Ruined Omega

Chapter 1

UNDESIRABLE OMEGA!

By: Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter, the Chosen One, is confirmed to be an Omega according to a reliable source. It is indescribable how scandalous this is. Harry Potter, age 16, the one person who is said to be able to stand up to You-Know-Who, is a simple Omega, the lowest of our hierarchy! Not to insult or even suggest that being an Omega is bad, for as we all know that that is far from true, however my point, dear readers, is that it is troublesome that the fate of the wizarding world is left not to a strong, level-headed Alpha, but to someone who once a month suffers from hormones. A boy who, once a month, go into heat and become emotional and barely fit to do anything but laze about (at least that is how this Beta presumes how Omegas spend their heats unattended). I do not know about you readers, but I do not feel safe at all with the thought that our fate lies in the hands of this Omega. The boy has always been on the sides of hysteria, such as all of last years' antics as well as the preposterous interview written by yours truly (under protest) in the raving and idiotic tabloid article called 'The Quibbler.' I cannot but wonder what will happen if, during an important confrontation with a Dark Wizard or You-Know-Who, the Omega Harry Potter would fall into his heat? I do not even want to think about this.

Furthermore, he was an Omega who presented early when he was fourteen when I met him. I always had a feeling there was something queer about him, but he never opened up and talked about it. Was he ashamed? Why was he trying to keep his second gender a secret? We all had expectations that he would be an Alpha, I will not lie, but to go around lying that he was? To pretend that he was something that he is not. That is completely unforgivable. Omegas have pride in who they are, especially male Omegas, and for Harry to hide that, to throw that away is an insult not only to his fellow Omegas but to all of Wizarding Community. We are lucky to have this distinction from regular muggles, who are all left in a mess of people. We pride ourselves on who we are: both as magical beings and where we fall on the Hierarchy of Alpha/Beta/Omega. For shame, Harry Potter, for shame for what you have done. For ignoring who you are, pretending that you are an Alpha, and for putting everyone here, in your community, a horrible name.

But dear readers, there is a reason for all of this. A reason that my reliable source revealed along with this spicy information! The reason why Harry Potter has hidden his Omega status to the world is simple: He is ruined. Yes, my readers, you have read that correctly, not only is our Chosen One is an Omega who tried to trick us all about his second gender, but he is also a Ruined Omega. For my innocent readers who have never heard the term, allow me to explain in simple terms. Harry Potter, the Omega, has had a relationship in his fourth year that did not start a courtship, yet he has started his heats ever since! Such a loose boy, toying with an Alpha's heart and using the poor Alpha for his fill. Who knows how many Alphas this ruined omega has drifted from? We all must remember the close relationship Harry had with the dearly departed Alpha Cedric Diggory. Was Harry's entrance into the Triwizard Tournament just a ruse to get Alpha's attention? Or perhaps was it a way to learn so the could more properly trick us? We will never know, except that the longest of his little line of Alphas was an innocent student from Durmstrang whose identity is not known.

We here at the Daily Prophet have all decided to come together to shame Harry Potter. Shame him for making a mockery of us. Shame him for making a mockery of our traditions, our ways, and beloved hierarchy. And we demand that Harry Potter gets in contact with us in order to defend his character. As for the Alphas whom this Omega has played with, we offer our deepest sympathies and support in this trying time and ask that you come forward so that the true nature of Harry Potter's ruse is known, and that the young Omega can fully repent.

We are living in Dark Times, dear readers, and we do not have time to worry about if a ruined Omega will pull himself together in order to save us all. We must find a new savior, a new prophecy, for Harry Potter will only bring ruin to us all.

A very beautiful teenage boy cried in his room. He was small for his age, and rather slender and lean with faint muscles gained from a mixture of starvation and Quidditch. He had raven locks cut short in frustration, along with beautiful emerald eyes that were hidden behind round glasses. A soft nose and cupid's bow lips finished his face as the rest of his body were hidden in clothes too big for him, all second hand from his cousin. The crying teen had the latest issue of the Daily Prophet opened in front of him. A smiling picture of himself greeted him, along with the long article that caused his heartbreak and tears. He did not know who told Skeeter about him, about his past love, but it hurt all the same. It felt like a dagger piercing his already broken heart from the loss of his godfather, the only man who was a real father figure to him.

It was only the beginning of summer vacation, and Dumbledore has told him to stay with his muggle relatives, despite the numerous times he begged and pleaded the old man not to send him there. The muggles hated him just as much as he hated and feared them. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were the worst, being the more physical of the three. Aunt Petunia just glared at him and sneered insults whenever he messed up. At that moment, Harry felt completely and utterly alone.

The room felt like it was shrinking down upon him. Harry closed into himself tighter, the concerned hooting of his owl falling onto deaf ears as Harry continued to cry, wondering how did they find out? How did Skeeter learn this? He wasn't trying to deceive anyone! He didn't leave it as a secret! He didn't deny that he was an Omega! His friends knew! All of them! Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville—all of Gryffindor knew that Harry was an Omega. Was it one of them? Could they have sold Harry out? Why? What did he do? No. No, it couldn't be. The room was getting smaller and he could not even start to doubt his friends. They will see this as the lies that it is. But still, it hurt. It hurt Harry so deeply it was hard to breathe.

The room was unbearably small now, Harry's body felt uncomfortable. He wanted to run—needed to run. So he did. He sprang out of bed, tears still falling from his eyes and he ran. Uncle Vernon's threats did not reach him. Aunt Petunia's yelling did not fall on him. Harry just ran out of the house, away from it all, and down the multiple streets until houses became sparse and the forest overtook it all. Trees shaded him from the burning sun, not that Harry noticed. He kept running, his chest feeling too constricted around his heart and lungs. His eyes were blurry from crying, so it was only a matter of time that Harry tripped over a root and fell.

The Omega did not even try to get back up, instead, he just laid there and cried, hoping that his tears would drain away all of his emotions.

The sun was giving way to the night sky when Harry's tears started to slow down, and he heard something hissing around him. "Why do you cry, child?"

"Huh?" Harry looked up. A snake who was wider than his wrist was making its way to him. Its scales were perfectly green, and it looked impossibly long. Harry winced and sat up. The snake hissed warningly at the sudden movement, but Harry sat still, and the snake continued towards him. "You have magic, I can smell it. I must wonder then why this child cries."

"I cry because I'm sad," Harry answered, shocking the snake as it stopped to stare at him. Harry as shocked as well at how easy it was for him to slip into Parseltongue.

"The child understands?"

"I do," Harry hissed.

"Then tell me why is it that you are sad, child," the snake said. It continued its approach towards Harry. Harry waited until the snake was directly in front of him to answer.

"They printed lies about me. They say I try to be an Alpha when I never did anything to hide my Omega gender. They said some awful things about me—things that nobody else should know," Harry hissed.

The snake stared at him for a moment before giving what Harry assumed was chuckling. "You wizards are all so weird to Nagini. Alpha, omega… these words hold nothing to snakes."

"I know, the dynamics, the hierarchy, of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas are a uniquely wizardly thing," Harry sighed.

"And confusing," Nagini hissed, sounding amused. "I do not understand, when I want a mate, I grab a male and toss him when I am done. Why must you wizards care for this dynamic?"

"It's in our blood," Harry sighed. "And it's totally not fair. I have all these responsibilities that they have thrust upon me. Responsibilities that nobody my age should face and yet—when they found out that I'm an Omega, I'm treated like a whore. A lying slut who only cares about collecting Alphas."

"And are you?"

"NO! NO, I AM NOT!" Harry yelled out, his voice hissing into the forest. He winced at his own volume and looked down at Nagini. "I'm sorry, Nagini."

"It is alright, little snake, you are right to be mad. If I were you, I would poison these liars and gobble them one by one," Nagini said. Harry smiled at that and bit his lower lip. His hand went cautiously towards the snake, stopping halfway. "Pet me, I do not mind," Nagini said. She moved her head to meet with Harry's hand. The teen petted Nagini cautiously before falling into a gentle groove. "What is your name, little snake?"

Harry glanced down at Nagini. "Harry," he said.

"Well, Harry, tell me then, what did they exactly lie about?" Nagini asked.

Harry sniffled. "They call me a ruined omega, which I guess I am. Two years ago I met a boy, an Alpha, and we were instantly attracted to each other. He caused me to go into an early heat, two years early, and he helped me in every way he can. He was my first and, at the time I thought my only. We were together for all of my heats. I was even his date to the Yule Ball! We held hands, went on dates… I really thought that he would be my Alpha. But he never claimed me. He never started to officially court me. At the end of the school year, he left without even a letter. I was so heartbroken, I cried and cried until I had no more tears. He was my only and he left me."

Nagini cocked her head sideways, looking confused. "I don't understand. How does this make you 'ruined'? You had a good time with an awful man. Why are you not the victim here?"

Harry gave a cold chuckle, "You have a lot to learn about Alphas and Omegas, Nagini."

"Then tell me, little snake," Nagini insisted.

Harry sighed and looked at the snake. "Can you please sit on my lap? I need to feel something against me. Please." The snake was heavier than she looked. Nagini slithered up onto Harry's lap, curling comfortably between his legs as the Omega continued to pet him. "Omega Males aren't rare, per se, but we aren't as common as Omega females. Our rarest quality or our most desirably is that we can have babies. To that appeal, is an Alpha's instinct to 'claim' an Omega's purity as their own. I'm ruined because I'm no longer pure. I've been with an Alpha many times, even when I didn't know what I was doing."

"That still makes no sense to me, Harry," Nagini said. "Sex is sex! We are supposed to feel good, yes?"

"Yes but still, I doubt I'll have any Alpha who would want to touch me after this, not to mention just everything going on with my 'family,'" Harry sneered.

"What is your family doing? And why does little snake sneer like that? Family is important. Nagini has her family in her Master. He cares for me and makes sure that I am well."

"Well I have nobody like that except for my friends, Ron and Hermione," Harry hissed bitterly. "My 'family' consists of three muggles, all of them awful. Look"—Harry lifted his shirt, revealing a long faded white scar just above his waist— "Uncle Vernon gave me that when I returned home last year after the Alpha left me. I kept crying for weeks and he was sick of it."

"Nasty things, muggles," Nagini hissed angrily, "Injuring my little snake like that! You should eat them! Paralyze them and gobble them up whole!"

Harry smiled and laughed at that. Looking ruefully at Nagini he petted her under her chin and said, "I cannot do that! My uncle and cousin are too fat to eat whole. Besides, I'm sure they all would taste disgusting."

"You will not know until you try, little snake," Nagini said.

Harry shook his head, "No, that still would lead to trouble I rather avoid." He looked up into the air and gasped, seeing that it was properly nighttime. "Oh shit!" He cursed, looking worried.

"Little snake, what is the matter?" Nagini asked.

"It's late out—I have to cook for my family or else I'll get in trouble," Harry panicked. "I'm sorry but I have to go!"

"Wait, I will take you to your home, little snake. I do not want you falling again in your haste," Nagini offered.

"Thank you," Harry said in English. He helped Nagini off of his lap and jumped up. "Go as quick as you can, I will keep up," Nagini said, and Harry was grateful for it. He did not want to get into any more trouble than he always was. The Omega ran as fast as he could, doing his best to remember his way out of the forest. His feet pounded on grass and leaves as he jumped to avoid any roots before the ground beneath him started to transition from grass to pavement and the trees around him turned into houses.

Number Four Privet Drive had its lights on as Harry ran up the small pathway to the front door. He heard a hiss and turned to see Nagini sitting in a garden windowsill. "Thank you," he hissed and walked inside.

Uncle Vernon was waiting for him. "I'm sorry," Harry said immediately, "I lost track of time and—" his face felt stinging pain as Uncle Vernon slapped him.

"I don't want your excuses boy," Uncle Vernon spat out, "I want dinner!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said. Uncle Vernon slapped him again, this time more painfully as his beady eyes glowered at him. "That was for ignoring your aunt and me when we yelled at you! You left your chores undone!"

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon, I'll make sure to do them today—"

"Not another word from you boy or I will get out the belt," Uncle Vernon warned. He pushed the door behind Harry closed and grabbed Harry but the scruff of his neck. The fat man dragged Harry to the kitchen and threw him towards the oven. "Cook!" he barked. "And be quick about it! There's a new episode of my show on tonight and you will be damned if I have to miss it because of your idiocy, you freak."

Harry heard a laugh and turned to see his cousin Dudley, a boy his age with equal parts fat and muscle, sitting at the table in the kitchen with a plate of snacks in front of him. Harry did his best to ignore him and turned to make dinner.

Uncle Vernon did in fact missed his show because they were eating dinner during it, well the Dursleys were eating dinner, Harry just had the scraps of it, so when he was done, Vernon just looked at Harry, "Go to your room," he said coldly.

Harry nodded and left the kitchen with his head down, the Omega's inner self crying at how weak the muggles made him feel. Uncle Vernon was in his room a few minutes later with a belt in hand. He lashed it at Harry, making sure that the buckle hit the boy. Harry was supposed to stand and take it, never crying or flinching, or else he will get more. Uncle Vernon got tired after thirty lashes and left the room, muttering at Harry to clean up before he ruins the carpet.

Harry didn't dare move until he was sure that Uncle Vernon was downstairs. He ran to the bathroom and took off his shirt to look at the new damage Uncle Vernon caused. His pale skin was marred with bruises and scars. There were deep red buckle imprints everywhere Uncle Vernon hit, some bleeding while others did not. With his wand and all other magical stuff locked in the cupboard, Harry had no way of healing these new marks. Instead, there was a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bag of cotton swabs. He grabbed both and sat on the toilet as he dipped the chemical onto the cotton swab and pressed the wet swab against his new cuts. He hissed at the bubbling sting; tears threatened to fall down once more. He kept the pressure until the bleeding stopped, then he moved to the next one. Afterward, he put everything away and flushed the swabs down because Aunt Petunia hates it when she sees the bloodied swabs in the wastebasket. Harry took a quick shower with cold water because the Dursleys don't allow him hot water.

When he was done, Harry returned to his room where he was forced to stay the rest of the night. Hopefully, if he was lucky, Dudley won't come in to bully him. So instead Harry was left with nothing much to do but to talk with Hedwig or reread the dreadful copy of the Daily Prophet which still sat on his bed mockingly. His thoughts turned to his strange new friend, Nagini. He wondered if she was alright if she was home with her Master as she called him, and if he treated him better than the Dursleys treated Harry. Of course, she was, Harry thought. Everybody in the world was better treated than he was. His eyes fell upon the newspaper once more and in a fit of rage, he grabbed it, crumbling it up and threw it as hard as he could against the wall.

He dreaded the news and reaction that will undoubtedly follow this. He did not want to face them and wished that everything would go away. But they didn't. He was still there, a single 'ruined' Omega, sitting in oversized secondhand clothes, in a house that did not love him. He wished he could go away, far away, but that would never happen. Dumbledore ordered him to stay, and so Harry will, by force if need be. Physically and emotionally exhausted, Harry slipped the clothes off of him, putting on pajamas and crawled into his bed, where even his covers were thin and falling apart. Shivering from either coldness or sadness, the Omega swallowed heavily to fight back the empty tears and fell asleep. He was not aware of the snake still watching him, now in his very own room, and silently, the snake wider than his wrist slithered away, happy about all the new stuff she was going to tell her Master about her new little snake.

A/N: Me: I'm going to take a break after these two stories are done. Also me: HERE IS A NEW STORY! Sigh... this will be uploaded every Wednesday, folks. Please enjoy and review.