Heritage

Chapter 5

Life at Hogwarts resumed same as always… for other students. But as usual Harry was the center of attention. A good thing to note about Hogwarts is that news travels fast and when there’s so much news about one person, it travels even faster. Rumors started flying the moment he stepped on the train and now that classes had resumed, they were spreading like wildfire.

Harry Potter is taking Muggle steroids.

Harry Potter is into dark arts.

Harry Potter is an incubus. (He still blushed whenever he thought of that one.)

His appearance seemed to have a Veela-like effect on the females of the school. By the third week of school, Harry resigned himself to a lot of stares of lust and awe. He was used to the blushing and giggling and whispering from girls, but it had never been like this and he was dreading what might happen next. Merlin only knew when students would stop pointing at him.

Stares were frequent, not to mention other things. Plenty of girls had taken to a lot more than staring. In more than one class, girls would ACCIDENTALY touch him. Harry already had his feathers ruffled earlier, when a girl had brushed her breast against his arm while trying to walk behind him to her seat. One girl, a Slytherin no less, accidentally grazed her hand smoothly across his arse.

“Sorry Harry.” She flashed him a seductive smile at him.

“Uh, sure…” He muttered, suddenly finding his potions book incredibly inttingting.

He was currently in the library, trying to concentrate on his transfiguration homework. Harry had been in the library for three hours now and he was no closer to understanding cross-species transmogrification than he was when he started.

Sighing heavily, he dropped his quill on his parchment, ignoring the small ink stain spreading. He closed his eyes and brought one hand up to massage his temple. His hand froze when he felt a small warm foot inching up his leg to his thigh. His eyes flew open to find a pretty Ravenclaw smiling flirtatiously at him from across the table. A stunned Harry quickly got up, with his books in front of him, and quickly headed to the Gryffindor common room.

He had just reached the corridor leading to the Gryffindor common room, when he heard it.

\"Well, well. If it isn\'t the famous Harry Potter.” Draco was leaning against the wall by the window.

“So, I haven’t seen you in study hall lately, but who needs it when you’re as talented as Harry Potter.” He smirked.

Harry sighed and groaned. “What’s your problem now, Malfoy?” he asked, watching him carefully as Malfoy pushed away from the wall.

“Just curious as to how you managed to get back onto the Quidditch team, seeing as you’d been banned for life. How’d you do it Potter? He sneered. “Come on Potter, we’d all like to know.” He pushed Harry in the chest, trying to goad him into fighting.

“I’m not going to fight you.” Harry turned to head back towards the common room.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes. “I guess having the headmaster in your pocket has its advantages, eh Potter?”

Harry’s eyes glinted, his jaw clenched in anger. “Sod off, Malfoy.” He pushed Draco away, causing the boy to stumble a bit. Harry turned swiftly on his heel, walking down the school hallway.

“Freak!” Firebolt-quick, Harry jumped to the side, dodging Draco’s punch. Whipping around, he dodged the first swing, then the second.

“Stand still damn it!” growled Draco.

“And LET you hit me? Not bloody likely.”

A crowd quickly formed around them of students walking to classes, among them were Ron and Hermione. Malfoy swung again and again, but Harry ducked them, fast. Hearing the air behind him shift, Harry ducked and Crabbe swung at air, lost his balance and fell towards Harry. Harry reached behind him, grabbed the boy’s robes, and flipped the boy over his back. He slammed into another young wizard, who fell to the ground with him.

Goyle attacked from the front, hurling himself at Harry. The large Slytherin was bearing down fast, if Harry stayed put, he couldn’t avoid being hit. So he jumped. Ten feet straight up in the air, he back flipped and landed softly with catlike grace.

“Blimey.” Ron shook his head in disbelief and gave a look to Hermione, standing next to him. She returned the look, her eyebrows raised.

Enraged, Draco snarand and lunged towards Harry. Harry ducked again and again. He didn’t move his feet; he simply bent his torso quickly. He moved so fast, he seemed to blur. Harry clenched his fists and swung at Draco. His fist struck him hard on the jaw, the force throwing him down the hall. He slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Harry gasped, shocked by his own strength. He looked around him – sea of shocked and scared faces stared back. Harry began backing up, a horrified look on his face. Students backed away from him as he came near. He raced down the corridor and into the courtyard. He ran under the raised portcullis and through the outer gatehouse, towards Hagrid’s hut and the dark forest.

He ran in a blind fury, not even grasping how fast he was running. Trying to get away from himself, away from whatever it was that was happening to him. Harry shot through the trees. He came to a halt in a small clearing deep in the forest. He gasped, taking huge gulps of sweet air into hings.ngs. Breathing heavily, he rested his palms on the trunk of a tree, slouching a bit. His sensitive ears picked up a sound behind him, a step of a furred foot too light for normal ears to pick up, but Harry heard it. He turned to see one of Aragog’s many children coming towards him.

Startled, Harry leapt. Looking down at the ground far below, he realized that he about 50 feet above ground. He yelped in fear. ‘What’s going on? How’d I get up here?’

He clung to the tree branch breathing hard. Harry gingerly pulled himself up and onto the limb. Curling up his legs towards him, he held his hands out in front of himself. He examined his hands. He rubbed the palm of his left hand with his right thumb.

He looked out over forest. Biting his lip, he spied a thick branch on the tree closest to him. Bending his knees, he jumped, soaring he landed with perfect catlike grace on the branch. He stood unsteadily. Turning around, he looked to the branch he leapt from. Thrilled beyond all belief, he laughed. Laughing, he raced through the forest, leaping from tree to tree like a large squirrel, a shadow darting amongst the leaves and branches.

Reaching the clearing, he leapt out and grabbed a limb. Swinging himself in a wide smooth arc, he released, rolled in the air, and landed in a crouch next to Hagrid’s hut. He turned and looked quickly. No one was around. No one saw. He released a sigh of relief.

Walking back to the castle, he felt a lump of dread well up in his throat. He knew his friends. They’d want answers he couldn’t give, that he didn’t have, and then there was the rest of the school.

Classes for the rest of the day were interesting. He could feel the stares burning into his back all day and he couldn’t help but hear the whispers around him wherever he went. Justin Finch-Fletchley saw him in the corridor, paling, he turned and darted away.

‘Probably thinks I’m going to set a snake on him or something’ Harry thought, shaking his head in anger. ‘This year is tur out out to be just like my second year.’

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That night, Harry lay in bed, trying not to think about the weirdness that has become his life. His window was open, the chilly night air blowing the curtains. He looked out into the dark night. It was beckoning him. He rolleay fay from the window, determined to ignore it.

~Come~

Harry rolled onto his stomach and stuck his head under his pillow.

“Go away,” he muttered, pulling the pillow down tighter.

~Come brother~

Harry pulled the pillow off and flopped onto his back. He exhaled deeply and turned to the window again.

~Come brother, come~

“This is a BAD idea,” he muttered as leapt out of bed and pulled on a shirt and trousers. He took out his firebolt and climbed out and up onto the roof. The height didn’t scare him at all. He kicked off the roof of the tower, into the world of the night. As much as Harry had always enjoyed flying, he landed quickly, and stashed his broom behind Hagrid’s hut.

Harry took off running into the forest. Instead of fear, as he expected to feel, he felt as though he was going home. He can see perfectly. The blackness of night, once a source of fear, is now welcoming. Harry leapt from tree to tree, running along the limbs. Leaping though the air, he grabbed a young sapling, doing a full swinging flip around it. His hands released the small tree and he sailed into the air, landing in an old oak. Exhilarated, he takes a deep breath and looks down.

“This almost better than flying.”

His horror from earlier quickly begins turning to exhilaration as he finds himself able to do things he never dreamed. The air is like water to him, he cut through it easily, where others would plummet to their dooms. Climbing up the truck, he swung a wild arc into the dark, exploring the forest. Learning its secrets.

The fear of the dark has been replaced with a pull. The forest has become a comforting, welcoming place for Harry, rather than a place of dread and bad memories. He felt at home, secure. He ran through the treetops effortlessly, a shadow in the moonlight. He was at home in places others fear. The trees throw off power. Their voices sing to him and it stirs something deep within him.

Something ancient.

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JUST FOR THE RECORD:

Succubi and Incubi are the original nymphomaniacs. The more they need to feed, the stronger their powers are. Their powers include close to superhuman strength, and a hypnotic ability used for both catching their prey and feeding. They also have a low-level telepathic ability that tells them exactly what their prey finds most attractive, and can use it to make their prey see that image. They can use their hypnotic ability to infect their chosen prey with overpowering lust (like a fever) so they are blinded to everything else they are completely taken over by lust.

The lowest grade is used in public; to make sure the prey follows. The full power is turned on once intercourse has begun, and is the first stage in the feeding process. The succubus uses the fever to convert the energy of the victim\'s orgasm into their food, and once it has passed to allow them to literally drain the victim\'s life energy. They only need to feed about once a week, but they take lovers every day.

The Incubus - The word incubus is Latin for \"nightmare.\" and it is the male version of the Succubus. The Incubus was a male demon that was believed to seek sleeping women. One legend says the incubus were fallen angels. Sex with an incubus was thought to produce demons, witches, and wizards. Merlin (wizard of King Arthur) was said to have been the offspring of such a union. At night, an Incubus stalks the Earth, seeking out females who are pure at heart. He will visit these women in their sleep, and have his way with them. The women will not resist these demons because they look like handsome men.

The demon will make many visits to each of his victims. Because the incubus demon is so sexually satisfying, it is hard for these women to ever be aroused by a human male and become nymphomaniacs. It is common for women with incubi demons to masturbate multiple times daily, just like a drug addict has to have his fix daily. An incubus feeds on lust and virgin lust is an incubus\' version of a really rich, fattening food. They\'re fed for a week on a virgin...if they can find one, that is. They prefer victims in the last half of adolescence or fairly soon after.
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