Welcome to another story that my fickle muse came up with. Will this contain an amazing plot and adventure of a lifetime? Nope. Will this be utter trash? Hell yes. I took my inspiration from the tons of Reylo A/B/Os I have read the past couple of weeks. My muse suddenly came out of hiding, drink in hand, and demanding to get this filth written. Everything is written but I will post the chapter one by one until it is complete. Also, shout out and all the beta love to the amazing Noppoh. This fic would have never seen the light of day if it wasn't for her help. All other mistakes are my own. Now, on to the story!


Spring 1998

She was panting from running and the constant apparition but it was no use; he was unable to lose him. This tracker who had been following her for almost an hour now was not only a death eater, but also an Alpha.

Of all the rotten luck.

Being an omega in war-torn Britain was bad. Even worse since she was in the middle of her heat with her friends being none the wiser. They were betas and had no clue that her biological designation was different from them. The topic never really came up and she no longer wanted to be a subject of scrutiny. She had enough of that being a muggleborn as it was.

In a hierarchical society, Alphas were the dominant folks — natural born leaders in their own right and quite rare in a wizarding society filled with Betas. Omegas, on the other hand, were like a needle in a haystack. The perfect compliment to an alpha's assertive and dominant nature, omegas were submissives and the only partners that could tame an alpha's volatile nature. And did she mention the heat?

Yes. Heats.

According to the few literature she had read, Omegas go in a heat season during spring and it happens around the age of seventeen to twenty. Their bodies will biologically prepare itself to receive an alpha - to mate and bear them children. If it was not the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. A broodmare, ugh.

She never had one when she turned seventeen, not even at eighteen, so she thought running around Britain with Harry and Ron would be safe. How terribly wrong she had been. She woke up that morning feeling hot, heavy, and terribly irritated. She thought nothing of it and when the Potterwatch came on, had totally forgotten until that fateful moment when Harry had uttered Voldemort's name and the sound of apparition had surrounded their tent.

He was there in the throng, his scent mixed with other betas, calling to everything that made her the way she was. They ran to escape being caught and she knew - knew with all her heart that they would be if she tagged along, and so she threw a hex at Harry's face and apparated away from them. Masking a scent was unheard of for an omega and even the spells that existed for it in the wizarding world would not work with an Alpha. It was biological. It was natural. And it made her want to cry out in frustration.

She apparated to places her friends did not know.

This was not their escape plan.

If she had followed what they had arranged in case they were to be separated, she knew they would be caught by this alpha and dragged to wherever they kept their prisoners. It was imperative that Harry was kept safe from Voldemort's clutches and so she jumped from place to place until she could no longer do it. She felt her magic being drained by the constant apparition and this fucking heat and the next one would probably splinch her to unrecognisable pieces.

This was her last resort.

It was a forest West of England that she used to visit with her parents. There was a cave a few miles from where she was.

Maybe she could hide. Maybe he would never find her there.

If she could only-

The distinct pop of apparition from where she had appeared made her move faster. He was closing in from the sound of it. And then it happened. She caught wind of his scent impeding her movement.

It was intoxicating, heady and all she wanted was to be near him - alpha alpha alpha please make me feel better please - she shook her head to dispel whatever haze she was experiencing. She did not notice that her legs had failed to move and there, right in front of her, was her worst nightmare.

"Hello, Granger."