Chapter 4

Family Issues

Harry couldn't speak, his tears wouldn't stop flowing. The Omega tried clearing his throat several times, but he couldn't talk. His throat was constricted, and he couldn't open it enough to do more than breathe. He coughed and used the tissue to dry his face once again. "Now what?" he forced himself to ask.

"You will move here of course, and Dumbledore will pay for what he has done," Voldemort said, as though it was obvious.

"But my friends—I was supposed to go to the Burrow for the rest of the summer! And Dumbledore is supposed to take me there," Harry panicked.

"No, out of the question," Voldemort said. "I just had you back. I will not let that disgusting old man touch you again—"

"If I don't, that will cause problems," Harry in a panicked tone, looking up at Voldemort. "I—I don't know what will happen if…"

"When is he supposed to collect you?" Voldemort asked.

"July 12th," Harry said automatically. "He wrote me a letter on the first day of summer vacation."

Voldemort nodded and thought for a moment. "It is only July 3rd; you have nine days. Very well, you will stay here for a week—No Harry, you will listen fully," Voldemort said, holding a finger out to hush Harry when he was about to protest. "I will not let my son leave me ever again, however because of your earlier arrangements, this cannot be helped. So to compromise, I'll give you this: Spend a week with me Harry, spend a week here, and afterward you can go back to your friends."

Harry frowned. "I don't know," he said, looking at Voldemort. "What if you try to kill me? What if this is still all a trap?"

"I told you I will never tell you lies," Voldemort said, looking honestly hurt at the suggestion. "I've been looking for you for sixteen years, my dear Harrison, I will never try to kill you. … Again." He added.

Harry found himself chuckling and starting to relax in the Dark Lord's presence. He shook his head, frowning, "I have so many questions, how did you not realize that I was your son?" he asked.

"I must admit that after you were stolen, I fell," Voldemort explained sadly, "It was as though losing you, my last living connection to my sweet Adrian, was the last straw. I became the monster you see me today. A monster who killed everyone he saw, and only knew to kill. Time after my resurrection, along with your blood, must have helped me gained my sanity. But it was not until Nagini told me, and I saw you, fully saw you, that everything clicked."

"It's going to be awkward," Harry admitted, "calling you dad." He looked up at Voldemort.

"We can work up to there," Voldemort said soothingly. "We don't need to rush this. We have forever."

"Yeah, we do," Harry nodded. He thought for a second and looked up at the man, wondering about his true thoughts about him now that they aren't enemies anymore. "Umm, Lord Voldemort, what do you think of me? And, what about the prophecy?"

"Faked, obviously," Voldemort began. "Your birthday is not even at the end of July; it is in the middle. July 16th. I can remember it clearly," Voldemort had a strange look as he reminisced. "I do not know why that prophecy has chosen the end of July, perhaps it is to line up with the Longbottom child's birth?" Voldemort looked thoughtful, snapping out of his reminiscing daydream. "Nevertheless, the Prophecy does not concern you, even if it was real. Dumbledore has fooled all of us."

"Why would he do that?" Harry asked.

"To force my child to fight against me, for one of us to kill the other," Voldemort explained. "At least that is what I think is the reason. It would be the cruelest punishment for both of us. To be killed by my son, or to kill my son unknowingly, and you to your father. This prophecy business, Dumbledore pushing you to fight against me, is his punishment against me."

"How horrible," Harry whispered. "You know I never wanted this," he added, looking up.

"It was obvious from the way we fought," Voldemort chuckled. "Speaking of which, where is your wand, Harry?"

Harry bit his lower lip. "I don't have it," he said. "I don't have any of my things on me. Every summer, Uncle Vernon locks everything I own in the cupboard where I used to sleep." Harry should have known better, but still, when the Dark Lord exploded in anger, Harry flinched. The Alpha's anger radiated the room, and the Omega did his best to make himself as small as possible in his undefendable state. Voldemort saw this, but his anger did not diminish. Instead, he growled out, "I am not angry at you, my son, but at those disgusting muggles you were forced to call 'family.' When Dumbledore takes you, I will kill them all."

Harry knew better to argue, so he just nodded. "Okay," he said. "Please, can you…"

Voldemort took several deep breaths, the Alpha's anger leaving the room. "I am calm," he stated after a few moments. Harry nodded and bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Do not feel sorry, Harry," Voldemort stated. "But remember what I said. You do not need a wand to do magic. Just a strong will. Remember that."

"I will," Harry said.

"Good. Now, for your first question," Voldemort thought for a moment before smiling. "I am not at all disappointed in you, even when we were tricked into being enemies. I am not disappointed that you are an Omega. I am angry at the paper for printing your private life, and I am worried for you."

"Worried?" Harry asked, "Why are you worried?"

"You had a relationship and yet you are unmarked, unmated," Voldemort explained. "What did that Alpha do to you? He must have meant a lot to you if you underwent your heat at such an early age!"

Harry blushed and looked down to play with his thumbs. "I loved Viktor with all my heart," he confessed. "When we were together, that was it, just us, an Alpha and his Omega, like how life should be. But he left at the end of the year with promises to write and come get me. He never did." Harry could feel Voldemort's anger rising again and panicked, "Please don't do anything to him! I know you're angry, but, I've gotten past it. If you must, lash your anger out on the Dursleys."

"You are too kind and sweet, my son," Voldemort sighed, "but fine. This Viktor will be spared."

"And I'll spend the week here," Harry nodded. "But can I ask some questions on where here is?"

"We are in Malfoy Manor. The Malfoys have been generous to allow me to use their home while our home is under reconstruction," Voldemort explained. "I had the old relic on my father's family's ground destroyed, and the grounds burned before laying new grass, new ground, and having my true manor built from scratch."

"Malfoys, so Draco is here," Harry said, sounding dejected. "Great."

"I know of your relationship with the youngest Malfoy," Voldemort said, "You must put that aside and try to start again. We are living in their manor, and so we are forced to be civil to them. Besides, the boy's an Alpha. If I hear that he was forced to use his Alpha-ness on you because the two of you were arguing, there will be consequences."

"I know," Harry sighed.

"I meant against Draco Malfoy."

Harry chuckled and smiled at Voldemort. "I'll be a good boy as long as Malfoy is."

"That is all I asked," Voldemort nodded. "Now, as for letters—"

"RON!" Harry gasped, jumping up. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at that. "I sent a letter to my friend, Ron—I sent Hedwig! She'll come back to the Dursleys' home!"

"No need to worry, that is easily fixable," Voldemort said. "As for letters, you are allowed to send out as many as you can, however, I will read all letters sent to and from you."

"Why?" Harry demanded.

"To make sure that it is safe, obviously," Voldemort said. "We do not want any chance of Dumbledore or any of his followers to figure out that you are not in those muggle's home."

"Okay," Harry nodded. "I'm also getting Howlers—"

"Those will be destroyed even before they reach you," Voldemort said.

"Thank you," Harry said, looking relieved. "I... thank you."

"You are welcome, my dear son," Voldemort said. He stood and brought Harry into a hug. Harry's stomach growled and Voldemort chuckled. "It is time for dinner," he said.

"Will I be eating it here?" Harry asked.

"Certainly not," Voldemort said. "You will be eating it with me, in the dining room with our hosts." He took out his wand and stepped away. He pressed his wand to himself and waited. Harry watched as Voldemort's appearance changed. His skin grew healthy, while his face turned handsome, hair sprouting and growing until it was a neatly kept mixture of raven hair. His eyes turned brown, and his body seemed to fill out more, looking more physically stronger than the skeletal monster that stood in front of him. "Better," Voldemort said, pocketing his wand. He saw Harry staring and chuckled, "Surprised?"

"Is that a glamour?"

"No, what you saw before was my constructed glamour," Voldemort said. "Dumbledore believes that my Horcruxes have ruined my looks, but on the contrary, that persona was carefully constructed to elicit fear in all who sees me. This is how your father truly looks."

"You're very handsome," Harry blushed. He brought his hand to his uneven short hair, frowning.

"Was this another thing the muggles did?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia complained that my hair was too girly," Harry said sadly. "So she sheared it all."

"It will grow back, my son," Voldemort said. His strong hand found its way on Harry's back as he led the boy out of the room. "Now come, we have some Malfoys to scare," he chuckled.

"Okay… dad," Harry said, Voldemort smiling with pride. "Can I ask one more question? What was my name? My full name."

Voldemort smirked, "You, Harry, are named after great people in both mines and Adrian's family. Your full name is Harrison Salazar Riddle."

"Of course you chose Salazar," Harry muttered. Voldemort laughed and pushed Harry out of the bedroom. The hallway they entered was lavish in its colors, the wood underneath had a long rug centered that went down the entire length of the hallway. There were art pictures hung along the walls, nicely spaced so as not to strain, or clutter the eyes. Harry assumed, being the Malfoys, that the pictures would be of torture and general disgust, however instead the pictures were of sceneries such as a sunset at a beach, the Eiffel Tower surrounded by stars, and even a family portrait or two.

Voldemort led Harry once again to the main entrance hall, and they descended two sets of stairs to get to the first floor. The two went towards the study, but instead of going through doors, Voldemort took Harry through the hallway in between, which opened to a large dining room with a table long enough to seat twenty people easily. It looked colder than the other rooms, and Harry immediately took a dislike to how impersonal it felt. There were no pictures, instead only dark walls with tapestries and expensive statues, along with a large crystal chandelier that took up most of the ceiling and required many wires to keep up.

"Move behind me," Voldemort ordered, and he took a step in front of Harry, his hand gone from Harry's back. Harry missed it immediately. Voldemort led Harry down the room towards the end where he saw three figures sitting. They all stood to stand as he got closer, their blonde hair immediately recognizable.

Voldemort stopped, and Harry was surprised at how easy it was to hide his dainty frame behind his father.

"My lord," came the voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius," Voldemort said in a purring tone, "Do not worry yourselves over my appearance, for today is a day of celebration."

"Celebration, my lord?" Mr. Malfoy asked.

"Yes Lucius, for today my sixteen years of searching is finally complete," the Alpha declared. "My son has finally come home after being stolen away by thieves."

"That is excellent news, my Lord," Mrs. Malfoy said.

"It is indeed," Voldemort said. "And so, for the week he shall be living with us. I wish it can be longer, however, he has plans that cannot be delayed."

"Well he should," came the arrogant voice of Draco Malfoy. "He is your son, my lord, he should do as you say."

"Draco!"

Harry decided that he has gotten tired of waiting and stepped from behind his father, "And you should really learn how to keep your mouth shut, Malfoy. Might put you in major trouble one of these days."

"Potter!" Malfoy growled out. Harry could feel the young Alpha's anger and irritation towards him coming in powerful waves. He stood his ground, however, ignoring his Omega's need to cower and show submission. "What are you doing here?"

"Fancying a spot of dinner with my father, but I have to say the company is severely lacking," Harry drawled.

"Harrison!"

Harry looked up to meet Voldemort's eyes. Though he had a stern, disapproving face, Harry couldn't help but smile at the pride that was in his eyes. Voldemort turned to the Malfoys, his hand moving to Harry's shoulder. "The Light has stolen my son. Yes, our thorn in our side, Harry Potter, is, in reality, my son: Harrison Salazar Riddle."

The three were left speechless. Voldemort was amused by this and led Harry to the table. He made Harry sit next to Draco as he took the place at the head of the table. Food arrived in silence, and Voldemort waited for the Malfoys to snap out of their stupor. Mrs. Malfoy was the first, looking at Harry. "How is this possible?" she asked.

"He showed me his memory," Harry answered, glancing at his father. "Of the night I was taken. The baby in the crib was me. It looked exactly like me, and I have the only picture of myself as a baby so, I just knew. There was no way for him to fake it."

"So, Potter is our Lord's son," Lucius muttered. He sniffed the air and frowned, "You are not an Alpha."

"No I am not," Harry huffed, "I am a proud Omega."

"So the papers were telling the truth?" Lucius Malfoy asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Harry glared at the man, knowing exactly what he meant. His father thankfully answered.

"No, they were not Lucius," Voldemort said in a strict tone, telling the man to remember his station without saying it specifically.

"I was in a relationship," Harry admitted. "We were in love. He was a Durmstrang student and he left before we could properly start my courtship. He was the only Alpha I've ever been with."

"So you are admitting that you are not pure—"

Voldemort reached for his wand faster before anyone could react. The Malfoy patriarch fell to the ground, screaming in pain as the Cruciatus Curse hit him. Nobody moved. Mrs. Malfoy drank from her cup awkwardly while Draco squirmed. Harry looked at his father, frowning. "I can handle him," he said. Voldemort just looked at him and his wand vanished. "I am not a virgin," Harry said carefully as Mr. Malfoy slowly gotten to his feet. "The Alpha and I were in a loving relationship with the full intention of mating properly after a courtship. However, he was the one who left me. And since then, I did not enter into another relationship. I've followed all rules an Omega should follow, and never once broke them. So no, Mr. Malfoy, I am not a virgin, but I am purer than any idiot who would dare insult me."

"Very well, I apologize," Mr. Malfoy said, looking at Harry only for a second but his fear saved for when he glanced at Voldemort.

"Good, now that that is settled, let us eat," Voldemort said, and he took the first bite. Harry followed. The food was good, and he smiled at the taste. This was the first real dinner he had since he left Hogwarts. The Malfoys followed for a while. Mrs. Malfoy looked up at Harry and Voldemort. "My Lord," she started, "does your, I do not mean disrespect but—"

"Ask away," Voldemort sighed.

"How do we know that your son will not expose everything to Dumbledore?" she asked.

"I won't," Harry answered. "This is much better than the muggles Dumbledore forced me to live with and, finding my father felt like some hole inside me finally being filled, a hole I did not even know existed. I feel… completed," He looked at Voldemort, who nodded.

"Do you have any suitors?" Mrs. Malfoy asked. "Since the emergence of your second gender, has any Alpha approached you for mating?"

"No, only my Viktor," Harry said. "I did not flaunt my Omega-ness around. I did not take suppressants, because I thought they were useless and bad for me because of my age, however, I did not tell everyone that I am an Omega. Only my friends and dormmates."

"As if any of those lions will become Alphas," Draco muttered. Harry looked at Draco for a moment.

"Well actually," he started, "I've gotten an interesting letter from my friend Ron. It seems that he is actually an Alpha. I think. I've gotten howlers because of what that Skeeter woman wrote and accidentally torn his letter along with them."

"Unlikely," Mr. Malfoy scoffed. "An Alpha in the Weasleys? The blood traitors have been nothing but Betas for the last four generations. Unassuming and forgettable, the lot of them."

"And the only family who treated me with care," Harry said, "They treated me much better than Draco or my muggle relatives—uhh the muggle relatives of Lily Potter."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked. Harry could feel the Alpha's scent increasing and rolled his eyes. "Are you asking because you care for me, or because you are scared of my father?" he asked.

Draco's stare turned hard. "Fine, don't answer me," he muttered.

"The way the muggles treated my son is a business that will stay between him and me," Voldemort said. "Unless he chooses to share, nobody will ask him about it. That is an order."

"Yes, my lord," Mr. Malfoy muttered. Draco did not look pleased at all. Mrs. Malfoy, apparently sensing some tension in the air, asked, "Will Harry, err Harrison have free reign of our home?"

"Obviously." Voldemort said, "He also prefers to be called Harry."

"If you don't mind," Harry said, "I would actually love to see the garden."

"Of course," Mrs. Malfoy said, "and we have protective shields and charms so you can fly without worrying being seen. Draco told me that you are a superb Seeker."

"I am," Harry smiled, "however, I don't have my broom with me. Because of the thing between me and the Dursleys."

"That is fine, Draco has brooms you can borrow," Mrs. Malfoy said, "His Nimbus 2001, for instance."

"Mother—"

"He will be happy to let you use it," Mrs. Malfoy smiled, her eyes shifting to Draco. The Alpha glowered for a moment before backing down. Mrs. Malfoy winked at Harry, "See Harry? We Omegas have some power over Alphas."

"I've learned that long ago," Harry said, giving her a smile.

Dinner moved smoothly afterward. Harry did not speak much, only to his father and Mrs. Malfoy when prompted. Draco refused to speak at all. Both boys sat next to each other awkwardly. Halfway through dinner, Harry felt a foot push against his. He glanced at Malfoy who continued to eat as though nothing happened. Harry kicked back, smiling sweetly as he took a bite. "This is really good," he told Mrs. Malfoy.

"Thank you, Harry," Mrs. Malfoy said. Draco's foot kicked Harry's again, and he saw with some glee irritation on the boy's face. Harry kicked him back harder, causing Draco to flinch. The two kept at it, kicking each other under the table, glaring at the other all while looking presentable and polite during dinner.

When everyone has finished eating, Voldemort stood. "Lucius, Narcissa, come with me, there are some issues I wish to speak about."

The adults all stood and left. Now alone, Draco growled at Harry, "What the hell do you think you're up to Potter?"

"Me? You're the one who kept kicking me!"

"Only because of your odious smell," Draco sneered. "You don't even belong here, why don't you go back to riding that Weasley Alpha you're so keen about?"

"Is that jealousy I hear?" Harry laughed. Draco glared at him. "It is, isn't it?" Harry laughed. "You are jealous of Ron."

"As if!" Draco sneered. "Why would I be jealous of that Weasel?"

"Because he is an Alpha and my best friend," Harry laughed. "What? Are you worried I'll be mated with him?"

"Shut up Potter!" Draco yelled.

"It is, isn't it?" Harry smiled, "You're jealous that I became friends with Ron, who's the first Alpha the Weasleys had in generations, instead of you, Alpha Draco Malfoy."

It happened in less than a second. Draco's hand dug into his pocket and started pulling out his wand. Harry saw this and yelled, his hand reaching out and working on instinct. Draco's wand immediately jerked from Draco's hand, flying into the air and landing into Harry's outstretched hand. Harry breathed heavily; his forehead sweaty as he stared at what he did. He looked up to see Draco staring, equally shocked. They stood in silence for a long moment.

"That was an excellent display of wandless magic, Harry," Voldemort's voice said, making them both jumped. Harry turned to see his father right behind him. "Now, give him back his wand."

Harry looked down at the wand and then to Draco. He stepped forward and slipped the wand back into Draco's pocket. Draco grabbed his hand. "Weasley will never become the Alpha that I am," he whispered. His power surged, surrounding the Omega. Harry let out an unintentional moan and stepped away.

"I'm going to bed," he said and turned to leave.

"Nagini, show him the way," Voldemort commanded. Harry soon felt Nagini wrapping herself around his legs before slithering on ahead of her.

"Goodnight… father," Harry said a little awkwardly and left. Voldemort turned to Draco, who bowed his head.

"I'm sorry My Lord," he muttered. "I acted out of place."

"Indeed. You are lucky, Draco, that I am too happy about my son's return, else wise you needed not worried about finding an Omega for yourself," Voldemort warned. Draco looked up angrily only out of instinct before remembering himself and got to his knees. "I'm sorry," Draco said. Voldemort stared at the teen for a moment before disappearing, leaving Malfoy alone.

Harry returned to his room irritated yet embarrassed as he returned to his room. He thanked Nagini and told her he wanted to be alone. Falling on his bed he groaned as he took off his pants and reached down, feeling wet slick. "Fuck," he whispered. Harry groaned, "Stupid fucking Alpha. Why did he cause me to get wet?" Harry was shocked to feel his hole slick and wet. Hating the feeling, and needing to sleep, Harry debated on whether he should take care of it or not. His horniness gotten the better of him. So, he took off his clothes and laid on his bed and closed his eyes as his hand slid down his taunt body, reaching his wet dripping hole, his other hand grabbing his hardening member. He tried to think of Viktor, but as he came, his mind was full of platinum hair.

A/N: A question from me to you: If I decide to give Daddy Voldemort his very own Omega, who should they be?