Chapter 17

Consequences

Draco ushered his Omega into the sixth year's dormitory, locking the door behind them. Harry was calmer now, thinking a little more rationally than when he burst in. He still needed to take several calming breaths as Draco brought him to his bed before he was able to explain further. The two sat, Draco holding Harry, petting his hair as Harry explained about everything that happened in Dumbledore's office. "It was stupid of me, I was angry, furious, and he used it," Harry said. "Alpha, I walked straight into his trap."

Draco frowned, "What are we going to do?" he asked.

"I have to get my father here, somehow," Harry said. He thought for a moment before saying, "I'll have to tap into the Horcrux inside me again." He frowned, "Give me some space Alpha, please. I need to concentrate."

Draco stood back and Harry closed his eyes as he concentrated on the magic within him. The last time, it was an accidental touch, a brush against something foreign. But now that he knew it was his father, it was the Horcrux inside him, Harry could feel it radiating within him. It was a dark powerful mass hidden inside, and it felt comforting to the young Riddle who buried himself inside, pleading for his father to show.

There was a loud crash, like a million pieces of glass shattering and raining around them, and before Harry knew it, Lord Voldemort appeared before him and Draco. "Father," Harry panted, hugging him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Harrison, calm down, what is the matter?" Voldemort demanded. "Was it Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded and stepped away, muttering another apology. "Yes," he said, and he began telling his father everything that happened in Dumbledore's office. He slowly pulled out the ring and glanced up. "He saw you in my mind and I ran. The only good thing is that I was able to get this out as I ran away. I'm sorry, father. Truly."

He handed Voldemort the ring and stepped back, looking ashamed of how weak he was. Voldemort only glanced at the ring for a moment before looking at his son. "Look up at me," he commanded. "I am not disappointed in you Harrison; I should have expected the old fool to perform a trick such as this. However, this does mean that we need to work quicker than anticipated."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I have just recently gotten receipts from the apothecary where Dumbledore obtained the Alpha Protein," Voldemort said. "I am still, as a matter of fact, going over them and how I will present this to the public. However, with the glimpse, he saw inside your mind, though it is not concrete, it is still worrying."

"Sir," Draco said hesitantly, "would Dumbledore try to do anything against Harry directly? Like, try to send him to Azkaban, or worse?"

"No, no I do not believe so," Voldemort muttered. "The old man would not dare to try and ostracize himself from others, and though the smear campaign against you Harry is dying down, this would still ostracize Dumbledore against the people."

"Especially because they're asking about Neville," Harry added, frowning. "Um, father, what exactly are you going to do?"

Voldemort thought for a moment. "Today is the seventh of September," he said, talking aloud as he thought through the timeline. "I had wanted to step into the light about our relationship and Dumbledore's wrongdoings in October after I've collected enough evidence, however from what I have right now, it should be enough just to get people suspicious of the old man. Draco, your father still has his connections in the Daily Prophet, I assume?"

"Yes, my lord," Draco said, sounding shocked as the Dark Lord talked to him.

"Good. Then by the week's end, expect a rather large article, boys, surrounding you and me, Harry," Voldemort said. "I will not come out as the Dark Lord, of course, but as Tom Riddle, the concerned and scared father who found his son."

"Father, I've been wondering," Harry said. "What are you going to do? About the war and Voldemort? I know you told me not to worry and it is not my place, but—"

"No, you have a right to know," Voldemort said. "I have gone under the name Voldemort since I have left Hogwarts. It was the name I used when researching the Darkest of Arts. The murders and tortures were caused mostly by those who chose to follow me, not that I paid it any heed. I was too focused on my research. However, Harrison, I have killed. Never forget that boys, your father is not an innocent man. You only have one innocent parent, and my sweet Adrian is gone." Voldemort paused for a moment, as though lost in a memory, before shaking his head.

"My Lord, what about our ideals, then?" Draco asked. Voldemort gave Draco a harsh look for daring to interrupt him but decided to spare him simply because he is Harry's Alpha and his future in-law.

"If you are talking about magic supremacy over muggles, I am a little insulted, Malfoy, that you think I truly believe that," Voldemort said. "My dear Adrian was half-blood, his father being a muggle. No, the purebloods who attached themselves with me brought along their values and have started the first war themselves, using me mostly as a boogieman. I saw it as a way to advance my research into the Dark Arts, so I did not mind it as much. However, it was after losing you, Harrison, that I allowed their views and insanity to take hold. I do not regret the advances in my research, and I make no apologies for them, my son, but what I do regret are the actions that have affected you and Remus personally." He sighed and shook his head. "The Dark Lord shall fade away, dying a secret death."

"But what about Remus?" Harry asked, "will you ever tell him?"

"Yes, I will, however, that can be a problem to worry about another day," Voldemort said. "The Dark Lord still has work to do, as does Tom Riddle. You two, meanwhile, must stay vigilant! Do you understand?"

"Yes, father," Harry nodded. "Tomorrow I'm going to look for how exactly the Alpha Protein is getting into my food. I know that it is tied to my usual seat for whenever I sit with Draco, it doesn't appear. I'm thinking of going to ask the house-elves in the kitchen."

"Very well, report your findings to me immediately then," Voldemort said. "I shall use everything to bring that man out of this school."

"Yes, father," Harry said once more. With their business concluded, Voldemort gave the two a final look before disappearing right in front of them. Draco breathed out and looked at his Omega, pulling him into his arms. "Everything will be okay," he whispered.

"I know," Harry nodded. He took a breath and turned to Draco. "I promised Ron and Hermione I would tell them everything that happened; however I think I would rather spend the night here with you."

"Of course," Draco chuckled.

So, Harry spent the night and none of the Slytherins questioned it. The next morning, Harry dressed and sat with the Gryffindors. He offered apologetic looks to both Ron and Hermione before giving his breakfast to Neville. "I'm going to the kitchens after breakfast," he told them. "I'm getting tired of this."

"Do you want us to come with you?" Ron asked hopefully.

"If you want, Draco's already coming," Harry nodded.

"Okay," Hermione said neutrally. She opened the paper and gasped almost a moment later. She looked up at the Slytherin Table and frowned as she turned to Harry. "Um, Harry," she said awkwardly. "Has uh… Malfoy been close with Parkinson?"

"No, he hates her to be honest," Harry said simply, "Why? What's up?"

Hermione frowned and gave the paper to Harry. She pointed to a rather small article with the heading PARKINSONS FOUND DEAD IN HOME! Harry didn't need to read anymore. He had a feeling he knew how exactly they died, even if the paper did not explicitly say so. The trio just shared a look as they glanced over at the Slytherin table where Parkinson sat, her eyes puffy from crying.

The matter was quickly brushed aside, and breakfast continued on. When the three were done, Ron and Hermione waited outside in the entrance hall as Harry goes to the Slytherin Table to get his Alpha. "Good morning, my pretty boywife, shall we go?" Draco chuckled.

"Yeah, but Ron and Hermione are coming with us," Harry said, giving Draco a quick peck on the lips. "How is Parkinson holding up?" he asked.

"Do you really care?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but it's the polite thing to worry about," Harry said, glancing at Parkinson. "We're not friends but still, she's still only sixteen."

"She will live. She has her family money and aunts and uncles to watch her," Draco said dismissively. "Come along, we have house-elves to talk to." He stood and took Harry's hand, the two walking together out into the Great Hall. "Hello Weasley, Granger," Draco said in a polite voice.

"Malfoy," they both said.

Harry sighed and pulled Draco on, "Come on," he said. "Let's go to the kitchens." They all followed Harry as he went to the left of the marble staircase down the corridor. Draco glanced back at Ron and smirked.

"So, Weasley," he said conversationally, "how was your date with that girl? What was her name? Brown?"

Ron's face went red and he immediately glared at Draco as he became lost for words. Hermione huffed and crossed her arms while Harry glanced around awkwardly. Draco saw their faces and smirked, "Did she leave you after five minutes, Weasley?" he chuckled.

"Draco, stop," Harry snapped. "It was a bad time for both of them, leave it."

Draco frowned and stayed quiet for the rest of the way. Harry led them towards the basement of Hogwarts, turning a corner into a broad stone basement corridor that was brightly lit and decorated with many food-themed paintings. Harry went to a painting of a bowl of fruit and tickled the pear. The painting giggled and the pear turned into a large green door that Draco immediately reached forward to open and hold for his Omega.

Inside was a gigantic room with five tables, identical to the tables in the Great Hall and in identical positions. The stone walls were filled with pots and pans, and several ovens were off as House-elves were busy cleaning everything and preparing for lunch. The house-elves all stopped momentarily to see them enter before going back to their tasks. Harry looked around the crowd of house-elves and his eyes fell upon the only house-elf who did not go back to his task.

The house-elf was much shorter than them and wore long mismatched socks on his feet as well as three hats on top of each other on his head. His large tennis ball eyes widened even larger with happiness as he ran towards Harry. "Harry Potter, sir, Dobby is so happy that you have come visit! Do you want tea—or maybe Dobby can get sirs and ma'am a drink?"

"No, Dobby, thank you," Harry said, "but I need to ask you something important."

"Oh! Is it about the medicine? Dobby hopes they are working, Harry Potter!" Dobby said excitedly. "Look!" He ran off to one of the cupboards and pulled out a large container. He carried to Harry and opened it, "Dobby is helping Harry Potter sir get better!" the house-elf said with pride. "Dobby is putting it on Harry Potter's seat just as Headmaster Dumbledore told Dobby!"

Harry felt his stomach lurch as he looked down at what Dobby was holding. He didn't need to even take the container; he could smell the Alpha Protein from where he stood. "Dobby," he said, "do you know what that is?"

"Medicine! Headmaster Dumbledore sir told Dobby that it is very important for Harry Potter to eat this every day!" Dobby said, "Is Harry Potter feeling better with it?"

"No you stupid elf, you're killing my Omega!" Draco sneered.

"DRACO!"

Harry whirled around and glared daggers at his Alpha, pushing him away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.

"Me? What is wrong with my old house-elf who is poisoning my mate!" Draco snarled.

"He didn't know better, now shut up and let me deal with this!" Harry said. He turned to Dobby only to see that Ron and Hermione were already trying to stop him from slamming the cupboard door on his hands. "Dobby stop," Harry said, running to help, "Dobby!"

"Dobby must be punished!" the house-elf cried. "Dobby has been hurting Harry Potter!"

"Dobby I'm fine, I haven't been eating it, see? I'm fine," Harry said, pulling Dobby away from the cupboard. "You're not in trouble, just tell me one thing, okay?"

Dobby couldn't stop crying but he stayed still. Harry figured that he would be safe to let go, and slowly moved his hands away. The House-elf stayed still and so Harry asked, "Did Dumbledore tell you personally to put the Alpha Protein, the medicine, on my food?"

"Yes," Dobby admitted. "Dumbledore sir told Dobby to put the medicine directly on Harry Potter sir's food. He even showed me where Harry Potter always sits." He pointed towards the table that was underneath the Gryffindor table, directly at Harry's usual seat.

"Well," Harry said, his mind whirling, "can you do me a favor, Dobby? It is very important."

"Anything!"

"Stop adding the medicine, it actually hurts me," Harry said in a nice, innocent tone.

Dobby blinked, looking confused. "But Dumbledore sir—he told Dobby—"

"I know what Dumbledore told you, but he was mistaken," Harry said. "I'm an Omega Dobby, and the medicine you're giving me, it hurts me. If I keep taking it, I won't be able to have children."

Dobby gasped and gave out a loud, awful cry. He turned around and got on his hands and knees. "Dobby is stupid elf!" the house-elf wailed and slammed his head to the floor. Harry immediately grabbed him and picked him up before he could hurt himself again.

"Dobby—you are not a stupid elf, and I thought I ordered you not to punish yourself!" Harry said.

"As if he'll listen to orders," Draco muttered.

"You shut up," Ron growled. Draco just threw his hands up and walked away towards other house-elves. Harry was starting to feel irritated at his Alpha but pushed it down so he could deal with Dobby.

"Look Dobby, just stop adding the medicine, okay?" Harry said. "Better yet, let me get rid of it. You didn't hurt me, but you might have done so. Dumbledore made a terrible, terrible mistake giving it to me."

"Mistake? It was just a mistake?" Dobby asked.

"Yes Dobby, a simple mistake," Harry nodded.

Dobby hesitated before nodding his head. "Okay, Dobby will get rid of it for Harry Potter and Dumbledore sirs," he said. He snapped his fingers and the container floated towards Ron, who grabbed it, and twisted the lid tightly on it.

Harry placed him down once more and nodded, "Okay, good Dobby, thank you," he said. "And please, stop punishing yourself."

"Of course Harry Potter sir, Dobby will not punish Dobby anymore!" Dobby said.

Harry felt relieved and turned to Ron and Hermione, smiling. "Well," he said, "That solves the Alpha Protein, now I have to go and write a quick letter to my father about it all." Ron and Hermione shared an uncomfortable look but nodded. Harry saw it and gave them a reassuring smile, "When we're alone, I have some major catching up to do. But first, let's go somewhere else? Draco—" he turned around only to see his Alpha standing behind him holding two cups. The Alpha silently handed one to Harry. The Omega pouted, "Just because you gave me a drink doesn't mean you're in any less trouble," he warned.

"It's chamomile tea," Draco said, "it'll help you relax, love. I can feel your tension from here." He placed his free hand on the back of Harry's neck and Harry flinched before relaxing under his touch as the Alpha massaged knots that Harry didn't even know he had. Draco smirked at Harry's soft moans as the Omega further relaxed.

"Still in trouble, major trouble," Harry panted, "but don't you dare stop."

"Of course not my pet," Draco said, adding more pressure. He moved his hand down to around Harry's waist and said, "Come along, you have a letter to write, don't you?"

"Yeah, then I'm going to yell at you, so you better make the massage a good one, Malfoy," Harry said, and he allowed Draco to escort him out.

The letter reached Voldemort around the early afternoon. It was a short letter, detailing Dumbledore's instructions specifically and how he was able to add the Alpha Protein to Harry's food. The Dark Lord was especially pleased to see that the letter came with a small package, which included the protein itself.

"Something's put you in a good mood," Remus commented, sinking into Voldemort's lap as the man placed both the letter and container on the coffee table in front of them. They kissed and Voldemort held onto Remus, who watched him curiously.

"I am very happy," Voldemort said, "our little Harrison has given us a very important gift." He pointed to the letter and container. Remus picked up the letter and read it quickly.

"Dobby? I think I remember him," Remus frowned. "He's a house-elf that Harry freed in his second year."

"It seems that Dumbledore has been using this house-elf, who is apparently hero-stricken with Harrison, to lace his food with the protein," Voldemort said, "which is in the container."

"So what now?" Remus asked.

"Now? I'm making a visit to the Malfoys," Voldemort said. "Lucius has ties to the Daily Prophet, naturally. I'm going to start opening up about Dumbledore as well as building my case against him. I was hoping to gather more evidence to use against him, however we are short on time."

"We are? What happened?" Remus asked, worry in his voice.

"During his private lesson with Harrison, Dumbledore saw into his mind, where he caught a glimpse of me," Voldemort said. "I need to get that man out of Hogwarts before he tries to do anything against my son."

Remus nodded, looking very worried. He slipped off of Voldemort's lap and hugged him, resting against his shoulder. "What do you need me to do, Tom?" he whispered.

"My sweet puppy," Tom murmured, reaching a hand up to comb his fingers through Remus' hair. "you do not need to get yourself involved in this."

"Yes, I do. Harry is my godson," Remus said. "I got a reply from Molly, she thought it was just vitamins and is extremely worried about Harry, I can go talk with her."

Voldemort nodded, "Be careful, my puppy," he said.

"It's just Molly," Remus chuckled but Voldemort just stared at him stony-faced. "Tom?"

"I'm sorry, I am just too worried about Harrison," Voldemort muttered. "The sooner Dumbledore is out of Hogwarts, the sooner I can relax." He kissed Remus's cheek and stood up, picking up both the letter and container. "I do not know how long this will take; however I will be home as soon as I can."

"You better be careful," Remus said, standing so he could kiss Voldemort carefully. "Don't do anything stupid," he muttered.

Voldemort chuckled, "And when would I do that?" he smirked.

Remus shrugged, "It's something I always said to Sirius," he said sadly. "He was always so quick to jump into anything reckless or dangerous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Voldemort said, "It is okay for you to miss your Sirius. There are days when I miss Adrian. Even after all these years, I love him, and I'll always love him, but I love you as well Remus. Just as you will always love Sirius and love me."

"I love you, Tom," Remus said, kissing him properly.

"I love you too, Remus," Voldemort said before kissing him once more. The two parted and went to their bedroom for Voldemort to get his traveling cloak and receipts. They walked out together and gave each other one last kiss before apparating, Remus going to visit Mrs. Weasley while Voldemort visits the Malfoys.

The shields and barriers around Malfoy Manor were laughable compared to the Dark Lord's power. He easily broke through and appeared in front of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy in their lounge. Mrs. Malfoy shrieked at the sudden entrance while Mr. Malfoy jumped up, reaching for his wand before realizing who it was. "My Lord!" he said, "Apologies—I did not mean—"

"Save your breath," Voldemort ordered. "You will bring me to the Daily Prophet immediately."

"My lord?" Mr. Malfoy said, looking a little confused.

"I've no need to explain myself to you, just bring me to your people in the Daily Prophet. Through the public entrance," Voldemort said.

"Y-Yes, my lord," Mr. Malfoy nodded. He looked between his lord and Mrs. Malfoy, unsure of how to proceed. Voldemort saw this and decided to take little pity on them. "Narcissa, you should be relieved to hear that your son is treating mine beautifully. He is truly a strong Alpha, worthy to be courted with my son."

"That is good to hear," Mrs. Malfoy said. Voldemort just gave a short nod and looked at Mr. Malfoy. He did not wait, he knew the man would follow, and he apparated once again, this time to Diagon Alley.

The Daily Prophet's main office was an unassuming building with short windows. Voldemort waited in the open, his arms crossed as he ignored people glancing at him, some women blushing at his handsomeness. Mr. Malfoy appeared a minute later and silently went to hold the door open for Voldemort. Inside the building was organized chaos. Writers and reporters were all at desks, typing away on ancient typewriters or dictating to quills that buzzed along with long sheets of paper. Overhead, owls and paper planes flew around in what looked to be a complicated traffic system as the paper planes went towards different desks and owls towards the back where copies of the Daily Prophet wait for delivery, still.

Mr. Malfoy led Voldemort through the middle of the chaos, his eyes set directly towards an office in the back labeled "Barnabas Cuffe Editor-in-chief." Mr. Malfoy knocked once before opening it.

"Ah! Lucius Malfoy," Barnabas Cuffe, an elderly man, said. "This is a surprise visit, what can I do for you?"

Mr. Malfoy glanced at Voldemort, who took a step forward. "I am a good friend of Lucius," he said. "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Well, it is always a pleasure to meet a friend of Mr. Malfoy's," Cuffe said. He stood up to shake Voldemort's hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Cuffe, for I have something very interesting for you," he said. "If I may?" he indicated to the chair in front of Cuffe's desk.

"Yes, of course, you too, Lucius, shall I have a drink made for you? I still have a bottle of your favorite," Cuffe said, sounding almost scared of Mr. Malfoy. Voldemort chuckled softly at the thought.

"No thank you, Barnabas we are here strictly on business."

"And what business would this be?" Cuffe asked.

"I would like for you to run an article," Voldemort said. "A very interesting story that involves Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and myself."

"Oh? More information about that Ruined Omega? Huh? I'll be honest our readers love reading about him," Cuffe chuckled. "Oh, if only I was a few years younger, eh?" he wiggled his eyebrows at the two men who only glared at him.

"Harry Potter is my son," Voldemort stated. Cuffe stopped. He gawked at Voldemort and immediately stumbled over an apology.

"What, what do you mean?" he asked.

"Exactly as I said," Voldemort said. "Harry Potter is my son, whom Dumbledore had kidnapped sixteen years ago when he was only a month old."

Cuffe's eyes widened and had a shiny aspect to them, as though he was mentally counting galleons. He quickly opened up a drawer and several self-writing quills all jumped out along with several long sheets of paper. "Please, continue, and don't mind the quills," the man said.

Voldemort only glanced at the quills before looking at the man. "Very well," he said and began telling a long edited version of his life, bringing out the receipts and container of Alpha Protein as needed. As he talked, Cuffe's eyes only grew more and more greedy as the quills all worked vigorously to get down every detail. When Voldemort was done, he simply stood up, glanced at the scrolls of paper, and said "I expect this to be in the morning paper for tomorrow. If not, and if you cast myself or my Harrison in a bad light, I shall have to come and have a personal visit with you." Then he left, Mr. Malfoy following wordlessly.

Out in the afternoon sun, Voldemort looked up and thought for a moment, "Lucius," he said, "which of your owls would be the quickest to reach Bulgaria?"

"I have a hawk that flies faster than any other owl, my lord, but even still it would take weeks for it to deliver," Mr. Malfoy said.

Voldemort just hummed, "I shall be taking it home with me then, there is something personal that I need to learn."

"Of course, my lord," Mr. Malfoy said, bowing his head briefly. They returned to Malfoy Manor briefly so Voldemort could take the hawk and then he left, appearing in front of his home where a note waited for him from Remus.

Will be back soon to pick you up, Molly insists on meeting you.

Voldemort couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of himself going around meeting his lover's friends. What a joy it will be to have a normal life, he thought, but first, I have questions for Viktor Krum.

Alone in his office, Dumbledore worried about what he saw. It was a glimpse, barely a second long, however, what he saw scared the old man. It was a face he thought he would never see again, a face he thought was fully corrupted by Dark Magic. "How can it be?" he muttered to himself. He watched Harry all day, worried about what he should do. He cannot move openly against the boy, no, he needs more information. But still, if it was true, if the boy knows about his true lineage, then Dumbledore must act! But he couldn't bring himself to. He was too worried, too scared of that single second, of that handsome face he saw that is filled with much evil and power. If people knew that he had a hand in creating that insanity… "All I can do now is watch," he muttered gravely. "Watch and hoped that I am wrong."

A/N: So due to stuff I actually don't have any chapters written in advance for this story. The good news, I have the remaining chapters drafted out in my notes, however, so all I need to do is write them. However, I have a question for you guys. In 2 chapters, it will be Heat time. Would you rather A. Just see the Draco/Harry or B. see both Draco/Harry and Tom/Remus which involves me writing a sex scene with a trans man which I never did before, however, the one-shots that I read that involve a transgender man so far has been super sexy.