[FANFICTION] Star Crossed Ch. 4
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bottom_dracoTitle: Star Crossed
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG - 17 THIS ONE IS DISTURBING EVEN TO ME
Summary: As a desperated attempt to get his family back, Harry decides to go to therapy with Scorpius Malfoy himself. There he will begin a journy to a better understanding of his psyche and the obsession that has marked his life and the ones before this one.
Konstantin Dominic Karkaroff was perfect and knew it. His life was on track after meeting his lord and master and a new road of opportunities had just opened before him, leaving behind the putrid life of an herbologist and rushing head in into a new lifestyle full of delight.
Just like the one he was experimenting right now, staring right into the dead eyes of another half-breed bastard that had dared to cross their army.
“Done?” he asked amusedly, his eyes set on the corpse and, specially, the man’s pointed ears.
“All done, sir,” one of his subordinates said seriously, eyes hard. Most of his soldiers were cheering while they rummaged to other corpses’ pockets. Rich half-breeds were common in the area.
“Good,” he mused, blasting the door of the castle open with his wand. He had won the siege and, as Lord Grindewall often said, to the victor went the spoils.
Now DurmstrangCastle was his.
“General!” another soldier yelled in obvious distress. “You need to see this!”
With a frown, Konstantin approached the soldier and followed his wide eyes to the wall they had knocked down during the battle, or, most accurately, to what laid inside.
“Those fucking freaks,” he cursed, his eyes wide. “What the hell is this, Lief!”
“They were breeding, sir!” stuttered the soldier, Augustin Lief, his face paling by the second. “Those bastards were breeding their monsters here!”
Konstantin peered inside, covering his nose as he was greeted with the putrid stench of the lab. He could easily guess the reason for such smell, considering the amount of rotting corpses and body parts littering the floor and walls.
Glass cases hung from all walls as their contents, deformed fetuses and children, floated inside in sleep. Some had fish tails instead of legs, others had pointed ears and webbed fingers. Others were even sported scales down their arms and silver horns curled from their heads.
The blond narrowed his eyes, sickened.
“Kill them all,” he said. “Don’t leave any of this beasts alive.”
His loyal soldiers rushed to comply, most cursing the name of the late Count Durmstrang, because this was obviously his fault. To breed pure-blooded wizards and witches with this atrocities.
“Sir!” Lief called suddenly, his voice shrill. “SIR! ONE IS OUT OF ITS CAGE!”
Konstantin rushed towards his soldier, his wand ready to strike whatever deformed monster he met.
He hadn’t expected a child, however.
He hadn’t expected the blood-soaked child to stare at him with innocent light blue eyes and to reach milk-white hands towards him.
“Daddy?” the child asked. “Can we go home, Daddy?”
Lief raised his wand, ready to end the creature’s suffering, but Konstantin stopped him.
“Hello, baby,” he asked the child. “What is your name?”
The boy tipped his head to the side, ebony locks hiding his eyes for a moment.
“Master called me Grigory,” he giggled happily. “Can we go home, Daddy? I’m hungry.”
Lief stared at his commanding officer with worry.
“Sir…” he tried, but Konstantin was already cradling the child in his arms and caressing his head.
“Of course, Grigory,” he whispered. “We can go home now.”
----
“It seems you brought a little souvenir from your excursion to Durmstrang, Kostya,” laughed their Lord Grindewall as he entered his most trusted general’s chambers. Konstantin wanted to stand and greet his master, but Grigory’s eager hands on his thighs prevented him from moving.
“Ah, yes, my Lord,” he managed to gasp. Grindewall raised a golden eyebrow and sat before his general, an amused smile curling his lips.
“Eager little thing, isn’t it?” he asked.
Konstantin lowered his eyes.
“I can’t help it, my lord,” he muttered, trying to grab onto the boy’s arms to stop him. “He says this is the only way he can show his… gratitude. If I try to stop him he will… punish himself.”
“Almost like a house-elf,” mussed the older man, his smirk widening when the boy’s hands reached for his knee. “Have you found out what type of breed this little one is?”
Grigory giggled happily and continued to rub his ivory cheek against Konstantin’s crotch, a soft purring noise escaping his throat with each caress.
Konstantin pulled his head back, a grin on his face.
“For what I can tell he’s mostly humanoid,” he stated, separating the boy’s lips with his fingers. “It seems his teeth were sharpened the muggle way, as were his nails.”
“A muggle then?” Gellert asked, raising the second eyebrow in surprise. “Would it explain why this little monster is clinging to you? Trying to suck your cock?”
Konstantin shook his head.
“No, my Lord,” he sighed. “Irivna has examined him thoroughly. She said he was… abused, repeatedly. My guess is that this little thing went mad.”
“A mad muggle sex-toy,” Gellert laughed. “So poetic. Maybe the creatures in the laboratorie were your pretty pet’s children?”
Konstantin rolled his eyes.
“Doubtfully, my Lord,” he answered with a shrug. Grigory was reaching for his pants again, and this time, Konstantin let him. “I asked him already.”
“Oh?” mocked Grindewall. “And what did the boy say?”
Karkaroff shrugged.
“Grigory, can you tell our lord what you were doing at the laboratory?” he asked with a cruel smirk. The boy’s eyes were dull when he answered, fully concentrated on pulling Konstantin’s generous erection from his pants. Daddy was a good man, daddy deserved to be happy.
“Master said I was a bad boy,” he explained. “Bad boys don’t eat. And then Master left and never returned and the babies were dying anyway. Tender tender flesh.”
Lief paled from his post by the door, his eyes downcast.
Grindewall’s smirk disappeared.
“He was eating them,” he said, if only to make sure he heard right.
“Lord Durmstrang didn’t feed him. He went and ate whatever he found,” Konstantin explained, his hand caressing his pet’s hair tenderly. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
Grigory looked up, his face flushing pink and his eyes wide.
“I love you, Daddy,” he beamed, running his cheek against his new owner’s engorged cock. Konstantin moaned, tightening his grip on the boy’s hair.
“And Daddy loves you, Grigory.”
Gellert Grindewall just waved his wand and served himself more tea, preparing for another one of his most trusted general’s exhibitions.
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“We are worried, my Lord,” Lt. Lief sighed, staring at the blond dark wizard. “Commander has not left his room for a week and that… animal. He stalks the gardens at night, catching doves and mice with his teeth.”
Dr. Viktoria Irivna nodded her head, her eyes wide.
“Master, that muggle brat is clearly out of his mind,” she stated. “By forming a sexual-familiar bond with General Karkaroff, he secures his position of food and shelter. It is a clear manipulation of Karkaroff’s darker needs.”
Grindewall crossed his arms, clearly amused. He knew, of course, that while Lt. Lief respected and maybe even admired Konstantin’s military ability, he was sickened by the displays he clearly considered pure ‘entertainment’. To Konstantin, setting wild animals to dispose of their prisoners or even torturing them out of curiosity, was completely acceptable, considering their muggle origins.
Irivna, on the other hand, hated Karkaroff with passion. The same passion that had them married ten years previous and then forced her to face shame and ridicule by his divorce petition.
Karkaroff was a remorseless, conscienceless man with a cruel heart and an even crueler appetite.
Just like Grindewall liked them.
Just like Albus had been all those years ago.
“General Karkaroff has been doing an exemplary job for our cause,” Gellert said finally. “And his little beast is nothing to him but a source of amusement. He is taking advantage of the only use muggles have.”
Of course, he wouldn’t share with his little soldiers how passionate and dedicated was the boy when set on bringing pleasure. Just remembering his tiny hands and full lips was enough to make the Dark Lord shiver.
“But, my Lord,” Lief tried, his eyes showing his concern.
“That will be enough, Lt. Lief,” Grindewall snapped. “I expect your report on The Wand by tonight.”
It wasn’t necessary to dismiss them both, he knew.
They understood he wasn’t going to pay attention to their petty complains anymore.
----
“Daddy,” Grigory moaned, his dark hair trashing from side to side and he shook with pleasure.
Konstantin grinned; thrusting determined to bring his little fiend into orgasm. Idly, he wondered when his partner’s pleasure had become important to him.
“My baby,” he groaned back, biting into the soft skin of his toy’s shoulder. “My Grigory.”
“Daddy!” the boy answered. “I love you, Daddy, I love you!”
Konstantin roared into the tip of a pointed ear before lavishing the shell with his tongue. He didn’t know what it was about Grigory that drove him mad, but the taste of his skin, the color of his eyes. It was all so heady, so intoxicating. He could hardly get enough.
With another scream he tightened his hands on the boy’s hips, knuckled turning white, and spilled himself inside the wet heat that was Grigory, so snug and perfect.
The boy tightened his arms around his ‘Daddy’s neck and sunk his sharp teeth into his shoulder, breaking the skin easily and lapping at his blood.
Konstantin felt the tiny body shudder and then the warmth of his seed spilling into them both. The sweet smell of their coupled orgasm filling the room.
Slowly he pulled out from his little baby’s body and laid on his back, pulling Grigory with him.
“You were wonderful, baby,” Konstantin whispered. “I’m very happy.”
Grigory’s eyes widened and then lit up happily, his arms tightening around Daddy’s neck.
“Daddy is happy!” he beamed, licking the man’s ear, his slender thigh already rubbing against the man’s awakening erection, coercing muted gasps from those rugged lips. “I want Daddy to be happy, I want Daddy to love me.”
Konstantin thought back to his son Igor, locked back home since Irivna and him were busy. Igor never called him Daddy, nor did he demand his love so eagerly.
Was this little imp a replacement for his own cold son?
A simple glance towards the boy’s pointy ears and the little ridges that were marring his shoulder blades were answer enough.
A part of him told Konstantin he should be sickened, to share his bed with a half-breed.
Yet, Grigory was everything and anything he could ever want.
With a playful growl he deepened two fingers into the boy’s stretched hole and grinned when that sweet mouth opened into a single O of pleasure, his legs spreading instantly in a silent plea for more. Sweaty ebony locks plastered to the pillow shook as the boy mewled and begged for his Daddy’s cock.
They would not abandon their bed for a few more days.
“You are a half breed,” Lt. Lief said suddenly, as Grigory innocently splashed around the river with his feet. He had raised his arms lightly, making his shirt ride up with them and revealing, quite by accident, the vestigial ridges that ran from his shoulder blades to his lower back.
And as suddenly, the boy’s cheerful laughter stopped, his shoulders tensed and his beautiful blue eyes turned crimson. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned around, his sharp teeth bared towards Lief.
“You will keep silent,” he ordered softly, his voice deepening from his childish trill into an adult baritone. “I’ve worked too hard to get where I am and you won’t stop me.”
With purposeful steps he stalked towards the man, who, out of fear or pride, he didn’t know, stood his ground, his hand fisted on his wand.
“I know you want Kostya for your own,” the boy hissed, standing on his toes to reach the Lieutenant’s ear. “You always have, and always will. But he is mine now, and I’m not letting him go so easily.”
“You sick monster,” Lief hissed back, finding himself unable to move his arms, to push the beast away. “What are you?”
Grigory laughed, an insane and high pitched sound of glee that froze the man’s blood.
“I am your new master, little Lief,” he said simply. “You will be mine too, and will carry my stain in your family for all times.”
Lief wanted to protest, so cry out for help, but he was being enveloped by a red haze that dulled everything around him but the beautiful creature staring lustfully at him.
“Come to me and surrender,” the little boy seemed to say and Lief couldn’t think of an excuse not to do so. With a wide, lustful smile, he wrapped his arms around the small waist and hoisted the boy up, fusing their lips together and plundering his sweet mouth with his tongue.
And instantly Lief knew what kind of creature he was dealing with.
But it suddenly wasn’t all that important.
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“I want a birthday, Daddy!” Grigory said suddenly, out of the blue. Konstantin smiled indulgently as he read parchment after parchment of strategies. From his usual post at the door, Lief smiled gently.
Grigory was so cute.
“A birthday, baby?” the blond asked, his smile widening when the boy nodded enthusiastically.
“I read that everyone had a birthday and presents and cake and I want my own birthday, Daddy!” he pouted, blowing his black bangs from his forehead.
Konstantin laughed, caressing the boy’s soft hair.
“Well then, what about today?” he asked. “Today will be Grigory’s birthday.”
The boy’s eyes widened as he beamed happily and leaned in to kiss his Konstantin deeply, their tongues battling for dominance.
“Thank you, Daddy!” he grinned, his teeth shinning under the candle light. “I have a birthday!!”
Lief and Konstantin stared at eachother for a moment, both smiling.
“What would you like as a present, Grigory?” asked Lief, his eyes alit with desire.
The boy stopped his childish dancing and stared at them, his pout thoughtful.
“I want…” he mused. “I want the whore with the horrible glass eyes!” he beamed finally, surprising Lief and amusing Konstantin.
“A prostitute, darling?” he asked lightly. The boy nodded.
“Yes, she prances around the castle,” he explained. “The one with blond hair that is always sneering. I don’t like the way she looks at me.”
And suddenly both men understood to whom their little lover was talking about.
By the time Irivna realized she was going to die her hands had been chewed off by an overly eager boy with razor-sharp teeth and a maniacal laughter that would ring inside her ears long after her eyes had been pulled from her skull.
“Try to look down on me now!” the boy giggled happily, chewing onto one of the cold eyes with glee. “Try to touch me now!”
And his bare feet crushed her severed hands.
And while Karkaroff laughed and applauded his little love for a job well done, Lief felt hesitant and sickened by such display of animalistic madness.
But then those red eyes were on him again and the haze was so strong and the sweetness on that bloodied smile made his cock throb with desire.
And everything Grigory wanted he could get, as long as those ruby lips wrapped around him soon.
“NO!”
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“NO!” Harry cried suddenly, his eyes wide. Hermione and Ron fell onto the floor with the impact of his friend’s distressed scream. “I don’t want to watch anymore!”
“Dad, are you ok?” Albus asked, sounded concerned.
Harry shook his head.
“What is happening here, son!” he yelled. “That’s a child, a demon! What on earth is happening!!”
“Maybe we should stop,” suggested Ron, looking a little ill.
“No,” Hermione said firmly. “We came here to help Harry. I know it’s painful, but you must see and learn!”
“You don’t understand,” sobbed Harry. “He’s a child! And a demon! All the atrocities!!”
“That’s not a child, Harry!” Hermione snapped. “I was researching on him when he killed me! He’s an hybrid, a incubus!”
Ron and Harry stared at the woman, their eyes wide.
“What?” asked Ron weakly.
“He’s controlling you both with sex, it’s his nature,” she explained.
“He doesn’t love me?” whispered Harry, his eyes wide.
“Dad, if you don’t finish the memory you might be in danger of melding with it. You will be both!” Albus warned.
“He has to love me…” Harry whimpered, hands trembling as their curled into fists.
“I’m sorry, Uncle, Aunt, I’m going ahead now,” warned Albus. Ron and Hermione nodded mutely, their eyes fixed onto their friend who was struggling between his self and the one he had been almost a century ago.
---
Grigory turned his head as Lief and Konstantin shook their heads dazedly, almost as if they were coming out of a dream.
“I’m going to play outside,” he said happily.
Konstantin nodded mutely, a small smile curling his lips.
“Just tell me you love me and you can go, baby,” he said softly, wrapping both arms around the boy’s back.
Grigory grinned, jumping into his Daddy’s lap and dragging his ass over his thighs as he approached his chest, a smirk twisting his lips when the blond man gasped.
“I love you, Daddy,” he said resolutely, locking his crimson eyes with Konstantin’s blue ones. “I love you like I love air and blood and the smell of you. And I will love you for as long as you want me to love you.”
“What if I want you to love me forever?” he asked cheekily.
The boy smiled.
“Then I will love you forever, in secret, openly, until I die and be born again, and then maybe, if you want my love you will be able to ask for it.”
Konstantin’s arms tightened around Grigory, not from any form of possessiveness, but from the intensity of his feelings upon hearing those words. Something inside of him had been waiting forever for them, he knew.
None of them realized the moment that Lief’s eyes narrowed in jealousy, nor the way his fists clenched and unclenched.
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“My Lord,” Lief said respectfully, kneeling before Grindewall. “Karkaroff is on his way from Britain, with news about the cloak.”
The blond dark wizard grinned, twirling his wand on his fingers.
“Was there any problem?” he asked idly. Lief shook his head.
“He says he ran into Dumbledore for a while, but managed to dodge him,” he informed. “Although there is a rumour spreading in the upper circles, My Lord. They say Dumbledore has offered shelter for all Incubus and Incubus around the continent.”
“One can only imagine what is my perverted little Albus thinking,” sighed Gellert, his eyes narrowed.
“Sir, if you would allow, I would like to research on the matter, maybe find a way to turn the monsters against Dumbledore?”
The blond raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting.
“That would be quite an interesting research, Lt. Lief,” he said amusedly. “Do proceed.”
Lief nodded and left as fast as he could. He needed to find a way to have his pretty baby all to himself.
----
That night Grigory was bouncing up and down on Konstantin’s lap when Lief entered the room. The boy was moaning in abandon as he held onto the hands crushing his hips.
Konstantin stared at his Lieutenant with wide eyes, not stopping his mad thrusting.
“Lt. Lief?” he asked breathlessly. Lief grinned, his eyes mad.
“Recognize this, Karkaroff?” he asked, holding a little glass bottle on his hand.
Grigory shrieked, his eyes set on the little colored bottle.
Konstantin raised an eyebrow.
“That thing?” he asked, running his fingers over the boy’s thighs. “Count Durmstrang had it around his neck.”
“And you took it from him when you killed him, didn’t you?” Lief asked.
Konstantin shrugged.
“So?”
“Grigory, dear, explain to Daddy what this bottle is?” he said sweetly.
The boy was shivering, his eyes wide.
“That bottle holds my insides,” he whimpered. “Master, will let Grigory go?”
Lief shook his head, his eyes narrowed.
“Come here, my little one,” he ordered, smirking as the boy stood without even looking at Konstantin and crawled on his hands and knees towards Lief, resting his head on the man’s boot.
“What is the meaning if this!” Konstantin snapped, his wand pointed right between Lief’s eyes.
“Whoever has this little thing here is Grigory’s master, isn’t that right, my little Incubus?” he sneered, nudging the boy’s head with the tip of his shoe. “Who do you love, Grigory?”
“You, Daddy, I love you,” the boy whispered happily, his eyes full of devotion.
“Would you do anything for me, Grigory precious?” Lief asked viciously, his eyes locked with Konstantin’s own.
“Anything, Daddy, I love you.”
“You will love me for all times, you might die and be reborn, Grigory, but you will still love me then,” Lief sentenced, holding the bottle into his fist. “And to seal our little pact, why don’t you kill General Karkaroff over here? He is no longer needed.”
“Baby…” Konstantin said slowly, his eyes wide. But the boy’s eyes had gone dull and his mouth slack.
“Yes, Daddy, as you wish,” he muttered. Both men stared as the little ridges lining the boy’s back grew to become dangerous spikes and his little ears extended and curles, his fangs sharpened and his claws darkened and suddenly it was more than obvious to them that this creature was the real Grigory.
Konstantin and Lief couldn’t help but think he looked glorious.
With a roar, Grigory jumped onto the bed, his claws extended to sink onto Konstantin’s neck. Blood splattered all over the room to the chorus of Lief’s and Grigory’s maniacal laughter.
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When Harry and the others came to this time, Harry was on top of Ron, his hands curling around the redhead’s neck.
“He’s MINE! HE WAS MINE BEFORE! HE’S ALWAYS BEEN MINE!” he shrieked hysterically. Under him, Ron struggled for air, his face purpling and swelling rapidly.
“That’s ok!” he gasped, trying to pry Harry’s hands from his neck.
“HARRY!” yelled Hermione, jumping onto her best friend. “Calm down, it’s over, Harry!”
Harry’s green eyes widened as he stared at his best friends. Instantly he pulled away from them and curled into a corner, hugging his knees to his chest.
“What the hell is wrong with me!” he cried. “I killed you both, I enjoyed every second of it!”
Hermione helped Ron to his feet, her face puzzled.
“What do you mean?” she asked, caressing her husband’s bruised neck gently. “I thought Ron was the one who.”
“I was Konstantin Karkaroff,” Ron grumbled, coughing. “He took Grigory from me.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was trying to protect you at first, I loved you,” Harry rambled. “But then he did something, and I could only think of him, could only be with him. It was almost like back in Japan. He had to be mine.”
“He must have been using his allure on you both the whole time, for you not to see his real appearance,” Hermione mussed outloud, her eyes narrowed. “The only one that saw him as he really looked was Count Durmstrang, who took him in the first time.”
“Count Durmstrang?” Ron asked. “I barely remember him.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said. “I researched him, he took Grigory under his wing from the moment of his conception and was taking care of him as a… paternal figure. When Grigory said he was starved, he meant Count Durmstrang wouldn’t have sex with him.”
“The same person that has been following him around all this lives?” Harry asked softly. “The slave that got Caedyrn out, Hanako-san, Marcel?”
Hermione nodded.
“That same person has been following, or rather, your elusive little boyfriend for a while,” she said. “My guess is that we actually know who this person is, we have seen him or her and that’s why Albus and Scorpius are avoiding the issue.”
“Albus?” Harry snapped.
“… Don’t ask me, Dad, please,” the young man whispered sadly. “Yes, I can see how you all look like, and yes, I know who you have been… courting, but please don’t ask me.”
“Why?” questioned Ron. “Is it Voldemort?”
“No, not that bad, but…” Albus swallowed thickly. “We’ve already seen what happened. And Daddy, you will see who this person is on your next travel. It might scare you.”
Harry swallowed too, Albus only called him Daddy when he was nervous or scared. And for his twenty five year old son to be scared, he couldn’t even imagine.
“Take us there, Albus, this one is the last one before I was born, right?” Harry sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”
To be Continued.
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Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG - 17 THIS ONE IS DISTURBING EVEN TO ME
Summary: As a desperated attempt to get his family back, Harry decides to go to therapy with Scorpius Malfoy himself. There he will begin a journy to a better understanding of his psyche and the obsession that has marked his life and the ones before this one.
Konstantin Dominic Karkaroff was perfect and knew it. His life was on track after meeting his lord and master and a new road of opportunities had just opened before him, leaving behind the putrid life of an herbologist and rushing head in into a new lifestyle full of delight.
Just like the one he was experimenting right now, staring right into the dead eyes of another half-breed bastard that had dared to cross their army.
“Done?” he asked amusedly, his eyes set on the corpse and, specially, the man’s pointed ears.
“All done, sir,” one of his subordinates said seriously, eyes hard. Most of his soldiers were cheering while they rummaged to other corpses’ pockets. Rich half-breeds were common in the area.
“Good,” he mused, blasting the door of the castle open with his wand. He had won the siege and, as Lord Grindewall often said, to the victor went the spoils.
Now DurmstrangCastle was his.
“General!” another soldier yelled in obvious distress. “You need to see this!”
With a frown, Konstantin approached the soldier and followed his wide eyes to the wall they had knocked down during the battle, or, most accurately, to what laid inside.
“Those fucking freaks,” he cursed, his eyes wide. “What the hell is this, Lief!”
“They were breeding, sir!” stuttered the soldier, Augustin Lief, his face paling by the second. “Those bastards were breeding their monsters here!”
Konstantin peered inside, covering his nose as he was greeted with the putrid stench of the lab. He could easily guess the reason for such smell, considering the amount of rotting corpses and body parts littering the floor and walls.
Glass cases hung from all walls as their contents, deformed fetuses and children, floated inside in sleep. Some had fish tails instead of legs, others had pointed ears and webbed fingers. Others were even sported scales down their arms and silver horns curled from their heads.
The blond narrowed his eyes, sickened.
“Kill them all,” he said. “Don’t leave any of this beasts alive.”
His loyal soldiers rushed to comply, most cursing the name of the late Count Durmstrang, because this was obviously his fault. To breed pure-blooded wizards and witches with this atrocities.
“Sir!” Lief called suddenly, his voice shrill. “SIR! ONE IS OUT OF ITS CAGE!”
Konstantin rushed towards his soldier, his wand ready to strike whatever deformed monster he met.
He hadn’t expected a child, however.
He hadn’t expected the blood-soaked child to stare at him with innocent light blue eyes and to reach milk-white hands towards him.
“Daddy?” the child asked. “Can we go home, Daddy?”
Lief raised his wand, ready to end the creature’s suffering, but Konstantin stopped him.
“Hello, baby,” he asked the child. “What is your name?”
The boy tipped his head to the side, ebony locks hiding his eyes for a moment.
“Master called me Grigory,” he giggled happily. “Can we go home, Daddy? I’m hungry.”
Lief stared at his commanding officer with worry.
“Sir…” he tried, but Konstantin was already cradling the child in his arms and caressing his head.
“Of course, Grigory,” he whispered. “We can go home now.”
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“It seems you brought a little souvenir from your excursion to Durmstrang, Kostya,” laughed their Lord Grindewall as he entered his most trusted general’s chambers. Konstantin wanted to stand and greet his master, but Grigory’s eager hands on his thighs prevented him from moving.
“Ah, yes, my Lord,” he managed to gasp. Grindewall raised a golden eyebrow and sat before his general, an amused smile curling his lips.
“Eager little thing, isn’t it?” he asked.
Konstantin lowered his eyes.
“I can’t help it, my lord,” he muttered, trying to grab onto the boy’s arms to stop him. “He says this is the only way he can show his… gratitude. If I try to stop him he will… punish himself.”
“Almost like a house-elf,” mussed the older man, his smirk widening when the boy’s hands reached for his knee. “Have you found out what type of breed this little one is?”
Grigory giggled happily and continued to rub his ivory cheek against Konstantin’s crotch, a soft purring noise escaping his throat with each caress.
Konstantin pulled his head back, a grin on his face.
“For what I can tell he’s mostly humanoid,” he stated, separating the boy’s lips with his fingers. “It seems his teeth were sharpened the muggle way, as were his nails.”
“A muggle then?” Gellert asked, raising the second eyebrow in surprise. “Would it explain why this little monster is clinging to you? Trying to suck your cock?”
Konstantin shook his head.
“No, my Lord,” he sighed. “Irivna has examined him thoroughly. She said he was… abused, repeatedly. My guess is that this little thing went mad.”
“A mad muggle sex-toy,” Gellert laughed. “So poetic. Maybe the creatures in the laboratorie were your pretty pet’s children?”
Konstantin rolled his eyes.
“Doubtfully, my Lord,” he answered with a shrug. Grigory was reaching for his pants again, and this time, Konstantin let him. “I asked him already.”
“Oh?” mocked Grindewall. “And what did the boy say?”
Karkaroff shrugged.
“Grigory, can you tell our lord what you were doing at the laboratory?” he asked with a cruel smirk. The boy’s eyes were dull when he answered, fully concentrated on pulling Konstantin’s generous erection from his pants. Daddy was a good man, daddy deserved to be happy.
“Master said I was a bad boy,” he explained. “Bad boys don’t eat. And then Master left and never returned and the babies were dying anyway. Tender tender flesh.”
Lief paled from his post by the door, his eyes downcast.
Grindewall’s smirk disappeared.
“He was eating them,” he said, if only to make sure he heard right.
“Lord Durmstrang didn’t feed him. He went and ate whatever he found,” Konstantin explained, his hand caressing his pet’s hair tenderly. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
Grigory looked up, his face flushing pink and his eyes wide.
“I love you, Daddy,” he beamed, running his cheek against his new owner’s engorged cock. Konstantin moaned, tightening his grip on the boy’s hair.
“And Daddy loves you, Grigory.”
Gellert Grindewall just waved his wand and served himself more tea, preparing for another one of his most trusted general’s exhibitions.
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“We are worried, my Lord,” Lt. Lief sighed, staring at the blond dark wizard. “Commander has not left his room for a week and that… animal. He stalks the gardens at night, catching doves and mice with his teeth.”
Dr. Viktoria Irivna nodded her head, her eyes wide.
“Master, that muggle brat is clearly out of his mind,” she stated. “By forming a sexual-familiar bond with General Karkaroff, he secures his position of food and shelter. It is a clear manipulation of Karkaroff’s darker needs.”
Grindewall crossed his arms, clearly amused. He knew, of course, that while Lt. Lief respected and maybe even admired Konstantin’s military ability, he was sickened by the displays he clearly considered pure ‘entertainment’. To Konstantin, setting wild animals to dispose of their prisoners or even torturing them out of curiosity, was completely acceptable, considering their muggle origins.
Irivna, on the other hand, hated Karkaroff with passion. The same passion that had them married ten years previous and then forced her to face shame and ridicule by his divorce petition.
Karkaroff was a remorseless, conscienceless man with a cruel heart and an even crueler appetite.
Just like Grindewall liked them.
Just like Albus had been all those years ago.
“General Karkaroff has been doing an exemplary job for our cause,” Gellert said finally. “And his little beast is nothing to him but a source of amusement. He is taking advantage of the only use muggles have.”
Of course, he wouldn’t share with his little soldiers how passionate and dedicated was the boy when set on bringing pleasure. Just remembering his tiny hands and full lips was enough to make the Dark Lord shiver.
“But, my Lord,” Lief tried, his eyes showing his concern.
“That will be enough, Lt. Lief,” Grindewall snapped. “I expect your report on The Wand by tonight.”
It wasn’t necessary to dismiss them both, he knew.
They understood he wasn’t going to pay attention to their petty complains anymore.
----
“Daddy,” Grigory moaned, his dark hair trashing from side to side and he shook with pleasure.
Konstantin grinned; thrusting determined to bring his little fiend into orgasm. Idly, he wondered when his partner’s pleasure had become important to him.
“My baby,” he groaned back, biting into the soft skin of his toy’s shoulder. “My Grigory.”
“Daddy!” the boy answered. “I love you, Daddy, I love you!”
Konstantin roared into the tip of a pointed ear before lavishing the shell with his tongue. He didn’t know what it was about Grigory that drove him mad, but the taste of his skin, the color of his eyes. It was all so heady, so intoxicating. He could hardly get enough.
With another scream he tightened his hands on the boy’s hips, knuckled turning white, and spilled himself inside the wet heat that was Grigory, so snug and perfect.
The boy tightened his arms around his ‘Daddy’s neck and sunk his sharp teeth into his shoulder, breaking the skin easily and lapping at his blood.
Konstantin felt the tiny body shudder and then the warmth of his seed spilling into them both. The sweet smell of their coupled orgasm filling the room.
Slowly he pulled out from his little baby’s body and laid on his back, pulling Grigory with him.
“You were wonderful, baby,” Konstantin whispered. “I’m very happy.”
Grigory’s eyes widened and then lit up happily, his arms tightening around Daddy’s neck.
“Daddy is happy!” he beamed, licking the man’s ear, his slender thigh already rubbing against the man’s awakening erection, coercing muted gasps from those rugged lips. “I want Daddy to be happy, I want Daddy to love me.”
Konstantin thought back to his son Igor, locked back home since Irivna and him were busy. Igor never called him Daddy, nor did he demand his love so eagerly.
Was this little imp a replacement for his own cold son?
A simple glance towards the boy’s pointy ears and the little ridges that were marring his shoulder blades were answer enough.
A part of him told Konstantin he should be sickened, to share his bed with a half-breed.
Yet, Grigory was everything and anything he could ever want.
With a playful growl he deepened two fingers into the boy’s stretched hole and grinned when that sweet mouth opened into a single O of pleasure, his legs spreading instantly in a silent plea for more. Sweaty ebony locks plastered to the pillow shook as the boy mewled and begged for his Daddy’s cock.
They would not abandon their bed for a few more days.
“You are a half breed,” Lt. Lief said suddenly, as Grigory innocently splashed around the river with his feet. He had raised his arms lightly, making his shirt ride up with them and revealing, quite by accident, the vestigial ridges that ran from his shoulder blades to his lower back.
And as suddenly, the boy’s cheerful laughter stopped, his shoulders tensed and his beautiful blue eyes turned crimson. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned around, his sharp teeth bared towards Lief.
“You will keep silent,” he ordered softly, his voice deepening from his childish trill into an adult baritone. “I’ve worked too hard to get where I am and you won’t stop me.”
With purposeful steps he stalked towards the man, who, out of fear or pride, he didn’t know, stood his ground, his hand fisted on his wand.
“I know you want Kostya for your own,” the boy hissed, standing on his toes to reach the Lieutenant’s ear. “You always have, and always will. But he is mine now, and I’m not letting him go so easily.”
“You sick monster,” Lief hissed back, finding himself unable to move his arms, to push the beast away. “What are you?”
Grigory laughed, an insane and high pitched sound of glee that froze the man’s blood.
“I am your new master, little Lief,” he said simply. “You will be mine too, and will carry my stain in your family for all times.”
Lief wanted to protest, so cry out for help, but he was being enveloped by a red haze that dulled everything around him but the beautiful creature staring lustfully at him.
“Come to me and surrender,” the little boy seemed to say and Lief couldn’t think of an excuse not to do so. With a wide, lustful smile, he wrapped his arms around the small waist and hoisted the boy up, fusing their lips together and plundering his sweet mouth with his tongue.
And instantly Lief knew what kind of creature he was dealing with.
But it suddenly wasn’t all that important.
----
“I want a birthday, Daddy!” Grigory said suddenly, out of the blue. Konstantin smiled indulgently as he read parchment after parchment of strategies. From his usual post at the door, Lief smiled gently.
Grigory was so cute.
“A birthday, baby?” the blond asked, his smile widening when the boy nodded enthusiastically.
“I read that everyone had a birthday and presents and cake and I want my own birthday, Daddy!” he pouted, blowing his black bangs from his forehead.
Konstantin laughed, caressing the boy’s soft hair.
“Well then, what about today?” he asked. “Today will be Grigory’s birthday.”
The boy’s eyes widened as he beamed happily and leaned in to kiss his Konstantin deeply, their tongues battling for dominance.
“Thank you, Daddy!” he grinned, his teeth shinning under the candle light. “I have a birthday!!”
Lief and Konstantin stared at eachother for a moment, both smiling.
“What would you like as a present, Grigory?” asked Lief, his eyes alit with desire.
The boy stopped his childish dancing and stared at them, his pout thoughtful.
“I want…” he mused. “I want the whore with the horrible glass eyes!” he beamed finally, surprising Lief and amusing Konstantin.
“A prostitute, darling?” he asked lightly. The boy nodded.
“Yes, she prances around the castle,” he explained. “The one with blond hair that is always sneering. I don’t like the way she looks at me.”
And suddenly both men understood to whom their little lover was talking about.
By the time Irivna realized she was going to die her hands had been chewed off by an overly eager boy with razor-sharp teeth and a maniacal laughter that would ring inside her ears long after her eyes had been pulled from her skull.
“Try to look down on me now!” the boy giggled happily, chewing onto one of the cold eyes with glee. “Try to touch me now!”
And his bare feet crushed her severed hands.
And while Karkaroff laughed and applauded his little love for a job well done, Lief felt hesitant and sickened by such display of animalistic madness.
But then those red eyes were on him again and the haze was so strong and the sweetness on that bloodied smile made his cock throb with desire.
And everything Grigory wanted he could get, as long as those ruby lips wrapped around him soon.
“NO!”
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“NO!” Harry cried suddenly, his eyes wide. Hermione and Ron fell onto the floor with the impact of his friend’s distressed scream. “I don’t want to watch anymore!”
“Dad, are you ok?” Albus asked, sounded concerned.
Harry shook his head.
“What is happening here, son!” he yelled. “That’s a child, a demon! What on earth is happening!!”
“Maybe we should stop,” suggested Ron, looking a little ill.
“No,” Hermione said firmly. “We came here to help Harry. I know it’s painful, but you must see and learn!”
“You don’t understand,” sobbed Harry. “He’s a child! And a demon! All the atrocities!!”
“That’s not a child, Harry!” Hermione snapped. “I was researching on him when he killed me! He’s an hybrid, a incubus!”
Ron and Harry stared at the woman, their eyes wide.
“What?” asked Ron weakly.
“He’s controlling you both with sex, it’s his nature,” she explained.
“He doesn’t love me?” whispered Harry, his eyes wide.
“Dad, if you don’t finish the memory you might be in danger of melding with it. You will be both!” Albus warned.
“He has to love me…” Harry whimpered, hands trembling as their curled into fists.
“I’m sorry, Uncle, Aunt, I’m going ahead now,” warned Albus. Ron and Hermione nodded mutely, their eyes fixed onto their friend who was struggling between his self and the one he had been almost a century ago.
---
Grigory turned his head as Lief and Konstantin shook their heads dazedly, almost as if they were coming out of a dream.
“I’m going to play outside,” he said happily.
Konstantin nodded mutely, a small smile curling his lips.
“Just tell me you love me and you can go, baby,” he said softly, wrapping both arms around the boy’s back.
Grigory grinned, jumping into his Daddy’s lap and dragging his ass over his thighs as he approached his chest, a smirk twisting his lips when the blond man gasped.
“I love you, Daddy,” he said resolutely, locking his crimson eyes with Konstantin’s blue ones. “I love you like I love air and blood and the smell of you. And I will love you for as long as you want me to love you.”
“What if I want you to love me forever?” he asked cheekily.
The boy smiled.
“Then I will love you forever, in secret, openly, until I die and be born again, and then maybe, if you want my love you will be able to ask for it.”
Konstantin’s arms tightened around Grigory, not from any form of possessiveness, but from the intensity of his feelings upon hearing those words. Something inside of him had been waiting forever for them, he knew.
None of them realized the moment that Lief’s eyes narrowed in jealousy, nor the way his fists clenched and unclenched.
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“My Lord,” Lief said respectfully, kneeling before Grindewall. “Karkaroff is on his way from Britain, with news about the cloak.”
The blond dark wizard grinned, twirling his wand on his fingers.
“Was there any problem?” he asked idly. Lief shook his head.
“He says he ran into Dumbledore for a while, but managed to dodge him,” he informed. “Although there is a rumour spreading in the upper circles, My Lord. They say Dumbledore has offered shelter for all Incubus and Incubus around the continent.”
“One can only imagine what is my perverted little Albus thinking,” sighed Gellert, his eyes narrowed.
“Sir, if you would allow, I would like to research on the matter, maybe find a way to turn the monsters against Dumbledore?”
The blond raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting.
“That would be quite an interesting research, Lt. Lief,” he said amusedly. “Do proceed.”
Lief nodded and left as fast as he could. He needed to find a way to have his pretty baby all to himself.
----
That night Grigory was bouncing up and down on Konstantin’s lap when Lief entered the room. The boy was moaning in abandon as he held onto the hands crushing his hips.
Konstantin stared at his Lieutenant with wide eyes, not stopping his mad thrusting.
“Lt. Lief?” he asked breathlessly. Lief grinned, his eyes mad.
“Recognize this, Karkaroff?” he asked, holding a little glass bottle on his hand.
Grigory shrieked, his eyes set on the little colored bottle.
Konstantin raised an eyebrow.
“That thing?” he asked, running his fingers over the boy’s thighs. “Count Durmstrang had it around his neck.”
“And you took it from him when you killed him, didn’t you?” Lief asked.
Konstantin shrugged.
“So?”
“Grigory, dear, explain to Daddy what this bottle is?” he said sweetly.
The boy was shivering, his eyes wide.
“That bottle holds my insides,” he whimpered. “Master, will let Grigory go?”
Lief shook his head, his eyes narrowed.
“Come here, my little one,” he ordered, smirking as the boy stood without even looking at Konstantin and crawled on his hands and knees towards Lief, resting his head on the man’s boot.
“What is the meaning if this!” Konstantin snapped, his wand pointed right between Lief’s eyes.
“Whoever has this little thing here is Grigory’s master, isn’t that right, my little Incubus?” he sneered, nudging the boy’s head with the tip of his shoe. “Who do you love, Grigory?”
“You, Daddy, I love you,” the boy whispered happily, his eyes full of devotion.
“Would you do anything for me, Grigory precious?” Lief asked viciously, his eyes locked with Konstantin’s own.
“Anything, Daddy, I love you.”
“You will love me for all times, you might die and be reborn, Grigory, but you will still love me then,” Lief sentenced, holding the bottle into his fist. “And to seal our little pact, why don’t you kill General Karkaroff over here? He is no longer needed.”
“Baby…” Konstantin said slowly, his eyes wide. But the boy’s eyes had gone dull and his mouth slack.
“Yes, Daddy, as you wish,” he muttered. Both men stared as the little ridges lining the boy’s back grew to become dangerous spikes and his little ears extended and curles, his fangs sharpened and his claws darkened and suddenly it was more than obvious to them that this creature was the real Grigory.
Konstantin and Lief couldn’t help but think he looked glorious.
With a roar, Grigory jumped onto the bed, his claws extended to sink onto Konstantin’s neck. Blood splattered all over the room to the chorus of Lief’s and Grigory’s maniacal laughter.
-----
When Harry and the others came to this time, Harry was on top of Ron, his hands curling around the redhead’s neck.
“He’s MINE! HE WAS MINE BEFORE! HE’S ALWAYS BEEN MINE!” he shrieked hysterically. Under him, Ron struggled for air, his face purpling and swelling rapidly.
“That’s ok!” he gasped, trying to pry Harry’s hands from his neck.
“HARRY!” yelled Hermione, jumping onto her best friend. “Calm down, it’s over, Harry!”
Harry’s green eyes widened as he stared at his best friends. Instantly he pulled away from them and curled into a corner, hugging his knees to his chest.
“What the hell is wrong with me!” he cried. “I killed you both, I enjoyed every second of it!”
Hermione helped Ron to his feet, her face puzzled.
“What do you mean?” she asked, caressing her husband’s bruised neck gently. “I thought Ron was the one who.”
“I was Konstantin Karkaroff,” Ron grumbled, coughing. “He took Grigory from me.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was trying to protect you at first, I loved you,” Harry rambled. “But then he did something, and I could only think of him, could only be with him. It was almost like back in Japan. He had to be mine.”
“He must have been using his allure on you both the whole time, for you not to see his real appearance,” Hermione mussed outloud, her eyes narrowed. “The only one that saw him as he really looked was Count Durmstrang, who took him in the first time.”
“Count Durmstrang?” Ron asked. “I barely remember him.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said. “I researched him, he took Grigory under his wing from the moment of his conception and was taking care of him as a… paternal figure. When Grigory said he was starved, he meant Count Durmstrang wouldn’t have sex with him.”
“The same person that has been following him around all this lives?” Harry asked softly. “The slave that got Caedyrn out, Hanako-san, Marcel?”
Hermione nodded.
“That same person has been following, or rather, your elusive little boyfriend for a while,” she said. “My guess is that we actually know who this person is, we have seen him or her and that’s why Albus and Scorpius are avoiding the issue.”
“Albus?” Harry snapped.
“… Don’t ask me, Dad, please,” the young man whispered sadly. “Yes, I can see how you all look like, and yes, I know who you have been… courting, but please don’t ask me.”
“Why?” questioned Ron. “Is it Voldemort?”
“No, not that bad, but…” Albus swallowed thickly. “We’ve already seen what happened. And Daddy, you will see who this person is on your next travel. It might scare you.”
Harry swallowed too, Albus only called him Daddy when he was nervous or scared. And for his twenty five year old son to be scared, he couldn’t even imagine.
“Take us there, Albus, this one is the last one before I was born, right?” Harry sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”
To be Continued.
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