HPNSA - BOOK ONE

CHAPTER SEVEN
THE INCUBUS


Timeline: SUMMER AFTER 5TH YEAR





“Charlie brought a nice sword all the way from Romania…” Ron said.

“Really? Is he staying with you all summer?” Harry said.

“Yes he is. Bill is coming next week too. Sure wish you were here.” Ron said.

Harry smiled; he loved it when Ron tells him things like these. It had been a whole month since they last saw each other. The last time they were together was the day before they left for the train station at Hogsmeade. He couldn’t even kiss him goodbye.

“Do you now?” Harry sat up straight.

“Get off the phone!” Dudley yelled.

“Shut up!” Harry yelled back. Dudley marched towards him and Harry raised his wand.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dudley said.

“Right now, I don’t really give a damn.” Then he flicked his wand signaling Dudley to leave or else.

Scared he’ll turn into something like Aunt Marge, Dudley retreats angrily. “YOU FUCKING DAMN FREAK!” He yelled as he went out of the kitchen door slamming it hard.

“SHUT UP, YOU WALKING TUB OF LARD!” Harry yelled back, Ron was roaring with laughter on the other line.

“How can you not be entertained with a cousin like that?” Ron said.

“Shut up! I miss you so much it hurts.” Harry said, leaning closer to the table.

“I dream about you every single night, do you know that?” Ron whispered.

“Yeah?” Harry said the smile on his face broadening.

“Yeah, mum’s been complaining about dirty sheets! Of course I never took the blame, she suspects Fred and George have been reading Witch Weekly again, she caught them once during their second year at Hogwarts.” Ron said laughing.

“Naughty! You don’t need Witch Weekly now do you?” Harry teased.

“No, why should I? I am married to the sexiest…” Ron whispered.

“Go on…” Harry whispered back.

“…Most desirable…” Harry bit his lower lip, “…most delectable…Wizard slash Witch of the century.”

Harry and Ron roared with laughter. Then it was time to say the word they hate the most. An aching silence followed for neither one wanted to say it first. Harry felt extremely annoyed at the fact that he was only allowed a maximum of two hours to talk to Ron although today he had more than thirty minutes extra time since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had to go somewhere. He thought he could extend it further but a car suddenly parked outside and Harry knew it was time to go.

“The gremlins have arrived. I love you.” Harry said sighing heavily.

“I love you back. Talk to you later.” Ron said and then he hung up.

Aunt Petunia hollered for him to come and get the groceries when Dudley came in smiling devilishly at him.

“What?” Harry asked wondering what good news has got Dudley smiling. It must mean bad news for him.

“Oh you’ll see, you freaking bastard! You’re in for a surprise…” Dudley said, chuckling to himself. Harry didn’t like the sound of it but neither Dudley nor his Aunt and Uncle would say a word. They just told him to cook dinner, serve it, and eat what’s left then head on upstairs to bed.

That night, the moon was full and shown brightly outside Harry’s window providing him light as he looked at the picture of the Order of the Phoenix that he got from his godfather’s house last year. He felt the chunks rise up to his throat - almost everyone there is dead the newest addition was Sirius – his one ticket out of the hell house he has to stay in all summer. It was tragic but ‘unavoidable’ according to Dumbledore, just like his life: Tragic, but unavoidable. So far the only thing that turned out right is Ron. He closed his eyes and wished he were in the Burrow again, or in Grimauld Place, or anywhere. He’ll even stay on the streets if he could. Anywhere would do, as long as he and Ron are together. He wondered how long they would have to put up a show. He wondered how it would be if they were a normal couple accepted by society, they would have gotten lots of gifts, and the wedding would have been grand. He felt sorry for them both, as they had to do everything in secret. The Room of Requirement had been their secret love nest – they thanked Dobby for always keeping watch.

Although there was a big change with him being able to use the phone as often as he wants even being allowed to stay for two hours at least, since the beginning of August even the phone calls seemed to have lost their charm. Harry felt so restless and annoyed that he had to wait for such a long time just to see Ron again. He also felt a craving for him and not just sexually – he felt a craving to see him, smell him, or do things with him, just to be with him physically. Not that he did not enjoy Ron before but now it’s different, like he feels sick every time a day passes without as much as a call from Ron. And he gets angry when Ron would be late for even a minute on their scheduled phone calls. He would wait for it an hour earlier and was ecstatic when the calls would last for more than two. Also he developed a liking for strawberries that left Aunt Petunia baffled – he never liked them before. Now he would not eat a meal without it. Afraid that Harry would use magic on them, Aunt Petunia was forced to buy them and Harry indulged himself to a great degree.

That night as Harry went to sleep holding the picture in his hand his last thoughts were Ron; their wedding night and the days that followed. Then loosing Sirius, the prophecy. Dumbledore. Then his dreams were disturbed by a memory of the past. He dreamt of Uncle Lars. He was five and afraid that Lars would catch him and molest him he locked himself inside his cupboard. But Lars was able to break in. He locked them both inside and gagging him with a rag Lars forced his pants off. The zipper caught in his thigh and left a long scar when Lars forcefully took it off. A long finger was forced inside him as if Lars was trying to reach something inside. He started to cry because it was very painful, calling for someone to come and help him. Then Lars let him go, but the pain of the finger was left behind.

Harry told himself that this was a dream that this wasn’t real, it happened a long time ago. Lars was in jail and he will rot in jail. Harry shook himself to wake up but the moment he opened his eyes he found that the nightmare has taken life – Lars was there on top of him.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Harry cried. Lars was on top of him rubbing himself maliciously, his tongue leering. Harry punched him with his free hand. Lars slapped him knocking his glasses off his face; it fell on the floor the left lens shattering on impact. Harry hit him back and Lars was thrown off the bed. “I’m not five years old anymore, YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!” He cried then he frantically felt for his wand, but Lars was on top of him holding him by his hair.

“Yes, the Iranna is ripe within you!” He said then he licked Harry’s ear.

Harry was petrified – Lars knew about the Iranna, he knew all along. “Who are you?” He asked.

Lars forced him on his back and Harry saw him change before his very eyes. Large wings sprouted from his back, two more pairs of hands came out joining his original ones, his shirt shredded by the force of the limbs that erupted violently from his body revealed a mark burnt on his chest – the same as the pendant that Uriel wore during their wedding day. Harry screamed as the picture from the Book came alive – he was face to face with an Incubus. Lars hit him again and the force broke Harry’s nose and almost knocked Harry unconscious. Then Lars held him down tightly on the bed, Harry felt him tearing his pajamas off then a cold thing was slowly going inside of him. At first the sensation was subtle but it when it hit something inside, somewhere to the right, the pain began. Harry felt as though a hot rod was searing his insides. But then he felt something tear and the stinging pain shot straight to his spinal making him arch his back in pain. He cries out so loud that Aunt Petunia and Vernon ran upstairs demanding Lars to keep it down. Downstairs Dudley chuckled to himself and continued watching television.

Lars just went on with his business; Harry squirming madly underneath him. When Lars pushed his legs further apart Harry’s eyes shot up in pain. It felt as though Lars was trying to dislodge something inside that was stuck tight, tearing whatever it was that kept it safe inside. The pain got to the point where he could not bear it anymore; he could almost feel his life ebbing away, “Mum! Help me!” He cried weakly.

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Somewhere outside of the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, in a place that is so well hidden that no postman could see, Ron Weasley was having a strange dream in his room at the top of their house on the fifth landing of a narrow staircase. He was dreaming that a ghostly figure of a woman with green eyes was calling him, in fact waking him up, she was very scared of something, she kept calling him, pulling at his arm, her hands felt icy cold, her eyes were filled with tears; the eyes reminded him of someone he knows. Someone he loves. The woman kept saying something but no voice came out of her ghostly lips. He kept asking her ‘what’ but she just kept saying something he couldn’t hear. Then the woman went nearer to him and though no sound came out Ron could read the words she mouthed, and they said, “Harry! Call Harry!”

Ron woke up with a jerk; he was sweating all over but felt chilly like a draft had entered his room. His heart was racing although he could not figure out why. He decided to go with what the dream said – ‘Call Harry’, something told him he needed to call Harry. Half worried half wondering if he was just being silly, he dressed up and went down.

Molly was knitting socks as usual while Fred and George were writing different formulas no doubt for their joke shop. Charlie was outside with Arthur musing over the thunderbird that was given to Arthur by the Ministry in replacement for the one that he and Harry lost during their second year at Hogwarts.

“Ron, where you off to?” Arthur called. Ron turned to his father with a confused look in his face.

“I dreamt of Harry’s mother…She woke me up, telling me something.” He said remembering the image of the woman.

“Oh…” Arthur said, “What did she say?”

“Well, there are no words that I could hear, but I’m pretty sure she told me to call Harry.” As Ron said this, the feeling that something terrible was happening to Harry kept growing in his mind. “Might be nothing, but I’ll just call him and make sure he’s alright.” Then he turned his back and sprinted toward the nearest muggle phone booth. Arthur followed him though, and so did Charlie.


***

The phone was ringing wildly but Petunia and Vernon Dursley could not hear it because they were too busy thinking of how to muffle the sounds coming from Harry’s room. Harry kept screaming and though they kept knocking and demanding that he shut up Harry would not stop. He couldn’t for the pain he felt was now mounting to an unbearable level.

“Vernon, the neighbors will hear!” Petunia said looking rather pale and worried. “Lars! Lars!! Can you stop that please, whatever you’re doing?” She asked her husbands adopted brother. But the screaming inside only became louder.

Dudley who was watching television got annoyed with the constant ringing of the phone and the screaming upstairs that he stood and lifted the receiver then placed it on top of the table and went back to watching TV – increasing its volume. On the other line, Ron was now screaming at the top of his voice but the receiver was filled with the loud TV, Petunia and Vernon screaming to each other and a constant banging on a door.

“Hello? Hello? HELLO!!” He screamed. Arthur and Charlie caught up with him and were looking at Ron trying to find out what the news was. The night air was quite warm, summer had settled in.

Harry heard Ron’s voice amidst all the noise and knew he was his only hope. “Ron! RON! Help me!” But the TV downstairs was too loud. Harry knew that a little more and Lars would be able to get the Iranna. Harry had to get Ron to hear him or everything will be over. Harry shut his eyes tight, the pain was now making him shake terribly but he concentrated on the lights and the electricity. The whole house blinked as though it had suddenly been turned into a disco; Petunia and Vernon stopped screaming at each other and held each other as the lights threatened to go out. Then Dudley screamed as the TV exploded and everything went Dark. Harry mustered all the energy he could gather knowing he had this one chance to save himself, he screamed, ‘ROOONNNNNN!!!”

***
Ron felt like the night had turned icy cold as he heard Harry screaming at the top of his lungs. Ron dropped the phone and said, “Harry’s in trouble!” He ran but stopped after a while and turned to Arthur who was following him as fast as he could. “Dad I need your car!” Arthur handed him the keys without a second thought and all three hurried back to the Burrow.

“Molly! Molly!” Arthur cried. Molly came running out with Fred and George in tow.

“What?” She cried.

“Call Remus, tell him to meet us in Privet Drive, Now! And tell Tonks to get the Ministry to open a floo channel from there.” Arthur said.

“What is going on?” Molly asked as Ron, and Charlie got inside the car. “Did something happen to Harry?”

“Just call them Molly!” Arthur said getting in last. Then the car sped roaring as it flew and disappeared in the clear night sky.


***

Lars was growling like a beast that was about to have something that he has been craving for. Harry could not speak anymore because he was nearly spent. He shook with every thrust that Lars made; he could feel blood gushing through his thighs.

The whole neighborhood was dense with darkness and the only sound anyone could hear was Harry’s muffled cries. Ron parked the car with a screech right outside the Dursley’s door; Arthur told them to lower down and drive it normally four blocks from Privet Drive. It was lucky too since the neighbors were now outside looking at the Dursley’s house with wonder. Arabella Figg was also outside and banging her walking stick on the door.

Ron ran up to the front door and with Charlie forced it open. The Dursley’s angrily scream at him but his mind was set on getting to Harry. Charlie and Arthur faced the muggles who were now demanding them all to leave.

“HARRY!’ Ron cried, but Harry had stopped screaming. “HARRY! Open this fucking door!!” He said as Vernon faced him shouting profanities at both him and Charlie. Then he took out his wand and Vernon cowered in a corner.

Charlie stopped him, “NO! Do you want to get expelled?” Charlie warned.

He wrenched Charlie’s arm off and cried, “REDUCTO!” The door exploded and he went in. The room was illuminated by the light of the moon outside and when Ron got in and saw what was happening he was, to say the least, horrified - A beast that looked like a gargoyle with large bat-like wings and six hands was on top of Harry and seemed to be eating from between his thighs.

“Expelliarmus!” Ron cried. The creature was torn off Harry and blood splattered across the room. He then wrestled with the creature on the floor hitting him with his fist. But the creature was able to hit him back and Ron was thrown across the room. Lars jumped on him and tried to strangle him but Charlie got to him and wrenched him off Ron. Taking his wand, Ron then aimed it at the chest of the creature and cried, “CRUCIO!!” The creature convulsed violently and Charlie threw him to the floor.

“Ronald! You’re going to get expelled!” He said taking the wand from Ron’s hand. But Ron was blinded by rage and he went on top of the creature that slowly turned into Lars as he writhed in pain on the floor.

“I will kill you!!” Ron shouted as he punched him wildly. Lars begged for mercy but Ron didn’t care, it didn’t matter where his punches landed, he just kept punching because the feel of his fist ripping through Lars’s face seemed to satisfy the anger he felt inside. Charlie pulled Ron off but Ron would not let go.

Just then Arthur and Remus came up with the twins. “Help me!” Cried Charlie.

George and Fred came and helped Charlie pull Ron off. Finally they were able to tear him from what was left of Lars. Ron was breathing heavily and his eyes were wild with fury. It took Arthur’s screaming voice to get him to listen.

“Ronald, don’t you ever use another, RONALD!” Arthur cried. Ron looked at his father and slowly the fire in his eyes died down. “Ronald! Do you understand what you did here today? You will hear from the Ministry, you used an unforgivable -”

“He is not human…” He said. Arthur stopped and turned around. The man was sputtering blood.

“What are you talking about?” Arthur said.

“He…he had…wings…and…” Ron said.

“Harry!” George cried “Ron!”

Ron then went to Harry who had fallen off the bed. He was drenched in blood and unconscious. “Harry? We have to get him out of here!” He then took the blanket and wrapped Harry carefully with it. Then he carried him out of the room.

***

“We tried to stop Lars, but he wouldn’t stop!” Vernon said to an angry Arabella.

“Where is he?” Arabella said waving her stick in front of them. “I’ve been listening for many years and that daft bastard of a brother you have has been doing something nasty to the boy!” She cried. Just then Ron came rushing down with Harry wrapped in a blanket. She gasped at the sight of him. The floor was filled with drips of blood.

“Take the car and bring him straight home.” Arthur said.

Ron then carefully went inside the Thunderbird with the twins and with a roar sped out of Privet Drive.

***

Molly was waiting with Ginny in front of their house when she saw the Thunderbird careening through the summer skies. “Here they come.” The car was expertly driven down and parked right in front of Mrs. Weasley. “What happened?”

Ron carefully went out with Harry in his arms, Fred had to help him since the adrenalin rush was already subsiding.

“Harry?” Molly cried. “Quick bring him here.”

“Harry…” Ginny said her voice cracked as tears began to fall.

“Place him on the couch!” Molly said.

“Ginny go to your room and stay there.” Fred said.

“Why?” Ginny said.

“Just do as I say. GO!” Fred said.

“Do it dear, go on. Everything will be fine.” Molly said.

“Harry?” Ron was shaking as he placed Harry on the couch. His nose was bleeding and his lips were torn. But Ron was more afraid with the bleeding coming from his uterus. He started crying. “Mum! Help him! Harry?”

“Ron, boil water and get some clean sheets. Hurry! George, go get some gauze and the Blue vial I have upstairs.” Molly said. Ron rushed to get the hot water while George apparated upstairs.

Moments later a green fire burned in the hearth and Remus Lupin appeared. “Molly! How is he?” He said.

“He’s still unconscious. The bleeding would not stop.” Molly said. Remus then looked at Fred who was standing close by.

“Ah, Fred, we need to tend to Harry now. Can you give us a little privacy?” Remus said. Fred nodded his head and left them.


***

Fred went to the kitchen where he found Ron sobbing over the water he was waiting to boil. He went to his youngest brother and held him close. “Ron, you need to be strong. These are the times when you need to be the stronger person.” He said.

Ron nodded as he took his wand and conjured magic to boil the water immediately. He then took it to Molly and Remus who were now cleaning up Harry, George apparated moments later with the vial and an arm full of gauze. As Remus took the water from him Ron could not hide the tears that were falling down and shaking him terribly.

“Ron?” Remus said.

“Please help him.” He said; a pang of fear was engulfing him. The thought of losing Harry was the heaviest fear he had to deal with, but to actually see it come to pass has never entered his mind.

“It will be all right. You came just in time.” Remus said.

Then Ron went outside with George and Fred and he sank to his knees. “I’ll be expelled.” He said after a while.

“Well, you can always come and work with us.” George said but Fred hit him on the head. “Ow!”

“You git! He doesn’t want to leave school!” Fred said.

“That man, what was he doing?” Fred asked.

Ron suddenly remembered the image that welcomed him as he came in Harry’s room. Then his mind went back to the day inside the Shrieking Shack, Hermione was describing another creature that would hunt Harry for the Iranna. The creature would have bat-like wings, six hands, and a long serrated tongue that would tear the Iranna off the right ovary. He remembered how blood splattered across the room when the beast was torn from off Harry – that was not the beasts. It was Harry’s blood. He was tearing the ovary to get the Iranna.

“He wasn’t a man. It was an Incubus.” Ron said, and then he ran back to the house just as Remus and Molly were binding Harry’s head with gauze. “It was an Incubus, Professor Lupin! Harry was attacked by an Incubus!” Ron said.

Molly and Remus stood in disbelief. “Are you sure?” Remus said.

“Yes, Professor I am sure. He had bat-like wings, six hands and he was trying to take the Iranna.” Ron said.

“How do you know about the Iranna?” Remus said, Molly was dumbstruck and sat on the floor.

“I know about Harry being a Nymphrodite. He and I are…we…” Ron stammered. But he figured this was a situation that he cannot handle by himself. He closed his eyes tightly before he said, “He and I are married.” Molly fainted on the floor.