The Perversions of Harry Potter

by Madriddler

On his sixteenth Birthday, Harry Potter comes into an interesting inheritance. Suddenly an Incubus, Harry must find his Masters before it is too late. Meanwhile, Dumbledore works hard to squander the Incubus inside Harry, but is it also killing the boy in the process? And why does Voldemort have such a sudden new interest in Harry?

4. An Eventful Night

Ch. 4

An Eventual Night

Harry and the Slytherins separated soon after the Hogwarts Express arrived at Hogsmeade Station. Harry slipped away and found Ron and Hermione as made their way to an empty carriage. "Hermione! Ron!" Harry called out.

"Harry, where were you?" Hermione asked when Harry caught up with them. "Ginny told us that you were with Blaise Zabini."

"Oh yeah, I was sitting with him on the ride here," Harry blushed. "Come on, I'll tell you once we get in a carriage." The two agreed and they filed into a nearby carriage, Ginny following them. Harry closed the carriage door and looked at the three of them. "Right, well… you guys know already, about my uh inheritance, right?"

"You mean you being an Incubus, correct?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, that," Harry nodded. "Now, before you ask, no, this isn't because of that, or maybe it does but either way, Blaise and I have decided to start dating."

The carriage started to move as an awkward silence filled it. Harry looked at the four of them as he bit his bottom lip, waiting for an explosion or reaction. As he waited, he looked at the three faces. Ron looked a little confused, but pensive about it, Hermione looked a little aback, her jaw hanging slightly while Ginny's face was blushing fully. "Yeah," Harry whispered. Looking at Hermione and Ginny he said, "If you two didn't know… I'm uh… I like guys."

"Gay," Ginny whispered. She leaned back and gave out one long, loud groan, combing her fingers through her hair. "Oh Merlin I'm a moron," she said. "Having a crush on a gay guy! How can I be so oblivious?"

"Sorry," Harry winced.

Ginny's eyes opened, and she looked at Harry, "Not your fault," she said. "Just uh give me a second."

Harry nodded and looked at Hermione. "Hermione?"

Hermione looked thoughtful as she said carefully, "I thought of so with huh you were… obsessed with Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory. I mean at the Yule Ball you were more focused on them other than Parvati, you have to admit."

"I was not—" Harry said abashed.

"Yeah you were," Hermione said. "I don't remember you looking at Parvati's face once. Anyway, you are dating Zabini."

"Yes, I am," Harry nodded.

"And it has nothing to do with your recent inheritance?" Hermione asked. "Because I've started reading up on Incubuses Harry, and everything I've read does not sound good."

"What did you read?"

"I've read that the Incubus is a powerful dark creature, put into the categories of demon, and that they drain the lifeforce of people around them through um… explicit means," Hermione said, her cheeks blushing.

"Explicit means?" Ron asked, looking confused.

"Please don't make me say it Ron, you know what I mean," Hermione said. "The point is Harry, that you have to be careful. Who knows what might happen if you lose control."

"I won't lose control," Harry said. The carriage shook as it began going up hill and Ron slid against Harry, but neither boy noticed or wanted to move apart. "I am in perfect control Hermione, let me assure you." It also helps that Dumbledore rudely locked my true self away, he thought to himself with some vile.

"Now don't be so cruel, pet," the incubus chuckled inside his head.

"Can I ask how?" Hermione asked.

Harry thought up a lie quickly. "Dumbledore, he has given me potions that seals my Incubus. I can feel him inside me but we are separated. It's totally safe, and temporary until I learn how to fully control him."

"Ohh, well in that case that should be good," Hermione said, offering Harry a small smile. "As long as you're safe."

"You know me Hermione, I'm always safe," Harry joked. Hermione giggled a little and Harry relaxed.

"So how was it like?" Ron asked, "riding with Zabini."

"Oh, it was nice until Malfoy and the others interrupt," Harry shrugged.

"What?"

"Malfoy barged in along with Parkinson along with Crabbe and Goyle," Harry said. "They were screaming about how I wasn't supposed to be in there, demanding why we were sitting together in the first place."

"So what did you do?" Ron asked.

"Ignored them at first, but I've… marked my territory," Harry said. "I think this part my Incubus helped as I straddled Blaise's lap then and there and snogged him."

"What!" Ginny's outburst reflected the other's reaction as their faces were all redder than the Weasleys' hair. Harry nodded and gave a small smile, "Yeah, I mean, we're boyfriends so I have a right to be with him, yeah. So we just kissed."

"And? What did they do?" Ron asked excitedly. Harry looked at his friend and smiled, "Well," he said, fixing his lens-less glasses, "they've still complained, but we shut them down. Besides, we didn't spend much time with them anyways as Slughorn invited us into his compartment."

"Who?" Ron asked.

"Slughorn, new professor," Harry said. "He invited a few of us into his compartment for a lunch, but he ended up talking a lot about his old students."

"Who was there?" Ron asked.

"Me, Blaise, Ginny, along with um Cormac McLaggen, a guy a year ahead of us, his uncle knows the Minister, and a Ravenclaw named Belby who's uncle made the Wolfsbane Potion. Though Slughorn shown little concern or care for him after he told him that he and his uncle weren't close," Harry said, taking a moment to remember the dreadfully long and boring meeting.

"Sounds like a strange bloke," Ron shrugged.

"Believe me, he is," Harry muttered. "He was eyeing all of us like we were part of a collection or something."

"Well, let's just hope that he's better than the last one, yeah?" Ginny said.

"Anyone will be better than that vile woman," Hermione said. The three muttered their agreements, and were silent for a long time as the carriage continued on it's way. They started talking again on nonsense mostly, mostly to talk for talking's sake until their carriage pulled up to the front doors of Hogwarts.

"What's going on?" Harry asked confused as he saw a long line of students filing out of the two great doors that led to the Entrance Hall and into the cold night air.

"Who knows," Ron muttered and the four of them got out. Harry stood on the tips of his toes, and scowled, "I hate being this short again," he growled out. "Couldn't my damn inheritance make me taller instead?"

Ron chuckled and patted Harry's shoulder. "Want me to see?" he asked. Harry shot him a deadly glare but nodded. Ron stood on his toes and squinted. "I think I see Mr. Filch," he said. "He's holding some weird thing."

Harry frowned in confusion, but moved along with the line towards the Entrance Hall until he could see Mr. Filch clearly. He was holding a long squiggly aerial that was gold. Mr. Filch was moving it over the students as they walked by. Harry frowned, wondering what Mr. Filch was doing, until the aerial started to vibrate over Crabbe. "Ahh! Thought you could sneak something in, eh?" Mr. Filch yelled out. "Empty your pockets now!"

Crabbe looked surprised and hesitant, before his hands could move, Mr. Filch began rummaging through Crabbe's pockets himself, before making a noise and pulling out what looked like a head. "Aha! Think you should sneak a shrunken head in, eh boy?" he said, looking triumphant. Get a move on!"

Crabbe looked at Mr. Filch for a moment before Malfoy shoved him forward and Mr. Filch started to wave the long aerial around everyone again. When Harry was near, Mr. Filch prodded and poked him hard with the aerial but it kept still, much to the man's disappointment. He grumbled on that Harry could continue on.

"What was that?" Harry asked as soon as he, Ron, and Hermione were in the Great Hall.

"A Secrecy Sensor," Hermione said. "It looks like security has tighten up here, didn't you see Tonks?"

"Tonks is here?" Harry asked, looking dumbfounded.

"Yes! Along with several other Aurors," Hermione said. "The Ministry stationed them here to guard Hogwarts."

"Against who? It's not like Voldemort is just going to stroll directly up to Hogwarts through the gates, is he?" Harry asked. "Besides, how do you know all this?"

"Don't you ever read the paper Harry?" Hermione sighed.

"No…"

"Then you better start," Hermione said shortly.

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head lightly as the three of them sat down. Harry looked around the Great Hall as it slowly filled with students. He smirked to himself when he saw Blaise sitting with Draco. He gave a wave once Blaise got his attention and winked at Draco when the blonde looked to see who Blaise was waving to. Harry smiled when he saw the Slytherin blush briefly before looking frustrated, turning away as Blaise laughed.

Looks like we already have two wizards, Harry thought to himself.

"Two wizards who would make excellent demons my pet," The incubus chuckled. "Go to bed early tonight pet. I have a lesson for you."

Okay, Harry nodded mentally.

As soon as the last of the students settled down, the double doors opened again as Professor McGonagall escorted the First Years into the Great hall to be sorted. Harry did not feel like paying much attention to it, he found himself far too busy staring at Blaise as naughty ideas entered his mind, which weren't much as he was very inexperienced. It was mostly just them touching and Blaise playing with his nipples.

"Harry…Harry!"

"Huh wha?"

Harry looked around confused. Food was on the table and everyone was in the middle of eating. He looked to see Hermione staring at him concern. "You haven't eaten anything, are you okay?"

"Yeah… just was thinking," Harry nodded. Embarassed that he was caught fantasizing about Blaise, Harry decided to eat his dinner and dessert in silence, only nodding along with Ron and Hermione as the Gryffindors around him talked. Several times he caught Blaise looking at him and had to squeeze his eyes tight to fight off the coming erection.

Finally, however, Dumbledore stood up. "The very best evenings to you!" he said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room.

"What happened to his hand?" Hermione gasped.

She was not the only one who had noticed. Dumbledore's right hand was as blackened and dead-looking as it had been on the night he had come to fetch Harry from the Dursleys. Whispers swept the room; Dumbledore, interrupting the room correctly, merely smiled and shook his purple-and-gold sleeve over his injury.

"Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now… to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you.

"He's cursed." The Incubus whispered in Harry's mind.

You think so?

"Yes, I can smell it from here. The man is dying," The Incubus said.

Harry frowned. I'm mad at him, furious even, but I don't want him to die.

"It is nothing that we've done, or anything that we can do to help him," The Incubus said soothingly. "Think of it pet, as nature simply taking it's course. Though I do not know how he was cursed."

Harry nodded and looked at Dumbledore again.

"…welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn"—Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his big waistcoated belly casting the table below into shadow—"is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."

"Potions?"

"Potions?"

The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they heard right.

"Professor Snape, meanwhile," Dumbledore said, raising his voice so that it carried over all the muttering, "will be taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"No!" Harry said so loudly that many heads turned in his direction. He did not care; he was staring up at the staff table, incensed. How could Snape be given the Defense Against the Dark Arts job after all this time? Hadn't it been widely known for years that Dumbledore did not trust him to do it?

"Calm down!" the Incubus snapped. "Forget about that disgusting man for a second before you do something stupid!"

I am calm.

"No you are not."

Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledore's right, did not stand up at the mention of his name; he merely raised a hand in lazy acknowledgement of the applause from the Slytherin table, yet harry was sure he could detect a look of triumph on the features he loathed so much.

"Well, there's one good thing," he said savagely both to the Incubus and out loud. "Snape'll be gone by the end of the year."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"The job's jinxed. No one's lasted more than a year. …Quirrell actually died doing it. …Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death."

"Harry!" Hermione said, shocked and reproachful.

"He might just go back to teaching Potions at the end of year," Ron said reasonably. "That Slughorn bloke might not want to stay long-term. Moody didn't."

Dumbledore ended his speech giving a warning about Lord Voldemort. Harry felt a shiver go down his spine as he felt eyes falling onto him, but did his best to ignore it. Dumbledore dismissed them all and with the usual deafening scraping noise, the benches were moved back and the hundreds of students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their dormitories. Harry, who was looking for a chance to say goodnight with Blaise, lagged behind in the crowd until he saw his boyfriend clearly.

"Blaise!" he called out, making a beeline towards him. The Slytherin was only with Draco and Theodore Nott.

"Potter," Draco spat out, but Harry ignored him. The boy smiled at Blaise as they wrapped arms around each other's waists. "I wanted to say goodnight," Harry said.

Blaise chuckled and pulled him into a deep kiss. "Good night cub," he said deeply. Harry smiled and blushed at that. He looked at Draco and said, "Good night, Malfoy."

Draco, who looked shocked that Harry addressed him at all, just sputtered nonsense as his cheeks blushed.

"My cub said something to you Draco, I think you should respond," Blaise said, smiling ruefully.

Draco glared at the both of them. "Good night… Potter." Harry smiled at that and kissed Blaise's cheek. He whispered in his ear, "I'm going to bed early, the Incubus wants to teach me something."

"Make sure to learn your lesson well, cub," Blaise whispered back.

Harry nodded and the two separated. "See you around Blaise, Malfoy," Harry smiled flirtatiously before moving back into the crowd, and up the marble staircase.

"I'm going to bed early, feeling tired," was Harry's excuse to his friends as they came up to him in the Gryffindor common room. As soon as he was in his dormitory, Harry found his bed and shrugged off his clothes, hopping into his bed naked and closing the curtains around his four-poster bed. As soon as he was sure he was going to have privacy, he laid down completely and forced himself to fall asleep.

.

Again he found himself in the empty room with the chained Incubus. Only this time, both of them were naked. "Hello Pet," the Incubus smiled from his chains. "I am happy to see you've taken a natural approach like me," he joked.

Harry blushed and shrugged, "Just felt like the right thing to do," he said.

"Good boy," The Incubus mused. "Now, I've called you here for a very important lesson."

"What is it?" Harry asked. He moved to sit in front of the Incubus. Any hesitation he had with the demon was a thing of the past. The Incubus laughed and smiled at Harry. "If I had the ability pet, I would caress your sweet, innocent cheek now," he said, shaking the steel container and chains that bound his arms behind his back. Harry blushed and moved forward towards the Incubus, his hand reaching hesitantly towards the container until his fingers pressed hard against the cold steel.

"Does it hurt?"

"Awfully, I think there are spikes in it, but nothing bleeding," The Incubus said. He looked around the prison-like room and frowned. "This place can use windows I think," he muttered.

"Windows?"

"Well, this is your subconscious, right?" The Incubus said. "Dumbledore may have created this prison and chains, but you still can make this more homely…sexier."

"Oh.. okay, I'll try," Harry nodded. "I just have to think about it?"

"That is my guess, give it a shot," The Incubus nodded. "Give me windows."

Harry nodded and looked at the blank walls. He closed his eyes and envisioned large spaces in the blank white walls. They've appeared instantaneously, along with a large opening that acted like an entrance. "Good work pet!" The Incubus cooed, "though there are just holes."

"I don't want any bars or actual windows or doors blocking," Harry smiled. "Makes you feel more freedom than you have."

"Interesting," The Incubus smiled. "Such a thoughtful pet. Now…" he stood up fully, the chains rattling behind him. "Kneel."

Harry got to his knees and was face-to-face with the Incubus's flaccid cock, which just as hairless as his own, and exactly the same length and thickness. However along the length of his cock was the Incubus's arrow-pointed tail. "Kiss it," The Incubus commanded. "Tonight you're starting your cock training."

Harry nodded, not even questioning it. Instead he found himself somewhat excited. "Yes Sir," he said, before kissing the tip of the Incubus's cock.

The Incubus chuckled, "Already a good submissive," he said. "Open your mouth, take only the tip and let it rest on your tongue. Don't let your teeth touch it." Harry nodded and opened his mouth, licking his lips as they slid over the cock, it felt weird, yet good having it inside his mouth as he pushed slightly until only the full head of the cock was inside him. He pushed his tongue forward and allowed the head to rest on it, tasting the salty heat. I loved it immediately.

The two rested like that, Harry not moving as he allowed the flaccid cock to grow inside him. "Take the length, do not choke," The Incubus instructed. "Breathe through your nose."

Harry did his best to breathe through his nose as the Incubus's cock hardened inside him, sliding down his tongue as it gained length. It was hard, tears pooled and fell from his eyes as he felt a shortness of breath at times, but he did not choke or gag. When he felt like he was, he focused on his breathing.

"Good, now move slowly away, letting your lips drag on my cock. Suck in your cheeks and moved your tongue as you do so, letting what feels natural lead you," the Incubus instructed again.

Harry moaned around the cock and moved back slowly, his tongue dragged on the underside of the cock as he sucked his cheeks in. He kept the head inside and then slowly pushed forward with the Incubus's instructions. Both began to purr as Harry started a slow groove on the Incubus's cock, his own cock hardening. The Incubus chuckled at this, and Harry saw his tail unraveling. "Are you excited, Pet?" the Incubus asked, his sharp tail stroking Harry's cock. Harry moaned and nodded on the Incubus's cock.

The Incubus chuckled coldly, and his tail began to tightly wrap around Harry's cock, the pressure driving the boy mad until the Incubus took his pointed end and stuck it into the slit of Harry's cock.

Harry screamed around the cock as a strange mixture of pleasure and pain overfilled him. "You earn your climaxes Harry," The Incubus whispered. "Now continue sucking. Take one hand and play with my balls."

Harry whimpered and reached for the Incubus's balls. They were hot and heavy, the boy can practically fill the weight of the cum stored inside. He squeezed experimentally and earned himself a squeezed cock as the Incubus's tail tightened. Both moaned and Harry's fingers started moving around the balls, stroking and caressing them in a sort of worshipping way. The Incubus mewled approvingly and Harry started to feel confident. He started to go down deeper in his sucks, his nose almost pressed against the Incubus's pelvic.

"You're doing so good Harry," The Incubus mewled. "Now make me cum."

Harry nodded and began getting to work. His cheeks and jaw were getting sore, but the taste of the cock was overwhelming Harry, motivating him to do better and better as he wanted, no needed, to taste more and more of the Incubus's cock. Twenty minutes of cock sucking made Harry feel delirious, he was starting to like the pressure and plugged feeling on his cock, but he really desperately wanted the Incubus's cum. The Incubus said nothing from his last command, the only sound coming out was his breathy moans as both boys became drenched in sweat.

Then, without warning, the Incubus came. But he did not look at Harry, instead he was looking outside the entrance, but Harry could not turn to see what he was looking at as his mouth and throat was flooded with hot jets of cum. He began swallowing instantly, needing all of it inside him, but there were large globs that spilled from his lips, collecting around his mouth and on his chin as the Incubus fucked his mouth deeper. He pulled out and, without needing commands, Harry cleaned the cum on his face, swallowing it all.

"Good job," The Incubus smirked. "You've put on a good show pet."

"A good show?" Harry frowned, looking behind him but seeing nothing.

"Yes pet, now, masturbate in front of me," The Incubus said, his tail unwrapping from Harry's cock. Harry's hand immediately went to his own cock and squeezed hard. Staying in the kneeling position, he only needed a few rough tugs before he spilled his own seed on the cold ground.

"Good job," The Incubus smirked. "No, no, don't clean it. I need something to eat after all," The Incubus chuckled. And he bent down to lick the cum off of the cold floor. His stare, however, was not on the cum, but on one of the windows. Harry turned around but again saw nothing. He turned around and emerald eyes met ruby-red. "Looking for something?" The Incubus chuckled.

"No I uh…"

"I think it's time for you to rest pet," The Incubus smiled. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."

Harry looked confused, but nodded. He kissed the Incubus, which felt like kissing himself, but it still felt nice and the right thing to do.

"Go unlock our locks now pet, I'll be waiting here," The Incubus whispered, and Harry felt as though he was falling through a hole, darkness overtaking him, the Incubus being the last thing he saw, who was smirking at something out of Harry's vision.

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay. My depression has hit me HARD as my friends just keep making me feel like shit. I'm feeling like I'm on a downward spiral, searching desperately for some stability. Anyway, on Archive Of Our Own I have my first Original Story up called "Beneath The Mask" and I would love it if you guys check it out and give me your thoughts.