So, guys. Here is a new work by…me! I hope all of you like it and I am looking forward to all of your reviews. This is actually something I have had lying around my jump drive for some time now. However, I have decided to continue it. I liked it well enough and I hope all of you do too.
Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once for this whole story. I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. All others though are mine and you merely have to ask permission to use them. I don't mind sharing. J.K.R does though I imagine.
Chapter One Trapped In Love
They ran again, ducking behind one of the many cookie cutter houses of this neighborhood. The fire engine red four door sports car cruised around the corner slowly, it's passenger and driver both looking for them. Harry glared at it from the shadows. He was playing with them damn it! If he had wanted to really find them, he could have done a magical signature spell. Well, that may not have worked since they never stopped moving and because their magic was being suppressed, although Voldemort didn't know that. He would be excessively pleased if he got wind that they had done something as stupid and foolish as that, even if it was so they wouldn't be tracked. He rolled his eyes just imagining the smirk on that bastard's face and the laugh he would use. When the car passed onto the next street, he grabbed Miya and Micah and Micah grabbed the young boy, Jesse, that they were dragging around. They ran for the opposite side of the street in a line, each never letting go of the other. Miya turned to him, not at all tired since she didn't need to breathe. Being a vampire did have its perks. Jesse was a vampire as well, a very old vampire, but with the suppression potion in his veins, he was just like any other human child. He had been quite vocal about his displeasure.
"We can't do this forever, Harry! We can't hide forever. We need to think of some other way." She hissed, watching as Micah hoisted the child master onto his back.
Jesse chose not to comment but let himself be picked up. His small legs couldn't keep up with their longer ones.
"I know, alright! I'm trying! There isn't much we can do until we get out of this area, though or until the potion wears off." He sighed, glaring at nothing in particular but, instead, angry at the whole situation.
He shouldn't have to run like a fugitive from society. Sure, Voldemort had taken hold of the whole Wizarding World. Sure, his mentor had been brutally murdered. Sure, his enemy had discovered that he was an Incubus. Okay, that last one was significantly worse than the others, but he would get through this! He had his friends: two vampires and a pyromaniac that had a slight psychotic streak. Alright, a big psychotic streak. Micah was known all over Europe for his temper, his revenge, and his hot streak. They quickly but silently began to creep to the next house. He was so glad that the neighborhood's inhabitants were all snug in their beds like any other good citizen should be at two in the morning. The fence they were hiding next to was too easy to see through for Harry's comfort but when he looked at it, he realized that it was much too late. The red car was sitting behind the fence but through the tinted windows, Harry could feel its owners gaze. He could almost hear him whispering parsletongue in his ear. He swore as the car engine revved up and the three beside him jerked to look. They knew that they were back here.
"Run!" Harry yelled and turned to bolt off along with his partners.
They heard the sound of the tires screech down the pavement as they ran. Even with Jesse on his back, Micah was keeping up. Ah...to be ex-military, even though he was only nineteen. Micah had been in the demon's military. He'd been enrolled since birth. Harry began to panic when he didn't see Miya as they ran. Had she been caught? Fuck! He was brimming with worry until two hands shot out from behind a house and grabbed them. His lovely undead friend shushed them quietly. She had gotten ahead and they hadn't even noticed. It looked like they had lost them once more but it wouldn't be for long. It wasn't a big neighborhood. Voldemort and the Death Eaters would be upon them soon enough.
Harry bit his lip, thinking hard and fast. If Voldemort captured them then his friends would be killed. But if he went on his own and gave up...he could negotiate for his friend's safety. He looked around. There was a hole leading to the crawl space under the porch in the bush he was hiding under. He turned to the young woman at his side, wondering vaguely if he would ever see her again. He hoped so. Miya was his best friend and had helped him learn how to deal with his Incubus nature. She had even been the first to tell him how to feed without actually having sex. She knew what he was going to do and opened her mouth to refuse. He covered her mouth pinning her with a desperate look.
"Please, Miya. Please, just...do this, okay?" He whispered hurriedly.
Micah and Jesse were watching them with matching grim looks.
"I will find you again, Harry. I promise. I won't let you throw everything away." She said hotly.
He smiled a little. If anyone could get him back from the Dark Ruler of the New Wizarding Regime, it was Miya. He nodded and pointed out the hole.
"Hide in here. I'll get them off of your trail. After we're gone, you can go to the nearest pub and floo out. It's only a few miles away. If it's too light out when you get there, just stay there for the night. Do your little wooing thing, Miya." He gave them a comforting smile at the looks on their faces, "I'll be fine, you guys. He won't hurt me."
Micah rolled his eyes but before he could comment, Harry covered the hole with the bush and slid along the outside of the house. He hid in the shadow of the house but he knew that they would see him when they drove by. It was seconds before the red sports car came to a halt beside him. Harry steeled himself and the door opened. Out of the driver's seat came Lucius Malfoy. It was bizarre to see the strictly pureblood man slide out of a muggle car. Then Voldemort stepped out and it jumped from bizarre to the Twilight Zone.
The Dark Lord had gotten his old body back and, much to Harry's disgust, looked gorgeous. Like a matured, twenty six year old Tom Riddle even though Voldemort was easily pushing sixty. He had a triumphant smirk on his perfect lips. It only grew as he walked up to the defiant teenager.
"Harry, so good to see you again." He purred, putting his hands on each side of his captive.
Harry glared, resisting the urge to ram his knee into the Dark Lord's groin. He would have years ago, but he had grown up since the war started again. Had grown into the Slytherin that he was meant to be. After Sirius's death, he had fled the Wizarding World at Mad-Eyed Moody's insistence. He had never told anyone where Harry had gone, why or even that it had been him who ordered it. It was only after he found out that he was an Incubus that Mad Eye made him leave. He took refuge with Miya, whom he had been introduced to by the ex-Auror. She had immersed him so deep in Demon and Vampire society that not even Voldemort could find him. He'd been there for three years.
"I'm glad I can't say the same, Tom." Harry hissed.
The Dark Lord's eyes gleamed with enjoyment and pleasure. Harry was willing to bet his education at the Underworld Academy that Voldemort had fantasized about having him pinned against a wall, helpless. He crossed his arms. The older man tsked, leaning down to meet his emerald eyes straight on. It was then that his enemy realized what was missing from their interaction. His eyes widened before filling with mirth.
"You took a Suppressing Potion!" His laughter made Harry's eyes narrow," Did you think that you could hide from me with just that?!"
The teen tapped his foot irritably. Voldemort raised an eyebrow, the amusement still in his eyes.
"It's not like I had any other choice! If I didn't take it I would have had to feed while we were still on the run and you would have tracked us, either through our magic or my thrall. It's not an easy thing to hide an Incubi's hunger from everyone, you know." He growled.
"Especially one as...mature as you. Once your pitiful potion wears off, Harry, every Incubus and Succubus in a hundred mile radius will scent you and you will be forced to feed on whoever is closest, whether you want to or not. I intend to be that person. You will be my consort and you will bear my child. I will only accept you." Voldemort whispered the last part in his ear.
Harry watched him pull back and his emerald eyes held the crimson ones in their hold. He was afraid and repulsed by the Dark Lord, but the man had a very big point. When the potion wore off, he would be forced to feed and it would have to be a complete feeding, which meant sex and lots of it, probably. He had staved off the hunger in him for almost a week with only the potion. That was too long. He would be lucky if his Thrall didn't force everyone in the whole manor to screw their brains out. Everyone tied to the Dark Lord would feel it's effects.
"Then I imagine," He began, making sure that his voice projected his intentions," That you would want me to come willingly to your bed."
Voldemort definitely looked interested. It wouldn't do to have his baby's daddy trying to kill him at every turn. If there was a way to get Harry to come to him willingly then he would take it.
"Tell me what you want, and you know I will give it."
Bingo. Harry was relieved even though he didn't show it on the outside. You didn't survive long at the Demon and Vampire Courts if you couldn't control your expressions.
"I want my friends to go free and unharmed. That's it. After that..." Harry shrugged to show that it was in Voldemort's hands afterwards.
One of those elegant, pale hands came down to rest gently on his stomach. It was a gesture that surprised Harry. It was something much too tender to be coming from a man as fierce as Voldemort. But maybe...not from Tom Riddle. Riddle had been an orphan. It made sense that he would move on to want to make a family once his world domination plan came to fruition.
"Welcome to parenthood, Harry." Voldemort said with a sly smile.
He nodded to his right hand man. Lucius smirked and got back in the car, leaving the door open for his master to coax his new lover into the back seat with him. Harry sighed a little but started when he was pressed tightly against the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's eyes were filled with a heat that he had only seen in the victims of an Incubi's Thrall. His eyes widened and he had to fight for his jaw not to drop. He hadn't even once considered...Could Voldemort have fallen under his spell? But the Incubus Thrall was temporary! Harry had been gone for years and not seen him since he'd left. Perhaps because of the mark shared between them, the unfortunate Dark Lord had been stuck with it. Or he could just really get off on Harry. He had gotten a lot prettier since he came into his Incubus blood.
"How about a kiss to seal the deal?"
His voice was soft, much different from his usual arrogant one. Harry let him dip down slowly but the closer he got, the closer the tension. It built and built until he could barely breathe from the pressure. It was his hunger. The potion would be wearing off soon and it was letting him know that any sexual contact would be bad. He swallowed hard, putting a hand on the man's chest to halt his mounting attack on his mouth.
"Stop." He said, gulping down air to try and regain his breath," The potion won't last much longer and I don't fancy fucking in the back seat of a car."
Voldemort nodded and backed up, giving him his space. He took his hand and Harry allowed himself to be placed in the car while he was regaining his composure. He didn't even see Miya, Jesse and Micah's worried but determined faces watching him go. He was layed out on the back seat of the car, his head in his fiance's lap. Normally, he would have objected to having any part of him that close to "the horny bastard's" happy parts but rest was the best thing for the time being until he could fully feed.