Inheritances

When Harry woke up the next morning, the first thing he did, without even thinking about it, was rip of the briefs he had been wearing. For some reason he felt exceedingly uncomfortable wearing them. When his brain started to function he realised that he was now a teenager, and that he must have come into his inheritance last night. Remembering what he had read, he sat down on his bed cross legged and started to go into a trance just like he had been told to practice by the Ministry Leaflet. The trance would basically let him “communicate” with his magical core, which would tell him what he had inherited overnight.

10 minutes later he emerged from the trance, half of him shocked, and the other half strangely comfortable with the knowledge, that he was a submissive Incubus. At least he knew why he didn’t want to wear any clothes. Incubi were famous for despising anything that covered their bodies.

Harry quickly decided that he had better write to Dumbledore to let him know what had happened. The Headmaster would have to make special arrangements for him. He couldn’t stay at the Dursleys anymore after all, there would be no one for him to feed on.

30 minutes and one letter later Harry was lying on his bed, he was starting to feel a strange, and very uncomfortable, emptiness inside. Instinctively knowing that he needed to feed, but also that there was no one he could feed on nearby, he curled upon on the bed and went into a trance, unaware of the world around him, sustaining himself with his magic until Dumbledore could get him.

It was 4 hours later when Dumbledore got back to his office from the Ministry, where he had been dealing with the consequences of the Boy-Who-Lived now being a dependant magical creature. The Minister had been all for selling him into slavery on the unofficial market, with the proceeds going to the Ministry. Thankfully Dumbledore had been able to persuade the Minister to wait until Harry’s 17th birthday to make a final decision regarding that. It wasn’t as if the boy was going to age any, was it. As it was, Dumbledore had agreed to bind Harry temporarily to the two Dominants on the school staff, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. The two of them enjoyed similar tastes anyway, so it shouldn’t be a problem. It would also ensure that Harry would still get a well rounded education, despite not being able to attend classes. That was another thing the Minister had been adamant about, the boy couldn’t attend classes. Added to all that, was the fact that Sirius Black had escaped, and was likely after Harry. This year wasn’t going to be much fun, Dumbledore could tell already.

But he had to go and collect Harry as soon as he could. The poor boy would have been needing fed for hours now. He wrote quick notes to Remus and Severus informing them of the situation so they could be ready and then he made his way to the apparation point and travelled to Privet Drive.

Striding purposefully towards number 4 Dumbledore mentally planned out the binding ritual he would perform. He would place all of Harry’s assets in Remus’s hands, just so that Severus wouldn’t be tempted to cause havoc with them to spite James Potter. He would also place responsibility for Harry’s health and education equally between them.

He entered the house as if it were his own, and went straight to where he knew Harry’s room was. Opening the door he stepped inside, the muggle occupants of the house unaware of his presence. Once he closed the door, he turned round and took in the sight of the pitifully small boy, curled on the bed, sustaining himself off his own magic. Knowing he had to be quick, he scooped the very light body into his arms and activated a portly that would take them to the Hogwarts ritual room. Rarely used except by the occasional NEWT level Runes student, and occasionally a Professor conducting some research, the room was nevertheless completely spotless.

The two dominants had been awaiting the arrival for 20 minutes, which they had spent discussing arrangements for the rest of the year. They had come to the conclusion that it would make most sense for the three of them to move into the one set of rooms. There was a subdued flash of light and the Headmaster and the soon to be slave had arrived. The two dominants simply moved forward and took the boy away from the Headmaster, and stood in the centre of a circle on the floor. They both took a moment to look over the boy’s body, and both nodded in appreciation. This was going to be fun for them.

Harry started to wake up when he felt the touch of those his magic recognised as dominants. He felt himself laid down on a cold stone floor, which made him wake up completely. He looked around the shadowed room, seeing the Headmaster over to the side, and nearby him was a man he didn’t recognise but one that his senses told him was a strong Dominant werewolf. His Potions Professor was also there, but his magic recognised the man as powerfully Dominant as well.

Dumbledore turned round from what he was doing at a table near the wall, and saw that Harry was awake and getting up. Obviously the boy had sensed there were Dominants nearby. Dumbledore took a moment to look the boy over before speaking, whilst still short for his age, at only 4’ 10”, he was no longer a wafer thin stick. His body rippled with small muscles and his skin had a slight glow to it.

“Well Harry,” said Dumbledore “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle here, haven’t you. The Ministry is insisting that you be bonded as a slave temporarily until your 17th birthday, at which time the Ministry will take possession of you. I am going to bind you to Professor’s Snape and Lupin, for the remainder of your school career. They will both be your Master, and you will be forced to obey them without question, no matter what they order you to do. They will hold complete control over your life. Do you understand?”

Harry, who by now was feeling the knawing emptiness again, nodded, understanding that after the ritual was over he would be owned by the two Dominants in the room. Which, to his hungered mind, sounded like an excellent idea.

Dumbledore stood back outside the circle and started to chant. The words washed over Harry, pulling strings out of his magic, and tying him to Lupin and Snape.

Dumbledore stopped chanting about 2 minutes later and, with a flash, Harry was had less status than a house elf.

Dumbledore looked over the 3 people inside the circle, all of whom were panting slightly. “You had best get back to your chambers. Harry will no doubt be requiring to be fed.”

With that, Dumbledore walked out the room.