Ch. 15

True Intentions

He woke up to the smell of cooking. His head pounded violently, his body felt as though every muscle was fatigued, and worse of all his mouth tasted disgusting. Groaning, Harry Potter opened his eyes to see that he was in his and Ron's room in the Burrow. There was a figure to his left watching him. He turned his head and smiled when he saw it was Ron sitting next to his bed. "You're up," Ron smiled, standing up quickly.

"How long?" Harry groaned.

"Almost twenty hours Harry," Ron said. "Dumbledore told us that you needed to sleep. We told him what you told us, but he would like to hear the whole story… if that's alright with you."

Harry nodded weakly, grimacing at the awful taste in his mouth. "I think I should brush my teeth first… and have something to eat."

"Mum's making lunch right now," Ron said. "It should be ready soon—I'll go tell her that you're up."

"Thanks mate," Harry said. He forced himself to sit up and felt a nauseous sensation overfilling him before receding only a second later.

"Remind me never to let us nap," the Incubus drawled inside his head.

Glad to hear you're fine, Harry thought as he watched Ron run out of the room. He groaned as his body ached and frowned. Why are we hurting so much?

"Because we are exhausted, that fight took a lot more out of me than I originally thought," the Incubus explained. "I told you Harry, we are not fighters, we are lovers. Our magic and body is made for love and lust instead of fighting."

Harry nodded at the explanation and got out of the bed. Right now he just wanted a nice shower, clean teeth, and food. Once he was clean and dressed, he went downstairs to find the Weasleys and Dumbledore waiting in the kitchen for him. Dumbledore smiled when he saw Harry and stood up politely. "Harry, I am glad to see that you are safe," he said. "When Mrs. Weasley told me that you've been kidnapped and fought Lord Voldemort, I feared the worst."

"Now, now Dumbledore, I won't allow you to interrogate the poor boy!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Sit down Harry, sit, you haven't eaten in ages!" Harry sat in the only free seat left at the table and Mrs. Weasley immediately placed a full plate of hot food in front of him. "You," she said, turning to Dumbledore, "are not allowed to ask one single question until Harry is done eating."

Dumbledore chuckled and smiled at Mrs. Weasley," Of course," he said, "I would not dare question an exhausted teenager. I think I will wait in the other room, if you do not mind. I've borrowed some interesting magazines about knitting from a friend that I would rather much like to read."

"Yes of course," Mrs. Weasley said, she looked at Harry and said, "Take your time eating dear," before escorting Dumbledore out of the kitchen and into the living room. Harry could barely see the outline of Dumbledore from where he was sitting. The old headmaster chose a rather comfortable armchair and pulled out a knitting magazine from his robe pocket and began to read, looking heavily invested.

Harry turned his attention to his food and ate as though it was his first meal in a week. He didn't realize how hungry he actually was until after he scarfed down his third plate and only then started to feel as though he could slow down without risking harm. He stopped to notice that everyone was staring at him worried. "What?"

"Nothing Harry," Fred said. "Just that… you're on your fourth plate."

"'M hungry," Harry muttered, and he returned to his food. He ignored the looks he got from the Weasleys and continued on eating. When he was done, he felt as though he ate enough for four grown adults. Full of energy, any tiredness or aching left from his encounter with Voldemort was gone as he stood up from his chair. "I'm going to talk with Professor Dumbledore now," he said to Mrs. Weasley, who already grabbed Harry's plate to put in the sink.

He walked into the living room to see Professor Dumbledore still reading his knitting magazine. "Professor Dumbledore sir?" Harry said, standing in the entryway.

"Ah Harry, you're full of energy I hope," Professor Dumbledore smiled. "I must say after the way you've collapsed in front of the Weasleys, all of us were very worried about you, dear boy."

"Thank you sir, I'm feeling better now," Harry said. "In fact… I'm feeling better than I've ever felt before."

"Because of Mrs. Weasley's cooking?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry sat down and stared at the man for a moment.

"No actually, because Voldemort is dead and the restrains you've made on my Incubus are broken," Harry said.

Dumbledore looked immediately worried, "Harry—"

"Professor please, let me explain," Harry said. He bit his lip as Dumbledore examined him for a moment. The old man gave a sigh and leaned back in his chair, putting his fingertips together, "I will have an open mind and open ears, Harry," he said.

"Thank you sir," Harry smiled. He took a breath and remained quiet as he collected his thoughts. Dumbledore, thankfully, was also silent during this time. When he believed he had all his thoughts collected, Harry took another breath and looked at Dumbledore, who sat like a patient teacher waiting for his pupil. "The Incubus and I are one person, we may be able to talk with each other and have distinct qualities that the other one doesn't have but… we are one. I know that you and everyone were worried about me because of the Incubus, and I can see why the potions you've given me are well meaning, however they had the opposite effect. Without knowing it, you've chained my Incubus, chained a part of myself, and it was killing us… if the Incubus continued to be separated, I would have died."

Dumbledore frowned. He raised his hand gently. "You mean to say that the potions were lethal to you?" he asked.

Harry nodded. "Yes, there were times where I felt weak, dreadfully weak."

"I had no idea, I am sincerely sorry for that Harry, you of all people must know that your safety has been and always will be my priority."

"I know that sir, thank you," Harry said. "Though I am lucky that I was able to break the binds the potions made."

"If I may ask Harry, how were you able to do it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Love," Harry answered. "I've found love… in Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, my boyfriends."

"A polygamous relationship then?" Dumbledore said, however he looked both confused and doubtful.

"I think I should explain this part pet," the Incubus whispered.

You sure?

"Of course…"

"Sir, my Incubus would like to explain it personally, if you don't mind," Harry said.

"Very well," Dumbledore said.

Harry gave him a reassuring smile and grunted as his eyes turned red and his horns and tail appeared, the tail wrapping around his waist comfortably. "I think I'll leave the wings in," he purred, "they make sitting quite uncomfortable, I hope you understand."

"I take it you are Harry Potter's Incubus," Dumbledore said in a serious tone.

"I am, but as I've already told you, I am also Harry. Everything I experience, he does; and everything he lives through, I live through to. A shared consciousness, one whole person with blends of two distinct personalities. One human, the other supernatural. But at the end of the day, we are in fact Harry Potter. I am thou, thou art I," The Incubus smiled.

"I see… I believe I understand," Dumbledore muttered. "You share the same body and life and experiences. You are the same person yet with different personality traits."

"Exactly old man."

"Yet you are still a dark creature, a demon," Dumbledore said.

"Incubus, if you would please be specific," Harry smiled, his red eyes warmly looking upon Dumbledore. "Yes I am a demon, however there is a distinct difference."

"And that is?"

"Power," the Incubus said. "I do not have a lot of power personally. I am talking more about raw magical power used to defeat others. It is true that with both mine and Harry's human magic we can best anyone if we want, that is not what I want."

"And what is it that you want?" Dumbledore asked.

"Love, which I have received," the Incubus said whimsically. He smirked at Dumbledore, "I see that doubt on your face Professor Dumbledore, you must not believe that a dark creature can love."

"It is hard to believe, I will agree," Dumbledore said. "However, as I have told Harry, or rather as I have told you, I will keep an open mind about this."

"And I thank you for that Professor," the Incubus said. "Demons can love, all creatures can love. It might be a twisted sense of love compared to humans' version of it, but dark creatures do have the ability to love. Demons have the ability to love. And that, I believe, is something that humanity, particularly Voldemort, does not understand. For you see, in his research into the Dark Arts, he tried to become a creature that symbolizes the Dark Arts, symbolizes the evils that such magic can bring about: a demon. Yet through his way, he had lost the ability to love. Yes, Professor, lost, for I believe that the man might have once had love, had the potential for love, yet lost it. Does this make him redeemable? Sympathetic? No, however it does show his own folly by trying to become something that he lacks the ability to become. For as long as he does not have love, Voldemort will never be human, nor a demon.

"I am an Incubus. I am particularly specialized in love, and lust. I've used Blaise's and Draco's love and lust for me to gather power to break the binds that you've placed on me. Both boys knew my intentions and gladly gave it. I did not force them into a relationship, nor did I force them to give me their love and lust. It happened naturally. Because believe it or not, consent is extremely important for demons."

"I see," Dumbledore nodded. "However, there is one matter that I wish to make clear, a question, if you do not mind."

"Of course."

"What is love?" Dumbledore asked. "We have talked about it briefly here. We know that it is the one thing that Lord Voldemort lacks, and all humans, and demons according to you, possess. So, I would ask you, Harry, to define this mysterious emotion of love."

He wishes to talk philosophy, the Incubus chuckled merrily to himself. "Love is a powerful emotion," he said, "I want to start from there. As well as remind you Dumbledore that though I am a demon, an Incubus, before all that I am only technically sixteen years old. Yes, there is stuff that I know that Harry does not, and I shared those as we learn together, however I wish that my view of love comes both from an Incubus's perspective, as well as that of a sixteen-year-old boy."

"I will respect that," Dumbledore nodded. "So, tell me, how do you believe that Love is a powerful emotion?" he asked.

"I used the love Blaise and Draco have for me, and I for them to restore my energy, that energy I then use to break from the potions' chains. In that regard, love is a powerful emotion that is able to set you free. Free you from any and all binds, both figuratively and literally, so that you may live your life to the fullest. I believe that love is also an emotion that binds souls together. It has bound my soul with Draco and Blaise, and their souls to each other's and mine."

"I see, so far an optimistic view," Dumbledore said.

"Both Harry and I believe that Love is a protective force, far more powerful than any destructive force in the world. When we were captured and brought to Voldemort, it was my demonic power that I've gave to Harry to help overcome the man quickly, but that power was not fueled by the dark arts, but of love. My love for Harry, for Draco, for Blaise, for all our friends… and a desire to see them all safe. You see Dumbledore, we are not so different, you and I. We only want the best for Harry, to protect him from forces that would otherwise harm and maim. It was unfortunate that for a time, you were one of those forces."

Dumbledore frowned at that, looking regrettable. Harry noted that, as did the Incubus as he said, "However I hope that you are not one of those forces any longer, Professor Dumbledore. For I have found love and want nothing more than to protect them."

"You have found love with both Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," the Incubus nodded. "Though I cannot speak for all demons, I however am sated. True I can spread lust, I would rather focus my time and energy on Draco and Blaise rather than ruining some stranger's life. In fact, I, like Harry, would like to marry Draco and Blaise one day. When we are older, obviously."

"So your only concern are of others' safety, I see," Dumbledore nodded. "That is a noble concern that I can agree on. As well as your onlook of love. It is both optimistic while incredibly childishly befitting of a teenager. An innocent viewpoint Harry, that many adults lose as they grow older. After hearing you, Harry, I must admit that I am glad I've kept an open mind about it. I have faulted you with the potions, and I profusely apologize for that. I am relieved to see that you use your powers out of love, and not for selfish reasons."

"Thank you for seeing it that way, Professor," Harry smiled, his eyes still red but his tail and horns starting to retract.

"Now that we have this over, would you please, in much detail that you can remember, walk me through what happened. How were you kidnapped, I thought the Burrow would be safe with my enchantments," Dumbledore asked, frowning slightly.

Harry nodded and told Dumbledore everything he remembered down to every last detail that he could recall. When he was done, Dumbledore sat in his chair deep in thought. Harry waited, giving the Headmaster the same silence and respect Dumbledore gave him, until the old man was ready to talk.

"It seems," Dumbledore said at last, "that Lord Voldemort is truly gone. Though I cannot say what the earthquake you felt was, I have several theories on that, which I would to stew over privately before I share them to you Harry, I have no doubt, however, that Lord Voldemort the human, the man, is dead. Gone from this world forever more. His soul may be in pieces, however, but we can discuss that at a later time."

Harry nodded, however he was still confused over the 'souls may be in pieces' part. The two stood up and Dumbledore offered his hand to Harry, "I am glad that you are safe, Harry, and that you have relieved my concerns about you and your inheritance. I can see now that you are in no danger from yourself, and that I was in the wrong, and, for a third time, I apologize for my actions."

"You don't need to apologize sir," Harry said, "you were just looking out for me."

"Yes, and you have given me much to think about over the winter break," Dumbledore said. "When school resumes, I wish for us to continue our meetings, for while the threat of Lord Voldemort is gone, I believe there is still a mystery about the man that we must solve together."

"Of course, sir," Harry smiled. They shook hands and Dumbledore said his goodbyes to Harry and the Weasleys, showing himself out.

The rest of the break leading up to Christmas was uneventful for Harry, which was how he liked it. He and the Incubus planned over a special gift they wish to give to their best friend, and on Christmas Eve they saw their chance as Harry and Ron were alone in their room. "Ron," Harry said, it was late at night and Harry couldn't help but feel a certain nervousness about it. "There's something I want to ask you."

"What is it Harry?" Ron asked.

"Well… my Incubus and I were talking, you see, and we've decided that we want to give you a gift… a gift that only we can give," Harry began. "Now, before you even ask this doesn't have to be sexual at all if you don't want it to be." Harry bit his lip and took off his shirt, "My nipples produce a special kind of milk that changes humans. Turn them into demons. You won't be my thrall, god no, but you won't be fully human, you'll be a demon… a demon with more powers both seductive and destructive if you want. I want to give this to you Ron because you've been with me since the start, you've stood by me and helped me when I felt that everyone was against me. …You don't have to accept it Ron but—" Harry gave a gasp as Ron pushed him down on the bed.

The redhead stood on top of Harry, his legs trapping the Incubus's as he glowered down. Harry's cheeks blushed as a confident smirk appeared on Ron's face. "You talk to much," he breathed and Ron bent down quickly, his hand going to Harry's throat which he held lightly as his lips latched onto one of Harry's perky full nipples and began sucking greedily. The boy couldn't help but moan as his friend assaulted his nipple, his other one leaking profusely, staining his chest. Ron did not seem to care about the mess, however, as he continued to suck and drink as though to suck Harry dry.

Ron drank for hours, moving from nipple to nipple, lapping up the milk that gathered on Harry's chest until both tits were red and puffy. Full, Ron groaned and wiped his hand as the changes began. He did not have horns nor a tail, however his eyes changed to a seductive red and his body began to fill out with muscles, his chest getting hairy and a seducing trail of red leading to his cock, which grew in size to an inhuman length. His cheeks and chin were now stubbled, and Ron grinned as he felt it.

"Wicked," he said. "Thanks Harry… Harry?"

Harry was breathing heavily as he stared at his friend. "You alright mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah… just you were rougher than I thought you would be with my tits," Harry breathed. "Think I'm done turning humans into demons… it's sore business."

Ron laughed as he helped his friend into a sitting position. "I was that good, huh?" He smirked.

"Shut up," Harry said. He stared at Ron's new body and groaned. "Your mother's going to have a nightmare tomorrow when she sees this…"

"I'm a growing boy, she'll believe that it's just puberty," Ron shrugged. "I'm actually more concern about Hermione. She still doesn't know everything right?"

"Right," Harry sighed. "But I'll tell her first thing when we get back. For now… I think I'll go to bed. You can do whatever you want with your new body but please keep it in the bathroom? You're my best friend and I don't want to see you nude."

Ron gave a barking laugh as Harry picked up his shirt and moved under the covers, falling asleep instantly. The next morning, he and Ron found a pile of presents in front of their beds as usual for Christmas mornings. The two greeted each other happily, nothing awkward between them as they tackled their presents.

"Woah! Wicked," Ron gasped. "Harry mate I feel bad, I didn't get your boyfriend anything." Harry turned to see that Ron was holding up a pair of leather pants that were obviously supposed to go with his leather jacket. "And there's a cap and everything!" he grinned.

Harry smiled, "Don't worry about it," he said. "I'm sure you'll find a way to pay Blaise back." Ron nodded and returned to their presents. Harry smiled when he found the one from Blaise and Draco. He opened it carefully and gasped. Inside was a beautiful necklace made of what looked like pure silver, in the middle a pink diamond. Harry tried it on and found that it fitted his neck perfectly, like a jeweled collar. Smiling, he wore as he opened the rest of his presents and dressed for the day.

As he expected, Mrs. Weasley did notice Ron's sudden change. "Ronald Weasley! What have you done to yourself young man?" she demanded.

"I did nothing, Mum!" Ron said. "I swear—I woke up like this."

"Aww look at that, puberty finally hit 'ickle Ronald," George said.

"He's finally a man George, we have so much to teach him, "Fred laughed.

Ron glared at the two of them and Mrs. Weasley huffed. She took a step and examined Ron, rubbing his stubbled chin. "I guess it does come late at times—you go upstairs right now young mister and you're not coming back until you are cleanly shaven. Bill, go with your brother so he doesn't hurt himself," she added, looking at her eldest. Bill left his fiancé's side and followed his brother upstairs. Harry smiled to himself, laughing silently as he sat down for breakfast. They didn't expect a thing.

Harry and Ron's Christmas day and break went along happily after that, nobody questioned Ron's new body, and everyone gushed over Harry's necklace from Blaise. When it was time to return to Hogwarts, both Harry and Ron found that they were excited. Harry radiated with glee at the thought of seeing and touching his boyfriends again, and Ron couldn't wait to see how his boys are doing, and grow the Gryffindor Harem, hoping to recruit boys both older and younger. Standing on the station of Platform Nine and three quarters, the two demonic friends looked at each other, their eyes gleaming red for only a second, a sadistic, gleeful smirk shared between them as they turned to stare back at the scarlet express that will ferry them back to their school, their love, their lust, and a whole slew of unknown adventures just waiting for the two demons to undertake.

"Well, I can say one thing Ron," Harry said, looking at this friend. "I am so happy that everything is over, and you've stuck by me."

"Well I'm not going to repeat the mistake I did fourth year," Ron said, "that's just stupid."

Harry hummed in agreement. "Well, our boys are waiting for us on that train," he said.

"They'll never know what hit him," Ron smirked. "I have so much ideas I want to try out. Fred and George gave me a stack of magazines about that stuff. Told me not to ask where they got it."

"Why aren't I surprise?" Harry sighed. "Well, before you go to your boys and me my boyfriends, we should go find Hermione. I hate lying to her. Let's just clear the air about everything."

"Yeah mate… sounds like a good plan," Ron nodded.

Harry smiled and giggled at a thought, "And who knows, when we're done, we can help her get a guy of her own!"

"He has to meet our approval obviously," Ron said.

"Oh yes definitely," Harry said. "Wouldn't want her dating an ass like McLaggen."

"Or Goyle."

"Or Crabbe."

"Or any Slytherins… sorry mate."

"Nott seems alright, I suppose," Harry shrugged, "but I've barely been with the guy."

"No Slytherins," Ron repeated, nodding to himself. "Maybe a Hufflepuff?"

"Nah."

"Ravenclaw?"

"Maybe."

"Well definitely not a Gryffindor from our year, they're all mine," Ron said.

"We'll find her someone," Harry said. "A good guy… well not us finding him but maybe gently pushing Hermione towards him."

"Gently?"

"…Ok I will push Hermione gently towards him and you'll… stay quiet cause you are not subtle," Harry said with a straight face.

"Hey!" Ron said loudly.

Harry laughed which caused Ron to pout and cross his arms. "There you two are," a voice said behind them and they turned to see Hermione standing looking a little winded. "I was looking for you, the train will leave any minute. What are you laughing about Harry?"

Harry smiled and looked at Ron, "Nothing much Hermione," he said jollily, leading the other two onboard the Hogwarts Express "but there is a lot of things Ron and I need to tell you on the way, a lot has happened over the break, and before, so we should find an empty compartment to say it all. But I can say out loud here that Voldemort is gone and there's nothing to worry about…

The End