Chapter 11
Den of Snakes
Harry asked Ron to never leave his side for the remainder of the break. He did not want to make a fuss, he did not want to cause any trouble between Ron and his parents, however, he felt that any trust that has been built up between them throughout the years have been completely shattered. They were to leave for Hogwarts today, and Harry was scared of every small bit of food in front of him. He glanced at Ron, silently asking if the food was poisoned or not. Ron leaned towards Harry, as if stretching, and sniffed the air above Harry's food. He nodded and started eating, and Harry figured that it was okay to eat. Mrs. Weasley acted as cheerful as ever, as though nothing bad has happened or that she never tried to spike Harry with a dangerous substance for nights on end.
Harry could feel a cold hatred growing for the Weasleys, and he felt awful. He mentally yelled at himself for even harboring a small bit of that feeling, but when he thought of how Ginny slapped him and the poison, and strangely Hermione's insistence of Draco's wrongdoing, he was reluctant to feel justified in his hatred.
Mr. Weasley was able to get a Ministry car to drive them to Kings Cross Station. Harry made sure that he was between Ron and Hermione in the back of the car. The ride felt extremely awkward, and Harry only wished for it to end as soon as possible.
Once they finally reached the station, they were met with a stone-faced Auror wearing a muggle suit. He did his best to man-handle Harry, but after a glare and growl from Ron along with Harry's own strength to push him away, the man stopped. Harry did not even care about waiting. He just wanted to be away, far away from Mrs. Weasley as possible. He made a beeline for the entrance of platform nine and three quarters and ran through when no muggles were looking. Behind him, he could hear Mrs. Weasley calling for him to wait.
As soon as he stepped onto the station, he felt a familiar presence. He smiled and looked around eagerly. Against the wall, leaning and watching the scarlet train was a very handsome man dressed in sophisticated clothing. Harry immediately made a beeline towards the man, ignoring the glances and glares. The man only glanced at Harry and gave a soft smile. "If only they knew," he chuckled.
"Hello father," Harry said, hugging his father.
"I told you that I will see you off, Harrison," Voldemort said. "How did the Weasleys treat you?"
Harry frowned and looked around. "I feel awful for saying this," he began, "but I don't ever want to go back there again. I don't feel safe there."
"What happened?" Voldemort asked, his eyes darkening.
"Promise you won't do anything," Harry demanded. "Ron is still good to me; he was the one who told me about what happened."
"The Dark Lord does not make promises like that," Voldemort said.
"Then it's a good thing I'm talking to my father and not the Dark Lord," Harry hissed. "Please, just do this."
"Fine."
Harry sighed and looked around. "For the past few days, Mrs. Weasley has been putting something in my food. A protein for Alphas that is seriously harmful for Omegas."
"I know the kind," Voldemort said. Harry could see the intense hatred in his eyes. His hand immediately went to Harry's stomach and he gasped at the icy feeling. "F-Father!"
"Quiet, I'm checking your womb," Voldemort ordered. Harry immediately stood still, keeping his mouth close as he tried to relax under his father's grip. He felt the icy feeling spread throughout his stomach and torso. It was uncomfortable but did not hurt. Voldemort pulled his hand away and shook his head. "Weak," he said, "Your womb is weak however it is still there. I could feel your magic working to repair it, along with your lactation. If you wake up with your nipples wet sometime during this week, that would be why. I'll get potions that will help and send them to you."
"Okay, thank you, Father," Harry nodded. "If I kept taking it, what would have happened?"
"Your womb would be completely destroyed, for one, and any magic sustaining it would be forced to find another output. You would have entered a sort of pseudo-Alpha status, granting you the strength an Alpha have, however afterward you will die," Voldemort said. "While our primary gender and body can be changed to truly match who we are, such as a transgender man transitioning into the body that he feels comfortable with, our secondary genders cannot be changed, Harry. Any attempt will be met with death or at least intense pain."
"Ohh," Harry said, starting to completely understand his situation. "But why do Betas try to use it? Ron told me his brothers tried to use the potion."
"Because it gives Betas and Alphas a sort of lustful high, it is an enhanced experience that is almost impossible to fully explain," Voldemort said. Harry nodded, remembering how he could smell and feel Ron's intense sexual aura the night before. "Is there anything else that happened, Harry?"
"No, but—can I please come home for Christmas?" Harry asked.
"Of course, I will collect you personally," Voldemort smiled. He hugged Harry, making sure that they were in the shadows so nobody could see them. "I have a task for you during school," he whispered. "Both as your father and as a Dark Lord. I want to show the world that you are my son, Harrison. That requires showing Dumbledore's guilt. I want you to turn the students against him. Tell them the truth, however, be careful with it. We don't want Dumbledore to hear word of it too early. I know you're going to have a challenging time, however, you and I both know how you face adversity." He chuckled. "I know you can handle this Harrison."
"I'll do it," Harry nodded.
"Good boy."
"How are you and Remus?" Harry asked, not wanting to leave his father.
Voldemort chuckled. "He is still sleeping. I'm trying to convince him to actually move into our new manor, or even live there for small bouts. My poor puppy, it seems that he only properly sleeps and eats when he is with me."
Harry nodded, "He told me that Dumbledore asked him to get the werewolves on his side."
"An impossible task, Greyback and his pack are firmly in my pocket," Voldemort said. "But thank you, now I have an inkling on his plans. One more thing, this ring you described, I want you to try and take a close look at it. If it is broken or not. That ring is important Harry, I will not allow Dumbledore to have it at all."
"Okay father, I miss you," Harry nodded.
"And I miss you too—now go, I'll be here until the train leaves," Voldemort said. Harry nodded and gave his father a final hug before going to the train.
The Weasleys found him, Mrs. Weasley chiding him for running away from the group. "Now get on before the train leaves—oh and don't worry about Christmas Harry, Dumbledore gave us the okay, you're coming back with us." She smiled. "Now get on all of you! Go!"
Harry decided to say nothing. He got onto the train with Ron and Hermione, "I'm going to find Draco," he said to them, "I hope that's okay."
"Yeah, sure," Ron shrugged while Hermione frowned. Ginny scoffed behind them and pushed roughly passed Harry, knocking over his trunk. Harry was more than happy that he had Hedwig already stowed away in the back with the other pets. "What is with that girl? Honestly?" Ron growled out. He moved to help Harry, but he shook his head.
"I'll get this, don't worry," he said.
"I'll go talk to her," Hermione said, clearly looking displeased at Ginny's actions. "I'll see you at Hogwarts, Harry." She stepped over carefully and looked back at Ron who stubbornly lifted Harry's heavy trunk.
"Ron, we have magic," Harry said. He took out his wand and with a swish and flick, his trunk floated into the air, hovering only a few inches.
"Oh, right," Ron blinked dimly. "Uhh see you then," he said, and he and Hermione made their way to the prefect's carriage at the end of the train. Harry sighed and started to walk the opposite way in his search for either an empty compartment or Draco.
The Omega alone, everyone seemed to have no fear or hesitation to stare at him as the pass. They even pressed their noses against the windows to watch him go by. The younger students held up rude finger signs while others help up various copies of Witch Weekly, the latest of which had a full-blown picture of him from Fourth Year and the caption, Harry Potter: The Loose Omega! He did his best to hold his head high as he walked past. The braver of the students even opened their doors to hackle him. "Hey Harry! You late for a dick appointment?" "I heard that slutty Omegas give birth monthly! How many kids did you pop out?" "Oi! Potter! Want to suck my cock while my friend fucks your cunt?" "POTTER!" "Hey, Potter! Should we call you Harry Poofer now?" "I'm surprised you're not already bouncing on someone's dick." Laughter followed all and Harry's steps slowed. He hated them but mostly he hated himself for letting it affect him. His eyes watered and he found his body feeling heavy. He needed to move but couldn't bring himself to do it. His trunk fell to the floor and he just stood there, shaking as the laughter surrounded him.
A hand grabbed his arm and he was shocked awake. He looked to see Draco holding him, his face stony. "Come on, my Omega," he said, sounding surprisingly calm. Harry nodded and inhaled Draco's strong scent, finding his strength once more. His trunk floated behind them and Draco directed him away, glaring at anyone who dared to look out of their compartments. They walked near the end of the train and Harry saw that everybody was mostly Slytherins. They looked at Harry only to look back quickly when they saw Draco. "In here," he ordered, opening a compartment door.
It was empty. Harry walked in and allowed Draco to take his trunk, lifting it easily onto the overhead storage. Draco sat down and pulled Harry towards him so that his Omega was laying across the seat, taking up the whole row. "Draco, shouldn't you be at the prefect meeting?" Harry asked.
"Skipped it, you're more important," Draco shrugged. He looked at the door, "My friends are coming in. They'll take care of you if you can't find me," he said, kissing Harry's nose. "Come in," he said loudly at the door. The compartment opened once more, and Harry recognized the teens that walked in.
The first was Blaise Zabini, a rather muscular Alpha with dark skin and brown eyes. He barely looked at Harry as he sat across of Draco, Theodore Nott, and Daphne Greengrass following. Harry looked at the two and his nose gave a little twitch. They were both Omegas, however, Theo had a bonding necklace. Another girl walked in and automatically moved towards Draco but stopped when she saw Harry. "What is it doing here?" she demanded.
"Hello to you too, Pansy," Draco sighed. He ignored her and petted Harry's hair. "Harry, these are my friends, plus Pansy Parkinson. Blaise, Theo, Daphne, this is my Omega, Harry."
"So it's true?" Blaise asked, "I thought you were just joking."
"As if I would joke about something as serious as this," Draco said, holding up Harry's necklace. Blaise shrugged and pulled Theo closer to him. "I got one too now," he added.
"Hello," Theo said quietly, watching Harry carefully.
"So is everything they say about you true?" Daphne Greengrass asked.
"Hello! Why are you ignoring me?" Pansy demanded. Draco glared at both girls, "Shut up Parkinson," he snapped. "And Greengra—"
"Draco," Harry said, his Alpha immediately stopping. Harry moved so that he was sitting next to Draco, his leg hung over Draco's lap. He looked at the three Slytherins and then at Draco. "Do you mind if I tell them everything?" he asked.
"Even about him?" Draco asked Harry nodded.
"They're my friends, so why not," Draco shrugged. "Parkinson, get out."
"Malfoy—"
"Get out Parkinson," Zabini barked, "I want to hear what Potter has to say."
"I'm telling everyone, Draco Malfoy is fucking a useless slut," Parkinson sneered and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Draco looked at Harry, worried.
The Omega sat tall, refusing to allow her words to affect him. Instead, he just sat and stared at the three. "If you think like her, or even talk like her, then get out now. I do not want to deal with it," he said coldly.
Nobody moved so Harry sighed and began his story. "Yes when I was fourteen, Viktor Krum and I were dating. He was my Alpha and I was his Omega. He taught me everything I knew. He never mentioned a bonding necklace however when we talked, it was always about after school. Marrying after school, carrying his children, becoming his boywife he would call it," Harry blushed. "I loved the idea, even the name is nice to me, however now I would argue to be called his husband," he glanced at Draco. "By the end of the year, though, Viktor went away without a goodbye. I was heartbroken, obviously, but fifth year made me quickly forget about my old Alpha. I don't need to tell you guys what happened last year but during the summer, I met my father, my real father.
"Dumbledore… he somehow convinced two thieves to steal me when I was only a month old. I was left with the Potters and then given to the muggles Dursleys after my parents—after the Potters died," Harry continued. "They treated me horribly to put it shortly, however now I never have to go back to them ever again. This summer, I found my father, my real father. He's a strong Alpha, the strongest I've ever met, which makes sense seeing who he is." Harry smiled as he thought about his father. "He's kind and doting to me, but ruthless and cruel to his enemies, and even his followers. Not that I care, for I all know I have nothing to worry about with the Dark Lord as my father." He watched the three, waiting for their reaction.
Theo seemed to realized what he said first, his eyes growing wide before looking at Harry with intense interest. Harry thought he could see a flick of fear as he looked between Harry and Draco. Blaise, however, reacted vocally, "You're the Dark Lord's son?" he whispered fearfully. Harry nodded. "How did you even get approval to court him?" He asked, looking at Draco.
"My father did something I wish he didn't," Harry said, frowning. "But it does not matter."
"Wait—I don't understand," Daphne frowned, "You are the Dark Lord's son? He was married?"
"He was, he had an Omega," Harry answered.
"Who was she?" Daphne asked, "Do you know?"
"He. His name was Adrian, I was named after them both," Harry said.
"So what's your real name?" Daphne asked.
"I'm still Harry," Harry shrugged. "My full name is Harrison Salazar Riddle, but only my father calls me Harrison—and I rather keep it that way."
"Oh."
The compartment fell into a silence as the three Slytherins did their best to comprehend what Harry just told them. Harry looked out the window to watch the scenery go by as the other three Slytherins were silent. The city was just starting to turn into countryside. Theodore Nott broke the silence when he asked, "What does this mean about the war? And this prophecy that the Daily Prophet has been going on about?"
"My father told me that the war doesn't concern me anymore," Harry said. "We obviously won't be fighting anymore because I wouldn't dare fight against my family. As for the prophecy, even if it was real, it doesn't specify me. My birthday is the middle of July, not the end."
"Do you know who it was that leaked that you're an Omega? And about your relationship with Krum?" Theo asked.
Harry shook his head. "No, I don't," he said sadly.
"Who knew about it?" Theo asked.
"Only Ron and Hermione, but they're my best friends, they wouldn't dare do something like this—especially Hermione, she knows first-hand how vile they can be," Harry said.
Nott did not look convinced, but he leaned back.
"So, what now?" Blaise asked. "Are you going to be a Slytherin now or something?"
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm still a Gryffindor. We think that it's the best place for me. However, my dad did give me a task to do while here. I have to turn the student body against Dumbledore. My father wants to be out in the open about our relationship, however, we need people against Dumbledore to back us up."
"Sounds like fun," Blaise grinned. "Why not stay with us Slytherins? You'll have us around your finger in a month," he winked causing Draco to growl in the back of his throat. Blaise threw his hands up, showing he was joking.
"I don't know if that is a good idea," Harry frowned, "staying with you guys, or at least kind of moving into your dormitory. I don't want Dumbledore to get suspicious at all. Especially since he and I will be having 'lessons' together."
"Lessons? You never mentioned them to me," Draco said.
"I didn't want to worry you or father," Harry said. "But I do want to have you all wrapped around my fingers eventually."
"But you'll be wrapped around Draco's," Blaise snickered, "or rather on them, eh?"
Nobody laughed. Harry glared at Zabini and stood quickly. "I would rather you do not make any of those kinds of jokes around me Zabini. You are my Alpha's friend however I still don't know you. Pray that you don't make a horrible impression."
Zabini stared at Harry, his mouth hanging open. "You just yelled at me," he whispered. "That's… that's amazing," he grinned.
Harry huffed and sat down, crossing his arms. "Is it so weird that I have a backbone?" he demanded.
"You? No, but as an Omega, a bit," Draco nodded. "Omegas don't bend over backward for every Alpha they meet, and they do argue with their Alpha, however, it is a little unheard of an Omega to act as defiant as you do. Personally, I find it very sexy, Harry."
"I'm so happy my temper is sexy to you," Harry drawled. He looked at Theo and Daphne, "Please tell me my behavior isn't weird," he pleaded.
The two Slytherins looked at each other sheepishly. "It is," Daphne admitted. "You do not act like any Omega we've met before."
"Oh great," Harry groaned. He curled onto the seat and leaned into Draco, who wrapped an arm around him. "No matter what I have to be singled out," he muttered.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Omega," Draco whispered, "just focus on you and me, eh? Only opinions who matter."
"I guess so, Alpha," Harry mewled. He looked at the three then back at Draco. He decided that it would be better to tell Draco about the food when they were alone. Instead, he turned to the three friends and decided that he wanted to know them more. Relaxing against his Alpha, he pulled Draco's free hand onto his lap and played with it as he talked with Blaise, Theo, and Daphne.
After a couple of awkward questions, Harry was surprised at how easy it was to keep a conversation flow between the five of them. He did not notice the time passing by until there was a knock on their door. A younger year stood, holding two rolls of parchment. "Umm these are for Blaise Zabini and Harry Potter," she said. She handed them and ran off.
"What is it?" Draco asked as Harry opened the letter, reading it.
"An invitation from Professor Slughorn?" Harry said, frowning slightly.
"Slughorn?"
"The new professor," Harry said. "I met him during the summer." He looked at Blaise then at Draco. "Umm…"
"Go, I trust you with Zabini," Draco said, pulling Harry in for a long possessive kiss. "I just want to make sure my smell is strong on you," he winked.
Harry blushed and stood with Blaise, the two walking out together. He leaned in and sniffed, "Malfoy's right, you reek of him now," he grinned and slung an arm over Harry's shoulder.
"Zabini!"
"Don't worry Harry, I'm a loyal dog," Blaise said. "There are two people I listen to, and Draco is number two." Harry just shook his head and walked on with Blaise. They were not the first to arrive. There were three others, a Seventh year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and, surprisingly enough, Neville. The Gryffindor perked up when he saw Harry and smiled. "Harry," he said.
Harry nodded towards Neville, "Hello," he said.
"Harry! So excited to see you here m'boy! And you must be Blaise Zabini," Professor Slughorn said, enthusiastically shaking Harry's hand before turning quickly to Blaise. It was a tight fit in the compartment, Blaise making sure that Harry had the seat nearest to the door as Slughorn began talking and handing out food. Harry did not pay any attention as his nose twitched. He couldn't help but notice the smells of three different Alphas. The first was Blaise, obviously as his new friend was sitting rather close next to him. The second was the seventh year Gryffindor named Cormac McLaggen who kept leering at Harry, winking whenever Slughorn wasn't looking. The third, however, shocked Harry. His eyes turned to the Ravenclaw only to smell nothing. From his previous encounter, he knew that Slughorn was a Beta. He was stuck for a good minute before his eyes slowly panned to Neville, who sat there awkwardly. His senses flared and he almost gasped when he realized it. Neville's an Alpha.
He did not know why this news shocked him. Maybe because it was Neville, who was always shy and mousy. Harry did not want to assume, but he always thought that Neville would be a fellow Omega, if not a Beta at least. Something struck him. Am I the only Omega in our dorm? He worried. It was a nonsense worry, he knew. He had Draco's necklace, and they were his friends. Yet the thought of sleeping with four Alphas surrounding him scared Harry even though it was baseless. Stop it, there's no point worrying yourself uselessly like this, he thought. His irritation for himself grew as he pushed down those awful thoughts.
As Harry thought, everyone was there because they were related to someone influential or famous. One by one Slughorn went through them, taking a shine to McLaggen especially. Harry did not like the way McLaggen kept leering at him as Slughorn interrogated him. He couldn't see his hands, yet there was something heavy in the air. Harry wanted to leave as soon as possible, but Slughorn kept spinning yarns and telling tales of his old students. The heavy smell continued, and Harry's stomach fell when he recognized it. McLaggen was aroused.
He squirmed uncomfortably and pushed near Blaise, looking around uselessly. Why is no one else reacting? Harry worried. A small sweat began to develop on his body and McLaggen smirked at the reaction. In the back of his mind, a small voice told him that he needed this. That Harry deserved what McLaggen was doing and he should be a good Omega and allow whatever McLaggen do to happen. Harry wanted to throw up at these thoughts. The lanterns lit as dusk came and Slughorn jumped, looking around. "Good gracious, it's getting dark already! I didn't notice that they'd lit the lamps! You'd better go and change into your robes, all of you. McLaggen, you must drop by and borrow that book on nogtails. Harry, Blaise—any time you're passing. Well, off you go, off you go!"
Harry pushed out only to stop in the corridor, the smell of McLaggen's arousal was stronger than ever. He turned around to see the Gryffindor standing in front of him, "Hey Harry," he purred, "how about you and I go back to my compartment and you can have fun with a real Alpha?" He smirked and fondled his clothed impressively big erection.
His disgust turned into a wave of pure anger that led his fist, slamming into McLaggen's face as hard as he could punch. The Alpha staggered, staring at Harry, "What the fuck!?"
"Don't you even dare," Harry hissed. He grabbed Blaise who was just getting out of the compartment and pulled him. "We're leaving," he said.
"Harry baby come on! I just want a bit of fun," Cormac McLaggen laughed. "Don't be such a prude."
"Harry—what did he do?"
"You mean you didn't smell it?" Harry demanded. "The bastard was aroused almost the entire ride! I could smell it clearly!"
Blaise frowned, "Was he? Shit, I'm sorry Harry. We can't smell that."
"What do you mean?" Harry demanded.
"We can't smell other Alpha's arousals," Blaise said. "We can tell when an Alpha is looking at our Omega, but we cannot smell their arousal."
Harry frowned; he wrapped his arms around himself. "It was so strong, I thought I was drowning in it," he said. "Something in the back of my mind begged me to submit, to just allow him to do whatever he wants. It was awful."
Blaise sighed, "Sorry Harry, I wish I realized sooner. But hey, at least you gave him a good punch, right?"
"I guess," Harry frowned. He looked at his necklace and held it tight wanting nothing more but to be with Draco.
The second they returned to the compartment, Harry separated and fell on Draco's lap, hugging and kissing him deeply. Draco returned in kind, biting Harry's lower lip and dragging his teeth. Harry moaned and curled into Draco, needing his scent all around him. Draco held him tightly as Blaise leaned towards him. Harry heard him whisper what happened and Draco's arms tightened. "I am not letting you go until you are with that good Weasley," he growled.
"Yes Alpha," Harry whined. Draco dressed Harry in his school robes, an act that Harry did not even feel embarrassed about. He wanted to be doted on in that moment, to have any excuse or reason to have Draco touch and hold him just so he could forget the disgusting smell of McLaggen's arousal. The train stopped and Harry held onto Draco, not even thinking of separating to sit with his friends on the carriage ride to Hogwarts. Students glared and whispered about him as Draco led the small group. The five got in and closed the carriage. A few moments later, the thestrals in front of the carriage moved, pulling the group to Hogwarts.
A/N: Raise your hand if you guessed that Neville would be an Alpha, or that McLaggen would... be awful.
Felix1Rolo2: Thank you! I hope you liked this chapter as well!
Fricken Botmn: Welp, that's fanfic for you.
AnnaMerteuil: We'll find out later!
Meroku: You're right, it is very odd of Mrs. Weasley to do what she did! Especially if she did it intentionally! Maybe there is another person behind the protein... I love Blaise X Ron too, sorry it can't happen in this story, but yeah in my mind Blaise x Theo is canon if I'm not using anyone else. Harry doesn't take the news well, but thankfully there was no permanent damage. Hermione really does need to learn, however it won't be for a while...
Angelbear1: thank you!
Mizzrazz72:no, Hermione does not want Harry for herself.
Rori Potter: No, Molly is not trying to kill Harry intentionally.
DZ2: I mean you're right, all of them will be very murderous, I'm surprised Voldemort did not kill her on the station! He must really be trying to please his son.
Katherine-Taoris4ever: Damn a lot of people are hating Molly here.