Note: I do not own Harry potter, or any of the characters.
Added note: I am incredibly sorry for it being so very long since updates, but I've just now rewritten this story so it doesn't become some poor romancy lovey dovey story. I'll try to update regularly, but I can't guarantee that. BTW, the succubi in my story are based on the Dungeons and Dragons Succubi, with my own personal changes.
The wizard wrings his hands, obviously nervous. Harry sighs as he places one of Sirius' arms around his shoulders to support him, the older man half conscious.
"Oh for Merlin's sake man. Just send a patronus to the minister than." He says. The wizard starts before summoning a patronus, shaped like a silvery squirrel, which quickly disappears.
By the time they reached the atrium, Rufus Scrimgeour along with a dozen Aurors were waiting.
"Mr Potter, if you will accompany me please. We have much to discuss." Scrimgeour says.
"Only if you dismiss the Aurors Minister. They aren't needed. Your predecessor cleared Sirius Black and what threat could a simple 27 year-old pose to the Minster of Magic?" Harry says. Scrimgeour glowers but nods and the Aurors leave, many looking edgy about the fact that a wanted criminal and half demon were free to speak to the Minister without the man being protected.
Scrimgeour leads them down a corridor and into his office, gesturing for the two to take a seat. Sirius practically collapses into the thick armchair, but Harry remains standing beside it, watching Scrimgeour closely.
"What is it you require Minister?" He asks, tone barely formal.
"I require the knowledge of what happened in the Abyssal plane Mr. Potter. The last person to travel to and from the Abyss is unfortunately missing." He says. Harry raises an eyebrow,
"Missing? But surely what I can tell you can hardly be any different from what your last informant has already said? That the place is something like the stereotypical hell, where powerful demons rule and any human foolish enough to get trapped there never dies, but is constantly tortured?" He asks. The Minister winces.
"The last known successful travel to that particular plane was almost two hundred years ago. You can understand that information can grow stale."
"Of course Minister. But I don't see why I should share valuable information to a Ministry who is more concerned with protecting it's own image than the people it is supposed to be protecting." Scrimgeour bristles at Harry's words, standing harshly.
"Mr. Potter, I see it is necessary to remind you that should you refuse to assist the ministry, than I will order your arrest. You are of age now, so you can be sent to Azkaban." Scrimgeour smirks slightly, clearly thinking he had Harry at his mercy.
"Ah Minister. You threaten me with Azkaban, the wizard prison? When clearly it is obvious I am not purely human, so not purely wizard." Harry says with a slight laugh, letting his wings unfurl. Sirius issues a gasp, shrinking back from Harry.
"N-No! It's a trick. Another trick." He says, flinging his arms over his head, rocking slightly. Both Harry and Scrimgeour look at Sirius, startled, obviously forgetting he was there.
"Leave us Minister… NOW!" Harry says, snapping at Scrimgeour, who hesitates before leaving the office as Harry crouches beside Sirius.
"Sirius. What's wrong?" He asks gently.
"Like you don't know. You are just tricking me again. But you won't force me again. Looking like that won't work." Sirius says, glaring. Harry's stunned before realising what Sirius is talking about.
"Sirius… Padfoot, it's me. I'm a succubus, that's true, but I'm still Harry. You're out of the Abyss. Come on. Why would a Succubus look like me?" Harry says. Sirius looks up at him, uncertainty in his eyes.
"You really are Harry? I'm not trapped still?" he asks, voice soft and hesitant.
"Of course I'm Harry. And as soon as we can get out of this place, I'll take you home, back to Grimmauld Place. Just think about the expression on Remus' face when he sees you're alive and well." That makes Sirius smile.
"He'll never believe it…" He says, before laughing, hugging Harry, "But don't tell him what it was like. Please don't."
"I promise." Harry says as Scrimgeour returns.
"Potter, if you classify yourself as not wizard enough to be able to be sentenced to Azkaban, then you are not wizard enough to return to Hogwarts."
"You should think carefully before trying to interfere with Hogwarts again Minister. After all, last time it didn't work out so well for the Ministry." Scrimgeour looks ready to argue, but Harry just sighs.
"I'm not going to argue with you anymore Rufus. I'm tired, and Sirius needs to rest. When you have something useful to say, by all means owl me. But I don't want anymore useless arguments about allegiances and technicalities." Harry says. Helping Sirius up, he leaves the room, sliding past the Minister who stares after them, a mixture of shock and anger in his face.
Exiting out into the street, both Harry and Sirius shiver in the cold air. Time had passed faster than Harry had thought, it now well past sundown.
"Sirius, I don't really feel like apparating. If you can, could you shift to Padfoot? It's about time you had a little fun." Sirius looks curious before shifting into the large, but terribly skinny, black dog. Harry picks him up carefully before jumping, wings snapping open and lifting them up into the air with a jolt. Sirius gives a yelp of surprise, burying his head into Harry's chest as they gain height.
You can look Sirius. We're safely up high." Sirius looks around and down before suddenly barking happily, twisting to lick Harry's face. Harry laughs.
"You'll have to stop that. I can't fly too steadily if you're wriggling about." Sirius stills, his head twisting around constantly to look at everything they fly over.
It was an hour or so before they reached Grimmauld place, and Harry's back and wings were aching when they land. Sirius barks happily as he jumps from Harry's arms.
"Shh. Let's surprise them." Harry says. Sirius nods, panting with excitement as Harry opens the door.
"Harry dear? Thank Merlin you're back. We were getting worried." Molly says from the kitchen as everyone crowds out of the room into the hallway.
"Yeah Mrs Weasley, I'm alright. Sorry I was gone so long. But I brought a friend." Sirius barks happily when Remus comes out of the kitchen before charging straight for the werewolf.
"Siri-OOF!" Remus starts before the large dog suddenly knocks him down. Landing on his back, he looks up into the smiling face of his old friend as Sirius shifts back into his human form, straddling Remus' stomach.
"Hi Moony. Been keeping out of trouble?" Sirius asks. Remus' response is to smack Sirius' arm lightly before pulling him down into a hug.
"You idiot dog. You beautiful idiot of a dog."