Harry awoke to a white ceiling. It took him awhile to realize where he was, before he could fully clear his head, Ginny was shouting at him, as usual.

"Damn stupid thing to do! Trying to stop those robbers!" Harry focused his eyes, taking in the room for the first time. He was in the hospital, his sides hurt, probably covered in stiches.

"What happened?" he asked, He had a pretty good idea, but he just loved hearing Ginny talk so he figured he'd ask anyway.

"You were shot you idiot! That's what happened. What were you thinking? Trying to stop those men. What were you going to do? Stupify them?

"I don't know, they seemed pretty stupid already."

"I don't want to hear it Harry! You put your family at risk just to relive the glory days! If the police hadn't shown up, you'd be dead and those men would have gotten away with our stuff." Harry lay in the hospital bed, defenceless against Ginny's barrage. He figured some more concern would be in order seeing as how he was almost killed. It sounded more like Ginny was just pissed at him for trying to be a man and protect his home.

After a few more minutes of Ginny bitching at him, she finally left, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. He looked out his window. It was daylight now. He realized he'd be missing work. He doubted his boss would excuse him for being in the hospital. This meant he'd probably be fired. "Oh great," he thought, "Just something else I have to worry about."

As Harry lay there, with only his thoughts to comfort him, he wondered seriously if he'd made the right choice. Sure, everything started out fine enough. Harry loved Ginny and she loved him. But as time passed, things started to change. It was almost as if Ginny hated the past and wanted nothing more but for Harry to forget it ever happened. This was something Harry couldn't do.

"Maybe I should just run away," thought Harry, "Nobody would miss me." He never seriously considered abandoning his family, but here, laying in the hospital bed with his sides stitched up, he thought nothing else would give him more pleasure.

Over the next few days Harry waited patently for his wounds to heal. Ginny never once came to visit. This only further reinstated his decision to leave everything behind. He was just about to doze off for the night when a nurse entered.

"How are we doing today Mr Potter," said the nurse.

"Same as usual," he said. The nurse smiled. Harry hadn't seen her before. He'd remember a woman as beautiful as her. She was tall with shoulder length black hair. She had violet-coloured eyes and, what Harry noticed the most, very, and I do mean VERY ample breasts.

"That bad huh?" Harry was under the impression she was trying to flirt with him, but his mind was too busy thinking about running away from his family to think about cheating on his wife.

"At least these stiches will soon come out," said Harry. The nurse smiled.

"Then you can return to your loving family." They both laughed, knowing that Harry's wife didn't give a damn about him. If she did, she'd visited him more than once. Despite feeling neglecting from his wife, Harry couldn't bring himself to cheat on her. Besides, this might all be in his mind and the nurse was just being friendly.

"Let me see how your side looks," said the nurse, she leaned over to examine him. Harry noticed that her top was unbuttoned at the top button, which was very irregularly. She looked at Harry and smiled as she felt around his side. Well, there was no doubt in his mind now. The nurse wanted him, but Harry didn't want her. At least, not in the way most men did.

"It's a pity my wife hasn't visited me more. She would have loved to meet you," said Harry, trying to give a hint to the nurse that he wasn't interested. The nurse seemed to pick up on it as her smile quickly faded.

"Everything seems to be in order. You'll have those stiches removed by tomorrow morning." She said. Harry was about to think her when he heard gunshots in the hallway.

"The hell?" asked Harry. Suddenly, a man burst into the room holding a gun. He pointed it right at Harry's face.

"Try and make a joke out of me in my own dojo will you!? I'll kill you you bastard!" It was the karate coach. Only a man as ignorant and fat as him would have the indecency to shoot up a hospital. To Harry's surprise, the nruse wasn't screaming n terror. Instead, she walked right up to the man, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Mmm, you're a very good looking guy. Mind if I give you a kiss before you shoot him?" asked the nurse. Harry noticed her voice becme deep and sultry as she spoke. Obviously, the man didn't refuse after glancing at her tits. The nurse brought his lips to hers and kiss him. At first, the man seemed to enjoy it, but then something very strange happened. His eyes widened and he tried to pull away. He moaned, but not from pleasure, but from pain. His moans turned into shouts as the nurse wrapped her arms around the man, kissing him more. Harry saw the man's face turn red as he tried desperately to push himself away. Harry was surprised he wasn't able to.

The nurse let go and breathed in fresh air. The man fell to the floor, dead. Harry looked at the nurse, trying to find the right words to say. The nurse didn't say anything. She pulled off her nurses uniform and stood before him, naked. Large bat-like wings shot out form her back as her nails grew longer, almost like claws. There was also a tail that sprang from the base of her spine. Despite these added features, the woman only looked more desirable.

"Oh… you're a succubus, aren't you." Said Harry.

"Yeah…" said the woman. More gun-shots were heard in the hallway. "We should probably get out of here," she said as she took harry by the hand. She opened the window and dlew out into the night.

"Well, now I'm glad I didn't cheat on my wife," thought Harry as he and the succubus soared through Downtown Manhattan.

TO BE CONTINUED!