Ok so this is a Harry Potter Creature Fanfic and if you don't like the idea than you shouldn't read this (that kind of goes without saying) but anyway I really hope you enjoy the story and give it a chance before moving on to something else. And I promise that I'll make it the best fanfic that I can…
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot
Summary: Harry turns seventeen and as part of his inheritance he turns into an incubus. The same night Dudley inherits some creature blood of his own. Now the race is on to capture the two. It's better than it sounds at first trust me please read. And if you could be bothered to could you please review?
Thunder resounded through the empty spaces between the uniform houses of Privet Drive as a heavy downpour of rain drenched the streets and homes. Inside a house marked number four a boy named Harry Potter was busy firing the stove in preparation for a meal for his relatives.
The fat man, Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, and son Dudley had contented themselves to watching television while his aunt showered in the bathroom upstairs.
Setting the table for three Harry silently and dutifully continued his work, stopping only once to ponder about the effects his seventeenth birthday, which would happen as soon as the stroke midnight.
Finally he could get away from these wretched muggles and their constant abuse. All of his life since the day he came to live with them he'd been abused, neglected, starved, and occasionally beaten. Sure they were his relatives and he did feel something for them, them being the only remnants of his entire family. But he would feel a whole lot more if they weren't such horrendous people.
And finally he could do his magic outside of school, finally he could be seen as capable of taking care of his own well being.
Not to mention it was nearing the time when he'd go back to Hogwarts. He'd loved that school, it was the only place where people truly cared about him, he had friends there, he wasn't neglected there. His home was there, he belonged there.
And after the incident in the Ministry of Magic, with his godfather's death weighing heavily on his heart, and the knowledge of his own possession by the Dark Lord Harry didn't feel quite as safe anymore; even with the blood wards still in effect.
It seemed like wherever he went he could somehow feel the small link between the two of them. And the fact that the Dark Lord could access this link scared him even more, he never felt like he was truly by himself, he always felt "watched" and the feeling was entirely too creepy for his liking.
He missed Sirius, and he often found himself waking from a reoccurring nightmare; it was always the same, Bella would shout "Avada Kedavera!" and he would watch, helpless and in horror as his beloved godfather fell back through the veil, dead and gone.
"Boy!"
Harry was startled awake by the sound of his uncles sharp bark. He looked up from underneath his raven-black tousled hair. "Yes Uncle Vernon?" he tried to sound meek and polite.
"Hurry up with our dinner, Petunia should be down any minute and I want our dinner on the table by the time she gets here. You hear me boy?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry always hated the fact that while he did everything around the house that his uncle would always speak to him as if he were blind, deaf, stupid.
He could hear his cousin grunt in approval as a smirk smeared it's way across his fat cousin's face.
Ignoring the both of them Harry set the table as he was asked and proceeded to clean out some of the scraps left in the pan for his own dinner. And after successfully scraping up a semi-decent meal Harry slumped against the wall and started eating before his aunt could make an appearance.
About five minutes later, when Harry was about three quarters of his way though, his aunt cantered in wearing a maroon night gown under a pink fluffy bath robe with matching slippers; her damp hair clung to the sides of her horse-like face.
Harry gave out a muffled snort, the whole pink look reminded him utterly too much about a certain Dolores Umbridge he had the displeasure of tangling with his last year at Hogwarts. Damn how he detested that woman. She had entirely pink wardrobe and could be counted as one of the most sadistic person's Harry's ever met, and with his record that was saying something. She would have them mutilate themselves as a form of detention, cast truth serum on half the student body, and would even perform an unforgivable curse in order to sate the acute paranoia of Cornelius Fudge, who in himself was just plain off his rocker to begin with. The entire memory made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it.
Now at a loss for appetite Harry quickly got up and set his plate in the sink.
Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley were all at the diner table now stuffing their faces looking quite content with themselves.
Excusing himself from the scene Harry made his way upstairs and into his bedroom with the locks on the outside.
Shutting the door quietly, so not to get yelled at, Harry slipped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor and slumped down on the bed laying his head against the pillow and folding his arms up over his head.
Hedwig, Harry's snowy pet owl, chirped quietly as to get his attention.
Harry turned his face towards the bird, she was hungry, it was obvious she was because she was fed just about as little as he was.
Harry smiled at her. Reaching his hands into his pockets he pulled out a few small bits of bread and meat he'd scavenged from dinner.
The owl eyed the food hungrily.
Slowly Harry stood and went over to her cage slipping the food through the bars as she gobbled it up.
After all the food was gone Hedwig gave another chirp communicating she wanted more.
Harry looped his fingers through the bars of the bird cage to stroke her feathers, "Sorry Hed that was all I could get tonight, but you know tomorrow we'll be free and I'll let you out of there so you can fly and hunt and do whatever you want. But you know that I can't right now, Vernon would never allow it and I can't have anything happen to you too."
Hedwig cocked her head to the side like a small dog, looking at him thoughtfully, almost as if she understood.
Harry smiled and returned to his bed, plopping down on the already mussed sheets.
He glanced at the clock on his night table, 7:33pm, only four and a half hours to go.
Around 10:15pm Harry slipped off into deep sleep.
In his dream he was back at the ministry, clutching the prophecy in his hands, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches," called a raspy voice into his ear, "And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…" and the voice fades away.
"Harry!"
Harry visibly jumped, the prophecy falling from his hand a shattering on the ground at his feet.
That never happened before.
Harry turned, trying to locate the voice.
"Harry" it sounded again, softer this time, more soothing.
"Harry dear."
He turned again, only to be caught in the arms of his mother Lily.
Wrapping his arms around her waist he embraced her, leaning into her shoulder he inhaled sharply, like he was about to cry.
She smelled like rainfall and lily blossoms.
After holding him there for what seemed like forever she stood back, lifting his chin with her delicate fingers to look in his eyes, exuberant meeting vibrant green.
"Harry darling you have to listen to me."
He nodded, his eyes tearing up but never breaking eye contact with his long dead mother.
"Harry I know this is hard to believe but the Evan's aren't entirely human."
Harry opened him mouth slightly but was shushed by a finger pressing against his lips.
"Harry sweetie I haven't got much time and I need you to pay attention now," she said gently.
He nodded once again for her to continue.
"Harry our bloodlines aren't entirely muggle, long ago the magical world was much more entwined with the muggle one stories of fairies and vampires, werewolves were quite common in muggle culture. And although wizard kind has maintained a certain level of secrecy, not all creatures remained hidden as such and often married into muggle families, into our family, now their blood has been passed on to you."
Harry's eyes widened at his mothers words, if what she said was true then he was part magical creature.
"Harry dear, the creature blood in our family has always been suppressed by the more prominent muggle blood, I discovered mine by accident after I turned seventeen. During the time of your inheritance, the blood will awaken due to your magical ability as a wizard."
Harry gulped aloud.
Lily noticing this held his cheeks in both hands, cradling his head. "Harry please don't be scared," she said soothingly. "I love you sweetheart never forget that."
Harry nodded as the image of his mother began to fade away, sparkling as scattered dust.
"Wait mother," Harry said holding out his hand for her, "what creature am I?"
His mother smiled a moment before her faded image leaned to his ear. "Harry you're an incubus."
And with that she was gone.
Harry had just barely woken when the clock stroke twelve. Immediately after he found a warmth that started in his chest, and quickly branched out to his limbs making him relax his whole body tingling.
Then came pain.
It came as a searing white hot stab to his heart, slowly it spread setting his whole body ablaze with a pain so intense it passed that of even the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry screamed as his whole body was engulfed in a cocoon of anguish, his muscles tightened sending him into uncontrollable spasms. His limbs flailing about wildly knocking into his nightstand sending the alarm clock tumbling to the floor, his head jerking from side to side in pure torture as he shrieked.
He was screaming so loud in his lungs he hadn't even registered the adjacent screams coming from Dudley's room. The sound of his uncle and aunt springing out of bed slamming the door open and rushing to their distressed son's aid, leaving him to his own torture.
After about ten minutes, though what seemed like eons, of agony the pain began to subside, leaving the boy breathless and exhausted on his now completely sweat soaked bed sheets.
Catching his breath he tried to shift to a more comfortable position on the bed only to notice a rustling noise, eerily similar to the sound of wings fluttering.
Curious he looked over at Hedwig who was staring at him from across the room, safely tucked into her cage, her wings folded tight against the sides of her body.
Obviously it wasn't her who made that sound.
Brushing it off as a pigeon or some other common birds that liked to hang around houses he tried to position himself again, only to find something wet and squishy against his shoulders and neck.
Harry shot up into a sitting position, turning himself around.
There, right under the pillow he'd been resting on, was large kind of embryonic sack.
Almost daringly Harry reached out to touch it. It was thick and slimy, coated with a clear fluid mixed in blood, his blood.
Panicking Harry sprang out of bed, out of his room, down the hall, and into the bathroom where he securely locked the door behind him.
He looked in the mirror.
The first thing staring back at him were his eyes, no longer pale, but exotically green. The iris was tiny, just a tad larger than a dulled pencil lead, around it was a burst of erotic emerald green with tiny slivers of white etched around the iris. Beyond that it became a bright jade that almost seemed to glow in vibrancy making a ring and fading back into dark emerald as it neared the edges.
His hair was blacker still and slightly tousled, but it too had taken on an unnatural sheen to it making it almost shimmer in the light.
His skin was pale, snow pale, and completely flawless.
The face had become sharper, the features more prominent, his chiseled jaw and plush lips, strait nose and slight yet well defined and muscled form.
Put blatantly, he was gorgeous.
But what shocked him the most were the pair of predominant coal black wings sprouting from his shoulder blades, flapping listlessly behind him.
Ok so this is my first HP fanfic so I'd really appreciate any feedback any of you could give me. This is also my first rated M fic so please don't be to harsh. Many thanks see you in the next chapter!