Ch. 7

A Demon's Seed

For the rest of the first week, Harry was both surprised and thrilled at how good he and the Incubus were good at Potions. Without Snape breathing down their neck, threatening to deduct points at every single moment, Harry had a chance to concentrate and actually learn. During these lessons, he continued to be with the three Slytherin boys, mostly to keep an update on Blaise. He was both curious and cautious at how his milk would affect the older teen.

So far any changes that might have happened are discrete at best. Up close Harry could see that Blaise's skin was much clearer, smoother. In the hallways during their snogging sessions, Harry's hand would brush over Blaise's head where he was both shocked and relieved to feel nothing but the smooth deeply short cut of his hair. His body, however, seemed to be filling out more, as if his already developing muscles were growing at a somewhat quicker rate. Other than that, there was no drastic changes that Harry could see or feel. No horns ready to burst out, or wings ready to take flight.

"You really love feeling me up, don't you cub?" Blaise chuckled on Friday evening. They were in the Room of Requirement again, their clothes both disheveled from a snogging session.

"I'm just checking to see if there's any changes," Harry said as he slid his hands down Blaise's back. "I don't know when the changes will occur so…"

"I see… you know cub, I'm feeling awfully thirsty," Blaise purred. "And since we've already done it once, I have no shame of asking you…"

"What?" Harry asked.

"Take off your shirt," Blaise commanded.

"Bla—"

"Now cub," Blaise said, his persona changing. He stood in front of Harry, his arms crossed, an impatient glint forming in his eyes. Feeling a sense of thrill fill him, Harry worked immediately to remove his robes and shirt, so he was just standing in front of his boyfriend in just his pants. Blaise hummed in approval and reached to tug one of Harry's nipples, making the boy moan. "These better be full for me boy," Blaise breathed. "Because I'm not going to stop sucking until I'm full."

"Blaise, what are you—ohhh," Harry moaned as without warning, Blaise pushed him to the floor and collapsed on top of the boy, his lips attaching themselves to Harry's nipple, his hand playing with the other.

Harry left a wave of erotic need as Blaise treated him as nothing but a cow, working him only for his milk as with each bite and suck his chest began to fill with a pressure that needed release. His cock grew but it was ignored by both boys as Blaise continued to milk his nipples. He felt used as the sensation build, but Harry found that he loved it as he released with a shudder, and his milk flowed into Blaise's mouth and onto his hand. His free nipple flooded Blaise's hand quickly, the thick creamy white substance leaking over the hand and onto Harry's chest, dripping down the side while Blaise sucked and swallowed greedily on the right nipple.

The young demon was in utter bliss. Used for his product, Harry moaned under Blaise's harsh sucks, the pressure on his chest both building and relieving itself all at the same time. It seemed that there was no stop to his milk, he felt his chest began to expand and Blaise only sucked with harder force, breathing though his nose. The hot breaths on his upper chest only turned Harry on more, his eyes closed in bliss all his mind could begin to focus on is Blaise's hungry lips on his tits. Blaise drank and drank, and time began to speed past them. It had no meaning as their cocks filled in their pants but left forgotten as both of their attention was on Harry's endlessly leaking nipples.

When Blaise finally had his full, he moved from Harry's nipple, admiring how red and swollen it looked. He then looked at Harry's body and chuckled. His entire torso and stomach was drenched in a mixture of his milk and sweat, and Harry just stared at him with ruby-red eyes full of lust and need.

Blaise chuckled and took out his wand. He pointed it at Harry's body and muttered a cleaning spell, the mixture of thick milk and sweat disappearing instantly. "You are delicious cub," he whispered.

"That was…amazing," Harry breathed. "What caused that?"

"I just felt this need," Blaise shrugged. "And I've wanted to get more of that milk all week," he winked, "it makes my body feel and look so good."

Harry chuckled softly. Blaise helped him up and held the boy close to him. "So, Harry, my pretty Incubus, what are you doing tonight?" he whispered.

"I have a private lesson with Dumbledore," Harry said. "Something about ending this war… I don't know what exactly it's about."

"Do you think he will teach you spells?" Blaise asked, looking completely concerned.

"I don't know… but if it's to make sure I survive, it must be good, yeah?" Harry asked.

"Yeah… just be careful love—I mean cub," Blaise tripped. He began blushing over his slip up, looking both embarrassed and ashamed. Harry smiled. He leaned into Blaise and looked up. Gently, he pressed his lips against Blaise's cheek and whispered, "I love you too Blaise," before slipping away to put his shirt and robe back on. Blaise just stared dumbfounded at Harry as the boy changed.

Fully dressed, Harry turned to Blaise and gave an easy smile, "I mean it you know. It might be my Incubus or milk affecting us but… it's true. See you later Blaise."

.

While Harry went off to his lesson with Dumbledore, inside him, the Incubus was alone in his prison. Naked as always, the Incubus couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he tugged at the chains that held his hands and arms behind him. Turning around to the best of his ability, he smirked at the rusting chain. There was a creaking noise as he tugged at the chains, but it was no where close to breaking. Sighing, the Incubus shuffled on the stone floor, his butt feeling sore. "I should have asked Harry to make the floor carpeted… or at least give me a pillow to sit and stand on," the Incubus grumbled to himself. It was impossible to find a comfortable position, so the Incubus backed against the wall as much as he could and stared up at the walls of the prison. They began to change, forming a moving picture that shifted into a clearer, cleaner clarity.

"Dumbledore's office," the Incubus commented. "Is it eight already?"

Through the walls, the Incubus could see Dumbledore's office, which looked just as it always did; the delicate silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, puffing smoke and whirling; portraits of previous headmasters and headmistresses dozed in their frames, and Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, Fawkes, stood on his perch behind the door, watching Harry with bright interest.

"So Harry," Dumbledore's voice filled the prison in a businesslike voice. "You have been wondering, I am sure, what I have planned for you during these—for want of a better word—lessons?"

"Yes, sir," Harry's voice replied.

The Incubus shifted and said, with his eyes never leaving the walls, "You can come and watch, you know. I do not know what you are, or what you are doing here… but still, it would be nice to have company once in a while." His red eyes shifted towards one of the openings where he caught a glimpse of another pair of red eyes. "Besides, I know you're curious as to why Harry Potter has the same eye coloring as you," the Incubus chuckled.

The red eyes lingered for a moment. The Incubus smirked. He looked up at the wall where he could view everything through Harry's eyes and said, "If you want, you can even stay as an indescribable mist of black… however if you stay, I only ask you use whatever magic that is left inside you to make me a cushion. It is very sore sitting and standing on stone all day in the nude."

The eyes continued to stare at the Incubus. He felt a pressure in his head and chuckled. "Trying to do Legilimency when we are already inside Harry's mind?" he asked. "My… that won't work. Harry and I share the same mind, there is nothing that I know that he doesn't… mostly."

The eyes continued to stay motionless. Sighing the Incubus contented himself to simply watch Dumbledore's lessons. "I will find out what you are," he said. "And when I do, I will make sure that Harry knows too, and together we will decide how to handle your existence. So, if you want to continue living…I suggest you start being nice and socialize with me."

The eyes still have not moved. But the Incubus felt something beneath him. He looked down to see a pain flat pillow appear from underneath him. "Pitiful… are you really that weak?" the Incubus asked, raising an eyebrow. The red eyes disappeared, and the Incubus shrugged. He turned his attention to the wall and watched as Harry and Dumbledore approached a Pensieve. "What are they doing?" the Incubus said to himself. "Harry, what is going on?"

Harry's voice came in clear in the subconscious prison, though he did not move his lips. "We are going to view a memory it seems. Dumbledore hopes that it will help us survive."

"Interesting, who's memory?"

"I don't know."

"Where are we going, sir?" Harry asked aloud to Dumbledore.

"For a trip down Bob Ogden's memory lane," Dumbledore said, pulling from his pocket a crystal bottle containing a swirling silvery-white substance.

"Who was Bob Ogden?"

"He was employed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Dumbledore said. "He died some time ago, but not before I had tracked him down and persuaded him to confide these recollections to me. We are about to accompany him on a visit he made in the course of his duties. If you will stand, Harry…"

The Incubus frowned, staring at the wall. "What does this have to do with Voldemort?" he wondered. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the red eyes appeared again. The Incubus thought for a moment but decided to ignore them as instead he focused on the memory that Dumbledore and Harry visited. He believed that it was important.

They followed Bob Ogden (a short plump man) towards a building half-hidden amongst a tangle of old trees that cast deep, cool shadows. The Incubus raised an eyebrow at the house as it seemed a strange location to build it, or decision to have the trees grow so close that it blocks out all light. Its walls were mossy and so many tiles had fallen off the roof that the rafters were visible in places. Nettles grew all around it, their tips reaching the windows, which were tiny and thick with grime. Looks completely uninhabitable, the Incubus thought, but just as he thought it, one of the windows were thrown open with a clatter, and at thin trickle of steam or smoke issued from it, as though someone was cooking.

The plump Ogden moved forward quietly and, it seemed to both Harry and the Incubus, cautiously. As the dark shadows of the trees slid over him, he stopped again, staring at the front door, to which somebody had nailed a dead snake.

There was a rustle and a crack, and a man in rags dropped from the nearest tree, landing on his feet right in front of Ogden, who leapt backward so fast he stood on the tails of his frock coat and stumbled.

"You're not welcome."

The Incubus's eyes widen in surprise. He glanced around and saw the red eyes returned again. Smirking he said, "Heard it, did you? Parseltongue. Well… can you understand it?"

The eyes continued to stare at the Incubus before moving, as if whatever head they were attached to was nodding.

"Interesting… so you can understand parseltongue," the Incubus chuckled. "Did you know that the language began with Salazar Slytherin? He learned it actually, from a demon that can take a form of a snake. In fact, he inherited it after a… night with the demon. Of course, your kind decided to forget about that little bit, though you do love demonizing the man funny enough. Anyway, that is something I know that Harry does not." He turned his attention fully to the set of red eyes. They were in the same place, just outside of the door to the Incubus's prison. "Ahh… I take it you did not know that either, did you?" he chuckled.

Standing up he gave the set of eyes an innocent smile. "Tell me, is there a hand that is connected to those eyes?" The eyes remained still. The Incubus sighed and stretched as best he could, "I would really love if there were… for my body is just aching from the chains and can use a tough massage." The eyes just stayed where they were. The Incubus shook his head, "Then I guess you really are weak, if not worse than. If you cannot even give a boy a simple massage."

The eyes glared at the Incubus before surprising him. A hallow voice, as if whispered from a snake then fought to reach the Incubus's bone rang out in his prison. "You are no boy…"

"What do you know, it talks," the Incubus smirked. "At least we know you have a mouth… but what I really need is hands."

"Silence fool…"

"A fool, am I? I'm not the one too scared to come close to a sixteen year old demon," the Incubus laughed.

"Insolent child! …Do you know… what I am?" the red eyes asked, glaring at the Incubus.

"No, that's why I'm asking you to come closer," the Incubus shrugged, the chains clattering behind him gently. The eyes continued to glare at the Incubus. The Incubus continued to stare at the eyes in mild curiosity, a smirk growing on his face. In the background, the memory of Bob Ogden continued to play, Harry completely oblivious to what was happening inside of him.

The eyes stayed in its place and the Incubus shook his head slowly. "Very well… however, you do not need to come into my prison for me to know who you are. After all, you've understood the parseltongue," he motioned towards the wall. "And only one living person besides my dear Harry can understand it. So… Voldemort, how did you get into my boy's head?"

The eyes wavered for a moment before answering, "I was here since the beginning…"

"No, you were not," the Incubus said, shaking his head. "I was here since the beginning, not you. The day Harry was conceived was my first day of existence. Though… it was only recently I was able to contact my sweet boy. Looking back, I've noticed you for a while… however I was powerless to do anything, unable to move or talk until Harry came into his inheritance. At which point, Dumbledore chained me in our own mind." The Incubus was silent for a moment. He looked up and watched what Harry was experiencing for a moment.

They were now inside the delipidated house, surrounded by grimy people who looked worse than the long-haired ragged man who jumped from the tree. The Incubus continued to watch in silence, noting their appearances, the only girl of the family had a ragged grey dress which was the exact color of the dirty stone wall behind her. She was standing beside a steaming pot on a grimy black stove, and was fiddling around with the shelf of a squalid-looking pots and pans above it. Her hair was lank and dull and she had a plain, pale, rather heavy face. Her eyes, like her brother's, stared in opposite directions.

After a while, he gave a fake gasp and looked down at the pair of red eyes, which remained unmoving. "I've just thought of something," he said. "We're looking at your family aren't we! We must, since these lessons are meant to help Harry survive! Man… this must be special for you, seeing your mother's family… they're very ugly, especially that dingy girl with the ugly necklace. I seriously hope that isn't your Mum, I would be ashamed just to be related to her! In fact, I might just kill her myself!" The Incubus laughed cruelly. The eyes remained where they were, silence coming from them.

"Oh, come on!" The Incubus groaned, "Not even a spark of anger? You're just no fun." He huffed and sat down on the flat pillow.

"You will pay for your insolence child… once you are free of those chains… you will learn to fear me," the red eyes said.

"Oh shut it," the Incubus said. "You're weak and scared to even come into this prison. Even my wings are tied behind me, I can't do crap to you." The Incubus stared at the red eyes. A silent tension filled the space between them as Harry continued to witness the memory. The Incubus can hear yelling in Parseltongue but did not pay attention to it. After a while, however, the eyes disappeared. The Incubus gave a low sigh and pressed himself as best he could against the wall, using his feet to move the flat pillow with him. "Stupid weak moron," he muttered to himself. He waited until Harry was out of Dumbledore's office and on his way to Gryffindor Tower to talk with him.

"Harry, pet, I need you to visit my prison tonight," he said.

"Okay, do you have a lesson or want to talk about what we just saw?" Harry mentally asked.

"A bit…" The Incubus purred.

"Okay," Harry answered. The Incubus smiled and sat on the flat pillow, waiting. A couple of hours later, Harry appeared in the prison, just as naked as the Incubus. "What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked.

"Make my floor carpeted please? Or maybe just put pillows around me. My ass is sore and it hurts having to stand and sit on cold stone," the Incubus said with an urgent seriousness.

"Wh-what?" Harry gasped, looking offset. "You called me here… just to change the flooring?"

"Of course," the Incubus nodded. "As well as show you our progress," he wiggled the chain tied around his arms. "I said a month but looks like both of you are moving at a quicker pace."

"Is that bad?" Harry frowned.

"Maybe, but between you and me I would love to be able to use my arms again so please, continue at this rate if you want," the Incubus said.

Harry nodded. He looked at the floor and frowned, trying his best to imagine it as soft carpet instead of hard stone. It began to change, the grey stones turning blue before the texture under their feet. He stared at the Incubus and giant fluffy pillows appeared around him. The Incubus smiled and collapsed onto them, "Ahhh now this is much more comfortable. No need for this dingy thing," he said, throwing the flat pillow into the air with his foot.

"Where did that come from?" Harry frowned.

"Our uninvited guest," the Incubus said nonchalantly, stretching himself the best he could on the cushions. "He kept staring at me but he won't enter my prison. Coward."

Harry frowned. "So I wasn't crazy when I thought I saw those red eyes," he said.

"Nope, that was our guest… shame he's not here now though, I've learned something very interesting about him," the Incubus said.

"Which is?" Harry asked enthusiastically.

"He can talk."

"Ohh…"

"What? Disappointed?" The Incubus asked.

"I mean… I thought that… hoped that you knew exactly what it is," Harry said.

"And trust me pet, the moment I learn, I will tell you," the Incubus said. He whispered, "Come lay with me, feel how soft these pillows are."

Harry moved towards the Incubus, laying with them. On the pillows they'd be almost twins, if one could ignore the wings and pointed tail that sprouted from the Incubus. The Incubus's chains rattled, and he had to push pillows out of the way for his cages can fit through. Naked, yet not sexually aroused, the two laid on the pillows for some time until the Incubus whispered, "Tell me what you and Dumbledore talked about. What he shown you. I was busy with our guest, I tried to pay attention, yet he kept distracting me."

Harry nodded softly and began telling the Incubus about everything he saw during the memory, and everything he and Dumbledore talked about afterwards. When he was done, the Incubus said, "So he shown you Voldemort's mother? And you've noticed that the ring one of the Gaunts was wearing, and the ring Dumbledore had, which is now cracked on his desk, are one in the same?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

The Incubus frowned, "I wonder what this all means… why show you Voldemort's past?"

"I don't know… but it frightens me," Harry confessed. "It's like a constant reminder, of troubles that are laying just outside our own."

"Yeah… we really do have our plate full, don't we?" the Incubus sighed. "How are you holding up?"

"Good. You?"

"Barely," the Incubus said. "I want to stretch my arms and wings so badly…"

Harry nodded and moved so he was resting on the Incubus's chest. "I was thinking…" he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking that next week, when Quidditch tryouts happen, that is when I'll do it with Blaise," Harry whispered. He turned to look up at the Incubus, "Is that okay? Can you wait that long?"

"I would wait until oblivion for you pet," the Incubus purred.

"I'm nervous though… I mean, are we moving too fast?" Harry asked.

"If you think you are, then you are… however if it feels right, natural…"

"We've technically only been dating for a week or so," Harry frowned. "To say we love each other and give up my virginity so fast…"

"Is this what you want?" The Incubus asked. "Does this feel natural to you, pet?"

"It…it does, but that scares me," Harry said. "I thought relationships are supposed to take time… that it should take longer for these feelings we have… the feelings I have to develop."

"And these feelings will develop and deepen I am sure of it," the Incubus said. "But… maybe it might be because of who we are that our feelings are maturing at a faster rate."

"If that's true… what about Blaise?"

"Our milk I am willing to guess," the Incubus said. "It is not making him fall in love with us… but rather intensifying his feelings for us. He did just drink a lot of it today."

"He did," Harry nodded. "Will it always be like this? For Draco and Theodore too?"

"Who can say?" the Incubus sighed. "We will be falling in love three times…two more times. Who knows how this will affect ourselves and them. How it will unfold itself. All we can do is just… go along with it."

"That's true," Harry nodded. "So… next week then."

"Next week," the Incubus nodded.

"How will I know what to do?" harry asked nervously.

The Incubus gave Harry a soft smile. "Do not worry pet, I will be with you every step of the way. Feel what feels natural to you in the moment, and do it," the Incubus whispered. "Now… I have a final request, if you would allow it?"

"Mm…what is it?" Harry asked.

"Stay with me… until we both fall asleep," the Incubus whispered. He looked at the open windows and doorway of his prison. "He will not bother us, it is only us," he said in a soothing voice.

Harry nodded, his eyes already feeling heavy. Closing them, he listened to the Incubus's heart, it's gently ryhthm drumming him closer to a blissful sleep. Harry wrapped his arms around the Incubus and he felt the demon's tail wrap around his body. He felt a gentle comfort from the light weight, and emerald and ruby eyes closed together, their breathing as one as boy and demon slept.

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