Ch. 3
Hogwarts Express
"Dumbledore?" Harry breathed. "What do you mean?" He was still in shock. There before him was another him, the Incubus part of him.
"What I mean? Why Harry," the Incubus purred, "you know what I mean." Chained against the wall, his hands bounded behind him, his wings and legs tied up, the Incubus looked both harmless and dangerous at the same time. Yet, for some unknown reason, Harry found that he was not afraid. He approached the incubus. Slowly, gently, hesitantly. The Incubus allowed him to come nearer, he didn't flinch or lash out. Instead he moved back against the wall, his wings pressing against it, folding unnaturally as he sat down. "Sit, pet, there is much to talk about," he said.
Harry looked around for a seat but finding none he sat down on the floor with the incubus. They both leaned slightly towards each other, their mannerisms exactly alike, as if both were part of a mirror facing the other. A tense silent filled between them. Every now and then the Incubus would flinch as if in pain, before staring back at Harry. It was the Gryffindor who broke the silence, asking in a hesitant voice, "What did Dumbledore… do to you?"
"To us, pet, Dumbledore separated us," the Incubus said. "We are one person, I am you and you are I. Dumbledore has separated us, made us both incomplete. He has constrained me here, in this prison in our mind. I am refused to being powerless, he fears the power that we hold. So he has separated Incubus from human. As you may notice, I am stuck in this prison of his design… trapped against this wall. And it is killing us."
"How? How is it killing us?" Harry asked.
The incubus gave Harry a sharp smile, "You and I have lived together all our lives. By separating us, Dumbledore has unknowingly sentenced us to our own death. We cannot live without the other Harry, before long we will grow weaker and weaker until finally we just fade away…"
"Fade away!" Harry panicked, he did not want to die, far from it. "There has to be something we can do! Anything! Convince Dumbledore to remove whatever is tying you up—"
The Incubus gave a sharp, loud laugh that filled the room. "As if the old coot would do that! He would rather changing you dying than having a powerful Incubus roaming around. Not that I blame him, we are rather powerful Harry."
"But how do we stop—"
"Be quiet Harry, and I will tell you," the Incubus purred. He looked at Harry a moment before smiling. "You really should take your shirt off boy, it gets awfully hot in here."
Harry blushed but found himself reaching for his shirt, pulling it off of him, revealing his tone slightly muscular body, his chest looked heavier than before oddly enough. His nipples seemed fuller and puffed out more than usual. The Incubus smirked at seeing that. "Dumbledore cannot fully separate us Harry," he said.
"What is this?" Harry demanded. He touched his nipples and a surge of pleasure overwhelmed him. "Fuck… am I—please tell me we don't have boobs!"
This caused the Incubus to laugh hysterically. "Boobs! He's asking if we have boobs! No Harry, worry not, we are fully male. Our chest just has a new… function."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry demanded.
"Play with yourself and find out," the Incubus smirked. Harry glared at him but reached for his nipples, leaning against the wall as he closed his eyes and squeezed his nipples, rolling them between his fingers. It felt good, really good. Small breaths and moans escaped his mouth as his cock began to harden. Losing himself in the pleasure, Harry started to become more aggressive with his play, pulling and teasing his nipples, as if milking them. Then, strangely enough, his fingers felt wet. He opened his eyes and stared down. At the tips of his nipples, beading into a white orb before dripping onto his fingers, was… milk? "Come to me," The Incubus commanded.
Feeling very strange, Harry nodded dimly and made his way to the Incubus. When he was close enough, the Incubus latched onto one of Harry's nipples, his teeth sinking in lightly, and began sucking. The most pleasurably erotic feeling flooded into Harry as he felt his chest swell with milk which was then forced out of his nipple in great lengths. The Incubus swallowed constantly. Harry's cock grew to it's full length and began to dirty itself with pre-cum. The Incubus moved away, moaning as milk dripped from his lower lip. "Delicious," he purred.
"What… what is that?" Harry panted.
"Our milk," The Incubus smirked. "However, I think it would be bad if children drink it. For you see pet, our milk has a special… corrupting aspect to it. Any male who drinks it will turn into a demon, given he constantly feeds on you for a time."
"A demon?"
"Yes pet, with fantastical new powers," the Incubus smiled. "It is truly our gift to wizarding kind."
"But… how is turning men into demons going to help us?" Harry frowned.
"Easy my pet," The Incubus chuckled. "With their new bodies and forms, they will have superior power as well. Power that we can use to break the seal Dumbledore has placed on me."
"How do I do this though?" Harry frowned. "I have no experience flirting with boys, I've never even kissed one before."
The Incubus chuckled sweetly. "That, pet, will come in time. As for how we get their power… simply enthrall them, make them fall in love with you, and in time, you may love them back."
"Enthrall… like make them my boyfriends?" Harry asked.
"If you want to put it that way, then yes," the Incubus nodded. "The more powerful the wizards, the more powerful demons they will become."
"Okay… how many will I need?" Harry asked.
"Who can say," the Incubus said. "Dumbledore is a powerful wizard. The second most powerful alive, in fact."
"Second most powerful?" Harry frowned. He looked at the Incubus who was smirking. "What do you mean by that?"
"You will find out in time my innocent pet," the Incubus chuckled. "There is one out there more powerful than Dumbledore can even imagine… but we'll talk about him later. For now, you must sleep, as you know what you must do."
"Find boyfriends… turn them into demons… and free our power," Harry listed off.
"Exactly," the Incubus smiled. "Now… wake!"
Harry's eyes snapped open. He groaned. He was back in his room. Feeling oddly wet, he looked down to see both his nipples and cock fully hard, his shirt and pants stained in his milk and pre-cum. So, it wasn't just a weird dream Harry thought to himself. He sat up and stay there for a moment, chest and cock leaking, as he thought of the situation he found himself in. The more he thought, the angrier he found himself at Dumbledore. He slid out of bed and took off his clothes, standing in front the mirror.
He admired his new body, touched his sensitive nipples and cock, reached behind him and played with a tight hole. He envisioned how he would look with his wings and tail. He thought how he would look like with his horns poking out of his hair, and with a devilish smirk he decided that he loved that vision of Harry. So, with a new conviction, Harry looked forward to the new year, anxious to see what Hogwarts had in store for him, and for releasing his true self.
Before Harry knew it, it was time to leave for Hogwarts. He had done very well in his O.W.L.s, getting Outstandings in all the classes he cared about, even Potions surprisingly, and he was named Quidditch Captain to boot. Two stone-faced Aurors met Harry and the Weasleys at King's Cross Station. They escorted Harry onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and Harry was all but glad to get rid of them as he got on the train. A minute after he stepped on, however, his view was blocked by a tall Slytherin.
"There you are Harry, I was wondering when you will show up."
It was Blaise Zabini. He was looking as handsome as ever, already dressed in his Slytherin Robes. Without asking, he took Harry's trunk and smiled, "Shall we?"
"Yeah, sure," Harry nodded, remembering his promise to sit in a compartment with Blaise. The two walked down the length of the train, Blaise pulling both their trunks. They did not talk, and Harry looked at Blaise and smiled softly. He wondered how strong Blaise was, he had to have some muscles under his clothes to easily pull both trunks. The two went into the first empty compartment they could find, beating a group of fifth-year girls to it. "Have a seat," Blaise said as he proceeded to easily lift both trunks onto the overhead. Blaise sat opposite of Harry and smiled. "So, how do you like your clothes, Harry?" he asked, his eyes roaming across the tight shirt and pants Harry was wearing.
"Great, thanks again for taking Ron and me shopping," Harry smiled. "Ron loves his leather, though he only wears it when I'm around. Mrs. Weasley doesn't know he has it."
Blaise chuckled, "Well I wouldn't expect him to flash it around his family. Wearing leather like that is an intimate thing."
"Do you know that from experience?" Harry asked.
"Do you want to find out?" Blaise winked. Harry blushed and bit his lip as he blushed. "I love leather, wearing it at least. I have my own pants and harness."
"Have you umm… ever…"
"What?" Blaise chuckled.
"Well you seem so experienced, at least with leather, so I'm just wondering if you've ever done things before," Harry said.
Blaise laughed. He stood up and sat down next to Harry, their thighs touching. "And why are you so interesting in how experienced I am, Potter?" Blaise breathed. Harry blushed and looked at him. He had to admit that Blaise was extremely handsome, and seemingly very powerful. I'm sure he won't mind if I turn him into a demon eventually. Besides… I can see us being together.
Giving Blaise a small smile, he moved closer, his hand laying on Blaise's thigh. "I've been thinking about you," he whispered, "ever since that day. You're so knowledgeable and strong Blaise… I need a man like you."
"You do? Do you Potter?" Blaise smirked.
"Yeah… you know so much about who I am… but I want to teach you some things," Harry said. His hand moved further up Blaise's leg, resting a couple inches from his waist, his finger tips grazed against Blaise's clothed cock. The Slytherin was eating it all up. His hand moved around Harry's shoulder and down his chest, resting on his nipple.
"What sort of things, Harry?" Blaise whispered.
"How I moan," Harry whispered, "what I like… how I want to be handled."
Blaise moved in a flash. Harry did not know how it happened, but the next moment he knew, he was on his back with Blaise over him, his hands pushing Harry's shoulders down. "You silly little Incubus… I'm falling for you hard," Blaise chuckled. "But I know your tactics."
"Please… I mean every word," Harry breathed, "I want you Blaise."
"I know you do," Blaise chuckled. "But you will have to earn it. I'll give you my cock, Potter, don't worry. But before that, you have to earn it."
"H-How do I do that?" Harry stuttered.
Blaise smirked and leaned down, Harry thought he was going to kiss him but the Slytherin stopped only halfway. "Tell me why you're so quick to fuck me," Blaise whispered. "I want the truth."
Harry looked away for a moment.
"Tell me Incubus!" Blaise demanded. "And I will be the Master you want."
"Boyfriend," Harry whispered. "I want a boyfriend… multiple boyfriends if needed."
Blaise frowned in thought, "Why do you need that?" he asked.
"Because if I don't… I'll die," Harry admitted. "Dumbledore sealed my Incubus part away. I need to seduce powerfully strong wizards… turn them into demons like me and use their power to destroy Dumbledore's seal."
Blaise blinked for a moment. "You think I'm powerful?" he asked, a cocky smile forming.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, I do," he said.
"And… you want to use me?"
"Only to destroy my seal," Harry said. "I need boyfriends, powerful men I love, to turn into demons like me. Only then can I break my seal."
"You say turn into demons… what do you mean?" Blaise asked.
Harry's face turned a vivid red. He looked at Blaise and said, "Put your hand under my shirt… touch my nipples." Blaise did just that, pinching both of Harry's nipples one at a time before continuingly applying pressure to his right nipple. Harry moaned and arched his body in the air. "M-My nipples are sensitive… they lactate milk," he moaned. "Drink that constantly enough… and you'll turn into a demon. Become more powerful."
"Interesting…" Blaise breathed. He pulled his hand from Harry's nipple and stared at it, seeing a thing drop of milk on his thumb. He licked it and moaned. "I'm your boyfriend, cub," he said.
"W-What?"
"I've decided that I will be your first boyfriend," Blaise said. "And you will be my submissive, my cub, as I will be teaching you everything I know."
"I…I would like that, Sir," Harry breathed. Blaise smirked and closed the distance between them finally, engulfing Harry in a long, passionate kiss. They moved again as their lips were locked, Blaise moving them both into sitting positions, Harry on Blaise's lap.
The compartment door opened, but neither boy cared or noticed. It was only when a voice spoke up that they broke apart, slowly, looking very satisfied with themselves.
"Zabini, what the hell is going on?"
It was Malfoy. Behind him was Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. The four of them were staring at Harry and Blaise with a mixture of shock and disgust.
"Hello Draco," Blaise said coolly. "Just kissing my new boyfriend, Harry. Harry, be a good cub and say hello Draco."
"'Hello Draco,'" Harry giggled, feeling a sort of erotic high from the kiss.
"Why are you with Potter?" Draco demanded. The four of them pushed into the compartment, Draco sitting on the same side as Blaise and Harry, but far away. Blaise chuckled at that and looked at his Incubus. "Because we are dating, Malfoy."
"Dating? Since when?" Draco demanded. Harry couldn't help but notice jealousy in his voice.
Blaise made a small hum and sniggered down at Harry, "Since… five minutes ago I think," he said. Harry laughed while the others glared at him. "Anyway, what can we do for you?" Blaise sighed. "After all, you did just barge in here."
"We did not barge in," Draco argued.
"Really? Seems like it to me," Blaise sighed. "Look, if you're here just to insult my lovely boyfriend, then sod off. I don't have time for—"
He was interrupted by a knock on the door. The compartment door slid open and a breathless third year third year girl stepped inside.
"I'm supposed to deliver these to Blaise Zabini and Harry P-Potter," she faltered, as her eyes met Harry's and she turned scarlet. She was holding out two scrolls of parchment tied with violet ribbon. Perplexed, Harry and Blaise took the scroll addressed to each of them and the girl stumbled back out of the compartment.
"What's this for?" Blaise muttered.
"An invitation," Harry said.
Harry,
I would be delighted if you would join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C.
Sincerely,
Professor H.E.F. Slughorn
"Who's Professor Slughorn?" Blaise asked.
"New teacher," Harry said. "Well, I suppose we'll have to go, won't we?"
Harry got up and took Blaise's hand, the taller Slytherin leading Harry out of the compartment.
The corridors were packed with people on the lookout for the lunch trolley; their staring seemed to have increased in intensity even since he had last walked down the train. Every now and then, students would hurtle out of their compartments to get a better look at him. When they reached compartment C, the two saw at once that they were not Slughorn's only invitees, although judging by the enthusiasm of Slughorn's welcome, Harry was the most warmly anticipated.
"Harry, m'boy! Slughorn said, jumping up at the sight of him so that his great velvet-covered belly seemed to fill all the remaining space in the compartment. "Good to see you, good to see you! And you must be Mr. Zabini! My I'm surprised you come together!"
At a gesture from Slughorn, they sat down next to each other in the only two empty seats, which were nearest the door. Harry glanced around at their fellow guests. There were two seventh-year boys Harry did not know and, squashed in the corner beside Slughorn and looking as though she was not entirely sure how she had got there, Ginny.
"Now, do you know everyone?" Slughorn asked Harry and Blaise.
"This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you've come across each other—? No?"
McLaggen, a large, wiry-haired youth, raised a hand and Harry and Blaise nodded back at him.
"—and this is Marcus Belby, I don't know whether—?"
Belby, who was thin and nervous-looking, gave a strained smile.
"—and this charming young lady tells me show knows you!" Slughorn finished.
Ginny grimaced at Harry from behind Slughorn's back.
"Well now, this is most pleasant," Slughorn said cozily. "A chance to get to know you all a little better. Here, take a napkin, I've packed my own lunch; the trolley, as I remember it, is heavy on licorice wands, and a poor old man's digestive system isn't quite up to such things. …Pheasant, Belby?"
"Did he really just bring us here to just eat lunch?" Blaise whispered to Harry. "Seriously?"
"I think there's something else to it," Harry said, frowning slightly. "Dumbledore brought me with him to actually meet Slughorn and bring him out of retirement. I think… what was it…he has a hobby of 'collecting' students."
"Huh, what an odd hobby, though I think I see what you are talking about," Blaise said. He pointed to Belby and said, "Took me a moment, his uncle has an Order of Merlin for developing the Wolfsbane Potion."
"Wow, that's something," Harry said.
"Indeed it is," Blaise nodded. "As for him…" he pointed to McLaggen, "I forgot."
Harry giggled. "Forgot?"
"I'm not the one with all the insider knowledge about famous Ministry workers, baby," Zabini said. "You want to know about McLaggen, then listen to Slughorn, he seems to be done with poor Belby.
It was true as Slughorn has long turned to Cormac McLaggen. "Ah, you know Bertie and Rufus too?" Slughorn beamed, now offering around a small tray of pies; somehow Belby was missed out. "Now tell me…"
It was as Blaise said. Everyone here seemed to have been invited because they were connected to somebody well-known or influential—everyone except Ginny. Blaise, who was interrogated after McLaggen, turned out to have a famously beautiful witch for a mother who apparently had been married seven times, each of her husbands dying mysteriously and leaver her mounds of gold.
"And now," Slughorn said, shifting massively in his seat with the air of a compere introducing his star act. "Harry Potter! Where to begin? I feel I barely scratched the surface when we met over the summer!" He contemplated Harry for a moment as though he was a particularly large and succulent piece of pheasant, then said, "'The Chosen One,' they're calling you now!"
Harry said nothing. Belby, McLaggen, and Blaise were all staring at him.
"Of course," Slughorn said, watching Harry closely, "there have been rumors for years. …I remember when—well—after that terrible night—Lily—James—and you survived—and the word was that you must have powers beyond the ordinary—"
Blaise gave out an amused cough. An angry voice burst out from behind Slughorn.
"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so talented …at posing…"
"Oh dear!" Slughorn chuckled comfortably, looking around at Ginny, who was glaring at Blaise around Slughorn's great belly. "You want to be careful Blaise! I saw this young lady perform the most marvelous Bat-Bogey Hex as I saw passing her carriage! I wouldn't cross her!"
Blaise lifted both hands up in good-nature and smiled at Ginny.
"Anyway," Slughorn said, turning back to Harry. "Such rumors this summer. Of course, one doesn't know what to believe, the Prophet has been known to print inaccuracies, make mistakes—but there seems little doubt, given the number of witnesses, that there was quite a disturbance at the Ministry and that you were in the thick of it all!"
Harry, who could not see any way out of this without flatly lying, nodded but still said nothing. Slughorn beamed at him. "So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond—you were there, then? But the rest of the stories—so sensational, of course, no one doesn't know quite what to believe—this fabled prophecy, for instance—"
"We never heard a prophecy," Ginny said. "All this 'Chosen One' is rubbish."
"You were there too, weren't you?" Slughorn said, with great interest, looking at Ginny, but she sat clam-like before his encouraging smile.
"Yes… well… it is true that the Prophet often exaggerates of course…" Slughorn said, sounding a little disappointed. "I remember dear Gwenog telling me (Gwenog Jones, I mean, of course, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies)—"
He meandered off into a long-winged reminiscence, but Harry had the distinct impression that Slughorn had not finished with him. The afternoon wore on with more anecdotes about illustrious wizards Slughorn had taught, all of whom had been delighted to join what he called the "Slug Club" at Hogwarts. Harry could not wait to leave, but couldn't see how to do so politely. Finally, the train emerged from yet another long misty stretch into a red sunset, and Slughorn looked around, blinking in the twilight.
"Good gracious, it's getting dark already! I didn't notice that they'd lit the lamps! You'd better go and change into your robes, all of you. McLaggen, you must drop by and borrow that book on nogtails. Harry, Blaise—any time you're passing. Same goes for you, miss," he twinkled at Ginny. "Well, off you go, off you go!"
"That was interesting," Blaise groaned. "How you feeling, cub?" he asked as he took Harry's hand in his.
"Alright…"
"Harry!" Harry turned to see Ginny looking at him and Blaise. "We didn't know where you were."
"Oh! Sorry, I promised Blaise I would sit with him," Harry said. "I guessed I forgot to tell you guys. Sorry about that."
"With Zabini," Ginny stressed.
"Uhh… yeah," Harry nodded. "Anyway… Blaise and I have to go get our school robes on, see you in the Great Hall."
Feeling awkward, he turned around and left Ginny before she could reply. Once they were near their compartment, Harry breathed out and said, "Well… I should have expected that."
"What do you mean?" Blaise asked. They stopped in front of their compartment, the blinds were all drawn.
"I forgot about the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin," Harry said. "And nobody knows that Ron and I went out shopping late at night with you."
"So you're expecting some drama?" Blaise chuckled.
"Yeah… but I'll handle it," Harry said.
"Good cub," Blaise smiled. He gave Harry a chaste kiss and opened the compartment door for him. The others were still in there, dressed in their school robes.
"Still here Potter?" Parkinson sneered. "Go away."
"Why? I was here first, Parkinson," Harry snapped back. "Why don't you get out? I don't want you near me while I change, I might catch something."
Blaise hid a chuckle as Parkinson glared at Harry. Harry walked in coolly and reached for his trunk, only for Blaise to help him bring it down. Draco watched with interest as Harry, having a sudden sense of Gryffindor courage and cockiness, tore off his shirt, revealing his taunt muscles. "Parkinson, last time, get out. Now," Harry warned, not even looking at the girl.
"Sod off Potter!" Parkinson said again. She stood up, her eyes darting to Draco for a moment. "If you don't get out, I'll make Draco do something very nasty to you!"
"Oh really?" Blaise asked, crossing his arms across his chest. "And what is that?"
Parkinson glared at Blaise. She looked between Harry and Blaise before turning to Draco. "Do something!"
Draco, too fixated on staring at Harry's shirtless body, did not do anything. Harry noticed this and smiled at Draco, winking at him. The blonde blushed as Harry pulled on a white button-down shirt. Parkinson continued to stare at him expectantly, but again he just continued to stare at Harry. Blaise smirked and turned to look at his friend, completely enamored by the Incubus. Looking back at the ravaging girl he said, "Sorry Parkinson, but I don't believe Draco would like to listen to you today."
Then, with a rather violent shove, Blaise opened the compartment door and pushed Parkinson out into the hallway. He glared at Crabbe and Goyle, who ran out. "There," he sighed, "peace and quiet, cub."
"Thank you Sir," Harry smiled and he continued changing. Blaise sat next to Draco and smirked. "Nice having a lion around my finger," he said.
"You said you've only been dating for five minutes," Draco shot back.
"It was a busy five minutes," Blaise shrugged. "I'll let you into a secret though." He moved closer to Draco and whispered, "Our relationship is still open."
Draco blushed. "O-Open?"
"Yeah," Blaise sighed. He looked over at Harry, "Can I tell him Harry?"
Harry, fully dressed in his school robes now, turned to Blaise and Draco. "Tell him what?" he asked.
"About your situation."
Harry frowned. He shook his head, "Umm… not right now Blaise, sorry," he said. "If you don't mind, I want to get them myself, one at a time. I've already got you, that's enough for now."
Blaise chuckled, "Hurt to the ego, cub, but I understand. Come here." He patted the space next to him, which Harry happily filled. "Can we at least tell Draco the obvious difference?" he asked.
"Besides Potter's shorter?" Draco drawled.
"No, not shorter," Harry said. "I've just had… an awakening."
"What do you mean by that, Potter?" Draco demanded.
Harry smiled and slipped onto Blaise's lap. He straddled it, so his legs were on either side of Blaise and one pressed against Draco's, and gave Blaise a long, deep kiss that made them both moan. Blaise licked Harry's mouth and nose as the small teen moved slightly away to turn towards Draco, giving him a slutty smile. "I'm an Incubus," he said before kissing Blaise again.