Harry Potter and the Demon Knight
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Adult +
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7
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44,053
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38
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13 Angry men; Part 1
Hoser; Well, you know what they say; Tease to have them come back!!
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Harry felt something smooth and warm curl up next to him in his sleep. Harry didn't know what it was; Just that it was soft, warm and smelled like flowers... In his half-asleep daze he wrapped his arms a bit more around it, and shifted closer to it, basing in it's warmth and making himself more comfortable....
Imagine his surprise when it shuffled closer to him in return..
Harry's tired eyes opened as he looked at the figure before him.. A sleeping and peaceful form of Ginny Weasley. Curled up next to him, her red hair spread out across his pillow. Harry could recall the events of the previous night.. Like a daydream of a dream that you saw from outside of your own body.. He fought the urge to move.. She was so peaceful, so rested, he didn't want to disturb her..
But another part of him wanted to run away. He couldn't believe what he had done.. Seducing her when she was the only one that checked up on him.. The only one willing to stay with him through his.. Fever? Change? Heat?
Ok, the last was a bit ridiculous, But still..
Lovely, isn't she?... a Voice suddenly sounded. seeming to come from Harry's own mind. Harry Froze.
Harry's face dropped as he continued to look at Ginny. Wait a Second.. That voice just came from his head, and WHILE he was looking at Ginny.. Did that mean?.
Yes, Yes, Yes... I can see what you see and I know what you know.. Plus a little extra.. Like, if you want to Talk to me instead of having me try to Guess what you're think though this FOG, you CAN just reply to me in your own mind...
Harry suddenly felt very annoyed..
FOG?! What he hell are you, and what gives you the right to invade my mind and call it a FOG?!
Well, the fact that i live in here now, for one...
Harry frowned as the revelation of the voice's words washed over him... It that thing lived in his mind now, and wasn't there before last night, that means..
You're the Incubus..
Bingo... Well, Kind of.. You're the Incubus. I'm your Guide.
A guide who's in my mind?" Harry replied sarcastically.
Oh, give it a rest.. There's plenty of space in here. Think about it; You only need 20% of it.. 10% for your connection to Voldermort, and 20% for me... That leaves 50% untouched... As a matter of fact, we should consider renting some of it out.. your frontal lobe will be prime real estate, I'm sure..."
Harry found himself getting more angry at this being.. He sighed in annoyance as he carefully moved out and around as not to wake up Ginny.. Harry then stood up and looked around.. It looked to be right before dawn, as Harry could see around the room from the faint light that came in the window.. Harry looked to the clock that was beside his wand, and froze.. 2 A.M?.. two in the morning?... It was nowhere close to dawn... How in the Hell?..
Low-light vision.. You can't see in the dark, but with a faint mount of light, You can still see.
YOU!... You... Just Shut up. Be quite, I don't want to hear anything from you..
Really?.. Why?...
BECAUSE.. Harry said, then turned and looked to Ginny.. Because.. You make me.. YOU..
Claimed her?.. Harry paled, and felt sick..
DON'T say that... Harry thought to himself.. But in the back of his mind he remembered stories.. Stories of Incubi keeping women under there spell, controlling them, Leaving them with no will of there own..
Harry didn't want that to happen to Ginny.. He didn't want her to be some toy or mindless shell..
Those are lies.. Fiction told by muggles and magical people alike.. Incubi don't enslave there Pure ones.. We cherish them, love them, and take care of them.. The reason they don't want to leave us is because they don't want to... But speacking of the lovely lady.. I think we should get moving.
What do you mean?..
Well, you don't want anyone to catch You and Ginny like this, Do you?..
Harry frown and he looked down, and realized that he was only wearing boxers... and then he looked to Ginny, and realized that she was only being covered by his blanket and want part of her nightgown that wasn't pulled up, down, or shifted in her sleep.. Harry paled.
No, He didn't want Anyone to catch him and Ginny like this.. Let alone her family.
Ok.. What do i have to do?..
First, you need to Clean up the room.. Then we'll put Ginny back in her Room..
"You LOST him!" said Clan Father Darius, a tall, dark-haired man that was standing in the middle of the circle of demons. It was obvious from his voice, statue and placement that he was in charge. And the fact every one else in the meeting hall had there hoods up, faces covered, and showed nothing of themselves outside of their form; male, female, tall, short... decides the Clan Father.
Shadow demons draped in shades of purple, Vampires in different robes of red, Incubi in deeper and deeper shades of green, Succubi in grays and silvers were only a few that were around the circle. Unlike the death eater robes, the robes they wore were colored to show their status and type, not just to hide their face. Surrounded by stone and black drapes and wall hangings lit by faint candlelight and torches, they gathered. All who were here were expecting to welcome the newest addition to their ranks…Harry Potter, all of them looking angered that their chance to welcome him was lost.
They had sent one of their best converters to see to Harry's change, and they had even found a willing Pure One for him, to help make things easier. The pure one, whom would be up for grabs for anyone, if an arrangement wasn't made for her soon.
Every eye was on the converter that was bowing before the Clan Father. His form covered in a deep forest green. He was in the center of the circle, the converter that had lost the newest entry to the Demon Masquerade. Everyone in the room knew he was the one who had failed. Most all, he seemed to know it himself.
"Forgive me, Clan father. I broke his protection easily, and thought that I would be able to grab him before his friend got too close. But his mate hexed me and I couldn't retrieve him in time."
The Clan Father narrowed his eyes and was about to strike out at the converter again. But when the door to the meeting hall bashed open. A group of death eaters, lead by Lord Voldemort himself, let themselves in.
Soon the room had split into two groups; the Demons on one side and the Death eaters on the other. Lord Voldemort in the lead of one group, whilst the Clan Father pushed behind the second.
Voldemort looked at all of the demons, his snake eyes peering at all of them in turn. Some of the demons hissed, a few growled and one of the braver and stronger Succubus's drew out her wings and perching herself at them dangerously.
Lyra; ^.^ Right here!! Hope you like!
Gwenfrewi; ^.^ AWW!! Thank you. And, here you are!
Harry felt something smooth and warm curl up next to him in his sleep. Harry didn't know what it was; Just that it was soft, warm and smelled like flowers... In his half-asleep daze he wrapped his arms a bit more around it, and shifted closer to it, basing in it's warmth and making himself more comfortable....
Imagine his surprise when it shuffled closer to him in return..
Harry's tired eyes opened as he looked at the figure before him.. A sleeping and peaceful form of Ginny Weasley. Curled up next to him, her red hair spread out across his pillow. Harry could recall the events of the previous night.. Like a daydream of a dream that you saw from outside of your own body.. He fought the urge to move.. She was so peaceful, so rested, he didn't want to disturb her..
But another part of him wanted to run away. He couldn't believe what he had done.. Seducing her when she was the only one that checked up on him.. The only one willing to stay with him through his.. Fever? Change? Heat?
Ok, the last was a bit ridiculous, But still..
Lovely, isn't she?... a Voice suddenly sounded. seeming to come from Harry's own mind. Harry Froze.
Harry's face dropped as he continued to look at Ginny. Wait a Second.. That voice just came from his head, and WHILE he was looking at Ginny.. Did that mean?.
Yes, Yes, Yes... I can see what you see and I know what you know.. Plus a little extra.. Like, if you want to Talk to me instead of having me try to Guess what you're think though this FOG, you CAN just reply to me in your own mind...
Harry suddenly felt very annoyed..
FOG?! What he hell are you, and what gives you the right to invade my mind and call it a FOG?!
Well, the fact that i live in here now, for one...
Harry frowned as the revelation of the voice's words washed over him... It that thing lived in his mind now, and wasn't there before last night, that means..
You're the Incubus..
Bingo... Well, Kind of.. You're the Incubus. I'm your Guide.
A guide who's in my mind?" Harry replied sarcastically.
Oh, give it a rest.. There's plenty of space in here. Think about it; You only need 20% of it.. 10% for your connection to Voldermort, and 20% for me... That leaves 50% untouched... As a matter of fact, we should consider renting some of it out.. your frontal lobe will be prime real estate, I'm sure..."
Harry found himself getting more angry at this being.. He sighed in annoyance as he carefully moved out and around as not to wake up Ginny.. Harry then stood up and looked around.. It looked to be right before dawn, as Harry could see around the room from the faint light that came in the window.. Harry looked to the clock that was beside his wand, and froze.. 2 A.M?.. two in the morning?... It was nowhere close to dawn... How in the Hell?..
Low-light vision.. You can't see in the dark, but with a faint mount of light, You can still see.
YOU!... You... Just Shut up. Be quite, I don't want to hear anything from you..
Really?.. Why?...
BECAUSE.. Harry said, then turned and looked to Ginny.. Because.. You make me.. YOU..
Claimed her?.. Harry paled, and felt sick..
DON'T say that... Harry thought to himself.. But in the back of his mind he remembered stories.. Stories of Incubi keeping women under there spell, controlling them, Leaving them with no will of there own..
Harry didn't want that to happen to Ginny.. He didn't want her to be some toy or mindless shell..
Those are lies.. Fiction told by muggles and magical people alike.. Incubi don't enslave there Pure ones.. We cherish them, love them, and take care of them.. The reason they don't want to leave us is because they don't want to... But speacking of the lovely lady.. I think we should get moving.
What do you mean?..
Well, you don't want anyone to catch You and Ginny like this, Do you?..
Harry frown and he looked down, and realized that he was only wearing boxers... and then he looked to Ginny, and realized that she was only being covered by his blanket and want part of her nightgown that wasn't pulled up, down, or shifted in her sleep.. Harry paled.
No, He didn't want Anyone to catch him and Ginny like this.. Let alone her family.
Ok.. What do i have to do?..
First, you need to Clean up the room.. Then we'll put Ginny back in her Room..
"You LOST him!" said Clan Father Darius, a tall, dark-haired man that was standing in the middle of the circle of demons. It was obvious from his voice, statue and placement that he was in charge. And the fact every one else in the meeting hall had there hoods up, faces covered, and showed nothing of themselves outside of their form; male, female, tall, short... decides the Clan Father.
Shadow demons draped in shades of purple, Vampires in different robes of red, Incubi in deeper and deeper shades of green, Succubi in grays and silvers were only a few that were around the circle. Unlike the death eater robes, the robes they wore were colored to show their status and type, not just to hide their face. Surrounded by stone and black drapes and wall hangings lit by faint candlelight and torches, they gathered. All who were here were expecting to welcome the newest addition to their ranks…Harry Potter, all of them looking angered that their chance to welcome him was lost.
They had sent one of their best converters to see to Harry's change, and they had even found a willing Pure One for him, to help make things easier. The pure one, whom would be up for grabs for anyone, if an arrangement wasn't made for her soon.
Every eye was on the converter that was bowing before the Clan Father. His form covered in a deep forest green. He was in the center of the circle, the converter that had lost the newest entry to the Demon Masquerade. Everyone in the room knew he was the one who had failed. Most all, he seemed to know it himself.
"Forgive me, Clan father. I broke his protection easily, and thought that I would be able to grab him before his friend got too close. But his mate hexed me and I couldn't retrieve him in time."
The Clan Father narrowed his eyes and was about to strike out at the converter again. But when the door to the meeting hall bashed open. A group of death eaters, lead by Lord Voldemort himself, let themselves in.
Soon the room had split into two groups; the Demons on one side and the Death eaters on the other. Lord Voldemort in the lead of one group, whilst the Clan Father pushed behind the second.
Voldemort looked at all of the demons, his snake eyes peering at all of them in turn. Some of the demons hissed, a few growled and one of the braver and stronger Succubus's drew out her wings and perching herself at them dangerously.