Chapter 9

Enraptured Omegas

Harry's first thought was to send a letter to Draco about his scores. He ran back inside, thankful that Hermione wasn't in the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of paper and quill and ink. Ron was still there, staring at his own letter. Ron looked up and the two silently exchanged scores.

Harry noticed that there were no 'Outstandings' on Ron's score, while he only got an 'Outstanding' on Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Knew you'd be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ron said, patting Harry on his shoulder. "We've done all right, haven't we?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded and looked down at his letter that he didn't begin writing. Ron raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you already send him a letter already?"

"Hedwig's still sleeping, just want to add this bit onto it," Harry said. "It'll only take a second."

Ron shrugged and walked away to show his mother his test scores while Harry wrote.

Father (and Draco),

I've gotten my test scores back today. I've gotten an Outstanding in DADA, Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Herbology, Potions, and Transfiguration. I've failed Divination and History of Magic, but who cares. I'm not planning on continuing Care of Magical Creatures, and it looks like my dream of becoming an Auror is no longer possible since Snape won't accept me into Potions with less than an Outstanding. Not that I don't mind, recently I've actually been thinking about changing career paths if possible (is it?).

I don't know why but I think this summer with the Weasleys will be a tough one. I can already sense Mrs. Weasley's disappointment in me because of the Bonding Necklace, and maybe because I am an Omega, I really only told Ron and Hermione that because they are my best friends. Ginny outright slapped me. Father, if I need to, would there be a way for me to get back to Malfoy Manor instantly? With all of my things and Hedwig. I don't think I'll need it but just in case. I would like for that safety.

Harry

He quickly folded the letter and ran to Fred and George's room where Hedwig was now awake. He attached both letters and told her to bring the letters to Draco. He turned to see Ginny glaring at him with her arms crossed. "So that's it?" she asked.

"Look, Ginny, I don't know why you just suddenly hate me or any ideas you had but, just get over it," Harry sighed. "I never liked you that way. I just saw you as a friend. I'm sorry Ginny but you are out of line getting angry at me because you assumed that I was an Alpha—and even if I were, I'm sorry but I would never be with you. First off I'm gay and second off, I would want to find a male Omega. So just get any and all romantic thoughts out of your head and we can move on normally. Please?"

Ginny glared at Harry. Before he knew what was going on, she whipped her wand out and cast a Bat Bogey Hex. Harry yelled in shock as his nose instantly flared, green slimy bats flying out of his nostrils and swarming him. Using one hand to keep the bats at bay, Harry pulled out his wand and cast the first spell that came to mind. Diffindo!"

The bats all fell to the group cut in half before disappearing. Angry, Harry looked up at Ginny, who ran away. Huffing, Harry followed her out and returned to the kitchen to get the rest of his letter. Inside was just the list of his next school supplies. Shrugging, he decided to look for the others.

Ron and Hermione were outside, standing awkwardly as an uneasy tension-filled between them. "Uhh hello," Harry said awkwardly.

"Harry!" Hermione jumped, "sorry, we didn't see you."

"Everything okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, as soon as Ron can get over the fact that I'm an Alpha too," Hermione nodded. "Where's Ginny? I didn't see her."

Harry was about to answer when he heard a very loud and very angry voice. "HARRY POTTER! YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!"

The three turned to see Mrs. Weasley stomping up to him angrily. "Oh no," Ron said fearfully. "Harry—what did you do?"

"Nothing," Harry said truthfully.

"Nothing? Nothing! Then why did Ginny tell me you tried to use a Severing Charm near her?" Mrs. Weasley demanded. "Are you insane?"

"No—she used the Bat Bogey Hex on me," Harry said back quickly, "I used the charm on them! It was her who hexed me first!"

"And why would she do that?" Mrs. Weasley asked, crossing her arms, and looking distrustful. Harry looked behind Mrs. Weasley to see Ginny standing a little behind her, looking rather smug. Harry frowned at that and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Because I'm an Omega," he said simply.

"Harry! Ginny is not like that—"

"No," Harry interrupted Mrs. Weasley, "it's because I am an Omega. Like you said when I got here, she thought that I was an Alpha like you thought. She thought that I was an Alpha and that I was leading her on or something—even though I only talk to her in a friendly manner—and because I am not an Alpha and I led her on that was okay for her to slap me along with using that hex on me!"

Mrs. Weasley frowned. She looked at Harry for a long time, as though she was debating if she should believe what he said or not before turning to Ginny. Ginny still stood tall and took a few steps towards them. "Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said carefully, her voice still sharp but not as angry as when she yelled Harry's name. "This all true?"

"Mum—he almost cut me—"

"Ginevra Weasley," Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"It's his fault!" Ginny said, pointing at Harry. "He led me on! Why are you angry at me when it's all Harry's fault?"

"Oi! Stop that," Ron yelled, "Harry didn't do crap!"

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley said, "Watch your language!"

"Yeah, save it for when Harry's bouncing on you like he does everyone else," Ginny sneered.

"GINNY!" Mrs. Weasley fumed. "That is enough young lady!" She was by Ginny the very next second and grabbed her elbow, dragging her into the house. Harry winced as he could hear Mrs. Weasley's screaming. "WHAT DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE DOING SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT TO HARRY? HE HAS A HARD TIME WITH THAT DRABBLE THE PAPERS ARE WRITING! WE DO NOT NEED YOU ACTING LIKE A DISRESPECTFUL WOMAN THAT I DID NOT RAISE YOU AS!"

Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione sheepishly. "Can we go somewhere else?" the Omega asked.

"Yeah," Ron nodded. He placed his hand on Harry's back, leading him away from the Burrow with Hermione following. Harry looked at Hermione and decided to ask directly. "Hermione, please tell me you don't believe in that stuff that they wrote about me."

"Of course I don't," Hermione said, sounding insulted that Harry even thought that. "However, I think it would have been a good idea if you told more people that you're an Omega. Especially since you presented early."

Harry shrugged. "Didn't involve them," he said. Hermione frowned but said nothing. The tension between Ron and Hermione moved to the background and talked about test scores and Hogwarts.

The three returned back to the Burrow during the afternoon. Mrs. Weasley immediately apologized to Harry for Ginny's behavior. Harry told Mrs. Weasley not to worry when there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley went to answer it, revealing Professor Dumbledore looking worried.

"Harry, I need to talk with you," he said in a somber manner. Mrs. Weasley ferried Ron and Hermione out of the room. Dumbledore brought Harry into the living room and fell into an armchair, almost deflating into it. He looked up at Harry and motioned for him to sit across him. "If you would please have a seat," Dumbledore said. "This is rather troublesome news. The worst, perhaps."

Harry frowned, "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down across Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked at Harry for a long time, as though debating on how to tell Harry. The Omega felt a prick in his mind and was thankful for his father's shield.

"Your Aunt and Uncle are dead," Dumbledore said somberly. "There was a fire. At least that was what it appears. Your home was burned down entirely. Your aunt and uncle were inside. I am sorry."

"And Dudley?" Harry asked calmly.

"Safe, thankfully," Dumbledore said. "Most likely he will be taken in by his aunt. However for you, that means you have no living relatives, and any protections hiding you from Lord Voldemort specifically are gone." Shame, Harry thought, but he's wrong on that account. I have a family.

"Sir, if I can ask," Harry said. "I wanted to ask some questions about Voldemort."

"Oh? What about?" Dumbledore asked.

"I was wondering if he was ever married or something," Harry said. "I mean, even you said that Voldemort was a man once, right? Wouldn't that mean that he had someone in his life? He is an Alpha after all."

"Interesting," Dumbledore muttered. "How do you know that he is an Alpha, if I may ask."

"I could sense him every time I encountered him, both in the graveyard and in the Ministry," Harry said. Dumbledore nodded, accepting the answer, and stroke his beard.

"No, I believe not," Dumbledore said. "I believe that Lord Voldemort never held the ability to love."

"But still, that would go against his instincts as an Alpha, wouldn't it?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps, yet Harry you must understand that Voldemort delved into Dark Magic that many have not survived," Dumbledore said. "He has lost more than any innocence in his descent." Harry felt a prick once more in his forehead and frowned.

"But even still, there must have been someone he was interested in," Harry insisted.

Dumbledore gave a deep frown. "Harry why are you so interested in this?" he asked.

"Oh—it is just a thought I can't get out of my head," Harry said, trying his best to look innocent. Dumbledore's frown insisted. "It isn't important," Dumbledore said. "Moving on, we need to speak to you about how you will proceed, now that you no longer have a family."

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned. "I'm staying here for the rest of the summer."

"Yes, but your mother's protection may no longer be on you," Dumbledore said. "The protection here is good and will repel Voldemort and his followers, but we need to think about the future, and where you will go after this school year."

"Where I go?" Harry frowned. "I still don't' see the problem," he shrugged.

Dumbledore thought carefully. "If we can, it might be possible to keep the same protection on your and your cousin's aunt's home—"

"No, I will not move there," Harry said roughly.

"But she is your extended family, she will help protect you during the summer," Dumbledore said.

"No she won't," Harry said. "If you are insistent—I will go and stay at Grimmauld Place."

"Harry, I have to protest," Dumbledore said. "I know that you are speaking out of grief but, you have to think rationally. Voldemort's followers know about Grimmauld Place, at least with your Aunt you can be hidden."

For the first time in his memory, Harry glared at Dumbledore. He stood up and said coldly, "I disagree, sir. I will be much safer in Grimmauld Place than I ever will be with that woman. Now, if that is all, I will see you at the Welcoming Feast."

Dumbledore looked disappointed but stood. He shook Harry's hand and said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley before leaving. Ron and Hermione immediately went to Harry and the three went to Harry's room so he could explain what went on. "Oh Harry," Hermione said, hugging him. "I'm so sorry. You must feel horrible."

"I don't," Harry said, looking at her. "To be perfectly frank Hermione, I'm relieved."

"Harry!"

"Knock it off Hermione, you know the stuff they did to him," Ron said, crossing his arms. "If you ask me, good riddance, eh?"

Hermione glared at him. "Ronald! You cannot be serious! Yes, they were awful, but they are still Harry's relatives." Ron glanced at Harry, which was missed by Hermione. Hermione sighed, "Anyway, what are we going to do? About this?"

Harry shrugged and stood up, stretching. "Nothing," he said. "Or we can go play Quidditch."

Voldemort followed Remus Lupin to a small bar that night in the middle of muggle London. It was a hole-in-the-wall place where people did not want to be disturbed. It was a rather dark but homely place. It was oddly nicely lit with a few tables that ensured privacy if wanted. Voldemort found Remus Lupin sitting by the bartender's counter, nursing a drink. There was an empty seat next to him. Voldemort looked down and checked his outfit as he approached Lupin.

Voldemort opted for a button-down shirt and vest, both dark in color. The sleeves were rolled up neatly to just under his elbows so that they could bend easily without ruffling up the sleeves. The shirt and vest hugged his body, showing off his arms and chest, which was what he wanted. Tonight Voldemort was not a Dark Lord looking to kill, but an Alpha stalking his prey. He sat down next to the Omega and breathed, smirking at Remus's scent. He subtly let out his own scent, not enough to overpower the Omega, but just enough so that it was there in the back of his mind A curiously familiar smell that will break down any guard inside him.

He ordered a whiskey when the bartender asked and leaned forward a little. He glanced at Lupin. Up close, he could see how beautiful the Omega is. His sandy blonde hair had bits of gray that looked too early to have, and his slender face looked gaunt and scared from the stress that made Voldemort frown. He knew that Lupin was a werewolf, however, it looked that he has been fighting it for years, something that Voldemort would most definitely fix. He had a nice body, but like his face, Voldemort could already tell that stress was having horrible effects on the Omega. He looked too skinny, too worn down. Not to mention his patchy clothes.

His drink appeared and Voldemort nursed it. He let out a little more of his scent and saw Lupin's face perking up a little out of curiosity. "It is strange to see someone so young in a place like this," Voldemort said finally, looking at him.

"I'm sorry?" Remus said, looking at Voldemort.

"Sorry, I just could not help but notice," Voldemort said. "You are way much younger than the current clientele here, as well as much more handsome."

"Well, you certainly are forward," Lupin muttered. "I'm sorry, but tonight is not a good night for me."

"My apologies," Voldemort said, "what happened?" He allowed a little more of his power flow, hiding his satisfaction under a concerned smile. Remus Lupin glanced at Voldemort and sighed sadly.

"Terrible thing," he said. "My… friend's godson. His home burned down. I'm just relieved that he wasn't there when it happened."

"Terrible," Voldemort sighed. He shook his head, "This must be a horrible ordeal for an Omega to go through alone." He turned and looked at Lupin.

The man jumped slightly and looked at Voldemort, "I don't know what—" he began before his cheeks turned to red. "Oh, I see," he said. "Is that what this is about?"

"Is it not in an Alpha's nature to comfort an Omega in need?" Voldemort asked. "I am not here to be creepy or cross any boundaries, however, I just could not help but follow this saddening scent." He looked around for a moment before looking at Lupin. "If you are uncomfortable about talking here, perhaps we can move someplace more inclusively secretive?"

Lupin drained his glass. "Why not? Might actually do some bloody good," he muttered. He started fishing through his pockets, but Voldemort stopped him. He pulled out muggle money and placed it on the counter. "Let's go," he said.

He stood up and waited for Remus to move. The Omega looked hesitant only for a moment before sliding off of the seat and followed the unnamed Alpha. "I'm Remus, by the way," he said.

"Tom," Voldemort said. "Hold onto me, we will Apparate to the bar." He held out his arm expectedly. Remus looked at it and held on tightly. They walked out of the bar and down the road until they reached an alleyway. Voldemort looked around before taking out his wand, and the two disappeared.

They apparated into a larger bar that was unfamiliar to Lupin. It was much better lit with secluded booths all filled with witches and wizards. His scents were stuck by the smell of magic and the scents of many Omegas and Alphas, but Tom's scent overpowered all. Voldemort smirked at the small looks Lupin gave him as he escorted the Omega inside. Looks have glanced their way, but Voldemort ignored them as he led Remus to the back, where there was a secluded booth in the corner. There were two small menus on the table. Voldemort guided Remus to his seat first before sitting down and picking up his own menu, ordering a wine. It appeared a second later. Remus did the same. Both men took a couple of sips from their drinks before Voldemort glanced at Remus. "This friend," he said, "Was he your Alpha?"

Remus looked at Voldemort, his mouth hung open for a moment before nodding. "Yes, he was," he said sadly. "Sirius. That was his name. But he's gone now. He… died a month ago."

"I'm sorry for your lost," Voldemort said, vaguely remembering Sirius Black. He was Regulus' brother from what he remembered. "I lost my Omega too," he said. "However my dear Adrian died sixteen years ago."

"Oh gosh," Remus said. "I'm sorry."

Voldemort nodded. "Childbirth," he continued. "And to make matters worse my sweet Harrison was stolen from me a month later."

"That's terrible!" Remus said. "Sirius and I, we talked about having a child but then… some things happened that made us stay apart for thirteen years." Voldemort nodded.

"The past can be a wicked entity," he said. "If you would, we can leave it behind. For we have reasons to celebrate, even if there is tragedy. For me, I have found my long lost son just a couple of weeks ago. And though your godson's family is gone, you and he are still alive, are you not?"

"Yes, but I should have been there for him," Remus said bitterly. "I should have been the one to tell him. Instead, it's Dumbledore. I just ran away and found myself in that bar."

"Albus Dumbledore," Voldemort nodded. "I've heard interesting things about that man. Though I do not like how he is handling Harry Potter." Remus flinched at the name. Voldemort smirked. "I mean, the poor boy is being dragged through the mud and instead of shielding him, the headmaster is doing nothing."

"He said it was for the best," Remus muttered. He took another large gulp and refilled his cup. "When the papers came out, he called us all together—and told us it would be best if we don't get involved."

"That is far from wise," Voldemort commented. "But it is not too late, you could send him a letter. Or even visit him if you know where he is."

"I do," Remus nodded. "He is staying with a friend. However, I'm not sure if he'll welcome me. We haven't seen each other since Sirius died."

"Well, if I were him, then I would most definitely love to see you," Voldemort said. "What is his name, if I can ask?"

Remus paused, as though debating, before saying, "Harry, his name is Harry."

"How old is he?" Voldemort asked.

"Sixteen."

"Just like my Harrison," Voldemort smiled. "Who knows, they might be in the same House in Hogwarts."

Remus frowned, "I don't think so, at least I don't remember. I used to teach there actually, for a year."

"You taught at Hogwarts?" Voldemort asked, sounding impressed. "What did you teach?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Remus said. He gave a smile. "Harry was one of my best students. I even taught him how to cast a Patronus."

"Impressive, very impressive," Voldemort said. "Of course, my Harrison is also good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, along with other subjects." He smiled fondly.

Remus chuckled; he held his glass to Voldemort. "To our boys?"

"To our boys," Voldemort said, clinking their glasses. Their conversations moved to safer topics, and Voldemort smiled as he saw the Omega's defenses lower as he has gotten comfortable with him. They both were getting slightly intoxicated; however, Voldemort always knew how to hold his liquor. Having an Alpha's metabolism helped as well.

"So, Riddle, what do you do for a living?" Remus asked.

"I used to travel around studying," Voldemort said. "I've amassed a comfortable amount of money during these travels. I'm actually having a home build for me and my son. Along with an Omega, hopefully." He glanced at Remus.

"Sounds nice," Remus said. "I forget the last time I had a stable place to stay."

"The bedroom is ready," Voldemort suggested. "You can stay the night, maybe more."

Remus looked at Voldemort, shocked. "Are you sure? I mean Dumbledore has asked me to do something, but I feel it might be impossible."

"Forget about Dumbledore, forget about anything," Voldemort purred, closing the distance between them. "You are a beautiful Omega, my puppy, listen to your instincts, and do what feels right." He closed the distance between them, their lips molding together. Voldemort felt the younger man melt in his touch.

Remus gave a small mewl and looked up at Voldemort. "I would like to see that bed, Sir," he said.

"Of course my puppy," Voldemort smiled and carried him away. Once more Voldemort apparated and they appeared on a bed kissing. Both men gave in to their pleasures as they moaned, Remus' hands shy as he tugged at Voldemort's shirt. Amused, Voldemort pushed Remus down. "Is there something you want, pup?"

"Y-you," Remus breathed, his eyes loss of sense and full of lust. "Please, Sir."

"I am happy you call me Sir," Voldemort said, slowly unbuttoning his vest. "I love an Omega who knows his place." Remus mewled and moaned as Voldemort saddled his waist, grinding against his body as he took off his vest and shirt revealing his massive muscled body. "Worship your Alpha, puppy, and I might give you what you want," Voldemort breathed, already grabbing for his pants. Remus whined and moaned. He pushed against Remus and moaned. Suddenly a hand shot at him, and Remus's face was fully red. "You should—there's something I need to tell you," he stuttered.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "What is it pup?" he asked. Blushing madly, Remus slowly pulled Voldemort's hand down to his pants. Voldemort expected to feel a hard bulge but felt wetness instead. Realization came to Voldemort and he smiled wickedly. He shook Remus's hand off and expertly slipped his hand inside, finding the source of the wetness. Remus moaned when Voldemort pushed a finger in. "You're beautiful," he breathed. Voldemort pulled Remus' pants and underwear down, seeing at his price. "You are so beautiful, my beautiful Remus," he breathed once more and lowered his head to meet the wet heat.

A/N: For those who are a little confused, yes Remus is a male transgender in this story. Why? Just to bug Rowling and I want to practice writing more trans characters. Thank you all for reading and reviews. Also if I might do a little self-promotion, I have a story that is actually rated T called The Slytherin's Prince. It's all about what if Harry has been raised by the Malfoys. Yeah I've done that prompt once, but I don't like how that turned out, so I decided to do it again but more thought out.

Khadejah1999: I'm happy you've stumbled on this story too! I hope you continue to enjoy.

Ann: No, Dudley isn't going to suffer directly from Voldemort, instead he will live his life without his parents and have to have trauma that he will have to work through. Also we will never see or hear from him again.

Love Faith Embers: Don't worry you're supposed to hate Ginny and Dumbledore in this story, your feelings are good.

Simon Mountney: I love your review. No joke, I am serious I love your review just focusing on "no worries." I don't know if this was serious or a joke but either way I love it and I love you, and I hope you have a wonderful, beautiful day.

Angelbear1: And Voldemort gets a sexy reward for it.

AngelColdHeart: I'm happy you've enjoyed their deaths! Also I already have plans for Neville so unfortunately it cannot be him as Ron's Omega. Still haven't decided who he will have yet.

Mizzrazz72: Yeah, Hermione means well and she is very book smart however she will have to work over an issue or two about her trust towards Dumbledore in order to get fully on Harry's good side. I hope it doesn't take *too* long.

Janessa Wolf-Soul: Ohh I love the way you formatted this! Hermione believes she's doing what is best for her friends but yeah, she really should not have grabbed Harry's bonding necklace. Normally I too would never have put Voldemort and Remus together, but yes as you said since Harry is Voldemort's son, it would be seen as stitching together Harry's old and new life into a complete family. And yeah, Voldemort will definitely help his puppy work through all of his issues, and gain his trust before revealing who he truly is. And yeah, the Potters did nothing wrong, they raised Harry the best they could under the given circumstances. In a way it was all Dumbledore's fault that Voldemort killed them, which is an action we can guess that he regrets from the graveyard scene.

HoneyBear84: ... how did you get to write 3 reviews? Anyway I find fanfiction! Harry Potter to be a better character than canon because 1 he's gay. Though I do detest when authors turn him into a girl for no reason because 99% of the time it's to turn a gay pairing straight and the character becomes a mary sue OC for the writer. Ron is bisexual in this story, though he really only had eyes for Hermione obviously. I still don't know who to give him as an Omega, however I can say right now that I have plans for Neville so it cannot be him. Also if you're asking about Harry sticking up for himself, in my story it's because of the dampener that Dumbledore had placed around his house. His magic was being drained or blocked so he couldn't fight back.

Lipi: Hmm interesting. Dumbledore is the kind of man who would interfere with Harry's affairs, also you are close to what I have in my notes on what happened. But we will have to wait until Christmas to see the truth.

LGilbert1982: I'm glad you've enjoyed the whole killing and lilies! As well as approve on Voldemort/Remus. And yeah, there's something more going on with Viktor than just he just left and never called back. Someone must have been playing dirty. I still don't have an Omega for Ron, but Luna or Daphne might be good, yeah, especially since so far they're both single in my story lmao.

AnnaMerteuil: I hope you enjoy the small lime in here.

Rori Potter: Oh my I hope those Wows are good wows!

WereBunny87: I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE ENJOYED THIS PLEASE I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AS WELL! Did I scream good enough?