Fallen Angel

Chapter 4


Dumbledore stood in front of the three men and sighed. This was definitely going to be hard to explain.


“Harry. Your mother and father were not humans.” Harry nodded his eyes wide and told Dumbledore to continue.


“Your mother was a succubus. She was given to the Evans’ for her protection. Her real name is Lilith Selene. She was the daughter of the Incubus Demon Prince Mael Ryuu. When the Incubus Demon kingdom went to war with its neighbors,” Dumbledore glanced at Lucius who nodded his head, “the Grigori and their king, Azazel, the prince deemed it best to hide away his only daughter, so he placed her on the doorsteps of the Evans and left her there.” Harry gaped. His grandfather was a demon prince, then that made him a prince or something right? Harry’s head swam. But then that meant…


“So Aunt Petunia isn’t, then how…?”


“The spell worked to protect you because Lily was still loved by the family they accepted her as one of their own thus giving you a safe place to stay away from Voldemort.”


Harry was very confused. But then his angel half….was his dad…?


“And my father was…..?”


“Yes, your father was an angel, a warrior angel. He was raised here on Earth as a child. As an adult he was given a mission, a mission he divulged to me, he was sent to Earth to watch over your mother and kill her if she ever posed a threat or wished to return to her home.” Harry sat stunned and turned to look at the Malfoy’s who also were stunned at the news.


“But it didn’t happen that way, as James grew to know your mother he fell in love and they both decided to get married. But on their wedding day, Mael showed up claiming Lily as his daughter. Your mother in shock proclaimed she wanted nothing to do with him and just wanted to marry James. Of course, your grandfather was furious and declared that no daughter of his would ever marry an angel. Your mother,” Dumbledore chuckled as he remembered her reaction, “she said that she wasn’t a daughter of his. All this, while wearing her wedding dress in front of Sirius, Remus, Peter, myself and their adopted parents.” Dumbledore chuckled again.


“Wait, so, she knew she wasn’t a human?” Harry asked.


“Yes, your father told her on the day he proposed saying he did not want any secret between them if they were to be married. She took it quite well. But I guess she always knew she was different from your average witch. She read a lot. Like someone else I know….” Harry smiled at that comment, so he was like his mother in personality as well and not just his father. Lucius shifted in his seat, then decided to speak up.


“The Dark Lord knew as well.” Harry turned shocked eyes to stare at Lucius accusingly.


“You told him!” Lucius nodded, meeting Harry’s gaze unflinchingly. Harry knew he was probably better off letting Lucius speak his part.


“The Dark Lord knew that I was a Grigori and commanded me to find your mother in order to ally himself with the Grigori King and win the war. When he discovered that she was the mother of the child that would destroy him, he sought them out himself.”


“That’s why he didn’t want to kill her…” Harry said mournfully. His mother had been the fugitive of a demon kingdom and his father had been sent to make sure she never returned. But instead they had fallen in love and against everyone’s wishes had had a child, Harry. Then Voldemort himself had come for her and she had denied him as well, she died to save the child she loved and his father died to save the family they had made. Harry took out the necklace his Aunt had given him and held it close to his chest.


“But if you’re a Grigori then why….?”


“Because you may be the only way to bring our kingdom out of this futile war my father started.” Lucius snorted. Harry gasped, so that meant that Draco and Lucius they were…just like him!


“Plus you are Draco’s mate. Draco will die if you do not accept him, as will you...”


“Lucius!” Dumbledore yelled. Harry paled. He had to accept Draco, or they would both die.


“Why?”


“Because as an incubus your body needs the energy only your mate can give you. Of course you can live off the energy from others but none will satisfy you like the energy from your mate. You will need energy constantly without Draco. And many will be willing to give it to you, as an incubus you hold a very strong control over others sexual desire. A control that you have yet to harness.” Lucius smirked as Harry glared at him.


“So that’s why…”


“Now Harry, what happened between you and your aunt?” Harry turned to stare at Draco, his eyes swirling with fear.


“Why do you fear him, your uncle?” Harry took a breath and let it out


“My uncle…..he molested me and beat me earlier this summer.” Draco jumped up and growled.


“He dared!? He dared to even touch you!?” Lucius also looked ready to murder but Dumbledore shushed them both.


“Harry, why didn’t you tell us?” Harry looked at Dumbledore with tears in his eyes.


“I, well, I l..liked…” Harry stopped choking on the word.


“He forced you to like it…” Lucius said quietly.


“After he beat me that first day, I healed very quickly and well then he came to me that next night and….”

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“Harry, forgive me lad. I promise to make it feel better” Harry winced as his uncle pulled him into a gentle embrace. Harry sighed and relaxed into it. Yes. This was what he wanted. To be loved by the only family he had left. But then Vernon’s hands began to travel south, and Harry began to panic.


“Wait ,Uncle Vernon,” but his protests were swallowed as Vernon covered his mouth with his own and kissed Harry roughly. Harry sobbed as his uncle’s right hand slowly made its way down his stomach, while his left hand held Harry’s hands behind him. Harry struggled as his uncle pushed him down gently on the bed and preceded to remove Harry’s clothes. Harry cried and struggled but Vernon was bigger and in the end he succeeded in stripping Harry of all his clothes.


“Don’t worry lad I just wanna make you feel good.” Harry cried out as his uncle wrapped a hand around his semi-hard cock and began to stroke him. Harry squirmed at the gentle pressure that enveloped his cock. Vernon grinned as Harry began to pant, thrusting into his uncle’s hand. Harry’s long hair stuck to his forehead in small ringlets as he arched his back and moaned. Then Harry’s uncle did the unimaginable, he shimmied his way down Harry’s stomach, no longer needing to hold the boy’s hands as Harry was now a willing participant. Harry screamed as Vernon’s mouth covered his hard cock, eneveloping him in a hot, wet cavern. Harry gasped as he came hard in his uncle’s mouth, Vernon’s sucking and constant humming proving too much for the young man. Vernon sat up, wiping his mouth, as he grinned down at Harry; his face streaked with tears, his eyes blank and staring straight up.


“Good night, Harry,” Vernon chuckled as he left the room locking the door behind him. That was how his aunt had found him the next day after returning home early from her vacation in the Bahamas with her friend. She had been shocked at first to hear that Vernon had beat the boy, then sick as Harry recounted his rape to his aunt, speaking in a voice that sounded as dead as his eyes looked. His aunt, not able to hear anymore grabbed him and hugged him close, as Harry began to cry.


After that incident Petunia kept a close eye on Vernon, but there was no repeat of the first incident, and Harry was treated a lot better by his aunt and cousin, who had heard the whole thing but did nothing. He later confessed this to Harry, crying and asking for forgiveness. Harry forgave him, but Vernon tormented Harry every chance he got, when Petunia was not there. Vernon soon became more violent and Harry often was dismissed from the table by his aunt lest Vernon hurt him.
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“Oh Lord! You poor boy!” Harry turned his teary eyes to the soft voice coming from the doorway. Narcissa had stood silently listening to the boy’s story and felt herself want to reach out and hold him as his aunt had done.


“Well, I think I should handle this, accordingly,” Lucius said quietly, murder burning in his eyes. Draco had gone silent at the sound of his mate’s voice, listening as his rage slowly built up. How dare he! That fat, stupid muggle! He had touched what was rightfully his! Draco looked up as his mother called out his name.


“Draco, please let your father handle this. Right now Harry needs you more than he needs revenge. Draco looked at Harry who still sat on the chair. Draco nodded and turned to Lucius.


“Father I respect you greatly but if you fail in your quest, I will handle it myself and I will handle you.” Lucius nodded curtly and turned to address Dumbledore.


“Are you going to join me?” Dumbledore nodded and they left the mansion in a swirl of cloaks.


“What about Lord Voldemort?” Harry asked a surprised Narcissa and Draco.


“We cannot tell him! He will want you to exchange for armies from my grandfather!”


“Now Draco, why would I do such a thing?” All three turned and gasped as the Dark Lord smirked at them from the doorway.


“Harry, wonderful to see you.”


Ooooo Lord Voldemort what’s he going to do? Will he spare Harry or will he use him?
Find out in the next chapter! Review! Every time you don’t Harry refuses Draco’s love!!