Note: I do not own Harry potter, or any of the characters.

Just reading back on my reviews, and I must say, I love you all. And just a note, Nara Midori, if you still have decided to keep reading, the part about the date in the first chapter. I'm Australian, so we write day/month/year.

Anyhow, thanks for keeping your interest and reading. Enjoy.

It took a while before everyone was settled at the table in the kitchen. With the entire Weasley clan-minus Percy of course, who still refused to speak to his parents-, Remus, Sirius, Hermione and Harry all seated, it was a fairly tight squeeze. Remus refused to release Sirius' arm, forcing the ex-criminal to be practically sitting in Remus' lap.

"Sirius mate, what happened? When you went through the Veil, we were told you were practically dead."Ron asks. Sirius stiffens, wincing at the mention of the veil.

"Well... It's..." He says.

"The Veil doesn't lead to a death, so to speak. It's more like a void. Anyone who passes through usually can't get back because they loose all feeling, all thoughts except the then and there. A century could pass in our world, and it would feel like a second to anyone in the veil. And vis versa." Harry says, cutting Sirius off. Sirius gives him a small smile, which harry returns.

"But now I'm home. And I could really use some sleep." Sirius says he gives Remus' hand a brief squeeze before sliding out of the seat and heading upstairs. Remus watches him leave before turning back to the gathering.

"Harry, maybe you should get some sleep as well. It's been a long day for you." Molly says. Harry smiles warmly, having caught sight of Ron, Fred and George opening their mouths to question him about what had happened.

"Alright. Goodnight everyone." He says, standing as well before heading upstairs. Entering his room, he closes the door behind him. Moving to the bathroom, he brushes his teeth before changing into pajamas pants, leaving his chest bare before hearing the ceiling creak.

"Three... Two... One..." One one, there were a succession of loud cracks, and immediately the three redheaded boys were standing in the room.

"How did I know you'd be coming here to harass me?" Harry says as the twins grin, slumping to sit on Harry's bed, Ron grabbing a chair, all watching Harry expectantly.

"Look out Fred. We're becoming predictable." George says, Fred beaming.

"Come on mate, spill the lentils." Ron says

"Beans."

"What?"

"It's spill the beans, not lentils." Harry says, grinning as Ron goes a little red and the twins laugh at their youngest brother's blunder.

"Alright alright, but tell. What did the ministry say?"

"Well, they're going with information thats roughly two hundred years old, but they tell me I'm a succubus." The twins gasp, and Ron frowns. Before another question is fired, there's a knock at the door. George raises his wand and opens it with a flick, revealing Hermione, who scowls slightly at the wasteful use of magic.

"Sorry, I'm sharing with Ginny and she wanted to come too, but I managed to convince her that you'd only want to speak to me and Ron first." She says. Hermione knew that Harry no longer had feelings for the female Weasley, but also knew how determined the redhead was that they should get stay together as something good like a relationship would help balance out the bads of the Voldemort ravaged world. And the fact that Ginny was still convinced that Harry truly loved her.

"Thanks 'Mione." Harry says, obviously relieved. After a moment, he leans against the door frame of his bathroom.

"Well, as I said, I've been notified that I am a succubus. We don't know how, as the succubi are strictly female. But the ministry seemed adamant that I'm succubus." Harry explains.

"Succubi are demonic temptresses with bat-like wings, fanged teeth and the ability to cast illusions into a victims mind to make them believe that the succubus is the person they most desire so that they will have intercourse. The succubi live on the Abyssal plane, and like any demon, when they are killed, they will return to the Abyss for a period of one hundred years." Hermione chips in. Harry smiles, proud that his friend knew more about the succubi than the ministry seemed to.

"I'll just have to make sure not to get killed. The Abyss isn't a fun place." Harry says. Hermione immediately looks at him suspiciously.

"How do you know that Harry?" She asks. Harry hesitates for a moment.

"Surprisingly enough, the Ministry knows some stuff. When they'd finished poking and prodding me, they explained what they knew about the succubi, and said that the Abyss is like what hell is supposed to be." he says. Hermione still watches him for a moment before nodding.

"That's about right. There's not exactly that much information about the Abyss available, as no one has escaped the Abyss in two hundred years. And no one's exactly sure what happened to that person who did escape after they notified the Ministry of the information that they now possess. That person disappeared fairly soon after. It's believed that they might have been dragged back in the Abyss" Hermione explains.

"So Harry is able to make himself the most tempting person for his victim. Excellent.." Fred says, identical mischevious grins appearing on their faces.

"Don't you two go causing trouble There's enough of it these days already." Hermione says. The twins sigh, looking like they were going to comply, and Hermione seemed satisfied, but Harry could see the still mischevious looks in their eyes, and made himself note to keep an eye out for the twins just incase.

"The ministry told me that I've got a mate. Some kind of destined lover or something." He adds. The others looks gobsmacked, even Hermione who frowns slightly.

"I don't remember ever reading about that." She says, and Harry could tell that she'd immediately read over every single word of every single book she could find until she knew whether it were true or not.

"As much as we would love to listen to you give an in-depth lecture on the Abyss, mum says that we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our books, now that you're here Harry." Fred says, stretching. Hermione glares slightly at the twins before the two boys apparate away.

"Get some sleep Harry. You could use it." Hermione says, none too gently escorting Ron out of the room. Harry smiles slightly as he heard Ron protesting up the stairs and Hermione berating him. If she'd left her two best friends alone, then they would have spent hours talking.

Entering the small en suite, Harry changes into regular pyjama pants, burshing his teeth and hair before crawling into bed, lying on his stomach so he wouldn't be trapping his wings under his body.

Closing his eyes, he quickly falls asleep, not noticing the dull glow that started to surround him.