When Harry woke early in the morning he didn't think anything about it. The sun was just peaking over the hill tops but he felt wide a wake. He carefully untangled himself from Ginny and kissing her on the head as he slipped out of bed. He slipped on a pair of jeans that were lying discarded on the floor and headed towards the bathroom.

Harry splashed cold water on his face as he felt suddenly warm and slightly sick. When he glanced up, looking into the bathroom mirror, he jumped as he spotted a hooded figure float past the door. When he span around though he couldn't see anything. He darted out of the room just in time to see the tip of a cloak disappear down the stairwell. He ran down the corridor and took the stairs two at a time. He knew this wasn't just one of the Weasleys wandering through the house. Something in the air didn't feel right. If he really had been thinking he would have returned to his room to grab his wand, but as his heart beat thudded in his ears he couldn't think.

He stopped just short out bounding out into the kitchen and slipped onto the floor as silently as he could. He couldn't help the fact that his bare feet made a slight slapping sound on the cold floor but he muffled it as best he could. He peered cautiously around a corner to see the hooded figure stood in the front room.

"Harry Potter I let you go didn't I there is no need for the show."

He instantly recognised the voice, feeling fear trickle down his spin. It took a lot to scare Harry, after all he had faced and defeated Voldermort, but the person in front of him managed it. Voldermort had simply wished to kill Harry this person took great pleasure in torturing him.

"Why are you here?" he demanded gathering as much strength in his voice as he could muster.

The hooded figure simply laughed a pulled their hood back.

Long blonde hair fell about the shoulders of a woman that looked not much older than Harry. Her pail skin seemed to glow with a luminescence that couldn't be explain; her eyes sparkled as the light hit them turning the normal grey silver. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the site of his tormenter. He couldn't help it. He felt the pull in his stomach and head that demanded him to be with her. She had bewitched him somehow into loving her, he still hadn't figured out how yet.

"When I heard whispers you were going to be a father I couldn't help but come see you."

She lifted a slender hand for him to take andgrudgingly he complied. She led him to the sofa and sat next to him her long slender fingers caressing his arm. He could feel the waves of revulsion that he knew came from him mixed with the feeling of love she had put there.

For a long moment they just sat looking at each other, a slight smile pinching at her pink rose like lips.

"Now my love I never knew you were the type to be a father," she pulled him closer to her, her lips almost touching his, "or I would have made you one sooner."

She laughed again her laugh like silk, but it sounded almost tainted with the evil flowing in her veins.

He snapped his eyes up and pulling on his love for Ginny gritted his teeth, "you could have never made me a father. I would have killed myself before I had a child with you."

She looked a little shocked at that but laughed again.

"But if I'd have wanted a child you wouldn't have been able to stop me now would you,' she ran her fingers over his naked chest feeling the contours of his muscles.

"You have to do all I ask after all."

Harry grimaced as he remembered exactly what she meant. He had only lived through that by clinging to the memory of Ginny's touch, taking comfort in the fact that she had been his first.

"Lexis I didn't hand you in, simply because I can't, but I will not let you spoil everything. Even if it means my death at your hand I will not allow you to hurt Ginny."

"Don't be so dramatic Harry. I only wished to come and see the happy father-to-be," she lent in and kissed him.

Harry felt the pull in his head that was her spell and had no choice but to return it. She pulled him in close pulling at the buttons on his jeans. His hands went up under her cloak, feeling the silkiness of her dress. She laughed lightly against his lips as he did.

"See Harry I could have you here and now. Here while your precious Ginny sleeps upstairs."

Lexis undid the tie of her cloak and it slid from her shoulders. As it feel it revealed a short cut, tight fitting silver dress that matched her eyes. Clinging to ever curve it didn't leave much to the imagination. Harry felt his heart beat faster as he ran his hands along those curve, complying with the unsaid commands. She pulled him on top of her, lying back on the coach and kissing him vigorously. A small tear ran down Harry's cheek as what was left of him inside cried. He didn't want to do this but as hard as he fought he couldn't stop. And even scarier parts of him wanted her. She was so different from Ginny, so dangerous that it fed something inside Harry he tried to suppress. She pulled at his jeans undoing them and pulling them down past his knees. Harry slipped his hand up her dress, finding her delicate panties he slipped them down. She moaned with pleasure as he ran his fingers along her stomach and thighs under the dress. He could feel himself hovering just inches away from her. He knew if she made the final command he would push into her, unprotected and unable to change that. He knew that she was twisted enough to make him give her a baby. But just then there was a creak upstairs. Someone in the house was stirring, possibly Molly getting ready to make breakfast. Or to his horror he realised it could be Ginny, his precious Ginny looking for him, worried at why he wasn't in bed.

Lexis kissed him again and slipped her knickers back into place.

"I'm not ready for the world to know about us lover," she smiled wickedly as something flashed in her eyes.

"But since we didn't get to do the act and because I don't want to leave you all tense," She smiled again and Harry truly was scared at what was to come, "I want you to go and search out that sap of yours and make love to her. Every time you feel her touch be reminded of me, feel me kissing your body not her, feel my caress and curves."

With a pop she was gone and Harry hit the couch hard. He could feel the tears streaming openly down his cheeks now, but couldn't stop the feeling the command gave him.

As he rose to his feet he zipped his jeans back up feeling his groan tight against the denim. He didn't want this, he didn't want her to taint the one thing he thought she couldn't touch but for now he couldn't think of anything to stop himself. As he climbed the stairs he passed Molly coming down. She smiled and wished him good morning. He returned the gesture and silently thanked her for stopping what was going on downstairs.

When he reached the bedroom he found Ginny just sitting up in bed whipping away the last of her sleep from her eyes.

"Where have you been Harry," she asked stifling a yawn.

"I just went for a glass of water," he lied, feeling the ache in his heart worsen.

The command weighed down on him as he got closer to her, he felt the need to follow it just as if Lexis was stood behind him. God did Ginny look beautiful, the morning rays that filtered through the window setting her red hair alight. He perched next to her and stroked her cheek carefully. She smiled broadly at him and kissed his finger tips. Harry could feel the electricity run down his hand to his spin, feel the familiar feeling of love grow. He tried to suppress the fact that he only touched her so because of Lexis and just enjoyed the caress.

"What are you thinking Harry," Ginny asked worry filtering into her voice.

As he had stroked her hair his eyes had become distant, a look Ginny recognised. A look she had only seen since he had returned.

He turned to her and smiled a smile she noticed that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I was just thinking of you," he leant in close to her his lips gently brushing hers, "and how I need you."

Ginny almost giggled at the wayHarry said that. She could hear the force in his voice, the need that she knew surpassed that of just being with her. She kissed him passionately hoping he realised she wanted him to. He seemed to get the messaged as he scooped her up into his arms.