined with half of his childhood spent in a library, and he likely had the mind of an adult. So he wasn't too worried.

If anything he was more worried about going out in public.

He started his little tour in the Front Garden. It was quite large, with cobblestone paths leading between rows of Hedges and flowers of all sorts. He saw both magical and mundane plants, and reckoned it was more for appeal than it was for producing ingredients. The center had a fountain of marble, fashioned in the likeness of a dragon. He wasn't fooled for a moment, and knew that the statue was far more than met the eye.

The Potters were masters of Animation, and anything designed to look like a magical creature, would probably react to a threat like one.

His Mum had proven this to him one day, and activated a Gargoyle in one of the large training rooms.

He had never seen dueling dummies slaughtered so viciously.

He followed the path of cobblestone, and headed to the Main Doors.

The Potter Castle itself was a beautiful pitch-black stone, he didn't know the name of it, but it supposedly channels magic well.

He wandered into the Main Hall, a large corridor serving as the entrance to the Castle. A long red carpet ran across white marble tiles, leading to another massive set of doors. Flagpoles hung diagonally from the walls, displaying large banners of black and gold.

The Crest was displayed proudly on the doors. A black shield trimmed in gold, with a silver Griffin standing tall, wings spread widely.

He passed through the doors, entering what used to be a large throne room.

It hadn't be used as such in a long time, instead repurposed into a Hogwarts-style Grand Dining Hall.

It wasn't as large as the Hogwarts Hall. But its table still fit twenty people, and could be extended if need be.

Continuing on his way, he entered a side-hall and headed toward his room, he passed the halls that lead to the Servant/Elf Quarters.

He and his Mother both lived in a tower close to the Library, and Living Area. She felt he needed his own room while he grew, but ended up taking the one beside him anyway. He thought it was silly.

He passed the staircase that leads up into the tower, and crossed another corridor leading to the Living Area. The room was a large common area for the various nearby bedrooms. It had a 'Homey' feel that the Potters seemed to love, with low lighting and a large fireplace. The floor was stone, but covered in a variety of rugs and animal skins. A few bookshelves lined the walls, and there were many couches and chairs grouped around the room for people to relax. The Fireplace doubled as a Floo, the only Floo soon-to-be-activated in the Castle.

He passed the Library, and a few sets of Dueling rooms, and came across another one of his favorite rooms.

It was the Potter Trophy Room, and it clearly showed how large and successful the Potters used to be. There were hundreds of sparkling gold trophies lining shelves and display cases. Medals hung proudly on the walls, above a plaque listing the name of the Potter who had won them. There were Trophies of every kind, Quidditch World Cups, World Dueling Championships, even Orders of Merlin.

It amazed him to see the wide range of skills that his ancestors had, and he vowed to add to this collection. His name would be on these shelves one day, he was sure of it.

Harry's Eleventh Birthday.

Harry woke up with a groan, his body was shaking and his head throbbed. He winced as the light hit his eyes and immediately called an elf to bring him water for his dry throat. His head felt like it was splitting open, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He drank the glass quickly, and it helped slightly.

He took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart, but immediately regretted it as a powerful scent washed over him. His head spun and if he wasn't sitting down on his bed, he would have collapsed. It took a few minutes to adjust to the strong smell assaulting his senses, and he climbed out of bed with shaking legs.

He stumbled down the stairs, looking legless.

The sweet scent increased as he fumbled through the halls, searching for the source.

It trailed it into the dining room, and his vision flashed white as he saw what it was.

His Mother was leaning over the kitchen counter, facing away from him, and preparing him a special breakfast. Something that she did each one of his Birthdays.

But it wasn't the food that was producing the smell, it was her.

She was wearing a loose, white tank top that strained against her large bust, and showed a bit of cleavage. It was cut short to expose her belly or, from his point of view, her lower back. A small pair of shorts gave a tantalizing view of her wide hips, and drew attention to her plump, juicy arse.

She was humming to herself as she worked, and shook her hips to the beat. Her hips swayed hypnotically, drawing his eyes as his thoughts clouded over. His Mother had been slowly dressing less conservatively as he built up to his Maturity, but he remained ignorant.

Until now.

And in that moment, years of pent-up lust he didn't know he had bubbled to the surface. His eyes were glued to the line of exposed skin that her short shirt left uncovered. A teasing glimpse at her motherly hips, and a small bit of her black panties sat just above the waistband of her shorts. A growl escaped his throat, and his head throbbed again, urging him to take her. A thought entered his mind, as his instincts took over, 'She dressed like that on purpose. She knew what was happening today. She wants this.'

His mind ached, and he knew there was only one cure. He needed to feed. He would have her.

Before he could stop himself, he was behind his Mother, and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pulling her back against him tightly.

"Oh! Well, good morning young man." She said as she turned to look at him. She noticed he was quite flushed, and seemed to be in some minor pain. Her maternal instincts took over, and she went to question him. "Sweetie? What's wron – mmmpf"

He silenced his Mother with a searing kiss.

Sweet relief.

His mind cleared up and his heart rate slowed as he finally received the energy he needed. He regained enough control of himself to think clearly, but he was still horny.

He admired his Mother as a woman for the first time, her gorgeous red hair, framed an attractive young face, her magic slowing her body's aging. Her creamy white skin called to him, and he barely held back the desire to sink his fingers in the large bust that teased him with cleavage through her tiny shirt. Her entrancing green eyes, almost as bright as his, stared back at him, shocked.

She realized that his pheromones were already starting, and calmed down to kiss him back, letting him do as he pleased. The knowledge that she would likely spend the next week underneath him, writhing in pleasure, turned her on incredibly.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll help you" She said softly as she leaned back into his embrace. She wasn't prepared for him to start this so early, but she was going to give him anything he needed.

She melted against him and he kissed her passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth and ravishing hers with his own. He relished in the feeling of his Mother's succulent lips, her soft body, warm and pressed against his chest. He licked and sucked at every inch of his Mother's mouth that he could reach, and slipped his hands up her shirt to grasp at the large breasts that she had been unknowingly teasing him with recently.

She let out a long moan as he latched onto the soft flesh of her breasts. She had gone braless this morning, knowing what was going to happen, and he fully approved of that decision. Her massive tits were easily an E-cup and were completely perky despite their size, the wonders of magic.

He idly wondered if the age-old theory of magical core size relating to endowment was true. It seemed to be accurate in this case. Hmm, he'd need to investigate this further, and find willing test-subjects.

He spent the next few minutes fondling her to his heart's content, admiring the pillowy softness of her tits as he mauled them. He pinched and tweaked her nipples, using his instincts to find out how she liked it.

He pressed his erection, straining against his sweatpants, against her delicious plump posterior, and he felt her grind herself back into him. Even through the fabric, he could feel her soft cheeks rub against his throbbing shaft.

"Oh, god Harry." She separated from the kiss with a whimper. Lust shone in her eyes and she placed her hands on the counter to push herself into him harder, moaning loudly as she continued grinding her pussy lips against his cock. She pushed back against him desperately, trying to stimulate her sensitive bits.

He slipped his right hand out of her shirt, and down her shorts quickly. Passing her trimmed bush, and into a soaked pair of panties. He found her clit quickly, and rubbed it with his palm as he explored her pussy with his fingers. Her womanhood was hot and slick as he stroked her lips and played with her folds.

She thrust her hips against him, riding his fingers and rubbing his dick against him as she started to moan louder.

"Keep it up, you naughty boy," She moaned thickly, and looked at her son with a mix of incestuous love and lust.

She leaned back into him and started another kiss herself, making out hotly with her son as she fucked herself on his fingers. Their tongues swirled and danced with each other as they poured as much love into it as they could. They swapped saliva, as he explored her folds with his fingers, slipping one into her tight cunt.

He felt her start to shake and his instincts told him she was close, so he thrust himself against her hard, dry humping her into the counter, and twisted her nipple.

"Cum for me, mum" He growled into her ear and squeezed her tit, hard.

She shivered and screamed, "Yes! Harry!" As she came hard against his fingers, soaking her shorts all the way through. She went limp in his arms, trembling and breathing roughly as she came down from her climax.

He felt ecstasy as the first bond forged, pleasure rushed through him as their souls connected and he felt her love for him, wash over him. He held her closer, and kissed her gently as she basked in the afterglow. "I love you, Lily." He said firmly, he had loved her from the day he was born. That love had just evolved today.

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss back, "And I love you, Harry." She said sincerely, and gently rocked herself against his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of her womanhood, and held them up for her to see, dripping with her cum. She softly whimpered and reached out to grab his wet hand, pulling it to her face and slowly licking it lean. She looked at him with lust, and tasted her own sweet juices on his fingers.

He growled at the sexy look his Mother was giving him, and nearly pushed her down right there.

But he contained himself, it was going to be his first time with his beloved Mother, and he didn't want to take her on a kitchen table.

So he pulled her back against him and scooped her up in his arms.

She let out a cute yelp, and found herself clinging to his neck as he carried her like a princess. He started to carry her to her bedroom, but she wasn't quite that patient. She poured a small amount of magic into her House Ring, and used one of its features to teleport them to her room. A handy trick that only the Lord and Lady Ring had.

He smirked as he found himself standing in front of a big four-poster bed. He carried her over and placed her down gently on the bed.

He tossed off his pajamas quickly, stripping down to his boxers. Climbing on the bed beside her, he kissed her hotly using one of his hands to pull her shirt up. He was aching at this point, and was ready to complete the bond.

She stopped him and flipped them over, now straddling his waist, she smirked down at him and pulled her shirt over her head. Her massive creamy tits, now freed from their constraints, bounced and jiggled enticingly. She smirked down at him, and shook her tits playfully, "These tits are all yours now, sweetie" She slowly rocked herself on his waist, rubbing her lips over his hardened member. "You can do whatever you like to me." She moaned out as felt his dick straining against his boxers.

His hands roamed up her body and latched onto her heavenly globes, squeezing and playing with them. He leaned forward, and kissed around her left breast, teasing her with a mix of butterfly kisses and playful licks. He latched onto her hardened nipple, licking, and suckling at her tit as he fondled the other.

She moaned loudly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her bosom. She ran her hands through his hair as he alternated between her breasts, his emerald eyes staring into her own as he worshipped her tits.

He let go of her breasts and placed his arms around her waist, spinning them over once again as he pushed her down on the bed.

He let out a growl and grabbed the hem of her shorts, "I can't hold back any more mum, my head is killing me." He looked back up at her, waiting for her permission.

She smiled and nodded, lifting her hips to let him remove the last of her clothes.

He peeled back the shorts and her knickers in one go, revealing a small trimmed red bush just above a pretty pink slit, drenched in a mix of her cum and arousal.

He stopped for a moment and stared, more than a little turned on, at the red hair that she had shaved into the shape of a lightning bolt.

He looked up at his mother, who blushed and turned away, "I thought it would be cute," She muttered as she refused to meet his eyes.

He smiled widely and climbed over her to give her another sloppy kiss, "It's beautiful. I was just surprised you'd do that for me." He gave her breasts another squeeze as he kissed her deeply.

He pulled back and looked at her hungrily, "You ready? I'm not sure I can wait any longer."

She smirked back up at him and used her hands to shake her breasts again, "I've been ready all day. Now fuck me!" She shouted.

He was surprised, he had never heard his mother curse before, but it wasn't going to stop him. If she wanted it, she'd get it.

His boxers joined the pile of clothes thrown across the room, and he moved on top of his Mother. He was larger than he had any right to be, at eight inches, and still growing. He rubbed himself against her lips, to get wet, and plunged into his Mother in one deep thrust.

"Oh, fuuuuck, yes!" Lily hissed as she felt him fill her up. She moaned loudly and she already found herself nearing a climax. Eleven years of a dry spell, mixed with a room full of Incubus pheromones made her very sensitive.

He leaned over to take a handful of her abundant tits, and started to thrust into her. "You're mine now Mother." He placed emphasis on the fact that they were fully committing incest. And they both loved it.

"Yes!" She moaned out deeply, "I'm entirely yours!" She bucked her hips against his in pleasure, her mind clouded with lust for her own son. She absolutely loved the naughtiness of the act, and had a few dreams building up to this day that had her waking up soaked with her hands buried in her panties.

His cock throbbed in her cunt as he watched her moan underneath him. Her tits bounced freely with every thrust drawing his gaze as he pistoned into her. Her hot pussy clenched tightly around him as he pushed deeper into her. The tight tunnel was warm and slick, but the walls gripped him hard, almost refusing to let him leave as he pumped his shaft through her.

Her body shook and her back arched in pleasure as she gripped the bedsheets tightly. Her moans turned to shrieks as she built up to her first orgasm. He focused on her beautiful face, filled with happiness, as he sped up his thrusts. He was set on claiming her tonight, making her his and his alone.

"Oh, god! You're making me feel so good, sweetie! Fuck me harder Harry!" She screamed shamelessly as he pounded away into her core.

He complied, and slipped his hands under her waist, grabbing two handfuls of her ass cheeks, lifted her waist off the bed, and began to truly fuck her. He thrust into her like a man possessed, his hips a blur as he slammed into her pussy.

She wrapped her shaking legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he ravished her. She had asked for it, and she was loving it. Her shrieks turned to screams as he plowed into her, his instincts naturally guiding him to all of her sweet spots.

His bulbous head finally bottomed out, and crashed against the wall of her cervix. A jolt of pleasure rushed through Lily and she came with a scream. A stream of her juices soaked them both as she was hit with a powerful climax.

He kissed her again, fierce with passion, and kept up his powerful thrusts. He drew out her orgasm for as long as possible, holding her trembling body as she came.

She pulled away, breathless, as she came down from her high, "That was amazing..." She let out a husky moan, "Best sex I've ever had." She said honestly.

Harry felt his pride swell, but he wasn't nearly done. "I still haven't cum." He growled out, and dug his fingers into her arse.

She looked back up at him and widened her eyes when she realized he was right. She opened her mouth to speak, and cut her off with another loving kiss.

His instincts were screaming at him to finish, and he felt something change in his magic. Suddenly he was assaulted by visions, dreams of what his Mother secretly wanted him to do to her, and he smirked.

He pulled out of her roughly, and flipped her over on her stomach. She let out a small yelp, and he gripped her ass tightly. He massaged her bum roughly, kneading the white flesh as he pleased, listening to the cute whimpers of his Mother. He pushed them together, and released watching them jiggle as they corrected themselves. He pulled the cheeks apart, revealing a soaked, red pussy that was inviting him back in.

His Mother mewled in pleasure from his touch, and she couldn't help but shake her bum at him, urging him to continue. He mounted her and lined his member up with her cunt. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up on her knees, sheathing himself inside her again.

"Yes!" She screamed again as he re-entered her.

He started at a feral pace, pounding into her doggy-style. He plowed into her with savage, deep thrusts, hammering against the entrance to her womb like a battering ram. Giving her the rough sex she wanted desperately, his green eyes ran down the sweaty, shaking form of his Mother.

He slammed his hips against hers, watching with lust as her ass-meat visibly rippled under his onslaught. Her curvaceous body trembled in another climax, and he felt her walls shudder and massage his cock. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he sped up his powerful thrusts.

She threw her head back and screamed, "Yes, Harry! Just like that!" Her knees went weak and just had trouble keeping herself steady with his heavy pounding.

He snarled and grabbed a fist full of her long sweaty hair, he pushed her head back into the bed, and leaned over her. "You just love that don't you Mum? You love getting fucked by your own son. Your mine now, and mine to fuck whenever I please." He could barely believe the words that came out of his own mouth, but her clenching pussy told him how much she loved it.

"Yeeeessss! You can fuck me whenever you want! I'm yours! Fuck me harder!" She let out another scream as she had one continuous orgasm, prolonged by his rough pounding. She was in bliss as her son completely dominated her, using her for his own relief.

He smirked as his mother submitted, and he found his eyes drawn to her large ass again, rippling with every vicious thrust. He knew she loved being dominated and he lifted one of his hands in the air. He brought it down harshly on her plump bubble-butt, filling the room with a loud smack. He watched as she thrashed beneath him, the smack sending another jolt of pleasure through her spine.

"God, you are so sexy." He slapped her other cheek, "You love it when I spank you don't you Mum? Your cunt squeezes me so tight when I smack this large arse of yours." He continued his slaps, leaving a red handprint contrasting against her pale white skin.

She shivered at his tone and she let out pleased yelps with every smack. Both Mother and Son were completely lost in carnal delight. They kept up their vicious fucking, Harry spanking his Mother until her butt glowed a cherry red. He stopped before he could truly hurt her, and rubbed his hand against the sensitive flesh. Massaging it idly as he neared his own climax.

He tightened his grip on her hair and used it to pull her up against him, he wrapped his other arm around her and roughly grabbed a bouncing breast. He pulled her head to the side to reveal her creamy neck, and whispered into her ear huskily. "I'm going to cum inside you, Mum." He promised as he fucked her, "Would you like that? Do you want your son's cum inside you?" He kissed her exposed neck, and sucked on it as she writhed against him.

"Y-Yes..." She whimpered with a voice hoarse from screaming.

"I can't hear you," He pinched her nipple, and lightly bit her neck.

"YES! Please cum inside me, Harry! My pussy is yours now, please claim it!" She screamed wantonly as she reached the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He finished with a roar, and hilted himself inside of her. His cock crashed against her cervix and he came inside her walls. His seed flooded her womb, and she squirted out an orgasm of her own, staining the sheets beneath them. Her walls tightened in a vice-grip as they came together, and he groaned at the feeling.

He pulled her face back toward him, and gave her the most loving kiss he could manage. The bond completed itself, and their pleasure multiplied as they rode out their orgasms.

He pulled away with a grunt, and looked into her glazed eyes, "I love you, Lily." He said again, ensuring that she knew. He let her slip out of his grip, and she fell forward limply.

He leaned back and appreciated his own work. His mother was completely limp, lying on her face, trembling occasionally with after-shocks of her powerful orgasm. Her cherry-red ass was sticking up in the air, a small trial of his seed running down her thighs from her abused pussy.

He nodded to himself in satisfaction, but he was still completely hard. One orgasm wasn't going to be nearly enough for an Incubus.

Luckily, his instincts provided an answer, and he spun around to see an open door, and a very aroused Andromeda Tonks staring at him with a flushed face.

He smirked and walked up to her, pulling her into a fierce kiss. She froze up for a moment, but kissed back lustfully.

He pulled her to the bed and threw her beside his Mother, climbing onto the bed. He used his raw magic in a way he didn't even know he could do, and reached for her long brown dress. As soon as he touched the cloth, the seams of the dress unraveled themselves, and he ripped it off viciously.

Five minutes later, and she was screaming just as loud as Lily.

Two hours later, and a painfully aroused Nymphadora Tonks, would join the two ladies on her back.

Author's Notes (Minor Spoilers/Ideas)

Chapter 1 complete!

I had this idea in my head for a while, and I spent the entirety of October writing some Pokemon stuff, so I decided to write this for a while to take a bit of a break. I've already pretty much finished the first 30-40k words, so you can expect a follow-up chapter soon.

I drew a lot of inspiration from the story 'Incubus' by SquareRootBeer. And decided to do my own twist on it. I don't like copying people, or even sticking to Canon that much, so expect things to be different.

I also drew a bit of inspiration from 'Deus Ex Naruto' by, The BadAss Writer. It is basically about a crazy OP Naruto strolling through the Canon without a care, seducing all the women as he went. I wanted to do something kind of similar, and as far as I've found, there is nothing like that in Harry Potter FanFics, so let's give it a shot. I plan on having Harry be decently Overpowered, he will still be relatively weak at first, but grow strong as he gathers his 'Collective'.

It might take a bit, but I plan on derailing the Canon plotline pretty significantly. Some things will still appear, like the Basilisk and Horcruxes, but other things I can get away with, I'll change. For example, when Harry reaches his fourth year, he'll be seventeen, old enough to enter the Tri-wizard tournament officially. Maybe I won't have Cedric compete? Maybe I'll just change the tournament entirely? It was originally going to be Four tasks in Canon, but Rowling scrapped that idea. Food for thought.

If you saw some familiar things, like the Noble Houses stuff or the Gringotts Hierarchy, that's just me using some common Fanon stuff to make the story run smoother. If I made my own original Political nonsense, I felt it would be more confusing to write/read.

The story jumped around a bit in the start, just to give you brief glimpses of his life growing up. It'll stop the large time-skips when he enters Hogwarts. You'll probably see more of his early life through some flashbacks whenever necessary.

A few questions to reviewers,

What House should he be sorted in? I originally planned on using Gryffindor, simply because of the Quidditch Team. Plus Gryffindor has the majority of known female students, so I wouldn't have to make a bunch of Original Characters.

Speaking of OCs should I make any? I'm not really a fan of OCs myself, so if anything I'd prefer to just use cross-over girls, something like throwing in Grayfia Lucifuge as a Veela, or Levy Mcgarden as a Ravenclaw student. If I do, they will be appropriate to the Harry Potter universe, so Levy won't be using Solid Script, for example.

1) I know that the date is wrong, I'm going to be messing with people's ages to make everything run smoother, just move Canon back two years, so Harry's Birthday is July 31st, 1978. This is because I changed the entry age to Hogwarts to Thirteen (Harry will start his first year in 1991, re-alining with Canon), to give the ladies at least some Maturity before Harry starts 'Hunting'. I do not want to write lemons with a bunch of ten-year-old characters, so the Witches will have bodies of fifteen-year-olds just for simplicity. So think that all the cast is at the Tri-wizard Tournament age in their first year. I'll also be reducing the age on a few of the older Witches that join the Harem, like Andromeda or Madam Bones, so you can assume they are all around Lily's age. Add to the fact that 'Witches age slower' and their bodies stay around their 30s.