Chapter 1: I'm an Incubus at Hogwarts—Time to Build My Harem
I died.
Cliché, I know.
One moment I was scrolling fanfics on my phone during my lunch break, wishing life were more like the stories I read. The next moment—BAM. Truck. Horn. Pain. Then… darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying naked in a stone circle, my skin glowing faintly red, and an eerie whisper echoed in my mind:
"You are reborn as Incubus."
Honestly? I wasn't even surprised.
I'd read way too many reincarnation stories for this to throw me. I looked at my hands—flawless. My abs—chiseled. My magic? Thrumming. My identity?
A full-blooded Incubus with seduction-based powers, sexual energy regeneration, and soul-bound charisma. In the Harry Potter universe.
Let's. F**king. Go.
As I stood and tested my balance, I noticed the chamber around me looked a hell of a lot like the Room of Requirement—but sexier. Velvet couches, floating candles, magic-infused perfume wafting in the air.
A mirror showed me what I had become: Tall, lean, eyes smoldering gold with slit pupils. Black hair tousled just right. My aura pulsed with desire.
I looked like every bad boy in a smutty fanfic.
Even better?
I remembered everything.
The books. The films. The fan theories. The girls.
Hermione Granger—the genius.
Ginny Weasley—the firecracker.
Luna Lovegood—the dream girl.
I grinned.
This world is mine now. I'm going to build a harem, live like a god, and no prophecy's going to stop me.
📜 The Letter
An envelope appeared mid-air and drifted into my hand. Elegant script on the front:
"To the Reborn One—Your Term Begins Today."
Inside was a schedule for the term at Hogwarts Academy, a "prestigious British school of magic." Sure. It was Hogwarts with the serial numbers filed off.
I was already enrolled as a 5th-year "transfer student." How convenient.
My dorm assignment? "Incubus Suite – South Tower." Private room. Soundproofed. Enchanted bed. Aphrodisiac-infused sheets. Someone had really thought this through.
🚪 First Day
I walked into the Great Hall.
Oh yes—it was definitely Hogwarts.
Floating candles? Check. House banners? Check. Food that appeared on silver plates? Oh, yeah.
Then I saw them.
Hermione Granger – Curly-haired brunette with books stacked around her like a fortress. Sharp-eyed. Fiercely intelligent. Total Hermione energy.
Ginny Weasley – Red hair tied back, wand spinning in her fingers. Athletic build, mischief in her smile. She even had freckles.
Luna lovegood – Barefoot. Pale. Staring at the ceiling like she could see through time.
Three perfect future harem members, right out of fanboy heaven.
They didn't know me yet.
But they would.
🛏️ Night Thoughts
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the stone ceiling, grinning like an idiot.
I've got magic. I've got a monster cock. I've got Incubus powers that grow the more I... "interact."
And I've got a school full of witches and no rules holding me back.
Tomorrow, I start weaving my web. Hermione will be first—get close with brains and magic. Ginny second—seduction through dueling. Luna... she probably already knows what I am. She's the wildcard.
I shifted under the sheets, already hard just thinking about it.
This isn't a fantasy anymore. It's real. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it.