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Harry Potter
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The Succubus
By Miracles79
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Chapter 4: Who am I?
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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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"You're my what?" Hermione shrieked.
"Your mother. Did you not hear me girl?" The Succubus responded, arms crossing below her breast.
"Y-You're… You're my… my mother?"
"That is correct," the woman replied, her voice trailing at Hermione's expression. "Are you okay? You're looking a little pale."
Shocked, eyes gaping, Hermione retreated several paces, staring at the woman who had made such an outlandish declaration. This woman… was her mother? No! This couldn't be happening! The idea was completely absurd! Ludicrous! She already had a mother and a caring and loving mother at that.
Her mother's name was Ellen Granger, and she was her one and only mother. It had been Ellen who had supported her throughout her childhood, through the good times and bad… not this woman. It had been Ellen who had allowed Hermione the independence she craved, the opportunity to leave her home to study in the magical world of Hogwarts. This other woman, the one who spoke of a familial bond, was not her mother… could never be her mother.
This woman had never been there through the hard times, had never comforted her when she was bullied in primary school. She had never done the things a mother would do, like her own true mother had. How dare she claim to be something she was not! Ellen Granger was the woman who gave birth to her, the pictures she had seen acting as proof. Hermione did not know this woman, having never even met her before.
Who was this woman?
"W-Who are you?" Hermione stuttered, anger bubbling to the surface.
Confused, the Succubus turned her gaze away from the room she had been inspecting and directed her attention to her daughter. She could see the tension in her daughter's body, her flushed face and her fists clenched till they were were white. What was she up to? Furthermore, what was with this reaction?
"Excuse me?" The succubus replied, calmly but with an edge of impatience.
"Who are you?"
"Like I said before… I am you're…"
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Hermione screamed, her facial features becoming jagged and angry.
Unconcerned, the Succubus crossed her arms below her chest once again and stared at Hermione. The woman did not speak for some time, merely looking at Hermione, eye to eye. Neither flinched, Hermione's eyes were burning with a hatred unmatched but they did little to dissuade the Succubus who did not look perturbed in the least. She looked almost amused, in her own element if such a thing could exist.
"I am your mother!" The woman stated before her features hardened. "And a word of warning; I do not like repeating myself. If you ask me this again then I will lose my patience with you. You do not want that."
"You're not my mother!" Hermione spat back, the gold tint in her eyes growing darker.
"I am your mother, and what's more I have grown tired of your attitude, now," The Succubus murmured, a hand aloft. "Sit and be quiet."
"I will not…"
Then, before Hermione could muster another word in defiance, her legs suddenly buckled and she fell against her bedroom floor. Surprised, Hermione looked up and watched as the stranger turned away from her and returned her attention to gaze upon her room once more. Taking in the environment where her daughter had lived, slept and dreamed for (age) wonderful years.
"Sit silently and do not move from that spot. As much as I have missed you, dear daughter of mine, I would rather not hear you speak for a moment."
"What makes you think I'll do as you say?" Hermione stuttered, struggling against some invisible barrier that pressed down against her lips.
"You don't really have much choice in the matter, do you? I am your mother and because of that I hold power over you," The Succubus turned back to face Hermione, eyes pierced at the unexpected response her daughter had given. Surely she knew! Her daughter, Hermione Granger, the supposed smartest witch of her age, must have known about their bond.
Looking closely - their faces centre metres apart - it didn't take long for the Succubus to recognize the confusion which appeared on her daughter's face. And with this knowledge firmly lodged in her mind, a smile slowly spread to her luscious lips and laughter echoed from her opened mouth.
"You- You don't even know, do you? About our connection? Nothing?" The woman said, laughing so hard that she clutched at her stomach to quell the tension. "Oh my little sweetie, it's quite simple. If I truly wished it I could control your every action, like a puppet on a string. I could make you dance to my tune if I so desired. But do not worry… I have no wish to control something so beautiful."
"You don't control me! What are you talking about?"
"I'm afraid I can control you. In fact, I could decide every action you make, control your every thought if I so wished it. I could make you do anything I wished, all because I have power over you."
"What power?"
"Why, our bond of course. My power over you comes from our bond. It is an innate trait among our people," The Succubus said, a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "To ensure the safety of our children we have the ability to manipulate their cognitive functions. This connection only works one way though. Only a mother can control their daughter, it doesn't work the other way around."
"Why would you control your own kind?"
"Our kind, darling, our kind," The Succubus reminded, tapping Hermione's nose which every uttered word. "And I wouldn't call it control, more like mental suggestion. You see our kind are born and bred with certain cravings and these craving often lead us down a much too dangerous path. So, we adapted, we forced change where none would be had for many years."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean, dear one, is that we couldn't wait for evolution to catch up. If we waited, our kind would have died out many years ago. So, to avoid this unpleasant ending, we created a doctrine that has since become law among our kind. We exist for one single purpose, now, and do you know what that is?"
"Copulation?"
Laughing, a modest and yet beautiful sound issuing forth, the Succubus returned her gaze to Hermione. Lost in the moment, and the beauty of her daughter's eyes, the Succubus caressed the brunette's cheeks with her thumb, the touch feather light and almost loving. Hermione too, almost lost herself in the moment but she was awakened by the older woman's voice once more.
"No, silly. We exist to survive… our one single purpose in life is to survive, and by any means necessary. We groom our young to continue this tradition but for this to be accomplished many of our young must be… tamed first."
"Tamed?"
"Yes, unfortunately our young have a harder time controlling their impulses and often fall pray to their desires. We have lost many. Too many…"
"But I have no such desires. I've never felt anything like that before. So how could I be a Succubus?" Hermione said, her breath hitching as the woman knelt before her, her legs going either side of hers till the Succubus was, effectively, straddling her.
Smiling, her arms going around Hermione's neck, the Succubus continued. "You never fell prey to you desires because… well, you never had any."
"What?"
"You're a halfblooded Succubus, sweetie. There are certain drawbacks and this just happens to be one of them."
"Stop talking in riddles. I can't understand if you don't explain things to me."
Laughing, the Succubus leaned forward and breathed in Hermione's fragrance… the familiarity washing over her, calming her. "Fine then! I will explain everything to you, honey."
"A halfblooded Succubus cannot feel love, it simply can't. I wouldn't call it an emotionless husk because it can feel pain and joy, just as any human can, but it cannot feel amorous love. That part is cut off from the half-blood because of the mixture of blood in their veins," The Succubus remarked, sighing at the confusion written on Hermione's face. "A half-blood can only exist… unless awakened it can never truly love."
"Awakened? What is that?"
"The awakening? It's a very sacred ritual amongst our kind. So scared that only high ranking officials can obtain such a thing. Through the awakening a Succubus can claim ownership of a half-blood they have sired, and awaken the blood that lays dormant within them. This way the half-blooded would become like us, just without any of the drawbacks attached."
Snuggling closer to Hermione, the Succubus kissed the top of her head and smoothed the loose strands of hair which popped up. It was a very loving motion, that of a mother caressing their child but to Hermione it was sickening. The woman's close proximity was strangely disorientating, the feel of her skin burning to the finger tips.
Noticing Hermione's lack of movement, the Succubus looked down and moved a little off her lap. "Sweetie? What's wrong? You haven't asked me a question in the last three seconds. Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine," Hermione snapped, pushing the woman's hand away. "And don't call me sweetie!"
"Then what should I call you?"
"Nothing! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Just leave!"
Sighing, the Succubus wrapped her arms around Hermione and lifted her from the floor. Feet unable to support her body, Hermione was dragged towards her bed and placed carefully on top of it. To say Hermione was light would have been an understatement but the woman did not complain, her kind were known for being unusually light and freakishly strong.
As Hermione rested on the bed, eyes beginning to droop, her comfort was interrupted when she felt the bed conform to a new presence. Directly beside her, and in a silent motion, the Succubus sat on the edge of the bed before quietly stroking her hair, smiling as she did so. The feeling of being cared for was not bad. In fact it was quite nice. The soft trail of the woman's fingertips across her skin was calming, when she stroked her cheek she smiled unexpectedly, what was this feeling?
Whatever this feeling was Hermione liked it and her will to fight drained away because of it, the sounds of her breathing the only thing to reach her ears. "I'm afraid I can't leave you, sweetie. To leave you now would do us both a disservice. I have much to tell you… much to teach you of our kind and you must know it all if you are to survive the change."
"What do you mean? What change?"
"You've been awakened, my dear. I have performed the ritual and now your blood is beginning to awaken. You will become like me… soon."
"W-What!?" Hermione shouted, her daze now completely forgotten as she shot up from the bed. "What do you mean I've been awakened!? When? How?"
"Please, stay calm, now, sweetie. Control is something you will have to learn early. It is an important part of surviving the awakening and I'd much rather not lose my only child."
"I am not your child!"
Exasperated, The Succubus sighed. "Unbelievable. You still don't believe me. Never mind, you will come to believe me in time. But that is not important, right now. You wanted to know about the awakening, right?"
"Yes."
"About what it entails and so on?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, I'll explain everything, but you have to trust me." Having said that the Succubus rolled up her sleeves, looked back at Hermione in pause, and then without another moment's hesitation, dug her nails deep into her skin.
"W-What are you doing?"
Stunned, Hermione grimaced as she watched the older woman grind her nails deeper and further into her skin. The sounds of blood gushing down her arm, sickening to the ear. What was perhaps more uncomfortable though was the Succubus's reaction, or non-reaction in this case. Despite the pain which should have surely been present, the Succubus showed no sign of discomfort.
When the sounds of blood ceased, and the horror in Hermione's expression subsided, the Succubus wiped off her blood stained finger on her sleeve. Noticing the gaping hole in her arm Hermione almost lurched, it was horrible, what the hell was this woman doing? However, before Hermione could battle against the sick rising in her throat, the Succubus turned towards her and snatched her arm, bringing it towards her.
… Then, with a look of remorse, the Succubus plunged her nails into the brunette's skin and Hermione's mouth opened in a scream.
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Screaming, the feel of the Succubus's nails penetrating her skin, Hermione stilled. Mumbling in fear, her eyes widening and mouth whimpering, Hermione looked away from the ceiling and brought her eyes back to her arm. This wasn't right, this wasn't natural. What the hell was going on? Why wasn't there…
Startled, Hermione put her hand on top of the Succubus's. Noticing this the woman stopped her movements and looked back at her daughter, whose eyes were larger than they had ever been. Silence passed between them, only ever interrupted by the sounds of blood dampening the carpet.
"Why is there no pain?"
"There wouldn't be any, not for now, at least," Turning, the Succubus dragged her finger through the blood as she spoke. "For the next few months you will be unable to feel physical pain. The transformation is beginning to take effect but that's not why I opened your arm, look down at the floor."
Following her command Hermione looked down at the floor and saw something that was truly out of this world. The blood was burning? The blood, a liquid… was burning! How was this possible?
Almost on cue the Succubus answered her question without even a glance in her direction, this all seemed mundane to her. "Your blood has reacted to my taste and now the blood that once lay dormant has come to life. This can only be achieved when a mother awakens their daughter. Our blood has become one and in time you will become like us, a Succubus."
"No! I-I'm not…" Hermione stuttered, her voice losing its usual defiance.
"If you do not believe me then read up on my kind. It will clear your mind of any confusion," Returning her attention to the blood, which still burned, The Succubus continued. "The clearest way to find out about your parenthood is through this method. If your blood had not been engulfed by flame then you would not have been my daughter. But as you can see our blood reacted instantly upon contact, the evidence is undeniable… you are my daughter."
"This proves nothing!" Hermione screamed, wrenching her arm from the Succubus's hand. "How does that prove anything!? Our blood was set alight, what the hell does that have to do with me being your daughter!? I am not your daughter!"
"I can understand your confusion, girl," The Succubus replied, her hands tightening. "But do not question our ways. We are different to your kind, to you humans. We have other customs and traditions which would seem alien to you. Our blood, for example, reacts if mixed with that of our children or relatives. I don't know why but it just does. It may seem strange but know that your ways are as foreign to us as ours are to you."
"But it makes no sense."
"I know, my sweet," The Succubus replied, nestling Hermione's head against her chest. "Perhaps, you can find answers in the books you so love; maybe you will find answers there. I know you want to learn more about of my kind but - I'm afraid - that this will have to be a conversation for another time. I did not come here to discuss my people. I came to you for two reasons; One, to complete the ritual, which I have done, and two, to deliver a warning."
"A warning?" Hermione mumbled, her previous exhaustion now a thing of the past. "Am I in danger?"
"In a matter of speaking, yes. With the awakening comes danger but not of a physical kind. There will be no monsters out to get you, no boogie man hiding under your bed every night. But that doesn't mean this danger is no less real." The Succubus replied, rubbing her bottom lip in contemplation.
"What is it? Why do you look so scared?"
"I'm scared because I don't want to lose you. It took me sixteen years to find you and I don't want to lose you ever again, or be the cause of your death. I'm going to protect you as best as I can but the majority of this will come down on your shoulders. You will have to fight against urges you have never felt before, control both your conscious actions and unconscious ones. There is a lot I must teach you but not all can be taught in one night."
Looking wistful, the Succubus cuddled closer to Hermione and kissed the top of her head. "In two weeks your trials will begin. The ritual I performed tonight has only started the change in your blood. In two weeks your whole life will change, as will you," Noticing Hermione's concerned features, she elaborated. "You will still be you only there will be different voices vying for dominance in your brain, attempting to implant suggestion and indoctrinate you to a particular way of thinking."
"And… what happens if I can't control this other voice?"
"Then you will become a slave to its whims. You will hunger for sex and the pheromones we excrete by doing so… And in time… I will be called upon to end your suffering. It is a mother's duty to kill a daughter who falls prey to their desires; it is punishment for our failures. If we cannot guide our children then we must bear the burden of ending the life of what we hold most precious."
"…"
Hermione could not say a thing. What was there to say? If this woman spoke the truth - and as much as she hated to admit it her arguments were sounding more plausible by the second – then she really was this woman's daughter. What happiness could be found in that knowledge? She was daughter to a mother who had abandoned her and then returned only to bring with her death and misery. How was this fair?
"I-I…" Hermione mumbled, her thoughts clouded by doubt and confusion. "I still don't understand."
"Understand what, love?"
"How I became a Succubus. You spoke of a ritual but I don't remember you saying any incantation."
"That's because this ritual has no words. Do you really want to know? It is not overly important considering the situation."
"No… I-I want to know."
"Fine then, sweetie, I'll tell you," The Succubus replied, ending her tirade of kisses on top of Hermione's head. "A half-blooded Succubus can only be awakened by their mother. We are a female only race but for some reason we cannot mate with males from other species. We can only mate with women, are only attracted to women."
"Stop going off topic! Just answer my question."
"I'm giving you some background, love. It never hurts to have a better understanding of our kind," The Succubus laughed, amused that her daughter was still so lively despite the overwhelming situation. "Simply put a mother must infect their daughter's human tissue with both blood and saliva. The safest way to do this is by kissing but the process takes a lot longer this way. You might not have noticed but while we were kissing before I bit into you lip but only after I had bitten into mine. My blood seeped into your open wound and after that point the ritual was complete."
"So, that's why you kissed me. That was my first kiss, you know! Why would you do that!?"
"I kissed you for many reason. One was for the purposes of the ritual, another was because of how closely you resembled Ellen and… well, you looked too delicious to pass up. Your taste is intoxicating; I have to fight my desire to kiss you even now."
"B-But you said I was your daughter!? That's sick! Why would you want to kiss your own daughter!?"
Laughing, The Succubus continued. "Because, unlike you humans, incest is not frowned upon by our kind. I wouldn't say we welcome it, as there are few benefits to mating within others our own kind but it is not out of the question. I have known of many families who breed from within but you do not have to worry. That will not happen with us. I have no wish to control you. I want you to be free to live your life."
"How can I be free to live my life when you infected me with this… affliction!?"
"Becoming a Succubus is not an affliction, sweetie .In fact, for most half-bloods, it is seen as completion. You cannot even fathom the wonders our kind possess. And you will come to know of them too, in time. If you survive the change and don't succumb to the Succubus's wants, of course."
"What do you mean by the Succubus's wants? I thought I was already a Succubus?"
"It's hard to explain, honey. You are right but you are also wrong. I think it would be better to say that the Succubus is an entity all of its own."
"What do you mean?"
Sighing, uneasy with this line of questioning, the Succubus elaborated. "The ritual that we performed has awakened the Succubus within you. You see, this entity has always been a part of you but has lied dormant, conscious but unable to influence your thoughts or feelings. It can now! The Succubus will now co-exist alongside your human soul and seek to crush what little restraint you have left."
"How will it be able to do this?" Hermione asked, confusion still etched across her face despite the woman's explanation.
"Simple. You will hear two distinct voices, once the Succubus has achieved full consciousness; one your own and the other taking the form of many. You will have to distinguish between which one to listen to because they will all sound alike but some might have ulterior motives all of their own," Laughing, the Succubus continued. "We Succubi are complex creatures but in time I'm sure you will come to understand us."
"How can I not know my own thoughts? This is ridiculous! You are trying to scare me with little to back it up!"
"Oh, no," The Succubus muttered, suddenly sounding very serious and very worried. "Oh, no, no, no, no! Do not act like this! You have no idea what you are up against! This Succubus will seek to control you; you would be its play thing, seeking every sexual encounter for the hope of getting a high. You would become a junky, plain and simple. Do not underestimate this threat! I'm being fucking serious!"
"…"
Shocked, Hermione could say nothing. The older woman looked desperate, her hands clawing at her own. She was scared? Why would she be scared when her own welfare that was not in danger?
"Listen… Hermione," The Succubus said, using her name for the first time. "I know you doubt me but please! Whatever you do, do not underestimate the danger you are in."
"What danger? How can a voice possibly place me in danger?"
"Hermione… listen to me. Please listen because I don't have a lot of time left!" The Succubus said, hand gripping her forearm. "In two weeks your life will be over and your struggle shall begin. The previous life you led will be nothing more than a forgotten memory."
"The Succubus will be subtle at first, you might not even realise it is there. But it is! The creature is clever and will want to get an idea of how you operate."
"What do you mean?"
"The Succubus will not be able to sink into your memories. It will see through your eyes and feel your thoughts but it will not remember what happened when you slumbered. It has no idea who you are and will patiently watch to find you weak points. Only then will it test your boundaries and see how susceptible you are to every other woman you meet."
"Does it have to be women?"
"Yes, the Succubus will only be interested in women, as will you," The Succubus answered, a little annoyed at being interrupted. "Like I was saying. The women around you will feel the Succubus's thrall and only the ones who are attracted to you will be drawn in by it. The Succubus is looking for an appropriate mate and until it finds what it is looking for… it will drive the other women insane. They will hunger for you, desire you but the process will be gradual. You must protect everything you hold dear, Hermione; your life, your thoughts and even your virtue."
"Wait? The Succubus is looking for a mate!"
"Yes and an appropriate one at that. Once it has found a mate, someone the Succubus would consider its sole mate; the creature will direct all its attention on her. This is the difficult part, however. The mate, that the Succubus has chosen, will be unaffected by its thrall. It would be up to you to capture her and make her fall in love with you. But remember! You have a say in things, if you do not feel the same way as the Succubus then you can fight it."
"B-But… What if I can't?"
"You can! Remember, unless you succumb to its wishes, the Succubus will have no power over you. It cannot control your body without your permission. It can only make suggestions, plant information which you will stumble upon and consider your own."
"So I can win!"
"Yes but it will not be easy. The Succubus will stop at nothing to acquire its sole mate. It will focus all its attention on her, for the rest of your life. Unless… you defeat it!" Hermione eyebrow arched at this, how could she defeat something that would persist for years to come? It was impossible. The thought of battling against a threat for years upon years felt exhausting. And it hadn't even started yet.
"Hermione! You can tame the Succubus and make it conform to your way of thinking. It will take time but this process will happen naturally on its own. If you can battle your desires for a year then you will have won."
"How can I assure victory?"
"You must protect your virginity and that of the other girls you face for at least a year. You will not be able to avoid sexual encounters as they will happen, I assure you. But do not allow them to penetrate you. If they succeed in this then you have lost. And whatever you do, do not penetrate them. If you deflower someone then you would have lost also. After that point you will crave sex so whatever you do… fight your impulses!"
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Noticing the blood that stained Hermione's lip, the Succubus leaned down to clean it with her thumb but stopped upon noticing something on her hand. Eyes widening, the Succubus retreated from Hermione and her fingers jerked unnaturally. It was almost as if… the Succubus was in pain.
"I have to go!" She suddenly shouted, covering her hand as she backed away from her daughter.
"Wh-What? Why!?" Hermione asked, startled.
"This is something I will explain in time but I really have to go. Goodbye, my baby!"
To Hermione's surprise, her body moved to follow and she caught the woman before she could leap out of the bedroom window. A hand tugging on the older woman's sleeve, the Succubus turned around and looked back at Hermione. This was her last chance! Hermione had to know, this woman was apparently significant in her life. So, how could she not know…?
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"Wait! W-What's your name!?"
Smiling the woman turned to face her. "Rose. My name is Rose. I will see you again, Hermione. Stay safe and remember if you ever have need of me… just call for me."
And with that… she was gone.
The mother Hermione had never known was lost in the darkness once more.
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Author's Note: Apologies for the last bit being rushed but it looks like my writing duties will be put on hold for a week or two. I wanted to get something updated because of your wonderful support so I wrote this in a day. I hope it's good because I haven't the time to proof read, I'll be looking after a very heavily pregnant woman for the next few months so I have will have to juggle a lot of commitments. Before you get any ideas no, the baby is not mine. The pregnant woman is a childhood friend and I have offered to help her out because I live so close.
Well, anyway I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I would love to hear your thoughts as always. It is, of course, not compulsory, so don't feel like you absolutely have to :D
All the best to you all and stay safe.
(P.S. If there is anyone out there who would like to beta read this story then I would gladly welcome your assistance. I have some areas that I need to improve in and often find a second set of eyes can offer me that improvement that I so desperately need.)