Preface
Beautiful Storms to ComePosted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/18291128.
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Category:
F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Fandom:
Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship:
Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Voldemort, Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood/Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Marauders/Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom/Ron Weasley/Blaise Zabini
Character:
Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags:
Omegaverse, Bottom Tom Riddle, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Molly Weasley Bashing, Ginny Weasley Bashing, Dark Harry Potter, Dark Lord Harry Potter, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alpha Harry Potter, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Sub Tom Riddle, Top Harry Potter, Tom Riddle is a Sweetheart, Omega Tom Riddle, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Master of Death Harry Potter, Mildly Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
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Published: 2019-03-30 Updated: 2020-08-11 Chapters: 20/? Words: 33678
Beautiful Storms to Come
by Demonic0Angel
Summary
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered.
With that, five students collapsed, banging their head against the table with a loud clatter. Screams rang across the room as Madam Pomfrey was forced to examine the unconscious students.
Those who collapsed?
Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood and Harry Potter.
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Harry discovers that he's back in the past, stuck in his 15 year old body to be exact.
Now he was to find his mate and save the world from a gruesome fate that he and his companions had glimpsed from the future.
But what if it wasn't that easy? Especially if his mate is a cynical, cold-hearted dark lord and his enemy is the man he considered his family.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Prologue
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered.
When those words were uttered, five students collapsed, banging their heads against the table with a loud clatter.
Screams of alarm rang across the room as Madam Pomfrey is forced to examine the unconscious students.
Those who collapsed?
Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
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"Albus? What is happening? Why have these students collapsed? Is it the work of the Dark Lord?" Mcgonagall said quietly, her eyes flicking over to her students in worry that laid in the infirmary cots.
Albus was quiet.
He did not know what was going to happen, but he had a very bad feeling about it.
The teachers chatted about it for a bit more, until Madam Pomfrey ordered them out for their noise.
They left, but not without a couple of worried glances.
After a few minutes, the first to awaken was Luna Lovegood.
She was cute and had long, silvery blonde hair that curled at the ends. Her misty blue eyes darted around and they landed on her friends.
Her eyes brimmed with tears and a choked gasp fell from her throat.
"We're alive," she murmured in joy.
The Past, Future and Present
Luna woke up everybody with a gently shake to their shoulders.
As usual, they snapped up and cast a spell at her. Carefully, she avoided them, and was thankful she had cast a quieting spell.
"We're in the past," Luna whispered. Her voice was dreamy as usual.
Neville looked around.
"We're in the infirmary."
Neville wasn't as chubby as he was before, and he was handsomer, with a sharp jaw and warm brown eyes. He was muscular too, and he smiled at the sight of Hogwarts.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Draco snarked. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back as usual and his sharp gray eyes darted around. His sharp angles made him look regal and like a proper pureblood prince.
Hermione sighed. "Draco, please stop. I know you're grumpy, but calm down. We have to assess the situation."
Her usual bushy hair was smoothed down and silkier, more of wavy curls than her nest of her hair before. Her teeth had shrunken too, making her smile more beautiful.
They glanced over to Harry silently.
The alpha was the leader of their pack, and they trusted his advice and authority.
While all of them but Luna (for she was an omega) were alphas, Harry's leadership was the one everyone could agree on.
His messy bird nest hair was more tamed, and swept over his head to make it look natural and cooler. His body was bigger, more muscular and tan and his emerald eyes were brighter than ever, like the leafy greens of a flower.
He looked around silently. "... what year are we in?"
"I think 4th," Hermione said, looking outside and at herself.
"If it is our fourth year, how'd we get here?"Neville asked.
Draco's plucked eyebrows dipped on his forehead. "All we did was go on that raid against those muggles and..."
Hermione gasped. "Oh Merlin! I remember! Don't you remember those weird clocks that looked like timeturners? We each touched them! Maybe that's why we're here!"
Luna tilted her head. "So we are in the past, then. What do we do now?"
Harry chuckled. "Well, we have to round up the rest of our pack and get them to join our cause."
He looked out the window at the school grounds.
Three wars. He had been in three fucking wars.
One against the dark side, another against the Slytherins, and another against muggles.
If only he had realized: what a mistake he had made in following Dumbledore's orders blindly.
He should've been more careful, should've thought more, should've learned from his mistakes.
But he never did.
And that costed him millions of lives.
He blinked the tears that formed in his eyes. He ignored the weight of his friends' stares and the emptiness in his heart.
After a moment of silence, he spoke. "We should summon Eveline tomorrow."
Luna and Hermione beamed. "Okay!"
Eveline was a demon they had summoned during the Slytherin vs Gryffindor war. She had been one of their most powerful members and was the mate of Luna and Hermione.
To summon her, that required a lot of power and enough people to be there, since her ritual needed people to know she was there.
Neville smiled. "We should summon her in the Dining Hall. And maybe I'll get to see Ron and Blaise too."
Ron and Blaise has been Neville's mates and both omegas had been severely injured during the Muggle War. The only thing that stopped Neville from going on a rampage was Hermione's lectures and his mates' hurt expressions.
Draco grinned. "Maybe I'll see my own omegas."
He had bonded to the Weasley twins, surprisingly.
Harry sighed as they chattered in excitement from seeing their mates in so long.
He hoped he'd find his own mate too.
Eveline's Arrival
When the students came in the next morning, they were surprised to see Neville, Luna, Draco and Harry standing in the middle of the Dining Hall.
Hermione smiled. "I, Hermione Granger, accept my duties as the head of Ravenclaw."
A bronze diadem appeared over her head as well as a black raven that flapped its wings and cawed. It and the diadem then disappeared.
Draco haughtily tilted his head up. "I, Draco Malfoy Black, accept my duties as the head of Gryffindor."
A gold crown floated above his head, and a lion roared loudly, tossing its mane before they turned to smoke.
Neville grinned. "I, Neville Longbottom, accept my duties as the head of Hufflepuff." A humble wreath of flowers appeared, as a badger scuffled about before they too, disappeared.
Harry stepped up.
"I, Harry Potter Black Peverell Selwyn Emrys, accept my duties as the head of Slytherin."
A silver circlet flashed above his curls as a snake writhed, hissing with its fangs exposed.
Harry smiled, as he knew what it said.
[The cunning of the snake is as murderous as the violence of the lion.]
Everyone gasped, horrified as the Ice Prince was declared as a heir of the Gryfinndor line and the Chosen One was a Slytherin.
Suddenly, they moved to the side, revealing Luna, who had been crouched on the floor the entire time.
"I'm done!" She announced and then stood up to race by Hermione's side, who was flushed in excitement.
The circle she had painted glowed white and then a tower of fire appeared, blasting against the sky painted ceilings. It did not scorch it, but the flames licked the walls and spread across the room, startling and alarming the students.
A figure appeared in the fire, and slowly stepped out.
A beautifully busty woman with long, messy black hair appeared. She had a sly smirk on her face and her eyes glowed purple. Long bent horns were on her head, as well as a pair of lavender bat wings and a long scorpion's tail. Thick claws replaced fingers and toes and she bowed neatly.
"Hello," she said smoothly. "I am 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟. You can call me Eveline."
Dumbledore stepped up, his face contorted in rage. "What is a succumbus doing here? An XXXXX level Dark creature like you should not be in the halls of Hogwarts!"
Eveline glared at him disdainfully, as if he was a bug under her feet.
"Albus Dumbledore," she growled. "You may be a Light Lord, but Lady Magick can still take that title away from you, you old goat. Creatures are more in tune to magic, and we are still stronger than you. Don't ever forget that."
Then slowly, she walked past Dumbledore, and walked up to a small girl, about 13.
"Hello, little one," she purred. Her thick, alpha scent gently coaxed the smaller beta to relax. "C'mon. You'll join my family in just a bit, okay?"
The girl blushed and nodded.
In indignation, Dumbledore whipped out his wand and was about to attack her, when she flicked her finger and sent the Elder stick flying into Harry's hands.
The rest of them were just sitting around, chatting quietly as Eveline was talking to the girl, but they definitely hadn't expected Dumbledore to do something as stupid as attack a succumbus.
Eveline ignored him as Dumbledore sputtered in shock. She held the girl close and made a soft crooning sound, that other girls shyly followed, including Fleur, who blushed when Eveline smirked at her.
She led them to another table, that Harry had conjured for the sake of Eveline's harem.
Luna smiled and quietly chatted with the younger girls as she seated herself near Eveline, who comforted the frazzled females that had no idea what was going on. Hermione smiled and took out a book, eagerly scanning the pages.
Students started to sit down, still murmuring in confusion. Ron walked up to Harry and Hermione.
"Hermione? Harry?! What the bloody hell happened to you?!" He said, confused and slightly hurt because they hadn't told him what had happened.
He was still confused about Harry being chosen as the Triwizard Champion.
Neville stood up, smiling charmingly. "Ron, why don't you sit down."
Ron's eyes widened in alarm. "What the hell? Neville, is that you?! You're hot as balls now!"
Neville grinned. "Really? I'm glad."
"W-what the hell is happening...?" Ron said in bewilderment as THE Neville Longbottom, the awkward little lion cub that couldn't roar, seemed to have sharpened his claws and grew in his mane.
Harry pointed to the seat next to Neville. "Sit there."
Ron sat there, despite not even knowing why his body moved without his will. Neville smirked and subtly moved a bit closer to his future mate.
Harry started to speak. "I'll tell you all the details. But I have to show you something."
Then he reached over, and tapped on Ron's forehead.
Ron's Memories
Ron was lying next to Neville and Blaise was on the other side of him. He was exhausted and tired, but he forced himself to get up and see what was happening outside.
The Gryffindor vs Slytherin war had opened his eyes. They should've sticked together, them wizards and fought against the muggles instead of each other.
It still baffled him that the muggles, that seemed so weak and innocent before, the ones that his father and his family fought for, were now attacking him.
His mind moved like a chess game. He had to attack first, before his enemy took over.
He was staring outside when he felt arms wrap around his waist. He looked up and saw Blaise, who sleepily smiled at him.
"Ron, let's get back to bed," the taller omega said.
Blaise was prettier than him, with dark skin and even darker hair and eyes that glittered slightly when he smiled.
Blaise snuggled into him. Gently, he kissed his neck. Pulling him down into the small cot, Ron blushed as Blaise kissed him sweetly, their tongues meeting into a passionate dance.
Ron gasped and pulled him closer, trying to fight back but Blaise kept him under his control and his hand crept up his stomach, going under his shirt to tease his nipples.
"Mmm... I like what I see but can you not do this when I'm sleeping?" A husky voice asked.
Ron jumped and they both stared at Neville who smirked at them lazily.
Ron's face turned as red as his hair and Blaise blinked tiredly.
"Ah. Sorry," the Slytherin said calmly.
Ron covered his face as Neville bellowed out a laugh. He grabbed them both gently and pulled them into his embrace. He kissed both of them on the cheek, letting out his calming, forest scent.
"Go to sleep, my little omegas. We have a war to plan."
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Ron sat near Harry, who leaned on his chair like it was a throne. His green eyes swept over the room of survivors, each who chatted with and comforted each other.
Ron glanced up at Neville and Blaise, who smiled at him.
"Looking at your sweethearts?"
He turned to playfully glare at Draco, who smirked.
"Oh shut it, Malfoy. As if you aren't oogling my brothers too, you git," he teased.
Draco laughed. "Well, they are pretty sexy."
Ron pretended to throw up. "Didn't need to hear that, Malfoy."
"Oh, Weasley," Draco sighed. "Everyone needs to know how utterly gorgeous my omegas are."
Fred and George walked up to Harry. "Oi! My lord, our projects have been completed."
"What did I tell you about calling me that?" Harry sighed. "It makes me feel weird and look evil."
Fred put his hands on his hips. "Well, it suits you."
"After all, you're the chosen one!" George said in a sing-song voice.
Everyone made jokes to lighten up the mood, and the remaining Weasley family were one of the very few who was determine to make everyone laugh on the worst days.
Ron smirked. "Yeah, mate. What would we do without the Man-Who-Survived? Especially since you were so great and amazing."
Harry snorted. "Enough with that. What have you got for me?"
Fred piled a bag of candies in his lap. They were round and wrapped in colorful plastic wraps. "We made a type of candy. And its purpose is—— well, it isn't going to be pretty but, to melt their bones."
"What?" Harry asked, looking at the candies more carefully now.
George started to explain. "Giving these sweets to the muggles with make their bones slowly disappear one by one. It won't kill them, unless something happens to their organs. We know because we tested it on some squirrels."
There was a loud shout of "Animal cruelty!" and everyone laughed while the twins yelled at Dean for "calling them out".
Harry twirled the candy between his fingers. "It's a good idea... but how are we going to use it?"
Hermione spoke up. "We could distribute them, but that can hurt the children. I say we use it for torturing devices." She hugged Luna, who was sleeping gently on her shoulder, exhausted as she had tended to every one of their injured members.
Harry looked at her. Then he looked at the candy and then at everyone else, who were waiting for his reactions.
Ron knew what he was thinking. They were not cruel enough to torture just yet, but the muggles were.
It had all happened when someone had accidentally used magic in the town square of London.
Word got out and the wizard was captured for experimentation.
The muggles were disgusted by them, and although they had some support in the beginning, now every single muggle wanted wizards and witches dead.
It broke his heart knowing that some of his family members, who fought for muggles at their first war against Voldemort, were now being tortured and played with like toys.
And a small part of him, hated the muggles.
Harry finally gave his answer.
He gave a single nod and everyone gave a sigh.
Fred and George looked at each other and then at the weapons of war they had created.
Whether or not it would be useful, was debatable.
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Ron blinked slowly. Harry looked at him silently.
"You got it?"
Ron gave a weak smile. "Yes, my lord."
Something Missing...
Harry was surprised that the teachers hadn't tried to stop them.
Dumbledore was so humiliated, he could not do anything or else Eveline would attack.
The other teachers were just too confused to do much. He was slightly disappointed to see that Mcgonagall or Snape did not bother to even look at them.
Since they controlled Hogwarts, the castle was humming with magic. He could feel each brick soak in the magic from the students that walked through its halls.
Eveline talked with her many mates, and instructed to them that Luna and Hermione were in charge of her harem if she wasn't there.
Harry sighed at her.
It was pretty exhausting to have that many mates, but he knew that she could take care of it.
She was strong.
Ron was staring at Blaise. Said omega wasn't noticing the stare but was eating his roasted potatoes calmly.
Harry was amused to see Neville and Ron desperately try to get his attention subtly. Draco was sipping his pumpkin juice when he spoke up.
"Hey... what are you going to do about the tournament? Do you think we can get ourselves out of it?"
Harry put his chin on his hand. "No. I'll continue doing what I need to do. Maybe this way, Voldemort won't suspect me and I'll be able to talk to him."
It was no secret back in the war, Harry supported Lord Voldemort after the Slytherin vs Gryffindor War.
Inwardly, Harry wondered why he even bothered to oppose Voldemort. That man may have been batshit crazy, but he had his ideals right.
Ron smirked at him. "Hey, My Lord~." He lilted. "I think I see someone staring at you."
Harry did not move. But his eyes slid over to where Ron was looking at without moving his head, and was repulsed to see Ginny stare at him in lust and envy.
She stood up from the Gryffindor table and approached theirs, that sat smack dab in the Dining Hall.
Ginny was beautiful, with straight, glossy red hair and a warm, round face. Her cheeks were splattered with small freckles and her eyes were a soft brown.
Her cute act, as cute as it was, did not work on him.
"Harry," she said, trying to be shy. Her eyes glanced at him, and he would've felt embarrassed and pleased by her reaction, if he hadn't known her nature.
She was a whore.
"C-can I sit with you?" She asked, fidgeting.
'What a clever act. If only she had truly loved me.'
Harry did not have to answer. Neville looked at her coldly. "No."
She sputtered as her face flushed.
"H-huh? Why? Harry, why am I not allowed?" She said, pushing her lip out into a pout.
He grimaced. His creature did not enjoy her, nor did his human side did.
As an angel, his purity could not be tainted by anyone but his mate.
Harry looked away, just as Fred and George came, smiling slyly. "Hey, Harry! Brilliant thing you did with the goblet! How'd you get in?" They asked excitedly.
Harry looked at them and then tapped them on the foreheads.
They blinked and then their eyes sharpened.
Transferring memories only took a few seconds, so soon, they were cuddling up to Draco and jokingly calling Harry, 'My Lord'.
Draco smirked, his pupils sharpening to show that his inner Veela was close. "My pretty little twins," he cooed.
Fred smirked. "Ah, ah, ah." He tutted. "You're still 15, you horny child."
George pressed a little closer, the omegas sending out little bursts of pheromones to tease Draco. "We're both still underage."
Draco groaned.
"Well, mate, sucks to be you," Ron said as the twins separated from their future mate and went back to the Gryffindor table.
Draco glared at him.
"Says you! You're the one ogling my best friend!"
Neville sighed. "Hey, Harry, can you do the memory transfer to him?"
Harry shook his head. "Not today. His memories will take a longer time since he didn't take my pledge."
Blaise had decided not to let Harry use his memories.
In order for Harry to be able to transfer memories, the user had to have agreed to let him see their memories to be able to transmit it back in case they were brainwashed or had forgotten them.
Neville sighed, and then made a whining sound.
Ron snorted. "I know I can do it."
Both alphas raised an eyebrow, which prompted Ron to walk over to Blaise with a smirk on his face.
Now usually, omegas hid their scents by pretending to be a beta. Ron, however, did not have the luxury to afford scent blockers or suppressants.
So as he strutted over to the Slytherin table, his scent was releasing in large amounts. A smirk was on his face, and the Slytherins were staring at him in shock.
"Oi! Zabini," Ron called. Blaise turned towards him with a raised eyebrow.
"Weasley," he acknowledged. "What do you need?"
Ron put his hands behind his back. "Come with me, 'kay?"
Blaise shook his head, staring at Ron with caution and skepticism. "No. I haven't finished eating."
Ron leaned over the table, putting his hands on either side of the surprised omega. "I guess I have to help you finish eating, huh?" He purred, as he scooped a spoonful of chocolate gateau.
"Say 'ahhh'~"
Blaise blushed as Ron fluttered his eyelashes at him.
Harry sighed as he could only see Ron's back facing towards him, but soon enough, Blaise blinked at Ron.
"Did you really have to seduce me like that?"
Ron grinned. "Nope."
Then he walked off, ignoring the mutters of "Why is Weasley going towards the Slytherin table?", "Oh shit, that was sexy." and "Damn, Weasley was looking goddamn good for once. Too bad he's a blood traitor."
Ron sat down and then began to scarf down his food.
Ever since the war, food had been scarce, and although he broke that habit cause of little food, it seemed all the food was too tempting for him to stop.
Neville smiled at him, and then kissed him on the temple. "Slow down or you'll choke," he said gently and then got into a conversation with Eveline.
Hermione ate her food, which would've have been surprising if she hadn't stopped S.P.E.W. a long time ago.
Harry chewed on his roast beef and thought about what'd he do for his first challenge.
He glanced around, just cause he was a little distracted and his eyes met with Mad-Eye Moody's.
He felt a shudder run up his spine.
'He has something. Why does Barty have something I want?' He thought but soon ignored it, even as his inner angel raged.
More Memories
Blaise climbed into Ron's bed, lifting up the covers to gaze at his snoring lover.
He smiled softly, amused by Ron's awkward sleeping position as his pajama pants rode low on his hips. He slid beside him, and then wrapped his arms around his fellow omega's warm body.
While he had not taken Harry's pledge, he had allowed Ron to see his.
He trusted the redhead. And he was right in choosing him.
It made him feel guilty when he thought about Neville, but there were some things he only wanted Ron to see, for Neville would've made some drastic actions if he saw them.
Blaise kissed Ron's temple, making the Gryffindor murmur in his sleep before turning and going back to DreamLand.
The omega smiled.
He was eternally grateful for Lady Magick's choices in his mates.
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Harry tossed and turned in his sleep. His dreams were not a good place to be in.
He was sitting on the bed, a book in his lap that he wasn't even opening.
The door opened, a figure shyly walking through.
In Harry's vision, he could barely see the figure, only the outline of them, but in the dream, he knew who it was.
"Sweetie," he cooed.
His lover walked towards him, their wide hips swaying.
"Dear, the children are asleep now," the person whispered, as their knee rested on the bed, allowing them to lean over him.
Harry felt himself smirk and his hand came upon their hip.
"Yes? And?" He prompted.
The person groaned. "Harry, just get the message. I want your dick inside of me."
Harry laughed. "Language," he teased.
"Put your eggplant in my donkey," they replied dryly, which made him laugh again.
They picked up the book and put it on the bookshelf by flicking their finger. Their arms wrapped around his neck, as they sat in his lap.
Harry, amused, did not react. He only smirked and stayed still as his mate's hips rolled against his pelvis, creating wonderful friction.
Harry bit his tongue to keep in his moan while his lover's teeth clamped down on their bottom lip to stifle their cries of ecstasy.
"C'mon, Harry. It's been weeks. Please make me yours again," they said breathlessly.
His eyes glinted mischievously. "You're such a slut, you know that?"
Their hands reached out, fingers slender and long, and gently brought up his chin.
"But I'm your slut," they purred.
Harry groaned. Even if he acted as if he could resist, the truth was: his omega was stronger than him.
His lover was able to resist him even in their heat, even if they were clingy and desperate otherwise.
"Fine," he huffed. Gently, he slid his fingers up the sides of their body, his fingertips tracing pale skin as they moaned and rocked their hips into his.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, with their tongues battling each other and their teeth clacking messily. It was hot, and warm, and Harry loved the feeling of their body pressed against his own.
When they parted, a string of saliva connected them.
A sexy smirk came upon his lover's face.
"Make me yours, Master," they teased.
Harry growled, and then ripped off their clothes. They giggled as he pushed them down into the bedsheets, their body twisting to make an alluring picture on the dark sheets.
"Harry~" they lilted teasingly. "Hurry up."
Harry sighed and bit kisses all over their body, each causing a purple stain. He loved seeing their body littered with the marks of his possession.
He nibbled on their hipbone, and lifted his head when gentle hands pulled at his hair.
His lover's warm blood irises met his own shocked emerald ones.
"I love you, Harry."
Then he sat up, his body slick with cold sweat and his eyes wide.
He touched his head, trying hard to remember his lover's face.
He couldn't remember, and it nearly killed him inside.
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Harry scraped his fork against his food, pushing his eggs to one side so his sausages would be pushed off the plate.
Hermione looked at him, perplexed at his gloomy attitude, but did not ask, for fear of his temper.
They were sitting at the fifth table in the middle, and Blaise had joined them. Draco sat next to him and they talked about some potions, when they were interrupted.
Professor Snape walked up to them, a scowl firm on his face as he glared at them.
"Potter," he drawled, his dark eyes furiously pointed at Harry, who apathetically stared back. "Dumbledore wishes to see you immediately after breakfast. What were you thinking?!"
Harry hummed. "Hmm?"
"Why did you summon a demon here?! What kind of idiocy made you think that this was acceptable?! You are just like your no-good father, always causing trouble——"
"It sure sucks that you can't remember your own mates," Harry said quietly.
Snape growled. "Who do you think you're talking to, you——"
"My mother." Harry interrupted and tapped him on the temple.
Snape stumbled back, his eyes clenched tight in pain before they snapped open.
"H-Harry...?"
Harry gave a small smile.
"Hey, Mom."
Severus exhaled shakily. "Why are you such an idiot child?" He laughed breathlessly, and then reached over to hug him.
He sighed. "It's good to remember again." He leaned back to inspect Harry. "How have you been doing? What happened?"
Harry explained and Severus narrowed his eyes.
"I see. I can't do much, but if you need anything, I will help you." He said, before he left.
Everyone's eyes were on Harry, confused and worried at why the infamous Dungeon Bat has hugged the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry finally took a bite of his breakfast and then looked up.
Barty was staring at him, his other eye spinning and spinning until it landed on him, the blue iris sparkling with some emotion.
Harry sniffed in disgust and then looked at his friends. Hermione and Luna smiled at him. Neville tilted his head, while Draco and Blaise smirked at him. Ron raised his head to stare at him, curious. Eveline put her chin on her hands, her pupils turning to slits.
Harry smirked.
They were ready.
"As my first order, I order you to listen to me as if this was our old life, and to follow me loyally without treachery."
They smiled, their magic snapping and crackling as the first Order was made in the new life they had been given.
"Yes, My Lord."
Promises
The next week was boring.
No one bothered him like his previous life. Harry was surprised but definitely pleased. He was able to be more productive too. He was able to find his old things and find Voldemort's horcruxes simply by using Neville's new profound inheritance and the others to get it for him.
Things were working out pretty well.
Until Dumbledore demanded another chat with him after he didn't go to the other one.
Honestly, that old beta was too persistent!
Harry thoughtfully looked at the diadem. Whispers of soft murmurs came from it, and Harry found himself rubbing against the warm metal, purring as his irises turned gold.
Fuck, something inside of it was calling for him, but it didn't feel completely RIGHT.
Harry had felt empty ever since the first war, between Dark and Light. Why was he feeling this way?
He stretched his white wings, each feather glowing white with gold veins running through each one. They were large, abnormally so, and he could wistfully remember when he had first discovered his inheritance, threw a tantrum when he had found out Dumbledore had hidden it from him and then spending many sleepless nights mastering his powers as an archangel.
He looked up, just as Fred and George stumbled into the RoR.
They grinned at him mischievously.
As Tricksters, their ears were naturally pointy and they usually had mismatched eyes, with George having a left orange eye while Fred had a left colored one. Now, usually, they were able to float, duplicate themselves or turn invisible. They seemed weak, with ordinary powers and being omegas, but the twins had discovered how to use their powers, so they were a powerful foe.
"Where's Draco?" He pretended that he hadn't been rubbing his face against the crown.
The twins shrugged. "He's with 'Mione. They're trying to find a way to turn Dumbledore's beard purple."
He raised an eyebrow. "I'd think you two would be doing something like that."
George grinned. "Well, we were able to trick them. It was——"
"—— super easy!" Fred finished, his grin just as crazy as his brother's. "They fell for it rather fast."
Harry snickered, and he looked around.
The Room of Requirement had turned into a large library, with books collected all over the school, and had beanbags and throw pillows scattered about while crystal chandeliers hung overhead. The walls were a comfortable shade of cream, and honestly, it felt so cozy, Harry decided he wasn't going back to his dorm room.
Fred looked around, sliding his fingers across the backs of the books while George curled up on a pillow. George fiddled with his things, until Fred finally picked a book and sat down, which prompted him to climb into his brother's lap.
People started to fill in.
Eveline came in first, a calm smile on her face while her eyes sparkled with amusement. The alpha was carrying Luna, who was upside down and muttering something about "Nargles, they're like pixies, no?" while Hermione was muttering to herself behind them.
Ron came after, Blaise beside him, his arm around the smaller male.
Neville came a little later, flustered and panicked, screaming. "Bloody hell, I'm late!" which everyone had a good laugh about since he wasn't late at all.
Draco walked in with a swagger, uncaring that he was actually late.
When they were all settled, Harry started. "So. What's the goal?"
"We should reduce or prevent as many of the deaths that happened last time as best as we can." Hermione lounged in Eveline's lap.
Draco sighed, burying his nose in George's neck. "We should most definitely try to fix our mistakes this time around."
"Separate the muggles from us." Blaise said curtly. Ron's eyes darkened a little at the mention of muggles.
It broke Harry's heart a little bit to see Ron so hateful, but he knew, that he too, hated the muggles for what they had done to them.
Or what they will if they weren't able to do it correctly this time around.
"Alright. I know for sure, we have to prevent all of those wars. But if we have to, we'll fight. Right, guys?"
Their eyes grew dark, haunted with memories.
Neville's grip on his omegas tightened. Draco glanced at the twins worriedly, who curled up on him. Eveline gave a growl. Hermione looked away, her fists clenching while Luna, the smallest of them, looked at Harry with such a hurt, desperately sad look, the one she had given every time someone of their own died, every time someone woke up with tears in their eyes and a dying scream in their throat and every time they lost another battle and hope seemed to have been lost that Harry had to look away.
"We'll fight." Eveline whispered. Everyone gave loud shouts of agreement, and Harry had to smile. with his pack here, he had hope.
Soon, people started to doze off. Hermione curled around Luna, who was sleeping next to Neville. A book was on Blaise's face as he slept, Ron was with his brothers as he tossed and turned while Draco curled up against the fire, his arms hugging a purple pillow as he muttered in his sleep.
Eveline was the only one awake.
"Harry," she whispered softly, causing Harry to jump a bit.
He turned towards her. Her lavender eyes were dark.
"Do you remember how you summoned me?"
He nodded.
It had only been ten years in their time, after all.
She looked at the floor. "You pulled me from the Daemon Realm, told me you did it on accident and I couldn't get back. You remember?"
Harry chuckled a bit. Yes, it had been chaotic when they first met.
She continued. "I was utterly disgusted by what I had heard and rampaged. But you calmed me down. You helped me by finding me mates." Eveline looked at Hermione and Luna, and she smiled lovingly. "You gave me a chance to fight by your side. You gave me a purpose besides rotting in Hell. And I am thankful for that."
Her eyes snapped towards him with a firm stare as then she knelt on the floor, the fire casting warm shadows on her elegant features. "I am eternally grateful for that. No matter what happens, I will stay by your side. I will be your servant until you no longer require me to."
Harry blinked, but he smiled.
"Stand up, 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟. I hope you can keep your promises."
She bowed again. "Of course, My Lord."
Eveline smirked while he groaned. "I keep telling you guys to stop calling me that!"
"Your expression is just too hilarious!" She laughed as she walked to her mates.
Harry threw a pillow at her. "Shut up and go to sleep!"
"Yes, My Lord."
The First Task
Harry lovingly kissed the neck of his omega.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
His omega flushed. "You sly angel. What would Jehovah think?"
"Nothing of it. Now, open your legs. I'll worship the very ground you sit on, 'k?"
His omega laughed, a charming, free sound. He grinned at Harry, and teasingly, put his ankles on Harry's shoulders, his pale legs parting seductively as he winked at him.
"Well? Get on to it, servant."
Harry bit down on his ankle as a warning, and then leaning down, he——
——
"Fuck!" He cursed, and sat up, exhausted.
Why did these dreams always happen? He shuddered as ghostly fingers trailed down his shoulders and he ignored the twitching of his cock in his pants.
Harry has then been so focused on his wet dream, that he didn't realize it was the day of the first task until later.
Soon, Professor McGonagall informed him that it was time. "Potter, the champions have to come down now... you have to get ready."
"Alright," He said. He glanced at his friends.
"Good luck, Harry," Luna whispered. Hermione put her arm around her and gave him a thumbs up.
Neville and Ron smiled at him encouragingly. "You can do it, mate!" The redhead said.
"You'll be fine." Eveline said calmly while Blaise nodded.
Draco scoffed. "Get on with it, Chosen One. Don't die on us."
Harry grinned, and left the Great Hall with Professor Mcgonagall. She looked rather nervous herself and was muttering encouragements to him, but he was barely listening.
She led him into a tent, and left at the entrance. Fleur waved at him and then asked, "Where iz Eveline?"
He gestured to outside and the beta nodded, sitting back down.
Viktor didn't look at him but he looked more surly than usual. Meanwhile, Cedric was pacing across the room, and Harry thought back to when he had told Cedric of the dragons.
The same thing happened again, with Ludo Bagman trying to get him to cheat and him refusing, and the four champions getting their dragons.
His Hungarian Horntail Dragon spat a burst of tiny flames and then climbed up his arm and proceeded to nestle in his black hair.
Harry sighed at the miniature dragon and ignored it, while the crowd made various noises as Cedric tried to get the egg.
When it was Harry's turn, he confidently stepped out, a roar greeting him as the enormous dragon stomped her feet and flapped her wings.
[No!! My eggs... no one touches my eggs!!]
There was a hushed moment as everyone watched in tense silence when Harry did not make a move.
The Horntail Dragon hissed, moving towards him with steam curling from her nostrils.
She snarled, her wings flapping furiously. Harry did not react until she came charging at him, roaring. [Intruder! A stranger near my nest!!]
With a quiet wave of his hand, Harry poked her in the snout, a deafening screech coming from her mouth as she stumbled back.
The crowd was confused, until the Hungarian Horntail Dragon twitched and then flopped onto the ground. Harry let out a small laugh and petted her snout.
She cooed, and her tail thumped happily on the ground as Harry muttered soft praises. "Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? You are!"
Everyone gaped as he flicked his finger and the golden egg floated towards him. He took it and gave the dragon one more affectionate pat before he left.
Everyone was silent until there was a rush of sound. Everyone was questioning what the hell happened as Bagman gave a quiet 'Well, I don't really know what happened... Harry Potter seemed to have tamed the dragon!'
Harry smiled, and then went back into the tent.
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"Hello, My Lord~!" Fred and George chirped as they walked in. The Omegas gave a reassuring smile at Harry, who was forced to lay down and 'rest' even though he was fine.
"Hello, you two. Stop calling me that." Harry responded in fond exasperation. He sat up easily and the twins seated themselves by his bed, grinning mischievously.
Hermione walked in, a scowl on her face as she put her hands on her hips.
"Harry, that could've been dangerous. Dumbledore would've figured out that you found your inheritance. Honestly, channeling your power to summon Ariel's skill. That was reckless!"
"Well, I didn't want to hurt the dragon, so that was all I could think of besides almost killing myself after accioing my broom." Harry explained.
Ron sighed, rolling his eyes. "You've always been extra."
Draco chuckled, smiling as he walked in with Blaise. "Yep. Everyone is so confused. It's hilarious."
Blaise smiled softly. "Neville can't be here, but he says that the Gryffindors are all baffled."
He took a lick from Ron's neck, bitting gently for blood as his teeth elongated. The vampire purred against his omegan mate, who blushed and pushed him away.
"Blaise!! Not now!" Ron said, flustered.
Everyone chuckled, and Harry smirked. "Now, now, Ron. Don't be embarrassed."
"Yep. After all, he's only showing affection," Draco teased, as he wrapped an arm around Fred and let George bury his face in his shirt. "You get blushy so fast."
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
Everyone laughed. Eveline finally arrived with Luna and Neville, and at that point, it was a full on party.
When the conversation strayed to mates, Harry started to get uncomfortable. When Luna noticed, she looked at him with a dreamy smile.
"Ah. Sorry, My Lord. We have forgotten that you don't have one." She said not in an unkind manner.
He smiled and shook his head as everyone looked at him. "It's fine. You can talk all you want."
Neville frowned. "Y'know... where is your mate? It's been years."
"I don't know... lately, I've been having weird dreams..." he said and Luna frowned.
"Oh dear. It seems the Gods wishes for you to find him."
Harry blinked. "Who? The gods? The person in my dream mentioned something about it too..."
"The person your mate has mentioned is Jehovah. They know quite a lot. The person in your dreams... they are your mate." She explained.
Harry gaped while everyone looked at her in shock.
"What?!"
Another Dream
Harry thought about what Luna told him.
That was his mate?
The devilishly cute omega who could fight the Alpha Tone and win was his?
He ignored the way his alpha purred and cooed at the thought.
A glimmer caught his attention.
He glanced at the egg that sat on the end of his bed. He sat up and weaved a hand through his hair.
Harry was exhausted but he got up, walking to the door but it was open hurriedly.
"Harry! You have to see this!" Neville shouted, his eyes wide.
Fred and George were in the living room, their eyes flashing as they glared at the girl across from them.
Both turned towards him once he stepped into the room.
Ginny's eyes brightened when she saw him.
"Harry! I'm so glad you're here! Tell them that they're wrong! You're not a twink, right?" She said insistently.
His eyebrows furrowed. "What? Why is this about me?"
Fred snarled, his omegan scent making all of the alphas agitated as George hissed furiously.
"We heard her talking about you, saying rubbish like you were going to marry her and then she'd be Lady Potter or something like that." Fred growled, giving Ginny the stink eye.
George flashed furious eyes at Harry, who was still and staring at Ginny intensely. "So, tell her yeah? Won't you do it?"
"Absobloodylutely."
He stepped forward, letting everyone know he was serious when he glared at the other Gryffindors with glowing eyes.
His pupil was white as he channeled Gabriel's power through his veins.
"Y'know... almost all of us here have creature inheritances." He whispered in a deadly tone.
There were murmurs of confusion.
"And as you all know, the most powerful creature is a god. But that's impossible, so the next most powerful creature inheritance is an Angel." His eyes flashed as his magic spread out, causing gasps of alarm. "And rivaling an Angel is a demon. But you know... all angels rule over the aspects of earth, so let's say, if I was an angel, what would happen if I decided that I wanted you all to suffer?"
Seamus shuddered, his eyes wide in mortification. "Y-y-you'd kill us...?"
Harry smirked. "Yes, exactly." He snapped his head furiously at Ginny, who was shivering in fear as she opened her mouth and closed it like a fish.
"If I was an angel, and I was feeling particularly malicious, I'd kill all of you guys. So, what would you do?"
"R-run?" Ginny squeaked.
They all looked terrified as his aura spread over the room and his scent grew worse, thickening in anger and fury.
His shadow was horrifying, stretching over the wall to form wings that covered the ceiling and seemed to want to stab them.
His alpha was furious.
Fred, George and Ron were shaking, but looked calm enough while Hermione and Neville shared a look of exhaustion.
"So scat! Get out! And don't fucking talk about me, got it?!" He snapped at Ginny, who ran for it as if the devil was after her.
Harry looked at the shocked students and snapped his fingers.
They blinked and then walked away as if their memory was erased.
Fred and George looked at him in awe. "It's so cool when you're ——"
"—— able to use the Angels' power for your own."
Harry smirked. "Mhm. That was Zachriel's I just used. He's an angel of memory."
"Wicked!" They all murmured.
Hermione smiled. "You were really pissed, huh?"
He sighed. "I just get irritated every time I see her."
"Well, that's an understatement! You get so pissed whenever she's mentioned, you start blowing steam out of your ears!" Ron laughed.
"Ron," Neville warmed teasingly. "Don't be rude to his Lordship."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not that bad."
"Really?" They all said questioningly though he knew they were joking.
"Yes!" He laughed. "You guys are so mean! Be lucky no one is noticing our conversation. Otherwise, they may be suspicious of us."
"Yes sir!" Hermione said, saluting with a joking smile. "We'll try to arouse attention."
The twins stared at her in shock. "Did the uptight Hermione just joke with us? Shocking."
"Oh you're so rude!"
Neville smiled. "Anyways, good job. You really showed her who was boss."
Harry preened, and then he went back into his room, tired and much too lazy to do anything else.
He sank into his red sheet covered bed, sighing as he closed the curtains and closed his eyes as he fell asleep.
——
"Oh dear. You might even know my name now, hmm?"
Harry looked at his mate, who spread his legs seductively, almost as if he was trying to seduce him.
Slick was pooling on the table in syrupy puddles that smelt absolutely divine.
Harry grit his teeth, his mouth already watering.
His mate's scent was targeting him, sweet and seductive, as if he knew what effect it had on Harry and continued doing it.
"C'mon, my fallen archangel. Use me." His mate purred, arms pulling Harry onto his body, which was laid out on the table like a sacrifice.
Kisses were used to tease him. "Make me yours."
"Use your holy powers to purify me." Hands grabbed at his clothes as he helplessly fell deeper into the omega's arms.
"Use me! Use my body to commit the deepest sin of lust!" Harry shuddered as his back ripped and wings sprouted from his collarbones.
White feathers towered over them. The tiles brushed against the table and the demon smirked.
"Yessssssss. Breath in the toxins that is my poison and make me scream!"
Harry snapped and then darkness consumed him.
——
Harry startled awake.
He sighed. He looked at the cup, the ring, the locket and the diadem that sat by his bed.
He looked behind him and his eyes widened. His wings fluttered, their glowing feathers casting a soft light on the floor and the curtains of his bed.
He retracted them, his breath getting quicker.
What had happened in his dream?
It was as if his brain erased it.
He looked at the side, and sighed, his body relaxing in exhaustion.
Maybe... his friends could help him.
Foggily, Distantly, Slowly, I Forget
"What? You want me to find out who he is?" Hermione questioned.
Harry nodded. "Yep."
"How do you know he's a he?"
Harry stopped. Wait, how did he?
He waved it off. "That's not important. Can you do this for me? If not, I'll ask someone else."
Hermione's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No! I can do it! Trust me!" She nodded and then took out a book.
"I'll start doing it now!"
Vigorously, she started to flip the pages, scanning its contents, and feeling smug, Harry turned, only to be face to face with Eveline who was narrowing her eyes at him.
"Manipulating my mate, I see." She said darkly.
"Uhhh..."
Luna popped in, grabbed Eveline and then promptly left.
Saved, he was about to leave once more when Fred and George grabbed him and pulled him back to the table, where Ron and Draco were fighting for the last piece of chocolate gateau.
"Fix this!"
With a sigh, he asked the house elves for another, which they were more than happy to deliver.
About to leave again, he was stopped.
By Blaise this time.
"Where's... Neville?" The omega asked.
Harry groaned and pointed towards the Hufflepuff table, where Neville was proudly showing off his new plant to the interested students.
He took a step out of the door when he was interrupted once more.
He wanted to bang his head on the door but couldn't, as it was Snape.
"Harry! What are you doing? Why aren't you eating?" He said.
"Mom." He gave an exhausted sigh. "Please. Let me through."
Apparating himself to his room, he promptly collapsed and rolled around in his covers, leaving Severus to wonder how the fuck his child just denied magical laws.
Laying there, Harry thought about his mate, and wondered if this was the year he wouldn't be alone during his ruts.
His omega would take care of him.
Maybe they'd have a child or two.
Maybe three?
Something told him he'd love to see his mate round and ripe with a few babies in his belly.
Harry felt something warm flare in his belly.
His angel was feeling frisky.
And he started to shudder. His wings ripped from his shoulder blades, and with a sob, he fell asleep, casting protection shields around himself and the room.
It was time for his rut.
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Harry grinned.
The body under him writhed and shuddered.
"W-who are you?! Tell me or I'll—— hnnn! Agh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Harry pistoned his hips into the warm, tight heat, jumbled hisses and curses falling from his throat as he chased his orgasm.
[Cute little omega, bet you'll look so pretty with my children. You want that? You want me to pump a few babies into you until you're bred? You'll be my mate right?]
The omega gave a sharp gasp as Harry attacked their prostate.
"Nnnh, ah, ah, ah, oh Merlin! Yes, yes, I'll be your mate! Let me be your omega!" The omega cried.
Something was very deeply pleased by the omega's reaction.
Harry grinned, eyes red with lust. [You'll be the most perfect mate! I'm gonna knot you and then eat up all of that slick inside of you until you're whining and crying. Do you want that? Do you want your slick on my tongue as you writhe and moan in pleasure like you're in heat? I bet I can make you cry. I'll make you cry so hard...]
"Ahn, fuck...!" The omega twisted, and a part of Harry was confused.
When had he gotten here?
The omega yanked on its chains. "Please...! Let me go, Alpha, let me go, I'll be good, I promise!"
[You'll be good? You'll be good for me? If you break that promise, I'll make sure you'll remember who you belong to.]
But Harry moved anyways and growled as the omega pulled Harry down and kissed him hard.
Their tongues met and Harry moaned at the sweet taste of his precious omega. He thrusted upwards, before pulling the omega off, pulling away for a breath.
The omega whined, deep, low and hurt.
"A-Alpha. Put it back in, put it back in, put it back in, please, please, please, please, please...! Alpha, why aren't you inside——"
Harry growled, rumbling as he pushed the omega's face in the sheets. [Hush, my needy omega. I'll take care of you.]
One hand held its face down while the other hand grabbed the omega's arms, pulling them back as the omega's legs spread wide and obscene.
Slick coated those pale, plush thighs and Harry groaned.
He took a quick taste but then pulled away as the omega yelped.
His cock met the twitching hole before he thrusted inside, a moan falling from his throat as the omega screamed in ecstasy.
With its arms pulled back, Harry could hit his prostate dead on and get his cock deeper inside of the tight warmth.
Harry started to drool, thrusting mindlessly as the knot in his chest started to tighten.
This was the greatest fucking rut ever.
The omega mewled, and with a cry, it sobbed. "Alpha, alpha, I have to cum—— please let me cum—— oh Merlin, let me cum!"
Harry could feel his knot swell as he rocked into the heat, occasionally catching on the puffy rim of the omega.
Harry bit down on the omega's neck, a coppery taste entering his mouth as they locked together and the omega screamed.
Harry soon passed out.
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Harry woke up, eyes wide.
His rut has ended.
But how?
His wings twitched. Harry shuddered as he remembered the omega's sweet, cute, lovely body and his beautiful smile and his ruby red eyes——
Wait, red eyes?
Harry looked up, casting a tempus.
It was only ten minutes after he had passed out. And he hadn't moved from his spot.
So what happened?
He winced. A blinding pain shot up into his skull and Harry gasped in horror.
——
Harry landed in the room, Voldemort glaring at him from behind his desk.
"Who the hell are you?"
[Tsk, tsk, tsk.]
Harry reached out, ignoring the spell cast at him, and grabbed Voldemort's throat.
Voldemort gave a loud yelp as magic coursed through him and his glamour was forcefully removed.
His skin grew soft and peachy, rosy with blood as hair brushes over his human eyes, though they were still red in color.
His lower lip trembled as Harry grinned, sharp and cruel.
[A pretty omega like you shouldn't be hidden. I'll make you mine.]
The omega struggles before falling lax in his arms with an unconcealed whimper, as then Harry made love to the omega.
And when he was finished with the exhausted, spent omega, he quickly time traveled back.
——
Harry froze.
His mate was...
Voldemort?!
Confronting the Omega
"You what."
"I... just told you what I did." Harry said in a nervous tone.
He had slept for a week due to exhaustion when he got back from fucking Voldemort.
It matched perfectly with his schedule, what, with the time traveling and everything.
Eveline and the twins looked at him with dark eyes.
"You... raped your omega?!!!" They screamed, standing up so they towered over him.
Neville and Luna were wide eyed and worried. "Harry, what'd you do??"
Draco, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Er, doesn't he belong to Harry? It's fine, isn't it?"
Fred turned so fast, Harry was scared for his neck. "Draco, are you heartless? He raped an omega!"
Ron looked ready to say something, but wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.
Eveline looked enraged. "Harry, that is a severe crime! Raping an omega could get you a life sentence in some other country!"
"In some other country," Hermione emphasized, "Harry is fine. In the UK, omegas don't have rights, and if they are soulmates, there's a lesser chance of Harry being charged."
"What kind of sick response is that? So what, since he's Harry's omega, it's okay for Harry to rape him?"
Neville gave a nervous laugh, trying to push back Hermione, who was looking ready to pounce on poor Fred.
"Uhh, guys, shouldn't we calm down?"
Draco snarled. "Someone get Blaise, we can ask his opinion!"
"Why Blaise? Besides, we know who's in the wrong! Harry raped an omega, and I'm not saying we should castrate him, but you can't deny that he did a very wrong action!"
Harry felt sick to his stomach.
Did he cause that much pain to his omega?
His omega shouldn't be hurt. No, no hurt for his omega. His omega should be protected and happy and safe.
Alpha has to make this right.
With a silent flap of his wings, Harry disappeared.
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Voldemort was sniffling.
His body was sore and tired and his stupid Alpha wasn't even there to comfort him.
Stupid, useless, annoying Alpha.
Anger burned through him, and in a fit, Voldemort stood up.
His world tilted and melted and he collapsed to the floor. His thighs burned and pressing his cheek to the floor, he shuddered when another hot gush of cum slid down his legs.
Stupid Alpha!!!
Voldemort grit his teeth, joints trembling before he stood up on shaky limbs. The room smelt like their combined scents and he nearly passed out again.
But before he could fall, arms wrapped around his waist.
Voldemort turned and bashed the stranger in the face.
"You filthy mongrel, don't think you can touch me so freely——?!"
His alpha gave him a searing kiss.
"Mmmmghn????!!"
His alpha pulled away with dark eyes, his wings spread out. Voldemort trembled and the hands slid down to the small of his back.
"My poor, injured omega... I'm sorry..."
His alpha licked his lips. "I'll make it right."
Voldemort's eyes widened as the wings behind his back enclosed around them, trapping them in a feathery cocoon.
With a bright glow, Voldemort screamed as magic entered his pores and scraped his nerves raw cleaning him of sin and injuries, before the pain disappeared abruptly, and he was gently petted.
"Shhh, shhh, I'm so sorry... my sweet omega, I'm so sorry. I should've been a better alpha. I'm a bad alpha... I'm sorry..."
Voldemort didn't move, suddenly feeling so warm and comfortable, resting in his Alpha's lap. Smelling the pained and saddened scent, he whimpered and rubbed his neck against his alpha's, hoping to comfort him.
His sore body was now alright, almost perfect if it wasn't for the cum still oozing from his wrecked hole.
[Alpha...] the omega hissed in parseltongue.
The alpha made a confused noise, and then the omega moved, pressing his cheek against the ground again as he raised his hips.
[Alpha...] he said again.
The alpha shuddered. [You want me to clean you up?]
[... please.]
[With pleasure.]
The alpha gently parted his legs, taking a glimpse at the pink, oozing hole and quickly got to work cleaning his omega with his tongue.
Voldemort yelped at the first swipe, before he gave a long moan as the long tongue delved deeper and deeper, scooping globs of essence.
He ached and he wanted friction against his cock, but he stayed where he was, moaning and gasping as his alpha cleverly took care of him.
Heat was starting to build, and he whined, rocking his hips back for deeper access to his core, wanting his alpha to scratch that itch inside of him.
[Alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha, please...!! Al-pha!!] His alpha sucked his rim at the last word, and Voldemort drew it out with a shrill squeak.
His hands curled in the sheets, before he sobbed, feeling the pleasure build and build but never quite being able to go over the edge.
A hand pushed his back down, before another pulled his hips up.
The warm muscle inside of him plunged deeper and deeper before a finger joined in.
His alpha thrust in both his tongue and his finger and the omega screamed.
His finger wiggled and stroked his silky walls as he started to slick.
Fuck.
His alpha aroused him so well, he was starting to slick.
Voldemort burned with desire, but he could only take as his alpha dug his finger into his prostate.
Another tear escaped his eyes.
His alpha moved away, and Voldemort turned, tears of pleasure swimming in his vision.
His alpha smirked devilishly, his tongue sweeping over his mouth as slick dripped down his chin, sliding onto his neck like honey.
[You're so wet for me, omega...]
Voldemort's thighs started to tremble and his alpha inserted another finger.
Then another.
Then three fingers were knuckle deep inside of him, burying into his heat as they pounded and pressed into his prostate.
[N-Ngh...! Please, alpha, please...! T-too much!] the omega started to whine and the alpha happily leaned over to kiss him, his fingers still relentless.
[Cum for me.]
Voldemort gave a loud gasp as his body moved in command, tightening like a bow string before releasing, white thick streams splattering over his chest.
His alpha kissed him again, sweet and slow. [Beautiful.]
Eventually, they cuddled in bed, and Voldemort glared at his alpha.
"Stupid alpha... why'd you leave me? Who are you? How can you speak parseltongue? How'd you get in here? Did you mate with me to toy with me?"
With the last question, the man abruptly said, "No! Never..."
His nose glided over Voldemort's scent gland.
"I'd never... my rut started, and I traveled here on instinct. I never knew I had such a beautiful powerful omega..."
His breaths grew hot as his hand traveled up the omega's thighs.
Said omega slapped it away and shifted so he was no longer touching him.
The alpha made a wounded noise, and Voldemort almost felt guilty, but he was too angry to care at this point.
"Did you really think... that I'd let some random stranger knot me and then leave me the moment their rut finished?? I had to start my heat early because I couldn't keep up with you! Dick-brained alpha!"
His alpha's green eyes were wide, various emotions flashing through them.
Voldemort continued, enraged. "Think with your upstairs brain instead of your downstairs one! You knot me, mate me and then bond me! For what?? For you to leave me after you satisfy your dick!
"I am Lord Voldemort, and I will not tolerate any stupid alpha that thinks they can take care of me when they can't! If I have to kill you, so be it."
The alpha was silent, open mouthed as he stared at the red faced, furious omega.
Then, he said, "You're beautiful."
Voldemort twitched.
"What?? Were you even listening?!"
"Yes." The alpha said, standing up so he could look the omega in the eyes. "I understand. I'm sorry. I hadn't realized how you felt. I left because I came here to find my mate. My creature inheritance wouldn't let me find you nuntil I entered my first rut."
He got on his knees, shocking Voldemort.
It was near impossible to get an alpha so worked up for an omega that he'd show submission.
But Voldemort was pretty sure that he got a pretty strange mate.
"Please. Let me stay by your side."
Voldemort tensed. His hand tentatively went up to B neck, where he could feel the warmth of his mating mark.
Would he let this alpha into his life?
"... fine. You better prove to me you can be trusted."
"I won't let you down! I promise!"
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"What's your name?"
Harry smirked.
"Harry. Harry Potter."
Voldemort spit out his tea, looking up from his cup. "I-Impossible! My mate can't be such an annoying brat!"
"... a brat...?" Harry echoed in amusement, but Voldemort shook his head.
"Prove it."
Harry showed the scar and told Voldemort the story of how he and his friends traveled back in time.
"I see... so the muggles attacked? That's horrible. What happened?"
"Some idiot used magic and got captured before being able to defend himself. The war lasted four years..."
Harry was solemn. The memories of his fallen friends flashed behind his eyes. There was a gentle touch on his hair.
Looking up, he almost burst out crying.
Voldemort looked ethereal.
"It's alright. If you want to cry, I won't judge you."
Harry smiled. "Voldemort——"
"Call me Tom. Voldemort is only for my enemies."
Harry pulled him in and kissed him, causing the brunette to squeak cutely.
"Okay... Tom."
A few minutes later...
"F-fuck, Harry, you're going to make me—— ahnnnn...!!"
One leg was thrown over Harry's shoulder as Voldemort scrambled for purchase on his desk. This position allowed him deeper access to Tom's wet heat.
Harry thrusted inside of the Dark Lord, causing the omega to drool and gasp.
"N-no! Too much, too much, fuckkkk..." Tom gave another loud moan that made Harry pretty sure that everyone in the town could hear.
His omega cursed quite often, didn't he?
Harry found it amusing.
"C'mon... you can go for longer, can't you? You said you'd please me..." the alpha growled teasingly, nipping at Tom's throat before driving his cock deep inside.
"I can! I can please you! P-p-please let me make you happy, Alpha!" Tom said, practically drooling as Harry drilled into him.
Harry showed his appreciation by rubbing his thumb over Tom's bite mark, causing little shocks of pleasure to run up his spine.
Tom screamed, throwing his head back as he writhed and Harry smirked.
This... was perfection.
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Meanwhile, at the castle, Dumbledore was taking a few deep breaths.
He sighed long and hard.
He was struggling to maintain his calm composure and was scolding himself for not doing so for the last few weeks.
Ever since those five kids had passed out, his plans had gone to ruins.
But how?
How was that little inconvenience important and what happened?
Dumbledore sighed.
He was doing this for the greater good.
Why didn't Harry realize that?
Dumbledore stood up and decided to use his final weapon.
He did a few spells and a door opened from besides the wall.
Ignoring Fawkes' sad cry, Dumbledore prepared to go inside.
Walking inside the dark corridor, he stopped when he came to a door. He opened it with a whispered password and was greeted with dark, winding staircases.
He stepped down the dark stairs and then stopped when he came to a cage. There were two alphas inside, one with red hair and the other with black hair.
Both were dirty and beaten, obviously poorly maintained, though Dumbledore wouldn't say that to himself.
He'd tell himself he took care of them the way they were deserved.
"Bastard!! Where's Marlene?! Where is she? Let me out and I'll tear you a new one!" The furious redhead growled, pushing against the bars as if she could actually break them.
The ravenette glared at him. He said nothing, but he bared his canines at the old beta.
"You two will be my final pawns in his game. You will manipulate Harry to cooperate. If not, your mates will be obliterated." Dumbledore warned.
"Like hell I will! You won't catch me helping you with anything, you old goat, much less manipulating Harry——"
Dumbledore flicked his old wand. It didn't obey him as easily as the Elder wand, but it'd have to do for now until Harry ceased his silly shenanigans and gave it back.
"You will listen or be punished."
Immediately, the ravenette stepped in front of the redhead as Dumbledore cast crucio. A shrill, loud scream fell from his throat before he writhed in pain.
"No!! Stop it! You bastard! I'll kill you!" The redhead shook the bars, pleading for her friend.
Dumbledore stopped the spell, and sighed.
"Imperio."
Those two will have to help him, whether they want to or not.
A Stolen Family
Tom was silent in the mornings, serene and calm, like a figure in a painting.
He was lovely even when tired.
Harry sucked on the spoon of honey, his eyes roaming his omega's body as the omega flitted around the throne room.
The alpha lounged on a couch, nursing his cup of warm milk and honey, feeling both exhausted and content.
After a moment, Harry asked, "What happened with the horcruxes?"
Tom paused. He was silent for a minute, obviously mulling over what he would say. Eventually, he answered.
"I was diagnosed as an omega when I was 9, a little earlier than most. The kids at the orphanage bullied me worse when they found out. Going to the church became more frequent, with even more exorcisms. Eventually, I was nearly raped, so I took the liberty to teach them better."
Tom's eyes flashed dangerously.
Harry tried to ignore the heat in his stomach at Tom's expression and the anger at his words.
"When I went to Hogwarts, the children were even worse. I had to bribe and blackmail and pay Slytherins to protect me. It was worse because I was a Muggle-Born omega. I tried many ways to remove the omega in me, but then I found horcruxes."
He lifted his head, his eyes drifting. "And then I don't remember what happened after that."
Harry stood up, discarding his drink, and pulled Tom close to him.
"And?"
"And what?"
"And what about the sanity now?"
Tom paused. "Well, I guess it's because of you. I feel better when you're with me."
Harry cooed. He kissed Tom sweetly, their tongues meeting as his thumb pressed Tom's mating mark. Tom moaned, before he pushed Harry a bit, pulling away.
"No matter what, I will protect you." Harry promised solemnly.
There was a pause.
Then Tom laughed, bright and happy. "As if! My brat of an alpha shouldn't have to say that to please me!"
"Uh—— what?!" Harry sputtered.
"My alpha is still a child. He doesn't need to protect me. I can protect myself, and if need to be, I can protect you." His voice became softer, more teasing as he grinned, full of mischief.
"And maybe," he continued, "maybe in the future, perhaps both of us will be protecting our children."
He pulled away from Harry, his smirk spreading.
He was already down the hallway when Harry finally processed what he was saying.
"Wha—— wait, Tom?! Did you say children?! Tom! Get over here and explain this!"
Tom giggled, his hand covering his wide smile. "Catch me first, alpha!"
Harry's heart was light as he lay chase to the omega. When he caught him, they had another round of steamy love-making.
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Harry smiled as he sat down at dinner in Hogwarts after time-traveling back a couple of hours.
Eveline and the others spared him a glance before Dumbledore stood up.
"Well, tonight is a special night. Why?" He paused for dramatic event moment, waiting for a moment of silence as the 11 year olds started to call out reasons.
"The teachers have discovered Harry Potter's presumed dead parents!" And he flourished his arms to show Lily and James.
Lily was dressed in a blue sundress, smiling stiffly and radiant. James grinned, his smile crooked and his posture was a little twitchy, something not being right.
Fred looked at George. "Five galleons say they're imperioed." They said at the same time.
They sighed in unison, and then pouted in unison as well.
Draco kissed both of them, laughing at the fact that they both made the same bet at the same time.
Ron made a gagging noise, and Blaise flicked him teasingly.
Harry stopped, his eyebrow raised as everyone turned to look at him with the announcements of his parents.
He stood up, glaring. "Prove it. You told me my parents were dead! How are they alive now?"
He stood up so he could get a better view of everyone's reactions to this.
Glancing at the teachers, all of them were gobsmacked at the sight of Lily and James, Mcgonagall nearly choking a sob as she laid eyes on them.
None of them looked not surprised.
Harry's real mother, Severus, was silent. He was staring at both of them with a strange, eerie look.
Harry knew he was going to do something rash.
He had wanted to antagonize Dumbledore, but he didn't think he would actually bring out his trump card so soon.
Dumbledore must be desperate, he thought.
Hermione glanced at him. He nodded, and Hermione stood up as well, glaring accusingly at Dumbledore.
"How is Lily and James still alive? Voldemort killed them!"
A pang entered Harry's heart at that, but he ignored it.
There were murmurs of confusion from all of them. Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons shook their heads at the display, but students from Hogwarts Rose up in protest.
Who were these people?
"Now, now, kids!" James said, his smile bright. "No need to get all panicky. We've been found for a bit of time, having to recover before Harry found out about us."
Lily smiled. "Where is our son? I want to see him!"
"Your son...?" Severus snarled.
The hall went silent as Professor Snape pointed a finger towards Dumbledore.
"What's your plan, you old coot?! What are you planning to do?" He snapped.
Dumbledore frowned. "Severus, there is no need to cause a scene, my boy——"
"I am by no means 'your boy' and I will gut you if you don't tell me what you have done! Why is Lily and James here?! I went to their house and saw them dead! I-I..."
Tears were streaming from his eyes and the Slytherin looked ready to rush over and hug the Head of their house.
"Enough of this."
Harry spread his wings and snapped his fingers.
James and Lily were sent somewhere else with his magic while everyone's memories were forcefully removed.
Dumbledore blinked, confused. He turned this way and that, searching for something.
Severus was relaxing back into his chair, having forgotten his outburst.
Harry's face darkened and he stood up, instantly moving towards the Room of Requirement.
There, James and Lily were confused, looking around and trying to get out.
When they looked at him, it was with shock. "Harry?"
Immediately, he forced them down, narrowing his eyes. They had began to struggle, so he put them to sleep. Spell after spell, he cast many to figure what had happened.
He removed the glamour and then the Imperio.
Harry grimaced.
They were real.
Lily's bright red hair dimmed to a mere scarlet red, shorter than before and more curly. She was thin, abnormally so, and he worried for both of them, as he realized that both were extremely malnourished.
James' hair grew dark, less brown and more ebony, with a more aristocratic face. He resembled Harry quite a bit, right down to his nose and the shape of his lips.
Harry sighed.
Hopefully, once they woke up, he'd ask what happened.
Maybe then, he'd get some answers.
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Harry's magic made him quite versatile.
He could cast magic spells over a large area and use Angelic magic as well.
He could choose which people he wanted to not affect and then everyone else would be cast with his magic.
But if his magic is compatible with someone else, they wouldn't be affected as much, or as all unless Harry deliberately focuses on them.
Unfortunately...
Ginny's magic was highly well suited to Harry's.
And now she knew of Harry's angelic inheritance.
A Rat in a Nest
Harry didn't find out anything until three hours later, when they woke up.
By that time, he had already finished sending Sirius a letter telling him what had happened and asking for him and Remus to come to Hogwarts.
Lily woke up first, turning her head sideways.
"Who...?" Her eyes were a beautiful emerald, different from his own Avada Kedavra ones.
"I am Harry Potter. Can you tell me who you are?" He said calmly.
As of this moment, he had his true form, a grown man of around 180 cm with ebony hair and bright green eyes that were eerie and strange on such a handsome face.
Behind him, his wings stretched high, intimidating and regal.
"H-Harry? No, that can't be... you should be 15 right now..." she mumbled, trying to sit up, only to forcefully be pulled back because of the chains.
"I will release you if you answer my questions. Who are you?"
Lily squinted at him, obviously still disoriented. "Huhn? I'm Lily. Lily Evans."
"Really? Who's that beside you then?"
Lily turned. Her eyes widened, instantly cleared of dizziness.
"James!" She looked around, finally focusing on her surroundings. "What the—— where am I?! Who the hell are you?! Release us!"
Harry blinked. She really was feisty.
"Like I said, I'm Harry Potter."
"Bullshit! My nephew is a whole lot younger than you creep! Release me and I'll rearrange your face, you bastard!" She snarled.
James opened his eyes, sleepy before he woke up, truly alert.
"Lily? What's happening?"
"Some creep tied us down!" Lily said loudly, glaring at Harry and trying to use her magic in small bursts to untie herself.
Harry was shocked when he felt her affinity.
She's a dark witch?!
James turned towards him, quiet and calm.
He didn't act like the prankster many people have tried to tell him of.
"Like I said, I'm Harry Potter." He repeated.
James' eyes widened. "Harry?"
He narrowed his eyes. "What's your mother's name?"
"Severus Snape."
They blinked in shock.
Harry smirked. "Yes, I know the fact that you, Sirius, Remus and my mom were a 4-way pair. I know that Lily Evans was truly mated with Marlene McKinnon. And both of you were captured together the night Voldemort attacked. Now, will you tell me what really happened?"
They were silent.
Then James spoke, "Dumbledore was the one who captured us."
"I'm not surprised. What'd he do?"
"Release us first and maybe we'll talk." Lily snapped.
Harry transported all of them to Tom's manor. Tom has just seen Harry leave, so when Harry arrived again looking a little different, he went, "Huh?"
"It's me, Tom."
When he heard that, he groaned.
"Harry, we just did it, give me a break..."
He stopped when he saw the other two.
He straightened, his face smoothing over coolly as he suddenly stopped excluding his sweet omegan scent.
"And who's this?" He asked coldly.
Harry kissed him on the forehead. "My dad and my godmother."
Tom huffed, before beckoning them to his study. There, he snapped his fingers and asked a house elf to make some tea.
They came back with a teapot of Darjeeling tea. Tom didn't say a word as the elevenses were devoured in seconds.
"... would you like more?" he asked after they finished scarfing it down.
Lily and James both gave apologetic expressions, but James answered for them both. "Yes, please."
After he ordered some more, Harry started to talk. "So, what did Dumbledore do to you?"
"He kept us in a cage and tortured us. Sometimes, he forced us to fight and other times he would starve us until we would pass out. He used us for experiments, kept as punching bags and sometimes just imperioed us to do things." James said in a low voice.
Lily grit her teeth while Tom hissed, muttering, "That prat, how dare he do such a thing!"
"How did he capture you?"
"The night before Voldemort tried to kill us, he sent us a letter asking to meet him at a house in Godric's Hollow. He told me to bring you, and well, you know what happens next."
Harry felt a little numb. "Then Voldemort tried to kill you."
They were silent as James cast a cautious stare towards him and Tom. "Are you really my son? Why do you look... like that?"
Tom looked him up and down appreciatively. "I... would like to know as well."
Harry smirked. "You'll see what's under my clothes soon, bunny."
"B-Bunny?!" Tom spluttered, but Harry ignored him.
He explained his life story and what happened to him. "And that's what happened. This is my real form."
James was shocked. "You're my son... Where's Sev? What happened to him?"
"Sev?" Lily echoed, looking up from her sandwich.
"Mom died because of..."
Tom didn't stiffen up or anything, he continued to sit normally, as if he wasn't the one to kill Severus because he had betrayed him for Harry.
Harry didn't know what to feel when he remembered that.
Although Tom hasn't been the one to kill him directly, he was the one who directed a mentally unstable Death Eater to kill Severus.
"... an accident with an insane Death Eater."
James and Lily's face darkened.
"That damn Voldemort!" James muttered.
There was a moment of silence as they absorbed the new information.
Lily was still staring at Tom. "Harry, is that your mate?"
Harry grinned. "Yep! Isn't he just lovely?"
Tom gave a small quirk of his lips. "My name is Tom. It's a pleasure to meet Harry's family."
James grinned. "Damn! My son got himself a well-mannered omega, huh! Just what a Potter needs: a person with a good head on their shoulders to watch over us!"
"D-dad..." Harry said in embarrassment as Tom smirked.
"It is no problem. My idiot alpha can be taken care of." Tom said. His fingers were clasped in his lap and looking at him, he really did look cultivated.
Lily smiled. "It's good that Harry has a very capable mate. What was your name again?"
"Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Well. That's a very nice name—— wait what?! Marvolo Riddle?! You're Voldemort?!"
Tom blinked. "Oh. You realized."
"What?!"
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Ginny knocked on the door.
Dumbledore allowed her inside, his grandfatherly expression on.
"Ginny, my dear, what do you need?"
"P-professor, do you know what happened yesterday?"
"No...? I'm afraid not." He said.
In reality, he was watching her even closer. How did she notice what had happened?
He could barely remember himself.
"Well, you came in with Harry's parents, but then everyone started to make a fuss, and then Harry had big wings and he took his parents away. No one remembers what happened but me."
Dumbledore froze. Then he smiled a little wider. "Thank you, Ginny, for telling me this. You are a very good child, for being so concerned. I will take care of what happened."
Ginny smiled. "Yes sir!"
She left, and Dumbledore stood up, looking through the books that lined his walls.
He muttered each title, before he stopped.
"Ah... here it is. 'Book 3: Trapping and Controlling Holy Creatures'."
Dumbledore grinned darkly and got to work.
With You, The World Fades
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"T-that can't be! My son can't be——"
"It's alright." Tom said nonchalantly. "I too am surprised that the Boy-Who-Lived managed to seduce me."
"Who seduced who now?" Harry said dryly, though he was smiling.
James feinted while Lily stared at Tom with a hard look.
"You're... his mate?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, this alpha of mine found me during one of his ruts and I was forced into my own heat because of him."
Harry smiled wryly, and then said, "I don't care what you say, but I've been searching for him for some time. So, I will not give him to you."
His hand reached out and grabbed Tom's, who squeezed back.
Harry gave him a reassuring smile, as then Tom stood up, smoothing his robes. "Well, it has been nice, but I have business to attend to and a country to conquer, so excuse me."
Harry blinked in shock, surprised to hear that Tom was continuing his plan of world domination.
Tom gave him a look that said they would talk about it later. Harry looked back at his dad and his godmother.
"Harry..." Lily said softly. "Are you sure about this? He's Voldemort."
Harry smiled. "He may have made some horrible decisions, but in the end, he's my mate, isn't he? If I can't try to understand him for it, we would never have been put together by Jehovah."
"Jehovah? James says his name a lot often too."
"Does he? Well, I suppose we have another thing in common besides blood."
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Harry went back to Hogwarts, and summoned the group to RoR. They used golems to go to class.
"Alright. Draco, what have you found so far?"
"Ed Breadpants is the man who ratted us out in the future, and I found his location. He's currently in a manor in Cambridge. Want me to kill him?"
"Do it. Make it look like it was a disease. You can take your time."
Harry glanced over at Eveline and Hermione. They took out their reports and began to tell him.
"We found the location of the weapons. We also took care of the man who would be become the creator of the nuclear weapons. We removed some parts to neutralize it. It was completed successfully."
Luna nodded. "Neville and I finished our work as well. We have been making some waves in Council. We've also successfully gotten rid of the key players in the past war."
Fred and George grinned. "We just bought the store. We've been advertising to the students, and although they were suspicious at first, they've been using them for Snape!"
Harry nodded. "Alright. Let's see if your store can get to one of the top businesses in a couple of years. When Umbridge comes, we'll have to be ready. I think Dumbledore is making his move soon. Ron?"
Ron grinned. "Ginny and Mom haven't been doing much. Mom is still oblivious. I don't think Dumbledore has brought her in on the plans. Ginny seems kind of suspicious of me for some reason though."
Draco shrugged. "It's probably because you've been sitting at Harry's table and ignoring her."
Harry's table had become something like a spot for all of the students to enjoy. It allowed everyone to mingle, and no one was able to get rid of it.
So far, everyone seemed weirded out at the change in personalities, but since they were overall better to talk with, everyone ignored it and welcomed the change.
Ron sighed, and Harry turned towards Blaise, who nodded. "I have been bringing people back to our cause. I'd like help with this however, because in the past, some students did not take my pledge. You might have to bring some back yourself."
Harry nodded. Then they all turned towards him, and he told them his own report. After explaining the situation about his 'parents', he started the other report.
"But wait, if they're your parents, what happened to them in the original timeline?" Ron asked, his expression a little cautious.
Hermione frowned. "Since Dumbledore died, maybe he took them down with him because Harry wasn't causing him problems."
Harry pursed his lips but continued.
"So far, it seems like Voldemort trusts me. While it's been very good, I'm a bit worried because it seems like he still wants to conquer the Wizarding World."
They all paused, looking surprised.
Harry didn't stop talking. "It's no big deal, because I don't mind. In fact, this can help speed up our plans if he can keep the wizarding population in check while we make up new laws and plans for the upcoming disaster. Also, I found out his favorite color is rose red and not green and silver like I originally thought."
Luna and the twins clapped for the development in his relationship while Draco and Blaise rolled their eyes at his naivety at a typical Slytherin's favorite color.
Soon, the meeting ended, and Harry was thoughtful as Fred and George's duplicates were all working together to make a new product, something about an exploding pair of boots.
It was going to get complicated soon, and Harry was worried about Tom.
Although Tom was experienced in war, he had never truly fought in one. Not like how Harry had. That made Harry anxious to go over to him. Hopefully, things would work out like Harry hoped.
There was a bad feeling in his stomach, but he ignored it, as he watched the Freds and Georges work fervently.
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Tom growled as he paced the room. He knew Harry was doing his own thing right now, but where was he?!
It had been weeks!
A total amount of four weeks and three days! And 16 hours!
Was Tom possibly obsessive?
Yes, he was.
Tom tried not to look like he was sulking, but unfortunately, it looked like he was sulking. Tom looked up at Nagini, who slid inside.
[Massssssssster, where is the rat man? I want to eat. May I?]
Tom waved his hand somewhat carelessly. [Go ahead. If you sssssssssssseee Harry, give him a bite for me.]
[Why?]
[He hasssssssn't vissssssited me in four weeksssssssss.]
[Then visssssssit him yourssssssself. You can't expect him to do all of the work in a relationssssssssship.]
When had his snake become so good with romance and dating advice?
He was a little disturbed.
However, although her advice was good, it wasn't practical because he couldn't just waltz into Hogwarts just because he was lonely.
Tom sighed. [I ssssssssssssupposssssssssse.]
The door opened, and Barty came in. "My lord, what do you require?"
He stopped when he saw Tom's appearance, which was of a beautiful man around mid-twenties.
Tom lifted an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.
Barty dropped on the floor.
"My lord! Congratulations on getting a body!"
"Rise," Tom said in a cold tone.
Harry had just popped in that moment, but no one noticed him yet.
Barty bowed deeply and then got up, before starting his exclamation.
"—— and so, I've rigged the next two games just as you said."
Tom hummed, leaning against his hand. "Isn't there a dance?"
"Uh, yes My Lord."
Tom glanced at Nagini, and then there was a faint blush on his face. He coughed, as Harry and Barty gave startled reactions to the almost embarrassed expression he had on his face.
"Well, for infiltration purposes, I'll be attending. There are some things I have to get a feel for, myself," he reasoned.
If he had said it with a straight face, there would've been a chance of Barty taking him seriously.
Harry smothered his laughter, before Tom threw out a curse at him. Harry narrowly dodged, his eyes wide.
Barty took out his wand, before Tom realized who it was.
"Ah—— Harry?!"
He stepped out, his nice expression on. "Yes, yes, sorry about that."
Barty looked at him with a shocked look. Although Harry looked remarkably different, Barty was able to figure it out.
"... Harry Potter?"
Harry grinned, and then swaggered over to Tom. He kissed him on the forehead and said, "Dear, I called over some allies. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin will arrive soon. I also called over my mother. Is that alright with you?"
"It doesn't matter what I say anyways. Go ahead."
Harry smiled, pointedly ignoring Barty's sputtering as he peppered more kisses on Tom's face.
Tom received them all with grace, as if it was the same as a servant kissing the hand of an emperor.
"Thanks, love."
He turned towards Nagini. [Nagini, I'll help you hunt the rat.]
[Masssssssster wantsssssss me to bite you firssssssst.] She hissed, her tongue flicking out.
[Oh? What for?]
Tom's face flushed a deeper red as Harry looked at him in amusement.
[You didn't come visssssssssssit him.]
[I have now, haven't I? Come. We'll take care of the rat.]
Nagini slid onto his arms, curling around him. Tom crosses his arms and looked regal, though he seemed to be contemplating murder with the way he glared at Nagini.
[Traitor.]
[Massssster, you ssssssshould be more loving towardssssss your mate. He issssssss warm, ssssssso he can be good for hatchlingssssssss.] She said, incredibly biased towards the warmth Harry was emitting.
[Yesssss, yessss, whatever you sssssay.]
Harry was feeling rather flattered, but didn't say anything as he walked past Barty and then left to find Peter, hoping to see Nagini crunch up his bones.
In the office, Tom was relaxed, though he looked rather annoyed.
"M-my lord, is he...?"
Tom sighed, scratching at his neck almost absentmindedly. There, under his nails, was a pale bite mark, already healed and scarred.
Barty's eyes widened.
Tom hummed again, and then said, "Well, before you reach conclusions, no, I didn't somehow seduce the Boy-Who-Lived to my side. And he isn't a boy either."
Tom's lips stretched into a smirk. "We're mates, but I'll be using him for our goals."
Barty blinked in bewilderment. "Eh? But My Lord, you're mates!"
"It's alright, he's using me too. We'll get the things we want and then we'll be on our separate ways. Don't you worry, it'll work the way I want it to."
Barty was gaping, his eyes as wide as plates.
Tom looked away, ignoring the horrified stare he was given and the twist in his guts.
He couldn't care too much just yet, especially if Dumbledore was going to find out.
'I have to find a way for him to be safe first before I can give him my heart.' Tom thought, before he closed his eyes and looked towards the window, where rain was starting to sprinkle.
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"And uh, can you guys..." Harry tried to say as Severus climbed on top of Remus and gave soft omegan chirping noises.
Remus responded with his own omegan noise, and Sirius and James looked like they were watching the most adorable scene in the world, as if puppies and little ducklings were playing with kittens in a grassy field.
Lily sobbed, holding them close.
"Damn! I missed you guys so much!" She wailed.
Harry awkwardly looked at Nagini, who wasn't helping as she digested Peter.
Tom finished and stepped inside of the room. He glared sharply, his scent spiking in irritation.
"Sit. And be respectful before me." He ordered, his voice booming with authority.
Remus, Severus and James snapped up and looked presentable. Sirius glared at him like he just cock-blocked him.
"And who are you?"
Severus looked indignant before Harry grabbed Tom, pulling him into his lap as the smaller omega squeaked.
"He's my mate, Sirius."
"Mate?!" Remus, Sirius and Severus screamed in shock.
Tom purred as Harry scent marked him, a smile on his face. "Mhm."
Tom's eyes closed in bliss as Lily liked slightly disturbed and James looked smug, as if saying, 'yep, my son got himself an omega.'
Remus looked at him in worry. "Harry, you know, you're so young. Did you already...?"
Harry smiled brighter. It was like looking at the face of a man who had everything he ever wanted. "Yep! He's beautiful, isn't he?"
Then James' and Lily's expression turned to amused as the others three looked guilty as their protests died at the sight of his smile.
"And besides, I have to tell you something."
So he tapped Sirius' and Remus' heads and the told them the rest.
Lily and James looked at him.
"What'd you just do?"
Tom gave off a noise of surprise and said, "A pledge? You had those?"
Harry kissed him on the temple. "Yes I did."
Lily gasped. "A pledge? That's dark magic you've been messing with!"
"... what's a pledge?" James asked hesitantly.
"A pledge is usually taken by servants or subordinates to a superior, where they allow their leader to take their memories in case they get brainwashed or amnesiac. This way, the superior can revive their memories easily."
All of them looked at Harry as Lily whispered in a horrified voice, "But Harry... that's dark magic."
Harry snorted. "Says the dark witch. All of you have strong affinities with dark magic, except Dad and I. Your concern is unwarranted and unneeded."
"B-but that means that—— that he's Voldemort! You shouldn't stay with him!" Sirius tried to reason.
Remus and Severus looked at each other, while James nodded along to him. Lily looked like she wanted to join, but was torn between agreeing and opposing.
Tom curled up against him, cooing soft sounds into his ear. Harry shuddered, as Tom pressed closer, his body coquettishly moving closer.
"Why don't you talk to them later?" Tom said, his voice even, loud enough for all of them to hear.
Harry looked at him and then at Sirius. His gaze was blank, the gaze of a soldier that had been through war and had no tolerance for disrespect.
"... my mate's tired. I'll leave you here to stay, though Mom will have to leave soon for school. Will that be alright, sweetheart?" Harry pressed his nose against Tom's hair at the last question.
Tom looked at them through half-lidded eyes.
It was the look of triumph.
Don't mess with this omega and his mate because you can't separate us, was the message he was sending, though Harry didn't seem to realize.
"I'll permit it for your sake. Peter!" He paused and then looked at Nagini, who stared at him blankly. "Ah, nevermind. Nagini, dear, show them the way, please."
Harry sighed dramatically as he picked up Tom. "You treat your snake better than your own mate."
"My mate doesn't leave me for 4 weeks."
"I came back."
"After four weeks."
They continued to bicker amicably as they left, leaving the rest of them staring at their retreating backs in worry.
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It was exactly seventeen minutes later when there was a loud thump above them and a long drawn out moan.
Sirius looked up, mumbling, "What the fuck."
Remus realized and covered his ears with a groan. James burst out laughing as the moans continued, as well as creaking and grunts.
"Fuck! Fuck, Harry~. Harry, Harry, Harry, ah- ah- ah- Alpha! Alpha, please...!" came a shrill, high-pitched voice as they squealed and moaned.
"Omega... be good for me. You'll be good right?" came a low voice, loud even through the walls as it became raspy with noisy pants.
"I'll be good! I'll be good!"
Sirius and James were laughing in both exasperation and at Remus' poor ears because of his sensitivity.
Lily groaned, stuffing her fingers in her ears.
"What is wrong with you people?"
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Harry and Tom were completely washed, ready and impeccable at breakfast.
Harry looked up with a bright smile when they arrived. "Did you sleep well?"
"No," Remus said. He was pale faced and had a nearly dead expression.
James patted him on the back.
Tom smirked behind his cup, before he smoothed his expression.
"Oh that's too bad."
Harry nudged him. Tom snickered as Harry gave him a look of fondness before he gestured for them to sit.
"Please eat. After this, I will be discussing plans with you."
"Pwansh?" (Translation: Plans?) mumbled Sirius through a mouthful of bread.
Lily wrinkled her nose.
Tom took a sip of his tea. "Yes. Plans. You four will be helping me formulate a strategy plan to put down Dumbledore and his stupid order. Are you ready for it?"
Sirius and Remus looked hesitant, but James and Lily nodded furiously, determined to bring down the bastard that imprisoned them.
Tom looked at Harry with a gentle smile.
"School's ready to start. Why don't you leave before Dumbledore finds you?"
"I can just time travel back."
James stared at him and mumbled, "We need to look at your inheritance."
Harry nodded. "Alright."
"Get going. I will be waiting for you here like always."
Harry kissed him quickly before he disappeared. When he did, Tom's expression changed from caring to cruel.
"So, are you four ready to serve me?"
Remus blinked before he grimaced. "I know Harry cares about you, but I will not be——"
"It's a yes or no, wolf." The air around him darkened, and Remus dropped in the ground, bowing deeply with his head to the floor.
"Yes! Yes, My Lord! I will serve you!" He trembled as the rest of them shook in their seats, their magic being suppressed by Tom's own.
Only James looked somewhat unaffected.
"Tch. As expected from Harry's sperm donor."
James glared at him. "You're an asshole, you know that?"
Tom snorted. "I don't care for any other person other than the few I acknowledge. You think just because you are also an angel that you can rival me?"
James stared at him, his face contorting into something like horror and confusion.
"You... you're a demon." It was a statement and less of a question.
Tom hummed. "I'm a prince of the Seraphim, Lucifer, governing over the sins of Superbia. A mere angel like you can't compete with a prince like me."
James began to back away. "H-how the hell did my son get mated to you?!"
"Ask him. He seduced me first." Tom brushed his hair back and smiled.
It was charming and sweet and oh-so terrifying.
"Now, you four will serve me, right~?" He drew out the last word almost teasingly.
They nodded their heads and Tom hummed, his eyes flashing blood red, as he nimbly twirled a fork between his fingers.
"Good," he said before he bent the metal fork in half, "We're destroying Dumbledore before he gets to Harry."
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And so, Harry was unknowingly being protected by the shadows as he stressed over how to bring Tom to the party.
Tom quickly solved it with a few choice spells and enough charms for him to disguise himself as a Beauxbatons student.
The party was without a problem, though Ginny's jealousy only grew.
The second task went by smoothly. Everything was completely the same, though Harry had not received help from Barty disguised as Mad-Eye Moody.
When the third task arrived, it...
Had also gone without problems.
Dumbledore had not made a move yet, and because of that, Tom had to put his own plan to oust him on hold.
It was suspiciously quiet, but Harry didn't seem to mind.
His own plan was going better than ever. He faked getting kidnapped and being used for Voldemort's resurrection.
Only the teachers and some students were convinced of his story.
The rest of the students, however, had already retained their memories and were currently helping with their plans.
Many had begged for Harry to reverse his pledge, and unfortunately, he respected their wishes and did so, and thus, he knew that they would only help him when he truly needed it.
His Elite were in awe of their Lord, who seemed even better than before, his mate strengthening his resolve and his will.
It was completely normal.
Dumbledore seemed as if he forgot what Harry had done, no longer antagonizing him for Eveline and the fifth table and his 'stolen' wand.
His fourth year ended without troubles.
Chapter End Notes
Honestly, I think I like Tom admitting to no one that he loves Harry. He does, but he's trying to protect his heart before danger arrives.
I think I like the way I wrote him.
Tell me what you think!
The Calm Before the Beautiful Storm
Chapter Notes
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Tom helplessly bounced on Harry's cock, moaning and squeaking as his body worked it's way into an orgasm.
Harry hummed, his wings flapping somewhat lazily as he kept his eyes trained on Tom's face, who was contorted into an expression of euphoria.
"Alpha~, please help me. It feels so good, you're so good..." Tom was good at sweet talking, but nothing made Harry even move an inch of his hips upwards and into Tom's wet heat.
Tom whimpered, his skin flushed pink and shiny with sweat.
He stopped moving and grinded in slow circles against Harry's hips.
Harry pursed his lips.
He knew more than anyone that Tom could probably slide off of him right now and be completely fine with leaving Harry a horny mess.
However, he needed to practice restraint and with Tom being so compliant with his demands, he was currently practicing his magic.
Angels had certain ways to gain power, usually through something called 'Virtue Training' that forced Harry to resist against carnal desires.
He had to repeat this for a couple of hours, and so far, Tom had been bouncing on his cock for some time.
Harry was so fucking hard, he wanted to cry but he knew he had to resist the temptation that was named Tom Marvolo Riddle and get enough power. He could feel it in his bones as his angelic grace was strengthened and gathering.
After this, he had to eat only a piece of bread and fish with some sips of wine for the rest of the week.
Thankfully, this seemed to be working, so he was okay with most of it.
He was not okay with the lust training part, but Tom seemed happy enough using him as a human dildo. Currently, he was making obscene noises to tempt Harry and with the way he was twisting his body to seduce him, Harry just might be seduced.
'Dammit! If it wasn't for power!' He inwardly sobbed as he kept a blank face.
"C'mon angel, why don't you just let go and take me? I can bring you to better heavens than Shamayim. I promise that when Jehovah arrives, I'll bribe your way back to heaven for you~."
His words tainted in honey like sweetness made something twist in Harry's heart. His slick was starting to get thick enough to slide down Harry's body.
His eyes were blood red, their ruby gaze trained on him as if his eyes wanted to dissect him.
"How about it, darling?" His speech was getting more crazed. "How about it? Wanna go to our own personal Araboth?"
(A/n: I've been researching about some angel stuff, and I've been using Hebrew terms for most of these things, so excuse me if some doesn't make sense. Shamayim is the Hebrew name for heaven and Araboth is one of the seven levels of that heaven (though Araboth is where the angels live and is the highest). Jehovah is the equivalent of God.)
Harry was breathing hard, his vision swimming as Tom's pheromones became a practical weapon. It's sharpened edges were digging into his senses, tempting him to take Tom and leave himself to his instincts.
Harry blinked it away.
"Merlin, you can really turn me into an fallen angel."
Tom smirked, the color of his irises receding slightly. A finger trailed down Harry's chest teasingly. "That's what I do, angel. How do you think so many people began to follow me?"
Harry smiled. "You're a prince of hell, hm? No wonder you can last against this heavenly power."
"I'm only a prince, sweetie. You're a whole bloody archangel." Tom gave him a few kisses. Harry cooed, an Alpha noise.
"Your power is enough to rival mine," he pointed out.
Tom laughed. "Rival? I'm better."
Harry raised an eyebrow but let him have his fun.
Tom looked tired, and Harry quietly let him lazily ride him until he reached out and stroked Tom's back.
Tom squeaked, and his cock jumped against his stomach. Harry watched that reaction, stroking his shoulder blade.
"H-Harry, you don't want to do this..." Tom moaned.
Harry tilted his head curiously. "Why?"
His walls squeezed around Harry hard, and then he gasped wetly before there was a loud ripping noise and the smell of blood and sex filled the air.
Tom's sclera turned black and his eyes were bloodier than ever. Dark horns curved around his head, similar to that of a ram's, and a pair of wings similar to that of Harry's own sat on his back.
His feathers were steely and gray, a mottled dark color. His feet and hand became claws, and they scratched at Harry's sides.
"Harry..." Tom shuddered, before he began bouncing again, harder than ever. His walls squeezed Harry dry and Harry fought to keep conscious as stars danced across his vision at the sudden increase in pleasure.
Harry moaned loudly, his throat suddenly tightening under Tom's hand as Harry convulsed.
"You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have done that... fuck, fuck, fuck, why'd you do that?" Tom cried out, his face morphing into one of complete, delusional lust. "I'll completely devour you, my archangel."
Harry was beginning to wonder if he had made a terrible decision when Tom grabbed his wings and pinched a certain spot.
Harry yelped and then collapsed on the ground before Tom moved downwards, grinding their pelvises together. His gaze was maniacal, crazed and Harry could feel his own angelic power quiver at the demonic magic pulsing outside of Tom's body.
"You're so cute, my archangel. Alpha, you want me? I want you~. I'll suck you dry, okay? This is usually for succumbi but I'll happily use the same techniques," Tom's hands groped Harry all over as Harry shuddered and shivered.
It was honestly terrifying.
Harry had the sudden thought that maybe this was what Tom had felt like when Harry went into rut.
He stayed still, keeping his gaze down as Tom used him thoroughly.
For the next two hours, his training got even worse as Tom brought him to even greater pleasures but he was unable to do anything about it as he struggled to control himself.
Although Tom didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon, Harry was dying for a drink and the only thing Tom was letting him drink was his bodily fluids.
He quickly knocked out Tom and took a drink of water before bringing both of them to bed.
Harry was traumatized as he went to sleep.
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Harry woke up and was startled to see Tom, normal again, feeding him water.
"Hm?"
Harry stared at him with wide, horrified eyes and Tom rolled his own, smacking him on the head.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You brought it upon yourself, prat."
Harry winced and then nodded. Tom allowed him to cuddle against his side in apology.
"Did I squeeze you dry? Why aren't you talking?" Tom asked, his gaze questioning.
Harry moved closer to him so his face would be pressed against Tom's stomach. "... I've gained a new level of respect and fear for you."
"Damn right," Tom muttered, and then said, "Well, it's morning how, and we went at it for several hours. Your friends are most likely worried."
"I wanna sleep longer..." Harry said in a voice similar to a whine.
Tom began to pet his ruffled hair. "Alright, sweetie. I'll get food for you."
His eyes were loving as he smoothed down Harry's messy locks. He placed a kiss on his brow and began to move off the bed.
He then stood up and collapsed on the floor.
Harry stared and then burst out laughing.
"Damn you!" Tom grumbled, though it was good natured. "You bloody angel, I might just castrate you one of these days."
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Harry was visiting a town and besides him was Tom. They weren't even disguised, with Tom's beautiful appearance and Harry's own original one, it was a sight to see such a gorgeous couple.
Except there was everyone else behind them.
Eveline and the twins were chattering happily as Draco, Hermione and Blaise kept arguing over the sales production of brooms.
Luna dragged Ron all over the place, pointing at things that fascinated her.
Neville was far in front, buying some food.
All in all, it was a very strange scene, with the unearthly beauties and the enormous group.
Harry happily held Tom's hand, his pheromones so sweet, it was as if he was drenched in sugar as he happily let everyone know how ecstatic he was.
Eventually, they all moved to a small bakery and sat down.
Tom and Harry say in their own table as the rest split up.
"You know..." Tom started, his gaze on the others, "don't you find it weird that we're the only one with two people while your friends are all in three-way bonds?"
"Well, I suppose it means I'm special," Harry grinned before he ordered the food. It came out only moments later. "But don't worry, I only need one omega, and that's you."
He was too happy to even notice Tom rolling his eyes fondly.
Tom swirled his drink with his straw, his face suddenly pink from a flush.
"You know, Harry, we've been together for quite some time." He started.
Harry nodded, drinking his milkshake. There was something on the edge of his vision, and he turned, not listening anymore.
There was an omega, a smaller female one with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was staring at Harry eerily.
Harry turned away and then blinked back to Tom's conversation.
"—— and I was thinking that maybe we should find a house together... Harry, you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Harry nodded.
His angelic presence was being tickled, and not in the fun way. He suppressed his shudder as Tom stared at him with a frown.
"Ah, what were you saying?"
"Nothing," Tom responded as he put down his hand that was holding his straw. "Nothing at all."
Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Uh, by the way, what did you do with the Death Eaters?"
"... I told them to start looking for you so we could harass you," Tom sighed and then put his hand on his cheek.
Was he a little upset because he thought it was a date?
Yeah, he kind of was.
He didn't want to seem mad, so he straightened and tried to seem relaxed.
The others were giving him sympathetic looks.
Tom was honestly grateful for them, because at least they had the heart to realize that Harry was ignoring him on something they had agreed to do.
Harry, however, was looking at an omega.
Something prickled him inside.
Just as an alpha was possessive, so were omegas, and their jealousy could easily get ugly very quickly.
Tom took a deep breath and said gently, "Harry?"
His Avada Kedavra eyes snapped back to Tom's.
"Hm?"
"Like I was saying, what do you think of getting our own house?" He said carefully, before he noticed that Harry hadn't even let him finish his sentence before he turned away to stare at the omega.
The omega seemed to notice and then waved back.
Tom's biting mark tingled.
Tom grit his teeth and then stood up. Harry glanced at him with a confused noise. Tom's expression was chilly as he moved away from him and then sat down next to Hermione.
"You're Granger, right? What do you think about the increasing rumors about elves and their ears?" He said, his gaze cold as ice.
Harry stared at him in confusion, wondering why he had moved away. "Tom...?"
Draco smiled tensely and said, "Well, I think the rumors about how wizarding folk are hunting them down is true. It hasn't been common, but lately, with the way it's been spreading, there just might be a semblance of truth."
Hermione nodded as Blaise threw in his own two cents.
Tom completely snubbed Harry, who looked shocked.
"Tom. Is there something wrong?" Harry asked, approaching him.
Tom bristled and then stood up again.
"Don't come near me."
"Huh?"
Tom glared at him with scornful eyes. "Don't even come near me for the next month, you dickhead. Don't think you can even get some of this. Go die with blue-balls."
He then turned away and began to walk out of the shop.
"Ah! Wait, Tom, can we talk about this?" He grabbed Tom's hand and then Tom whirled around and slapped him.
Tom snarled. "Sure, we can talk. But let's do it when you can pay attention to your own omega and not at another, hm?"
He then threw off Harry's hand and moved away.
Eveline pursed her lip to suppress her laughter.
"He deserved that."
The twins nodded. "Definitely deserved that."
Draco shook his head, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "He so deserved that."
Harry was spluttering before he chased after Tom. "W-Wait! Honey, please..."
The other omega quietly watched them and then smiled. She moved away soon after, her brown hair morphing back to red as her face began to stain with freckles.
The first trap was set.
Chapter End Notes
I have another story idea, so I'm ready to finish this story quick and then move on.
It's gonna get crazy soon.
"So Have I."
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Harry cursed and followed after Tom. Tom turned and then glared, disappearing with a soft, almost inaudible crack.
Harry grit his teeth and then reluctantly moved back to his friends.
They stared at him with pity in their eyes.
He glared ferociously, and they looked down, suddenly remembering why he was the pack leader. His gaze was downright deadly as his pheromones radiated his anger.
Luna, however, had courage and stared at him right in the eyes.
"Harry, do you realize what you've just done?" She asked quietly.
Harry clenched his fists.
"Tom is very maiden-hearted," Luna said, much to everyone's disbelief, "and you really offended him. You should go see him and apologize. Even I knew how badly you hurt him."
Ron nodded tensely. "Yeah, mate. He thought you two were going on a date but you just paid attention to a whole other omega."
"And after he was talking about moving in together in a different house too," Hermione shook her head.
Something struck through Harry's chest and he dejectedly looked at the ground.
His friends stared at him as the weight of what he just done to his mate dropped on his shoulders.
"Bloody hell. I messed up."
"Damn right you did," Draco muttered.
Eveline pushes his knee with her foot. "Go! Go get him now!"
"Alright!"
Harry then dashed off and disappeared with a flap.
Tom apparated back into his seat, where everyone stared at him.
The shop had been empty for quite some time, so there was no worry of being seen.
"Eh? Tom? Why're you here? Harry's looking for you," Eveline said.
"I know."
Tom sipped his drink and then continued the conversation, "So involving the Treaty we made, what other actions do you think we should do to prevent the capturing of elves for the selling of their ears?"
They blinked at him, as if asking, "What? Why are you asking this???" but still dutifully answered.
It became a loud argument as Draco and Eveline had clashing opinions on how the dark elves and light elves should cooperate and Tom started to smile again as Hermione had to smack them both.
The pack had found that Harry had easily followed Tom back but didn't come in, letting him have his fun.
'Boss?"
'Hm?'
'Why are you just standing there outside the shop? You look like a creep.'
"Ron said it! Good Merlin, just get in here!'
'Tom seems to be having fun. I'll stay here before I go and apologize.'
'You do realize what you've done right? I don't want you to shallowly apologize to him.'
'Understood, Eveline.'
The pack was conversing quietly with their bond, and with no one around but Tom to intercept, it was a peaceful conversation.
Ron suddenly tilted his head. "So, uh, Voldemort, you've uh... did the dirty with Harry right?"
"Don't call me that here." Then he registered the second part of the question and said, "Huh?"
"You did the hanky panky? Clothes-off dance off? Doing the duty? Slapping cheeks? Hiding the sausage? Plowing? Verbing the adjective nouns? Horizon tango? Adult twister? You know??"
Draco and the twins muffled laughter as Neville smacked his forehead with his hand. Blaise covered his mouth as everyone else pursed their lips to keep their amusement under check.
Tom's lips quirked to the side. "Why do you want to know?"
"How... never mind."
Tom's eyes flashed and then he said, "I took care of it. No need to worry about that."
Ron looked uncomfortable that Tom could figure out what he was trying to say and then nodded.
Fred and George's eyebrows furrowed before they nodded in realization. Everyone else stared, confused.
Hermione stared at Tom and then turned towards Ron. Her eyes began to widen. She flipped her gaze to Tom and said in a rather panicked voice, "Wait, how did you take care of it?? With Harry, it..."
She spluttered.
"It's merely my magic, Hermione."
Even Luna was confused. Blaise tilted his head. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Don't worry about it."
The shop was silent with only those ten Harry outside the door.
Tom stood up. "Anyways, it's time to get home. If you nine would like, you can stay at Riddle Manor, but there are already guests there and I would like to implore you to be in your best behavior."
"C'mon, we just had a great conversation. No need to be formal!" Eveline said with a smile and a nod.
Tom returned the grin and apparated them all to his manor.
Harry followed only moments later.
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Harry sat across from Sirius and Remus. His mother was also there, reading in a separate love chair.
"What did you need, Padfoot?"
"Harry... are you really mated to him?" He asked in a slightly hushed voice.
Harry froze, his hand that was lifting his teacup turned stiff. He put down the cup. "Yes. I am. He is my omega and my fated. Why do you ask?"
"Harry. He tried to kill your parents. Didn't he try to kill you multiple times? He made a cult and is trying to take over the Wizarding World!!" Sirius said, his speech getting more and more passionate by the end.
Remus tried to coax him to sit as he started to rise from his chair.
"So have I."
Everyone stopped. Even Severus turned to look at him.
"I've killed people too. I've tried to kill him as well. I killed the Dursleys and then took revenge on them. My friends consider me their leader, so in a way, I could be interpreted as having a cult. I've killed muggles, countless wizards and even innocents before." His eyes began to darken as his aura began to chill. "I'm not a saint either, Sirius."
His hands clenched as his eyes began to glow with the colors of the Killing Curse.
"In the future, after the war against Black and Light, the Slytherins began to become oppressed. I guess they couldn't take anymore discrimination and they had a small rebellion that the Ministry took much too seriously. Another war ensued, and that one caught the attention of the muggles."
Harry took an aggressive sip of his tea. Remus' fingers began to tremble as he looked at Harry in sorrow and concern. Severus matched his look and Sirius began to look regretful that he started this conversation.
"We failed to gain their support and was deemed too dangerous. Muggles began to attack us, and even when we tried to get the other wizards to help us, they were too slow to cooperate with us. Eventually, only the students from the Battle of Hogwarts were one of the very few groups of people alive."
Harry's voice was bitter. His anger was unveiled and his scent began to take a turn towards a bitter, sour scent that made Remus and Severus flinch and Sirius wince.
His eyes were clouded in memories. "And so Sirius, can you really judge Tom when he was mentally ill while I was completely fine?"
Sirius' mouth was open in shock and horror. Remus moved a little closer to Harry. "Pup..."
The door opened and Tom walked inside with a blank face. "I'll take my alpha and leave you three to your thoughts to cheer him up."
"How? Can you really cheer him up?" Sirius snapped, annoyed to see Voldemort intercept their conversation.
Tom smirked. "Well, he certainly won't be sad with his dick down my throat."
Severus choked and Remus had to catch himself as he stared at Tom in shock, Sirius coughing several huffs of horrified laughter.
Tom lead Harry to their room, and dropped him on the bed.
Harry's body was still, and his head was tilted to the side. He didn't look at Tom, his eyes misty with unshod tears.
"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to ignore you when we were on our date. That girl just bothered me, so I guess I wasn't paying much attention to you. I'm sorry."
Tom's hand brushed Harry's hair out of his face. The alpha was docile, and he leaned against the warmth.
"It's okay." Tom murmured. "I already forgave you. You just have to consider your mate and not another damn bloody omega, okay?"
Harry pulled Tom down to him, cuddling against his chest. His tears were little, but they were hot against Tom's skin. He curled up against him. Tom kissed him on the head and stroked his hair.
With a teasing voice, he called, "Want me to suck your dick for you?"
Harry paused and seemed to consider it.
Without prompting, Tom unbuckled his pants and began to stroke the bulge in his underpants.
Harry shivered a little as Tom rubbed and grinded the palm of his hand against the growing tent. He finally pulled down the offensive pair of clothing and grasped the half hard cock.
"It's okay, alpha. It's okay," Tom cooed, his pheromones relaxing and gentle.
"Dammit, Tom... I don't want to cry when you're about to give me a blowjob," Harry muttered.
Tom laughed and leaned down to lick softly against the head. Harry didn't move and bit his lip.
Tom was gentle as he slowly parted his lips and slid down to the base of Harry's cock, where his knot was starting to grow. His nose was snug against dense curls and his tongue traced bulging veins as he hollowed his cheeks and moved his throat.
He could feel the bulge as Harry shuddered, groans falling out of his throat as Tom moved up and down, breathing through his nose.
He pulled off, taking a couple of rough breaths. His voice was hoarse as he looked at Harry through half lidded eyes. "You taste good, alpha."
Harry clutched the bedsheets.
"Merlin, Tom. Your mouth should be illegal because it's going to kill me."
Tom licked his lips and then descended down on Harry's cock again.
He moved his mouth up and down on the throbbing length as his hand began to play with Harry's balls. His tongue played with the slit and his drool was coming down his chin in rivers.
Harry whined deeply before he thrusted up his hips, forcing Tom's head downwards before he came. Tom's body shuddered as the knot bumped against his lips and threatened to knot his mouth.
His neglected hole began to tighten just thinking about it. Harry didn't stop until Tom had to breathe and couldn't keep swallowing down his spend.
Tom pulled off and spurts of white marked his face. Tom closed his eyes and sucked on Harry's cock again, making the alpha yelp.
"Goodness," Tom mumbled. "Why is your knot so vicious today?"
"It lasts for an hour, Tom. It's not surprising how much I'm coming."
"This is a bloody fire hose, Harry. Am I that good?"
"You're the fucking best, that's what you are."
Both of them were incredibly amused and began to laugh.
Tom smiled and gave a few more kittenish licks and sucks to clean him. His face was still dripping and some were in his eyelashes but he didn't seem to care.
"Fücking hell, Tom. You can't suck my dick licking like that, I might just come again," Harry mumbled.
Tom stood up and leaned over Harry with a smile that could've belonged to a predator.
"Clean me up, alpha."
Harry complied, scooping up the mess before spreading it over Tom's scent gland.
"N-not like that...!" Tom yelped and flushed deeply as Harry licked up the mess. He continued to scent mark Tom deeply and licking him clean before he whispered, "Maybe you can do the same to me, omega."
Tom shuddered and then nuzzled closer. "Urgh... you piss me off and then make me feel like a teenage girl much too quickly, love."
Tom's hips were shaking from side to side and Harry slapped him on the butt.
Tom jolted and then moaned loudly. "Harry...!"
"Can you cheer me up further, Tom?"
Tom nibbled on his lip and then sighed, pressing his hips down on Harry's, moving slowly enough that the friction was giving life back to Harry's erection.
"Tch. What would you do without me, hm?"
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Dumbledore was making a plan for the attack.
Ginny had already prepared the first step, and should've gave the powder to Harry. The door opened without even a knock.
Dumbledore tried not to be annoyed.
"Professor! Can you believe this? Harry has a mate!"
Dumbledore froze. His mouth was open in shock as he said, "Huh?"
Ginny continued. "Yes! They're already mated and everything! It was a male omega! An omega! We have to get rid of him!"
Dumbledore tried to ward off the headache that was game with Ginny's voice. "Ah yes. Do you have any information about them?"
"I dunno. They had spells all around them. I know he was a male and because Harry was feeling the spell you left on me, the omega got angry. Maybe we can take advantage of this."
Dumbledore paused and then smiled fatherly. "It's good that you're here, Ginny. Dark magic has corrupted Harry and only you can help him. I am glad that at least you have common sense."
He paused again. "What was his name?"
"I think it was Tom."
Dumbledore nearly fell off his chair. Impossible. Harry was rebellious, but he wouldn't try to woo a serial killer, right?
Dumbledore nodded and smiled. "Good job, my child. You may leave."
Ginny beamed and then left.
Dumbledore shook his head, cringing at the retreating back of Ginny.
At least after this, Dumbledore could have peace and quiet after he finished his mission.
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Tom hummed as he looked at his reflection. He brushed his hair into neatness before he glanced at Harry.
Harry was asleep peacefully, a mere bedsheet keeping Tom's eyes from the treasure between Harry's legs. His muscles were all relaxed as his hands stretched above his head.
Tom could feel the delicious ache between his legs and smiled. He crept closer and kissed Harry on the head.
His magic was sent through Harry's body.
"Sleep a little longer, alpha." He brushed Harry's hair from his head and smiled tenderly.
Tom walked to his office and sat down. There, seated in several couches and chairs, were his Elite Death Eaters.
"So, what information do you have?" His voice was cold as he glared at them.
They weren't surprised at seeing his appearance.
"It seems Dumbledore hasn't went to the Ministry in a while. Furthermore, Fudge is panicking because he is asking for obscure books," one of them, Avery, answered.
"Like what?" Tom's eyes narrowed.
"He's asking for book on capturing and killing creatures."
Tom paused and then said, "Light creatures?"
"Yes, My Lord."
Bellatrix snickered. "It's good that he's focused on the Light. It's better that his attention isn't on Dark creatures, right My Lord?"
Tom's fingers clutched hard on his desk and there was an audible creaking noise as it cracked.
Everyone stared at him in sudden fear.
His eyes, lit with some sort of dark emotion, turned towards Rookwood.
"And what's your report? I need more information on what that damn goat is doing!" His voice was almost a roar as the desk broke in half.
They all trembled in the wake of his rage as he glared at them.
Rookwood paused and said, "I-I have no information on Dumbledore's doings. However, I know that he has received the books. May—— may I ask why you're so interested?"
Tom's lips stretched into a sneer as Malfoy almost smacked him for his audacity.
Tom's fingers stretched up and pulled down his collar. His smell was noticeably stronger, and was tainted with alpha. The mark on his neck was even more proof.
"My mate is an archangel, and if Dumbledore knows, he will attack him." Tom's fear of being discovered as an omega had all but disappeared. "If he makes a move on my mate, I'll kill all of you before you can even try to beg for forgiveness."
The shock at their Lord being an omega didn't make them hesitate as they practically nodded like chickens pecking rice and said, "Yes, My Lord!"
Bellatrix' scent was angry, a spicy smell.
Tom grimaced and then sat on his destroyed desk, seated on a somewhat okay part.
"Any others? How are negotiations going, Lucius? Are the Veelas cooperating?"
"A-Ah, y-y-yes, My Lord." He looked awkward.
"... what is it."
"... who... is your mate?"
Tom closed his eyes, sighing. He could smell their scents spiking in fear and worry. "Barty knows. You will meet him later on. My mate will be an important chess piece, so if you treat him with any less amount of respect than you do for me, say goodbye to your tongues and your eyes."
They nodded frantically again.
"Yes, My Lord!"
Tom crossed his arms. They still looked curious, but eventually, the meeting was over. Before he dismissed them, Bellatrix looked at him with furious eyes.
His own narrowed.
"Do you require something, Bella?"
"My Lord, how are you mated? Why have I never been told that you were omega?"
"Should I have?" Tom snapped. "I am your Lord. I don't need to tell you my personal life. My alpha mated me only a few half of a year ago."
Everyone stared at Bellatrix, their eyes wide at her insolence.
However, Tom was weak to her because she was one of his oldest and most loyal Death Eaters. He hadn't raised a hand yet, and she continued to persist.
"But My Lord! Who is he? What bloody alpha has tamed our great Lord? How dare he taint you with his beastly hands!" She said, her confidence growing.
Tom noticed Harry at the door. Barty seemed to realize too. Tom shook his head slightly in a signal and Harry moved away obediently.
"Bella."
A single word sent her to her knees. She gasped, her face pale as Tom glared at her, his gaze cold.
"I am merciful. I will not punish you today. But if you insist on insulting me and my mate, I will tear you apart."
Everyone was silent as his Darkness encased then, wrapping them in his strength, and they knew that even with the new fact that he was omega, he could still easily kill them.
His eyes scanned the room. "Dismissed. I don't understand why you are so curious on my life."
They left, with Bellatrix being supported by her husband.
Tom pursed his lips together before Harry entered, a slightly sleepy smile on his face.
"I didn't see you, so I went to find you. Who knew you were having a meeting," Harry muttered, trudging over to him before hugging him.
"Don't worry about it, alpha."
Tom ran his fingers through Harry's disheveled hair. His eyes flowed faintly.
"Just let me take care of everything for you."
Chapter End Notes
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Bleak Rain During the Night
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[Harry!] Tom shouted, his magic quickly transporting his few Death Eaters away. Severus was busy grabbing his mates before he disappeared.
Eveline and Hermione grabbed the Weasleys and Luna and quickly ushered the others away as spells and curses rained down on them.
Tom ran down the hall, deflecting offensive spells.
Blaise and Draco were grabbing stranglers before they disappeared. Neville was defending a group before he apparated.
He was slightly grateful for their capabilities and reliability.
Tom felt his shield tremble before he ran inside his study room. He shut the door and hissed, "Nagini, quickly, come to me."
Nagini slid over and they apparated.
Tom's body felt as if he was squeezed through a straw before being dumped into a water slide.
He landed in a rural graveyard and stood up, immediately trying to find Harry's soul, his connection to him pulsing.
"Harry... Harry, please," Tom muttered, fear entering his mind as he frantically pulled and tugged at the soul bond before it stilled.
Tom froze.
That would only happen if Harry was too far away or if he was captured and unconscious.
Tom cursed and roared furiously. His magic flared and destroyed a few tombstones. In a single moment, he flattened the whole area, seething as his magic lashed out.
Nagini hissed at him softly. [Massster, I will call ssssome friendsss. They will find Harry. Do not worry. He will be found.]
[Good. I'll rip Dumbledore apart for taking my mate.]
He cursed his own foolishness and overconfidence at his power.
He should've hid the house better.
Or maybe...?
That fucking omega bitch!
Tom called his Death Eaters, slipping on his glamour as he snarled. His magic was frothing before he finally disappeared, his mind racing to quickly save his mate.
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Harry was dreaming.
He could tell.
Looking around at the dark space around him, there was a single little lantern in the darkness. He went towards it, and it radiated warmth but it was weak and soft.
Touching it, it fluttered away from him.
'No... please...! Get off! Get off of me, you damn——!!' It called, it's voice young but hardened by panic and fear.
It was Tom's voice.
Harry paused and reached for it again.
It was like a recorder, spilling forth Tom's thoughts and voice.
'Filthy muggles! Eradicate them, my Death Eaters!'
'Please... someone... anyone!! Please save me! Take me away from here...'
'Ways to get rid of secondary gender... hmm... here it is! The book to get rid of my damn omega status!'
'Harry, dear, where's your owl? I'll feed her.'
Harry felt his heart grow soft, each sentence piercing through him, some anguished and sad, others furious, others loving as he talked to Harry.
The little lantern flittered and then flew a little closer to him.
The warmth was stronger.
'We're mates, but I'll be using him for our goals.'
A pause in his words, but it wasn't a different message, but another sentence added.
'It's alright, he's using me too. We'll get the things we want and then we'll be on our separate ways. Don't you worry, it'll work the way I want it to.'
Although it sounded as if Tom was a cruel omega for playing with an alpha's heart, Harry knew Tom on a personal level, and Tom wasn't lying when he said he loved Harry.
Tom...
Were you preparing for war? What were you thinking when you said that I was a chess piece?
He wasn't mad, but he was feeling rather curious.
Harry looked around him again. The little lantern moved even closer, like a cat shyly asking for scratches. It fluttered against his chest before it merged into him.
Harry didn't even get a warning before he was propelled into a memory.
There was Tom, young and gorgeous as always. He was struggling against three alphas as they pulled and hugged at his clothes.
"Fuck off! Don't touch me, you shitty wankers!!" He screamed, his eyes flashing with panic and anger.
The alphas rolled their eyes and looked at him with mocking gazes.
"Since you're crying so pitifully, we'll give you a dollar for your services," one then smirked, "that is, if you please us."
Tom kicked at his head, landing a blow before he barreled past him and then turned, pulling his shirt together.
Harry could feel his fear and worry, before a blinding rage fueled his magic and he cursed the three boys.
As boils erupted on their skin and their eyes began to bleed from their sockets, Tom ran away as his heart became heavy with an even worse urgency to get rid of his own secondary gender.
Harry was pulled out of the memory and into another.
Tom was older this time, and he looked like he was twenty, swaying his hips with a small smile as he hummed as he worked until he caught glimpse of an alpha and omega couple.
Tom froze and then skittered behind the cashier.
Only Harry could feel his longing, jealousy and hatred for the heaviness in his chest.
Once again, he was brought to another memory, but this time, it was in present times and Tom was laying next to Harry, who was asleep.
It was weird to see himself sleep.
Tom smiled happily, almost goofily as he stroked Harry's brow ridge and his finger traced the outlines of Harry's face.
He leaned down and kissed on the crown of his head as he spread his palm against Harry's heart, his hand reassuring himself of Harry's life.
"I love you, Harry."
Harry could feel the love and the affection pouring through his chest, the gratitude, the relief, the satisfaction that an alpha worthy of him had came and saved him in a sense. The trust he had for this little alpha was enough that Harry knew Tom was deeply in love with him.
Harry tried to choke back the tears.
Tom had a bad past with his omegan status, with alphas and with the stereotypes and discrimination.
Had Harry helped him through that?
Truly?
The bond that screamed Tom's feelings to him proved him right and Harry could only be so grateful that he had helped the person he loved most.
Harry was dumped out of Tom's memories as the little lantern swayed in the air.
It's heat was almost blistering, but it didn't hurt and it seemed to imprint upon Harry's bones.
Harry looked around himself once more, and then forcefully woke himself up.
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Dumbledore quickly gathered his troops, looking at his empty halls.
He was cruel, but he knew that unnecessary deaths weren't that useful to himself. It was still summer, so those students weren't here.
He quickly warned the teachers of his plan (Where was Severus? How strange.) and told them that Lord Voldemort would come and attack them soon.
He went back to his office with the excuse of looking at the castle's defenses.
(The truth was that he couldn't check them anymore. After those troublesome students took their inheritances, the school was out of his control.)
He stared at Harry, who was awake in such a short time.
Harry glanced at him and then said, "Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Harry," responded Dumbledore.
It wasn't an appropriate conversation for a warden and his ward, but Dumbledore was self-assured of his victory.
(He knew what Tom's weakness was. He was practically unbeatable at this point.)
"Why am I here?"
"Harry, I'd like to ask you to rethink your decision. Is it truly okay to be mated with your parents' killer? He is a man that cannot understand love. He may be tricking you," Dumbledore said, casting a small charm that would subtly make Harry influenceable to his words.
Harry looked around him, seemingly not listening.
Dumbledore was a little annoyed, but he was patient.
Harry wiggled his foot and touched the outer layer of the magic circle under him. It was a complex circle of runes, sigils and symbols.
"Professor, what's all this?"
"Harry, have you been listening to me? You must leave Voldemort. He is manipulating you," he said.
Harry glanced at him and then broke his restraints with a single bend of his wrists.
Dumbledore was wide-eyed. Harry wasn't a mere angel.
He was stronger than that.
Harry smiled smugly and then attempted to get out of the circle.
'Attempted' was the word.
Harry stopped and tried to force himself out. It was like an invisible barrier was preventing him from escaping.
Desperation was starting to cloud Harry's mind. He punched the barrier, scratched at the magic circle and did all sorts of things to get out.
In the end, he was left panting from a mixture of anxiety and panic.
He needed to get back to Tom.
He needed to get back to Tom. Before Tom did something rash.
Dumbledore had left to him to his own devices, confident in his magic circle.
Even if the restraints were weak, his magic circle could trap even Seraphim.
It was a good discovery to find that Harry was only an archangel. Dumbledore could now breathe a sigh of relief as he left his office and went to McGonagall.
He never noticed a small train of snakes follow his path and find Harry.
Nagini hissed softly and then went back to her original size. A small pencil sized snake and another thicker one trailed after her.
[Tch! Thissss angel issss the one who hurt Massster!] the pencil sized snake delivered a slap to his face. It didn't hurt, but it definitely stung, both to his face and his heart.
Harry blinked in shock and then said, [I already said sorry!]
[Excusssessss!]
Harry felt aggrieved but didn't say a word as Nagini and the two other snakes tried to pull him out to no avail.
The pencil sized snake kept insulting him the entire time as Nagini and the other nodded, as if agreeing.
[Ssstupid filth! Can't even pay attention to your own mate! Thissss isss why you were going to get blue ballsss! I'm a sssnake and I underssstand what that meanssss! Disssgrace! Dissshonorable! Thank your godsss that Massster pitied you and forgave your sssorry ssself!] the snake ranted.
The other silent one finally spoke, and Harry realized it was a male by its voice.
[Enough, Kelinda. We mussst help him firssst. Then you can bite him, right?]
Kelinda nodded, as if thinking 'He's right!!!' and happily shut her fangs and tried to tug him out.
Nagini did the snake equivalent of an eye roll and turned her head towards the male snake, her tongue flicking out.
He paused and then jerked his head.
Harry recognized it as a seductive movement from courting male snakes and felt so uncomfortable, he began to pray to Jehovah to keep his eyes off of them.
He fell into practiced movements quickly, his eyes closed in peacefulness as he prayed.
As he prayed quietly, he prayed for forgiveness, for Tom's safety, for his friends' happiness, for his loved ones' protection and other things, making sure his prayer was serious and thoughtful, never going beyond a respectful prayer.
His wings fluttered.
He hadn't realized they were there. Harry was feeling something bubble up in his chest. It was painful and hot and it felt stuffy.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to rip someone's throat out. He wanted to tenderly kiss Tom's face. He wanted to eat caramel pudding.
Harry then sighed and remembered to breathe.
He sat up, and then scratched at the circle. It didn't help, and Kelinda, who was already trying to scrape it away, glared at him.
[I have already tried that, dumbasssss.]
He sighed and then forced his magic into the circle. It glowed fiery red and crackled and flared.
Harry's body hurt and he began to cough but he continued, sending in more and more magic, enough that his head was starting to become disoriented.
Ah, he was sweating.
His mouth was dragging ragged breathes through his lips as he blinked sluggishly. The circle wasn't yielding, but Harry's body couldn't take it anymore.
Still, he continued, draining his magic completely before the circle finally snapped with a loud crack, it's sigils and runes exploding.
The snakes hissed in alarm and hid away as the room began to shake and collapse.
Harry fell forward as he laid there in the devastation of the magic circle.
His wings, once white with gold, was now a glistening shade of white that glowed. He had three pairs, six fluffy wings fluttering behind his back. Feathers were growing from the crown of his head, golden and light, like a circlet around his head.
Harry had became a Seraphim, jumping several ranks up.
As he fell into unconsciousness, he only had one thought.
He thanked Jehovah.
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Tom's rage was enough for him to transform. His wings dragged on the floor as his tail flicked out and occasionally scratched someone's shoulder.
He was gnawing on his thumb, his eyes furiously flickering with crimson and pure darkness as he muttered to himself, waiting for the rest of his Death Eaters.
Harry's friends were frantically screaming inside their heads and in the pack group chat.
'What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!!!!' -Fred and George Weasley
'Fred, George, calm down!' -Hermione Granger
'Easy for you to say, Hermione! I'm freaking out too!!' -Ron Weasley
'Oh my darkness, please save me. Where's Harry??? Please pick me up, I'm scared——' -Eveline Peverell
'Even Eveline is scared??' -Neville Longbottom
'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' -Blaise Zabini
'Even Blaise!' -Neville Longbottom
'Calm down! Why are you all like this?' -Hermione Granger
'He's the Dark Lord!! When he's angry, all Dark creatures grovel in fear!!! Where's Harry?! We have to find him immediately before Tom kills us all!!' -Ron Weasley
'Don't exaggerate.' -Hermione Granger
'Please. Hermione. Stop talking for my sanity.' -Draco Malfoy
'Someone get Luna!! Maybe she can help or something!' -Ron Weasley
'... I will stay here. Where I am safe.' -Luna Lovegood
'See!!! Not even Luna will approach him!' -Fred and George Weasley
This frantic screaming inside of the group chat was due to Tom. While Harry's friends were shivering in their boots, Harry's family was shivering on the side lines, terrified.
Literally all of them had seen war and death, but none of them were unafraid of Tom's wrath.
Tom, not even realizing in his fury that everyone was about to shit bricks, snapped his head up when all of his Death Eaters arrived.
His furious eyes were glaring. He looked like a demoness sent from Hell to punish them all for taking Satan's cookies.
It perfectly described the pettiness inside of him that was furious.
"Some of you arrived immediately the moment I called. Some of you arrived after 5 minutes and 26 seconds..." he muttered loud enough for them to hear.
When they heard that, cold sweat ran down their backs.
"On average, that would be 1 minute and 42 seconds for all of you." His head tilted as he said in an eerie tone before he cast crucio.
Screams and cries of pain sounded through the room as the Death Eaters writhed in pain.
Those who were early were let off seven seconds early. Those who were not, suffered.
Sirius shuddered and clutched James' arm. "W-Why is your son mated to him? I've fought against him before... why is he so scary now??"
Severus was sitting rod straight in the midst of Death Eaters and he was spared like all of the Elite. He was still except for his trembling hands.
Even if he was a professional and a trained killer, he was terrified of Tom.
He had never been so furious before, and Severus knew it was because Harry was taken away without Tom knowing.
It had all started this morning when Dumbledore and a group of aurors attacked the Manor.
Harry had been the first to defend the place, as Tom was busy elsewhere with alliances. He came back a second late when Dumbledore took Harry.
Severus shivered in fear.
Tom finally lowered his wand and he said in a chilly voice, "Call all of our allies. That damn Light Lord will pay for his crimes against us. Lucius, grab the evidence and keep it safe. We'll need it when we execute that old goat."
A vicious smile appeared on his face. He paused and called instructions.
All of the Death Eaters quickly did as ordered, even if their limbs were jelly and their bones had been turned to noodles from the curse and fear.
Tom glanced at Harry's friends and family and beckoned them to follow.
They followed with sweaty palms and wobbling knees. The twins crept close to Draco as Ron and Blaise held Neville like he was a lucky charm. Eveline smothered Luna in her embrace, trembling like a newborn fawn. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Tom sat in his study, his desk reduced to splinters as he regarded them cooly.
"M-My Lord," Draco asked nervously, "may I ask why you spared the Elite?"
"You didn't want me to?"
"No! No, of course not! Your benevolence has graced us all! I beg for forgiveness for my insolence!"
Tom sneered. "Because the Elite are some of your parents. If I punish them, I'm afraid I'll make Harry sad."
All of them thought one thing.
Why did Harry seem like the one taken care of? Was this normal? Was Harry actually the sugar baby?
Tom stood up and they stiffened. "I trust you all to be capable of finding and rescuing Harry. If not, I'll snap your fingers off and say that Dumbledore killed you. Understand?"
They nodded like chickens pecking rice.
"We must find him before Dumbledore does anything to him. That damn goat, hogging his presence to himself..."
Ron laughed a little anxiously. "Hahaha, you sound jealous."
Tom chuckled darkly, his eyes blazing. "You're correct. In fact, I'm jealous of anything that goes near my Harry. I'm jealous of the air that touches his lips every second.* I get so jealous that I would've removed the oxygen from his lungs if he didn't need it."
His fingers clutched his arm hard enough for him to bleed.
Everyone stared at Tom with blank expressions.
Harry!! Please get here before we all die!!!
Chapter End Notes
- this line is very heavily based on a line I read from a Korean webtoon/manhwa. Guess which one. It's not from WEBTOON btw
Ight, so Harry has been stolen, Harry gets bitch slapped and then gets an upgrade, Tom scares everyone with his jealousy.
Ah.
How fun.
I really wanna see how far I can take Tom's possessiveness and jealousy. I want to see how scared and freaked out my characters can get over Tom's sheer obsessiveness.
I just want to see freaky Tom will be behind Harry's back.
If I was back to my Dom! Tom faze, you'd see Harry being kept behind a cage and dolled up but instead, you get a furiously domineering omega! Tom who will only be sweet in front of an oblivious Harry.
But anyways! I'll make the fight chapter extra long or I'll give you more chapters!
Extras are going to be fun!
Toodles!
Raging Cyclones Against a Mountain
Harry kissed Tom's head and he smiled down at his children.
Shiloh, his oldest, grinned with her hair in pigtails and happily presented him a mud pie.
"For me?" He said in a cheerful voice as Tom laughed and picked up their youngest, Claude. His stomach was round and bulging.
Harry turned towards him and picked up Claude, smiling. "Pup, what are you doing?"
The one year old gurgled noises and said something that sounded like "Apple."
Harry grinned and then looked at Shiloh, who was rounding up her brothers. Already eight, she was still a little green behind the ears, but was already mature and lady-like.
When she collected all of her brothers, she turned towards Tom with a smile like a shepherd boy asking for approval because they rounded up the sheep.
Tom smiled and patted her head. "Good job. Did you count them?"
"Yep!"
Of course, they were all there, but Tom liked giving Shiloh the 'responsibility' and it made her feel important, so Harry never told her that Tom already counted them.
Harry never knew how Tom did it, but Tom was insanely good at teaching the kids.
Teaching, huh?
Harry smiled a little and kissed Tom's neck, bending down to rub Tom's stomach.
"How's little Harley?"
"As good as his father."
Tom began to purr.
Harry's heart was stuffy with love. Tom had never purred before the war, but after it, Tom's purr was for everyone to hear, his happiness and contentment easy to listen to.
Tom was happy.
Harry made him happy.
Harry lived for this feeling of home and comfort. It was warm and so nice. Harry kissed Tom again.
Their children made disgusted noises and giggled as Shiloh gasped and quickly covered their eyes. Tom laughed loudly, pulling away.
"Kids, we're done. Let's go back home."
"Okay!"
Harry smiled and then trailed behind them as Tom directed the kids home, Shiloh in front as the younger ones joked around but diligently followed.
This was his family.
He made this.
This was his.
When had he ever imagined he would actually have one?
His head turned, and he stopped.
It was Tom, but he was younger, tears in his eyes as his demonic features were damaged.
'Harry, wake up.'
Harry blinked and it was gone.
What was that?
An unsettling feeling weighed down in Harry's chest. Tom turned and called him back. "Harry?"
"Huh? Uh, coming!" He looked at that spot again before he caught up to his family.
What was that?
Tom turned around again, and then smiled a little slowly.
"Aren't you coming with us... Harry?"
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Tom clawed at the desk in frustration and turned around, casting another crucio.
"Fools! You're all idiots! That's your damn plan to find my Harry?!" He roared, furiously. He was getting more anxious by the second and he glared at his Elite as they trembled in fear.
His friends and family finally had the courage and took over. With the twins' inventions, they were supposed to hold a distraction. Eveline and the others could be the attackers as Blaise, Hermione and Remus would find Harry.
At one point, Eveline turned to Luna. "Mio gattina, what is the chance of this succeeding?"
"... 12.2%."
"So low?" Hermione muttered. "Why?"
"Something's wrong with Harry. My abilities are being stifled right now. I can't find out what happened to him, but he will be fighting against us."
Draco froze and then said, "Sorry, repeat that?"
"He will be fighting against us."
"... what?"
Luna clutched her hands together and then looked down at herself. Her features were scrunched up in agony before she whispered, "Harry's strength just increased and he seems to be unconscious."
"Well great," Neville muttered.
Luna whimpered softly and Eveline glared at Neville as she reached over to pull her mate into her lap as Hermione cooed softly. "I know it seems unfavorable, but Luna's worried right now. Let's lay off the angry voices, okay?"
Everyone glanced at Tom, who had a strange smile on his face.
'Oh shit.' Started everyone's thoughts as they froze. 'He finally snapped.'
Tom chuckled a little. Muttering to himself, he quickly walked out. With several cracks of apparation, he and his Death Eaters left them behind. A Death Eater ran to them and said in a rather exasperated voice, "His Lord tells you to hurry up because he has a plan. If you don't arrive soon, he'll skin you."
They apparated.
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Hermione was thoughtful as Tom explained their plan after moving them to another location, lest Harry could sense him and follow.
Tom was currently sitting in his study, a book in his hands. Hermione entered after knocking. He glanced at her but because of her light core, she couldn't feel the same pressure as the others. Even then, a shudder racked through her body and she carefully knelt to her knees.
"My Lord, I don't think you should be at the front." The words 'My Lord' were strange on her tongue but she had an inkling that the words had to be told.
He narrowed his eyes. "My Harry is going to be fighting against you. Only I can control him."
"Eveline can do the same. It's not necessary for you to endanger yourself and the child."
Tom's stomach was flat but if their sex life was as active as they had shown during their stay, Tom probably had to be pregnant many times over. Tom hissed lowly and snapped, "I've taken care of it. This child will not bother you or me."
"I am worried. If Harry finds out, he'll kill us all for not warning you!"
"Enough!" His voice resonated with something that seemed to press against Hermione's shoulders, pushing her down. Furiously, he stood up, slamming his book down. The demand for him to respect books died on her tongue as the scent of a furious, distressed omega entered her senses and he seemed to be hurting inside as his fists clenched.
"I will be on the battlefield to fight against Harry. It doesn't matter what you say. You may be one of my mate's friends but I am not afraid of hurting you."
His eyes flickered with blood and anger, the color of violence bleeding into his irises.
Hermione wanted to retort but she knew that Tom was not in the right mind before she nodded tensely and then left.
As she did, his scent changed with minute fluctuations as he winced. Hermione went downstairs and met with the twins, who told her of their new just-made inventions. They brought her to Luna and Eveline, who were sitting on the couch playing a game of chess.
Ron was just narrowly dodging Eveline's and Luna's traps as he moved his chess piece to a different spot. He glanced up at her and nodded.
"They're okay."
She looked at her mates to confirm. Luna was wrapped up and she was sipping a mug of tea as she sat in Eveline's lap, silently giving her cheats with her seer abilities.
Eveline nodded slightly and patted the seat next to her. Hermione sat and was greeted with a peck to her nose and another to her cheek. She smiled and watched the match.
This was only the calm before the storm. Soon, they could be faced against Harry, their pack leader.
Drawn into her memories, she closed her eyes and reminisced.
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(A/n: WARNING: suicidal thoughts and mentions of depression and illnesses)
"Harry," —she grabbed him from the wreckage with a desperate noise of despair— "c'mon! Get up! You have to get up!"
Harry's eyes were spinning wildly, an emotion somewhat like madness permeating his scent, making her nose sting.
Throughout this war, only she known how bad Harry's condition had gotten. Every day, she was the one who had to stop him from overworking himself to death and drowning himself in the bathtub every time they had a chance to clean themselves.
Only she knew how much Harry hated the war, how he saw blood on his hands every time he looked at them or how he would've ended his life if wasn't for them.
Ron and his mates were too insensitive to find out, Eveline never realized the extent of it, the twins were always too busy to offer their support and comfort him, Draco never asked and Luna was always kept safe from Harry's inner darkness.
Without a mate to stabilize Harry, his mind was deteriorating. Any temporary partners' magic were devoured by his and no one would or could keep up with Harry's brutality. He needed his real mate but Hermione knew that it was impossible.
His mate was dead.
Every time she saw him at breakfast, she breathed a sigh of relief because she knew that he hadn't died in his sleep and every time they went to bed, she'd guard his door for fear that he would disappear.
She knew he wouldn't because he thought that it was his responsibility to win the war for them.
Whenever he went to the battlefield, every death was another weight on his shoulders and his magics would get bloodier and bloodier as he resorted to dark magic. His angel inheritance was useless against the growing hatred and weariness in his heart.
Hermione's burdens grew with his as she tried to lighten his load. All of them did, but every time they failed, he blamed himself and not them.
When they went back into time, Hermione could only hold her breath as she watched Harry's behavior carefully.
His mate was still alive and was visiting him unknowingly in his dreams.
Hermione had asked Eveline and Luna for their help to connect their powers, blending Eveline's succumbus powers and Luna's future-telling abilities to give Harry relief in his sleep. Slowly, the change was evident as his smiles became less faked and more and more real, true happiness blending into his smiles.
No longer did he helplessly refuse to eat and get up in the mornings. No longer did he scratch at his hands in a futile attempt to wipe the blood away. No longer did his mood switch from angry to miserable in the blink of an eye.
He was getting healed. He was getting better. He was getting happier .
Tom was doing it.
Hermione could only thank the heavens that her leader was happy and content with his mate.
Maybe now, she wouldn't have to worry so much about him and his wellbeing with his mate by his side.
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Hermione opened her eyes when there was a sudden call from Tom and they all rushed to the hall, where Tom sat on his throne. He had his glamour, and all of those who knew his real face shuddered at the new coldness in his eyes.
His scent, like an alpha's now, flared before he gave everyone the needed details for the oncoming war, and then they set out. The twins followed after Tom and silently stood by his side, offering silent support. Several Death Eaters grumbled in confusion at the two unknown individuals that flanked the sides of their Lord.
Voldemort flew to Hogwarts and the rest of the Death Eaters were forced to follow. They arrived in front of the wards.
"Take it down," said Voldemort in his raspy, snake-like voice.
Draco, Hermione and Neville called down the wards, but some unknown force kept it standing. The invisible barrier still covered the Hogwarts territory, not allowing them inside.
Voldemort hissed and then glared at them. They pursed their lips and then tried again, forcing their magic through the barrier to pull it down.
The protection wards finally fell and they surged forward.
Dumbledore and then teachers were in front. Dumbledore stared at Voldemort with a hard look before there was an immediate 'Avada Kedavra!' from Voldemort.
Voldemort called over his dark creatures, spiders and vampires scuttling out of the forest as Dumbledore called his, centaurs trotting out of the forest to intercept. Giants followed, their footsteps thundering.
Voldemort's expression was numb as he cast dark spell after dark spell at Dumbledore.
The omega who smelled like an alpha dueled with Dumbledore, both of them twirling and twisting expertly between quickly cast spells.
When there was a cry of pain and a Death Eater collapsed, everyone turned because it didn't sound like a sound everyone knew. Voldemort turned with blank eyes and there were shouts of alarm as they pointed above them.
Harry was a bizarre mixture of creatures, multiple eyes littering his face and body, three pairs of wings and a pair of antlers on his head as well as several feathers and scales traveling over his arms and cheeks.
His eyes were aglow and when he saw Voldemort, his facial expressions went stiff before he shot a fireball towards a cluster of Death Eaters. Some fled while the others cast up shields.
The shields were instantly broken and the Death Eaters that didn't escape were burnt to crisps with dying screams ringing in the air.
Most of the Death Eaters then turned their wands to Harry.
Voldemort paused and then turned back to Dumbledore, who looked like a mixture of gleeful but also appalled.
It was clear he didn't know Harry could look like this.
Voldemort didn't, either.
All he could do was hope that all of this would end soon.
Sharp Winds Fight With Sharp Minds
Chapter Notes
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It's... strange.
He doesn't feel sad. He doesn't feel like ripping apart Dumbledore's castle to pieces. He doesn't want to cry or scream or claw at the ground in despair.
He's...
Numb.
This moment of distraction seeing Harry allowed Dumbledore to make a move and Voldemort narrowly dodged the attack. There was a screech behind him and he knew that it was one of his Death Eaters.
Dumbledore frowned at his lack of reaction and they continued to duel.
In the castle, Fred and George were peacefully walking through the hallways. Disarming traps and wards, they were surprised by the lack of powerful spells.
"What happened? Why's there such weak traps?"
"Maybe it's because Dumbledore can't control Hogwarts anymore. It doesn't belong to him anymore."
"Hm."
They went to the RoR and collected all of their things. Grabbing a familiar diadem, it flashed and a person appeared. The gorgeous man glared at them and said, "Who are you?"
The twins froze. "Huh?" They took out their wands, ready to use them.
"I'm asking who you are."
They looked at each other before Fred answered, "George." and George answered, "Fred."
The man sighed and took the diadem. He collected all of the horcruxes and said, "Why are you collecting them?"
His tone was strange.
The twins realized and said in a carefree way, "Our Lord said that his mate wanted them."
The man froze. "Lord?"
"Yep. Lord Potter. His mate is named Tom."
As expected, the man before them changed his expression and looked much friendlier, even if the smile didn't reach his eyes. Smiling, he said, "Oh. I know your... Tom. Can you bring me to him?"
"Sure! What's your name?"
"Gormlaith."
"Oh. Can we——" Fred said.
"—— just call you Laith?" George finished.
His expression turned slightly to distaste. "Fine," he snapped.
The twins stared as Laith collected his horcruxes and cradled them almost lovingly.
As they stepped closer to Dumbledore's office, they encountered worse traps.
"Oh, I forgot that Dumbledore was a Light Lord," muttered Fred.
"Tell me about it! Goodness, look at these traps!" George grumbled as he cast spells at the waving tentacles.
They whipped around and smacked him into a wall.
Laith sighed and said in a rather haughty tone, "Would you like help?"
"Yes, please—— oof!" George was smacked into again by Fred and they both slid down the wall with a groan.
Laith moved his hand in three circular movements and then his hands glowed green and the tentacles made loud squeaking noises that turned shriller and shriller before it died out.
Laith looked at the two twins who were staring at him with slack jaws. "Tch. Get up."
The twins stared at him as he glared ferociously. "Get. Up. Let's go! We don't have all of the time in the world!"
They unsteadily got up and then moved forward.
As they followed Laith, no one asked how he knew the way. And no one else noticed the twins silently leaving dozens of other traps.
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His Death Eaters retreated.
In hushed voices, they sat around a campfire and began to talk about strategies.
Voldemort couldn't speak.
He didn't want to speak.
He was tired.
So tired.
There was a thump behind him. He didn't turn but his Death Eaters screamed in terror.
The being behind him moved closer and slid onto his lap. Voldemort didn't touch it. He acted as if nothing was there.
The being pressed his face against his leg and Voldemort pushed him off with a curse spell.
The being yelped and retreated, whimpering softly. It slid over to Narcissa, who froze. Her husband, Lucius snarled at it.
"My Lord, what is this thing?"
"I'm afraid it's an angel particle." Voldemort said in his soft, slithery voice.
The thing whimpered and then relaxed in Narcissa's lap.
The Death Eaters didn't hurt it, for fear that Voldemort would throw a fit.
Eventually, Voldemort grabbed it by the tail and yanked it back. The thing yelped again and whines lowly, claws digging into the ground. Voldemort didn't care and turned, dragging it away.
"Stay here. Lucius is in charge."
The Death Eaters quieted and stared at Lucius, who was puffing up.
Because of Harry's friends (who were currently not here at the moment), their numbers weren't reduced at all. If anything, they were still bursting with vigor.
Voldemort went to the the Shrieking Shack and dumped the thing outside. He sighed and conjured a chair.
Sitting down, he waited and the thing started to crawl inside. It shifted into his lap.
Voldemort pushed its head away and glared. The being opened its jaw and took a lick of his fingers.
"Off. Now! Get off of me!" He snapped.
The being whimpered again and slid off, looking at him with its dozens of eyes. It tentatively slid in his lap again, stubborn in its pursuit.
Eventually, Voldemort allowed it.
He took a clawed hand and guided it to his stomach.
His stomach was covered in dark magic and the being made a noise of confusion. Voldemort removed the magic, letting his own flow freely, its strength shown in the raw power wafting from him.
The being startled and instantly tried to send light magic through Voldemort's body, making his body tense in pain and he hissed, pushing off the being with a harsh hex.
"No! Bad Harry! Bad!" He scolded as if Harry was a dog.
The being, Harry, peered at him with keen eyes.
It circled his chair before it nuzzled into his legs like a cat. After a moment where it watched Voldemort's reaction, Harry nuzzled into him again, his mouth opening in a mewl like a cat.
Voldemort's eyebrow ridges furrowed and he took Harry's hand again. He steadily brought it to his stomach and said, "Feel it. Don't do anything else."
Harry stilled and then there was a flutter under his hands. He startled, pulling back with his eyes wide.
Then he moved closer and began rubbing Voldemort's stomach, trying to feel it again.
"Did you feel it? That's your child," Voldemort said softly. Harry chirruped and climbed into his lap, nuzzling the flat stomach, trying to sense the little soul with his face.
He closed his eyes and grinned, showing fangs as sharp as blades.
Harry began to grind his hips against Voldemort's thigh.
Voldemort blinked rapidly before he looked down and nearly facepalmed. There was a tent under Harry's clothes and it throbbed as Harry gave soft whines under his breath.
If Voldemort concentrated, he could sense Harry's thought process and it was more like, 'If we fuck again, he'll have another two or three souls inside of him,' and Voldemort was almost embarrassed by this angel particle.
"Shameless!" He said, pushing Harry's face away. Harry paused and then continued to rub against his leg like a dog.
His mouth peppered kisses and small sucks against Voldemort's skin. His eyes turned to slits as he rubbed harder, his cock heavy and hot even against Voldemort's clothed leg.
Voldemort shuddered as the smell of his alpha intensified.
Harry purred, pleased by his reaction before his hand reached up and he forcibly ripped off Voldemort's glamour.
Tom stared at him with teary eyes and Harry grinned sharply, a croon falling out of his throat as he coaxed his omega to spread his legs.
Tom blasted him out of the room. "Bloody angel! We're in the middle of a war!"
Harry scowled and looked aggrieved, as if Tom forced him out of his home and accused him wrongly.
His wings shook and Tom stood up, brushing off his robes with a blush.
As he did so, he spoke, "Harry, you must come back to me. I don't know how Dumbledore took an angel particle off of you so soon after he took you, but come back soon, okay?"
Harry didn't speak. He was cuddling against Tom's stomach as if he was trying to mold against him like clay.
Tom smiled and stroked his hair.
The reason why Harry was so fascinated with his stomach was because Tom had been protecting the child and hindering its growth with dark magic.
This could go very wrong, so Tom had been taking large amounts of Harry's magic through their intercourse so the child's magic would be balanced.
Tom smiled bitterly.
He hadto do this. His child wouldn't be unsafe, per say, but this was certainly dangerous for him and the child.
He had to.
War was starting.
He wouldn't be able to fight.
He didn't want to get rid of the child.
He had to.
Tom glanced at Harry and his mind calmed.
Harry licked his hand like a cat and rubbed it along his multiple eyes. His ears flicked and his eyes blinked, some looking at him, others rolling around in their sockets.
Harry turned and noticed him.
He prowled over to him and bit into his thigh. Tom gave a jolt and leaned over Harry as Harry gnawed on his skin, not really taking a bite.
It was more like he was teething.
Tom was very confused but Harry pulled away and then strode out.
Tom rubbed his now bruised thigh and shook his head.
He had to win this war first.
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"Holy shit!!"
"Fuck! Merlin fuck!"
The twins screamed as they tried to stay still with the torrents coming through the room like blades of wind.
Laith was stuck on the floor, holding on for life.
"Fuck! Why are we here?! We were only supposed to get rid of traps and make new ones!!!"
"Dammit! Dammit all! Damn Tom and his horribleness! Why did he have to be so scary?!!!"
Laith raised his head, squinting through the wind as he screamed, "Shut the fuck up and concentrate!"
The wind continued to blow like a tornado, making it hard to breath as papers and books flew towards them.
George narrowly dodged a large trunk and almost flew away with a screech. Thankfully, Laith grabbed him and hauled him back.
The door opened and there was a loud shout of a spell cast and the winds slowed before calming down.
The three slumped onto the ground, groaning in exhaustion and relief.
They turned and saw Blaise.
Blaise raised an eyebrow and then smirked. "Need help?"
"Oh my god, thank you!"
"What a god, what a god,"
"Who's this now?"
The twins turned and said simultaneously, "Blaise Zabini."
"Hm." Blaise hummed and then stepped over some papers before he waved his hand and the room began to reorganize itself.
Turning around, he looked at Laith and asked, "Who's this?"
Fred and George gave a few hand motions that Laith couldn't understand.
Blaise nodded and said, "I see."
He turned to Laith and said, "We've been separated. Despite what everyone else says, Dumbledore is highly dangerous."
"Eh? Really?"
Blaise nodded. Luna came through the doors and they explained the situation again.
Laith stared at the four and glanced at the door.
Maybe he could...
Luna tied him up and took away his wand, quickly casting a whole dozen other spells to restrain him.
He froze and then smiled gently.
"What's this about?"
"Can't trust you, you horcrux. Stay still and be silent."
Laith controlled his anger and smiled reassuringly.
The twins and Blaise didn't look surprised so perhaps they were planning something like this too.
Laith clenched his fists and continued to smile.
They traveled though Hogwarts but even with the others controlling most of it, Harry had a large portion of control and he was purposefully diverting them from their task.
Staircases would move the moment they stepped on it, paintings would mislead them, doors would pop out of nowhere and house elves would bring them to different rooms, not to mention the traps!
They swore and cursed and eventually, Laith had to be taken out. Laith stared at them all expressionlessly, wondering why they asked him to lead the way.
Laith didn't bother to make a move so soon and he knew it was impossible to get to wherever they wanted so he walked around aimlessly before they landed in front of Dumbledore's office.
"What did I say. What did I fucking say."
"Well fuck, you were right."
"Wow. Harry really is the type of guy to ditch his friends for a girl, huh?"
"Tch. Wouldn't be surprised by that guy."
Laith couldn't understand what they were talking about and he glanced back but before he could leave, he was quickly tied up again.
Laith grimaced and Luna glanced at him serenely. "Sorry, but you'll have to be locked up."
The five omegas then entered Dumbledore's office.
Chapter End Notes
The explanation for Tom and his children is pretty sketchy, but basically, Tom 'froze' the baby inside of his stomach.
In order for the child's magic to not be completely dark magic from birth, Tom takes pieces of Harry's magic from his semen (heheheh) and uses it to recycle and replenish the shield.
He doesn't want abortion and he wants to keep the child but because there's a war going on, he's been using this method to keep the child safe.
Think of it like the embryo is being frozen in time but inside of a container but if left too long with the same substance, it could go bad.
Please don't bash me for incorrect science stuff.
After another chapter or so, this story will end!
In the Stillness, We Stand
Chapter Notes
Whoop whoop! Two chapters in a day!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Laith was staring at the figure sitting on the floor.
He had ink black hair and gold feathers flying in every direction in a somehow sexy way as his eyes were closed, his eyelashes casting shadows over golden tanned skin. His head was tilted, strands of hair brushing over his angled neck as he breathed softly on the floor.
His wings spread out on the floor and this man looked like a fallen angel ready to become a incubus to tempt everyone.
Laith froze.
He couldn't move away from the beautiful being that laid on the floor like he had fainted gracefully. His eyes were tracing every curve and angle of that Adonis-like body and long legs.
His knees were shaking. His mouth was watering. His lungs weren't working properly. He wanted to crawl over there and lick that jugular.
He really wanted to give this mysterious person a tongue bath.
Fred and George clapped a hand on his shoulders and said, "You're leaking slick."
Laith straightened in horror. "H-How——"
"We're omegas too. Now control your thirst. We have to get him up and running."
Laith turned towards them, eyes wide. Something inside of him was displeased. "You know him?"
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he tried to sense whether these twins had bonded this man.
Well, this man was a confirmed alpha, so maybe he could seduce him?
Laith was thinking this when the twins smirked and said, "Guess," in unison, before glancing at each other with sly looks.
"Why, you——"
"—— want him?"
Luna and Blaise were already working on Harry, trying to scratch away at the markings.
The twins ignored Laith's seething and then went over to help, using different potions and spells to try and get rid of the one cast over the sleeping man.
Laith didn't help, he crossed his arms and sulked. Inwardly, his mind was working in ways that shouldn't have been working after meeting this one alpha for only a few minutes.
Laith watched them work when suddenly, there was an explosion and the door opened.
A Fred and George entered the room and said, "The real copies are in danger! The alphas are currently fighting Dumbledore's forces! We need backup!"
Fred and George turned serious as the other two omegas looked up in worry.
"Alright! Send copies 35 through 47 to their side! Bring kit #12 with you!"
"Dunno if we can do that! We're only copies!"
"Then screw you!!" George said as he tossed a book at them and the other copies gave him the stink eye.
Luna tossed a small candle towards them. "For good luck! Give it to them quickly!"
"Find Ron!" Blaise shouted. The copies saluted exaggeratedly and then left, leaving Laith in confusion.
He turned to the twins. "You're... not real?"
Was that why he couldn't smell anything from them?
"Nah, we're——"
"—— just copies."
They continued to work on the spell and after awhile, Laith decided that he could help to make the alpha wake up.
He went over and was about to tell them that he'd help when the door was blasted open.
This time, it was another redhead.
A female one.
The female beta snarled at them and said, "Give me Harry!"
The other omegas scowled but Laith was only thinking one thing:
His name was Harry?
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In a separate part of the castle, Neville was hissing as Hermione quickly fixed his broken arm.
"Eveline! Draco! Be careful!"
"Fuck! Where are the omegas!? We need them here!" Eveline roared as she tore apart the centaurs that were quickly fleeing under her relentless attacks.
She came back and cursed lowly, blood soaking her hair and hands, leaving crimson droplets on the floor like blooming flowers.
Draco hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled out the arrows and began to heal his wounds.
Hermione looked at their four-man team and said, "We should get to our omegas. We need to regroup and restrategize. Dumbledore's plan was more thought out than we thought."
They had suffered through quite a bit. If they weren't the survivors of three wars, they would've died.
Hermione was a little surprised at how she nearly died here.
Neville groaned and then stood up. His face had purple blotches and he quickly took out several potions to give to them.
"Here. Blood replenishment potions and some others. Blaise and Ron packed them."
The alphas stared at the potion bottles with some feelings of nostalgia and sadness.
Draco cursed again. "I bet they're perfectly fine without us! Why'd we have to be the dependent, clingy ones?"
Hermione pursed her lips and stayed silent, looking at Eveline, who looked rather depressed. Even Neville was staring at the potions and sniffling like it was his last memory of Blaise and Ron.
Hermione stood up.
"Well, let's go find them! I know the twins spread out their copies throughout Hogwarts. We'll find them eventually!"
Draco perked up but then sagged.
Hermione turned to him and he answered, "The centaur's still there. We have to get rid of them first."
Eveline smiled viciously. "I can take care of that."
Hermione stood besides her and smiled. "Both of us will take care of it. You two go and find a route for us to escape. If we can distract them long enough, we can probably get away. They couldn't have mapped out this place, right?"
Draco smiled, his thoughts seeming to go to the twins' map. He looked a little sad without them but Hermione knew he could survive for a few more hours.
They nodded and quickly went to their spots.
With their heart pounding, Eveline flew out with a loud cry and pounced on a young centaur. Tearing into his flesh with her skin, she ate away at his vitality as he began to wither away like a mummy.
She looked up from the corpse and smirked, blood dripping from her lips.
"Horse meat tastes pretty good, did ya know?"
The centaurs shouted in alarm but was distracted by Hermione's spells. The young witch cast countless spells as she weaved and dodged through them, covered by Eveline's ferocious attacks.
Centaurs were naturally resistant to magic but when they were worn down by Eveline's claws and fangs and Hermione's quick thinking, they were beginning to lose.
One of the centaurs began to cry and Eveline spared him no pity, biting into his neck, splashing red all over her face and the floor.
"Hermione! Wanna see a human fountain?"
Hermione turned and Eveline removed the head of another centaur, blood spurting all over the air, raining droplets of blood all over them.
The centaurs watched in horror as Eveline cackled and presented Hermione the head.
"For you, my dear. I'll give Luna the hind legs." She smiled.
"How kind." Hermione said sarcastically but accepted it anyways.
She lit the head on fire and tossed it at the centaurs, who screamed and shouted.
"Barbaric! You barbarians!" A centaur screeched, their horse legs shivering like twigs ready to snap.
And like twigs, they did snap.
Eveline collected the legs and said, "Thank you," as the centaur screeched in pain.
The centaurs nervously pulled away.
One of the older centaurs stared at her and asked, "Why do you fight for the Dark?"
Eveline smiled. "Oh? It's already time for the monologue?"
"I suppose." The centaur glanced at his herd and then back at Eveline and her sticky, messy self with pieces of gore covered on her and said, "I would like to stall time."
"I see. I will allow it." Eveline said, sitting down.
The centaur directed his herd behind him and repeated, "Why do you fight for the Dark? Why do you kill?"
"To let it live in the light," she answered, before she looked up at Hermione and smiled. "I will kill today so my mates won't have to kill tomorrow."
Hermione gave her a look but she knew that Eveline was kind of tired herself and while it was strange for them to call a sort of 'time-out' in the middle of a war, the centaurs seemed fearful of Eveline.
In her demonic tongue, Eveline began to speak and shivers ran down the herd's spines.
She waved her hands in a lazy way and was talking like she was telling you about her day, though the words she spoke were unholy.
Eventually, she stood up, grabbed Hermione and then flapped her wings once to propel herself away.
The centaurs didn't come after them as they ran away.
Hermione was sitting in her arms in a way that she could look behind them.
Eyes filled with fear, terror, relief and hatred met hers and she gave a single nod.
Eveline chuckled as she sped up, trying to keep a steady pace so Hermione would be comfortable.
"I'm sorry, I'm covered in blood."
"That's okay." Hermione closed her eyes. "So am I."
Eveline stroked her hair and said, "Do you pity them?"
Hermione was silent before she answered, "Pity? No one pitied us. Why should I pity them?"
"A worthy answer from one of the mates of 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟!" She shouted and sped up, a hand pressing her head to Eveline's shoulder to steady her. "Luna will also answer most beautifully."
Hermione was quiet.
It was calming.
Even with the blood on her mate's skin, she could still smell the same scent she was familiar with, geraniums and spices that blended into a crisp, sharp smell.
Her ears were filled with Eveline's heartbeat and she closed her eyes.
"... what did you talk about? When you were talking in your daemon tongue."
"I told them how much I loved you. And how much I loved Luna. And how much I loved my pack."
Hermione blushed. "You...!"
Eveline laughed and sped up once more, sliding next to Neville and Draco, who saluted her sarcastically.
They would win.
Hermione would make sure of it.
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Ron wasn't lost but frankly, this stupid building wouldn't cooperate and would purposefully push him into traps and pitfalls.
"Must be Harry," he muttered.
Around his neck was Neville and Blaise's scarves. They helped ground him and because he was almost in a panic, he had to take them out.
Out of all of the others, he was the most prone to anxiety attacks and moments of deep depression.
Harry was depressed all of the time, so there was no including him.
Ron smiled rather ruefully when he thought about it.
Of course he knew.
He was Harry's first friend after all.
He was oblivious, but not enough where he couldn't find out that his friend was only this close to putting his wand inside his mouth.
Ron looked down and a bunch of cats and toads were following him.
With a small frown, he picked up one and looked at it.
Then he put it away from him at a distance and squinted.
The cat meowed.
Ron said, "Professor McGonagall?"
The cat froze and then made a huffing noise before it transformed.
Professor McGonagall stared at him sternly over her glasses.
"Mr. Weasley, what do you think you're doing here?"
Ron almost gaped dramatically but then decided that Draco's melodramatic-ness was rubbing off on him.
He used Blaise's poker face.
"Well Professor, you see, I'm currently defeating a manipulative old man who decided that he was the only one who made right decisions and is about to make a horrible one that will ruin all of our lives."
"I see. I'll help."
"And—— Wait huh?" Ron froze.
Professor McGonagall looked at him, glanced at the pets around his legs and smiled.
"I said I'll help."
She transfigured some pets and they turned out to be other teachers. The rest still nuzzled into his ankles.
Professor Flitwick peered at Ron with sharp eyes and said, "Please tell me you have a plan."
Ron grinned.
Fuck, who had a plan?
Not him, no sir.
He didn't voice this though and said, "I have to find something."
That something was the Chamber of Secrets.
Just as he turned, he saw Neville.
Neville had some bruises on his face and there were scratches and stains all over his body. In his right hand was the Sword of Gryffindor and in his left was his wand and not the abomination he had before.
Ron grinned and he moved faster than he even thought and jumped into Neville's arms.
"No wait——! I'm holding a sword——!"
Neville dropped his sword and wand and caught him. Ron nuzzled him and looked at the others.
"Where's the rest?"
Hermione frowned. "We got separated. Did you find what you needed?"
"No, but I found allies."
Professor McGonagall was gaping at them as they glanced into the hallway and saw the teachers.
"... oh."
"Goddammit Weasley, you were supposed to find the basilisk! Why'd you find the teachers?" Draco complained.
Ron bared his teeth at him and Draco flashed the same look, both of them snarling.
Then they calmed and Ron answered, "Harry's interfering."
Draco sighed, and acted as if nothing just happened.
Professor McGonagall said, "You shouldn't have your creature inheritances yet."
Hermione shook her head. "There's a war going on outside. We have to work fast if we want to take down Dumbledore as fast as we can. Ron, take Neville with you. You and some of the teachers can go to the Chamber and get what we need. Eveline, you'll come with me and the rest of the teachers to find the omegas. Got it?"
The teachers blinked in some surprise as the rest of the students nodded and Neville was forced to carry a pouty omega and a few dozen toads and cats in his arms.
"Look Neville! It's Trevor!"
"You know that's not Trevor."
"But look!" Ron giggled and put a little toad on his head.
Neville smiled and let him indulge. The professors clutched their chests and tried not to scream out in excitement.
Professor McGonagall stared at them with pride in her eyes.
She was sure that there was a secret between them but she didn't care.
Right now, she just hoped that her students would be smart and survive.
They went inside of the girls' restroom and Neville talked to Myrtle as the teachers fought to hold down the urge to scold them.
Why did it matter if two boys went into a girls' restroom when there was a literal war?
Ron went over to the sink and hissed softly.
[Open.]
The teachers have a start.
"Mr. Weasley! You speak Parseltongue??"
Ron smiled. "I'm the only one who can. Harry taught me."
They wanted to ask 'when' but knew it was kind of unnecessary.
Neville glanced back and then slid down the hole as Ron sighed and slid down, "Catch!"
There was a thump and a small, "He caught me! You can stay up there if you want!"
Professor McGonagall decided to let them go and five minutes later, Neville and Ron popped up with a bottle and a large fang.
Professor Sprout looked at the fang and had a horrible feeling inside of her.
"Please tell me that isn't the basilisk fang."
Neville smiled and pocketed it before he picked up Ron and the lingering pets.
"I'm sorry Professors, but we'll have to start running again. Please excuse me."
He placed the Sword of Gryffindor in its scabbard and then began to run.
The professors followed with a sense of happiness, pride but also sadness.
This was what it felt like every year seeing your kids graduate and become successful.
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They moved quickly, Blaise taking out several poniards and three them, Luna and the twins casting several spells.
They were quick handed but Ginny had a shield. Getting angry, she yelled, "Fred! George! I'm your sister!" as if she hadn't once insulted them for being omegas.
The she turned to Luna and said, "Luna! You know me!"
"Do I?" Luna said in a dreamy voice. Even then, her eyebrows furrowed and she tried not to get too angry, lest her spell casting got worse.
With growing ferocity, the four continued to unleash spell after spell.
Ginny fought back with just as much anger and speed.
Laith glanced at her and then at the smooth cheek of his newly chosen alpha and decided to help.
He never thought that he would ever want to be an omega in his entire life, but if it meant getting a chance to suck his dick, Laith would happily kill as many ginger haired betas as he needed.
The thought of having the meaty taste of his cock in his mouth made Laith's knees weak and his body shiver.
The better thought was having this alpha knot him several times and Laith really wanted to curse his past self for making horcruxes.
His face darkened.
If they were all the same, they'd want this alpha too.
Also, who the hell was the mate of his future self, Tom?
Why the hell did he keep his name?
Disgusting.
Laith remembered their name of Voldemort and was slightly indignantly, wondering why he left such a good name and took their old boring one.
Was this alpha Lord Potter?
Harry Potter didn't sound so bad.
Laith imagined screaming that name multiple times in a single night and it wasn't so bad.
Laith raised his hand and then took down Ginny's shield with his raw magic.
Ginny gave a start and then they took her down as easily as murdering someone, which they didn't quite do yet.
They left her on the floor.
Not even saying thanks to Laith, they went back to this Harry, and continued to work.
Laith leaned over Luna's shoulder and said, "Remove that rune. It'll weaken the whole structure."
"I see. Thank you."
She did so and then also several others that Laith didn't specify and the spell cast over Harry wavered.
The alpha opened his eyes and Laith's breath hitched.
The color of Avada Kedavra was captured in his eyes, the same pearly green of death and the color of bright emerald trap inside of those irises.
At this point, Laith was ready to start bouncing on those thighs.
This alpha was too perfect to his tastes!
Harry glanced around him as the others murmured, "My Lord," in teasing but relief filled voices.
He smiled and said, "Hey."
Without a moment of delay, he smashed the spell markings and stood up before conjuring a chair.
He stretched, showing off his taut muscles and said, "So what happened?"
The twins bowed their heads and said, "You were taken. We went to battle and got separated in the castle. We think it was your defense mechanism. We found you and also the other halves of the Riddle and then got you out."
Harry sighed, leaning back. His eyes snapped to Laith and Laith gave a full body shudder, looking down at the floor with shyness.
Dammit! He wanted to make a good impression but Harry's eyes were so sharp, it was quite impossible.
Harry stayed completely silent and stared at Laith. Eventually, Laith glanced up and smiled bashfully.
Laith was staring at the dreamy greens of his eyes and sighed a little, sounding and looking utterly lovesick.
Fred and George were singing underneath their breaths.
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toaddddds,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard~!!
I wish he was miiiiine, he's reallyyyyy diviiiiiiiine,
the hero who conquered the Dark Lorddddddd~!!!"
"Goddammit, you two, shut up." Harry snarled, turning away from Laith to glare at them.
He just woke up and they gave him this nonsense? He was too lenient with them.
Blaise, at this point, joined in and they recited it over and over under their breaths like it was a chant.
Harry had a headache and quickly reabsorbed the angel particle. There was no memory, no extra information, just a boost to his senses and power.
He manipulated a condensed ball of magic on his fingers before he smirked and stared at a lustful Laith again.
With Laith next to him, Harry put out his hand and said, "My Lord," in his seductive voice.
He felt like he was cheating on Tom so he decided to make it quick and take away this horcrux first.
Laith moved closer to him sluggishly, pressed his face against that warm hand unknowingly and was then absorbed quickly back into the horcrux. The diadem rattled in alarm.
The other horcruxes began to rattle and shake frantically and Harry brushed his fingers along each horcrux and they calmed almost instantly.
Harry smiled and started to rub along the surface of the prized items.
Fred and George were communicating with the copies and they turned back.
Blaise and Luna were quickly destroying Dumbledore's things or anything that would be dangerous to them or others.
They were quite surprised to find a large amount of dark magic found through his books and collected items.
"New information was found! My Lord, everyone else is safe. So far, we'd only lost a couple of Death Eaters and a couple of Veela and vampires. The Professors have allied with us."
Harry closed his eyes and tried to sense Tom.
Tom sensed it and sent a heavy shock through him. Harry winced in pain and smiled at the twins, who both rose their eyebrows at him.
"Had a fight——" Fred started.
"—— with your wife?" George finished.
Somehow, they just knew that Tom threw a fit and decided not to communicate with Harry.
Harry smiled bitterly. "Yeah. He's mad."
"You should've seen him! He was ready to kill all of us because we had to finish up our war plans and we couldn't hurry up!"
Blaise nodded and added, "He was very cold. Scary."
Luna shook her head. "He's really dependent on your powers to stabilize him. You need to give him his soul pieces again."
Harry thoughtfully traced his lightning scar. "I suppose I'll keep this one then."
"Keep that one if you like it," Fred said.
George scoffed, "We all know you have other reasons."
They both turned to the crumpled girl next to them.
"What should we do with this?"
Ginny was tied up and held captive. Harry kicked at her side and said, "She hasn't done too much but for now, let's go down the Lockhart route. Blaise." He called.
Blaise nodded and cast obliviate.
Ginny flinched and then calmed.
Harry sighed and said, "I'll have Eveline keep her. I know she can discipline her."
Luna smiled and said, "That's for sure."
She looked outside and said, "This was a little too easy."
Harry nodded. "I'm surprised too. Is Dumbledore getting too old?"
Fred and George looked at each other and then at Harry before they shrugged.
Blaise shook his head. "No. That's not the reason."
Luna hummed. "I see. I remember now."
Harry looked at them in confusion.
"Ohhhhh... I guess that makes sense." George said thoughtfully.
Fred sighed and shrugged, "Well, what else could it be?"
Harry blinked rapidly. "What do you mean?"
They looked at him and then sighed in disappointment, like he was too stupid.
Harry looked at annoyance.
What was it?
Why was it so easy?
The real reason was: Tom had already planned this months ago.
At this point, with his returned sanity, no one could beat Tom. Especially when he was looking forward to a child and a family after ending this meaningless war that he had started from his insanity.
Blaise had just remembered what Tom had told him mere weeks ago.
Shaking his head to himself, Blaise glanced back at the oblivious Lord of his and wondered what Tom saw that he would literally win over fate but decided not to ask.
Just like how others couldn't see how he was attached to Neville Longbottom, clumsy and shy Gryffindor who didn't belong, and Ron Weasley, loud and opinionated omega from a traitor family, he supposed there were reasons that didn't need to be told.
Chapter End Notes
See, I COULD make this longer but I'm only a single poor fanfiction writer, okay?
I don't want to elaborate.
The reason why Dumbledore failed so spectacularly was not REALLY Tom's planning, but his love for Harry.
(How d'ya feel about that reverse?)
His love just completely reverses fate, if you know what I mean. I can't write it in words, so I'll just have to write it in here.
Afterword
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