Ch. 11

Oppositions' Observations

Draco's face froze. It was a mixture of a horrible realization, dread, and extreme guilt and despair. His face became somehow paler, his eyes widened to an extreme, full of an anxious regret as they looked around wildly. "No, no, no, no," he began to mutter as he looked around, "where is it?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry frowned.

"Look, I'm sorry but I did something horrible—something very horrible, and I swear I'll never do it again but right now I need to—oh no," he groaned, and he stared straight ahead with a dreadful recognition. Confused, Harry and Blaise both turn to try and see what Draco was staring at. Though Harry could not see what Draco was staring at, just costumers, and some Hogwarts students leaving to go back to Hogwarts. "What are you…"

"That Chaser—your Chaser Potter, she has a parcel that's very dangerous," Draco said in a rushed manner, looking more and more desperate. Harry frowned and looked around, before spotting Katie Bell by the front door. "What about it?"

"It's deadly obviously Potter! Get it!" Draco all but yelled, trying to get to his feet. Blaise and Harry sprung onto their feet as well, and the three of them rushed towards the exit, following Katie Bell.

She was with her friend, both hunched over against the brutal wind. Harry could see the wrapped parcel in her hand and he ran ahead towards them. "Katie!" he called out.

"…do with you, Leanne! Oh, hey Harry," Katie Bell said, turning around, "Sorry but can we talk at the castle? It's too cold here."

"I'll be quick," Harry panted, his own face starting to freeze from the wind. "That package, where'd you find it?"

"What? It was in the bathroom, why?" Katie Bell frowned.

"I told you! It's weird that you found it there," her friend, Leanne, said.

Harry frowned and said, "Katie, why did you pick the package up?"

Katie frowned, "What do you mean? It's a package for Professor Dumbledore, I was asked to bring it to him," she said.

"By who?" Harry asked.

Katie's frown deepened. "Easy, it was… erm… funny, I can't remember, but I seriously do need to bring this to Professor Dumbledore."

"Why not let me do it?" Harry asked suddenly. "I have a meeting with him in half an hour anyway, I can bring it to him."

"Would you?" Leanne sighed, "that would be great, give it to him Katie."

Katie frowned, as though she was resistant something mentally. "I don't think… I don't…"

"Trust me," Harry said, "give it to me, and it will get to Dumbledore safely."

With great effort, Katie sighed, looking suddenly exhausted as though a great weight was pulled off of her shoulders. Her hands shaking, as though a tether was trying to pull them away from Harry, she moved the package to Harry's hands. Harry took it and pulled, but Katie didn't let go. He pulled again to find that Katie had an iron-tight grip on it. "Katie?" he asked.

"Sorry… I can't let go," Katie said. "I need… Dumbledore…"

Is she okay? Harry frowned. He looked at Katie's face and saw a dazed, unfocused look. She's under the Imperious Curse! He realized. "Katie, just fight it off and let go," Harry said.

Katie frowned, looking at Harry as though he had three heads. Her brow furrowed with confliction, and Harry's face hardened against the wind, he could feel his fingers in his gloves turning numb against the package. He pulled, keeping a constant force on the package as he tried his best to wedge it out of Katie's grasp. Katie kept hold of it, but eventually Harry was able to ease it out without ripping it open. She still had a dazed look about her as Harry tucked the package under his arm. "Take her to the castle, she needs to rest," he ordered the friend before turning around and went running back to Blaise and Draco, who stood a bit away.

The three retreated back into the Three Broomsticks, with Harry hunched over the package. Back in the safety of the pub's warmth, they made their way to their seats and sat down, rosy-cheeked and relieved. Blaise and Harry looked at the small package sitting between the three of them towards Draco. "What is it?" Blaise asked.

Draco looked at the package and frowned, a look of guilt and regret on his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's a necklace, a cursed necklace. It's supposed to kill anyone it directly touches… I used the Imperious Curse to get Madam Rosmerta to get it into the girl's bathroom and Imperius someone to bring it to Dumbledore…"

"Well, looks like it won't be doing that now," Blaise sighed. "So what do we do with it?"

"Throw it away, far away, so I'll never see it again," Draco groaned.

"But where?" Blaise asked.

"I know a place…" the Incubus chuckled inside Harry's head. "Call it hell, or the netherworld but there's a place of nothing but fire and brimstone… you can bring it there!" It giggled as it talked in a sing-song voice.

"I know where to take it," Harry said. Can you do it?

"With my full power, of course! In my current state… I still need rest,"

Harry sighed, "Well, we had a way… but the Incubus is too tired, he doesn't have his full strength."

"So what are we going to do?" Blaise asked. Harry frowned as he stared at the package.

"We can… I don't know, just throw it away somewhere," he sighed. "Off a cliff, leave it in the Room of Requirement… actually yeah, that'll work," he nodded. He looked up at Draco and smiled softly, "Dray," he said, "can you be a dear? Hide the package and bring it to Room of Requirement."

"How?" Draco asked, "Filch is checking everyone for Dark Objects."

"There's a passage way under Honeydukes," Harry said. "I'll show you when we leave, the place is crowded so it should be easy to slip in the back."

"Excellent," Blaise smiled. "We'll all go, it's too cold here anyway." All in agreement, the three paid for their drinks and went outside one last time, hunched over against the bitter wind as they made their way to the boarded up Honeydukes, and the hidden passage laying beneath.

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Tonks felt worried for Harry. She never saw the boy so angry, so vicious that it looked, for a moment, that he was not the same. This brought her to see Headmaster Dumbledore, who recently returned from a trip the Order knew little of. "Tonks," he smiled happily, "it is good to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Rough, but the days go on," Tonks sighed.

Dumbledore nodded knowingly, "Yes… Sirius's death has affected us all. You and Harry most of all."

Tonks frowned, and nodded. "Sir, it's about Harry, I think something's happen to him."

"Oh? Like what?" Dumbledore asked, motioning Tonks to have a seat. Tonks sat down and began to describe what she saw. "I was patrolling Hogsmeade as usual for the Ministry, nothing to report on that front by the way, when I heard shouting. I ran and saw Harry confronting Mundungus. Only Harry looked… weird."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore interrupted.

"Well his fingers were weird to begin with," Tonks began, wiggling her own fingers as they became sharper and sharper, "Like a cat's paw or bear's claw, he was angry, very angry. I've never actually seen him that angry before, Professor, and his eyes were red for some reason! Do you think that perhaps this might be a side effect of what happened last year?" she asked with concern.

"You are referring to when Lord Voldemort possessed Harry momentarily at the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah," Tonks nodded.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, and examined his blackened, charred hand. "No, it is not," he said. "You were not there during the summer, but something happened with the dear boy on his birthday—"

"Is he alright?" Tonks interrupted.

"Relax, he is fine," Dumbledore said, moving his healthy hand in a calming manner. "He came into an inheritance, a surprising inheritance. It appears that Creature blood has been in the Potter line for some time, and it has chosen to manifest in Harry on his birthday… in the form of the dark creature Incubus."

Tonks gasped, her hands shifting back to normal as she covered her mouth, "But Professor, those things are rare—and, and dangerous! Are you sure Harry is alright?"

"He is perfectly safe, do not worry," Dumbledore said. "I have placed safeguards against the Incubus inside of him. However, it seems that it can still come out in times of great emotions, such as anger. Tonks, do you remember what caused Harry's anger? What was it that Mundungus was doing?"

"He was stealing Sirius's stuff," Tonks frowned.

"I see… well, thank you for bringing this to my attention Tonks," Dumbledore smiled, "I will keep a close eye on him to make sure that he is safe… as well as have a word with Mr. Mundungus and see about returning Sirius's stolen possessions."

"Thank you, Professor," Tonks said. "I should get going now, Kingsley wants me to report to him after I visit you." They both stood up and Tonks shook Dumbledore's hand.

"Of course, and please give him my concern," Dumbledore smiled. He watched Tonks left and sat down, a worried furrow burrowing on his face as his thoughts and concerned turned to Harry, and what that Incubus inside of him could be scheming…

.

Ron felt rather lucky. True, he could be with Hermione back at Hogwarts working on homework for Snape that neither he nor Harry started yet, but it was Hogsmeade weekend. There was plenty of time to do his homework later! Besides, today was a rare opportunity for him to wear his leather jacket, underneath his robes of course. But just having it on, it made Ron swell with a confidence that he never had before. Yes it was freezing, and the rain and wind made his face numb, but at least he felt sexy… even dominant under his robes. Walking into Honeydukes, Ron welcomed the warmth as he looked around for a familiar face to talk to. He quickly found Seamus and Dean in the corner of the packed shop and made his way towards them, picking up a random piece of candy as he does. He glanced at it, chuckling at what he saw he picked up, and held it up to the two as he said, "Rainbow Twist?" holding up a large thick twisted rainbow.

"Hey Ron, strange to see you without Harry," Seamus smiled, taking the offered candy.

"He's on a date," Ron shrugged.

"Really? Who's the lucky person?" Dean asked.

"Blaise Zabini," Ron shrugged.

"No, Harry's dating a Slytherin?" Dean gasped, looking scandalous, Seamus gasped around his Rainbow Twist. Ron nodded. He took the Rainbow twist from Seamus's mouth and, with keeping eye contact with both of them, gave the twist a long lick before sticking it in and out of his mouth a couple times, pulling it out then putting it back into Seamus's mouth as the Irish boy blushed. "It doesn't matter," Ron said. "Zabini's an alright bloke. He takes care of Harry so he can't be all bad. Besides boys, look at what he got me."

He took the edges of his robes and opened them, revealing his leather jacket underneath. "Wicked…" Dean breathed. Ron winked as he closed his robes. "You into leather all of a sudden Ron?"

"Yeah, almost as I'm into sexy boys like you two," Ron purred. Dean and Seamus's eyes widened and their cheeks reddened.

"Ron—"

"Come on," Ron smirked. "Why don't we take this to the Three Broomsticks boys? I'll let you touch my leather." He got between them and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Seamus blushed but smiled around his Rainbow Twist while Dean looked a little conflicted.

"Come on Dean, it'll be fun," Seamus said.

"Yeah Dean, listen to Shay, he's a good boy, aren't you?" Ron smirked. Both boys blushed and smiled again. Thanks for the lessons, Zabini, Ron thought to himself. He escorted the two boys back the way he walked, his arms sliding down to wrap around their waists. As they walked by, Ron swiped another Rainbow Twist and gave it to Dean. "Start sucking," he ordered, and smiled in satisfaction when he saw the dark-skinned Gryffindor licking the candy automatically.

"Boys," he sighed. "I think this is the start of something beautiful."

When they reached the Three Broomsticks, the two boys were still sucking on their Rainbow Twists while Ron escorted them to the back of the busy pub. Winking at them, he left them in a booth while he went to get three butterbeers for them. He returned and sat between them, shedding off his robes to reveal his leather jacket. Underneath it was a plain shirt. Ron moved his arms around Dean and Seamus, drawing them in closer as he said, "Touch all you want boys, I was going to wear nothing under the jacket but then I decided that good boys needs to earn feeling that."

"Damn Weasley… I like this version of you," Seamus smiled as he dragged his fingers across the jacket, "what happened?"

"Let's say I came into an inheritance of myself," Ron smirked. "Touch all you want boys, it's private back here." Seamus smirked and continued to drag his fingers across. "Come on Dean, it feels so good," he said.

Dean looked between the two and reached out for Ron's jacket. "How did you figure out?" he asked. "That both Shay and I—"

"Like boys?" Ron asked. "Because our whole year does. I think we're all gay," he chuckled. "Or can be convinced… Neville's the only one who likes girls, but I caught him on his knees last week. Blowing a random Hufflepuff."

"Damn, didn't know that he had it in him," Seamus said, his hands moving into the jacket and began rubbing Ron's chest. "Sounds like we're the only vanilla boys, huh Dean?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, don't have to be that way," Ron shrugged. "I have an offer for you two."

"Really?" Seamus asked, his hand stopping right above Ron's nipple. "And what is it?" Ron looked between the two and chuckled when he saw their excited, curious looks. "Well boys, Harry's making his own little group with the Slytherins, having their own fun and love and whatnot… so I decided why not make a harem of my own? Could be just for fun, could move into something more, but with my leather and my skills, I think I can make something that no Weasley can make."

"A harem?" Dean repeated. He thought about it, and looked up at Ron, "Seems fun. But I get to fuck too, not just get fucked."

"So you're both in?" Ron smirked.

"Why not?" Dean shrugged.

"Yes! Yes!" Seamus nodded eagerly. "I'm in!"

Ron chuckled. His hands moved to under the table and into the boys' robes, feeling up their growing erections before slipping into their pants to feel the hot flesh. "Good," he purred, giving the cocks a slow jerk. "Then better be good boys for your Daddy."

He squeezed the cocks and Dean had to cover his mouth to hide a moan as Seamus smiled, too eager to submit, "Yes Daddy!" he said. Good boy, Shay. And you Dean?"

"Yes Ron—I mean Daddy," Dean moaned as Ron squeezed his cock again. Ron smiled in satisfaction and withdrew his hands. He looked around to make sure the coast is clear and said, "Good. Shay, be a good boy and suck our cocks then. Dean's first then Daddy's." Seamus looked alarm and he began looking around. "Relax, just listen to Daddy and do as he says," Ron purred. "I'll stop you long before someone gets here.

Still looking a little apprehensive, but incredibly horny, Seamus leaned over, his stomach pressing against Ron's lap, as he started grabbing for Dean's cock. Ron moved his robes to cover Shay from view, and took two butterbeers, opening them calmly as Dean bit his lower lip to keep from reacting to Shay's inexperienced sucks and gags. Ron handed Dean one butterbeer and raised his own, "To the Gryffindor Harem," he said.

"To the Gryffindor Harem," Dean moaned lightly. They toasted their glasses and took a drink. Getting in the mood of the sexual act, Dean reached over and spanked Seamus's ass, causing the hidden boy to moan around his cock. "Good work Shay," Ron chuckled, slapping Seamus's ass as well. He relaxed and closed his eyes, his cock twitching as his daydreamed of the Gryffindor common room, full of sexy boys younger and older than him, all naked and collared, and all wanting to serve their Daddy.

"To the Gryffindor Harem…"

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Lord Voldemort was alone, if you do not count the snake who always accompanied him. Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake (and only a snake) slithered and hissed around the man, hungry for her next victim. The Dark Lord was sitting in his chair, in front of him was a grand mirror floating in the air, catching the firelight from a nearby fireplace. He was staring deeply into the mirror, but the mirror did not stare back. Instead it showed a moving picture, happening in real time, of the Dark Lord's sworn enemy, Harry Potter. Something about the boy caught his interest.

For some reason, Harry Potter had red eyes. And he was with his newest follower, and Zabini. That was not the strangest thing about Harry Potter. His hands were clawed, his head had subtle horns… and yet he could feel nothing between the link between them. He focused on that link which he only recently discovered and blocked, and tried to open it again, only to find interestingly that he cannot. Intrigued, he continued to watch the mirror. The three were in that pub in Hogsmeade, Voldemort did not care for the name, as he focused on the actions. Harry Potter reached out and the Malfoy brat extended his arm, revealing the Dark Mark on his inner forearm. The two talked and Lord Voldemort watched as Harry Potter took his hand and, wiping it across Malfoy's forearm, made the mark disappear. His eyes opened slightly in a curious shock, the mark looked as though it was completely removed, leaving the Malfoy brat's skin scarless. The mark reappeared a few seconds later, however it wasn't as though a glamour was taken it, it looked as though it grew back on the brat's skin, as though it had to remember that it did exist. Voldemort was satisfied to see the Mark still on the Malfoy brat, yet a slither of doubt of betrayal wormed its way into the heartless man as the three continued to talk.

He stared more and more at Potter with his red eyes, his own red eyes glowering. Potter sat back, looking satisfied, as his eyes shifted back to that loathsome green. Trying to think of a reason for Potter's change, a report from Severus floated slowly back to the forefront of his mind. That during the summer, Potter underwent a change, a change that all the staff of Hogwarts knew about. Could this change be a Creature Inheritance?

He snapped his fingers.

The door to his study opened timidly as a mousy man walked in, squat and skittish-looking. "Yes, My Lord?" Wormtail asked in a scared tone, "You need me?"

"I do. Fetch me all books regarding Creature Inheritances," Voldemort ordered.

"My Lord may I—"

"No. Do it."

"Yes my Lord!" Wormtail ducked, and he ran out of the room. Voldemort turned back to the mirror and continued to observe Potter. The brat has just stolen a package from a student when Wormtail returned, carrying a stack of books. "Leave them," Voldemort said dismissingly. Wormtail left them on a nearby desk and ran away.

With a wave of his hand, the mirror shattered into shards that tucked themselves into a nearby box. The Dark Lord stood up and walked over to his desk piled with books, an annoyed feature on his serpent-like face. If that boy became naturally what he took years to become… He shifted through the books until he found the one he needed and began to read.

It was all there, the descriptions, the mannerisms, the way the boy smirked a certain way. The Dark Lord could have practically felt the demonic aura coming from the Potter boy when he watched him. Anger rose inside, which lead way to fury and pure malice. Raising a hand, he slammed it down into a fist in pure rage, "Wormtail!" he roared.

Wormtail came running in, looked pale-faced and faint. "Y-Yes my Lord?" he stuttered, cowering in fear s the Dark Lord rose to his full length in front of him.

"I want that Potter boy here! Alive!" Voldemort yelled.

"My Lord! That would be difficult—"

"I do not care just get it done or else I'll cut off the other hand!" Voldemort yelled, showing emotions for a rare moment. Wormtail screamed and ran away, the door slamming behind him. Alone, Voldemort knocked over the pile of books in rage, roaring to no one in particular as he screamed, "That Potter boy is a demon!"

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