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Balance in the Power of Gaia

Chapter II

Succubus

The two beautiful older girls had trapped Harry.

He hadn't managed to get far enough away… well he thought he had. He had entered some kind of industrial area with factories and the likes as soon as he realised they were chasing after him to hide.

However, it only dawned on him that it's Sunday so the place was deserted so he couldn't hide in amongst the workers, and wondered briefly why he was trying to hide from the hot pieces of tail, or why he was using such corny slang. He knows now that no one can save him from himself, let-alone the girls.

He couldn't place his finger on it… yet, (yes that was an innuendo). Something was right with this situation, sure he had been groped, flashed, and a few other cool things by weirdo fan-girls, but this was different. He knows his life can't be going this well while at the Dursleys that two hot older babes want to 'play' with him can it?

Something crazy seemed to be afoot here. The girls were just acting too star-struck for his liking; even his fan-girls knew when to play and when to back down. This did not seem to suit them like some of the pervy girls back at school. Though, thinking about that, he likes those odd girls from school, it brightens his bad mood most days, and then he remembered being on plenty of the girls 'I dare you to do this… Harry Potter' lists.

Though, the list Harry would love to see is THE list. The list of the most desired boys in school to see where he places. He may pretend he doesn't care about what people think of him, but like any red blooded male, when it comes to girls, of course he cares.

He panted, thinking that the girls would have grown up more as they pinned him up against a wall, pushing their hot bodies flush to his, first Tonks stealing a lingering kiss and then Hestia right after. He couldn't help himself as he looked into their eyes his heart beating fast, and painfully in his chest telling him to stop trying to resist, but resist what?

Looking into their eyes after they pulled back from nibbling on his ears each, Hestia went in for another kiss when he stopped her in shock. She looked at him looking hurt and confused; he almost gave in and kissed her again. However, he managed to resist as he saw the light pink ring surrounding her eyes.

Harry looked to Tonks, just as surprised to see it in her eyes too and managed to squeeze away from them, but they kept coming. "Snap out of it, we're under a spell!" he said which caused them to pause, frowning. "It's a love spell or something. I remember my friend ranting on about them after a boring class or something and they have a noticeable characteristic of a pink ring around the eyes."

"But love spells wouldn't work if we didn't like you," Tonks said smilingly. "If we didn't fancy you, or want to touch you, or you to touch us, even the most powerful love spells couldn't change our minds, even cast by Dumbledore! It would take a very complicated potion for that," she said reasonably, as she managed to wrap her arms around him again, looking at the pink rings circling his beautiful green eyes. "It looks hot around your eyes, though, so cute, and sexy," she said while Hestia was nodding in agreement, wrapping her arms around them both; it was near impossible to think straight as this was turning him on more than he ever thought possible.

"W-we have to f-find out who did this-," Harry muttered, moaning as they both took a side each, nibbling at his neck, grabbing at his ass. "W-when the spell wears off we'll all be pretty pissed… well both of you will be much more pissed than me."

"But we'll both be so well satisfied!" Hestia purred in his ear, pulling back, she sent a shiver through his spine as she grabbed his inflating crouch; her eyes went wider with a grin stretching her lips. "Oh yes, very well satisfied indeed," she added, taking his lips, her tongue in his mouth, his reaching hers, battling for dominance as he was losing the battle, his libido winning out to his common sense and will power, and nobody could blame him.

However, just as Tonks had started her turn on his lips, his hands squeezing their butts, reaching round, groping their breasts through their clothes with Hestia's hand down his trousers and boxers, rubbing his bulging, hard rod that he started as he noticed how cold it had gotten, except for certain 'areas'.

The cold was penetrating to the bone and he could hear some whimpering, and fear in his head as if far away, begging. He pulled back from the make out groping session, eyes flicking all over. The girls had pulled back too. Hestia removing her hand from his trousers where they still bulged out, looking around and up the three drew their wands.

Harry grimaced and shook his head clear to rid it of the deathly screams and begging, many things he would rather not relive rampaging through his brain. "Dementors!" he muttered while they didn't need to nod in agreement they did anyway. "There," he said as several came flying down from the darkening sky bringing a chill with them.

"Expecto Patronum!" Tonks yelled out waving her wand in a pattern and in a great whoosh of silver light blasted out in corporeal shape.

"Is that a panda?" Harry couldn't help but ask as the panda patronus charm batted away dementors but it was just too small by its self when Hestia's patronus blast out some kind dolphin, but he sighed as they could only hold the dementors back, and Harry grimaced as more started pouring in, he raised his wand pointing straight up.

"Harry, you'll get into trouble!" Tonks warned him, concerned as the dementors started pushing forward.

He shrugged with a sigh. "Don't I always?" he asked in slight amusement. "I think my new happy thought could make me fly like Peter Pan," he laughed as he flicked his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" he roared out and the girls patronus went out as they had to shield their eyes as the silver light from Harry's wand burst out like a pulsing dome of unrelenting power and exploded out in a blazing mushroom shaped cloud capturing all of the near dementors and engulfing the whole area.

It was a beautiful sight and made him wonder whether he should have been comparing the possibility of doing 'it' for the first time with the girls with a nuclear explosion. It wasn't anywhere near a real nukes yield, tiny in comparison, but it was doing its job. This left him to ponder on the possibilities that using different happy emotions, thinking of different happy things, created different effects while using the patronus.

He had only wanted to shoot his patronus into the air to hopefully protect them to give him time to think up an exit strategy, but he supposes this works too. The silver light died down after a few more moments to show Hestia and Tonks staring at him in awe before they turned away at the screechy whales of despair.

They looked up, surprised that only around twenty dementors remained and might have thought the others had fled if not for the raggedy black smog like cloth drifting down and fading away, or the white lights that reflected beautiful colours like an aurora drifting up, fading the higher it went.

The other dementors circled them for a cool few minutes while they watched, cautious while the dark clouds over the sky started dispersing, light shining through the dementors chose to leave, shooting away as fast as they came.

"W-what the hell just happened?" Hestia asked. Her eyes even more intense with lust. "You just destroyed all of those dementors with an odd patronus form, and it was so beautiful, just like you," she said, back to his non-resistant lips.

He kissed back, arms wrapping around, hands on butt, Tonks with them within seconds, guiding one hand to his chest when they started apart at the sound of an impatient throat clearing.

They span round to see a slender woman in her late forties dressed in some beige robes with a badge on her chest and silvering red hair. "When I heard that one of my aurors while off-duty had been spotted in the vicinity of Harry Potter's home I had to discover the reason for myself," the woman said while Tonks quickly moved from Harry, paling and looking worried. "Then I see you doing… this… and when I went to intervene and assist with the dementors, of which why they attacked will be questioned, Mr. Potter had to fend them off for you!"

"Madam Bones, you have to err… listen… I … umm… err," Tonks stuttered out worried and unable to answer.

"Yes, ordered here by Dumbledore to spy on Mr. Potter," she said moving closer, looking them in the eyes, frowning in annoyance. "But somebody else had other plans, and I doubt it was anyone under the old man, and if it was it would be his orders, but that isn't his style. Whoever did this has to be quite powerful or you should have seen through it, but again, only Mr. Potter, though only briefly saw through it."

She looked down at her feet, depressed. "I'm sorry," she said as the bright sun was finally beating down on them again. "So… you know how to undo the spell, right?" she asked, hopefully.

Madam Bones sighed, rolling her blue eyes. "If you had paid attention during school you would know that you can't undo it with a simple spell. You either have to go with the flow or ignore it until it wears off in a few days."

"I'm all for going with the flow…-!" Hestia said but trailed off at the heated glare she received, and Harry tried to keep out of it, but honestly, going with the flow seemed like the right sort of thing to do.

She then sighed. "Are you both that hard up for a good selection of men that you're OK with wanting to seduce an innocent fifteen year old boy…?" she asked them only to trail off at the end as she thought about all of the good ones. "OK, I get it now; all the good guys are… well Ministry stooges, Death Eaters, or Dumbledore goons!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, which got a half-hearted glare. "Sorry," he said in defence. "I just pictured Dumbledore in a blue pinstripe suit with blue fedora while holding …" he trailed to a stop as he realised they didn't know what he was talking about. "I pictured Dumbledore as a muggle gangster from the nineteen fifties," he rectified while they nodded, not really understanding too much.

"So what do we do then if we can't… you know?" Hestia said, inching closer to Harry with the look of a wild animal.

"And what about my underage magic?" Harry asked, concerned. "I've already had a warning because those morons don't seem to care whose magic they detect. I bet I'm going to get a letter accusing me for every piece of magic done around here. The last time it wasn't even human magic, but a House-Elf, which makes me wonder why you and everyone don't ward against them?"

"Magical lore forbids them from hurting humans," she replied thoughtfully.

"Yeah, but what about spying?" he asked, startling her. "Taking pictures dressed or otherwise, and then stealing, placing items that they don't know will hurt, placing spells that aren't considered dangerous by their standards, or many other scenarios? Though, thinking on that, wizards are too stupid to think their worthless elves have any other use besides making dinner and cleaning up."

"There are wards against malicious intent tied into the main ward grids of homes," she replied, cautious now. "Since the elf has no malicious intent itself it would be able to get in if it were free, but while tied to a master, it would be the master's intent taken into consideration. But don't worry about the ministry and don't hand over anything to any wizard or which that you don't know, and even then don't, especially not your wand. I loath to believe 'his' return, but I will not ignore the signs.

"Then Fudge keeps on going about Dumbledore wanting his job. As if, the crazy old man couldn't have just taken it at the last elections. The minister has started sprouting some crazy garbage so watch yourselves. Then not forgetting Dumbledore, and though I think he means well, he keeps those who could help him, offer their opinions, in the dark. He thinks everyone else is too stupid to be any help to him and whatever crazy plans he might have."

"O-K," Harry said thoughtfully. "We'll keep that in mind, but we should get going or something, right. I mean, the muggles could see my patronus even if they couldn't see the dementors?"

"You're right," she answered, concerned she hadn't thought of that first. If she's not careful he'll have her job. "Mr. Potter, you go home, and Miss. Tonks and Miss. Jones will come with me so I can keep my eye on them until you're all clean, maybe take some scans. It might shed some light on who could have jinxed you. Just ignore any mail from the Improper use of Magic Department and I'll have it all cleared up in a few," she said, near dragging the two young woman with her as they were wholly reluctant to leave Harry and not get laid, or something like that.

Harry sighed sadly; as they parted company, shaking his head and trying not to think of how great, losing his virginity would have been with two hot older women. Though, at least the dementor attack was like a cold shower. He tried not to think about them as he went the other direction, back home, bored, hungry, and a mind full of hotties.

Shaking his mind clear his eyes flicked around as he picked up something odd. He was being followed again, but not by any cute girls this time, well kind of. "Oh shit!" he muttered as he dodged and rolled as he hit the floor as the blue little creatures attacked in a swarm. "Cornish Pixies, honestly, someone's attack-augh…-," he cried out as he pushed himself up to his feet narrowly avoiding the swarm splitting to attack him.

He back peddled, wide-eyed as two little pixies in grass dresses wiggled their butts in his fact, giggling. He gulped as he looked them all over and realised they didn't seem to be on a mission to kill him, but he might have rather they were. He shivered as he felt one on his face, she was snuggling up to him before another pulled her away and tried to take her place before she realised he was running away with one thing on his mind, to kill the bastard that thought this was funny!

It was easy to see how they would be so susceptible. Though they're capable of reason and intelligent thought (nowhere near most human levels) they're still instinct bound. He also knows that this type of magic is illegal for a reason, and considered dark, or close too.

He just had to remember what Hermione said, something about the magic only working to push girls, but had to be used on a boy too, to create some kind of… what was it? Attraction, like a veela, a pheromone that only they seem to detect, but its flawed by a persons will against doing something that isn't them, or probably doing someone they aren't attracted too.

This kind of crept him out as it shouldn't work on unintelligent animals, and knows pixies aren't stupid, so they must have enough smarts for the spell to attract them, but not enough to care about real love or attraction. Though a small cringing part of him hoped it wasn't because they like him, but at least they're kind of cute, and really amusing… well normally when they aren't trying to molest him.

He was quite proud of himself for remembering so much, but he tends to remember important things when being chased. He promised to either invent the counter jinx, or kill the jerk who is trying to get him molested by freaking Cornish Pixies-girls. He wondered whether that spell Lockhart tried that failed during second year actually worked if done by a competent wizard, but didn't have enough room as the squealing lovesick pixie girls swarmed after him.

However, his eyes widened as he had to skid across the road passed some freaked out muggles diving and skidding under a hoard of grey-skinned dark fairies, or whatever their real name is, he can't remember.

They're a little larger than Cornish pixies and have large dark eyes, now housing a pink circle, and while the Cornish pixies are dangerous, he didn't have darkness magic to avoid with them as they all wore lovesick smiles. He's just lucky there is only fifteen or so of these girls wearing little red dresses made of leaves.

He gulped as he avoided the little blast of black coloured magic that made a puddle of light for a moment where his feet would have been, obviously to stick him in place so they can do what they like with him. Though, dark fairies are smarter than the Cornish pixie, they're also instinctual creatures so he could only carry on fleeing as they joined the chase, but now he had to worry about magical attacks.

If he weren't so terrified he might have just surrendered and let them have him, or if he were more perverted, or still horny from the girls earlier. He streaked passed more screaming muggles, and passed a few cute girls and then towards some thugs, some from his cousins gang.

They looked like they were happy to see him, crunching knuckles and whatnot until they saw the hoard of fairies and pixies chasing him. Harry leapt over them as they dropped into balls, whimpering. Unfortunately, they should have fled seeing as a few dark fairies, saw them as a threat as they had shown threatening behaviour towards their sexual prey and glued them to the floor before continuing chase while some pixies robbed them of their money and sweets looking mighty pleased with themselves.

Harry skidded to a stop as three men with wands appeared in front of him. "Potter, down!" growled Mad-Eye-Moody as he stood with Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

He dived out of the way and the three froze the fairies and pixies with a simple spell; he forgot Hermione used that when Lockhart let lose those pixies second year. They floated suspended in the air looking befuddled at their predicament, most of them pouting and looking cheated.

"Harry, what's going on?!" Remus asked as he helped the exhausted boy up to his feet.

"I don't know," he said, catching his breath. "But if someone's trying to kill me, death by being molested by pixies and fairies is a new imaginative way. I didn't think the magical world had it in them. Though, as ways to go it could be worse."

Remus thought about that for a moment as he saw the pink rings in Harry's eyes and nodded. "I suppose," he agreed with a small smile. "The Order had just got a letter from Amelia Bones telling us what happened. I was coming to check up on you, and Moody thought it best not to come alone."

"Yeah, well, all things considered, I'm fine," he said, taking a few deep breaths. "I might have actually been caught in the spell again if there wasn't an army of them freaking me out."

"We should cage them up, keep them confined until the spell wears off!" Moody interrupted as he looked at some muggles who had ventured too close. "Also, clear up the muggles, get them out of here. Potter, we'll have to leave the lovesick bugs with you since we can't take them to HQ as they're too smart to be brought in without the secret and we're not sure where Dumbledore is. Just let them go once the spells broke."

"Can't they stay at your house?" he asked, sighing as he gave him a look that said 'they're your problem, not mine'. "OK, OK, just, what about if this jerk does it to others, like merpeople, or I don't know, worse."

"Merpeople can't leave the water… well except Sirens, but that's more about finding a mate because they don't have a male equivalent so mate with a muggle sailor or cruise passengers these days, and they live in the ocean, too far to travel, they'll get sick without salt water," Moody said thoughtfully giving him a lesson in merpeople too. "You'll be fine once the spell wears off you… it won't be able to stick again for a while."

"Oh great," Harry mumbled as Moody and Kingsley started gathering the scared muggles and Remus started caging up the fairies and pixies. "I don't suppose you're going to hang around and protect me from anymore of this are you?"

"Sorry Harry, Dumbledore's orders," he said with a tired sigh. "Though, for the life of us he won't tell us why you have to stay here. Though, he says protections, your wards really don't seem that different to any other," he said, finally caging the last one, magic works miracles when caging pixies and fairies.

Harry shrugged as he picked up the cage with the cutely pouting dark fairies and had to shake off their cuteness attack. "I think I'll have to cover these ones as they know the dreaded cuteness attack of doom!"

"Harry, maybe you should do more, you're starting to sound a little out of it," Remus said before slapping Harry on the back of the head, startling him as he couldn't stop staring at the fairies while they pouted, maybe that cuteness attack is real. "Yeah, cover them as soon as you get in because the effects of the spell are still able to get you if you lose focus, and you don't want to free them."

"Yeah, sure," he said looking at the fairies. "But, I could have sworn there was one more."

"Harry, you were running for your life, or whatever, you must have counted wrong," he retorted, rolling his eyes and not seeing the eager little eyes of the other fairies as they tried not to snicker too much.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed with a sigh of exasperation while out of sight, squeezing her little legs together in anticipation was the missing dark fairy peering through a bush, fighting with herself not to give herself away while the old wizards were still around. She licked her little lips eying the boy-wizard hungrily, not caring about size differences, only the pleasures that await.

to be continued…

Harry sighed as he with Remus's help managed to sneak the cages into his room with a teeny bit of silencing magic over the door and window so the Dursley's don't hear them because Harry would loath to have to set the fairies free to protect them, and him. He wouldn't let the pixies free or the Dursley's wouldn't survive, not to mention him.

He's sure he could withstand doing things with fourteen fairies over fifty plus pixies and fourteen fairies. Though, with the silencing charms he hopefully won't have to lose his virginity to some fairies. He mildly wondered whether it would really count considering he would never be able to fit it inside them before shrugging and leaving his room, closing and locking the door, ignoring the cute little mewing noises trying to get his attention.

Leaving the house, he snuck round the back where he was supposed to be waiting, wondering whether they should have taken back the pixies loot or not before shrugging. He made it back outside just in time as the Dursley's returned home, Vernon automatically berating Harry unaware that dark little eyes watched his bulk in anger.

She was hidden out of sight and it was hard to hide when the love of your life could sense your presence and kept looking her way, but she's small enough that he'll brush it of as a squirrel or something.

Smiling at him, her human she couldn't stop the dreamy sigh of anticipation, her juices flowing. She couldn't even think straight enough to remember that she should go and free her sisters.

Meanwhile Harry knew, he just knew, he could sense her watching him, there were fifteen fairies, and now he has to somehow capture her before she captures him or worse, frees her sisters.

However, any plotting by either fairy or wizard was void, as Harry had to stay out of the way in his room while the Dursley's have their stupid barbeque party, but they won't know who's sabotaging it for the honour and love of her human boy.

to be continued...