The following is just a dribble of a story. It's just there as a bit of inspiration to other fic writers and maybe a little light reading for anyone else into creature!fics.

Still feedback on the writing style and character development are always welcomed as well as all other remarks, if you like it tell me why ;)

Thank you for taking the time to read this short author note. If people like and would like me to continue posting Incubus!Harry stories please review and tell me so.

Note: Takes place in book four, I won't say when or where because my writing should show that.

Type: Creature fic, creature-incubus(surprise there).

Categories: Non-con, Abuse, violence, main HP/LV but also HP/SS HP/LV HP/LM

Harry struggled in the statues grasp, not wanting to see the form of the
thing that was currently stepping out of the bubbling cauldron. A moment
later, all sounds died down and Harry turned his eyes back on the
resurrection. A cold smirk was flashed in his direction before Voldemort
grasped Wormtail's arm and pressed his wand to the tattooed flesh. Instantly
the mark stained to an inky black and from all around pops of apparition
sounded.

As the Death Eaters arrived, they instantly fell to their knees in submission
to the now robed monster that watched them appear individually. After five
minutes it became clear that no more were going to arrive and the red blazing
eyes turned back on Harry briefly.

Voldemort addressed his death eaters silently then and Harry could only watch
as he counted the faces one by one, divesting them of the masks hiding their
faces away. Harry nearly choked as Voldemort stopped at one of them. The
potion's master bowed respectfully before turning a sneer on Harry from
across the circle.

Harry arms pined to his sides by the statue of the grim reaper angel holding
him, could only tremor as a black robed- but very much alive- Voldemort
approached, his eyes glowing in the light given by the setting sun.

The death eaters watched eagerly as the Dark Lord advanced and stopped just
in front of Harry to look down on him. He raised a thin, pale spider-like hand
and a sharp nail touched the fleshy spot behind Harry's earlobe. It dragged
slowly around his jawbone to his chin, leaving a lingering sting in its wake.
Harry was panting by the time Voldemort raised his wand, and stumbled as the
statue released him.

He crashed to his hands and knees before the man, but as one of the near-by
Death Eaters lobbed him his wand, he quickly scrambled to his feet. Before he
could even stand straight, a loud bang sounded and a light erupted from the
end of Voldemort's wand.

Harry was instantly thrown into a world of darkness and he tensed, standing
up strait as he strained his senses in an attempt to survive this encounter.
His eyes were useless and the only sounds were the rustling of cloaks around
him.

A snap of a broken twig to his left had him spinning around, wand raised,
only to turn back at the sound of a mocking chuckle. Clearly, he was the only
one blinded by the curse.

Harry's heart thumped in his chest and in his ears. His Fight or Flight had
kicked in, but with no way to see, he was forced to fight, and his nerves
frayed with the knowledge that at any minute the Dark Lord might swoop out of
nowhere and attack him. He had expected to be killed straight off and not
given a chance to fight. Not that he could in his current state,

Harry fleetingly wondered why he hadn't been killed straight off, but
pushed the thought aside for more pressing matters; if he lived past tonight,
he could only hope that the spell would be only temporary.

The flutter of a cloak to his left had Harry back up into one the death
eaters and in his panic he tripped over his own footing. A round of laughter
rang out, echoing through the graveyard, and Harry scrambled up again. All was
quiet for a moment, then a hand ghosted over his shoulder.

Harry instantly reared around and fired off a stunner. A curse, and the
scrambling of death eaters feet were all that could be heard. Harry could feel
the tension in the air around him. The temperature had dropped and the hairs
on the back of his neck rose as he imagined Voldemort circling him like a
lion, ready to strike. A breath of hot air hummed against his left ear and
Harry ducked, rolled and shot off another stunner. This time his target hit
home and there was the sound of a dull thump as a less fortunate Death Eater
was knocked unconscious by Harry's stray curse.

Suddenly, a leg swept the ground out from under his feet and Harry fell
backwards, his head bouncing off the cold, hard soil. He inhaled sharply from
the pain and cradled his head as another round of laughter exploded around
them, but shook it off when he realized he had lost his wand.

The teen started to rise but a naked foot pressed into his chest preventing
his efforts. He panted as the pressure increased and grasped the foot in an
attempt to pry it from his chest. The blunt tip of a wand pressed against his
forehead and he froze in fright before his wrists were taken in a magical grip
and pulled over his head. The heavy foot lifted off his chest and Harry
shivered in the cold evening air, still pressed to the sodden earth that was
slowly soaking his clothes.

Harry felt the presence of someone kneeling beside him seconds before a cold
finger traced down his left cheek. Harry frowned and turned his head biting
down on the offending digit.

There was a loud hiss of pain and a slap rang out around the graveyard as
Harry was backhanded sharply. Not one, but twice and then a third time across
the cheek, and for the first time that night, he felt the sting of tears in
his sightless eyes. Between all the stress over the last few weeks with the
tournament, Cedric's death and now Voldemort resurrection, it seemed silly
that Harry was about to crack over something as mundane as the incessant
thrumming pain in his cheek.

"Perhaps it's time we had ourselves some fun, my followers." Unable to
help himself, Harry trembled. The Dark Lord had spoken and it was every bit as
terrifying as he'd imagined it would be. The sibilant speech was more
chilling to Harry than the damp soaking into his jeans and lingering in the
air around them making it heavy. "Avery, Knott, Lucius, Severus, stay. The
rest of you may leave until I call you again. No one is to make any move to
suggest our organization is active again. If I hear anything before our next
meeting, I will personally see to the perpetrator myself."

The tones the Dark Lord spoke in left no doubt in Harry's mind that nobody
would be disobeying him soon. A series of pops sounded again and Voldemort's
robes rustled as he stood. "You two may play as you see fit, but he is not
yours, remember that."

The coldness in Voldemort's voice sent a shiver down Harry's bones and he
jumped as two pairs of hands grasped his legs and held down his chest. Panic
ripped through him as the hands roamed sloppily up his legs, thighs, across
his chest and arms. Harry flailed, trying to dislodge his attackers but the
spell at his wrists held him steady.

"My Lord." Harry knew that voice, Lucius Malfoy.

"Speak Luciussss" the controlled voice answered.

"My Lord, perhaps Avery and Knott are undeserving-" he stopped as a low
snort sounded.

"Manors, Severus. Are you sure it's not jealously Lucius?"

Harry gasped audibly in terror as the hands explored every contour of his
clothed body, leaving him feeling weak, shivery, and more vulnerable than
he'd ever felt before. Not being able to move was bad enough, but when a gag
thread its way past his lips and through his teeth, Harry let hot tears well
up and spill over his cheeks, trying not to think why the gag was in place.

"Enough." Harry almost wept with relief as the hands hesitantly left his
body, but he whimpered in the next moment as his clothing disappeared leaving
the cold air to assault his body, instantly bringing forth hundreds of
Goosebumps on his flesh. "Lucius, Severus, step forward. I will give you a
special treat tonight. Potter is one of your students is he not, Severus?"

"Unfortunately, my Lord," came the dark drawl. It was laced with
bitterness, and Harry felt his anger boil thinking of how Dumbledore could
ever have trusted the former death eater.

Suddenly, Harry's gag disappeared and a harsh grip landed on his chin
forcing his mouth to stay open as the harsh tip of a wand was hitting the back
of his throat. Harry felt a tingle spread down his throat before the wand was
replaced by something suspiciously warm, wrinkly and hard. The teen had no
doubt as to what it was.

He uttered a muffled protest and tried to bite the bastard raping his mouth
but the spell prevented any movement of his jaw, and the vibrations of his
protest only earned him more groans and the jab of more flesh, activating his
gag reflex. It continued for what felt like hours before firm-muscled thighs
pinched his face from both sides and with a final thrust, his abuser spent
himself in Harry's mouth, causing Harry to almost choke on the bitter seed.

The man above him pulled out, resting instead on his chest, and a finger
dabbed up the seed dribbling from his mouth and wiped it back on Harry's
coated tongue before the spell wore off.

"Would you like that too, Severus?" spoke Voldemort's cold voice, laced
was sarcasm.

"No, my Lord."

"No?" Voldemort gave a humorless laugh. "Come now, Servant, Lucius will
attest to his…skills."

Through all of this, Harry listened to the person panting over him, praying
silently for the abuse to stop. The thumping pain in his raw throat wasn't
helping him try to swallow the thick substance varnishing his mouth and he
wasn't even aware when the sated wizard standing over him left his side,
save for the weight leaving his chest.

He struggled for breath, terrified and traumatized, and let a cracked sob
escape his lips. Bad idea, as it only drew attention to him. Those sharp nails
were back, raking down his chest and grazing lightly over his exposed thighs.
He gasped.

"Broken already, Harry? Hardly seems worth my effort, but you'll truly
know broken when I am through with you, boy," hissed the serpentine voice.

"N-no, please" Harry shamefully begged. A moan sounded and a cold finger
glided down his limp **, causing Harry to gasp and sob.

"You sound prettier in Parseltounge than you do in English, Harry." The
finger was removed, however, and suddenly the world burst into colour as his
sight was returned to him.

Voldemort stood, smirking down at him, snake like features twisted in a feral
grin. A slitted tongue crept out and glided along the thin blue lips for added
effect. The warm salty tear tracks on his face stopped as Harry glimpsed his
potion professor's hardened gaze. The potions master wasn't staring in
pity but in understanding and barely concealed disgust. To Snape's left,
Lucius Malfoy stood and grinned snottily at him, and next to him stood a wiry
Avery and stout Knott, who stared on with heated gazes.
"Severus," Voldemort's face grew cold, "I want to see you act out on
the boy."
Snape's eyes darkened as they rested on Harry and he bowed to Voldemort
respectfully before he raised his wand. Harry gasped as his magically bound
arms were tugged upwards, closely followed by the rest him, by invisible
chains. It stretched his body taught, toes barely tipping the ground.

Harry's eyes were wild, watching the sneering Death Eaters as Snape stepped
behind him. A wisp of air, a whistling of something traveling at high speed
were the only warnings before the tasseled end of a leather whip cracked
across his back, ripping a scream of agony from Harry's frayed throat.

Harry shuddered limply in his binds, his sobs resumed quietly. A cold chuckle
sounded as Voldemort came to stop before him and reached around to mop up a
dribble of blood from his shredded skin, before wiping the stained finger over
Harry's bottom lip. He then took a firm hold of Harry's jaw, and brought
his face inches from Harry's before he took said lip into his mouth, sucking
on it. Harry whimpered still held in position.

A harsh bite drew a painful gasp, which was taken advantage of. Voldemort's
forked tongue quickly swept into his mouth plundering its depths,
unrelentingly marking it's territory. Harry tried to force the tongue out of
his mouth but it was useless and he gave in and struggled uselessly in his
binds. After what seemed like forever, Voldemort withdrew his tongue and cold
thin lips, giving a breathless chuckle before he ran the forked tip over the
shell of Harry's ear, making him shiver.

Snape watched the scene and knew he had to do something. The thought of what
the Dark Lord would do to the boy, one-fifth his age, was horrifying. He was
saved from doing as such when Lucius spoke up.

"My Lord," Voldemort turned his cold eyes on the blonde. "Time is short
my Lord, the Order…" Lucius spoke by way of an explanation.

Voldemort sighed harshly against Harry's neck and nuzzled it. His sharp
nails trailed down Harry's arms and sides cutting through just one or two
layers of skin, enough to cause raised, pink streaks to appear on his skin.

"Unfortunately he's right, Harry," Voldemort stated before he stood up
and trailed a devious finger down Harry's chest. He pointed the tip of his
wand over Harry's heart and red eyes blazing with heat narrowed before he
hissed out, "Morsemorde!" Harry immediately went limp in his binds as
unconsciousness tugged at him.

______

The first thing Harry noticed when he awoke was that he was in a white room.
Dim evening light leaked in through the window. The next thing he noticed was
that he was dressed in pyjamas and there were people around him talking in low
voices. Harry allowed a groan to pass his lips and instantly had three shapes
around him. The room was out of focus, his glasses missing. Somebody cast a
spell and Harry's vision cleared momentarily.

"Harry," the old headmaster smiled down at him, but the smile did not
reach his blue eyes, which, he noticed, were not twinkling.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry acknowledged. Dumbledore nodded. Harry
turned his gaze to the other two individuals around him but they were too far
to see them.

"Who else is here?" Harry croaked, his throat felt red raw.

"Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape, Harry."

Harry stiffened, before he slapped himself mentally. He remembered the look
in Snape eyes in reaction to his torture and relaxed. "Professor Snape?"

"What is it Potter?" The snappish tone made Harry smile faintly. The
blob, Snape, came forward.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did in that graveyard, Sir."

Snape frowned. "What are you talking about, you idiot boy? I almost ripped
your spine open."

The shape called Snape moved into his field of vision and Harry shivered
involuntarily at the memory, but then Harry thought back on those hands, and
the forced pleasure extracted from him.

"And for what you didn't do," he whispered. He heard a snort, but also
saw the dark blob nod his head.

"What happened? How did I get out of there?" he asked, turning to the
matter at hand.

Dumbeldore frowned over at Snape. "He let you go, Harry. My guess is that
by placing his mark on your chest, he's sending a message to us here at
Hogwarts."

Harry frowned before he pulled the covers away from his chest. There, in
focus, was the Dark Mark, but it was a sickly green colour instead of black,
like a faded tattoo.

"I don't understand. Why would he send back proof that he's
returned?" Madame Pomfrey's voice cut in, speaking up for the first time.

"My guess is that he believes nobody in our world will take our words for
the truth when we inform them that he has returned. Harry's marking was for
our eyes alone. A very specific message, indeed." His eyes turned back down
to Harry's face, not missing the disgust clear on the boys twisted features.
"Professor Snape told us what happened, Harry." Harry shivered and hugged
his arms around his chest.

All of a sudden, Harry heard a loud gasp, which echoed his own. Harry clamped
a hand over his chest and looked up at the other blob in distress. Snape was
holding his left arm as if to quell the pain there.

"He's calling, Headmaster," Snape spat through gritted teeth.

"Return to him, Severus. He'll be expecting you." The chatter stopped
as Harry groaned as his forehead flared in pain to match his chest.

"I never knew how much it…h-hurt," he gasped.

"Yes," came Snape's gritted reply but in the next moment, Harry felt a
distinct flutter in his stomach. He started and stared up at his company in
shock before a pull at his navel had him spinning, spinning away from
Hogwarts, and the last thing he saw was Dumbeldore's eyes widen comically as
he reached for him.

Harry landed in a hall of voices. Gasps and silence greeted his sudden
appearance before yells broke out. The sound of a door opened to his left and
footfall approached before it stopped suddenly just a few meters away. The
tense silence fell again like a blanket around the hall.

"Severus, step forward." The cold voice chilled Harry to the bone and he
gazed up from the ground in time to see a dark shape step out of the many
other black shapes around him. "Did you see fit to bring the boy back?"

"No my lord, I did not."

Footsteps approached him again and two cold hands wrapped around his arms and
hauled him up before pressing him into the folds of a dark robed chest and
holding there. He panted in fear. No, no! He was back again.
"A nice side effect of your scar and Dark Mark, Harry," an amused tone
hissed. Once the shock had ridden off, Harry began to struggle violently
against the withholding arms.
"This meeting is cancelled. Severus, join me inside my office."

Harry was suddenly pushed and ushered towards a door at the end of the hall,
a wand jabbed into his back all the while. He still couldn't see much apart
from the blurs and odd blob or two. Once shepherded inside the office, Harry
was pulled back against Voldemort's chest before Snape entered and he had
Snape administer a vial of potion from his top desk drawer. The Dark Lord
raised his wand and Harry once again felt the bite of nakedness. He was pulled
down into a lap and his chin directed over a shoulder. Not that Harry minded,
the potion was obviously some kind of sedative and Harry had been reduced to
putty in the cold hands. Said hands trailed through his dark tresses and the
other held firmly over his bare thigh keeping him in position on the Dark
Lord's lap.

"Severus," the voice sounded husky, "I want to know everything you know
about my Horcruxes."

Snape stared into the red eyes, knowing it was useless to deny his
suspicions. "I knew you were using them, my Lord, but that is all I know.
Dumbledore however, has his theories."

Snape watched the possessive hands train down from the nape of the boys neck,
down to that indented curve of the boys lower spine, not that he would mind,
all young Harry would be feeling right now was something akin to what muggles
refer to as 'sated'. The potion was often used by wizard ** keepers in
East Asia to calm their kidnappies whilst they 'broke them in'. It was one
part sedative, two parts aphrodisiac, and three parts numbing agent to one
part thrall inducer. The casual way in which the Dark Lord held and handled
the boy-who-lived was disturbing. Poor Potter wouldn't know what hit him.

So Severus found himself wondering just what exactly young Potter was to the
Dark Lord now; boy-toy? Pet? Harem? All too late Severus realized that while
he'd been observing Potter, Voldemort had been observing him. A malicious
grin spread on the nearly lipless mouth.

"My, my, Severus, you have a lot of thoughts running around that active
brain of yours." The Dark Lord's hand swooped down and glided over the
boys buttocks. This produced a shiver from the boy's body which caused the
Dark Lord's eyes to dilate as a result, and his hand tightened on the boys
back.

"What does Dumbledore suspect, oh servant of mine?" The coldness in the
Dark Lord's ruby red eyes demanded nothing but the truth.

"He thinks you have seven Horcruxes and he knows what they are, all but
one."

Voldemort nodded as if he understood this.

"I shall let you in on a little secret, Servant, mostly because I know you
aren't stupid enough to betray my trust. That old fool may believe you've
gone turncoat but I know better. I expect you to do right by my young charge
here, after all." Snape didn't like that particular endearment one bit.
"Dumbledore is right." The confession brought a sickening twist to
Snape's stomach.

Voldemort nodded, his eyes narrowed. "I have seven Horcruxes in total. One
resides in my body, one destroyed, thanks to Lucius, the rest are hidden."
Voldemort leaned the boy back in his arms then so he lay out across his lap,
arm supporting Harry's head. The boy's eyes were completely lidded and
black from the potion-induced state. Voldemort raised a spidery finger and
pressed it to the angry looking lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
"The seventh of which, is right here."

Snape eyes widened in understanding. The boy was a Horcrux! 'Neither can
live while the other survives.' Of course he'd never told Voldemort that
Dumbledore had revealed to him the full length of the prophecy. Snape, knowing
he was being watched smirked and bowed. "What is it you wish of me, my
Lord?"

The Dark Lord was silent for a moment, running his finger through Harry's
hair and sweeping it away from his Horcrux. "I want you to stock up on that
wonderful little potion you've just fed Harry here. I will be making him my
pet, my harem and something else entirely," he added cryptically.

Snape stared at him in confusion before the Dark Lord smirked evilly. "I
want you to brew me some Volatilis Gravida Puer Venenum. I will be turning the
boy into an Incubus."

Snape felt his stomach turn and looked on at the boy in concealed pity. The
boy's cheeks were slightly flushed pink, lips parted, eyes unseeing and
breathing softly where he was cradled in the arms of the darkest wizard born
in over a century.

"It will take many potions, my Lord. There will be many stages. The boy has
no dormant genes, he is not submissive by nature, so naturally he will fight
the change."

Voldemort nodded and ran two fingers over the boy's bottom lip, pinching
it.

"Yes, he will fight like the good little Gryffindor he is, but I will be
training him personally to suit my pleasures. The boy will be told he is sick,
and I will refrain from claiming him until he reaches his final stage. I will
train him myself, to accept my touch."

Snape had to think quickly. He had to buy himself and boy time to speak to
the headmaster. "If you wish the boy to accept the changes faster, then
perhaps it would be better to abstain from touching him at all in any way that
relieves sexual tension. After all, less is more with an Incubus, and he will
want you, willing or not, when he is starved for touch, my Lord."

Voldemort chuckled before he slipped the finger past the boy's lips and into
his mouth. The boy's breathing never even hitched, he was in a perfect state
of willingness. Of course things would be different when he awoke.

Voldemort gazed back up at Snape and grinned. "Tell me Severus, you have
always let on you hated the boy. Why do you see fit to protect him from me
now?"

Snape flinched outwardly in an award winning display of false honesty. "The
boy is young, my Lord, and his preferences may not lean where ours may. It
would ruin him to break him before he is ready for you."

Voldemort hissed in pleasure and grinned again. "Such seductive reasoning,
Servant, but you have a point. Very well. I'll keep the boy pure and toy
with him less. Is that acceptable?"

Snape bowed and Voldemort lent and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the boys
forehead. Just as Snape was dismissed and opened the door to leave he heard
the quiet whisper that followed him, "Just hurry with that potion Severus,
before I change my mind." Snape could only hope that the Dark Lord would
keep his promise and that Harry wasn't stupid enough to give him a reason to
break it.

After the potion's master had left, Voldemort retired Harry and himself to
his chambers. He had the boy locked up in shackles, atop a small carpet of
cushions at the foot of his large king-sized, four poster bed, so when Harry
awoke from his potion induced stupor this is where he found himself.

He found it hard to remember much. All he'd known was numbness and
pleasure, mixed with a hazy ignorance and only slight want and need. He'd
felt hands on him, and had known who's they were but wouldn't or
couldn't be motivated to stop them, in fact when those cold fingers had
splayed over his lower back and buttocks he had shivered in pleasure.

He found himself trying to remember the voices. He could recall the tones
used and the volume but not the words. Then those fingers had pressed to his
forehead and there was no pain only wholeness, completeness.

Harry shuddered in horror as he relived those emotions. Looking down at
himself and saw he was now only dressed in a flimsy black silk bed robe, which
felt wonderful against his skin for all the wrong reasons. It was too big for
him by far, clearly Voldemort's own as it hung off, exposing one bare
shoulder.

The teen gazed around, knowing this was Voldemort's room. If the luxury
didn't give it away then the gaunt crest that hung on the wall over the king
sized headboard did. The bed could easily fit maybe five people of decent
proportion side by side.

Harry sighed heavily and looked bleakly at his restraints. Two broad, silver
cuffs, with velvet lining wrapped around his wrists that fed a chain through
the bottom headboard. They allowed Harry the freedom of his cushioned wealth
and self retracted to suit his distance from the footboard. Harry figured he
was in for quite a wait.

Strangely enough, when he reflected back on his emotions, he found he
wasn't as frightened as he probably should be, but he figured that was
probably more drugs in his system, designed to keep him calm.

Hours later, Harry awoke to the sound of running water from the door across
from where he lay. Voldemort must have returned but went straight to his
bathroom. The teen settled down for another long wait.

When the door eventually opened again, Voldemort ignored him completely as he
opened a large walk-in wardrobe to their right and disappeared inside it. He
returned shortly, clothed in navy silk bottoms and held a key in his hand. He
approached his desk drawer and opened it. Harry could hear the clinking of
potion vials and clumsily caught the one that was tossed to him.

"Drink that." Voldemort hissed the order and crossed his arms over his
chest as he waited for Harry to comply.

"What is it?" Harry asked and Voldemort smirked.

"Something to enhance your mood." The smirk disappeared and was replaced
with a serious look. Red eyes clashed with green as Voldemort strode forward
and took Harry's chin in a firm grip. "Something to make you care
less."

Harry tensed and swallowed the lump in his throat. "And what am I-" Harry
never got to finish his sentence as Voldemort had sent a wandless
'stupefy' his way and Harry slumped into his cushions. Voldemort took the
vial, uncorked it, and poured it down Harry's throat, massaging it to induce
the swallow reflex. The spell lifted as Voldemort swept him up into his arms.

Harry's eyes became lidded instantly and his head lolled against Voldemorts
chest. Voldemort released the cuffs attaching Harry to the bed and turned
quickly to leave.

Harry was carried down a hallway and out into the reception hall with the
throne. Gasps sounded as Voldemort sat down and splayed Harry across his knees
and guided his head over Voldemort's shoulder. His robe was hanging loosely
open and thin cold finger caressed his tresses and thighs once again before he
pressed them lovingly over the faint Dark Mark branded on the boy's chest.
Voldemort grinned as Harry shivered before he turned his red eyes on the
surrounding Death Eaters.

"Let's get started shall we? Obviously as you can all see Harry Potter is
no longer on my list of targets, but that doesn't mean that we will be
backing down. Dumbledore and his Order must be brought down."

For the next two hours they discussed plans for the destruction of the Order
of Phoenix, the fall of Hogwarts and finally Voldemort dismissed the outer
circle leaving only his most trusted to join him back in his office. Once
there, Voldermort laid Harry out on the couch, resting the boys head on his
lap, robe still open so that the teen's body was on display for everyone.
Voldemort chuckled inwardly at the hungry looks his male-inclined followers
gave the boy, which was everyone one in the room.

He ran a hand down the boy's chest and watched Lucius lick his lips
subconsciously. It was amusing the see the reactions he invoked when he
revealed his plans for boy. He was to become the Dark Lord's Pet and
eventual consort, and their's too if he deemed them useful enough. He
planned to eventually have the boy bare him an heir and keep him then as a
pet, but instructed the rest of them to not- under any circumstances- touch
the boy any way other than to force compliance.

They all agreed and so Harry was fed his first of what was to be a three-week
potion routine. The first was a hormone inducer. Severus had warned the Dark
Lord that Harry would be unruly and earn himself more crucio's than suppers
but after his first tantrum in which Harry shouted and fussed over wanting to
be '…the bloody hell released' Voldemort had simply kept Harry sedated,
and had the elves feed him through potions.

After a week he was fed his second potion, hormone replacement. Harry was
even more volatile now but Voldemort just shifted Harry off unto his inner
circle Death Eaters. After three curcio's the boy had learned to hold his
tongue but his glares spoke of vengeance itching to explode out.

The next stage was physical changes and even though Harry would still be
hormonal throughout this stage, the Dark Lord still kept him locked up in his
chambers. He fed Harry the '**-Keepers' potion every night and curled him
up against his chest whilst his finger always traced the nubs sprouting out of
the boy shoulder blades. These would continue to grow until Harry came into
his changing puberty. Once he was claimed, he would then come into the peak of
his sexual maturity and it would be this stage his thrall would develop.

Harry wasn't told what was happening to him, just that he was sick. An
infection they'd said but when the small aches in his back turned to
splinters of agony, he really went downhill. A fever struck him and Harrry
found himself alone, sweating and panting for breath on his cushions. And that
is the way the Dark Lord found him upon returning that afternoon. Snape was
called and explained to the Dark Lord that Harry was fast approaching his
changing puberty. He would experience these symptoms over the course of a few
hours and by the end he would be ready for claiming. By this stage his wings
would be fully grown also.

Voldemort dismissed the potion's master, missing the distressed look the
man sent the boy, before he cancelled all his meetings that night and sat
watching the boy. He had turned the boy on his stomach so he could watch his
wings grow.

The boy moaned in pain and long appendages grew and grew. First they
materialized as thin elbows that spread out an impressive twelve feet in total
length. Next, out of the naked appendage sprouted pearly white feathers. Which
out of those grew more and more which overlapped the pervious once,
unravelling like muggle window blinds. Soft Downey fluff gave way to secondary
feathers and finally primary flight feathers until the wings were fully
formed.

The Dark Lord couldn't resist, he reach over and ran a hand down the soft
wings. A shiver and a moan escaped the boy and was gobbled up by the pillow in
his face as the Dark Lord continued to stroke them, realizing they were a
source of sensitivity for the young creature. Once he had claimed the boy,
there would be no turning back for Harry. He would be an Incubus in everything
but birth after that threshold was crossed.

Voldemort reached and brought forward his wand. Hovering it over the boys
wing tips he sent a small but powerful slicing charm at the primary flight
feathers and snipped the tips of them, this would render the boy flightless,
should he somehow find himself outside. He then stood up and retreated to his
drawing desk.

A while later, a groan was issued as Harry began to recover. Voldemort sat in
his armchair and watched over the rim of his neat reading glasses. Harry was
groggy and it seemed to take the boy a lifetime to wake up. At first he rolled
over and hissed in pain as he crushed one of his wings under him, quickly
flipping back over.

It took the boy a moment after he came-to to realize he'd changed somewhat.
Voldemort stood up, starling Harry as he realized he was not the only one in
the room and he was in fact laying on Voldemort's bed. The Dark Lord
searched through his drawers for a yellow vial and strode over the Harry and
held it out.

Harry accepted the vial cautiously. Voldemort could see the question in the
boy's eyes but also knew he was too afraid to ask it after last time. He
uncorked and swallowed it in one and sighed relief at the familiar taste of
the calming drought. Voldemort then uncorked a second vial and surprised Harry
as he swallowed it himself, then took a second. Harry watched the man walk
into the bathroom and change into his black silk dressing robe, the very same
one Harry had once worn. Harry had so many questions and even if he would be
punished he would ask them.

"Please," he began, as the Dark wizard prepared them both cups of tea
from the tea tray left by the elves. Voldemort raised a non-existent eyebrow.

"What were those potions, what is happening to me, I mean-" he picked up
one of his yet useless wings splayed out to his side and let it drop before
looking back up at the Dark Lord. Voldemort held out the tea and Harry took it
carefully.

Voldemort stayed standing. He took a sip of his tea and waited for Harry to
try his before he spoke. "You have been told thus far that the reasons for
your changes and potions were because of a sickness you picked up in the
graveyard. This was a lie, as they are in fact a three-stage course of potions
to change you into an Incubus. Harry you are now in your final stage, Changing
puberty, thus the wings".

Harry's eyes widened. "You turned me into a…a…What? Why?!" The boy
all but squeaked.

Voldemort sat down beside him and placed his and the boy's tea on the
cabinets beside his bed. "Because I wished you to be so and make no mistake,
my angel-" Harry flinched at the endearment,"-I desired you to be so and
so you are. Eventually, I will have you carry me an heir but for now you will
just be my angel."

Harry couldn't breath. He doubted that whatever hair brained scheme
Dumbeldore had concocted to save him wouldn't have included this. Voldemort
wanted him as a- well, this!

"What were those potions you took?" he asked cagily.

Voldemort smirked. "The first was an aphrodisiac; I'm not as young as I
use to be and the second was a contraceptive potion, as I'm not ready for my
heir just yet." Harry stared for a moment before he was up and running for
the bedroom door.

He was slow and awkward with the limp lifeless wings and Voldemort caught him
easily. Harry cried out as the arm ensnared his waist from behind preventing
his escape. "No! Take your sick, perverted hand off me, you pedo!"

Voldemort growled blowing hot breath onto Harry's ear and dragged the boy
towards his cushions. In the scuffle he stepped on one of the muscles new
wings drawing a cry of pain from the young Incubus. He pulled the boy down and
spelled the cuffs to bind the boy wrists. Harry gasped but Voldemort didn't
advance any further, he stood up and stared down at Harry curiously as the boy
gathered his tender wings closer to his body.

Voldemort sneered as he thought of Severus scheming with the old fool. Let
him think he trusted the spy, let them think he was fooled, and let them think
that the Dark Lord would keep his promise to wait for the boy's thrall to
develop. By then the rescue mission would be pointless, nothing could change
the boy back and as Voldemort stared down at the unwilling and frightened
creature below him he smirked. With the boy in his clutches, the war was a
good as over, even if it meant using unconventional methods to end it.

Next story to be finished is Emporial Stripes, followed by Indecent Proposal, then Rise of the Dark Lord's Heir, and finally Human Horcrux.

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