Chapter 18

Dumbledore Exposed!

HEADMASTER ALBUS DUMBLEDORE REVEALED TO BE CRIMINAL KIDNAPPER! TOM RIDDLE COMES OUT TO PUBLIC!

By Barnabas Cuffe

In an exclusive and thrilling interview, Tom Marvolo Riddle, age 69, comes into the public after being forced to hide away for years due to Albus Dumbledore with a shocking revelation: He is Harry Potter's father!

"Sixteen years ago, my Omega and I finally had a child. There was a complication, and my sweet Adrian lost his life to bring our Harrison into the world. I was devastated, but I had to put my sorrow to the side for Harrison, our innocent Harrison Salazar Riddle," Mr. Riddle reminisced in my office yesterday afternoon. Harrison Salazar Riddle, it turns out, is none other than Harry James Potter, the Chosen One, and recently outed Omega. His second gender was outed by an anonymous source whom Mr. Riddle suspects to be none other than Albus Dumbledore. "We always had differing views, Dumbledore and I. For me, magic was something to experiment and research on, an open ocean of opportunity defying any and all categorization. Dumbledore, however, disagreed vehemently. He saw magic as a cut and dry contrast. Light Magic and Dark. I am not saying that there should be no legislation on the monitoring of magic, however, from a scholar's viewpoint, that was my focus. I studied Dark Magic, I will admit, but for an academic purpose so that the public can have less fear of the unknown. In fact, before Harrison was born, my research was going swimmingly, and I approached Dumbledore for a chance to teach at Hogwarts. I wanted to become a teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts and use my knowledge to show that magic is much more diverse, much more beautiful, than what we all are used to. Dumbledore turned me down and, after a heated argument, I believe that he had ever since been antagonizing towards me, stopping my research at every point he can."

During our discussion, Mr. Riddle told me about the fateful night of Harry's kidnapping. The infant was only a month old and Mr. Riddle had just put him to bed. He had left young Harry's toy downstairs and left the room to collect it when he heard a smash. "I have just given Harrison his toy dragon to sleep with and went down to my study to work on my research. That was when I heard a smashing sound and ran as quickly as I could to Harrison's room. I will never forget the sight. The window was completely destroyed, and the crib was empty. Outside I could see two figures running away and hear my child crying. I tried to stop them, however, they apparated away. I knew instantly that Dumbledore had a hand in this, however, I fell into a deep depression. I lost myself. Lost who I was. I never thought that I would ever see my child again."

But that was not the end of Mr. Riddle's story. Scared to accuse Dumbledore openly without proof, and feeling like a lost and failed Alpha, the man went into hiding for sixteen years. "I do not remember the last sixteen years if I am being honest. They were a haze, a horrible mass of depression as I wasted away. Whenever I went outside for necessity, I always had a heavy cloak to hide myself in. Time meant nothing for me, every day was the same suffering." That was, until, this summer when the smear campaign against Harry Potter began, and a chance encounter brought the two lost family members together.

"It is thanks, funny enough, to my dear pet and the Malfoys that Harrison found his way to me," Mr. Riddle explained. "I was staying with the Malfoys during the summer, I was good friends with the old patriarch, Abraxas Malfoy, as well as his son, Lucius. One day at the beginning of July, Malfoy Manor had an unexpected guest. My pet was leading Harrison straight to me. She has always been so intelligent, and a true companion during my troubled times. So it is no wonder that, in the end, she would be the one who brought my son home."

Harry Potter was confrontational at first with the whole encounter, however as Mr. Riddle explained, after several long conversations, an examination of his memory, as well as an ancestral test, Mr. Potter came around to the realization that he was stolen and is Mr. Riddle's son. When asked about his thoughts on Harry Potter's upbringing, Mr. Riddle had this to say.

"I will always be grateful to Lily and James Potter. For the year when they had my son, they have cared and loved him as though he was their own. Doting on him when I could not. My new Omega was close friends with both of them, and he tells me stories of that precious year. However, after You-Know-Who attacked, Dumbledore swooped in and once again intervened in Harrison's life for the worse. Lily and James named my Omega and his Alpha at the time, who has tragically passed away last year, as Harrison's godfathers. He should have gone to them. But instead, he was taken away for a second time and brought to Lily's muggle sister and her husband and child. Harrison told me awful stories of how they treated them, stories that he also told Albus Dumbledore, mind you. Where Lily and James were loving and supporting, Petunia and Vernon Dursley were cold and hateful. They made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs for the first eleven years of his life. Made him do chores and tasks much above his ability while their other son sat around fat and lazy and spoiled. When it was time for meals, Harry was cooking them by age five and he would always get scraps. However the worst of it, the thing that makes my blood boil just thinking about, are the beatings. The thought that someone would treat my son so horribly, hurt him so much… I'm sorry…" Mr. Riddle had to take a moment to collect himself. It was a truly devastating thing to see and hear, watching a father break down at the thought of his son being abused and knowing nothing about it and having no power to stop it.

However, that is not the end of Dumbledore's crimes. It turns out that the Prophet's anonymous source of Mr. Potter's second gender was Dumbledore himself. He was also the same source of Harry Potter being a Ruined Omega as well. "I talked with my son and done my own research into the matter. Harrison did come into his second gender only, however, he still only had one Alpha who left him without a word. After that, his heat went away, he could not even produce his own slick. It was not until just recently, that his heat has started to return, and Harrison now has a proper courtship with an Alpha, who I have… interrogated obviously." He chuckled and glanced at the only other occupant in my office, Mr. Malfoy, whose son, Draco Malfoy, is now currently dating Harry Potter. But what was supposed to be a beautiful redemption and budding love, was soured once again by the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"He had house-elves add Alpha Protein to my son's meals," Mr. Riddle said. For those who do not know, Alpha Protein is an enhancer for Alphas and Betas however it can be deadly for Omegas if consumed as it can destroy their wombs. "That has ended, thankfully, my son was able to sneak into the kitchens and take the container of Alpha Protein, and I have the receipts." He showed both to me, and much to my shock and horror, Albus Dumbledore's name was found on several orders of Alpha Protein. This is a shocking revelation that made me think about how I saw the school's Headmaster. It did not make sense to me on why he would do this. Why would Albus Dumbledore do such horrific things to Harry Potter? It was at this time, and this time only, that Lucius Malfoy spoke.

"If I may speak as his future father-in-law," he began, "I believe that Dumbledore has done all of this to keep control over the boy. Pot—Riddle has always been known to be a sort of wild child, finding trouble everywhere he goes. The incident in the Ministry just a few months ago being the latest of his trial of adventures. He is prophesized, if that prophecy is true, to be the Chosen One. Dumbledore must have taken these steps as pre-active measures to keep the boy in line." Mr. Riddle agreed wholeheartedly with this theory. This brought my next question on why did they bring this evidence to me and the Prophet, instead of the Aurors.

"I am currently building a case against Dumbledore," Mr. Riddle explained. "However, I am still in the process of collecting evidence. I have reached out to the Alpha whom my son dated in fourth year, as well as others whom Dumbledore has dealt with. Through my research, I have found out that Dumbledore has ties to the Aurors, and I am afraid that he might use those ties to silence me. Our interview, then, is for my and Harrison's personal safety."

A safety that I can understand. With Albus Dumbledore apparently being very influential in the Auror Department, as well as being a key member in the Wizengamot, we can only speculate on the total reach of his influence. An influence, loyal readers, that has fooled even us, the truth-seeking Prophet! With Mr. Riddle continuing his case development, we at the Daily Prophet are both anticipating and fearing Albus Dumbledore's response and how this will affect Hogwarts. Mr. Riddle finished this interview with having this to say. "My son and his Alpha are both busy with their studies at Hogwarts. I do not wish to disrupt their learning. I do not want anyone, reporters, journalist, fellow students, and their parents, or even strangers to ask them about their opinions, comments on their feelings, or even harass them. I have seen what you have written to Harrison when you believed him to be a Ruined Omega, and I will not stand for it. I have lost my son for sixteen years, and I will not allow anybody to stand now between him and his happiness."

We here at the Daily Prophet respect Tom Riddle's request and hope that you, dear readers, will respect a father's plea as well.

The British Wizarding World woke up to see a picture of a very handsome man looking distraught along with Harry Potter both on the front page. The public was shocked and horrified as they read the exclusive, those who once laughed at Harry Potter and cursed his name now weeping sympathetic tears for him and his father. In Hogwarts, Dumbledore was unresponsive. If he had a reaction, he did not let the Great Hall know as he read the morning newspaper. The staff all shared curious, nervous looks and began whispering to one another as the students all roared with hundreds of conversations. Harry found that his face was entirely red as he and his friends read the article. Ron looked between the newspaper and Harry, his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Your dad's Sixty-nine years old? He looks far from that!" he said.

"Ronald!" Hermione yelled disapprovingly. She frowned and looked at the paper again as she reread it. "Harry," she said hesitantly. "Everything you told us, from what you said to everyone and the uh… other thing. It was all true?" He looked at him as though she didn't know how to react. After Harry and Draco sent the container with the letter, Harry brought Ron and Hermione to a secluded place and told the two everything Voldemort told him and Draco the night prior, as well as everything that happened in Dumbledore's office.

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"And the picture?"

"That's how he actually looks," Harry nodded. "The uh… other picture that I showed you and Ron is how he looked during his depression."

"Ah," Hermione nodded. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for not believing you," she apologized again. Harry smiled at the Alpha and took a bite of his breakfast.

"You don't need to keep apologizing Hermione," he said after he swallowed. "I understand. All I want is that we can move on. Besides, I have something more important to worry about."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"My heat," Harry said. "It starts in two weeks and I don't know what to do about it."

"You didn't talk about it with Professor McGonagall?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Um… was I supposed to?" Harry asked, his cheeks turning red.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled in a motherly scowl. "Yes! All Omegas are supposed to tell their Head of House about their heating periods! What would happen if it starts in the middle of class—or worse when you're in here?"

"Uhh, I'm sorry," Harry said. "Viktor and I usually just stay together for those times on his ship. I didn't know that I was supposed to tell anyone."

Hermione just made an annoyed huff. "Then go talk to Professor McGonagall," she said.

"But what about Draco?" Harry asked. "Won't my heat affect him?"

Hermione frowned at that and glanced over at Slytherin Table where Draco was reading the newspaper with a small smirk on his face. She turned back to Harry and he could see the disapproval in her eyes. "Talk to him as well," she said.

"I think I will," Harry said. He stood up and immediately felt the school's eyes on him. His cheeks still red, he made his way to Slytherin table and walked down towards where Draco was sitting with his friends.

"Have you read the news, pet? It is very uplifting today," Draco smirked.

"I have, uh Draco can I talk with you?" he asked.

"Of course," Draco said. He stood up and left with Harry. Harry brought him outside where they sat in the courtyard. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing," Harry said, "but I wanted to talk to you about my heat. It starts in two weeks and I don't know what to do about it. Hermione told me to go and talk with Professor McGonagall about it, but I want to talk with you first."

"Obviously I'm going to be there with you," Draco said, shrugging.

"What?"

"I am your Alpha, Harry," Draco said, "that beautiful necklace proves it. There is no way I will let my boywife go through his heat by himself." He smirked perversely as he slid closer to Harry, half pulling him on his lap. "Besides," he breathed, "I've been wanting to bend you over for a long time."

"Keep this up and I'll never let you do that, even after we're married," Harry growled. Draco gasped and stared at Harry. "You wouldn't," he whispered.

"Draco this is serious," Harry groaned. "I want you with me too, but I don't want to get pregnant."

"There are spells to prevent that," Draco said. "We can simply use them, and it will last your entire heat, my love."

Harry sighed, "I guess that's what he did as well," he muttered. "Viktor always cast a spell on me during my heat, but it was nonverbal, so I never questioned it."

"Well, at least Krum was smart in doing that," Draco muttered, obviously not pleased about Harry talking about his other Alpha. Harry caught the jealousy and nodded along. He relaxed against Draco and allowed the Alpha to pull him fully on his lap. "So, we're agreeing then?" he asked. "I'll spend your heat with you?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I want you with me, Draco."

"Excellent," Draco grinned. "Then let us go inform Professor McGonagall."

Harry blinked at him, "Wait, does Hogwarts even have rooms for heat?" he asked.

"We have our own special room," Draco chuckled. "I'm sure you know where."

"Ohh," Harry said, blushing softly. "I think I know a place." He grinned and leaned forward to kiss Draco. He started to move back only for Draco to grab the back of his neck and pulled him back, forcing their lips together in a longer kiss. Heat rose between them and Harry's cheeks flushed as he opened his mouth, allowing Draco access. Draco's tongue took control, thrusting into Harry's mouth and exploring every crevasse, marking Harry as his own as he dominated him. They parted only because of the need for air. They grinned and kissed once more, Draco's hand never leaving Harry's neck.

Harry and Draco went to Professor McGonagall's office during the afternoon. "Enter," she called out at Harry's knock. The two walked in and she looked up at them. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, what can I do for you?" she asked. "Or, would you rather that I call you Mr. Riddle, Harry?"

"Riddle, please, I'm still getting used to it," Harry said.

"Very well, Mr. Riddle," Professor McGonagall said. "Now, what are you boys here for?"

"Um, Hermione told me that I need to come to you about my heat," Harry said, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I was wondering when you would come to speak to me," Professor McGonagall said. "Hogwarts offers several isolation rooms for you to stay at during your heat." She opened a drawer and pulled out a form. "Of course, we also have a strict rule forbidden Alphas from joining you during these moments," she eyed Draco suspiciously. "And this is something that cannot be argued against, Mr. Malfoy, no matter at what part of your courtship you are in."

Draco immediately scowled but Harry elbowed him. "Of course Professor, we understand," he said.

"Good, then if you would please fill out the form," she indicated to the paper. With a wave of her wand, a quill and ink bottle appeared. Harry took the quill and looked down at the form. It seemed simple enough to complete. It asked for basic information, his full name, relationship status, as well as his heat dates. Harry filled it all out, feeling strange as he wrote down 'Harry Salazar Riddle,' and handed the form back to Professor McGonagall. She read through it. "Your heat is in two weeks, Mr. Riddle," she said. "Very well, I shall let your professors know so that you can be properly excused." She glanced through it once more. "I see your heat lasts two days, is that correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry nodded.

"Very well, be sure to keep your studies up, Mr. Riddle. Your professors will all give you assignments that will allow you to keep along with your fellow students if your heat falls on a weekday," Professor McGonagall said. "Madam Pomfrey will escort you to where you shall spend your heat on the first day in the morning, afterwards for the following months you are expected to go there by yourself."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

"Good, and lastly boys, know that Hogwarts holds its strictest punishments for Alphas who try to sneak into the isolation rooms, as well as for Omegas who try to sneak out of the isolation rooms. The two of you may be in a courtship, however, that is moot compared to our rules in this regard. Am I understood, boys?"

"Yes, ma'am," both boys said.

"Good. Then you two are dismissed," Professor McGonagall said.

Harry and Draco stood up and glanced at each other as they left the office. They waited until they were away from Professor McGonagall's office until Draco asked, "Well, how are we going to sneak you out? I refuse to let your first proper heat be away from me and in that isolation room."

Harry just grinned, "I'll use my Invisibility Cloak," he said simply. "Don't worry, I'll be at the Room of Requirement like we planned."

"Good," Draco said, a smirk playing his lips. "How about we go and practice, a bit of pre-heat fun?"

"No," Harry hummed, "I think I'll go spend the day with Ron and Hermione." He kissed Draco and hopped away. "Be a good boy for me now," he teased and laughed as he walked away. Draco just stared at Harry, smirking devilishly. "My little boywife, you are going to be in so much trouble during your heat," he chuckled.

The next two weeks brought updating reports and articles about Dumbledore. For the first time in his life, Dumbledore was starting to get hate mail, however, that did not concern him. No, what was concerning him was the face, that handsome face that smiled at him like a demon from his past. Lord Voldemort changed tactics in order to win this war, that much is clear. He must be using a glamour, a disguise that brought back his vain beauty and fooled everyone, and it was working. Harry fell for it and learned the awful truth, and now Voldemort has stepped into the public and took control of the narrative!

Dumbledore must do something. There was already a few yelling that the Longbottom child should be the Chosen One as if that boy could stand up to the might of Lord Voldemort. No, it has to be Harry, only the son can get rid of the sins of the father. Even if it means sacrificing his life in doing so.

But what can he do? Dumbledore gave a long sigh and sat down in his chair. He cannot continue the lessons, obviously, Harry Potter, he refuses to call him by his father's name, would be much too suspicious and cautious to even be in the same room with Dumbledore alone. No, if he cannot influence Harry directly, he can still keep an eye on Harry. Watch the boy from a distance, as well as keep an eye on his mail. He figured that it was Potter who brought the Alpha Protein to his father. He would not allow the boy to give more evidence to his father. He will not let Voldemort win.

Voldemort was very pleased. He was holding a letter from a special someone from Bulgaria agreeing to come and speak to him about what happened two years ago. Placing the letter on his desk, the Alpha relaxed in his chair before hearing a delicious whine. He followed the sultry noises to his bedroom and opened the door to see a wonderful sight.

"Tom," Remus panted, "Oh god, Tom!" He was laying on their bed wearing only his boxers, which were stained as a heavy scent hung in the air. "Tom, please," Remus panted.

"Heat," Voldemort muttered. Remus whined and nodded. Voldemort closed and locked the door, a feral look developing in his eyes. "My puppy," he growled out, "my sweet, delectable puppy. What do you need?" It took all of his self-control to walk calmly towards the bed, his cock already straining against his pants. Remus panted, his hand rubbing down his body and pressed against his slick-stained boxers. "Need you," he whined. "In me… breed me Alpha."

"Such a demanding puppy," Voldemort chuckled. "But you would like that, wouldn't you? You want your Alpha to breed you, to make you pregnant with my seed? Make Harry an older brother?"

"Yes! Please," Remus begged, practically crying. "Fuck me Alpha! Please!" Tom's lips were on his and all inhibition was gone.

A/N: Next time Sexy time! With a little bit of plot... just a little. Thank you to everyone who has put in their comments on which sexiness to show!