The Incubus Who Lived

Warnings for this chapter: het and infidelity (not explicit though).

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Geoffrey Broderick wasn’t your typical 27 year-old. He was officially single, worked as a personal trainer and assistant manager at the local gym, and lived in a small house in a suburb in Surrey England. He was tall, built and handsome with shaggy dirty blond hair and chestnut brown eyes. And he was one sixteenth incubus.

Unlike the pure sex demons, Geoffrey didn’t need physical and emotional energy to survive – regular food was good enough – but he still greatly enjoyed sex and was a natural at seducing and satisfying partners. This is why he moved number 7 Privet Drive, a place where the middle-class man reigned supreme. A place where the men left for work with a goodbye kiss for his wife and a pat on the head for the junior, worked nine to five and returned to find his supper ready and the house clean only to watch the ten o’clock news and then go to bed, ready to repeat the same old routine the following day and every day thereafter until he died or retired. A place where the common unsatisfied house-wives needed little to no persuasion when a gorgeous blond-haired sex god came knocking on the door. A place where there were so many doors and woman to choose from too.

Today Geoffrey decided to visit the house of one of his irregulars – Petunia Dursley of number 4. She was a horse-faced woman and very bony; sex with her was far from the best Geoffrey had ever had. But he couldn’t visit his regulars today – one was sick, another on vacation, he had seen another just yesterday and another he was avoiding since she foolishly thought that she was in love with him and tried to convince him to run away with her. It had been quite a few months since he had last visited Petunia, so he thought she’d be a good option for today. And besides, he wanted to check in on her to find out what that big commotion had been last week when the woman had screamed loud enough to wake half the neighbourhood in the early morning. He had heard from a few of his paramours that Petunia’s estranged sister had died leaving her baby nephew in her care. Another baby for Petunia to look after was a good thing in Geoffrey’s book – he knew if it weren’t for Petunia’s obsessive need to be seen as normal and her son she would have fallen in love with him like his other regular. And being afraid of what little Dudley would say or think if the large man was spotted always made for a good excuse whenever Geoffrey wanted to escape from the horse-faced woman.

With a final once over in the mirror, Geoffrey deemed himself presentable and went out for his latest romp.


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“- and I told Elaine that Mrs. Druidi was allergic to nuts, but of course she just had to bring in her family dish of pecan pie to the pot luck anyway. Being the thoughtful woman that I was, I went up to –“

Geoffrey forcibly kept his expression as interested, or at the very least neutral. Good lord, why must these house-wives gossip so much?! If this is what they considered to be good pillow-talk, no wonder why they were all sexually frustrated. If Geoffrey wasn’t part incubus he probably wouldn’t consider sex worth suffering through this either.

“Did you hear that?” Geoffrey asked, trying to make an opening to escape.

“Hear what?” Petunia asked alarmed.

“I thought I heard a kid cry. Maybe your son woke up from his nap.”

“No, Duddikums always sleeps for hours after eating a large meal.” Petunia replied. “And I made sure that he ate right before you came.”

“How about the other kid? Your nephew?”

Geoffrey was surprised at how cold and hard the woman’s face became at the mention of her nephew. Sure, all the ladies had said that Petunia had been estranged with her sister but that was no reason to show such hostility to a baby even if it was a despised sister’s son.

“He knows better than to cry for attention.” Petunia stated as cold hard fact.

Geoffrey felt a chill go down his spine at those words. What did she mean “he knows better”? It was just a kid for Christ’s sake!

“Maybe you should check on him anyway; I mean it must be a tough adjustment for him to be so young and have your parents die and then shipped off to virtual strangers.” Geoffrey continued, starting to feel for the little guy despite never having laid eyes on him.

After a moment of awkward silence, Petunia turned her back on him. “I think you should go now. I don’t want anyone to catch you here.”

The part incubus was confused by the usual guilt-ridden clingy woman’s sudden coldness, but he wasn’t going to argue with her or her sudden attitude. The blond quickly got dressed and allowed the up-tight woman to usher out of the bedroom and down the stairs. But before he got any further a small noise caught his attention.

“What was that?” Geoffrey asked, taking note of Petunia’s panicked eyes and wringing hands.

“It was nothing!” The horse-faced woman exclaimed, all but pushing Geoffrey towards the front door now.

“There! There it is again!” Geoffrey exclaimed, trying to pinpoint the origin of the quiet whimpering. “It sounds like its coming from the cupboard.”

Ignoring Petunia’s protests, the blond man opened the storage cupboard under the stairs and peeked inside. What he found shocked him.

A small baby, with a head full of messy black hair and the greenest eyes he had ever seen blinked at the sudden light before staring at Geoffrey beseechingly, asking with his eyes to be held but too afraid to reach out his arms for it. The part-incubus was torn between the sweet and cuddly feelings invoked by the heart melting child in front of him and righteous anger and fury at the despicable woman standing behind him. And as he reached forward to grab the child he was further surprised by the jolt of recognition from his incubus side – the child was part incubus as well, and at least half-incubus from what he could sense.

Cradling the baby to his chest, Geoffrey turned smouldering eyes on the woman.

“You will tell me everything there is to know about this child, and you will do it now.” He demanded in a no-nonsense voice.


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“Uncle Jeffy, Uncle Jeffy!” 5 year-old Harry Potter yelled out happily. “Guess what me an’ Uncle Colin found?”

“What?” Geoffrey asked, leaning over hands on knees to see eye to eye with his little ward.

“A froggie!” Harry proclaimed proudly, opening his cupped hands to allow his loving ‘uncle’ a look at the dark green amphibian held in his tiny palm. The frog, realizing that its prison had opened up, wasted no time to hop away to freedom and the small pond from which it came.

Rather than pout or be sad that his prize had escaped, Harry let out a squeal of pure delight and started to once again chase the frog around their large open back yard (Geoffrey had moved once he got custody of Harry, opting for a smaller house with a larger yard which backed into a ravine), getting progressively muddier and more dishevelled with every failed dive and attempt to catch his elusive prey.

A small groan and plop beside him made Geoffrey’s indulgent chuckle turn into a full blown laugh at the sight of his best friend in such a dirty state.

“Yeah, yeah; laugh it up.” Colin DuBois – also known as Uncle Colin to little Harry – said as he cleaned off most of the mud with a quick wave of his wand. “But next time Harry looks at you with those big green eyes of his and asks if you want to play with him, we’ll see how you look and who’ll be laughing then.”

After Geoffrey had discovered Harry’s existence in the cupboard under the stairs of the Dursley household, he and Petunia had had a long chat. After a little convincing, Petunia had told all she knew about her sister, the wizarding world and Harry’s role in it including handing over the letter that an Albus Dumbledore had left for her.

Geoffrey had known that there was no way he could leave Harry with them – before incubi hit puberty, their main food source was the love and affection of their parents and family. Harry would’ve died in his first month with the Dursleys since even though they took the baby in, the most positive emotion shown to Harry had been apathy. Thankfully the Dursleys had been quite eager to give the child up when Geoffrey had demanded to adopt him.

Which left the problem of wizards. Geoffrey may have had magical creature blood, but he was still a muggle. Thankfully he did have distant relatives who were wizards, and among them one relative came to mind; Colin Dubois. Colin had been a Godsend these past few years since he had arranged for goblins to erect wards around Geoffrey's humble house and was responsible for teaching Harry everything he needed to know before the little boy re-entered the wizarding world.

Colin was shorter and slimmer than Geoffrey, with brown hair and eyes. And even though you may be tempted to consider him average due to his height, build and non-exotic colouring, just looking at him would be enough to ensure you that he was anything but. He worked as a reporter for the Daily Prophet; namely as an interviewer since his jaw-dropping looks, gorgeous smile and undeniable charm could convince anyone to talk with him on or off the record.

Geoffrey and Colin had first met in their teen years (Geoffrey had been 18 and Colin 13) and had clicked right away for no other reason than they had both been outcasts in their family. Geoffrey had been the result of an affair, and since his birth father (a regular muggle) had not wanted him with his legitimate family (who had been oblivious to the affair and its result), the blond had been raised and surrounded by his incubus mother’s side. He and his mother had both been scorned for their small percentage of creature blood – Geoffrey’s mother could only change her eye, hair and skin colours a few shades and Geoffrey had no shift-shaping abilities to speak of.

Colin had even less incubus blood than Geoffrey, but unlike the blond the rest of Colin’s family had been wizards and not muggles. Unfortunately though, Colin’s wizarding part of the family had all been murdered by Voldemort and was therefore left in the care of his previously unknown incubus relatives where he had also been labelled as an outcast. Since then Geoffrey and Colin had been the closest each other had to real family and had kept in touch throughout the years.

So when Geoffrey had realized that his new ward was a wizard (and a rather important one at that), he had called his distant cousin to help raise the child and to provide magical protection. It had been hard trying to figure out the proper way to raise a child (it wasn’t like either had any experience on the matter), but they had managed so far. And to this day neither regretted their choice in taking Harry in.

Together they were teaching their ward about everything they knew and could get their hands on from the muggle world, the wizarding world and their incubus heritage. They wanted to prepare their adorable nephew for anything and everything life might throw at them.

Geoffrey looked up at the darkening sky. Perhaps it was time to call it a day.

“Okay Harry; time to go inside!”

Harry groaned in protest. “But Uncle Jeffy!” the young boy whined. “Do I haf’ to?”

“Yes; it’s getting late.” Geoffrey replied, stealing himself against Harry’s adorable pout. Honestly, that boy had the most lethal puppy-dog eyes in the whole world. “But if you come inside and have your bath like a good little boy Uncle Colin will read to you.”

Harry’s eyes lit with excitement and he all but ran into the house, barely giving his uncle enough time to catch him and swing him up to his arms before he tracked mud all over the floor. His guardian just ruffled the messy locks playfully before making his way upstairs, ready bring an end to another day.


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A/N: It's a short chapter, and not much happens but I wanted to post it while the idea was fresh. Harry's going to be off to Hogwarts next chapter, and I think I'll just skim over the first few years (a chapter per year) until Harry's fifth year when he hits puberty and whatnot.