Hello everyone! Two chapters in one week! yay! There may be a third one very soon, but work calls and since I am editing it all myself I need time to make sure it is correct. I have one more full chapter typed up and one half way finished. So expect more over the next few days.
Funny story I need to share for all those Harry Potter fans, my boyfriend cracks me up. I've introduced him to the "Very Harry Potter Musical. He had never watched it and wasn't as into HP as the rest of the world. Now...now he is obsessed! Our conversations usually include quotes from TV/Movies, etc. Now one day can't go by without a reference to the three musicals. Not that I'm complaining. Personally I love it. He has even shared it with many of his friends. I just find it funny, as he isn't that into HP as me. Still, I think I picked a good one!
I don't own, but would have loved to have invented such an amazing world.
Warnings: Some Boy/boy action. Some hints at non-con so look out for triggers. (Not explicate.)
Enjoy!
Harry growled. The idiot alphas thought they could catch him easily. Probably because he was so slim and shorter than other omegas. So, once they finally caught up to him, in the evening of the second day, they thought they had the win. Harry wasn't as slow as they seemed to think, after all, he had spent his childhood running through these trees and escaping the likes of Piers and Dudley.
He had managed to outrun, outsmart and plainly out sneak every single alpha he had crossed. The current one was probably one of the most annoying ones though.
Harry had taken refuge last night in a large oak tree. Of course, he was wearing his father's furred blanket. So far it had helped him a lot, but it tired him to continuously use it. After all it was powered by his magic. Yet as the evening progressed, Harry had actually seen Piers, and he wasn't about to give the alpha a chance to catch him. He had quickly spelled the nearby soil to 'weaken' so to speak. Not too much as he hadn't' wanted to kill the bastard.
It had been oh so pleasing when Harry had stepped in Piers' path, only for the man to smirk and boast before trying to 'catch' the omega. Then the alpha had stepped on his trap and sunk to his chest in the soil. He would be able to drag himself out eventually, but it would take time, and meanwhile Harry could put as much distance between them as he possibly could.
Cackling he had left the swine cursing and blustering and hightailed it out of there. At least he had tried to. Unfortunately, a tall dark-skinned alpha had been standing behind him. Before the man spotted him, Harry had jerked back and took off in a different direction, only to find a dirty blond alpha standing in his path. Cursing himself, quietly, Harry hid behind a large tree. Typically, alphas did not travel so close together.
Harry had then pulled out his magical blanket and snuck around the dirty bond man. He could not run anymore but he did make his way as swiftly as possible. He managed to get several feet when he ran into another alpha. At that point he was more than alarmed. This was so peculiar.
He really had not wanted to test his weakening powers against so many opponents. He had decided that hiding was the safer route. If he made any noises trying to walk his way through the foliage he could attract, not one, but a whole herd of the alphas.
So here he was, in this tree, looking down at another moronic alpha. He was not one from the evening before though.
He wasn't much of a man, more of a man-child. He was whining about the bugs and the dirt. He had been sitting under Harry's tree for over an hour. Which was only concerning to the omega as Harry really needed to take a piss and didn't think the man wouldn't notice pee shooting out of the tree.
Hence the growl. Harry had to outthink this pretty boy alpha, or he was doomed. He narrowed his eyes at the man's actions. He would twitch and stare around him every few seconds. The slightest sound causing the blond to flinch or even leap to his feet. He seemed…overly jumpy.
An evil smirk curled the ravens' lips. This might just be entertaining. Harry gently put away the blanket. Rolling it carefully, and quietly slipping it into his pack. Then he crouched down, glancing around slowly to see what he could work with, he let his magic out, swirling softly into the air. Flowing on the wind, reaching…reaching…THERE
He stood up and got ready to run. The sound of something in the forest could be heard. The blond man below jumped, his perfect ceremonial robes swirling around him.
"I'm too important for this! I could die! Then what would the court do without me?" He seemed to be boasting himself up with odd rumblings. "The omegas should have fallen at my feet, begged me to take them, not forced me to run through vermin infested…."
Harry shook his head. Yes, the man was foolish, but also rather pathetic. Once again you could hear something moving, this time in the tree branches opposite Harry. The man visibly quivered, before forcing himself to turn and face whatever was coming. At least he had more backbone than Harry had given him credit for. The alpha crouched his shoulders and raised his hands.
"Nothing to worry about sweet omega, you can come out now! Your dashing Gilderoy is here waiting! No more running sweetheart." Not really bravery then, just that the man was delusional. Harry was very glad this man wouldn't be mating anytime soon; his brain powers were below average.
Just then something large and white flew from the skyline, right at the alpha named Gilderoy. The man gave a high unmanly screech and took off. The breaking of branches and the panicked voice of the man could be heard surely for miles.
"A white beast! Don't eat me! I'd be missed, no, please!" Harry sighed, then leapt down. He quickly relieved himself with a sigh. He had held his bladder in way too long. Smiling Harry stuck his arm out. Something white swooped down and settled onto Harry's hand.
"Hello Hedwig, thank you for your help." A beautiful white owl with large golden eyes gave a soft hoot in response.
"Sorry to keep you up, I know you have been out hunting all night, but that bugger was rather…odd." He smirked as the owl hooted in agreement then preceded to groom Harry's curly dark hark. Chuckling Harry allowed it, petting his friend.
Hedwig wasn't a native owl. She had been brought in by one of the caravans. Her owner had been cruel and testy with her, claiming she was untrainable, and downright aggressive. Hedwig had escaped to the forest, hurting her wing in the process.
Then along came Harry, 12 and more then willing to care for the 'aggressive' animal. It had taken time, and lots of free mice, but Hedwig had warmed up enough that she had allowed Harry to name her. After she had been cured, she had decided to stay here. The two of them had been close ever since.
Harry was pretty certain she deemed Harry himself as her child. She certainly groomed him enough. She was also a rather bizarre owl as he could sometimes call her using his magic. He didn't do it often, and almost never during the day. This time had been special and earlier enough in the morning not to make him feel too guilty.
"You should head to bed girl. I'll see you in a few days." He knew she needed to sleep, as she hunted most nights. She gave another hoot, a single affectionate nip to his ear and flew away. Smiling fondly Harry decided he needed to get some more distance from him and that 'Gilderoy' man child.
He had only managed thirty minutes when something nearly slammed into his right side. He dodged, only to feel the air push at his legs, slamming him to the ground. Rolling he forced himself back up and ran. Several more bursts of air, or was it magic, came at him from different angles. He swore.
There was more then one! Suddenly three came at one time, he dodged two, but the third hit him in the back. He cried out, and landed hard, his ankle twisting.
He could hear laughing. Laughing he knew. He looked up into the pointed face of Piers, and three more of his alpha friends.
"Fuck." He snarled.
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Tom was bored. It had been nearly two days now. He and his people slept in the traveling tents that they brought with them. His of course was one of the largest ones. He pulled out an apple, chewing thoughtfully. No one had felt powerful to him. Not enough anyways. It was highly disappointing, but not surprising. He would have to enter in a matter of minutes. He really hated the hunt. Mostly because he had 'hunted' for a mate for 18 years without success.
Once he had been as enthusiastic as the rest of the alphas. He could smell their excitement. It was overpowering at times. Alphas had a need to claim, to bite. It was in their natures. He knew this and had always been careful where he bit his many bed warmers. If he came close to biting their necks, then he would have had to deal with someone claiming he had bonded with them. Ludicrous really. As a real claiming bite was infused with magic. Of that he was sure he had never come close too.
It wasn't like he didn't hunger for someone to care for, he did actually want that person. He would not settle though, no they had better be equal. He was too strong to take a weaker omega. He would crush their magical cores if he would bond with them.
He needed them strong in spirit too. He knew his own personality. A weak back bone would bow too often to his cankerous ways. Not that he wanted someone to nag at him either. More just someone who could talk and debate with him.
His family did not understand this. They just wanted an heir. Just find a mate and breed them. That was the motto of his family.
He was being unfair. Many alphas and omegas didn't believe in true bonding. In finding someone who not only matched you but empowered you to do great things. No, as long as an alpha mated an omega, and beta mated beta, they were happy. All of this done as humanly possibly too. People like Tom, who waited for a good match, who wanted something different, were rare.
Probably why most were only able to give birth to weaker magical cored children. His mother had been rather weaker than her parents, and they were weaker than her grandparents. In fact, it was because they didn't see much quality in Merope, a weaker beta, that she was allowed to bond to whomever she wished.
Tom senior had not been a nice man. He had however, enjoyed toying with women. Tom's mother had been just one of many who had fallen for the charming façade. Sadly, she had been the first to be up the duff so to speak. His father had tried to deny it. By law he had been expected to bond with her. Though not unlawful to carry a child before a bonding, both families looked down on it.
However, they were expecting a child and that could not be ignored. They had been practically forced to bond. Merope gave birth to Tom, naming him after his wayward father who didn't bother hiding his many lovers over the early years of Tom's life. Tom had watched his mother break from loneliness just a little bit more each time his father brought in a new fling.
Abruptly, when Tom had been but 11, his father had mysteriously died. Many assumed Merope's family or even Tom senior's family themselves had taken him out. Pride could be a great motivator to rid yourself of a disappointment. Tom had never told anyone what actually happened, and probably never would.
"My Lord, it is time." Tom looked up at his black-haired healer. Severus was his top healer, and a master at making potions. At the moment, Tom would really like to throw his apple at the slim man's face. Instead, he took a last bite, and tossed the core into the bushes as he walked out of his encampment. The animals would finish what was left of it.
He stood behind the rest of the alphas. The stronger groups. He let them walk in ahead of himself. Not bothering to hurry. When he noticed the blond head of Draco ahead of him, doing the exact same thing, his dignity forced him to move it along faster. Wouldn't due to act like a 17 year old.
Tom jumped towards the branches above. He would keep to the treetops. Otherwise, the omegas would try to entice him with their overly sweet smells and perfumes. Not that it ever worked. He had seen a couple eyeballing him with greedy eyes. Rolling his own, safely hidden within the trees, he journeyed as far from the center of the main hunting ground as he could get.
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Harry felt like a fool. He had done so well until this moment. Today was the last day. He had successfully bypassed most of the alphas. The first ones claiming weaker omegas anyways. The second rush had been easy to manipulate away. All he really needed to do was outwit them or if all else failed, flare a bit of magic at them. He was stronger than anyone so far. Alphas hated that, and they honestly would get themselves hurt if they tried to bond with Harry. He had not taken into fact one stubborn cheating scumbag of an alpha.
Piers was smirking in a way that meant he assumed Harry's downfall. Harry's own lips were curling in distaste that meant he would take great pleasure in cutting off the alpha's balls, at the earliest convenience, and then happily shove them down his throat.
It had started out as a rather pleasant day. Until this pointy nosed git got in his way. He had tried to reason it out with the fool. He wasn't that smart, but he was apparently smarter than Harry gave him credit for. Maybe he can wipe his own ass? Who knew!
The alpha had cheated, with the help of his loyal rats. The pain in his ankle was throbbing but he could ignore it. Just like all the other pain he had worked through over the years.
That's what pissed Harry off the most. He should have known that people like Piers didn't play fair. Ganging up on one omega to force a bond was indecent. Which is why he should have expected it from some of the rattier ones.
"You really want to do this? Its highly irregular Piers." Harry tried, glaring at the other three alphas. They were all smirking at him. Harry shivered. They were eyeing him up like delicious meat. He refocused. "You know my magic is too powerful."
Piers, of course did not like being reminded that Harry was stronger. Harry had practically blasted him away, along with a few other of the alphas he had brought as back up, when they had come into the clearing.
"Come now Harry, you know you'd enjoy me. I could make your world." Piers was trying to be sexy; he came out as pitiful.
"Nah, Piers you know you can't match my magic, besides," Harry glanced up and down Piers, twisting his lip in distaste again. "You're not my type." The other three alphas snickered loudly. They were obviously loving the game. Piers snarled. Obviously, Piers was not.
"Omega whore!" he screeched. Reaching for Harry, who sidestepped easily, and that forced Piers to stumble into a muddy puddle. His feet and pants leg soon drenched and nearly stuck. Harry ignored the jolt of pain that shot up his leg at his sudden movement.
"Now, is that anyway to approach an omega intended, calling them such delightful names." Harry drawled.
"GET HIM!" Piers screamed, eyes bulging as he attempted to pull his leg from the mud. He felt humiliated. He would teach this omega a lesson. The other there grinned before surrounding Harry.
Harry sighed. This was going to suck.
For a bit, he seemed to be doing well, even when Piers joined in. He evaded and crackled his magic at them just enough to drive them off. Then Harry felt himself trip on something at his feet, he tumbled, his ankle giving another horrible throb of pain. He didn't' let it keep him down. He quickly rolled to the side when one of the boys tried to pin him. Looking down at his feet he snarled.
"Wire Cord! You bring illegal things into the hunt! You're not allowed to use things like this to trip me up!" Harry growled. He ripped the cord from around his legs. Sure, they could trip or trap him using means found within the forest, but they couldn't bring weapons of their own, not string or cord to lay traps. It was unfair to the omegas and immoral. How could an omega trust an alpha who resorted to such things?
"Not like anyone could do a thing if you're bonded." Piers shouted. Harry turned, throwing his leg out in a right kick, hitting Piers in the stomach. The alpha wheezed and snarled again. "Enough games! Teach him his place!"
Abruptly Harry saw flashes of silver.
Knifes
They had real weapons. This was far past illegal and immoral. They wanted to cause him pain for pains sake. Eyes wide harry knew he would need to act quickly.
With deadly speed he threw up a shield as one knife swished forward, it grazed the magic and bounced the tallest alpha on his ass. Harry then punched the shorter alpha in the face, turned and brought his left leg up this time, watching it connect with the last man's skull with a thick snap. The man went down in a heap.
Breathing heavily, Harry turned again, readying himself. "Use magic!" Piers shouted.
All-round him blasts of magic slammed into him. It wasn't strong but it was nearly endless and gave little time for Harry to counteract. One hit his legs, he stumbled, his ankle spasming. It distracted him long enough.
He gasped in pain as he felt something sharp pierce his side. He looked up at Piers, who was standing behind him smirking evilly.
"Your Mine!" He growled. He grabbed Harry and threw him to the ground. Harry gasped, the pain in his side telling him that Piers had cut him, and it hurt. Harry tried to stand but his face was slammed into the dirt, he felt something cut his eyebrow. He cried out again and tried to fight back, angry and frustrated. This was not right!
Piers laid on top of him, pinning him to the ground. His mouth coming to Harry's neck. Harry could smell his disgusting breath. "You're going to know your place when I'm done with you, omega, you'll learn to be obedient." He warned. Then the teeth set on his flesh.
Tears threated to fall as Harry closed his eyes, "NO!" Then it felt like power slammed out of him. Piers was thrown off, slamming into a tree. A thick crunching echo blasted out into the forest.
Inhaling heavily Harry crawled to his knees. He had to run, to get out of here. He could feel blood leaking down his face. He tasted it in his mouth and spat it out.
"Stupid omega!" Piers coughed, holding his side. His eyes gleamed ominously. "Fuck this hunt, you're going to get it right now, I'll let my friends have a go too. You'll be tainted!" He screamed.
Harry shivered. Fear sliding down his spine worse than before. I won't let you! I'll use everything I have; I'll release all of my magic!
"UGH!" Harry snapped his head up, his thoughts interrupted by the pained scream.
Piers was curled into himself, his arms twisted behind him almost to the point of ripping his arms off. Tears ran down the alphas face. "Who? What-what are you doing?" Piers wailed. Harry just blinked.
Then the other three alphas screamed. Harry glanced around. They were all in similar predicaments. Their arms twisted and practically pulled out of their sockets. He wasn't doing this though.
Then he felt it. How could he not have felt it before? Power….so much of it. It was dark, seductive, and it sent a shiver of a different kind down the omega's spine. As did the silky voice that followed.
"You'll find that illegal contraband and depraved actions within the hunting grounds is punished quite severely." Harry looked up and stared into the crimson eyes of their leader.
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Tom was not amused. He was also heavily bored. He had slept high in a tree the night before. He had allowed warming magic to keep him from freezing. It was not a comfortable rest. Glancing around as he jumped from branch to branch, he spotted a few omegas hiding in brush, smirking to themselves as alphas tracked them. None of them felt right of course, so Tom didn't' bother.
A few times an omega would 'accidentally' cross his path, act panickily and run away, glancing back to make sure the ruse worked. Tom never gave chase. It almost amused him to see the same omega do this a couple of times before they grasped it was not working.
He sighed as he rested against the topmost part of the large tree, he currently resided in. Half the day was over. He had until night fall then this horrid ordeal would once again be over…. until next year.
Suddenly he heard yelling. His eyebrows quirked. Glancing down he saw an omega, surrounded by four alphas. It was rather unethical to group up like this, but it did happen. It would not work of course.
IF the omega were too powerful for one of them to bind him then it was unlikely a bond would work if all four held him while the one bit him. Usually, the biter would be shocked or even blasted off on rare occasions. He settled down to watch the show. He felt slightly guilty not helping, but it wasn't really illegal and until he saw something to be worried about, he wouldn't stop it.
He was mildly impressed with the omega's stamina. He snarked and belittled the alphas, which was rather amusing. He definitely had backbone.
The omega unexpectedly tripped on something, which confused Tom, as he couldn't see how. The boy had been graceful so far. Then the omega snarled about cords and traps. Ah! An illegal contraband, how disgraceful Tom thought disgustingly.
The men were worthless then, to use tools outside to find mates. He went to stand, ready to intervene at last, when the omega kicked one of the fools in the stomach. Smirking he leaned back against the bark and chuckled. The omega seemed to have it all taken care of.
Then he saw the knifes. He nearly saw red. That was it! He readied himself to jump. He heard a loud crack. He blinked in shock. The omega had thrown up a shield and one alpha had literally been pushed away by it, hitting the grown hard.
He didn't realize he had frozen, watching in both admiration, and slight amusement, as the tiny dark-haired omega proceeded to kick the alphas' asses. Crossing his arms, he leaned back again to enjoy the show. They deserved it.
Then they used magic. All at once. They were complete morons. They could kill the omega with so much power thrown around.
Growling he vaulted from the tree. He smelt the blood and realized one had come up from behind the omega, slashing him from behind his back.
Tom felt as though is magic was bursting from his own skin, he was so angry. His magic was always unpredictable when his rage came to play. He sped up, watching as the omega was roughly thrown down and pinned beneath a weak alpha.
Snarling Tom brought his magic to the front, only to freeze as the weaker alpha was thrown into a tree. By powerful magic. Strong, beautiful and…intoxicating magic. Tom could almost taste it from here. He felt his body give an involuntary quiver. That's new.
"Stupid omega!" The alpha spat, "Fuck this hunt, you're going to get it right now, I'll let my friends have a go too. You'll be tainted!" Tom's magic unfurled.
The alpha cried out in pain. Tom ignored him. His fury was nearly suffocating him. How dare this alpha harm and threaten the omega.
"You'll find that illegal contraband and depraved actions within the hunting grounds is punished quite severely." He spoke softly, everyone would hear him after all. His magic willed it to.
Tom took a good look at the omega who had amused him this whole time. He stared down into bright green eyes. His eyes glittered almost unearthly. They were a striking deep green, the color of the trees after they had a good rain, healthy and strong.
Blood dripped down the youthful face, the omega's right hand curled against the cut to his side. He had dark hair, wild and tangled with branches. His ceremonial robes were blood stained, ripped and dirty.
His lips were chapped but full and red. His skin was slightly tanner then his own, and he could see it was already blooming several bruises.
Tom couldn't' help but be enamored. The omega looked half fey.
No, this astonishing omega would not be bonded to the sick beast that threatened to share him with others. Tom very much wanted him for himself. I want to hunt this omega.
He was startled by the thought. Then a smile curled his lips. He wanted to hunt; he had never felt that way before. He wanted it, therefore he needed to make it happen. He glanced over the boys injures. First things first.
He approached swiftly, ignoring how the boy flinched, he kneeled.
"Relax, I am merely going to heal your wounds. They are not deep but are causing you discomfort." He explained. The man just stared, but he didn't move away. Taking the small nod he got as assent, he waved his hand, magic pouring out and into the boy's many cuts. He watched as the skin stitched itself up. The bruises faded. He spent a some time on the boys ankle, it had nearly broken by the feel of his magic.
He would need to see a healer. Later.
After the omega was securely within his caravan, on his way back to their home. For now, this would do. He wanted a true hunt after all. It would not do to have the man weakened. That would not be right.
"Do you have water?" He inquired. Swallowing the boy pointed towards a bag laying against the ground, as though thrown. It must have happened while they fought. Nodding, Tom stood and made his way over to the boy's belongings. He lifted the strap and brought it back to the omega. The boy pulled out a water skin, drank deeply, then used the rest to quickly clean his face and hands. Tom could only stare.
The omega was beautiful indeed. He had dark long eyelashes. Even longer than Tom's own. His face was softer than Tom's but still had the high check bones and defined chin. He had a rather cute nose and plump lips. His wild hair fell to his shoulders. He watched as the omega pulled it back and tied it at the nap of his neck. He could not help but stare at the soft skin. His eyes narrowed, he wanted this one, he knew it now more then ever.
"What will happen to them?" Tom blinked. He glanced around at the four mostly unconscious alphas. He had almost forgotten about them.
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Harry got the impression that Tom, their leader, had completely forgotten about the four alphas he currently had tied up with his magic. Harry snorted in bemusement at his befuddled face. Their leader looked at Harry in astonishment. He obviously was not laughed at often.
"Did you actually forget about them?" He chuckled. Tom blinked before, rather sheepishly grinning himself. Harry couldn't help but find it endearing, oddly enough.
"Its not like they are that important." He tried to put on airs, which only resulted in another snort from Harry. They both ignored the indigent huffs from the alphas.
"Seriously, what will happen to them?" Harry asked, concerned. They were awful alphas, especially Piers. Dudley wasn't even this bad, and that was saying something. Dudley was many things, but a rapist wasn't one of them. He shivered at the thought of what Piers wanted to do to him. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He couldn't help the flinch, but he was surprised that it somewhat calmed him.
"They will all be punished of course. I will send a messenger to my guards. They will have a trial, then be sentenced. The evidence is overwhelming. I'm not sure what the punishment will be but the knifes alone will be severe. The fact he attempted …." Harry felt a squeeze on his shoulder. "To do what he attempted means he will be punished more than his fellows."
Harry nodded, satisfied. Piers was dangerous. He should never be allowed an omega, that was for damn sure.
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Tom waved his hand again and all four men were tied together. They all instantly fell asleep. He flipped his wrist and tied them to a thick tree for good measure. Satisfied he glanced around for a good envoy. He noticed green eyes wide and staring. He couldn't help puffing up in alpha pride. His intended omega looked awed by the show of magic. He was instantly irritated with himself, but he supposed he should get used to these little quirks that came with finding his mate. And he would be his mate.
"How will you send a message?" The boy asked. He looked curiously up at Tom and the alpha preened even more. Damn it! Oh well.
"Watch." He softly intoned. Then he placed his palm on the earth. He waited. His magic softly seeping into the ground. Through roots and soil. He looked through borrows and dens. His magic passed by nests with eggs and hidey holes full of rodents. Then he felt it. Smiling he beckoned the creature.
Pulling back his magic, he waited. Watching in amusement as the omega glancing around confusedly. He looked adorable, which only made the alpha sigh. Looks like this whole instinct's thing was real.
"OH!" The boy gasped. His eyes round. Smirking Tom and the younger man watched as a black snake slowly slithered out of the roots of a tree. It was long, but thin. Dark black and brown on closer expression. He wondered how the omega would respond. Most people were not that into snakes.
"How beautiful!" The younger man practically cooed. He shifted closer to the snake.
Tom blinked. He had never had that reaction before. Sometimes Bella would coo at some of his more dangerous snakes, but most people were quite fine to be separated from them.
"Is it true you can speak to them?" The man asked, tilting his head cutely. Damn it, Tom! Stop with the cute stuff!
"Yes, my family has long had an affinity with serpents of all kinds." He coughed.
"Neat." When the omega had nothing else to add, Tom gave the snake his message, he used his magic to make the snake glow for a moment. Then it slithered on its way.
"So will they pick up on your magic and know to follow it here?" Tom sharply turned back to the omega. Had the man figured it out simply by watching him add his magic or had he understood his orders to the snake.
"You can understand them?" Tom questioned quietly. Not many of his people could. His mother and grandfather and uncle were three. His good healer friend Severus was another. Not many others alive could. None outside his Hogwarts. Until now it seemed.
"Mostly, I used to hang out in the forest a lot. Sometimes they would find me. I didn't stay at home much when I was younger." The omega shrugged.
It was not as if Tom needed another reason to want the omega. However, this was a major plus. His family would approve, not that he cared but it would be beneficial to have them onside.
Nodding he stood up, offering his hand. The boy looked up, unsure, guarded, before taking it. Tom gently lifted him. He pulled him a little too close to his body. He couldn't help himself.
He could smell the omega, not too sweet, just enough. No ungodly perfume, just the sweet calling of untouched, strong and healthy omega. He inhaled. He felt the body near him shiver.
Abruptly Tom's eyes flew open. He was also smelling, tasting, feeling and submerging himself in something else. Something more potent than any perfume.
Magic.
The boy was wafting in strong magic. He had felt it before when he had thrown the other alpha. He had not felt it when on the podium before the hunt had started. No one had felt this powerful. He wondered how the boy had hidden it. He wanted him more then ever.
Swallowing he glanced down into startled emerald eyes. Slowly he let the man pull away. He took several steps back. They stared at each other.
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Well Fuck.
That was all Harry could honestly think. The man was staring at him. With the eyes of the hunter.
That could not be true. Harry was powerful, he got that. He also knew that currently his power was steaming off his skin in waves. He supposed nearly being beaten, raped and possibly killed would take off any binding that he had developed.
Tom, their chief, the lord of their people couldn't want Harry just for that. He was a back water Surrey rat. He was not as pretty as other omegas, nor as well known. He had no real family to claim him. His own would cast him out rather then let him have a good match. His adoptive family only went so far. No Tom could not want him.
And yet it was obvious that he did.
Harry took in a deep breath and took another step back. The tall alpha braced his legs apart. His stance was recognizable. It meant ready to chase, ready to hunt.
His blood red eyes were screaming at him. Run, run run!
Harry pulled his pack on his shoulder. He never thought he would participate for real. He never wanted to be caught. However, unlike the fools tied to the trees, and all the other alphas, Harry knew this one would not give in easily. This would be a real hunt.
Fine. If that is how it will be then Harry would give his all.
Harry pulled in his magic. He watched the realization cross the alpha's face. He had figured out how Harry had hidden his gifts. The raven knew it was nearly unheard of to hide one's magical strength. Needs must though, and Harry had needed others to think him simple. As the alpha questioned the absence of magic in the air, Harry used that moment to push his magic into the earth. Sand flew into the alpha's eyes; Harry turned and ran.
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Tom coughed, using his magic quickly to dissipate the horrid sand cloud. Smirking he tried to follow, nearly falling over when he realized his feet had been wrapped in tree roots.
Smart omega his inner alpha purred.
Tom himself was smarting a little at the indignity of it, but his alpha was laughing. Quickly he slashed through them with magic, only for more to wrap around him. Growling he realized they were not just roots. They were part of Devil's Snare.
The omega was an imp for sure, was the only thing he could think of as he used fire to burn away the deadly plant.
I'm coming sweet one.
Through the trees Tom chased. The little omega would always be slightly ahead of him. Branches would fall into his way, and birds would fly into his face. He was surprised at the boy's magic. Not only had said boy managed to hide his signature again, but he was also still using it to thwart his hunt.
He would not let the boy go though. No omega had ever interested him like this. None had ever come remotely close, and the boy showed interest in Tom. He had not missed the swift intake of air or the shivers running down that small frame when Tom touched him. No, they were meant to be mated. Tom had waited for him long enough.
Hours passed this way, Tom testing his little omega as they hunted. The omega in turn testing Tom, though the alpha felt the omega probably had not realized what he was doing.
No, the omega was undeniably testing him, if a bit unknowingly. He was being tested as an alpha, as a future mate, like all omegas do.
Tom purred in satisfaction before gasping in annoyance. He had stepped in a puddle of water. Then sunk deep into it. The little puddle was gone. His foot was sunk into the ground.
He growled. He must look ridiculous at the moment. His right leg sunk into the earth, his left forced to kneel. Sighing, he pushed his magic, dissolving the earth again. Pulling his leg free he glanced around.
"Little omega, you are a prankster at heart I see." He whispered, smirking. "I'll catch you soon enough." Chuckling he jumped into the trees again.
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Harry gasped, grabbing hold of a branch to keep from falling. He was out of breath and exhausted. The stupid alpha wouldn't quit. He had not even stopped for a break. Harry glared at the sun. It was almost down. Then this would be done with.
The alpha couldn't be serious about wanting Harry. For merlin's sake, Tom was the lord of their people. How could he choose Harry? He had never chosen anyone! Why was he any different?
Harry sighed, rubbing his face. The first few hours Harry had deluded himself in thinking he was doing all this to escape the bonding that the man wanted to form with him. The last hour though…Harry knew he was going off instincts.
His omega was amused, aroused and impressed by the alpha. His instincts were telling him to test him, to force him to show he was capable of being his alpha, his mate and his bonded. Harry needed to know he would take care of him; he shook his head at the thought.
He had never once wanted that. He had always wanted to be free, to be independent, to be…. alone. Tears welled up in his eyes. It was a lie, and he knew it.
He had tried to make his aunt, uncle and cousin care, and they hadn't. He had sought out others then, the red heads and Hermione being the topmost on his list. He wanted companionship. He hated loneliness.
But…I'm scared. What if he doesn't care…what if he gets what he wants and leaves me alone again. I couldn't take it, I don't' want to be alone anymore.
Harry snarled. He was stronger than that. He would survive it, he wouldn't like it, but he would. If there were children, well they would keep him from feeling that overwhelming loneliness. He shook his head and started walking again. Harry was acting like Tom would catch him. The omega hadn't given up yet.
The yet in his thoughts was not helping. He heard a branch snap. Lurching sideways he ran. Jumping weaving. He could feel the alpha's magic. This was it, he was sure. The feel of the magic made him think that the alpha was done chasing.
Breathing heavily Harry came to a stop. There was a small waterfall going down to a little body of water that wasn't quite large enough to be a lake.
Any other time he would have found it beautiful. Right now, he saw it as a dead end. Snarling he turned, pulling up his magic. Whipping it out fiercely. He knew this was the last stand.
Magic curled around him, pushing his own back. He roared again, fighting, thrashing. Harry was nothing if not stubborn. Tom, it seemed, was more so, or Harry was just too tired.
Harry felt long fingers curl around his wrists. Bringing them together. One of the alpha's arm slid around his waist.
"No more running, little omega." Tom purred. His magic drowning Harrys as he fought the hold, his own magic weak after so many hours of using it. He was not used to that, and it was his downfall. He saw the alpha grin triumphantly. Glaring back Harry reacted. He would not be mocked.
He slipped down, kicked his leg around the alpha's legs and twisted. Wide red eyes stared back speechless. Then they were falling, but not the way Harry had meant. Instead, they fell towards the water. Harry had a last thought that maybe he was too stubborn after all. Then arms tightened around him, and they hit the water.
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Tom had been astonished at how stubborn his omega was, but he still found him delightfully beautiful as he snarled at him. His lovely green eyes flashing angerly and full of pride. It was rather nice to watch such a wonderous display.
When he had thought he had finally won, he had grinned in trumpet. The boy had seemed to take offence to that, as next thing Tom knew they were falling, past a waterfall and right into the cold water below.
Instinctively, Tom pulled the man into his arms, turning so the alpha's back hit the surface first. The cold hit him like a hammer. It was freezing, and they were sinking. He realized the omega and he could not survive in the icy water long. With his magic he forced them to fly into the air.
He wasn't graceful, and they slammed, hard, into the embankment. He fell on top of the boy. The alpha quickly pulled up, checking the boy over. Assured that nothing was broken he let himself take in the creature who would be by his side, whom he would care for, who he had finally found.
He noticed the boy was still being stubborn, weather from pride or just instinct he continued to wiggle and struggle, glaring up at him. For several moments he just watches the omega.
He knows the younger man will eventually tire himself out and realize he has been caught. Tom is barely holding onto the man. After a few more moments the omega, exhausted mentally, physically and magically and probably emotionally goes limp.
Tom takes this time to really see his future mate. The little omega is breathless, gasping, his wide green eyes flashing with emotion. His skin is flushed, and water slowly slides down his slim tan neck. His wild dark hair lays wet around his fey like features. Though the omegas magic is drained, Tom can still taste the delicious power vibrating along the younger man's flesh.
Tom now feels the need to claim, to covert, to possess this striking creature as his own. To never allow another the chance to lay atop him. Leaning down he takes the man by his hair, gently but firmly twisting the man's face to expose the tender flesh of his neck. His eyes narrow on the younger man's heartbeat, clearly beating erratically. Swallowing, he growls softly, leans down and licks the soft skin.
The omega let's out a soft whine, and he quickly reassures the submissive with a deep throated purr. He nuzzles at his neck, scenting him, calming him.
"Hush, little one, it's over now, calm down and let go." He feels as the omega stiffens, before letting out a sigh, his body relaxing again. Nodding proudly, the dominant pressed his lips to the flesh again, and whispers, "Good, good, my darling, you are mine," he feels the boy shiver, then he sinks his teeth deeply into his skin.
The submissive gasped, going even more limp than before, as Tom pumps his magic into the mark, claiming him forever.
After a few minutes Tom releases the flesh, licks the wound closed, cleaning the blood. Kissing the skin once more he pulls back and stares into the striking eyes of his mate.
"Yes, you are mine, and I am yours darling." Green eyes widened, before Tom strikes again, this time claiming his mate's lips, in a tender yet powerful kiss.
Tom pulled back after many minutes of ravishing the already highly addictive mouth. He licks the bruised flesh, smirking at the gasps leaving the plump lips.
He lifts his mate into his strong arms. Like all omega, the younger man is weakened from the claim. He carries him to the water, gently washes their faces and arms, before making sure his mate has some water to drink. Tom does a quick spell to dry their clothing.
He is more weakened than he thought as their clothing doesn't dry completely. He will need to take care on the way back. He will need to protect his mate. Tom starts the track back to the entrance of the forest.
"What is your name my darling?" Green eyes roll, and the look Tom gets clearly says, 'Now you ask?'
"I was a little involved with the chase I have to admit, but I do wish to know you fully darling, my name is Tom." Though few did not know their leader's name. The boy sighed again, his eyes drooping in exhaustion.
"Harry," was softly spoken. Smiling as his mate fell into a well-earned slumber, Tom continued to the forest entrance. His family would be ecstatic, after all these years, he had found an equal.
"Sleep Harry, I shall get us home."
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You could have asked for his name Tom!
I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter to The Hunt.
This chapter was mostly written but I needed to rewrite several scenes. Still not sure it came out the way I wanted but I enjoyed writing it! Hedwig is such a sweetie. Please Review and comment! Thanks for the follows and reviews so far, they made my night!
Until next time everyone,
Anavas88