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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Voldemort handed Magna the glass of Cognac and sat beside the blazing open fire. The Incubus stared at the drink in puzzlement before opening his throat and downing it. Voldemort squashed back his urge to groan. That brandy was a forty year old rare brand he had bought himself on his fiftieth birthday some year ago and yet here was the Incubus treating it like common vodka. He raised his wand rescued the bottle from the other side of the table. The Incubus flashed him a toothy grin signalling to Voldemort that Magna had missed out on nothing.



“So tell me. Why isn’t your thrall smothering me?” He’d start with simple questions.

Magna’s eyes followed the drink to his mouth. “I keep myself well fed”. Voldemort almost choked on his drink but managed to blink back his tears and nod at the now smirking Incubus. Now was not the time to be coy, least of with an Incubus sitting beside him, and a black winged one at that. The silence in the room was heavy.



“Do you truly intend to let him keep his stripes?” Voldemort looked up at the harshly lined face. He shouldn’t be surprised the Incubus had probably led a hard life due to him and his Death Eaters.

“Yes. I was not lying about that. Harry didn’t know what they were, if I had wanted to rid him of them I would never have told him what they were”. He tipped out another drink for it and watched relieved as it sipped from the glass conservatively. “Why?”





Voldemort contemplated his answer carefully. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of how his anger fuels my passion. It could be how submissive he becomes once his little tantrums are over with” he nodded “Or it could be how innocent he is and to break him would be to ruin him”. Magna stared at him intensely, not breaking eye line and Voldemort allowed his features to soften along with his voice. “…but mostly I think it’s because from the moment he found out what they were, he fell in love with them. I would not be opposed to having him regard me the same way sometime in the near future.

The red haired Incubus nodded and smiled fondly, his eyes took on a slightly glazed look as he recalled his young charge. “Do you see now why he was closely guarded, Lord Voldemort? Noting the change, and how the Incubus was addressing him with respect he nodded. “Yes, I do. I do not intend to hurt him or turn him into some sort of pet. Harry is much too beautiful for that”.



Magna nodded before he broke into a sneer. “Of course an Incubus with ‘Emporial Stripes’ is hard work, you have to coax them into submission if you want to draw out their softer nature, like you did this evening with Harry”. Voldemort shivered as he recalled the young fledgling curled up on his guest bed, the damp patch on his trousers going unnoticed as he drifted into potion induced oblivion.

“When I was training him it took a long time to curb his brash and instinctual side” Magna’s eyes drank in the fire place “Harry is Unique in the way that he sees himself as more mortal than beast” Magna’s amber orbs bore into his scarlet ones “He wants to be like you humans, go to school, fall in love, have a career but I had to make him see that those things could never be. Do you realize how hard that was for me? I mean here I was, presented with the most beautiful of creatures I’d ever come across and they wanted me to tame him” the word tame was spat.



Voldemort watched in silence, soaking up every snippet the Incubus revealed to him of Harry’s past. “You can take him away from all that, Dark Lord. You can get him from under his parents’ fists, do as you claim and you’ll have my blessing”. Voldemort nodded in understanding. The Incubus sharp gaze pierced his and Voldemort suddenly understood just how much devotion Harry had inspired in the older warrior. “You have yourself something so rare and valuable Lord Voldemort, you are a collector of such things, if nothing the items in this room tell me this about you” the Incubus gestured some of Voldemort most prizes trinkets on the walls and shelves. “It is one thing to possess and claim an Incubus but it is another to gain one’s loyalty”.



Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. He studied the creature before him in new depth. “Harry wouldn’t give me his loyalty, it would be like giving me his soul and though one can break the spirit of an Incubus they have no bearing over the soul”. Magna fingered his glass.



“I love Harry” Voldemort’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden admission. The edge of Magna’s lips quirked upwards. “From the first day I was given charge of him, he became my obsession. I have caught glimpses of his soul. The wizard who claims it will be a rich man indeed”. Magna looked up at him, and smirked. “Harry is light itself, you are dark. Together you balance each other out”.

Voldemort groaned inwardly hearing the part about Harry being the ‘Light itself’ before Magna placed his drink down and lent forward in his chair. “Give him all that he desires Dark Lord, all you’ll hold possession over his heart, just don’t punish him for it when you finally have it”.



Voldemort grit his teeth. “It is risky. I am possessive and don’t want to let him go now I have him, but maybe you’re right, with his cuff I see no reason to hide him away from the wonders of the wizarding world. Maybe an education will suit him well.”

Magna’s eyes glittered. The rugged man-creature stood up. “I do not trust you, nor do I agree with your ideals bit I will give you my respect if you can make him happy”. Respect from this man would be something indeed, Tom mused. He’d spent less than five minutes with the Incubus but that had been enough to figure out that the man didn’t give his respect lightly.



They were interrupted by a sharp rapping on the lounge door. Voldemort flicked his wrist, opening the door and admitting Rabastan Lestrange. Voldemort sensed the tensing in the Incubus beside him and grinned. Well fed indeed.

“My Lord the boy has woken up” Voldemort nodded and stood up.

“Very well Rabastan, see to it our ‘guest’ has everything he desires. Do anything you can to make his stay… pleasing”. Voldemort saw the aristocratic man bow readily, before the underlying meaning of the words sank in. He looked to Voldemort in askance before seeing the dark lusty gaze of the creature before him, he whimpered turning it into a cough.

“Yes of course, my Lord”. Magna chuckled heartily eyeing his prize. “You are most generous, Lord Voldemort. I may get use to this”.

Voldemort stopped at the door before leaving and turned back to the hungry Incubus. “Will you stay, for Harry’s sake?” Magna didn’t pause for a moment before nodding his consent. As Voldemort closed the door behind him, he was hit with the fully unleashed thrall from the Incubus behind him. And fell back against the hard wood. He almost pitied Rabastan but he had his own young green eyed fledgling to see to.











Harry was standing by the window and didn’t turn around as the door opened and the Dark Lord entered the room.

“Harry?” Harry continued to stare out the window in silence. Voldemort eyed the tenseness in the young male’s back. “Will you punish me now?”

The question was whispered, and Voldemort felt a growing sense of longing at the slight trembling of the stiff shoulders. “Tradition dictates that I do”. His reply was gruff and he cleared his throat as the young Incubus sighed, leaned forward and place his forehead on the window sill, displaying his bear back for a lashing. His wings snapped open audibly and curled around his chest, out of the way of the brutal leather strap that was sure to visit.



Voldemort felt heat pool in his stomach and a twitch of arousal. His eyes followed Harry’s pink stripes partially around his back, beginning to see why his death eaters and indeed he made so much money off of the breed of sexual creatures. Voldemort stepped forward and wrapped a firm arm around Harry’s waist, the boy stiffened at the contact. “I will not use corporal punishment on you, my sweet” he whispered breathily into Harry’s ear. His eyes narrowed and Harry’s knees gave way with a moan escaping his throat. Voldemort held him back against his chest but soon decided that this was too risky as he enjoyed a little too much, the friction Harry’s shudders were causing him. He laid the Incubus on the bed, stomach up and sat beside him. His eyes hungrily drank in the damp patch soaking into the front of the boy’s loose pyjama bottoms. If the Dark Lord could envy lesser creatures he would, he’d envy that the boy could feel such vast amounts of euphoria without so much as a brush of fingers.



He didn’t stop, and wave after wave rolled through the room until the air became heavily with the scent of spent passion, until the Incubus was left a panting writhing wreck on the mattress. “Enough…P-please” Voldemort ceased his onslaught at the breathy request and at once the boy’s body sagged and his eyes lidded heavily. He offered Voldemort a tentative smile.

“You are kinder… than you know” Voldemort observed him for moments after as he drifted effortlessly back into unconsciousness. Reasoning with himself as to why the boy was worth more to him loyal, than claimed unwillingly, the Dark Lord groaned as he stood up realising how rather wanton he himself had become. He made his way into the adjoining room for a cold shower.









When Harry re-awoke this time Voldemort was there beside him. The dark wizard had the house elves prepare a bath for the Incubus and waited for two hours afterwards as Harry manually dried his feathers, seen as they were magic repellent. Voldemort watched restlessly as Harry then preened meticulously, his now gleaming white wings. Voldemort wondered if the boy knew what an erotic sight he made in the simple act. Like a feline cleaning, the boy licked his wrists, and proceeded to snag a feather between them. With the trapped feather secure, he then proceeded in running his lips along the feather glossing it and being sure not the let the oily and certainly sweaty pads of his fingers to touch the polished feathers. Voldemort watched lost in the action before Harry moved off the first wing and started on the second. A small sigh escaped him, before he could catch it. Harry paused mid-lick and let his currently captive feather free.



“Sorry, I don’t have to do this now if you’d rather not wait”. Voldemort frowned in confusion, before he snapped out of his lust induced stupor and stood up. “You mistake me that was not a sigh of boredom”. He gestured to Harry’s wings, “You must know what you look like, preening like that”. Harry stared in innocent confusion before his cheeks stain a very attractable rouge colour. After a moment he grinned wickedly and began preening again, but this time his eyes were lidded lazily and fixed on Voldemort as he moaned and groaned wonton syllables that drove Voldemort crazy, so much so that the Dark wizard left the room muttering darkly.



Harry paused, afraid that he had driven the Dark Lord to be angry with him, before the sound of running water from the shower reached his sensitive ears and he chuckled in relief before going back to his task at hand.











The following day Harry had gained permission from Voldemort to have free run of the grounds, as long as he had Magna with him at all times. The day was sunny and lifted his spirits significantly, chasing away all fears of the impending claiming.

The two were involved in training to strengthen Harry’s wings. With his recently acquired license to fly freely Magna had seen how much joy flying had brought the young fledgling and so far they had spent hours circling the period grey stone castle. Currently planted on the soft sweet smelling grass Magna stiffened visibly as Harry came in for a rather clumsy landing, releasing the breath he’d been holding as he stumbled to safety and returned to the warriors’ side. Harry smiled at him before picking some stray strands of twigs and leaves out of tinted wings, an earlier unplanned excursion into the tree line having trapped them there.



“So what do you think of him?” Harry’s voice caught the Incubus off guard and he looked at his charge seriously. He could see the tension in the youth and knew he was asking for reassurance. Inwardly he was reminded of everything Voldemort had done to his people, but he also saw potential for change in the delicate way in which the Dark wizard had treated the fledgling. He looked to his charge and realised Harry was hanging off his every breath.



“I think the Dark Lord is more human than he would have us believe” Harry nodded in agreement. “I am not opposed to your current predicament”. The words cost him but seeing the relief in Harry’s eyes and the more confident setting of his square shoulders it he decided it was worth it. The youth grinned at him before he snapped his wings open and lifted off sensing a cyclone of dust up around the older Incubus.

Magna growled and raised his arms to protect himself. He could hear Harry’s chuckling from above him and as the dust cleared his mouth quirked up at the corner despite his annoyance. “You’re not too old to have me tan your hide, my young Prince”. Harry laughed but grew still, his attention drawn further down towards the tree line. Magna followed his line of sight before he felt his hackles raise. Something didn’t feel right. Harry turned a questioning gaze on him, no doubt Harry’s finer tuned senses had picked on what ever it was. “Do you feel that?”.



Magna nodded “Magic, powerful magic. Someone is disrupting the wards around the grounds. Harry we should get inside”. Harry made a face before nodding his consent. Just as Harry turned a streak of yellow light caught Magna’s his eye and before he could call out in warning Harry was enveloped. Magna cried out as he dodged a second streak and a third. His eyes flew to the tree-line where four bodies had emerged from the dense forest. Wizards, but these felt different from the ones in the castle. He turned his gaze on the yellow glowing orb that was sinking to the ground. As it touched the earth it faded leaving a struggling fledgling tangled in a web of robes twined around his body. Magna made to help the youth but felt the magic seeping out of the ropes and knew he couldn’t fight it. The wizards were getting closer and he knew he needed to get help. “Go”



It was a command. He turned his eyes on the fledgling to see panic yet determination. Harry’s eyes narrowed and he nodded. He took as and flew back to the castle faster than the spells could follow.

As Magna left, so did Harry’s courage and he shook in fear, shock and discomfort as the wizards came to a stop around him. One looked particularly scruffy but aristocratic, with glowing wild amber eyes. The second wizard looked shaggy yet handsome and the third was a red haired tall man who approached with his wand drawn. The scruffy amber eyed wizard bent down to examine him and Harry shut his eyes tightly as he reached out to touch him. He felt a finger trace the clan mark on his forehead and drew back with a hiss. His eyes opened and fixed on the faces before him.



“An Incubus Remus, what’s it doing here? Shouldn’t it be inside?” asked the shaggy haired man as he moved aside to admit a fourth figure that could politely be described as vintage. The man stank of power in a way that Harry’s had only felt off Voldemort. His gaze travelled down to Harry’s wings and he frowned. The amber eyed man, ‘Remus’ examined his cuff and shook his head looking back up at the older whiter wizard. “Albus, I suggest we take him with us, the Dark Lord has marked him” He displayed the ‘V’ cuff for them to see. ‘Albus’ gazed at Harry appreciatively before he nodded. ‘Remus’ cast a spell at Harry’s stomach and it glowed a brilliant blue before it died away. “He’s unclaimed” Harry blushed at that. ‘Remus’ studied the blush before his eyes widened. “Can you understand me? Albus, the mark on it’s forehead that’s a royal mark, I think this might be Harry Potter the next in line for the Incubus throne”. The older wizard chuckled dryly.



“It seems Severus was not overestimating his importance here”.