Harry Potter

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The Succubus

By Miracles79

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Prologue: Powerless

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Disclaimer: The characters used in this Fan Fic are owned by JK Rowling and Warner Brother Studios (I think?) and are merely used in appreciation of the original author's incredible work. I own nothing apart from the story contained within these words, if that.

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Darkness had spread its way through Hogwarts castle; the sun's rays receding from view to be replaced by black clouds and shadow. A cold chill descended with the fog, a sign that winter had arrived early this time of year. It was not an unexpected phenomenon but most certainly uncomfortable for the few that remained inside the imposing castle. Thankfully, for the occupants that stayed behind, there were none of the usual sounds of late night cramming or whispered conversation in the halls.

And, why should there be?

School had finally finished for the year, students returning to their families in droves. The only people who remained were the more industrious members of the teaching body: Professor McGonagall, Severus Snape and Rubeus Hagrid, to name but a few. Most kept to themselves working into the night to plan lessons or check the attendance sheets for their houses. But on this occasion, and rather out of the ordinary, tonight, Minerva McGonagall could be seen walking through the halls, moving further away from her office. To most this would not have seemed a strange occurrence but to those who truly knew the professor it would have seemed very out of character.

Minerva McGonagall was a very studious woman; she worked diligently and always kept a close eye on her students whether they were from her house or not. She was also known for rarely venturing outside her office unless called upon to teach classes or lead rounds about the castle, which was always tedious and uneventful.

A common trend, amongst older, love-struck, students, was to use the empty classrooms as their own personal make out room. Unfortunately, this idea was almost always accompanied by stupidity; how older students did not have the forethought to use silencing spells was beyond Minerva. Not that she condoned these actions, oh no, in fact she despised the idea entirely, but her displeasure was only second to that of disappointment.

To think that Hogwarts's oldest students had not had the sense to perform even the simplest of spells; it was embarrassing to say the least. Did her lessons not sink into their heads or something? But, never the less, and as she had always been reminded, these rounds were for the student's better protection. She would endure whatever came if it meant her students felt safe and protected.

So, in hindsight, it was best to say; she rarely left her office unless her profession dictated that she must. So it begs the question; why was Minerva walking the halls when she would much prefer to stay locked up inside her office, working?

The simple answer: Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, had called for a meeting. The message, like most messages from Albus, was prompt and to the point, the deadline being this afternoon in fact. That was why Professor McGonagall could be seen walking the halls towards Dumbledore's office, her steps calm and measured.

Having reached the entrance to the Headmaster's office, Minerva spoke to the stone gargoyle who only glowered up at her as she approached. Minerva might have been feeling paranoid but the gargoyle always seemed to have that same look of loathing in its eye every time she entered. She doubted it was a personal grudge but it still confused her, although most things which involved Albus Dumbledore would confuse her.

Ignoring the gargoyle, Minerva climbed up the circling stairs unperturbed as they revolved and ascended towards a wooden door high above. As she waited, McGonagall pondered on a question she had been asking herself ever since she received the letter from Dumbledore. The question being; why was she called to Albus's office at such short notice?

Were any of the students from her house in danger of being excluded?

Doubtful, that honour, thankfully, resided with Severus Snape and more importantly Slytherin House. Snape would often be called to Albus's office to discuss complaints raised against his house, the usual pupils discussed being; Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. In fact, in an uncomfortable statistic, it was revealed that both Draco and Pansy had received more warnings than all the students in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw combined. Severus must have had a remarkable way with words as neither had been excluded for their behaviour… not yet anyhow.

So, Minerva doubted it had anything to do with exclusion. Perhaps it had something to do with… behaviour?

Once again that suggestion sounded very unlikely. Aside from a few students who caused frequent disruptions in class, I.e. Fred and George - Gryffindor was a very well behaved house. There numerous victories, over other houses, in the house cup were a testament to that. Although, if Minerva was being brutally honest, the cup was won single-handedly by Hermione Granger who achieved at least two-thirds of their total house points alone.

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If teachers were allowed favourites then McGonagall would have picked Hermione Granger, from all the students she had taught over the years, in a heartbeat. Hermione was not only intelligent but had a work ethic that beggared belief; she was polite and had been Minerva's only choice for Gryffindor's prefect this year. She came to Hogwarts from a muggle upbringing and yet on her first day she had put all other students to shame with her knowledge and understanding of complex subjects. A student this rare was simply a treat to behold. The last student with such a rare gift was none other than Chloe Roberts who would go on to become the highest ranking member of the auror office.

So, behaviour wasn't an option either. Which meant only one thing; it had something to do with the, so called, 'Golden Trio.'

It wasn't a hard deduction because in all her years of teaching she had never discussed students so frequently then Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. She only wondered which member this discussion would involve; most likely Harry as he managed to cause trouble both inside Hogwarts and out. Not that he was a trouble-maker, oh no, in fact Harry was remarkably well behaved for someone with so much publicity. He was not exactly diligent in his studies either, much like Ron, but he had a level head and a talent for quelling danger whenever it reared its ugly head.

So, with somewhat of an understanding of the situation, Minerva stepped off the revolving stair case and walked towards the door. To her surprise the door was already wide open, and before she could knock to make Dumbledore aware of her presence, the same man's voice reached her. "Come in Minerva, have a seat. I fear this conversation may take us a while so it's best we get started."

Already a bad sign, Albus's voice sounded worn and that was something she did not expect of the usually vibrant Headmaster. Stepping through, Minerva saw Albus feeding a young phoenix on its porch, the fire which surrounded the feathery beast igniting with every mouthful of food. Walking to a chair in front of the headmaster's desk, Minerva took a seat and waited for Albus to follow. The situation sounded important, and if the piles of parchment left on his desk were any indication the topic would not be easy to digest.

"Before we start; would you like a sherbet lemon?"

"No, that's quite alright." Minerva replied, wanting to get to the brunt of the problem.

"A shame. I have grown quite fond of these since returning from London."

Having said that Albus un-wrapped a small yellow sweet and popped it in his mouth, savouring the taste as he went to sit down. However, as Albus sat in his chair, McGonagall immediately seized upon the name of the city he had mistakenly divulged.

"From London?" Minerva repeated, sensing the subject of this conversation immediately. "So this has something to do with Harry? Is he alright?"

Chuckling, Albus removed his half mooned spectacles and rubbed them against the cuff of his cloak. "As far as I know Harry is fine… and living with his Aunt and Uncle if I'm not mistaken. No, the topic I wish to discuss at this time doesn't actually involve Harry. Better yet, it involves a close friend of his; Hermione Granger."

Taken a back, McGonagall probed on. "Ms Granger? Has she done something wrong?"

"No, no. Quite like always Ms Granger has been an excellent student with perfect attendance and even better grades." Albus's expression gradually turned as he considered how best to approach the next topic. It would be difficult and very hard to explain, not to mention comprehend.

He had only recently acquired the information from a well trusted source and even now he was struggling under its weight. Over sight was one thing but to be completely blind to the signs was something else entirely, most unlike the reputable wizard who always kept his priorities in check.

"Unfortunately, this year might prove to be very difficult for Ms Granger. I'm not even sure what will happen, if I'm honest; this is the first time I've ever faced a situation as complex as this."

"What do you mean, Albus? What's going on?"

Looking Minerva in the eye, Albus straightened up and prepared for the worst.

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"Hermione Granger is not what she appears."

"Sorry?" Minerva uttered, all other forms of speech lost to her at the present time. Motionless, a cold shiver spread through Minerva's body, eyes wide as she looked at Albus's stern features. This was not just some joke said in poor taste. Albus was serious, and more importantly he was speaking no word of a lie.

Which meant…?

"It's like I said," Albus continued, cutting off Minerva's reverie. "Hermione Granger is not, in fact, Hermione Granger."

"I'm sorry, Albus, you've completely lost me. What do you mean Hermione isn't… Hermione?"

Looking down at the piles of parchment cluttering his desk, Albus picked up the first one closest to him and showed it to Professor McGonagall. Leaving the parchment in front of Minerva, Albus then picked up a second parchment and placed it beside the first one. Confused by these actions, Minerva poured over the contents but was left feeling a little unsure of what she was supposed to be looking for.

"This is Ms Granger's personal information, am I correct?"

"Yes."

Looking back towards the parchment Minerva scanned the contents a second time but everything seemed to be in order. To her well trained eye nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary; her age, gender, birthplace and everything else that was included was right and up to date. So, why did Albus seem unnerved by these documents?

"I don't see the problem. This information is in line with everything I know about Ms Granger, unless her information has changed all of a sudden."

"It has," Albus muttered, scratching his chin with a sigh of resignation. "Hermione Granger's personal information is incorrect, almost all of it in fact."

"'Incorrect?' But… how? I don't understand?"

"I will tell you but Minerva, what I am about to tell you must stay in this office. It cannot be discussed with anyone other than myself, am I understood?"

The stern manner in which Albus asked this question caught Minerva off guard. She was one of Albus's most trusted advisors and he would rarely talk to her like this. The only conclusion she could make was that the matter was of the upmost importance.

Albus only ever acted in this manner when lives were in the balance and if Hermione was in any sort of danger then Minerva would support her in any way she can. Hermione was not only a bright and kind student but she was also one of McGonagall's favourites. She deserved a long and prosperous life and Minerva would ensure she lived to experience it.

"I understand. Now, please, Albus, tell me what's wrong!"

"Thank you, Minerva. Hermione will need all the support she can get," Albus stated, smiling at Minerva before returning to the topic at hand. "Like I said before, the information in Hermione's personal information is wrong. The documents were not forged on purpose; the truth was merely hidden from view. No one knows about Ms Granger's lineage, that includes Ms Granger herself."

"How do you know it's wrong? The personal information, I mean."

"It was confirmed not only by one of my most trusted advisors but also by the woman who first made the claim." Noticing that Minerva was about to interrupt, Albus raised his hand to silence any questions. "I think its best I tell you the facts before explaining the source of the problem, if you are agreeable?"

"Of course," McGonagall replied, eager to learn more of the issue.

"Well, to start off with; Hermione is not a muggle."

"What do you mean; Hermione is not a muggle?" McGonagall responded, features stern but her eyes betraying her surprise.

"Well, actually, that is not completely true; she is still a muggle, born and raised, but her blood contains only half the genetics found in muggles. The other half is something far more complicated." Albus stated, looking at the phoenix that was leaning to scratch its head on the ornament.

"Do you know what the other half is?"

"I know of it but don't know what word best describes it." Albus thought for a moment and pondered on how best to describe this phenomenon. Several seconds later, Albus nodded his head and returned his attention to McGonagall, having reached a satisfactory conclusion. "I think the best word to describe this phenomenon would be; Succubus. There are other words, of course; Siren, predator, seductress but the most fitting would be succubus."

"Are you saying Hermione is a half-blooded Succubus? That's not possible; we would have seen the signs."

"Ah, but we couldn't," Albus corrected, leaning back in his chair. "Because in most cases a succubus child stays with their parents and is taught and raised in the manner befitting of their kind. But in Hermione's case - and in the case of other half-bloods - she was abandoned." Before Albus could explain further, Minerva suddenly realised the reason for her obliviousness to Hermione's condition.

Without meaning to Minerva interrupted, speaking more to herself than Albus. "Which means the ritual wasn't performed."

"Exactly," Albus said, a hint of pride in his voice as Minerva realised the situation. "As we know, full blooded succubus's do not need the ritual as their blood awakens naturally by itself. But in Hermione's case, and as a half-blood, her blood would need to be awakened by one of her kind. And, that is why she is in danger? A succubus has marked her and is coming to awaken her blood."

"So, what do we do? Do we hide Hermione inside the castle and double the protection?"

Grimacing, Albus informed Minerva of the unfortunate truth. "It's already too late. The succubus has already received approval from the clans to 'blood' Hermione and we can't do anything to stop it." Noticing Minerva's look of outrage, Albus continued on. "I tried, believe me Minerva; I tried to make them see reason but they are a dying breed and I couldn't convince them to seek out other alternatives."

"So, you gave up? When did you, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, cave to the wishes of anyone?" Minerva piped up; her voice rising, outraged that he would not stand for Hermione in such a troubling time.

"The situation is not as simple as you'd think," Albus said calmly, appearing unperturbed by Minerva's glare, which would have silenced most men in the Ministry of Magic no matter their position.

"Then explain the situation. Maybe then I could understand why you shirked your duty."

"They threatened to go to war other the issue, Minerva," Albus said, not troubled by the previous remark. "They told me that war would be waged if I took Hermione away from them. I don't know why but they value Ms Granger above many other members of their clan. They call her 'the miracle child.' For what reason, I don't know, but she is clearly more than meets the eye."

"'The miracle child?' I wonder what that is."

Placing his chin in his hands Albus mulled this over for a while. "It could mean a number of things but there is no way of knowing until the clans wish to reveal it. They are already suspicious of my intentions; just the thought of losing Ms Granger was enough to enrage them beyond the point of reason. What would bring an entire species to the point of war?"

"To think they would wage war over a single succubus. Surely that's just talk, Albus. There numbers are too few. They wouldn't risk extinction over Ms Granger?"

"Not only would they risk extinction," Albus continued, standing up and leaning against his chair. ", but they would also take thousands of wizards and muggles with them."

"There would be no positive outcome, would there? If we win we'd have wiped out an entire species, and if we lose then we would also lose Ms Granger. No matter what, it's a losing scenario." Minerva concluded, watching as Albus paced behind his desk in controlled strides.

"You see my predicament. And, in any case, I can't risk an international incident while the Death Eaters are rebuilding and Lord Voldermort is regaining his strength. We cannot fight on two fronts and expect to win. I'm sorry Minerva, but if I moved to protect Ms Granger from the clans then I would have risked the lives of everyone."

Shocked by this sudden revelation, Minerva stared into space. Fear and understanding gripping her being to the point of physical pain, she realised now that Albus had no control over the situation. "No, I… I understand now. The lives of the many must come before the life of one. So, what will we do? Can we support Hermione or would it upset the clans?"

"That is where I have some good news," Albus said, sounding more cheerful than before. "Hermione will not be moving to the clans but will instead stay and study at Hogwarts. They refused my initial request, understandable since they would want to keep her safe. But after showing them her grades they seemed far more accepting of the idea."

"Why would they care about her grades?" Minerva asked, confused by the clans sudden change of plans.

"Well, naturally, because one of their own would in a better position to influence legislation at the Ministry." Seeing Minerva's raised eye brow, Albus included his obvious omission. "I might have, also, let slip that Hermione was hoping to work in the Department of Magical creatures when she's older. Once I let that slip, negotiations seemed to go on with very little hindrance. They were practically begging me to take Ms Granger off their hands, couldn't imagine why." Albus said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Hmm, very clever."

"Not too clever it would seem. The clans have asked that one of their own be present to monitor Hermione's progress." Albus informed, returning to his seat.

"What? And you refused them I'm sure. Albus, we can't have another succubus on the grounds; that would put even more lives at risk."

"The clans and I discussed this at length and managed to reach an accord. Rather than a succubus coming to our school, Hermione will be monitored by an impartial advisor; in this case, a siren."

"Aren't sirens and succubus's one and the same?"

Laughing, Albus glanced towards his papers and said. "Hmm, that is a common misconception. Sirens and succubuses are closely related, yes, but they aren't one and the same. Sirens have learnt to control their desires and can function within society without prejudice. The effects of mating with a Siren are also less harmful. For instance, a succubus can kill if left undisturbed during the mating cycle while a siren can only cause a loss of consciousness. Considering the alternative, I think I worked out a mutually beneficial deal."

"And I take it this Siren will be living in the lake? Students will need to take different routes to herbolagy and care of magical creatures if that's the case."

Standing to pet the phoenix, which was making a loud chirping noise, Albus replied. "That will not be necessary. The Sirens are sending one of their best. We have agreed upon certain conditions to protect the students. To start with, she will remain under the water for the duration of classes and only have contact with Ms Granger, you and me. Ms Granger will also need to report any changes, whether physical or psychological, to the siren once a week and that is mandatory."

"So, we'll need to inform Hermione about this then."

"There will be no need. The siren will make contact with Hermione first; the clans do not want us involved at all. We're lucky they even allowed her back to Hogwarts."

Sighing, Minerva looked at the clock stationed behind Albus's desk and realised how late it is. She still needed to finish that letter to the ministry.

"Oh, and the ministry, must not catch wind of this. If they find out that Ms Granger is a succubus then she would be blacklisted from all positions in their employ. We can't afford that, Ms Granger has the potential to change the face of this world for the better, if she so desires. I won't let her talents be shunned because of mere squeamishness." Albus said, sounding as if this was obvious and not out of context whatsoever.

Minerva was about to question Albus's ability to read minds when she saw the look on Albus's face. He looked drained, overworked and this new headache would no doubt cause more discomfort. It was not a common sight, the great man usually put on a front while in the company of others. But it seemed this most recent problem had caused his facade to crack, if only slightly.

"We must place are trust in Hermione. We cannot disrupt her life or make any attempts to sway her away from the clans. The Siren will know if we do, they have a remarkable ability to hear everything no matter the distance. My hands are tied, and that is something I do not like."

"Is there anything we can do? Do you think the clans will allow Hermione to live as an independent woman when she leaves?"

"I hope so. Hogwarts was, after all, created to educate young minds and create all the opportunities they could desire. Ms Granger's independence must come before the whims of the clans; we can't allow her to fall prey to their doctrine."

Sensing the disgust in his voice, Minerva voiced her concern. "You know something, don't you, Albus. What aren't you telling me?"

"The clans… they want her to be married to a member of their clan, and to procreate as soon as she bleeds. I will not allow that to happen; Hermione deserves far better than that. I will not leave her to become a…"

Noticing Albus's voluntary silence, Minerva suddenly became frenzied. "Albus? You don't think…?"

Grimacing, and rubbing his forehead, Albus replied. "I do. Ms Granger will be used by the clans so that they can use her intelligence to their own benefit; that much I am sure of. But this other ability of hers is what worries me. I need to learn more about this 'miracle.' There must be something she can offer the clans that no other succubus can. I have my suspicions but I don't feel comfortable voicing them, they are too ghastly to imagine."

Minerva sat in silence, realising the line of thinking Albus was going down. She had feared this the moment Albus had made mention of 'the miracle.' For what did a dying race need more than an injection of life?

"Ms. Granger will be safe until she leaves Hogwarts, and that won't be for another few years. Until then I will place my full confidence in her. She will do what's right and I trust her to control whatever urges she feels while at school. She'll be alright…" And yet, as Minerva watched the Headmaster stare with a steadfast determination, she couldn't ignore the underlying hint of concern hidden beneath his rimmed glasses.

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Little did they know that in the darkness, hidden in a thicket of trees, outside the Granger household, stood a scarlet Succubus preparing to make her move. Her eyes trained on the slim figure of a woman who sat on her bed, reading a heavy tome. This was it! After many years of searching she had finally found her. Hermione Granger. Now, finally, the blood ritual would be complete and a miracle would be born.

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Author's Note:

Hello all! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story. It has been in my mind for quite some time now and I finally found the time to write out the first chapter.

I'm going to give you a little background on this story now; what to expect, the people involved and basic stuff like that. No spoilers!

Firstly, this story will focus on romance first and foremost. The main character will be Hermione Granger and there will be romantic interest in her not by one but by many female characters.

Hermione x multiple female characters.

As you can see this story is aimed at a mature audience. There will be a lot of smut and sex in this story; the situations Hermione will be involved in will be unique and I am hoping never before seen in any previous Harry Potter story. I'm going to be quite creative to say the least.

Hermione will be involved with eight other female characters. I am not going to reveal the identity of these characters because I want you to figure them out as the story progresses. However, feel free to make suggestions for characters you want to see included in this story. They would have to be female, and if a particular character is heavily favoured then I will include them in the story.

For fans of a good story; I'm hoping the forthcoming plot will be to your liking. I am trying to write a smutty story with the inclusion of an interesting plot… only time will tell if I succeed.

I know a big question for you readers out there will be: how did Hermione come to be a succubus and how will she be affected by this. Don't worry; you will have your answers in chapters 3 and 4. Updates between chapters may take some time, due to Empty Places being a higher priority, but I'm hoping to make this story just as big. The Succubus will be my second main objective, writing wise.

Chapters will be between 3,000 to 5,000 words unless more detail needs to be included. 3,000 to 5,000 is the target and this will hopefully lessen the time between updates, and I mean hopefully. On another note there will be no male involvement with Hermione, in regards to her romance situation. Harry, Ron and the usual cast will turn up as support but will not be included in the romantic situation; more will be explained in the 4th chapter.

I've probably left a lot of stuff out but I'll cover that during future chapters. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are looking forward to some very hot scenes that will be coming up soon. All the best and apologies for the writing, it wasn't up to my usual standards but I hope it was still eligible. Any offers for Beta reading will be gladly accepted, I do need the help.

Thanks once again, and I'll be writing soon :D