Emporial Stripes

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Disclaimer: All rights belong to the original author of the Harry Potter series, namely J. K. Rowling. No money is being made off of this story. The only original part of this story involves characters not featured in the Harry Potter series (Magna Valeen etc) and the plots. Without J.K.R this would not be possible and I take responsibility for any and all of my own copyright and libel infringements whereby I fail to provide a suitable disclaimer or quote where it is sufficient.

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Harry didn't know what hit him, one minute he'd been soaring gracefully over the Black Forest, and the next he was gasping and struggling in the binds that bound his limbs to his body. Harry winced in discomfort and was sure he resembled something like a worm wriggling to free himself desperately.
There was a few moments of silent torture before Harry heard the loud thumps of fast approaching feet coming his way. Likely the very feet that had disturbed his Midnight flight.

Harry watched with wide eyes as two pairs of black cloaked individuals wove out from between the thin trunks of the silver birch trees that made up the forests.
The figures surrounded him, three giving him a wide berth. Harry recognized the Black robes with silver trimmings and the white masks of the Death Eaters. He could hardly believe his eyes.
He had managed to avoid them for most of his life.
Magna had told him they were rumored to be active tonight but never in a million years had he expected to find them around his roosting grounds!

Harry's thoughts stilled as one of the men removed his mask and dropped to knees to closer examine his prize.
“Well?” One of his Blonde captors questioned impatiently. “Severus?”.

The man 'Severus' ran a hand across Harry's wings and parted the feathers ever so carefully, Dark eyes examined meticulously before he issued a sigh and sat back on his feet.

“He's young, too young. His wings haven't even begun to blacken yet”.

A loud groan echoed around them. The man, 'Severus' stroked his tangled fringe.

“It's ok boy, we're not interested in fledglings...” the soft voice faltered and the stoic expression on the mans face cracked as his eyes glazed over. His eyes rested on Harry's forehead. 'Severus' lips moved and Harry winced as he whispered quietly to himself in awe.

“What?” The tall impatient Blonde pressed stepping closer over 'Severus' shoulder “What did you say? What is that marking?”.

'Severus' looked up at his Aristocrat friend and smirked. “That my friend is the mark of a Royal Incubus”. The Blonde's eyes widened and his eyes seemed to really take Harry in. His eyes seemed to be locked on Harry's lightning shaped scar as if he could read the answer there. The two men behind them seemed less interested in what was happening.

“A royal? Are you sure Sev?” he asked his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

'Severus' nodded absently and his eyes roamed over Harry forms quickly. “Are you hurt?” The voice was soft and coaxed Harry to answer.

He shook his head and forgetting himself he spoke. “Broken wing I think”.

The mans eyes flared to attention and Harry shut his mouth with a snap, realizing all too late his Faux Pas.
The Black eyes glittered with barely concealed delight, and the greedy glint left no doubt in Harry's mind, that this 'Severus' Character knew the significance if his being able to speak Wizard speech.
Magna was not going to be pleased. Having a Royal Incubus sold on the Slave market was an insult in itself, but to have the future king sold would be an utter disgrace. If the Death Eaters discovered his identity his kind would have an even harder time trying to bargain for his release.
If they did try to sell him however he would have no choice to reveal himself. After all, Harry couldn't run the risk of releasing the binds on his Incubus thrall. The one to release it and claim him would inherit his power in the clan. Harry shivered at the thought of what that could mean.

“So which one is he?” The Blonde Death Eater asked. 'Severus' seemed to think upon the question for long moments before he tilted his head to the side and answered.

“Given his age, I'm not entirely sure. There are currently five clans and five Royal families. Each clan has a distinct mark to indicate which Royal belong to which clan but I'm not familiar with them”.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed tiredly. He could feel the sedative magic in the binds working to keep him calm and docile.

“Lucius we should bring him back to Riddle Manor, I'll need to seek the Dark Lord's expertise on this”. The Blonde nodded and bent down to pick up the now rather limp beauty in his arms.

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Harry tried his best not to full out panic. He was currently locked in a Library room with his Blonde captor 'Lucius' keeping close watch over him. Harry hadn't been released from his binds but the calming magic had long since worn off. Harry hadn't spoken since the forests despite 'Lucius' many attempts to make him.
The sound of a key fiddling in a lock was the only warning they had before the door opened and 'Severus' walked in, closely followed by another, tall, dark haired, crimson eyed man in black.

Harry was not as ignorant as these men would have him believe, he knew exactly to whom 'Severus' had been referring when he mentioned the 'Dark Lord'. Harry tensed as the men made their way towards him.
The man with bright crimson eyes gazed him over appreciatively as 'Severus' bent down to Harry and leaned over to brush away his fringe. Instantly Harry turned his head away in refusal.

A dark chuckled resounded around them and the red eyed man spoke. “I think you've made a friend Severus” the voice was littered with amusement and sent shivers down Harry's spine. “Move aside, you are too rough to deal with such a delicate creature”.

'Severus' raised a speculative eyebrow at Lucius who met his eyes in silent understanding. It was unlike the Dark Lord to an interest in one of their captives. His robes rustled as he stood away to allow the Dark Lord access to Harry.
The Handsome yet cold man leaned down beside Harry and green and red gazes locked.

“You do not have anything to fear from me boy. Not all creatures can make such a boast” his hand raised over Harry forehead. “I only want to see”.

His cool fingers brushed the hair from Harrys forehead and Harry closed his eyes at the feel of them. When he reopened them Harry saw a thinking look settle over the wizards features before it was slowly replaced with a growing smirk.

“Severus, send him to my chambers, I'll be keeping this one for myself”. Harry sighed and shook his head in disbelief wondering how he got himself into these situations. The Dark Lords eyes widened slightly. “Can you understand me?”. Harry inwardly smacked himself. Well, in for a penny in for a pound he thought bitterly.

“My Lord” 'Severus' stepped forward again. “My Lord, he can speak English. He spoke in the forest”. The Dark Lord chuckled.

“Is that so?” Harry winced at the tone of voice. The hand that previously had been stroking his fringe lowered to the spot under his chin and a finger pressed up into the soft flesh. Harry's eyes became instantly lidded and Voldemort grinned. “So ripe for the plucking...Harry”.

Harry wanted to bite the finger, tremble, scream, call out to magna to save him, but he did none of these things. When Harry was eleven one of his parents Servants had pulled him from his play into a broom closet and tried to claim his position. By the time they had been found his natures thrall had luckily only partially been released. By his fourteenth birthday two more had tried to take him and so the King and Queen had sent him to live Magna to learn to control his thrall and up until that moment the Dark Lord had pressed a finger in on the skin under his chin he'd held that control.

“Harry? As in Harry Potter my Lord?” came 'Severus' whispered voice.

The Dark Lord nodded, “I believe so yes”. The Dark Lord's finger pressed in deeper tot he Incubus sensitive chin and Harry whimpered. He felt his control slipping and panicked.

“M-Ma-Magna” He gasped out breathlessly. The Dark Lord's eyebrows twitched upwards in surprise.

“Magna Valeen? No doubt he is the one you were entrusted to?” Harry didn't give an inch and the Dark Lord nodded to himself as his eyes roamed over the Incubus beauty before him. “He's clearly been neglecting his duty Harry. You should never have been let out, let alone without protection”. The fingers finally let up and as he came to his senses again, Harry tried to glare at the man above him.

“Tom Riddle” he acknowledged a little breathless still. The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed as he gazed up at his two Death Eaters thoughtfully.

“It would serve my purpose to claim to Incubus numbers” he whispered almost to himself but everyone in the room could hear him clearly. He gazed back down at Harry before he stood up to look down at him frowning. “I don't rape the young, but I will release your thrall”.

Harry swallowed nosily. “You intend to make an example of me then? Send a message to my people?”.
“Smart boy Harry Potter, that is exactly what I intend to do”. Voldemort grinned.

“Excuse me my Lord, but just who is Harry Potter?” Voldemort chuckled as he heard Severus hastily explain and an appreciative whistle sounded behind them. A very Un-Malfoy like gesture.
Harry paid no heed to the exchange before him his mind was reeling to fit of the pieces of the puzzle into place.

“If you intend to release my thrall” he wondered aloud, catching the attention of the people in his company once more. “The you intend to starve me?” Harry asked dreading the answer. After his thrall had been released when he went to stay with Magna he had to go through a starving. Harry never wanted to experience such a thing again.

To Harry's relief the Dark Lord shook his head smiling slightly. “Mere fleeting affections such be enough to sustain you once your thrall has been induced”. Harry almost blushed at that.

Voldemort almost moaned at the tinge of rouge on the beauties cheeks. Vaguely Voldemort wondered how amusing it was for an Incubus to blush. “Eventually you will need proper feed of course, but hopefully by then your parents will have pledged themselves and the clans to my cause”.

“And if they don't?” Harry questioned. Voldemort lips thinned and his blazing eyes roamed over the figure under him. Harry felt a shiver run up his spine.

“Then they will force my hand”. Came the quiet reply.

Harry worried his bottom lip with his teeth but stopped seeing the Dark Lord's gaze settle on the action. Harry ignored the heat in his cheeks and spoke his mind.

“You will need to keep my isolated once you induce my thrall, otherwise one of your Death Eaters may beat you to the chase”. At this the Dark Lord chuckled lowly. His gaze settled on Harry's in mock concern.

“Don't think I intend to hand you back when they agree young Harry. I have every intention of getting myself an heir out of that pretty little body one of these days”.

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It was now or never. Harry opened his wings with a snapping sound and began to beat his powerful wings with purpose.
Lucius gasped and gripped his charges ankle chain tighter as Harry took off. The two were caught in a tug of war. Lucius made a disbelieving noise as his feet began to slide along the front lawns grass and Harry pulled him along in the direction of the manors surrounding forest. The Blonde Death Eater cried out as his feet left the ground, gazing back at the fast disappearing Manors and the even faster approaching boundary wall around the property.

“Stupefy!”

Harry froze in mid flight, his body went rigid and he dropped from the air and hit the ground rolling. Lucius took only a moment to collect himself from the muddy earth as raced to the Incubus side. He reached Harry and rolled him over.
He was met by a mud caked face and green eyes bulging with shock and pain. Lucius gave a sigh of relief.

He waved a finger at the raven haired beauty before him.

“Now Harry, You gave me a fright that time” His gaze lifted and the Blonde took note of where Harry had dragged them in his escape attempt. They were just outside of the Northern Quarter of the manors grounds, they had crossed the wards.

Harry panted before Lucius took his chin in a firm grasp. Harry's eyes lidded and the Blonde stilled. Harry looked on with growing dread as the blue eyes slowly filled with black.
By the time Severus had caught up with them, spurred on by the tripped wards, Lucius had already stripped the Incubus and was getting ready to finish his work.

“LUCIUS NO!”

Severus raised his wand and sent the Blonde crashing backwards into a particularly thick black trunk. Severus turned his down at Harry. His eyes were filled with a mix of fright, pain and blackened lust. Severus eyes were raking down the curves of the boys delicate physique and it was only when the dark voice sounded behind him, that he tore his eyes away from Harry.

The Dark Lord stepped up and examined the scene. His eyes blazed red and turned to Severus.

“I said, explain”.

“M-My Lord, Lucius got caught in the boys thrall”. He stammered and indicated the now unconscious Blonde at the foot of the fret a few meters back. Voldemort leaned down next to Harry and he conjured a blanket and after carefully wrapping the boys wings around his chest, tucked it around the naked form.

Harry whimpered, whether it was in fright, pain or lust the Dark Lord didn't know. The cold red eyes found their way to Lucius and he frowned. Lucius was slumped against a tree, a thin trickle of blood inching it's way down through the long Blonde strands.

“I won't punish him further, just get him back to the castle” he spat before scooping Harry up in his arms and turning to glare at the potions master.
Severus nodded in understanding and winced at the sudden pop of apparation before turning to the unconscious Blonde.

A loud pop sounded and Harry felt himself get lowered to the mattress of a bed. Harry panted for breath, his lungs burned as they screamed for Oxygen even though filled the max. Harry greedily gulped down breaths of air as his glazed over eyes fixed now upon the crimson gaze over him.

“Wh-What's hap-”

“What's happening to you?” The Dark Lord supplied. Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Lucius took his little game too far. You are currently being smothered by your own thrall, and will remain so until you are claimed. It would kinder to do that now but I can think of something more effective for my plans”.

He grasped a hold of the woolly blanket and whipped it off the Incubus. He then peeled Harry wings from around his body and spread them out before standing to examine the fine specimen before him.
A violent shiver ran over Harry's body suddenly increasing his need to for air even more. Fingers ghost over his hips and down his thighs. When the Dark Lord spoke it was husky and quiet.

“Lucky for you there is a middle ground we can reach. If I mark you as my intended then I can avoid claiming you formally. But you must ask me for it”. The Dark Lord bent closer and the feel of hot air tickling his ear drove Harry wild.

“Say it Harry”.

“Pl-Plea” A grin spread on his neck before the Dark Lord retreated from his neck. He disappeared from sight.
A sudden tight heat engulfed him and Harry's back snapped and arched off the bed. Two hands clamped down on his thighs to still him and a desperate cry of “Please” was torn from his throat before the thrall swept his mind into ignorant bliss.

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Harry groaned as he awoke. He felt wonderful. Every muscle twitched and tingled at the movement. Harry couldn't remember having ever felt like this before. He felt sated and relaxed beyond what he should given his current circumstances.

Harry's thoughts suddenly fled as the bedroom door opened and Voldemort stepped in. The Dark Lords lips twitched upwards and a smug expression was nestled on his face as he noticed Harry awake.

“Well, good morning young Prince”. Harry's eyes widened as realization dawned on him and he groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Voldemort chuckled at the Incubus antics. “Such pretty groans you make, the ones last night were particularly to the ears”.

Harry shook his head and his hands and shoulders drooped in defeat. He looked up with distraught eyes. “I thought you said you wouldn't claim my birthright? My parents are going to be furious with me”.

The mattress dipped slightly as Voldemort took a seat beside him. “I did not claim you. I merely invoked my right to mark you as my intended”. Harry gave a deep blush at that and Voldemort grinned wickedly.

“Such a pretty color that is, allow me to deepen it for you”. The crimson eyes narrowed in concentration and Harry gasped loudly as wave after wave of unidentified pleasure rolled through his body. It stopped just as suddenly leaving him a sated heap laying in the pillows panting and sweating. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and the Dark Lord chuckled delightedly.

Harry opened his eyes and looked out at the window to their left. The sun was beaming in the sky and Harry felt his heart strings pull.

“Can I go for a fly now you've marked me?”

Voldemorts jaw tightened, no doubt thinking about what induced Harry's thrall in the first place. Harry seemed to sense the hesitation and smiled wryly.

“Please? My wings could do with a stretch and there's no danger if you're to accompany me”.

Voldemort raised a hand and trailed his fingers over the pale naked skin of Harry's exposed shoulder.

“Perhaps but if I allow you...” he reached over the cabinet beside the bed and pulled from the first draw a bracelet cuff. “..I want you to wear this”.

Harry examined the cuff in the Dark Lords hand. It was a few inches thick and made of silver. A green emerald studded 'V' sat in the center of the cuff indicating to whom the bracelet belonged. Harry's eyes widened.

“A bond cuff?” he questioned.

The Dark Lord nodded.

“Of a kind, I suppose. Mostly it's use is to allow my access to your outer thoughts when I wish and by that reasoning know where you are at all times. It will also mark you as my property so as no one shall bring you harm”.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the man

“Why would anyone want to harm me? I'm an Incubus, we're not exactly spirited by nature. We're submissive so it wouldn't take much to subdue me”.

Voldemort gazed at him for a few moments before he hooked a long finger under the blankets slowly tugged them down to Harry thighs. Harry closed his eyes and sighed as Voldemort ran two fingers over the three maroon colored stripes leading across Harry hip bones on either side.

Harry opened his eyes and watched Voldemorts fingers.

“I've always had them”. He whispered.

Voldemort nodded. “You don't know their significance then?”

when Harry frowned in confusion he didn't wait for a reply.

“These are called 'Emporial Stripes' Harry. Not every Incubus has them. They are rare and almost never this pronounced. You are right to say Incubus are submissive by nature, most of those we collect and sell are. (Harry winced) But there are some that are not”.

Harry listened quietly watching Voldemort fingers trace each stripe over and over.

“An Incubus with 'Emporial Stripes' is spirited by nature. When I discovered them last night I realized that you would never be harem but a lover. Even after you eventually give birth, you will never change, except perhaps through cruelty”.

Harry who had listened with rapt attention reached down and traced the lines himself. Now that he knew what they were, he found he treasured them.

“I was always afraid” He whispered to himself.

The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow and Harry blushed slightly.

“I know it's in my nature, and it's expected of me to sire an heir for the future king now I'm an intended, but I was always terrified that when that happened, I'd loose who I was”.

Voldemort watch as a single tear leaked out from the corner of Harry's eye and trailed down his cheek. He leaned forward and pressed his cool lips to it making Harry gasp.
The Dark Lord pulled back and Harry's eyes softened on him. Maybe being half claimed by the Dark Lord wouldn't be so bad after all.

“That may happened to some, but not to you Harry” He spoke. “Your 'Emporial Stripes' will prevent that from Happening. Like I stated previously, the only way to rid you of those stripes would be by breaking your spirit through cruel means”.

Harry shuddered in revolt. “I don't want to loose them. They are a part of me” He looked up at the Dark Lord with pleading eyes. “You won't take them from me Tom, will you?”

Voldemort moaned inwardly at the sound of his given name on Harry's sweet full lips and shook his head.

“No Harry. I won't. Which is one reason I want you to wear this cuff” He said bringing Harry attention back to the point of their conversation once again. “I will be able to prevent anyone else from doing so”.

Harry blinked in understanding and gazed down at the cuff again. He sighed and extended his wrist and nodded at the Dark Lord to proceed. The characteristic sadistic grin swept over the Voldemorts face.

“It must be attached in the throws of passion”.

Harry blushed madly at that and Voldemort chuckled. Oh how the Incubus continued to amuse him. Still when Harry leaned back into his pillows and extended his wrist Voldemort wondered if the Incubus knew what he was subconsciously offering him.

Voldemort gently took Harry pale slender wrist and upturned it before bringing it to his lips in an open mouthed kiss, making sure to run the tip of his forked tongue over the vein. Harry gasped in shock and the fierce red eyes narrowed.
Currents of pleasure swept over and seared through his body like wildfire. All without Voldemort lips moving from his upturned wrist. The sound of the metal cuff slamming shut sounded accompanied by the absence of pleasure left Harry gasping and staring at the heated gaze of the Dark Lord before slipping to the silver bracelet encircling his wrist seamlessly. It sparkled in the light from the windows and Harry smiled slyly.

“Thank you, Tom”. Voldemort nodded.

“You're most welcome love”.

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Harry ran as fast as he could past the many black cloaks of the Death Eaters. They startled at first until they spotted Voldemort strolling out after the Incubus. They had been heard rumor that the Dark Lord had taken on an Incubus himself from a previous catch, and even that it was a rather important Royal but this was their first opportunity to see the two interact together.

For a good hour and half Harry had spent preening in anticipation of his flight, and as it was now he ran as fast as his legs could carry him out across the huge grassy expanse of the manor grounds.
His gleaming white wings, which now held a tint of black at the tips snapped open and he beat them powerfully. Harry took off, flying purposefully high and somersaulting as he cried out in joy.

Voldemort looked on in awe at the joy flying brought to the young Incubus. Given how pale Harry was it wouldn't surprise him if Harry had never been allowed out to fly. Harry had most likely escaped him protector for the chance when his Death Eaters happened across the Fledgling and launched an attack on him from the forest.

Voldemort stood for fifteen minutes watching the young Incubus fly freely before Harry came to a halt beating his wings in midair a few meters above him.

“Come for a fly Tom, It'll do you good”.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at the proposal.

“I do not fly” He replied stoically.

Harry watched the sniff indifferently and chuckled inwardly. “Afraid of heights?” Harry taunted.

The Death Eaters around them gasped in shock after all nobody insulted the Dark Lord, and for a moment Harry was afraid he'd overstepped a line before Voldemort smirked and nodded. He was about to 'Accio' his broom when a burst of black from the distant tree line drew his attention.

Harry had noticed the movement first however. “It's Magna!” he laughed in delight and prepared to take off to meet the Incubus before the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes.

A loud cry was ripped from Harry's throat, a cry that sent rivets of desire down Voldemort's spine, and made most of the Death Eaters blush at the implication of their Lord having control over the Incubus thrall.

Catching the young Incubus securely in his arm he released him from his thrall. Harry panted and gazed up at Tom in confusion, but the sound of powerful wings silenced as the notorious Magna Valeen landed only meters away.

Instantly the Death Eaters were on guard, wands out and pointed at the creature before them. Harry old protector was tall and well built. Long wavy red hair ran the length of his back contrasting his dark wings. His bright azure blue eyes narrowed seeing Harry held in Voldemort's arms. The Black wings snapped shut and the Incubus fell to one knee head bowed.

“My Lord!” Surprise caught Voldemort.

“Raise, what reason would an Incubus find to bow to m-” Volemort stopped their as the Incubus before him snarled.

“I was not address you mortal! Now release my charge, should your touch soil him”. Spat the thick brutish accent.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes before a tentative touch to his cheek made him look down at the beauty in his arm. Harry's green eyes pleaded with him to release him. He tightened his grip.

“Tom, please”. Harry whispered, and sighed relief when the Dark Lord complied.

Once Harry had planted his feet firmly on the earth again he approached the rouge Incubus.

“Magna..” he he greeted his mentor. The creatures eyes softened on him.

“Prince Harry, please forgive me for leaving you alone. You are young, I should have known you'd...” The Incubus froze up, his gaze fixed intently upon the silver cuff glinting on Harry's wrist and only now noticing the darkened tips of the fledglings white wings.

“My Lord! What has happened? Am I too late, have I failed you?” he gasped, his face ashen.

Harry stepped up and place a hand on his mentors shoulder. Harry smiled wryly.

“No, my friend. There has been a mark made but Tom has not laid claim to me nor is intending to”. An uneasy clearing of a throat from behind him made Harry glance back at Tom but before he could focus the old Incubus had taken hold of his arms and risen to his full height., which was a good foot over Harry, and Harry was a good five six.

The grip on his arms tightened as did the jaw of his mentor. “What? What do you mean there has been a mark made?” he asked, a hint of anger in his voice now as he looked up at the Dark crimson eyed man before him. “If he has marked you then he has as good as claimed you!”.

Harry visibly paled. “What?”

Magna hissed and bared his sharp fangs glaring at Voldemort. “I mean if whatever he told you was a lie to get that bondage device around your wrist. If he has 'marked' you then he manipulate your thrall, you're as good as his property”.

Harry nodded warily. “Well some of that is true but Tom promised me he wasn't going to claim my position even if he claims me”.

Magna chuckled nastily. “My young Prince, he is a Dark Lord, of course he is going to lie and now he's marked you. Do you truly understand what that means?”. He pressed.

Harry felt his stomach twist and glancing back at a scowling Tom shook his head.

Magna growled. “No matter where you go he will know where you are. You by all intent and purposes HIS until he sees fit to release you. How are you to attract a new king to you when he is playing with you? Not to mention you cannot take the throne now, now you must be a breeding vessel. Harry, all he's done is make sure he's in position to take your birthright, your throne when he finally does take you”.

Harry felt panic override him. “He-He told me he was trying to protect my 'Emporial Stripes'” Harry whimpered. The older Incubus blinked in surprise before he addressed Voldemort a little calmer.

“You have lied, humiliated and tricked my young charge here, disgraced him and stolen his throne...were you at least telling the truth about that? Do you means to allow him keep his stripes?”.

Voldemort nodded and felt a little relief as the Incubus seemed to reevaluate him. “Nothing would please me more than Harry's spirit. It makes him worthy of being mine”. His eyes landed on Harry who stared at him in suspicion.

“Do you intend to claim him?” Magna's question was only greeted by silence and Harry's tears began to boil, tears bitter with betrayal. The hairs on the back of his neck raised the longer he awaited an answer. Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. Harry spun around and glared angrily at Voldemort. Voldemort's red eyes filled with a telltale black seeing Harry snarl at him.

Harry snapped his wings open and took flight immediately, flying for the trees. He heard someone call his name and recognized Magna's deep tones. He ignored it. When the waves of pleasure hit him, Harry cried out and tried to shake it off. Beating on the spot, he was sure he resembled something like a bothered chicken refusing to give into his thrall. Sweat broke out on his forehead and a pop sounded below him.

Harry looked down and saw Voldemort's red eyes staring up at him. Harry whimpered struggling to focus on keeping his wings beating. He was sure he'd spoiled his trousers.

“N-Nuh, No! Please, No!” a loud sigh sounded below him and suddenly the thrall increased in intensity so much that Harry's body stiffened as if under a stunning spell he dropped like a rock from the sky.

Voldemort caught his easily and Harry sobbed openly in his arms. A pair of cool lips pressed to his forehead and the comfort was such that Harry's sobs stopped almost instantly. His cried silently into Voldemort's chest.

“It's not fair, I don't w-want to be c-claimed. I want to f-fall in love. I don't w-want my parents to hate me” tears running down his cheeks freely.

“Shh” Tom admonished him. The beating of large wings sounded behind them as Magna came to land.

“Still loving those stripes Voldemort?”. Harry felt a chuckle get absorbed from Tom chest.

“Yes” came the solid yet amused reply.

Magna huffed. “Don't say that let, that's just the tip of the iceberg”. The older Incubus hooked a finger under Harry's pants line and tugged them down sharply. Voldemort's eyes fell on the pale pink lines on Harry hips. “They get black”.

Voldemort swallowed noisily seeing Harry exposed hips, he was still very much aroused. Harry gasped in his arms and shivered. Magna noticed the exchange and frowned letting go off Harry pants line.

“If you intend to claim him then I should contact the King and Queen. Negotiations should start immediately”. At this announcement Harry whimpered and gripped Tom robes tighter.

Voldemort frowned in concern at the older Incubus.

“We should discuss this in private”. The red head nodded and watched with a knowing smile as the Dark Lord carried his precious bundle to the safety of Riddle Manor.