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Harry appears in the Foyer of the Ministry of Magic, the golden fountain sparkling merrily.
After registering his wand, he heads towards one of the lifts joining the dozen witches/wizards/memo's already there, tucking his wings in close to his body, just daring anyone to try and tug one.
As the lift reaches the desired floor, Harry steps out quickly, feeling a hand caress his backside lightly. Turning quickly, a middle-aged brunette wizard winks at him as the doors closed.
Frowning, Harry knocks on a door and enters only to be practically tackled by a pair of wizards who guide him to stand on an ankle-high plinth, whilst themselves and a witch circle him, examining.
"Could you open your wings please Mr Potter." One of the wizards-a blonde blue-eyed man in his late twenties- asks. Harry obeys nervously, unable to speak as the witch was at the moment examining his teeth with her wand. He would have bitten down if it had been her fingers, but he didn't want to find out what would happen if he bit a wand.
The examination continued for what seemed like a long time. After the long gruelling torture, the witch and wizards consult the many many notes they'd taken, allowing Harry to sit on the plinth. Although they were whispering, Harry heard snippets of their conversation.
"…impossible for a boy… what else could it be…but now…..dormant gene…' After this, Harry began to grow impatient then angry, fingers shifting into claws.
"Oie! You poked me without explaining, now I want to know what is so impossible." He says. The trio look up at him….no stare at him… until the witch beams triumphantly at them.
"See?! What else could it be?" She asks her colleagues, pointing at Harry, withdrawing her fingers quickly when Harry snaps at them.
"Alright Mr Potter, what we've learned is that your not completely human-" One wizard begins, cut off when Harry laughs
"No crap Sherlock. I haven't seen anyone, muggle or wizard, wandering around with Merlin cursed wings and fanged teeth." He says. The wizard clears his throat.
"That's my point. No 'wizard'. These changes are rare, and when they have surfaced in the past, it's always been in women. Males only carry the dormant gene, if at all. And seeing as your mother Lilly didn't change like this, it would mean your father was a dormant carrier. But for the gene to surface in you… well, it's impossible as we said." The wizard finishes.
"What gene is it exactly?" Harry asks suspiciously.
"It's a form of demon, a purely female demon as a matter of fact, never seen in males, so you can understand our reactions-"
"WHAT DEMON!" Harry asks. Loudly. The three ministry officials step back, paling. Harry couldn't see what they were afraid of. He couldn't see that his eyes had become almost pure silver. The wizard gulps, mumbling something. Harry raises an eyebrow before lunging forward, grabbing the wizard by his throat and raising him up off the ground. The wizard looks down at Harry, fear practically leaking from every pore.
"…Succubus…" The wizard manages to croak out. Harry releases him, the wizard crumpling to the floor.
"You have got to be joking." Harry says, laughing slightly. When the trio don't join in, his smile fades.
'I'm afraid not Mr Potter. The changes are nearly complete; your strength will increase a great deal, both physically and magically. Already your senses of sight touch and smell are superior to any human. You're going to be resistant to many spells, particularly fire as that is part of the succubi's home plane. Oh, and one last thing. You'll be considered irresistibly attractive to many people. Mainly to women and homosexual/bisexual men. You will not be able to control this charm, but you will be able to focus it to some extent." Harry looks shocked before smiling.
"There is only a few more small pieces of information we could gather from the last half-succubus who was born to the wizards. There is one person, no matter what their sexual preference is, who will be able to resist all your charms and see through any shrouding glamour you wear."
"And who would that be?"
"Your mate." There's a stunned silence before Harry laughs.
"This is beginning to sound like some bad Veela romance story. My mate?"
"Yes Mr Potter. You will not know who that person is until you sense their presence, usually a scent. You must show that person how you feel for them and woe them. You best pray that this person had feelings for you before your transformation, or else your going to have one hell of a job convincing them to love you."
"And I suppose that I'll die if I don't 'bond' with them?" The wizards and witch look confused.
"Of course not. You'll live, but then we don't know the entire facts about the succubi, so can't be as helpful as we wish. Though we do know that it is damned hard to kill one completely because if you are killed, Merlin forbid, you won't die completely but your soul and body will go to the Abyss or Hell. This plane of existence is called the material plane. If you die, you will have to remain in the Abyss for one hundred years unless summoned by a fairly powerful wizard or witch. The power source is the main pit-lords and demon-lords." She says.
"Also, we have a warning for you. You are stronger in every way to normal wizards and witches, and you can induce lust. Do not abuse your powers because we will find out. You now fall into the category of magical creature, though you are still also classed as a wizard. If we find you abusing your powers, we will be forced to detain you." Harry nods.
"Fabulous. That's all I need. Hogwarts is going to be a nightmare enough. Thankyou for the examinations and information, though I want it all kept out of the Daily Prophet." He says before heading towards the door to leave. As he opens it, he stops and looks back.
"One other thing. I'd like to do before leaving." He says, smile fading completely.
'And what would that be Mr Potter?"
"I demand to be allowed into the Department of Mysteries, to see where Sirius died." The wizards look ready to argue, but the witch nods.
'An Unspeakable will be waiting to escort you there." The witch says. Harry smiles to them before heading out of the office and back into the lift, first scanning for the wizard who had not so long ago fondled his buttocks. Go Monty Python!
Harry met the Unspeakable, a brunette wizard who leads Harry down through the familiar doors, entering the rotating room. As the door they entered through closes, the wizard raises his wand. With what must have been a silent spell, the doors glow a pale blue and remain stationary.
"I wish I knew that spell." Harry says cheerfully as they pass through one door.
"Only an Unspeakable is allowed to know that incantation, along with most of what happens in the department." The Unspeakable replies.
"What happens if an Unspeakable retires?"
"Then all key information and spells are wiped from their memory." The Unspeakable replies as they enter the large room where Harry, the DA and the Order had combated the Death Eaters; the room where Sirius had fallen through the veil and died.
Stepping towards the veil, he could hear the whispering again, though this time, he could also hear faint growls and cries.
"Where does the veil lead?" He asks, softly, the wizard at the door only just hearing him.
"We are unsure. When the first of our number passed through, we never heard from her again. Further research leads us to believe it leads to the Abyss plane. Since then, we've never actually had anyone return to be able to confirm it or not." The wizard replies. Harry turns to look over his shoulder at the wizard, a slight smile on his face.
"Really? It's a good thing I've just learned that I am of the Abyss Plane. Well, half of me." He says. Before the wizard has a chance to digest this, Harry's wings snap open and he leaps forward, diving through the veil, ignoring the cry of shock from the wizard. A strong wind grabbed Harry; pulling him forward, end over end into darkness, not of unconsciousness, but a void… the void between planes.