Chapter 14

Reunited

HARRY POTTER DUPES ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD! NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM MIGHT BE REAL CHOSEN ONE!

Anonymous

In the wake of Harry Potter's scandalous reveal to be a Ruined Omega, more shocking revelations continue to come forth as new information is discovered. This summer it has been revealed that the one wizard who we thought was going to be our Savior, the Chosen One who will defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Harry Potter, was none other than an Omega. This by itself is not scandalous, but what he did is. Harry Potter cheated his way, having a long line of lovers that consisted of poor Alphas who falls for his allure only for the boy to drop them when he gets bored or whatever it is he wants. He did this all while maintaining a deceitful lie that he was actually an Alpha, which we all hoped and expected him to be.

His lies seem to continue even now and spread to not only his status but his old friends as well. It seems that in masquerading as an Alpha, Harry Potter has overshadowed who might be the true Chosen One and actual Alpha: Neville Longbottom!

Such a shocking revelation comes from a trusted student from Hogwarts itself who wishes to stay anonymous. The student commented, "I was shocked to see that Neville was actually an Alpha! I always thought that he was going to be an Omega, and Potter the Alpha but when it turned out to be the opposite, it all makes sense! Potter was always attention-seeking—he even broke the rules to get onto the Quidditch team First Year! So pretending to be an Alpha and bullying Neville to hide the truth doesn't seem unlikely."

Harry Potter, as it is known, was the youngest Seeker in Quidditch history, joining the team in his first year at Hogwarts at age eleven, when normally that goes against the school's rule which exempts First Years from trying out for the team.

With so much scheming and lying, we feel that we must examine the Prophecy once more, and who the real Chosen One is. This prophecy, which was a mystery to us all, has been uncovered, in full, but another source who wishes to stay anonymous, the same source who broke the whole story about Harry Potter's second gender as a matter of fact!

Unfortunately, the Daily Prophet does now allow our writing to go into verse, though spirals is still an excellent choice for short articles, so the prophecy will go as follows: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Why at first glance it certainly does sound ominous, and rather scary, however, I can fully assure you that this prophecy applies fully to Neville Longbottom, the Alpha, instead of Harry Potter the Liar. This prophecy, after several readings, does indeed indicate to Longbottom instead of Potter. The fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is an Alpha himself, so it is only right that his equal is an Alpha, which Longbottom is. He was born as the seventh month dies, same as Potter it should be noted, and both set of parents were known to be loud defilers of You-Know-Who. An Omega could never stand a chance against the Dark Lord, so our Savior, the Chosen One who will save us all, has to be the Alpha Neville Longbottom! Everything fits, everything makes sense, and Neville is our savior.

Harry felt a disgusting pit as he read the article in the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. He looked around Gryffindor Table and he could feel everyone's glares and heated glances. His stomach boiled with an angry shame and he felt like a barrier was being built around him that separated the Omega from everyone else. Next to him, Hermione scoffed, looking on the verge of ripping the paper up, "What a load of rubbish!" she said, throwing it down. "Harry, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Harry said automatically, "it's just rubbish. But…"

"But?"

Harry frowned, he started to feel tense as the whispers around him started. "How did they know about the prophecy?" He asked. He looked at Ron and Hermione, "That's the prophecy, word for word."

"It is?" Ron asked. Harry nodded and both his friends frowned. "How did they get that?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, there are only a few people who know the prophecy," Harry frowned, his voice getting lower. "Me, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. Professor Trelawney gave the prophecy, apparently, but she doesn't remember it at all."

"Well we know that you wouldn't give it away, or your dad, right?" Ron asked, Harry nodding automatically but Hermione still looked unconvinced. "So was it Dumbledore?"

"Why would he do this though?" Hermione frowned. "They said that their source is the same person who revealed Harry's second gender, why would Dumbledore do any of this?"

"I don't know, to keep me in line or something?" Harry said thoughtfully, "or to get me scared and go to him for help?"

"But that makes no sense Harry," Hermione said, "Dumbledore would never do that."

"And he wouldn't have people steal Harry as a baby, but look what happened," Ron shot back.

"Guys, not now," Harry said, "Don't argue."

"Fine," Ron huffed.

Harry stared at the article and frowned deeply. "Harry?" He looked up to see Neville standing sheepishly. "Umm, can I sit with you?" Harry nodded and Neville sat down. "Harry, I'm so sorry—I swear that it wasn't me! I don't know where all of this is coming from."

"Don't worry Neville, we know it wasn't you," Harry smiled, "You're too goodhearted and honest to do something like this." Neville smiled with a blush. Harry held onto his bonding necklace, playing with it as he talked.

"However, I have no idea who the student is who talked to the prophet about this," Harry frowned. "It's only the second day of school! How could anyone have the time?"

"I don't know," Neville said, "but uh—I'll help you! I will! I'll tell them all that the newspaper is lying, that you're the chosen one and—"

"Neville, you don't need to do that," Harry smiled. "I honestly don't care about this war anymore. It doesn't even concern us, we're just underaged students. But—" Harry thought for a moment. He mentally sighed, seeing only one way that he could work out of this, as well as do what his father commands. "I would like you to do something for me," he said.

"What is it?" Neville asked excitedly.

"I want you to just tell the others in our year to meet up in the common room after dinner," Harry said. "There are some things I need to tell you all—things that Hermione and Ron know."

"Oh, okay," Neville said, sensing the gravity of the situation. "What is it?"

"The truth," Harry said simply. "About me, who I am, and how Dumbledore's been lying to all of us."

"Harry are you sure that's a good idea?" Hermione asked immediately. "What if—"

"It's fine Hermione," Harry said, "It's better they know the truth and I tell it on my terms than just saying nothing and let these rumors spiral out of control. Besides, I don't want to be afraid to sleep in my own bed." He turned to Neville and gave a sympathetic smile, "Please Neville, it's nothing horrible I swear, just tell Dean, Seamus, and the others to just gather around the back of the common room, where we can be alone."

"Okay, I will Harry," Neville nodded. He stood up and saw Dean and Seamus, "I'll start right now!"

Harry smiled at that and watched as Neville walked away. Hermione still looked unconvinced about the whole ordeal, however, thankfully she did not bring the matter up at all during the day. However, his day did not go smoothly. The harassment seemed to only increase as time went on, people hissed and jeered at him when Professors were not looking or weren't around. Ron and Hermione chased them off, even took off points, but that only seemed to encourage the braver ones to laugh at Harry. Draco was entirely busy with his classes, and the two only had a ten minute in between to hug and stay with each other. He told Draco his plans, and the Alpha kissed him good luck before having to run for class.

Dinner passed with an uneased tension that caused nobody to talk. Harry was happy when it was over. He, Hermione, and Ron took their time returning to the Gryffindor Common Room, and Harry was happy to see that Neville was able to do as he was asked.

Neville was waiting in a back corner at a circular table, along with Seamus, Dean, along with Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown. Harry made his way towards them, Ron and Hermione following. Neville smiled and waved when Harry was close enough, however, the others were strangely silent. "Thanks for coming," Harry said, sitting down.

"What do you want Potter? Are you going to finally admit you lied?" Seamus asked.

Harry gave him a short glare and shook his head. "I never lied to anyone," he said. "I just never told you guys about it because it was my private life. But now the world knows, so I want to set the record straight."

"Then why have Neville get us? Are you two up to something?" Lavender Brown asked accusingly.

"No," Harry said strongly, "and I would rather all of you just keep silent while I talk. This would go better without any interruption."

Lavender frowned and looked around at the table, "Is Harry really an Omega?" she hissed, "he doesn't act like one."

"Lavender, please, just listen to Harry," Hermione said. She and Ron sat on either side of Harry. The brown-haired Gryffindor looked at Hermione for a second before shrugging.

Harry took a breath and started his story which he planned out throughout the day. "The Potters aren't my real parents, they raised me for a year, yeah, however, I'm not their biological son. My real birth mother, if you will, was an Omega named Adrian, and he had a husband named Tom. They named me Harrison; however I wish for you guys to just keep calling me Harry, only my dad can call me Harrison. My birth dad, Adrian, died in childbirth leaving just Tom and me. However, it was only a month later when two people broke into our home and kidnapped me. My father, Tom, was never the strongest support or ally of Dumbledore. They had a whole different view on Magic, and how to deal with the Dark Arts. At this time, my father was working on a manuscript, a book that blends together both Light and Dark Magic. I have it in my trunk if you want proof. My father believes, and so do I, that it was Dumbledore who ordered my kidnapping because of their differing views.

"So I was sent to live with the Potters, not knowing about my true parents. And then my life happened, you all know what happened. I was raised by muggles who weren't the nicest to me, made me sleep in a cupboard the first eleven years of my life, and I kept on living not knowing about Dumbledore's crime until this summer. It's a long story but, I found my father, my real father. Tom. He's been searching endlessly for sixteen years, and it was only a struck of luck that brought us together. He showed me his memory, we talked and in the end, everything fell into place. Dumbledore, in his stride towards the Greater Good, did disastrous things to my family. Both with Tom and the Potters. He kidnapped me, moved me to a house that doesn't love me after the Potters were murdered, and lied constantly about who I truly am. Year after year here, I faced all these terrible things that could have easily been dealt with by Dumbledore. Quirrell, the Chamber of Secrets, dementors, and being forced to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. You guys know me, you know that I hate attention, that I just want a quiet life. But instead, I'm thrust into danger, me and my friends almost dying every year. Cedric dying…" Harry stopped himself to take a breath, the image of Cedric Diggory flashing before him for only a moment. "Can you guys just believe up to here that Dumbledore has done some rather messed up stuff?" he asked.

The group around him was silent until Neville nodded, "I do," he said softly.

"So do I," Ron said proudly.

"I guess," Hermione muttered, which followed by a round of muttered acceptance. Harry smiled at that.

"Thank you," he said.

"What does all this have to do with what the papers say?" Parvati asked.

"I'm getting there," Harry said. "They only had some truths. One, I am an Omega, and two in my fourth year I did have a relationship, even though he never gave me a bonding necklace. I was dating Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion. I didn't know anything about who I was with my second gender, but Viktor did. He taught me everything I know, and in general, was a sweet and caring boyfriend."

"Then why did you take me to the Yule Ball instead of him?" Parvati asked.

"I asked Professor McGonagall if I could take my boyfriend, but she said no. Though she was supportive that I had a boyfriend, she told me that the other schools would look poorly on it, especially Beauxbaton," Harry explained.

"Wait, really?" Seamus asked, "Dean and I went as a couple no problem."

"That was what I was told, and Viktor and I believed it," Harry shrugged. "Anyway, we dated through the year, and made promises to write and keep in contact, however the last time I saw him was the day he and the other Durmstrang students left."

"How awful," Parvati gasped, "Oh Harry you must have felt horrible!"

"I did," Harry nodded, "and with Viktor gone, my heats ended as well. I was dry during fifth year. I actually thought that I would never experience a heat again. Then I met Draco Malfoy out of school and, yeah he's a gigantic prick I won't even try to defend him on that, but we started talking, our talks became more serious and before I knew it…" Harry lifted up his bonding necklace, "my heat came back, and Draco and I entered a courtship. However, I'm still yelling at him to fix his attitude. And though we are dating, Draco and I have never, you know. Viktor has been the only Alpha, the only person, I've ever been with. And that's basically it," he ended. "That's the truth."

The table was silent. The other Gryffindors looked at each other, all in various forms and stages of thought as they did their best to comprehend everything that Harry told them. Harry waited anxiously, holding onto his necklace for support as he looked at his housemates individually. Neville's face as flushed red, looking as though he would explode from thinking harder than he ever did. Seamus glanced at Harry sympathetically while Dean looked oddly calm. Parvati was frowning and Lavender had her eyebrows furrowed together. Time continued to pass, and Harry felt worried. He opened his mouth several times to say "Well?" or "What do you have to say?" but found his voice dying at each attempt.

It wasn't until Hermione spoke that everyone looked up. "I'm sorry Harry," she said. "I'm sorry for the things I've said, and not believing you."

"You finally believe me?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded. "Everything."

Harry's grin stretched his face and he hugged Hermione, not caring that the others were watching. Hermione hugged back, and both were on the verge of tears.

"I believe you too Harry," Neville said, "always had. I'm—it's shocking, what Dumbledore did but, I'm sorry that he did it. I hope you can put everything behind you."

"Sorry about those things I said last night, Harry," Seamus said. "No hard feelings?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," Dean said. "We really shouldn't have said that." Harry offered them a smile and shrugged.

"I just want to forget about it," he said honestly. The girls both apologized at the same time, and just like that, the smear campaign against Harry was over for the seven of them. Harry felt comfortable later that night as he dressed for bed, and as he laid in bed, he brought out his father's book to read from it. His curtains were open so the boys could see him read. "Is that it? Your dad's book?" Dean asked from his bed.

Harry nodded and looked at the cover, "It's a copy of the manuscript he was working on. He didn't work on it since I was taken away," he said.

"What's it about? Does it say how to perform the Unforgivable Curses?" Neville asked, sounding a little afraid.

Harry shook his head, "No, at least not from what I read. It's more like the history of the spells and how they were developed. I'll be honest, this is a bit boring and I wouldn't read it normally, but it is really interesting actually, and also my dad made it. So, I just have a drive to read it, you know, like I'll learn more about him by doing so."

"Ohh," Neville said, relieved. "That's good."

Harry hummed.

"So, you and Malfoy," Seamus said.

"Me and Malfoy," Harry nodded.

"How is he? Like as a boyfriend."

"He's very sweet," Harry smiled. "Not as much as a traditionalist as I expect, however, I think it's because of who we are, and how we were before."

"So you actually argue back to him? Like full-on screaming?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, he even likes it," Harry shrugged.

"Wow... which I was an Omega, eh Seamus?" Dean grinned, "Imagine that."

"You'll be an annoying brat, that's for sure," Seamus muttered. "And if you're an Omega, we can't exactly switch around can we?"

"Oh yeah, that's true," Dean smirked. Harry blushed and looked at Ron and Neville, "Uhh, I think I'm going to bed," he said and closed the curtains. He slept easy, a soft smile playing his lips as he felt completely safe in Gryffindor Tower once more.

Voldemort made sure that Remus was deep asleep before sneaking out of their bed. Wearing only a robe, Voldemort made his way to the basement where his precious Nagini awaited. He petted his Horcrux and closed his eyes. He reached out with his magic and soul, feeling Nagini and his son. A smile played his lips as he felt Harry's calm composure. "Your little snake is doing well, he convinced his housemates of Dumbledore's treachery," Voldemort chuckled. He could feel his other Horcruxes faintly on the horizon, however, he did not look for them. Instead, he focused entirely on Nagini.

His awareness began to fade, feeling in his body started to nub before a cold sensation took over. Voldemort inhaled deeply and felt his awareness move from himself to Nagini. When next he opened his eyes, he saw his body sitting in front of him, his eyes closed. In Nagini's body, Voldemort hissed and felt the magic swirl around him as he teleported away, using his son's memories to find the Burrow.

The house looked massive to Voldemort, as he looked at it. A massive ramshackle tower of rooms that seemed to be added onto one another with no thought or reason, looking as though it is only staying upright and together with magic. Voldemort moved towards the home, feeling the shields and protections around the property. He couldn't help but chuckle as he moved through it easily, none of the barriers barring animals. He slithered towards the front door, which was naturally locked, but it did not matter to him.

Using his magic, the door unlocked and opened silently, granting him access. He entered into the kitchen and stopped. Voldemort raised his head and front half of his body, hissing softly as he flicked his tongue out, tasting the air and magic that swirled around. The air tasted heavy with also honey and sweets. Voldemort followed the smell, staying still as he reached out with his magic, mentally mapping the home. There were two people in the home, sleeping on the fourth floor. Voldemort focused on the woman, inhaling for her scent but finding nothing. She was a Beta, just like all other Weasleys. Voldemort lowered back to the floor and slithered away, following the magic as he stuck to the shadows, moving under and around furniture until he reached the stairs outside of the kitchen.

He moved to the banister pole and used it to spiral upwards, giving him the height needed to climb the first stair. Nagini was a particularly long snake so that when he was fully on the first step, his entire body covered it. He then used his body as a base, lifting his head to get to the second step, pushing off and slithering down it to pull the rest of his body up. It was easy work, but long work. Voldemort however moved silently, hissing to smell the air, his tongue flicking at the Beta magic that surrounded the home.

On the fourth floor, he stopped at the landing and moved to a nearby closed door that opened slightly at his will. He moved inside, the door fully closing once his whole body was in. The room was simple with just a large bed and two bedside drawers, a wide dresser opposite it with a window, and another tall wardrobe. The two Weasleys in the bed were snoring loudly, deep asleep. Voldemort slithered his way to the bed, moving underneath it. Perfectly hidden, he coiled underneath where Mrs. Weasley was sleeping and began to concentrate once more.

It was easy for the Dark Lord to invade her mind. It was a surprisingly organized mess with piles of memories about her family mostly, as well as Harrison and his friends. They all had a warm, comforting feeling which confused the Dark Lord for a moment. He moved towards the memories of Harry and found one that did not feel as warm as the others. This memory felt cold, almost formal, and businesslike with a little fear. He decided to start with this memory.

It was the day that the letters from Hogwarts arrived. Mrs. Weasley was surprised as she was sorting the mail to see that she too has gotten a letter from Professor Dumbledore. Curious, she hummed as she opened it.

Molly,

I have something very important to inform you. As I am sure Harry has told you, the Muggles have mistreated him. I always thought that Harry, in his childish imagination, exaggerated the extent of their mistreatment. After all, a missed meal here and there will not do lasting damage. Nor will a slapped wrist or bum will lead to a scarred child. However, before I dropped Harry onto your doorstep, I've put it upon myself to check his health. Your double and triple servings of food help, I must admit, however, I found that he is rather malnourished, and is in desperate need of supplements.

I have taken the liberty of writing a friend for a potion that Harry needs. It is all paid for, so there is no need for you to worry about that. During your visit to Diagon Alley, please go to the Apothecary on the North Side near Flourish and Blotts. There, my friend will give you Harry's supplements, just mention my name over the counter. Please do not mention this to Harry, you know how teenage boys can be. He would be embarrassed if he knew that you and I were helping him in this way. When you have the supplements, it will be as simple as sprinkling it onto Harry's food.

Thank you very much, Molly, and Harry will thank you too when he finds out,

Dumbledore.

Molly felt so heartbroken. "The poor dear," she muttered to herself. She folded and pocketed the letter just as her daughter walked in, looking angry and hurt. "Harry almost cut me with magic!" she screamed out as the memory faded. The next second, they were at the Apothecary. Mrs. Weasley was by herself, looking a little nervous.

She left Ginny with her husband Arthur, telling them both that she just needs to pop into the Apothecary. There was a cheerful man standing behind the counter, smiling warmly at her. "Hello, how can I help you?" he asked as she approached.

"Yes, hello," Mrs. Weasley said, looking around. "I'm here to pick up some supplements? Professor Dumbledore made the order."

"Ah yes! Of course, you're lucky we just got it in stock," the man smiled. "Professor Dumbledore was actually just here an hour ago picking up the same thing."

"They're for Harry, the poor dear," Mrs. Weasley said sympathetically. "Thank you," she said, taking the bag that the man placed on the counter. She exited the store happily and placed the small bag into a bigger bag from Flourish and Blotts.

The scenes then changed, becoming quicker and quicker as Mrs. Weasley added the "supplements" to Harry's dinner. Voldemort saw enough and stepped out of the memories, totally disgusted.

A blind follower who does as she's commanded with a smile, he thought to himself. However, now I know how she obtained the Alpha Protein. Perhaps I should give the Apothecary a visit. As for the Weasleys… Voldemort wanted to kill them. He really did; however, he made his promise to his dear son. As well as the needless complications it would cause for his budding romance with Remus Lupin, who is friends with these mindless dolts. Finding himself in a hopeless situation, Voldemort hissed angrily and slithered away, leaving the Weasleys alone. He made it to the property's edge and then focused his magic to teleport Nagini's body once more, appearing right in front of his own body.

He relaxed and a moment later he was back in his own body. He opened his eyes and stood up to stretch as Nagini hissed. "I believe we now know how we're going to oust Dumbledore and save your little snake," he said to Nagini. "But first, we must rest."

Nagini agreed and slithered away to her own little sleeping place while Voldemort made his return to the master bedroom. He glanced at a clock as he walked by, seeing that he was gone for only an hour. Remus was still sleeping beautifully, holding onto the covers as he faced towards Voldemort's side of the bed. Remus grunted as the bed dipped and his eyes barely opened sleepily. "Tom? What time is it?" he slurred.

"It's still the middle of the night, puppy, go back to sleep," Voldemort said, taking off his night robe. He slipped under the covers and pulled Remus to him, holding him tight. Remus relaxed under Voldemort's grip and slurred, "Alright," before falling back to sleep. Voldemort smiled, petting Remus' hair as he thought about his next move. I'll pay this Apothecarist a visit and convince the man to show me a history of Dumbledore's purchases, afterward it'll be simple, stepping out and proving that Harrison is mine, and Dumbledore's the villain. He leaned forward and inhaled Remus' scent. It calmed the Alpha immensely and he smiled softly as he found his eyes closing, and he too soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

A/N: I need to pick up the pace here! I only have Chapter 15 written as of posting this! That is no good at all. But more importantly, look at everything that can be overcome thanks to friendship!

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Tanya D: It's not discrimination more as people taking a study about wolves which was later debunked by the same researcher who did the OG study then going wild with it. I'm just here for the kink. And I'll be honest I'm a bit confused about your worries and confusions myself.

Guest: I think you're wrong, that Hermione is just going by what she knows and what she learns and it just takes her a little longer to funny understand those outside her comfort zone and wheelhouse.

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FallenAngel2487:No, Remus does not know that Tom is Voldemort. Yet.

AnnaMerteuil: So much Hermione hate... makes a writer sad. Redirect that to Rowling.

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WereBunny87: Gasp don't do that to Hermione! And yes, Harry does have indeed many boys to protecc him, not that he needs it.

Rori Potter: Thank you, and are there sides? Huh.

Meroku: Uhhhhhh are you serious? Bell kicked Harry off the team because of the propaganda that spread about him being a ruined Omega and she took it at face value. This wasn't a good thing. And Ron and Draco both quit Quidditch because of what she did, they wanted to play with Harry and since he's kicked off the team, both boys saw no point in doing so. As for Snape, he's something to be used before stuffed someplace else. I hate him lmao