Forever Yours

Chapter 3

A/N: Just a heads up to everyone reading this and expecting Harry and Lucius to just scamper off into the nearest bed to *cough*. Im sorry to say that there are more reasons to Harry’s tears and fear at being ‘a sex-starved demon’ than he told the Headmaster( will be revealed soon). So if your looking for a short story with some hott man-sex that leaves you with WAFF, then leave. Though it may leave you with warm and fuzzies, this is not a short story. Harry will be bottom to Lucius if you didn’t know. This also a post war story.


Let me take the time now to thank everyone who reviewed my story so far. I was so happy with the reviews that I gave random hugs to a lot of the girls in my dorm... anyway. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!



Harry was numb with shock. ‘My parents are not my real parents...’ This thread of thought was replayed in Harry’s mind over and over again until slowly his dazed eyes refocused onto his surroundings including two worried blue eyes regarding Harry over half-moon spectacles, the eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

It was at this point that Harry realized he was not wearing his glasses and he could see perfectly. But, Harry gave that information a back seat to the other shockers of the day. He did, however, wonder if he had changed physically in other ways. Harry nearly cried again at the mere thought.

Harry quickly got over the feeling though. He pushed thoughts of his possible new appearance to the back of his mind and silently regarded the Headmaster. Their eyes locked and Harry got the impression that his professor was nervous about something. There was nothing strange about the way Dumbledore was standing or anything in his eyes, but somehow Harry knew- he just knew- that the Headmaster was nervous. Really Nervous.

That was when it clicked in Harry’s mind as to a reason for Dumbledore’s wariness, “Headmaster, how long have I been here?” A glance out of a nearby window told Harry that it was dark outside, but not much else.

The Headmaster’s nervous ‘energy’, as Harry dubbed it, increased. “We found you and brought you here, my boy, only about three hours ago.”

Harry gave the Headmaster a strange look, but changed the subject. “How do you know Im a... know what I am? I could something else.”

“Yes, as to that. I have something to give you Harry. Something that was left in my care, to be given to you on your 16th birthday.” Dumbledore made a big show of searching through his colorful robes for what he wanted. With a small, “Ah, ha!” He pulled out a sealed envelope, which he then handed to Harry. Some of his nervousness seemed gone.

The green eyed young man looked at the innocent paper with trepidation. He slowly reached for the object with a shaky hand. After Harry had the letter, by the feel of it, in his hand, he didn’t want to open it or read it. The frightened boy rested his hands and the letter in his lap. Large green eyes rose up the look at the Headmaster, “Please, could I read it alone?”

Dumbledore nodded and quickly left the boy to his peace. Silently happy that he had an excuse to leave. ‘That boy can be so tedious.’ Albus would never say such things out loud, however. Walls did, after all, have ears. And far too often, voices as well.
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Harry gazed at the letter, it had an unfamiliar seal on it. The wax was dark blue. The seal was a snake coiled around the blade and hilt of a sword. The serpent’s head rested on the ground, as if it was climbing down the weapon.

Harry’s curiosity soon won out over fear and he slowly broke the seal. The letter inside was not very long and was written in purple ink in a style Harry didn’t recognize. ‘It was not written by my mum or dad.’ Harry was, of course, referring to Lily and James. The scrawl was masculine, Harry noted, as he began to read.

My son,

Harry flinched a bit at reading that, knowing now, without a doubt that this letter was from his real father.

I know you don’t know me. I was not even there to see your birth, for that I can never forgive your mother. She forbad me from ever coming near you, her person, or any of her family and friends. But that is history now. I must write you now because there is something about me she never knew, Im a half- blood succubus. If you know already that you are also, then let me explain how we are both half blood.

Though many wizard families have bred magical creature blood into their lines, it is possible to breed it out again over generations. However most families were hesitant to put succubus blood in their genes because once it is there, the heritage cannot be thinned. Half succubi will always have half-blooded children, unless their mate is a full blood succubus.

Your real mother is Lily Evans, we had an on/off affair before she married a man named James Potter. It was only after two months of marriage that your mother discovered she was pregnant. She was magically tested to see if the child was James’. She had to pay a lot of money to two medi-wizards so her secret would not get out. That she was carrying my child.

I knew the next time saw her that she was with child, you, my child. She demanded that I tell no one about it. I didn’t because in succubus society, the barer of the children has all final say in those matters.


I wanted to be there for you, my son. My heart broke whenever I thought if you, but it was also lifted by the knowledge that you existed at all. It saddens me to no end that if you are reading this letter then I have ‘gone to my reward’
As my mother like d to put it. Please know that I love you dearly, my son. I wish you all the happiness in the world.

P.S. There is a book called, “The Succubus Inside, Everything a Half Blood Should Know.” It will help serve as a guide to you, since I cannot.

Love, your father
Jack Greystoke

Harry smiled at the letter, it was comforting to know that his birth father had loved him so much. But his smiled was quickly replaced with a look of sadness. He had been hoping, in the back of his mind that he still had parents out there somewhere.

This thought brought Harry to the most shocking part of the letter from Jack, as he knew his father’s name to be. Lily was his real mother and she passed Harry off as another man’s son.

Harry couldn’t imagine the woman whom he had heard so many good things about would do that. Than add to the fact that Lily and James had been dating since 6th year in Hogwarts and the girl next door person he had thought his mother to be was turning into a right tart.

Harry calmly folded the paper back up and put it in the envelope and let it all fall to the floor. Then he broke down from all of the shocks of the day. The small boy turned and buried his face in the pillow on the bed.

Harry screamed into it, trying to relieve some of the pain and frustration of the very early morning gauntlet of life changing information he had acquired. He screamed for the ideals of his mother that were now shattered, for the father he never knew, and for his heritage in general.

When Harry was done, his throat was raw and sore and he had more tears leaking out of his eyes, only to be absorbed by the pillow.

There was some movement to Harry’s left, “Do you feel better now, Harry?” Came a smooth, deep masculine voice from the shadows of the infirmary. A voice Harry knew well and took comfort in.



And that will do it for chapter three. Woot!!! Im not too happy with this chapter, but it will do. I’ll update as soon as can, just keep those wonderful reviews coming. PLEASE!!!!!!