Submitted by Cursa,
Title: Indecent Proposal
Category: Angst/Creature Fic
Type: Open ended OneShot
Pairing: Slash HP/SS HP/LV
Summary: Harry comes into his inheritance and suddenly everyone around gathers an interest in him…including a Dark Lord.
Description: I wrote this as a bit of narrative dribble and have no intention to continue it on. Anyone who thinks they could do it justice is welcome to adopt it. Review and I'll pass on a few notes. Enjoy.
Grammar is tailored to a UK audience folks.
Chapter one: Magnetic Manipulation
***Dream scene***
Harry
frowned as he looked around the elaborate reception hall of a
large
palace. Ahead of him sat those who were clearly the rulers
of this great
empire. The noisy chatter of well over a hundred
individual subjects that
lined either side of the lengthy hall
room echoed around them. The montage of
colourful robes and
aristocratic faces painted the room in a celebratory glow
and all
attention was drawn to the top of the hall, were upon a dais, sat
in
an elegant throne of cushioned wealth was a dark haired man
holding a bundle
of cloth in his arms. The regal looking man, with
hard green eyes and square
shoulders oozed imposing power, yet the
way he held the precious bundle in his
arms with care, and the
soft cooing sounds he made to it spoke of a gentler
disposition.
King
Augustus smiled down at his sweet babe. Even for a Succubus
predating
her inheritance the child was beautiful. The most
striking verdant eyes he had
ever seen sparkled back up at him.
"Lily" he announced in a loud baritone
to the silent and
attentive hall. His smile widened as the child grasped one
of his
calloused fingers in her podgy little hand. "I will call you
Lily".
***Dream Scene***
Harry
awoke and opened his eyes to the darkened room. He groaned and
reached
out to his bedside cabinet where upon it sat his round
circular framed
glasses. The beaten old cabinet was one of the few
pieces of furniture to
litter his room at the Dursley's home,
accompanied by an old lumpy mattress
on a box bed, and a bared
window where an empty owl's cage sat dirty and
abandoned, in
favour of a midnight flight.
Harry placed his glasses on and
glanced at the clock on the wall, five
minutes to twelve. Five
more minutes and he would be sixteen years old. Not
that this
would make much of a difference to him, Harry knew that no matter
his
adult status in the wizarding world, he would still have to return to
the
Dursley's next summer like always. Harry frowned as flashes
of pristine
faces and kings in court came back to him, and he
tried to focus on his most
recent dream. He briefly remembered
both a man and child with green eyes. The
eyes reminded him of his
own and they way in which the king had cradled the
babe to his
chest sent a familiar wave of warmth through Harry. He barely
noticed
as the clock on the wall chimed 2:30am as his world erupted
viciously
in agony.
***Exterior: Little Whinging, Surrey, Evening***
Harry
tried not to cry out as he sped around the outskirts of yet
another
white-faced suburban house. His lungs burned and every
fibre of his body
screamed out for oxygen. Yet he kept running.
Bloody hell! What had gotten into everyone? One minute he'd
been in the
playground park, swinging on his favourite swing,
where he often came to brood,
and the next minute they'd
appeared and out of nowhere had attacked him.
Harry stopped
momentarily to lean against the cool brick of one house, at the
end
of the cul-de-sac. Hunched over he stifled as gasp and clamped a hand
over
his side where a stitch seized him.
He recalled the look
on Dudley's face when he'd seen Harry sitting alone
in the
park, and the looks on all the other boys' faces. He wasn't
sure
what had come over them. One minute they had exchanged their
routine insults
and the next all five boys had him pined to the
grassy ground and were
molesting him.
Harry gave a visible
shudder as he remembered with a sickening twist in his
stomach,
the hands that had gained free license to roam over his chest,
arms
and torso hungrily. If it hadn't been for the
testosterone-pumped boys
fighting over who would do the honours,
Harry never would have had the chance
to slip away.
He stood
now, alone, pressed against the shadows of the house, his heart
in
his throat as the sound of heavy footfall approached. The pack
of four
hormone-driven teens thundered by, only to stop and
backtrack to the garden
where Harry was hiding. Harry watched,
horrified as they sniffed the air and
circled like a pack of
wolves following some invisible trail that brought them
closer and
closer to his hiding spot. They'd find him again soon. With
his
only window of opportunity closing, he steeled himself to make
a last
desperate dash, knowing his exhausted and undernourished
body would not be
able to gather enough speed to loose them out in
the open anyway.
Just as he wound his body like a spring to
release, two cold hands clamped
over his mouth and around his
chest effectively pinning his body to the warm
firm wall of flesh
behind him. Harry's cry of surprise was muted behind the
bony
fleshy gag. Seconds ticked by where the only sounds that reached
Harry
were his own erratic breathing and the pounding of his heart
in his ears. A
loud cry of triumph went up into the night, drawing
his attention further down
the street where a sixteen year old
Harry Potter was seen running in the
opposite direction, leading
the horde of rambunctious teens in hot pursuit.
The person
holding him prisoner sighed and loosened their grip before
releasing
him fully. Harry stumbled forward and turned to view his
attacker
freezing as he recognized the crooked nose and black eyes
of the very distinct
potions master- Severus Snape. "Professor?"
Harry asked incredulously. The
characteristic sadistic sneer
stained the professor's mouth.
"I'm glad to see your powers
of observation have not failed you,
Potter."
Irritation
flooded Harry but he was still in too much shock to let the
snarky
potions masters' attitude bother him. "I-I don't
understand sir, just
what's going on?"
Snape frowned and
raised a hand to Harry face, Harry followed the movement
until he
jerked and slapped the offending appendage away violently.
Snape's
sneer widened as he reached into a pocket and flicked a
hanky in Harry's face.
"You're bleeding, Potter. Clean
yourself up."
Harry then became aware of the sting in his lip;
he must have busted it in
the struggle to get away from the boys.
His tongue darted out to wipe the
blood away before pressing the
cloth to it. Snape's whole composure changed
instantly. His body
stiffened, his fists curled and his eyes darkened even
more if
that was possible, but this time it wasn't in anger, it was in
lust.
Quickly he spun away from Harry and showed him his robed
back.
"Listen carefully to me Potter, because I am not about to
repeat myself."
Harry, unnerved by the professor's actions,
stayed quiet, staring at his
back. "You need to get out of here
and back to your relatives. The
headmaster has appointed me to
come and see to it you follow these
instructions."
Harry
didn't need to be a legillimence to hear the bitter seeds
in
Snape's voice, was he angry with Dumbledore for sending him
to Harry? Of
course he was. Snape hated him but hate him or not
he'd saved Harry's hide yet
again and this made him inclined
to listen to the greasy professor.
"Sir," He tried, "I don't
understand-"
"Of course you don't," Snape hissed in anger.
He sighed heavily and
turned his head slightly to indirectly look
over his shoulder at Harry.
"What happened last night P-Harry?
Hm?"
Harry blinked in shock, not missing out on the significant
use of his given
name on the professor's lips. "Last night?
I-"He frowned. He couldn't
remember, he vaguely recalled
feeling ill, very ill in fact….
"Have you looked in the mirror
this morning Potter?"
Snape's voice broke into his train of
thought and Harry frowned. "No."
Without so
much as another word, Snape extracted his wand, conjured a
small
silver hand-held mirror and passed it back to Harry. His
long, thin fingers
brushed Harry's as he did and Harry felt a
ripple of something flood through
his body at the touch. He shook
it off and raised the mirror to peer into it.
There, reflected
back at him, was himself. His normal average, unruly
haired,
green-eyed self. Nothing had changed. "I still
don't-"
"You don't need to understand, you just need to
depart from here and
return home. Preferably before your little
friends come back."
Harry gritted his teeth. Why couldn't
anyone give him a straight god-damn
answer for once? "Sir, just
what's going on? I don't look any different,
why give me the
mirror? What am I suppose to be looking for?" Harry
snapped
waspishly.
"What?" Snape turned around- big
mistake. His whole demeanour changed
instantly yet again. He took
painfully slow yet deliberate steps towards Harry.
His eyes were
glassy, transfixed even, just like…
"S-Sir?" Snape sneered
as Harry wisely began to back up. "Sir, please
you're scaring
me- you look just like them". That seemed to have an
effect.
Snape's mouth closed with an audible snap and his eyes refocused
on
Harry pined against the house wall before they widened in
horror at his
proximity.
"In the name of all that's
Slytherin!" He closed his eyes and took
steady breaths before
they opened again, focused and beady on Harry.
"Potter, do you
know what an Incubus is?"
Harry nodded; he recalled learning
about them briefly from Hagrid. "It's
a magical creature. The
male of the species to be exact that feeds off the
sexual vibes
given off by other creatures" Harry blushed slightly and
Snape
nodded for him to continue. "Incubi ooze pheromones in a
process called a
thrall, used to attract victims with which it
feeds off by the only method
available, sexual relief" Harry
shrugged his shoulders "What has this got
to do with me?"
All
was silent for a moment before Snape continued on the diatribe for
him.
"Incubi come into their inheritance when?"
Harry
frowned. "When they finish puberty, that usually happens around
fifteen
or six-"Harry's eyes widened in shock and Snape nodded
to confirm his
suspicions.
"Lily was a Succubus, Potter, the
female version of the Incubus". Harry
straightened himself up
off the wall suddenly feeling all too exposed. "So
that's why
they attacked me? Because I turned-…came into my inheritance
last
night?"
Snape nodded. "Proof that you only exist to bring
misery to the lives of
your protectors..." Harry glared at him.
"…but furthermore Potter, the
Incubus is a rather rare breed
of magical creature because they are able to
bare children with
magically-charged blood. Sometimes they are sought out for
the
sole purpose to be the bearers of wizarding children".
Harry
blanched. "Are you telling me I can become pregnant?"
Snape
nodded. "Yes, but you don't do things by half do you?
This,
unfortunately, gets worse."
Harry snorted earning him a
sneer from Snape. "Worse than being in heat and
having the
entire wizarding and muggle world trying to screw me, you
mean?"
Harry immediately blushed rouge in embarrassment before
he frowned again in
confusion. "Wait, what do you mean it gets
worse exactly?"
"The Dark Lord."
Those three words
stole whatever embarrassment Harry was feeling away, and
replaced
it with a cold chill of fear. "What about him?" he
asked
sceptically.
"It serves as no surprise that the Dark
Lord has searched all these years
for someone to bear him an
heir."
Harry's eyes widened in horror. "He knows, doesn't
he?"
Green eyes locked with black. Was that pity he saw there?
Snape nodded a yes.
"If he catches you, you won't be able to
help yourself Potter." Harry
choked, earning a glare from the
Potion's Master. "I'm serious you
little fool. The thrall
doesn't just affect those around you, but you as
well. You need
to feed and the longer you leave it, the worse the pull will
become
and the more you'll hunger for more powerful victims." A
harsh
breeze blew from behind and Snape shuddered as he sniffed
the air. He shook
his head and turned to leave. "I must go now.
I must not stay any longer in
your company than necessary".
Harry,
spurred into action, blocked his path. "Oh no you don't.
You
can't just leave me here! What about the order? And what if
my thrall
affects the rest of the Dursleys, huh? How am I supposed
to defend myself when
I can't use magic?"
Snape raised an
eyebrow before he pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket
and
handed it him. Harry unravelled it to look at the official ministry
seal
adorned within.
"The headmaster has convinced minister
fudge, in light of your recent
inheritance, to allow you the use
of underage magic for the coming summer
weeks, but only within the
boundaries of your home and not in the presence of
muggles."
Harry
nodded in agreement. He glanced back up the street and winced
before
turning back to Snape. His tongue already tasted bitter,
but fear spurred him
on. "Will you apparate me home?"
The
very idea seemed to anger Snape. His jaw tightened and his lip curled
but
none-the-less, he nodded and extended a hand to him. The force
of the
apparition pressed Harry up against Snape's hard chest,
as they were both
forced through a rubber tube, but a loud pop
later Harry found
both of them inside his familiar, box-like
bedroom.
Harry sighed in relief and tried to step back, but as
Snape's arms around
him tightened painfully, he flinched.
"Professor," Harry gasped as the
embrace became vice like, he
could hear the professor's breathing escalate
to a pant and the
evidence of something hard pressing against his stomach sent
him
into a panic. He struggled now, frightened. "Professor-
pl-please,
you're hurting me!" Snape seemed to come to, and
pushed Harry forcefully
away from him before turning his wand on
the door and casting a sticking
charm.
"Keep that door
locked. Only leave this room for food, and when you do,
disillusion
yourself. Someone from the order will be in contact soon."
Harry
nodded. "Thank y-" But Snape had already departed with a loud
pop.
***Interior: Dursleys home: Day***
Harry
winced and covered his ears as another almighty crash sounded
meters
away at his bedroom door. He curled up tighter on his
spring mattress hearing
the pounding of fists, grunting and
shuffling from the other side of the door.
His thrall had gotten
so bad now that this desperate clambering to reach him
had now
become a daily occurrence. Another thud sounded and the door gave
off
a menacing creak. One larger thump would buckle it. Just as
the large body on
the other side hit the door a final time, it
gave way to the blubbery load and
Harry quickly raised his wand
and disillusioned himself from view.
Sitting perfectly still on
his bed, he tried to control his breathing as his
large, beefy
Uncle Vernon stood in quietly, his beady eyes dilated and
breathing
laboured. His eyes searched the room for Harry and Harry
tried to fight his
raising heartbeat. "Harry? Harry, my lad,
where are you?" Harry frowned at
the deceptive tones in his
Uncles voice as he crept around the room. "Harry
my boy, come on
now, and show yourself." His uncle licked his plump lips. "You
know
I won't hurt you sweetie-much." The last part was whispered but
it was
enough to finally spur Harry into action.
Harry leapt
off the bed, the movement immediately bringing his attacker
chasing
after him. He scrambled out of the room, hearing a thump and
swearing,
followed by a loud, "Duders! Stop him!"
Dudley's
door burst open all of a sudden and Harry pressed himself against
the
landing wall as Dudley hammered by and dashed towards his room to
help his uncle. Having survived the ambush, Harry made a dash
downstairs, feeling the invisibility spell wavering as he did. He
skipped the last five steps in one bound and
flung the front door
open.
Pain,
head-splitting pain was the first thing he registered, before he
was
able to open his eyes and his addled brain came back into
focus. The burning
in his scar brought an all-too-real realization
to him, and as Harry looked
up, his heart stopped seeing the three
wizards making their way up the front
yard. Verdant green eyes,
locked with scarlet briefly before instinct overrode
shock and
Harry slammed the door and raised his wand, casting a locking
spell
on it. It wouldn't hold them off, but it would buy him a
little time.
Harry turned but gasped as he came face to face with
a purple cheeked, sneering
Uncle Vernon. He had a moment to take
in the man's proximity before a fleshy
hand clamped around his
throat and Harry found himself flung backwards towards
the
staircase. Back surely bruised and steps digging into his spine,
Harry barely
had time to register the banging on the door before
his uncle's form was
pressing down onto him.
The man's
weight was five times that of Harry's, but as lips and
hands
travelled sloppily over his body, a wave of unfamiliar
sensitivity hit Harry
and rendered him immobilized except to issue
a whimper or a shiver as his
Uncle's overgrown, yet aroused body
pressed down onto his own.
The sudden blast of the front door and
the hail of wooden splinters weren't
even enough to distract his
Uncle.
A tall man entered the hallway. Alert and angry red eyes
sought green, hazed
and clouded over by lust, brought on by the
onslaught of his Uncles ravishing.
Immediately joined by two death
eaters behind ghost-white masks, Voldemort
pointed his wand at the
tub of lard over Harry and cast a green ray. The man
stopped
moving, effectively pinning Harry to the stairs with the already
cold
mass of flesh.
"Take the other muggles to the sitting
room; do not disturb us for any reason
other than unexpected
company. It's imperative that we are left alone."
All this
time, Voldemort's eyes never left his own. His now more
'Tom
Riddle, human-like' visage did nothing to hide the power
he stank of, and
Harry visibly shivered as he spoke.
The two
unknown death eaters slipped out of the room and Voldemort turned
to
Harry again. Having recovered some, he was attempting to roll
the useless lump
off him that was keeping him captive. Voldemort
smirked at his efforts and his
eyes lit up with glee as he raised
his wand and levitated Uncle Vernon's
corpse from him. Hands
wrapped themselves around his arms and began to drag
him up the
stairs. Professor Snape's voice sounded in Harry's
head…"He'd
been searching for someone to bear him an heir all those
years."
That
stirred Harry. He thrashed and flailed as he tried to free himself
from
the firm hold on his arm. Voldemort simply chuckled and Harry
felt himself
drawn against a warm firm chest before hands swept
his legs out from under him
and he was lifted and carried the rest
of the way up the stairs. Harry stopped
struggling immediately,
his eyes hooded as he felt what must have been his own
thrall that
swept over him. He was panting and still as the Dark Lord carried
him
back into his own room and kicked the door shut behind him.
Harry's
first instinct, as he was placed upon the bed, was to scramble up
and
away from the Dark Lord but he found his limbs wouldn't move. If
Harry
had thought that his uncle's pull had been a spark, then
the Dark Lords was
lightning! The very presence of Lord Voldemort
standing at the foot of the bed had
Harry immobilized.
Voldemort
cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "You know…"
he
started in his husky voice; he smirked as Harry broke into a
harder pant at
the sound. He began to climb up over Harry and
smiled as the boy's body jerked in
anticipation of contact.
"…What you're feeling right now is your mating
instinct,
Harry."
He grazed the back of his knuckles down Harry chest and
grinned in delight as
the boy gave an obvious physical shudder at
the sensation. His Cheeks flushed and
eyes glazed over. He then
ran them over the boy's reddened cheeks, eyes
narrowing in
pleasure as Harry leaned into the touch and moaned quietly. "Do
you
know why? It's because nature dictates that the stronger the mate,
the
stronger the attraction will be." Harry's lips trembled
and he arched and
cried out as Voldemort's hand finally grasped
a hold of his arousal. A malicious
grin spread on the cold
features before the Dark Lord got to work, quickly and
efficiently.
After all, who knew how long they would have?