Chapter 3

The Missing Son

Harry woke up hours later in a bed far comfier than anything he ever owned. His body jerked and he sat up to see that he was in a small bedroom. It looked more like an actual room than a cell, with the bed that Harry was sitting on, along with a desk with a mirror, a dresser, and a couple of chairs. The floor was wooden with an old rug and there was a window that overlooked the small lake.

"You're awake."

Harry looked around, finding Nagini sitting on the table. He glared at her. "YOU!" he yelled, "You stupid snake you betrayed me!"

"I did not betray you, I brought you to meet my Master," Nagini said, sounding hurt. "Don't talk to your Mother Snake like that, little one."

"Your Master is Voldemort! The evil madman who is trying to kill me!" Harry screamed.

"Master is not a madman! If you are just going to sit here and insult Master after he carried you into this room after you fainted, then I'll leave." Nagini said. She slithered off of the table and along the floor towards the door. Harry watched as it opened slightly for the snake to slither through before closing itself. Harry immediately jumped out of bed, groaning at the pain his bruises gave him. The Omega pushed through it and made his way to the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled, but it didn't budge. "Come on!" He cursed, pulling with all of his might. The door remained still with the doorknob rattling uselessly in his hands. "Stupid wood!" Harry said, kicking the door in frustration. He turned and looked around. His immediate thought was the window—he could break it, jump out and escape!

Harry to the window and looked down, frowning. They were on the second floor, and the lake was too far away for Harry to actually jump into. Besides, he didn't know how deep it was, and he did not know how to swim. But still, it was better than being trapped in this house with Voldemort. He turned, intending to grab one of the chairs, only to stop.

Lord Voldemort was sitting in the chair Harry was going to grab. He was picking at his fingertips, when he looked up, smirking. "Tell me, what exactly were you going to do after you have broken the window?" he said.

"You-you're going to kill me, then just do it," Harry said, doing his best to stand tall.

"Kill you? Why should I kill you when watching you look around hopelessly in this room is much more amusing," Voldemort smirked. "Besides, Potter, I just had to talk with you after some interesting news my dear Nagini shared my way."

"You sent her to trick me," Harry accused, "didn't you?"

"No, now please sit down and listen," Voldemort drawled, and without moving a wand or a hand, the second chair floated towards Harry, resting right behind him. For a split second, Harry thought about using that chair to break the window but decided better against it. He sat down. "Good boy," Voldemort chuckled. "I knew you could be a good Omega."

Harry only glared at the monster, but Voldemort ignored it. "My sweet Nagini, always a strange one, wouldn't you agree? I did not send her out to tempt you, Harry, I merely allowed her to roam around, knowing that she will always be safe. Nagini interacting with you was by her own design and intentions. You really should not have yelled at her; you almost made her cry."

Harry looked dejected and sighed, "Didn't mean to," he muttered. "Why aren't I dead?"

"Because I wish to talk with you," Voldemort purred. "The Daily Prophet has been saying such awful things about you. To think that what they've written would be in complete opposite to what Nagini whispered in my ear."

"Is this what this all about?" Harry raged, "You wanted to know if I'm a whore!?"

Voldemort laughed coldly, "I know you are no whore," he said. "Besides, I've no need for whores or omegas. I am more interested in who might have spilled your little secret personally."

Harry looked up at that, frowning. "My second gender is not a secret," he said. "It's not the world's business that I'm an Omega."

"True, true," Voldemort nodded. "Ahh, what is it my dear Nagini said? Ah yes, 'Harry is such an interesting little snake. He smells like Master and is being treated worse than house-elves. Fat Muggles make him cry.' Now is that true, Harry, are fat muggles really making you cry?" He smirked, clearly amused in this situation.

Harry looked up at Voldemort. "Would that amuse you?" he asked. "Would it make you happy knowing that I'm beaten daily at the place I'm forced to call home? That every day I live in fear, not of you, but whether or not this will be the day that Uncle Vernon goes too far. That even now, I probably have broken bones and scarred skin not because of you and your followers, but because my Uncle decided to use the belt or the cane instead of his fists. Does that amuse you, Lord Voldemort?"

"Abused," Voldemort muttered. "You have been abused? How? Why haven't you lashed out against them?"

"I wanted to, but I feel weak. They take way my wand and I feel weak and alone," Harry admitted.

Wand?" Voldemort sneered. "You don't need a wand, little Omega, to do magic." He waved his hand and small things around the room floated for a moment before landing peacefully.

"Well I can't, the place makes me feel weak," Harry said, still looking at the monster before him with a hard glare. Voldemort raised the skin above his eye as though raising an eyebrow, even though he had none. "Uncle Vernon just beats me and beats me. Happy? Now, will you kill me or not?"

"No, I am not done," Voldemort continued. "I am too curious about why you smell like me."

"She must have made a mistake."

"Nagini does not make a mistake," Voldemort said. He snapped his fingers. A loud hissing filled the room, and Harry saw Nagini slithering between them.

"Yes, Master?" Nagini hissed. She looked over at Harry, her voice going flat. "Hello, rude little snake."

"I'm sorry," Harry said automatically.

"Nagini, describe to me precisely how Potter smells," Voldemort ordered.

The snake looked between Voldemort and Harry. She slithered towards Harry, coiling her long body around his leg as she spiraled up onto his lap. She hissed, her tongue tasting his bare skin. "Exactly like you, Master. Strongly like you, my little snake's smell reminds me of you." She slithered around Harry's body until she was wrapped around his shoulder, her face pressed against Harry's forehead. She took a smell, "Here. He smells strongly like you, and also like me."

"Interesting," Voldemort muttered. He stared at Harry for a long moment before his eyes moved towards Nagini. Nagini looked at him and slowly moved off of Harry and back onto the floor. Voldemort dismissed her, and Nagini slithered away. "Most interesting," he smirked. "You smell strongly like me Harry, and I believe this does not have anything to do with our second genders." He stood up and produced a knife.

Harry immediately flinched and tried to get off the chair. He couldn't, his body just feeling frozen solid to the chair. "Little Harry, don't fear," Voldemort purred. "I will not be killing you. I just need some blood."

"Then don't come at me with a giant knife like that!" Harry snarled, finding his voice. Voldemort smirked at that.

"Very well," he said, turning the knife in his hand so that the handle faced Harry. "Then you will give me your blood."

"Why would I do that?" Harry demanded.

"Because either you give me the exact amount of blood I require after which I will heal your wound, or I will do this myself and drain extra, and let your cut flow after I leave," Voldemort said. "It is your decision."

Harry stared at the knife for a long moment Feeling defeated, and seeing no way out of this, Harry grabbed the handle. Their hands slipped past another as Voldemort let go of the knife. Harry brought it towards him hesitantly. The Alpha's presence surged, forcing Harry to stay sitting. He pulled out a glass vial and handed it to Harry. "Bleed into here," Voldemort commanded.

Harry took the vial and frowned. He glanced up at Voldemort. "You will heal me as soon as I stop bleeding?" he asked.

"Of course," Voldemort said. "The Dark Lord is merciful and keeps his promise."

Harry did not believe him; however, he knew that him filling the small bottle himself is much better than Voldemort doing it. The Omega inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as he cut his hand. "Ahhh!" He gasped in pain, dropping the knife, and immediately taking the bottle. Blood streamed down his hand and gathered at the bottle's rim. Some spilled over down the side while others poured inside. Harry gasped and moved his hand, so all the blood fell into the tiny glass vial. He grimaced in pain, and closed his eyes, not wanting to watch his blood pool in the bottle. Harry stayed still, the blood pouring in as the wound bled faster than usual. Harry wondered if the knife was enchanted or if he just struck a major vein or artery. Before he knew it, the vial was snatched from his hands, and a wand was pressed against his hand.

Harry opened his eyes just as Voldemort held his hand, muttering a healing spell. The cut on his hand went away, his skin left unmarked. Voldemort left without a word, leaving Harry alone.

Harry stayed sitting in his chair for some time, he could still feel the alpha's presence in the room. He was scared to move. Ten minutes passed before he even thought about leaving the chair, and another five minutes passed before he actually moved. Harry moved to the door with a defeatist air and felt that it did not open. Left with nothing to do, Harry decided to explore the room. The drawers by the bed were empty, but the dresser had clothes that looked to be around his size. Deciding to spite the Dark Lord, and tired of wearing baggy clothing, Harry pulled off his clothes and started rooting through the dresser to find clothes to wear. He ended up with a simple pair of black pants that felt soft to the touch, as well as a dark blue button-up shirt. He just finished fixing the sleeves when Nagini hissed behind him.

"Stealing clothes now, little snake?"

"I'm bored and there is not anything else to do," Harry huffed. He crossed his arms and stared at the snake. "I still feel awful about what you did. Voldemort is going to kill me."

"No, Master won't," Nagini said simply.

"And why not?"

"Because you smell like Master, obviously. Does your nose not work at all, Omega?" Nagini asked, hissing amusingly. Harry shook his head.

"I do not smell like him," he muttered in English. "How long will he take?" he sighed.

"Master is doing complicated Magic. He will come when he is done. That is why I am here, Mama Nagini needs to entertain her little snake."

Harry just hummed. He moved to the bed and laid on it. "Then entertain me, how is it like being a snake?"

"It is just like you being a human. Being a snake is all I am, and all I know," Nagini said. Harry nodded.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be an animal," he admitted. "My dad was an Animagus, you know. Unregistered of course. He was a stag while my godfather was a big black dog. And Pettigrew…" Harry's voice grew hard. "That traitor Pettigrew was a rat, just like his character."

"Pettigrew, that name is familiar to me," Nagini hissed. "Is he a fat balding man with a disgusting face? He turns into a rat."

"Yeah, that's him. He's one of your Master's faithful followers," Harry sneered.

"I ate him," Nagini said. Harry stared at her. "It was a mistake, I swear! I was hungry and I saw this mouse sneaking around Master's meetings…"

A ball of laughter built in Harry. His body rattled as he let it out, laughing loudly and fully. A grin filled his face as he laughed, He never felt such delicious happiness. He rolled on his back as he laughed, feeling quite mad as it went on and on. "He's dead, that rat bastard is dead," he laughed. "Good for him." It felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders, letting the Omega breathe easier.

When he calmed, he turned on his stomach once more to look at Nagini. "I'm sorry, I just needed good news."

"You are welcome, little snake," Nagini hissed. "I am happy that I was able to make you laugh. Now, why don't you tell Mama Nagini all about your woes? I am here to listen."

Harry nodded. He sighed and began telling Nagini everything he remembered, starting with his life with the Dursleys, living in a cupboard for eleven years before he was accepted into Hogwarts and everything that happened between then and now. Food appeared as he talked. He talked and ate through Breakfast, and later lunch. Hours went by, and Harry almost expected dinner to appear by itself as well when the door slammed open and Voldemort walked in. He looked stupefied and at a loss of words. He was holding an old yellow piece of paper rolled into a scroll. "Harry, come here," Voldemort said in a business-like manner.

He moved to the desk and placed the scroll on it, smoothing it out. Harry did not move. "Harry, I will not tell you again," Voldemort said. "Come. Here!" Harry flinched as he felt the Alpha's power and immediately gotten out of bed. He rushed to the desk to look down at what Voldemort had. It was a family tree by the looks of it. "Read it, starting at here," Voldemort said, pointing to a name.

Harry looked down to see his own name. So the family tree was his? However the more he looked at it, the more it didn't seem right. His name wasn't connected, as it normally should, to James and Lily Potter's names. Instead, their names were connected by a dashed line with a single word underneath it. Adopted.

Harry felt his body slowly going dizzy. Suddenly scared, he followed the line directly up from his name and read with great horror the two names that connected to his own. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Adrian Harrison Riddle nèe Graves.

Harry felt his heart beating out of his chest. What was this? What does this mean? Was this a new way of torture? A new way for Voldemort to break this? Anger swelled in his as he looked u at the monster Alpha. "What the fuck is this!?" he demanded, not even noticing his swear.

"This is our family tree, Harry," Voldemort said. "This is the truth—"

"No, it is not!"

"Yes, it is," Voldemort said. "Sixteen years ago Adrian and I had a son, named after both of us. Sixteen years ago, before he was even a month old my Adrian died, and my son was stolen.

"No, you're wrong!" Harry said. "I don't know what you are trying to accomplish but I know who I am. I have enough to deal without your psychological mess—"

"Then see for yourself," Voldemort snapped his finger. A small pensieve appeared beside the paper. Its waters swirled and danced with light. Voldemort pressed his wand to his head and Harry watched as a memory pulled from his head. He brought the wand to the pensieve, and the memory dropped with a flick of his finger. Images flashed in the water before swirling along. Harry looked up at Voldemort. "Go on," the Dark Lord said.

Harry didn't know why he went along with it. He blamed Voldemort and his Alpha-ness as he stood in front of the pensieve. He leaned forward and soon fell into the memory.

Harry found himself in a large room that looked like it belonged to a baby. Stuffed animals were laid around the floor, along with baby books. There was a large window which was closed, underneath there was a large supply of diapers and baby needs, but Harry's eyes fell on the man before him. It was Lord Voldemort, looking less monstrous than he remembered. His skin was pale, and his eyes were red, but he still had his nose and hair, looking somewhat human. In his arms was a baby who cried loudly.

"Shhhh, hush Harrison, hush my boy," Voldemort whispered. He rocked the baby, swaying gently with the child. It was the strangest thing Harry ever saw. The Dark Lord being fatherly. And it was working. The child's crying quieted down, and Voldemort moved to the crib. "That's better, Harrison, good boy," he said. "Sleep gently, your father has important work he needs to complete. Let me get your dragon." Soft lullaby music filled the room and Voldemort moved away from the crib, leaving the room. Harry looked back before looking at the crib.

"This has to be a trick," he muttered. Yet still, he walked slowly towards the crib. The baby was still awake, staring up as next to him a magical stuffed animal played the lullaby. Harry looked down and stared at the child, his heart feeling cold and his body trembling.

The baby was small and chubby, as all babies are, with raven black hair and the most striking emerald eyes he ever saw. "No," Harry whispered. "No… it can't be."

"Harrison! I found your dragon."

Voldemort walked back in the room, carrying a stuffed toy dragon. Harry moved to the side, even though he knew that Voldemort couldn't touch or see him. Voldemort reached the crib and placed the dragon carefully next to the baby. "There we go, now rest up Harrison," Voldemort said. He bent down and kissed the baby's forehead.

Harry followed Voldemort out of the room, glancing backwards. This had to be a trick, this couldn't be real. It couldn't. Voldemort went downstairs into his own study, which was smaller than the one Harry found the present Voldemort. He started to work; several dark arts texts opened in front of him. It looked as though he was taking notes, or at least combining information as he kept looked between the several texts. Harry watched numbly, his brain failing to catch up to what he saw in the crib. It couldn't be real, it just had to be a look-a-like. But he couldn't remember a baby whose eyes were just as green at such an early age. There was only one surviving picture of him as a baby that he knew, and there was no way Voldemort saw it. He fell into the chair by the side of the room. His heart wouldn't calm down, his brain felt like it was failing.

Voldemort kept working in his desk, unaware of the panic attack Harry was having. Then, there was a loud smash and both occupants jumped up. "Harrison!" Voldemort screamed. He rushed out and Harry ran after him. "Harrison!" Voldemort screamed again as he rushed up the stairs and into the baby's room. "HARRISON!"

The window was smashed open, glass scattered all around. Diapers and toys bled across the room, and the crib was smashed, tipped over the side. There was no sign of the baby. "No, no, no—Harrison!" Voldemort screamed. He rushed towards the window and looked out. Harry rushed and gasped as he saw two figures dressed in black cloaks running away. "Come back here!" Voldemort demanded. "Avada Kedavra!" The killing spell shot towards the fleeing kidnappers, missing them both. Voldemort shot another killing spell, but the two disappeared, apparating away and a second later, the killing spell hit where they were.

"No…" Voldemort gave a whimpering whisper. He collapsed to the ground, crying. That was the last image of this Voldemort as Harry was pulled from the memory.

The present monstrous Voldemort stared silently at the Omega. He pulled out a tissue and handed it towards Harry. Harry stared at it, confused, before realizing that he was crying. He took the tissue and dabbed his eyes, drying them and his cheeks. "How?" he whispered.

"Only a powerful wizard could have gotten past my security enchantments," Voldemort said. "I should have noticed them sooner. I should have felt that somebody was in my home, If I did, you wouldn't have been stolen."

Harry looked up. "It's a lie," Harry said. "I—I'm not your son. That has to be someone else."

"It is no lie," Voldemort said. "You have your dad's eyes and my hair. I can see my cheeks and his nose in you as well."

"No, no I look like my dad, my real dad, James Potter. I look like him, but I have my mother's eyes—"

"Harrison!" Voldemort yelled. Harry flinched, something deep inside him stirring. He looked up at Voldemort, his eyes turning stern. "What I tell you is the truth. You are mine."

"N-No," Harry whispered. He looked at the pensieve and paper, "They must be a mistake—"

"They are not. Harrison, Harry, you are my son, my precious memory of Adrian. You are the legacy that we created, our baby boy. And look at you, you've grown into a beautiful Omega, and now that I've found you, I'm never letting you go," Voldemort said. He then shocked Harry as he grabbed the boy and pulled him close, hugging him tightly.

He didn't hurt. Voldemort was touching him, and he wasn't hurting. Instead, something inside his heart and head felt glad, almost giddy at the man's touch. "I've done awful things to my son, my boy," Voldemort muttered. "I'm a failure as an Alpha, and as a father. But I'm going to do better, won't you let me do better Harrison? Please?"

"Harry," Harry whispered, "Just Harry."

"Harry," Voldemort said. "My son. My Horcrux."

Harry pushed away from Voldemort. "What—" His question fell away as he stared at a look of pure regret on the Alpha's face. His heart screamed, telling the Omega to hug the Alpha and tell him that everything is okay, but he resisted. "What did you call me?"

"I did not mean to do it," Voldemort said slowly, holding Harry's shoulders. "but on the night when I attacked the Potters. When I… tried to kill you, my love for my son and Lily Potter's love for you must have shielded you from my Killing Curse. In the progress, a piece of my soul spit from me, and embedded itself into you, right in here." He pointed gently to Harry's scar. Harry swallowed hard, and he found that both of them are crying. Voldemort once again hugged him close.

"This is true, isn't it?" Harry whispered.

"Yes, Harry, all of it," Voldemort whispered, "Though I am a Dark Lord, and seen as evil to some, I never tell lies. I have no reason to lie to you, my beautiful son."

"Then why, why didn't you come back for me?" Harry asked, his voice turning tight.

"I couldn't find you. I tried over and over and over but I just never could find you," Voldemort said. "I do not know who kidnapped you, but I knew that Dumbledore must have been involved in it in some way. The war took over, and the people loyal to my cause, loyal to my search for you, became distracted. But I never stopped looking, even after all these eyes. And now, I finally have you again, my son."

A/N: Well, that's a development. How will this change everything?

The Wolf's Knight: Looks like you called it! And here is more! But now how will Harry adjust?

Tanya D: It's okay to be confused, and no you don't need to understand code words to get this. This is a story in the Omegaverse, which is basically that humanity is separated into three "categories" Alpha/Beta/Omega. Betas are just normal humans basically, with Alphas being stronger and more dominating with a bigger personality and Omegas being softer, more submissive. Alphas seek out Omegas to "mate" or become their spouse and they have a clear dynamic. It's basically societal way of saying "Top" and "Bottom." So in this story, Harry's a bottom, not just in preference but in the way he was born, he's a bottom.

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