Indecent Proposal

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and or any of the characters or idea mentioned in it. Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling


Title: Indecent Proposal
Category: Angst/Creature Fic
Type: Open ended OneShot
Pairing: Slash HP/SS HP/LV
Summary: Harry comes into his inheritance and suddenly everyone around gathers an interest in him…including a Dark Lord.

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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 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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He iced up as he took in the feral facade of the Incubus. Harry's eyes blazed an ethereal emerald and Snapes eyes darkened even further. He could feel the unexpected warmth of the boy's body and the solidity of the lean figure pinning him to the soil. He brought his hands up to drive the boy off of him as gasped in disbelief as his lips were suddenly claimed in a bruising kiss. At first he lay there in astonishment before he felt the boys hands travel down his sides and a hard length pressing up against his thigh and with a grunt shoved at the boy's chest. Potter growled into his mouth and if possible pressed himself down harder on the now very aroused and angry Severus Snape.

How dare he?! Snape snapped and with an animalistic howl launched the boy backwards who ended up in a none to graceful mound at his feet.

Snape stood up instantaneously over the boy, wand poised and prepared should the creature assault him yet again. He felt marginally relieved when Potter seemed to stir from his daze and stared up at his professor in alarm. Snape gnashed his teeth in dissatisfaction. This did not bode well for them.

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Severus Snape strode from the room of requirement like the devil was chasing him. Potter, that inept, stupid bone-headed child had practically molested him. Him, the head of Slytherin, bat of the dungeons. What's worse is that the boys thrall hadn't even been at full strength, it was only beginning to peak. It was different than Severus remembered it. When he saved the boy from his relatives' house he had been the one drawn to the boy. Frightened and confused his thrall had practically screamed that Potter was a bitch in heat, enticing anyone within a mile radius of the boy to claim him. Just now it had felt different.

Severus shivered as he remembered the boy's strength, the feral snarls and the aggression. The boy was under the spell of his own thrall. Things weren't so simple anymore, the headmaster had to be informed if the boy's body had already built up a resistance to the Suppressing Potion in his system, the boy could attack anyone even one of the students. Oh sweet Merlin, the students were coming back in four days time and they had an uncontrollable sexual predator on the loose. Severus renewed his steps with vigour.

As he approached the stone gargoyle it sprung aside, a testament to how menacing he appeared. That's right he was intimidating, incubi be damned. Why just the audacity of the boy, pressing him down into the solid ground and sweet smelling grass under them, the fixation in the bright green gaze and the snarls he emitted as he crushed his swollen lips against that of his greasy potion masters.

Severus raised a potion stained finger to his lips and winced feeling it tender. Inspecting the finger closely it came away with blood on it. The boy had bitten him! He stopped in front of the headmasters' door and took his wand from his pocket and cleared away the blood. He adjusted his robes to hide his arousal. It was his body's natural reaction, he reasoned.

He inspected himself once more before he raised his hand and rapped his knuckles three times firmly on the solid mahogany door.


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Harry flinched when the arms closed around him and he was pulled into Mrs Weasleys' hug. He sighed marginally and relaxed into the embrace when he felt nothing from his thrall, not even a tingle. He gripped her tightly feeling his throat close up with emotion that he only just managed to crush back down. Mrs Weasley it seemed understood. After long silent moments she gave him one last squeeze before she released him slowly. She cupped his cheeks in a motherly gesture and her warm blue eyes scanned his. "How are you Harry?" the absence of her usual possessive nouns for him echoed the graveness of the situation and Harry smiled gratefully for her support.

"I'm okay. That is to say- I mean- I'm in a bit trouble quite frankly" he admitted almost in a whisper. She nodded and backed herself up slightly to give him space. She frowned in concern as Harry retook his seat before the headmaster, taking her own beside Him. Dumbledore lifted his wand a steaming pot of tea floated over and poured itself into three flowery mugs. Nobody spoke as the headmaster then raised his wand again and sent Mrs Weasley and Harry a mug each in turn. He picked up his own and took a sip before cupping both hands around it for warmth. He then sighed and looked up at Harry, the twinkle in his eyes no longer present and instead he seemed to apologise in advance for his next words.

"Thank you for coming Molly. I know you've been absent from order meetings for the last week but I assume Arthur has filled you on a few things".

"Not really Albus, you see none of us have heard very much at all I'm afraid. Only that, Harry-' she smiled at him "was taken away from the muggles after he fell sick at their hands and was brought here, about time too if you ask me what with the kind of muggles Minerva tells me they are. She's even told me the fat one brings ducks into the bath with him". Harry couldn't help it and despite how emotional he was feeling he laughed, long pent up emotions that seemed to be choking him came rushing out of him at last and he felt himself crying through his laughter. Molly patted his back in concern at his tears and a spark of amusement brightened Dumbledore's eyes.

"It's good to hear you laugh again, my boy. I was beginning to think I'd never hear that sound again". Harry wiped his hands across his eyes gaining control of himself once again, his chest felt lighter now. It didn't last long though when Dumbledore became serious once more and filled her in on what had happened to Harry over the last two weeks. She grasped a hand to her mouth when he cancelled the glamour on Harry and she saw the wings secured to his back by a leather harness.

She heard how Voldemort had manipulated the wards around privet drive using old creature magic and what followed when he'd got access to Harry. At this point Harry looked around the room intent on tuning them out. He stood up to pet Fawks who was roosting across the room on her perch. The Phoenix cocked its head to the side; no doubt finding the boy wings odd.

"-which is why Harry needs somewhere to stay, until we can get back in touch with Severus". Harry perked up at this. Snape was missing? Harry had never liked the oversized bat but he never wanted him dead. Had Voldemort gotten hold of him? Why hadn't Dumbledore told him?

"Albus Dumbledore, don't you dare ask me what you're about to ask me" Harry felt pain strike his chest followed by panic, if the Weasleys didn't want him then where could he go? But when he looked at her Mrs Weasley smiled. "Harry has never needed an invitation to stay with us. Why he's practically one of our own and we look after our own. Isn't that right Harry dear?" He let out a quiet sigh of relief but frowned.

"Sir, won't this put the Weasleys at risk from Voldemort? And what about my thrall?". Ignoring the tisk from Mrs Weasley Dumbledore smiled.

'Harry even without you in the picture they would still be at risk, as members of the Order of the Phoenix they're prime candidates for attack from Voldemorts forces. As for your thrall well, Molly and Mrs Granger are currently the only ones residing on the third floor of the Burrow as it seems the boys, Ginny and Arthur have picked up an awful case of the magical measles. A result of the twins pranks gone wrong I believe".

Harry blushed keeping his eyes on the old headmaster as he spoke "Won't Hermione and Mrs Weasley get affected too?" "Oh no, not at all, Harry. You see only males can breed with the Incubus so only males are influenced. Ms Granger Mrs Weasley and indeed Miss Weasley will be quite immune to your charms".

Harry looked to Mrs Weasley and nodded. "One day I'll be able to thank you for everything you've given me but for now at least I can do this. Sir, I'd like my vaults and everything I own to go to the Weasleys in the event of my death, except the photo album and my dad's cloak I want Remus to have those. Can you arrange that for me?"

Mrs Weasley frowned "Don't say that Harry, you're going to grow up and live a healthy and long life with the person you love". Harry smiled but looked to the headmaster over his half-moon spectacles. Dumbledore nodded "So be it".


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Harry smiled as he took in the sight of the structurally challenged building before him. He'd always considered Hogwarts his home, but if the phrase 'home is where the heart is' rang true then this was where his heart was, with the people in this house.

They'd port keyed from the boundaries of the old castles wards straight into the front garden of the Burrow. It was dark by the time they arrived and Mrs Weasley put an arm around his waist and with an encouraging smile guided him towards the house. She stopped him however when they had closed the front door behind them.

"I imagine Ginny, Arthur, and the boys are having tea at this stage but we can see them tomorrow. Instead why don't I fix you up something to eat and you can go see Hermione. She's on the third floor". Harry nodded and left Mrs Weasley to enter the kitchen where the hum of voices flooded out before she closed the door behind her.

Harry turned to head up the stairs only to freeze as two people came down at the same time conversing quietly. Bill and Charlie made their way down before Bill noticed him and sent him a warm greeting. "Oh hello Harry. Mum didn't mention you were coming to stay". Harry smiled back and took the hand offered to him. "Kind of a last minute thing, I guess" he offered. Bill smiled, "you've met Charlie right?".

The older Weasley was similar in height to Bill but nothing in girth. Whereas Bill looked more like Arthur, tall and defined, Charlie had his mothers round features and an impressive build to him. The accompaniment of burn scars on his hands and forearms was a testament to his work in Romania with dragons. Charlie smiled tiredly and shook Harry's hands firmly.

"Hello Harry, nice to see you agai-" As Charlie's voice faltered and his brow creased in concentration. Harry felt a slight tingle go through him at the warm hand covering his but a familiar ache in his scar brought him back to reality and he pulled his hand out of Charlie's as his wings twitched to come undone from the harness on his back. Bill notice the exchange and coughed. Charlie blinked in surprise and shook himself.

"Well I guess we best get going, dinner won't eat itself. We'll see you tomorrow Harry. Hermione is up there on the third floor". Harry smiled in thanks before passing the brothers and continuing up the stairs. He sighed in relief. Why it was that Bill hadn't been affected but Charlie had he didn't know? Then he remembered, Charlie had recently been in contact with dragons and maybe some of the males musk had lingered triggering Harrys thrall to react in kind. One thing was for sure, he would have to avoid the eldest Weasley son for the duration of his stay.


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Harry sat with his arms hugged around him on the old mattress. His eyes were swollen and his nose red. Tears of frustration and guilt ran down his cheeks as he heard the voices arguing outside his room. He'd refused to let anyone in. Not even Mrs Weasley who he could tell was starting to get anxious.

Another loud rap on door sounded, this time Hermione's voice drifted through. "Harry please we just want to make sure you're ok" her voice broke on the last word and the sound of her crying was accompanied by a male voice trying to comfort her. Ok? He wasn't ok. How could he be ok? He'd attacked Charlie and almost done the unthinkable. He would have done too had Mrs Weasley not come home and shrieked in alarm, Harry had abruptly come to from his daze seeing the Weasleys all standing in the kitchen doorway and with Charlie lying beneath him half naked, his eyes black with lust, his chest smothered in scratches and bites.

Taking fright Harry had pulled himself off of the elder Weasley and raced up the stairs. That had been hours ago and Harry had locked himself in his room and would admit no one entrance, forcing the two Women to room on the second floor with the rest of family. They apparently had never been sick in the first place. Mrs Weasley has spun him that lie so he wouldn't feel put out.

Harry had sustained nothing but a bad headache from the incident. The suppressing potion in his system flooded his body with endorphins, those he would otherwise gain from mating the headmaster had told him, so the effects were simply an overdose of endorphins in his blood.

Harry became concerned as the voices grew louder, it sounded like Bill and Charlie were arguing with one another. "Stop it!" He heard Mrs Weasleys panicked cry and realised with dismay that the men were actually giving it a good go. A knock his door sounded again and Hermione's voice filtered through again. "Harry please come out. We know its not your fault, real-" she stopped there as a door slammed and everything went quiet before all hell broke loose it seemed. The sounds of crashing delf and bellows of pain echoed from downstairs. Shouting was heard before feet pounded up the stairs. 'Mrs Weasley what's going on?" Hermione gasped. Harry fearing the worst stood up to open the door but stopped as Mrs Weasleys voice filled his ears.

"HARRY! DON'T COME OUT YOU HEAR ME? DON"T OPEN THE DOOR! Hermione stay here, don't move!" she told Hermione before she raced back down the stairs. Harry tugged on the door handle only to find that wasn't budging "Oh my god!" "Hermione what's going on? I can't open the door!". He tugged again "Harry! Don't open it, they found you Harry, the Death Eaters. He's here!"

Harry let go the handle like it burned him, shock running through his system. Voldemort was here attacking the Weasleys in order to get to him. His logical self said to get out there and protect his family, race down the stairs and burst out of the house and into the fray but when he reached for the handle again images flashed before his eyes.

A cast-iron grip on his hip had him hissing in pain before a sharp set of teeth grazed his jugular; the feel of the long, limber body grinding against him sent shock
waves of euphoria tingling right up through his body and he shivered
violently. Those teeth raked down his throat across his collarbone before
sinking into the muscled flesh of his trapezius, and he unconsciously tilted
his head to allow for better access.

With a cry of horror Harry stumbled back from the door. He wings broke free of the harness and wrapped themselves around him. With disgust Harry realised he felt tingles from his thrall at the memory.

"Harry! I'm going to help, just stay put and don't move" Harry gasped in understanding and snapped out of his stupor. He pounded on the door. "Hermione no!" but she was already gone racing downstairs. Moments later a girls cry echoed throughout the whole house. "HERMIONE!" Harry quickly checked the hinges on the door. The door opened outwards. He began to ram the door with his shoulder, hard but careful to keep his wings well out of the way. Footsteps sounded on the stairs again and someone pounded on the door form outside. "Harry! Let me in! There's too many of them, we have to get you out of here". "I can't! The door is locked by my magic and Mrs Weasley has my wand!" Hermione was silent for a few moments before he heard her laugh; her laugh grew louder almost insane in its pitch. Harry was worried for her. Then it came, the pain. With the louder Hermione laughed his scar began to burn more intensely. Harry gasped in realisation and backed up from the dark wooden door.

Harry cried out as the door blew off its hinges sending a spray of wood his way. Backing up against the glass of the bedroom window, and he shook frantically on the sill as the dust cleared enough to admit the last person he wanted to see. Voldemorts red eyes zeroed in on him and the nearly lipless mouth curled up in a smirk.

He held out his arms in a mock-offering of a hug. Harry snarled and backed further into the glass keeping his eyes pined on Voldemort, if it came to it he'd jump. Voldemort frowned before he lowered his arms. "You should've come to me, Harry" in the next second he disappeared from Harry vision before reappearing directly in front of Harrys face and clamping his arms around the Incubus pressing him tightly against his chest the quell the sudden struggles. Harry was relieved when the thrall didn't sweep his mind off into a haze and continued his attempts to escape Voldemorts vice-like grip on him.

After a moment an angry growl echoed from the older wizards' chest and spider like fingers reached around the skinny neck before pressing it up against the wall firmly, cutting off the air supply. Not enough to kill his prize he reasoned but enough to make it difficult for it to breath, keeping it weak at the knees.

Voldemorts ruby gaze sought the panicking green ones and Harry felt the stabbing at his mental shields all too suddenly. He didn't have a moment to contemplate a defence. Voldemort gripped Harrys chin tightly with his free hand and raped his memories in a flashing montage of images that induced a head splitting migraine in its victim. It was over in seconds and Harry came out of it with a whimper. He found Voldemort sneering down at him.

"You are a fool Dumbledore-" he looked into the cloudy green eyes unfocused from lack of oxygen and smiled seductively. He released the tension on the neck slightly, ignoring the wheezing breaths taken and glided a hand down the charcoal back feathers. Harry broke out into a sweat and his wings gave a light flap under the attention. His body and hormones were fighting the potion in his system and he knew it wouldn't be long before he lost control once again. When that happened, he knew he didn't want to be within a mile of Voldemort, the thought of having that happen to him once already was enough.

The hairs on his forearms stood up and the heady scent of musk ascended into the air around him.

"No!" A burst of magic caught Voldemort off guard with a shove but he stood his barely. Snarling he cupped a fist and delivered it straight into the boy's diaphragm hearing a dull crack as he did so. Gasping in breathlessness and pain Harry slumped heavily. The Dark Lord let go of the thin neck and pulled the boy to his chest in a firm vice. Having had enough he jabbed his ebony wand sharply into the boys back and stunned him, arm in place to cargo the sudden weight.

When the Dark Lord emerged from the Winding staircase with an armload of unconscious boy-who-lived the Weasley girl began to sob. Molly held her daughter close and glared up at surrounding Death Eaters. Voldemort didn't so much as meet their gazes; if he had he'd have seen the looks of hatred and defiance on each of their faces. Instead he calmly walked out the front door holding Harrys limp figure in his arms. Ron had had enough. Seeing the Dark Lord disappear with his best friend he jumped up but was sent instantly crashing back down to his knees in a full body bind. The Death Eaters holding their wands against them withdrew them and followed their lord out of the house.


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Harry began to awaken and his first thought was why he was so cold. He peeled his eyes open slowly feeling the slight headache. He associated it with the suppressing potion in his system beginning to wear off. He felt stiff and winced as he tried to sit up. It was dark out and he was alone but what really caught his attention was where he found himself. He sat up on the straw covered concrete slab he'd been laying down upon understanding now why he felt so stiff. He gazed groggily around him in the dim light of the waxing moon.

He was in a large bared cell which stood up against a red bricked wall in small courtyard. The courtyard walls enclosed the small square space making it seem shut off from the world. To his left, along the same wall were numerous empty prisons and at the end of the wall was a stone arch way smothered in what looked like Ivy to Harry except where the brick was naked, and the words of some language Harry didn't know curved with the brick. The noisy hum of crickets drifted in from the Archway from what appeared to be bigger manicured lawns.

Harry flinched as he felt his back muscles cramp and extended his rustling wings out as far as he could in his small ten by ten foot cell, sighing in relief when something in his knotted muscles popped. Harry gazed up at the bedspread of stars through the gaps in his bared roof and frowned. Where the hell was he? And how did he get there?

The night-time breeze blew in from the exterior garden separating Harrys feathers and making him shiver from head to foot. Why Voldemort would have placed him here of all places, out in the small and private courtyard where he escaped his notice was beyond him. Why not the dank and dark dungeons he was sure to have.

He didn't bother to test the bars knowing he'd find them solid, there would be no escape without outside help.

A soft hoot from his right caught his attention, where there, in the shaded corner of the yard stood the silhouette of a large stone owl perched atop a tall and slender sundial. He looked closer and found himself staring into two large intelligent yellow eyes. Harry perked up slightly. Not so alone then.

He began to examine his body to locate the soreness he felt. He was fully clothed. A good sign he resigned to himself, he could feel the faint ache of his ribs cage and when examined in detail could even feel a slight splintered feeling. He'd been healed recently. He also looked closer at his wings and noticed five of his primary flight feathers, on both his left and right wings had been spliced to half their original length. This perplexed him.

The only other piece of furniture in his cell was hanging half way up the bars in front of him. It was a rectangle wooden bracket held on to the bars by metal clips, with two metallic and equally empty bowls seated into it. If the presence of bowls were anything to go by, Harry suspected he wouldn't starve. It reminded him sorely of a bird feeder. He felt an epiphany slowly dawning on him and when his mind finally made the connection his gut twisted sickeningly. He was in an Aviary
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Please review - I'll try to respond to all with personal replies.

Things cleared up
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Is Harry mated? - no, mating is different from getting pregnant or having sex. Mating requires both partners to be willing.
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Why did Snape disappear? - Keep reading, surprise in there ;)
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Who can mate with Harry? - Only other males, incl muggles
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What (in this fic) is a Sucubus? - Lilly was a Sucubus. Male form of the Incubus, can mate with female but only breed with males.
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Why would Harry attack Charlie? - Charlie triggered Harry's thrall by carrying around the lingering scent of musk on him. Given off by male Dragons when heards of females come into season. He can't get rid of these as its seeped into his skin, he has to wait for it to wear off.
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Why is Harrys thrall still effecting him with the potionin his system? - Harry is currently on the supressing potion but his thrall can still overpower it. His body has built up a resistance to the drug and without SNape around there is nobody to keep him in check.
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