Heir to the Dark Lord

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter.
Summary: AU. Harry grows up knowing everything about his real parents even though Voldemort raised him. But where does the devil and incubi fit into this? Severus/Harry
-Parseltongue-
“Normal speaking”
Heir to the Dark Lord
Chapter Four
Damon slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Lucius on the floor who was slowly coming to his own senses now that the lusting aura had been satisfied it had backed off and was letting Lucius have control of his thoughts and body again. The energy that had been sucked from him during the sex filling up Damon with a sense of impossible power and strength.
Lucius suddenly moved quickly, more quickly than he probably should have since he had lost quite a bit of energy in the giving of it to the incubus who was still chained to the wall in front of him. Holding his hands over his face he let it clear properly before he looked down onto himself to figure out what was going on. He was still naked and he was still covered in the remains of what had just occurred.
Still shocked that he had done what he had apparently done, he wondered how the hell it had happened to him to make him do something like this. His Lords son, he had just had sex with his Lords underage son. The lords underage son who was the same age as the son that he had at home, if not a bit younger than that.
Horrified by what he realized that he had done, he knew that his Lord would not let him off with the excuse that he was under the influence of something that he couldn’t understand. Something had forced him to have sex with the boy. No he was going to be dead once the Dark Lord found out about this there was no doubt about it. He was a dead man walking.
To make it even worse he was married and if his wife ever found out she would be horrified and would no doubt divorce him and try to take his only son away with her, as he would be considered a danger to his son. A danger of repeat offending. He was now a paedophile. How could he ever show his face to anyone again with this hanging over him even if no one else ever knew he still would know.
As Lucius let his head run away with it’s wild ideas, he got up and spelled away the mess on himself and on Damon. Getting his clothes on, he wanted at least the layers of his clothes between them before he went near the boy again. He didn’t know if what had happened before could possibly happen again, and if it did, he would have preferred for it not to. At least with his clothes on he felt a physical barrier between them so hopefully it would stop it.
Unlocking the chains that couldn’t be unlocked with magic. He then swept from the room as quickly as possible with Damon calling after him to stop.
Damon stood up looking at the door that Lucius had just left from. He was going to be in so much trouble when he told his father. Voldemort had demanded that if he felt the need was getting too much to handle to come to him. He wouldn’t be mad if he had to have sex with his son, because he knew that he would die otherwise. He knew the risks of holding it back for too long, the risks that Damon was taking to try and find his mate and have his mate for the first time. Unfortunately for Damon he had believed that his mate probably wouldn’t be the first time, and sadly he had been right.
Picking up his clothes, Damon put the loose fitting clothing on, it allowed more movement and was helpful when he was practicing Defence Against the Dark Arts with Lucius.
Lucius had begun at the start with Physical exercise to boost the physical capabilities of the body. It was no use knowing magic beyond one’s wildest dreams if when the time came to use it your body gave out before you could win. So Martial Arts were studied and he had them refined down to an art form now. Then they had progressed onto weaponry. Swords, sabres, daggers, crossbow, and anything else that could every possibly be used as a weapon. He even learnt how to improvise should your surroundings only have ordinary items that would normally be thought of as having no worth as a weapon.
Many of the weapons could also be used as a magical focus in battle, much like a wand was. Today Lucius had been brushing up on his skills as a swordsman, each of their swords acting as a magical focus for more power in the weapon than any muggle could handle.
Dressed once again, Damon walked a little awkwardly out of the room and into the hall closing the door gently behind him so that no one would hear it. A throbbing mild ache was the result of what had just occurred, and Damon wasn’t going to complain, it wasn’t painful and he rather like it. Although it did make walking normally quite awkward.
Following the old trails that he had walked along through the halls of the manor many times over, Damon made his way to his fathers study where he would be going over certain details in his plans and seeing the reports that had been made. He had to tell his father exactly what had happened, after all he would find out one way or the other, even if Damon didn’t tell him. So if he told it to his father there would be less blood shed hopefully.
As it would happen, he ran into Alex first who sniffed the air around Damon for a moment, his nose screwed up for a moment with the rest of his face in a confused scowl.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” Damon said looking at the face the Vampire was making.
“For some strange reason your scent has changed slightly. A more desirable scent if nothing else and you smell like you have just had sex, which I would find rather interesting since you are only twelve and almost thirteen,” Alex calmly said
“Oh,” Damon blushed lightly. “Well I suppose that you would figure out if given enough time anyway. See, I am part incubus and as such have many of their attributes. It just happens that my powers have been awoken and I imagine that you know what the end of the awakening of an incubi’s power entails.”
Alex nodded and looked down at the boy who was in front of him.
“Yes, they need to have sex with a person of either gender depending on what gender their mate is. From what I can tell you just had sex with Lucius, yes?” Alex enquired.
“Yes, and that was easy to figure out, as I normally would be having practice with Lucius at the moment, he never lets anyone skimp out of his lessons, or at least he has never let me,” Damon agreed.
“Well then, all I can say is have fun telling your father, unless you can figure out a way to tell him without Lucius in the room, if not, then you might just have a dead person on your hands,” Alex warned. “You should also go and have a bath, I don’t want you showing up for the lesson in two hours still smelling like sex thank you.”
Walking off, Damon just watched the Vampire Prince wondering how he appeared out of nowhere and left the same way. He always seemed to appear like he knew something that you didn’t and often said most of the time good advise. Coming up to Voldemort’s study he opened the door with a flick of his hand.
Just as Damon had predicted, Voldemort was in his study, although he wasn’t working he was eating his lunch.
Voldemort looked up confused as he saw his son walk through the doors that had been opened by magic. None of his Death Eaters would dare to open the doors without knocking. His son appeared to be distressed but was hiding it quite well. Only Voldemort could see the slight signs of the distress pressing through the mask that Damon had on to mask them.
Then he looked at his watch, it was still an hour before Damon was supposed to finish his lesson with Lucius. Lucius never let Damon go early, no matter what had happened, unless he had been called by Voldemort or if their was some sort of disaster that he had to attend to that no one else could. After all it was important that Damon practice his Dark Arts, his Defence Magic and his fitness least he loose his edge on them.
“Damon, sit down, join me for lunch, god knows the house elves sent up more than enough for a small army,” Voldemort flatly ordered the child.
“Yes father,” Damon responded
Damon sat down on the only other chair under the table and filled his plate with his favourites from the dishes offered. He ate until he could eat no more. His hand twitched as he waited for his father to finish up his food as well. He tried to think out the way that he was supposed to tell his father what had happened without getting Lucius killed in the process. Lucius was a good teacher and Damon liked him enough to not want him dead for such a trivial issue.
Voldemort put his knife and fork down, and all of the plates disappeared back to the kitchen to be cleaned. He looked into his son’s eyes and spoke softly.
“What is it that you want to tell me Damon?” Voldemort asked.
“Father,” Damon began a little shakily. “Please sonly blame Lucius for what has happened. It was in no way his fault and I don’t want him punished for something that he couldn’t fight against. If anyone should be punished then it should be myself as the issue that has arisen is all my fault.”
Raising only an eyebrow, Voldemort wondered what issue could possibly have his son so worried for his Death Eaters safety. What could possibly have happened to make him so distressed that he was now slightly, and openly twitching. Hell his voice was even shaky and unsure if he should say anything at all. So he nodded him head letting Damon know that he would not punished Lucius for what he had done.
A sigh of relief came from Damon’s mouth as he saw his father nod. Lucius was safe now, his father had never ever gone against his words or actions when it had concerned Damon before. So Damon knew that he wouldn’t do it now either. So he proceeded to tell his father what had happened.
“It seems that I had underestimated myself control over my incubus powers. Unfortunately it built up until finally it spilled the banks that I had force it into as I also ended my magical puberty. The powers flowed through the room, I desired sexual contact and sex much alike a dehydrated man in the desert desires water. Lucius was of course the only other person in the room so the powers zoned in on him and I know the Lusting Aura swayed his mind to my desires. Then Lucius and I had sex,” Damon explained quickly as if expecting that his father was going to go into a rage.
To say that Voldemort was shocked was a little bit of an understatement. He had not actually expected for Damon to finish puberty until he was well into his teens, not just about thirteen. It seemed that Damon’s incubus side was in more control than was previously thought, and had forced the end of puberty to hit many years earlier than it should have. He was angry to say the least though that the world refused to work in his favour. Now he had some damage control to do, not only with Damon but also with Lucius who was no doubt freaking himself out on the thoughts that I am going to kill him if and once I find this out.
Calmly Voldemort looked at his son, not letting his anger at the world show through his mast of calm, “So I am free to assume that you are gay or bisexual then?” he enquired.
He was able to breath properly again, even though he hadn’t realised that he had been holding his breath at the time in wait for his answer.
“Not bisexual, I am definitely gay. In the lead up to having sex with Lucius, I was getting feelings and inklings of wanting towards only Lucius, Alex and yourself. Never was it active whenever Narcissa or Bellatrix were around. They seemed to grow a hell of a lot more insistent when Severus was around, so I strongly suspect that he could be my life mate,” Damon said.
“Well I suppose that we can be thankful that your potential life mate is someone that we know and can trust,” Voldemort commented lightly. “We are going to have to sort things out with Lucius, I can’t have him thinking that I am going to kill him when he least expects it because of something that was so far out of his control that even I wouldn’t have been able to stop it. We will have to discuss this with Severus if he turns out to be your mate. The other we will decide about that later, although I suspect that Alex will figure it out even if you don’t tell him. Vampire senses and all that rubbish.”
“Call Lucius now, the sooner he finds out the better, you know that I don’t like treating my teachers and friends like this,” Damon pleaded. “Who knows how he is feeling at the moment, he has a son that is around about my age too.” Damon gasped and shuddered “he might think that he can’t trust himself to be around his own son anymore.”
Voldemort smiled to his son, while he didn’t think on it very often, he had figured out the reason why he needed Damon, his foster son by his side. Not just for the power, which he wouldn’t deny was a small part of the reason. Damon was his balance, his way to stop himself from doing anything that was too crazy or insane. Hell Damon was the only reason that he was sane anymore. Knowing that there was a child who depended entirely on his living and his sanity, had forced him to make sure that he didn’t delve too deep into the dark arts and loose his mind.
“Yes I’d say he feels immense guilt. As you already said, he does have a son, I believe that he is about two months older than you are. He id of course married to Narcissa and I believe that she would never forgive him should he do anything to fall from my graces. That and he will be scared shitless of what I am going to do to him once I find out what he has done. After all you are my son,” Voldemort listed Lucius’ possible thoughts.
Damon merely nodded knowing that his father was probably right.
“This all could have been avoided if he had not dressed and left the room straight after he had gotten enough energy back to stand up. He left as soon as he physically was able to get up and move around,” Damon growled angrily. “If he had only waited, I would have gladly explained it to him and he wouldn’t be under the stress he is at the moment no doubt under.”
Voldemort ignored the growls coming from his son and waited patiently for him to finish. The patience that he reserved, especially, for his son. With a flick of his hand, he signalled for Damon to hide in the shadows and wait. If he was to call Lucius, then he would need another person in the room to do so, and they wouldn’t know of Damon’s presence, and they definitely weren’t going to find out any time soon.
Calling in one of the guards at the door, Damon disappeared into a shadow so that even Voldemort had trouble seeing him, even though he knew that Damon was there and knew exactly where he was hiding. The Death eater who had come in, of course had no reason to think that there was someone else in the room and didn’t suspect a single thing.
The man knelt down keeping absolutely silent, as a loyal member of the Dark Lords, he had no right to question what his master wanted him for. He would find out as so as his master wanted him to and not a moment before.
“Give me your right arm,” Voldemort ordered.
Coming closer to the Dark Lord the man held out his right arm knowing now that the Dark Lord was calling to another, or a group of death eaters. It was not his right to question, so he did as ordered with not a sound, even when he felt the pain that was sent through the Dark Mark in his arm when the Dark Lord hissed in parseltongue to the snake in the scull on his arm, the Dark Mark.
With a wave of his hand, Voldemort dismissed the Death eater, there was no reason for him to stay any longer, and he could fins no fault in the way that he had acted since the time that he walked into the room. Loyal followers were few and far between, when one did as he was told and nothing more, he was inclined to leave them be. Not like many of his inner circle they were more inclined to argue and often seemed to be hiding things from him. They often needed punishments.
As the death eater was about to close the door, it opened once again to admit none other than the one that they had been waiting for, Lucius Malfoy in all his stunning glory. While he had a mask of indifference on his features, Damon and Voldemort could sense, almost see his anxiousness. His attempts to hide his nervousness and anxiety were rather impressive if one didn’t know how to properly read someone, they would be none the wiser.
“My Lord, you called for me,” Lucius knelt down, submitting to his lord.
“Yes, Lucius I did. Damon please come and join us. I believe we have something to discuss,” Voldemort’s voice not asking but ordering.
Damon left the relative safety of the shadows that he had been blending into and steadily walked up to his fathers seat and sat down on the floor beside it. A gentle and calming smile on his face trying to reassure Lucius that nothing bad was going to happen. Or at least nothing bad was going to happen to him.
“Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, what have you done…?” Voldemort’s voiced his question with an air of knowing what had happened, but wanting Lucius to admit to it.
“Father, please,” Damon stated a little vexed. “Just tell him or I will!”
It surprised Lucius slightly when Voldemort merely glanced at his son for a moment, no threat of punishment seemed to be in his gaze. So say something as freely and in that kind of tone to the Dark Lord was a death sentence to anyone else, and yet the boy, conceding that he was his son, was going to get off scot free.
“Alright then Damon. My son is as you may have discovered on your own, not entirely human. He is part incubus. For some unknown reason, he had finished puberty before the normal time and so he had to be sexually satisfied or else he would have died within a matter of hours. And will need to do so every two days until the time in which he finds his life mate,” Voldemort explained. “Damon had unknowingly and unwillingly used the Lusting Aura on you during your lesson so that he could feed his body this sexual contact. While you were under the Lusting Aura you could not have possibly known about in the first place, you also would not have been able to reject it either as all records have shown that unlike the Imperious, it is impossible to throw off. As such you went into a trance and felt the needs of his body and fulfilled them. As this is no fault of your own and my son has already fought for your sake, you will not be punished for having sex with my son. You also will not be having sex with my son ever again.”
Lucius seemed to brighten as Voldemort’s words spilled from his mouth, the invisible weight of guilt that had been hanging onto his shoulders seemed to lift.
“Thank you for your mercy my Lord, and young Master,” Lucius stated bowing down deeply, showing his gratitude in his actions as well as his words.
“You are dismissed Lucius,” Voldemort quickly snapped as he looked down to his son again, his eyes no longer as calm as they had been before.
Lucius moved with haste, knowing that he should leave immediately, perhaps Damon wasn’t going to get off as scot free as he had previously thought. Backing out of the room, he shut the door and was gone, his thoughts on how badly Damon was now going to be punished for his impatient words.
Voldemort scowled down to his son, the fierce glare in his eye causing his son to quake slightly under it. It was the same look that Damon remembered seeing each time that he was about to be punished in the worst way that his father could think of without mangling his sons skin too much and killing him. Thankfully Damon had only had this punishment three times before in his life and it was for the same indiscretion, taking out of turn in front of his fathers loyal soldiers. It was forbidden to speak to his father in such tones or to command his father to do anything when others death eaters were around. For a very good reason and Damon understood that they only fought for his father because they knew he was strong and with their help could win the war, but only if he could lead them without showing weakness. Weaknesses could be exploited and letting someone else order him around was a weakness that he couldn’t let his followers see. The insolence would be a death sentence for anyone else. Of course when they were alone, Damon was free to do as he wanted within reason. After all he was still a child.
“Father,” Damon whimpered realising what he had done. “I’m so sorry. I was not thinking properly. I serve any punishment that you think is right for crime I have committed.”
Voldemort nodded his head, proud that his son was man enough to admit that he had done wrong and was willing to take the necessary punishment for his offence. When it came to punishing Damon, Voldemort had always been a little bit odd, his choice of punishment for not following the rules could be as simple as not using magic for a few days, which would also cause punishment from his teachers if he had magic lessons during the punishments, for simple things. At other times, which Voldemort was thankful that it had only happened three times before, he used a very old method. Whipping, no more than five lashed. He didn’t enjoy hurting his son like he did with his deceitful followers and his enemies. He was always careful not to break the skin, not wishing to disfigure or scar his son or to even draw blood if possible. He had to make sure that his son knew that the rules he had to follow were there for a reason and when they were broken he had to be punished harshly to remember why they were there.
“I think that five lashes with be sufficient,” Voldemort stated monotonously. “You know why I made up the rules and you know why they are important to follow don’t you?”
“Yes father,” Damon replied.
“Then you also know that this is a fair and just punishment that I am giving you?” Voldemort enquired to make sure his point was truly being taken to heart and not going in one ear and out the other.
“Yes father,” Damon responded. “Weakness is not allowed to shown to any of your followers, while you have much power and charisma, one against your army of followers is not enough if they decided to rebel against you.”
Bowing his head in shame, Damon stood and followed his father as he walked towards a wall with a hidden door. The rules had been repeated to him since he was a child, drilled into his brain on countless occasions that Damon could hardly believe how stupidly he had acted. His father was right it was fair and just punishment, there was no doubt about that.
In the small room that held no furniture, Damon conjured the chains to hold him to the wall. Taking off his clothes till he was left only with his pants on he placed them down where it wouldn’t get dirty. Putting his wrists into the chains, Damon faced the wall, waiting for the punishment to begin. He was surprised for a moment when nothing happened, but he felt his father’s arm against his jaw.
“Take this in your mouth, so you don’t shatter your teeth,” Voldemort said.
Taking it he clenched his teeth around the small wooden piece with cloth around it as the first lash hit his unprotected back, his eyes clamped shut. Each time he refused to let out even a whimper as the pain shot through his body like bolts of lightening.
As the fifth and last lash hit, Voldemort banished the chains, Damon fell to the floor and curled up into a ball as the pain ran through his body in angry bolts. The mouthpiece fell to the floor and rolled to the side.
Putting the leather whip away, Voldemort came up to his son a and gently picked him up and took him into the small bedroom, and lay the boy down on the large bed with his back to the walls as he refused to uncurl from the ball he was determined to stay in.
Damon tried to push the pain away and out of his mind, but it wasn’t working. The way his body was curled up was only making the pain worse, but his body refused to uncurl itself.
Suddenly, Damon felt something cold and wet touching the burning sensation on his back. He hissed as a hand rubbed the liquid into the whip marks.
“Damon,” Voldemort called to his son. “It’s just me, I have the cream for your lashes. It’ll make them feel better.”
His mind quickly processed that there was no more threats to it and he leaned into the soothing touch of his fathers hand as the pain and burning sensations started to alleviate and cool down immensely.
A gently moan purred from Damon’s mouth as his father finished up.
“Father, what am I supposed to do about the need until we find out who my life mate is?” Damon asked the question that he hadn’t realised till now was very important to his survival, until his mate was found.
To be continued…