Incubus Dreams

//I do not know, Master. I am sorry.//

Harry looked coldly over the quivering forms huddling in a kneeling mass before him. They were pathetic, all of them.

“I want answers, not excuses. The mission wasn't that difficult, Ostwald. I believed this task was not above even your pathetic abilities. Tell me, was I wrong?”

Harry's voice was smooth and low, cold and sibilant. Them man quivering before him paled, his eyes darting about wildly. Harry felt his mouth widen at the fear he smelled coming off the man.

“N-no, my Lord.”

Harry reached out a long, bony finger, placing it under the man's chin.

“Then, how come you failed?” The tone was mockingly gentle, and the man, Ostwald, must have seen something in Harry's eyes, because he started shaking harder.

“No matter, I'm sure Lucius has a good reason for housing the boy.”

Harry pinned the man with his stare.

“I know how private Lucius is, and how difficult he is to track when he doesn't want to be found. So, because of that, I'll let you live.”

Harry ran his fingers through the man's sweat dampened hair, smiling has Ostwald sighed in relief.

“However, I cannot let you go unpunished.” His hands tightened in Ostwald's hair.

“Are you paying attention, Harry? Trust me, you don't want to miss this.”

Harry mentally gaped, he was in Voldemort's mind and he couldn't get out.


Lucius turned over, uncertain as to what woke him up. He hadn't done this since Draco was a baby. Then, he'd wake up just seconds before Draco's baby wail would sound from the nursery. Obviously, it wasn't Draco this time; so what could it be?

Before his mind could catch up, Lucius' body was already in motion. He didn't even pause to put on his night robe. He stopped at a door a little ways from his won, and without knocking, Lucius opened it and strode in.

Harry's body was so small in that big bed. The light from the starts and the moon shone down on him, bathing him in an ethereal glow. Lucius stood there, knowing something was wrong, but not knowing what or how he could fix it.

Harry's body was still, too still actually. Lucius moved closer to the bed. He noticed then that Harry's breathing was shallow and fast, it's amazing he hadn't passed out. Lucius reached out a cautious hand and touched a fingertip to the boy's cheek, and immediately pulled back. The boy's flesh had burned him.

He looked again and noticed how tense Harry was. Not giving himself time to think, Lucius removed the blankets from Harry and called a House Elf.

“Get me a cloth and a basin of cold water.”

“Yes, Master Lucius.”

Lucius removed Harry's pajama top and bottoms, leaving Harry clad in his pants only. By that point, the elf had returned with the water and cloth. Lucius took them, dipped the cloth into the water, wrung out the excess, and passed across Harry's forehead.

“Father? What's wrong?”

Lucius turned and saw Draco standing in Harry's doorway. Not questioning why his son was up, he instead ordered, “Draco, get Severus and tell him to come here. Something is wrong with Harry.”

Draco didn't hesitate, but hurried to do as his father said.

Lucius turned back to his task, surprised when Harry's skin got impossibly hotter. Lucius ran the cool cloth over Harry's body. He paused and looked down when he smelt burning flesh. A blister appeared on Harry's chest. Another appeared on his leg. They kept appearing in random placed. What Lucius originally believed to be a fever was obviously not. The only thing he could think of was that the Dark Lord was involved.


Harry whimpered at the sight of the man, Ostwald was chained to two poles, naked. His body was lathered up with something that glistened. Unfortunately for Harry, Voldemort was giving a running commentary.

“That is a special salve on his skin. It increases the sensations of touch. Many people use it in the bedroom, but it can be used just as effectively now.”

A cauldron was levitated from somewhere, and it smelled of burned oil, or maybe tar.

“Boiling oil. Did you know, it was a common line of defense for Muggles? If an enemy reached passed the moat, drawbridge and portcullis, there were nooks in the walls to pour boiling oil on them. Very painful.”

One of the Death Eaters took a ladle and dribbled the oil down the man's leg. His screams echoed through Harry's head.

“That's not all, Harry. Being a spectator is not enough for you. You must experience it. I've learned a new trick and wanted to give you a gift. Happy Christmas, my dear Harry.”

Harry didn't know what Voldemort said, but the next thing he knew, he could feel the oil burning its was down his leg.


Lucius sighed in relief when Draco returned with Severus.

“Is that flesh I smell burning? Lucius, what is happening?”

“I do not know, Severus, but I am convinced it's the Dark Lord's doing. I was cooling him off with a cool cloth when those burns and blisters appeared on him.”

Severus rushed in and looked over the boy. When he reached out to touch Harry, his hand was rebounded by a barrier, a painful barrier. Snape ignored the pain when one of the blisters exploded, pus and blood gushing forth.

“Why isn't he screaming or making a sound?” Draco's voice was hoarse from what he was seeing. Lucius was the one who answered.

“He can't.”

“Lucius, you're going to have to do something.”

Lucius looked at the potions master incredulously.

“He won't let me near him, but he's let you. Besides, if he is really in the Dark Lord's mind, then you're going to have to help break the connection.”

Lucius looked back at Harry's pain written all over the boy's face, but unable to verbally express it.

“How?”

It was Draco who answered. “The Incubus. Harry's your mate, the one being in the world the Incubus chose. You have a connection with Harry, you just have to figure out if it's stronger than the Voldemort's.”

Lucius and Severus both glowered at the name.

“You've been spending too much time with Potter. Lucius, this is an all purpose salve. It should help with the burns until more appropriate measures may be taken. But first, you must sever the connection!”


Harry watched the Death Eaters finish dripping oil over the chained man. Harry was exhausted. Somehow, Voldemort managed to channel the man's pain and wounds, through himself and on to Harry.

Harry was so deep in Voldemort's grasp, he couldn't even scream out in pain, frustration and fear.

“Ah, wonderful. The pokers now. I always saw heat and fire as being beautiful. It's cleansing too, you know. It destroys all the dead, extraneous things and makes room for newer, healthy things. Forests, homes, bodies of people; the old needs to be destroyed for the new to take its place.”

Any other time, Harry would have been amused at the Dark Lord's philosophical words, but right then, the hot poker was lanced through his side.


Lucius grit his teeth when a gaping wound appeared on Harry's side. He didn't know what to do.

“Lucius, save Harry.”

Lucius turned at the feminine voice and saw Selene. She looked worried and afraid. She slowly walked nearer and reached out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Harry's ear. No shield stopped her.

“You know what to do, Lucius. Use the bond you started to help him.”

An Incubus was an innately sexual creature, but Lucius didn't think Selene meant for him to fuck the boy. Lucius felt the bed dip and noticed Selene crawling towards Harry. His Incubus rose, not liking that someone was stalking its mate, especially a Succubus. Selene bared her teeth in a feral smile, and crouched near Harry's head.

“Then do something, or I will. I'll claim him from right beneath your nose.”

Lucius felt the Incubus rise higher and he, himself, moved closer to Harry. When Selene's hand reached to touch Harry again, Lucius struck. His hand whipped out, lightening quick, and grabbed Selene's wrist.

“Mine.” Wrist bones ground together before the wrist dematerialized. Selene's smoky form floated over to Severus and solidified. She didn't say a word, merely bowed her head.

Lucius looked back at Harry, the Incubus almost in full control. He moved until he was crouched over Harry's body. Slowly, he settled himself on top of Harry, moving his legs until they were between the boy's, his hips cradled between Harry's legs. Lucius rested on his elbows, his breath stirring strands of ebony hair.

The mark on Harry's neck from earlier caught Lucius' eye. He bent his head and nuzzled the spot, flicking his tongue out to lick the mark. Lucius reached out and linked the fingers of one hand with Harry's bringing it over the boy's head, resting their entwined hands on the pillow.

Suddenly, Lucius knew what to do. Yes, Incubi were sexual creatures, but they were also more. They fed better off of positive emotions; happiness, excitement, passion, lust, love. As such, they could induce them. Lucius needed to used that, an Incubus' ability to create those feelings, to override Voldemort's influence.

Lucius released some of the Incubus powers, inducing feelings of pleasure for his target. Harry moaned and Lucius smiled.

“Harry, come back. Come back.” More power and Lucius could feel an erection pressing into him.


Harry mentally cried out as a new wound was branded on his flesh. The scent of blood and burnt flesh reached his nostril, causing Harry to feel nauseous.

“Harry come back.”

The words barely penetrated the pain, but with them came the promise of pleasure. Harry looked down and noticed an erection settled prominently between his legs. He couldn't be feeling pleasure from this, could he?

Suddenly, sensations of pleasure coursed through Harry's body, briefly overriding the pain.

“Lucius.”


Lucius pulled back at the mumbled word, barely hearing it, but understanding it nonetheless. He pushed more power into Harry, whispered more words into Harry's ear. He'd completely forgotten about the three other occupants of the room, he was so completely focused on Harry.

Slowly, haltingly, Harry's body started to respond. His hips started rotating against Lucius' stomach, seeking friction, searching for relief of a more pleasurable kind of pain.

Lucius gritted his teeth as his body responded to the one writhing against him. He needed to bring Harry back.

“Harry, you need to come back. To me. We can't do anything with you so far away. You need to be here, with me, if you want to fully experience what I'm offering.”


Harry panted, the burning pain he suffered at Voldemort's hands warring with the pleasure from Lucius.

“Someone seems to be interfering in our game, Harry. We can't have that, I'm afraid.”

Voldemort spoke as if they were two people out for tea. He spoke in a language Harry didn't' recognize, but he felt Voldemort's pull on his strengthen.


Lucius cursed as he felt Harry retreating. He cursed the Dark Lord.

“Don't let the Dark Lord win, Harry. Fight him and come back to me. You have to want it Harry. Show me you want this.” He thrust his hips against Harry's, and lightly grazed his lips along Harry's jawline. “Show me how strong you are.”

Lucius pushed even more power into Harry, tightening his hold on the youth's hand.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if he was being torn in two. Two very strong wizards, each one having a bond with Harry were pulling him in two different directions.

“My, my but you are determined, aren't you, Harry. Even now, you still resist, still fight me. But why? Who has so much control over you?”

Harry stared defiantly back, refusing to utter a word. He wouldn't betray Lucius like that, not when they were bonded.

Suddenly, Harry felt something inside him burst, and for a horrifying moment, he thought his heart had exploded from the pain. Soon, he realized it was something else, something was released and then clicked into place. Whatever it was, Harry felt free.

Lucius' eyes widened as he felt something deep inside click into place. He didn't have time to analyze it because then, Harry started moving violently. It took a lot of effort, more than Lucius would have thought, to keep Harry from hurting either Lucius or himself.

Then something tickled at the back of his mind and Lucius looked at Harry. The boy's green eyes were glazed from passion and remembered pain, his pupils dilated, his skin flushed and his lips full. Beads of sweat broke out along Harry's forehead as his hips undulated faster and more insistingly against Lucius' stomach.

The boy was close to release and Lucius knew it. The Incubus could smell it, feel it, taste it. He turned his head and growled to the others ,”Get out!” He didn't wanted to share this with anyone else.

When no one moved to comply, Lucius bared his teeth and flung out the hand interlocked with Harry's.

“I said get out!”

Severus, Draco, and Selene were all flung out of the room. It appeared as if they would hurtle painfully into the wall, but were given a gentle landing at the last moment. At once, Selene started laughing.

“What's wrong with you, woman? We need to get in there. Something is wrong.”

Selene looked at Draco and smiled beautifully.

“My dear boy, right now, things are very much right.”

Draco appeared confused while Severus rolled his eyes.

“Did he have to fling us from the room so violently? I'm just glad he had the presence of mind not to bash us into the wall.”

Again, Selene laughed and replied, “No he didn't', that was all Harry who made sure we had a soft landing.” And with that, Selene left.

Draco looked at the door from which they were just flung so violently, then at Severus.

“Did you see father's eyes?”

Snape nodded. Indeed he had seen Lucius' eyes. They were different, animalistic and primal. But what's more, they weren't steel grey in that moment. Instead, they were green; Harry Potter's eyes green.

Lucius looked down into Harry's eyes. He wished he could relieve the ache between his own legs, but he new it wasn't the right time. Instead, he kept the flow of power light and steady as Harry moaned and rubbed himself against Lucius.

The Incubus, still mostly in control, was relishing the feast its mate was providing. Lucius, however, just mentally sighed and bowed down to the inevitable. He was going to have to be the instrument of an Incubus' passion induced sixteen year old, boy-who-lived to get off on.

Lucius was started out of his musings when he felt a gentle caress on his jaw. The touched traced up upwards until those fingers threaded themselves through his hair. He was gently tugged down until a pair of slightly chapped lips met his won. Apparently, that was all Harry needed to let go. The next instant, he groaned loudly and Lucius felt the boy's body tense and wetness splashed, sticky against his stomach.

Harry fully relaxed until he realized all that had happened, tensing immediately. He gasped, the forgotten pain coming back full force.

Lucius sighed and got up with a grimace. He wanted nothing more than to got back to bed and pretend this never happened, even if the Incubus was purring contentedly. If it was awkward for himself, he could only imagine how the boy must feel, though he'd rather not.

He looked down at Harry, noticing the boy's blush, but more than that, the boy's wounds. His jaw tightened and Lucius got up, retrieved the cloth and water, grabbed the salve, then went to work healing the boy.