Chapter 20

Krum's Tale

Dumbledore stepped down. Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts anymore. Harry's father pressed charges against the most powerful wizard of all time.

Harry knew that it was coming, and yet even long after he read the article, he still did not believe it. A new swarm of rumors flooded around the castle involving the Omega and Dumbledore, and the unquestionable things the old man must have done to cause his newly outed father to take charge! Most involved the kidnapping that Voldemort so tearfully talked about in his interview, however, there were others. Dumbledore putting Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore leading Harry to get the Philosopher's Stone. Dumbledore letting hundreds of dementors out on Harry. Any and all hazards and death-defying adventures Harry was forced to have was blamed on Dumbledore, and the day was not even over.

"Mr. Riddle, if you would come to my office after your lessons. You as well, Mr. Malfoy." It was a simple request from Professor McGonagall, who was now acting as Headmistress, but still, it sent a shiver of fear and dread down Harry's spine.

It would be more suspicious if he did not go, so he spent the rest of the day worrying about what he and Draco would talk about with Professor McGonagall, his worry only worsening as the two made the silent walk to her office.

She still was using her regular office instead of the Headmaster's office, and so when Draco knocked, the door immediately opened and Professor McGonagall was sitting behind her desk, apparently in the middle of grading papers. "Come in, boys," she said. "Mr. Riddle, if you would please close the door behind you. Hogwarts, just as her students, have a tendency of listening in to conversations that do not involve them."

"Yes, Professor," Harry muttered as he closed the door behind him. "Um professor, are we in trouble?" he asked right away.

"No, you are not," she said in a brisk tone, "however there are a few pointers that I would like to straighten out regarding this morning's… news."

"Of course," Draco said as the two sat down. Professor McGonagall looked between the two of them for a moment and sighed, "As you two are undoubtedly aware, from both that article as well as his absence, due to an increased fervor against his judge of character, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore has decided to step down from his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts. Mr. Riddle, Mr. Malfoy, I would just like to know your involvement in such matters."

Harry blinked, "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Both articles regarding your father, Mr. Riddle, brought you up, along with accusations against Headmaster Dumbledore! I would like to hear about it directly from you, as well as why you have not gone to me when you have learned? As both your Head of House and Deputy Headmistress your safety is my utmost concern, Mr. Riddle! You should have come to me first."

"I'm sorry Professor, I did not really think of it," Harry said, looking down. "My dad and I—we were afraid of Dumbledore. Especially because he has been poisoning me during the summer."

"No matter," Professor McGonagall sighed. "Now, what is this poisoning you are talking about? You are referring to the Alpha Protein?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry nodded. "That did not start here, but during the summer when I was with the Weasleys. Dumbledore told Mrs. Weasley the same thing he told Dobby, the house-elf who works in the kitchens; that it was medicine or something to help me. At first, I did not notice it, she just started adding it after our visit to Diagon Alley to my dinner and I threw up. It kept happening again and again until Ron caught on and we started switching food. I did not have it since because we kept switching food until I went down to the kitchens along with Ron, Hermione, and Draco to see how it was that the protein keeps getting onto my plate."

"You've ingested the protein for some time?" Professor McGonagall asked, shocked. "Mr. Riddle, I suggest an immediate visit to the Hospital Wing—"

"My womb is alright," Harry said, "my father checked it as soon as I told him on the train station before I left for Hogwarts. My womb was weak but still functional. It's healing now, and my father sent me potions to help with the healing process."

"Either way, I would like for you to visit Madam Pomfrey after this for a physical, just to make sure that everything is healing smoothly," Professor McGonagall said, and the boys nodded. "Good, now then Mr. Riddle, the second biggest accusation, at least in the newspapers, is your kidnapping, that is not to mention all the rumors milling around the students blaming your… for lack of a better word, adventures, on Professor Dumbledore."

Harry thought for a moment. "I saw my father's memory of what happened, and it went exactly as he described it," he told Professor McGonagall. "And I don't know how to respond to the other rumors, I don't see how Dumbledore could have forced me into any of those situations."

"I see," Professor McGonagall nodded. "Well, I know your father has stated that you wish to be undisturbed, however, I am afraid that I have to repeat his warning, Mr. Riddle and Mr. Malfoy. While you are students here at Hogwarts, I ask that you do not speak to any reporters or say anything false that gives Hogwarts, the school, a bad reputation."

"Of course, Professor," Draco said, Harry, nodding along.

"Um Professor, do you know what is going to happen?" Harry asked. "In regards with Dumbledore."

"Right now, Professor Dumbledore is back in his home," Professor McGonagall said. "He has chosen to step down and until he returns, or after the trial and its outcome, I shall be acting Headmistress of Hogwarts. Your father and I are in constant communication in regards to the trial, and he shall shortly be given permission to come to Hogwarts, with prior notice, to speak with either yourself or the staff in matters that regard the case. As for you and Mr. Malfoy, Harry, there is nothing you can do. Continue your studies, smarten up your handwriting, and hope that this embarrassment can be handled quickly and effectively."

"Yes, professor," Harry nodded. They were excused and once outside, Draco smiled as he hugged Harry.

"We're free," he grinned, "nothing to worry about, my beautiful boywife."

Harry nodded, and hugged Draco back, letting his arms fall and lean against Draco as the Alpha's arms slid down to his lower waist. "Come on," Harry said, "let's go get the checkup over with."

The two quickly made their way to the hospital wing where, after almost half an hour of prodding and embarrassing questions, Madam Pomfrey declared that Harry's womb was fully healed and functional, as well as his lactation system. She followed this by a stern warning to the two about "Testing it to make sure" and sent them down for dinner. Though Dumbledore was gone, and there was no threat of the Alpha Protein, Harry decided to have dinner with his Alpha, sitting next to him as they ate before pushing onto his lap when they were both done.

As Professor McGonagall said, Harry's life was soon mostly on focusing on his studies like a normal teenager. He felt that he could relax for the first time this year, and found that with the stress from Dumbledore removed, his scores started to improve. He even had time to try and get Ron to get the courage to ask Terry Boot out for Halloween, which ended with the redheaded Alpha flustering every time and giving up. It was Halloween Eve, October 30th, when Ron groaned and slapped his hands against his head. "That's it!" he yelled loudly in the Gryffindor common room. "I can't do it!"

"Do what?" Harry asked.

"Ask Terry out! He's too good for me, too cute and everything," Ron groaned. "I'll never find a mate, mate… uhh Omega, mate."

"Ron, stop you're psyching yourself out," Harry sighed. "Looked, how about I go with you?"

"Huh?"

"Come here," Harry glanced around and pulled out the Marauder's Map. "Look, Terry's in the library," he said when he found the dot labeled Terry Boot. "We'll just go there, and I'll help you ask him out to go to Hogsmeade with you tomorrow."

"You will?" Ron blinked. "I'll be honest—it'll help if you're there, Harry."

"Yeah, come on if we go now, you can ask him out before Hermione gets out of Arithmancy!" Harry said. This got Ron to bounce up and walked confidently and excitedly out of the common room, with Harry chasing after. The two quickly made their way to the library, where they found Terry Boot sitting with his fellow Ravenclaws. Harry approached them, smiling. "Hello Terry," he said cheerfully. "Hi, Anthony and Michael."

The three looked up, "Hello Potter," Terry Boot said. "I mean Riddle."

"Riddle," Harry nodded. "Terry, can you come with me for a second? Ron has something he wants to ask you." He smiled at the other Omega. Boot glanced at his friends before shrugging, standing up. "What's up?" he asked as the two took the few steps towards where Ron was standing.

The Alpha cleared his throat and swallowed heavily as his cheeks immediately blushed. "Hey Boot, I mean Terry—uhh," Ron began awkwardly. He took a step back, but Harry immediately patted his shoulder, squeezing hard as he gave the Alpha a hard look. Ron stayed and blurted out in one breath, "I want you to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow!"

Terry Boot blinked and stared at Ron for a moment, as though deciphering what he said. "Okay," the Omega said, smiling. "Can you make sure to wear the same cologne tomorrow too? You smell nice."

"Uh—sure," Ron nodded dimly. Terry smiled, his cheeks blushing lightly. "Okay then Alpha, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Ron nodded and watched as Terry returned to his table where the Omega immediately squealed excitedly and the three Ravenclaw teens huddled together.

"Good show," Harry said, patting Ron's shoulder. "Come on." He escorted Ron out of the library, the Alpha still in a daze. It wasn't until they were by the marble staircase where Ron stopped and said in a small, scared voice, "Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I'm not wearing cologne," Ron said. Harry just grinned and laughed. Ron stared at him confused before realizing what Terry said. A huge grin shone on his face. "See! Told you I could do it," he said confidently.

"That you did Ron, that you did," Harry nodded. "Come on, let's go—"

"Harry."

The two stopped. Harry turned around to see what felt like a ghost walk up to him, staring at the Omega with a lost, but hopeful gaze. His past's ghost quickly caught up with them and Ron barely jumped out of the way before Harry was pulled into a tight embrace, his face smashed against large developed muscular pecs, a rough hand cradling his head. "Harry! My Harry!"

Harry did not know how to react. This felt real. The man before him looked real and when he looked up to breathe his name, the lips that caught him felt real too. Viktor.

Somehow, Viktor Krum was here, at Hogwarts once more. Viktor Krum, his first Alpha, the man who taught Harry everything he knew about how to be a good Omega. The man he loved, the man who left him. He was here, now, kissing Harry as though nothing has happened. "Harry, my little wife, oh my sweet Omega," Viktor Krum said, still holding Harry.

It was Ron's awkward shuffling that snapped Harry out of his daze. He pushed away and stared at the handsome features of Viktor Krum, who stared at him, shocked. "Harry."

SLAP

Harry's hand stung at the action; however, he was satisfied to see the clear red hand mark on Viktor's cheek. The Alpha stared at Harry, shocked, before growling in anger and holding himself back.

"How dare you," Harry whispered. "How dare you even think you can treat me like this after what you've done!"

"Harry—"

"Where were you!?" Harry screamed. "I waited for you when the ship went away! I kept waiting during the summer! During my entire fifth year! And nothing! You just fucked me like a whore and left!"

"Harry that didn't—"

"Shut up!" Harry roared. Beside him, Ron looked at the two awkwardly, but his expression hardened whenever he gazed at Krum. "You have no idea what I went through! My heat stopped coming because of you! People believed that I was a whore because of you!"

"My love—"

"I'm am not your love!" Harry screamed. "You have no right to call me that—"

"Harry, stop!" Viktor yelled and Harry felt a strong presence that emitted from Viktor. The omega inside him whined and begged for Harry to submit. He fought against it but found himself whining audibly, turning his neck a little to bare it for Viktor. The Alpha sighed and looked at Ron. "Leave us," he commanded.

"You don't talk to him like that," Harry snarled but kept his voice quiet. He glanced at Ron. "It's fine."

"Uh… I'm going to go find Hermione… or Malfoy," Ron said and quickly ran off. Harry watched him go up the staircase towards the Arithmancy corridor. He turned his attention back to Krum. "Happy?" he asked.

"No, I'm not," Viktor sighed. "Please Harry, can we talk? Your father, he brought me here to speak with you."

Harry blinked, "My dad brought you?" he whispered.

"Yes, please, come with me," Viktor said. Harry stared at the hand that Viktor held out and took a step back. "Please, my beautiful boywife," Viktor pleaded.

Harry's heart ached and he found himself reaching for Viktor's hand. The young man smiled and gave a soft tug to bring Harry closer. Keeping a strong, but gentle, hold on Harry's hand, he brought Harry down the marble staircase and walked outside into the afternoon sky.

He kept walking until they reached a bench that overlooked the grounds. The two sat and Harry made sure to leave some room between them. "Why did you never try to contact me?" Harry asked. "Why did you never answered my letters?"

"I did Harry," Krum said softly. "I did and I did over and over again. I got your letters and sent you them, I sent so many letters Harry every day I wrote to you."

"Lies, you never did," Harry muttered.

"I did! But your letters never mentioned or replied, and then they stopped," Viktor said. "You never replied." Harry blinked, what was he talking about? He never got any letters from Viktor.

"I tried to go see you, Harry," Viktor said. "It was December, I wanted to surprise you. I spent all summer making a bonding necklace, but when I arrived, your headmaster turned me away. Told me that you did not want to speak to me. I was so heartbroken."

"Dumbledore turned you away?" Harry breathed.

"Yes, and I thought that you hated me," Viktor nodded, "it was a wound to my pride as your Alpha and lover. I was devastated, my career as a Seeker suffered and I pushed myself even harder at it."

Harry couldn't help but frown. He looked at the space between them and closed it, leaning against him. "I thought you hated me," he whispered. "That you just used me and afterward didn't want me anymore."

"I always wanted you, you are my sweet little wife, my boywife," Viktor purred. Harry frowned and looked down at his bonding necklace.

"Then why? Why didn't you give me a necklace?" he asked.

"You were too young, I thought," Viktor said. "You were fourteen, we really should not have done the things we've done."

"Even though it felt so right," Harry muttered, smiling softly at the memories.

"Yeah," Viktor chuckled. "You always felt right in my arms, Harry."

"Yeah," Harry breathed. "But… I can't be with you anymore."

"I know," Krum said sadly. "Your father told me. I could not believe it at first, both his story and you having a new Alpha, but now seeing you, smelling you, it is obvious."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Draco Malfoy."

"That small twiggy boy?" Krum asked, obvious jealousy in his voice. "You deserve a real man, Harry!" He flexed his arms in emphasis. Harry giggled and shrugged.

"I love him, and who knows, maybe I can convince him to start working out," he said.

"You better," Krum chuckled. Harry just hummed and leaned against Viktor. He glanced up at his old Alpha and had a sort of nostalgic look, remembering dreams he had when he was in his fourth year, dreams of him and Krum married with Harry's stomach bulging with their children.

"Viktor, you never told me why exactly you are here, or how my father found you," he said.

"Your father sent a letter to me, he wanted to talk about why I left you," Viktor said, staring out at the Black Lake. "I told him what I told you, and he promised to one day bring me here, back to Hogwarts, and explain myself to you. Something I always wanted. I never wanted to leave you, Harry."

"But you did, even though it was neither of our faults," Harry sighed. "Yet another way of how Dumbledore meddled in my life." He sounded more annoyed instead of sad. He hugged Viktor and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that Dumbledore ruined everything between us, and I'm sorry for everything that happened. I loved you, Viktor. I really did."

"And I love you," Viktor said, "but now I know I can't have you." He sighed and stood up from the bench and out of Harry's arms. He turned and smiled at Harry, "Call me possessive, but I don't want you out of my life."

"I don't either," Harry admitted. He stood up as well and glanced around. "Can we try being friends?"

"I would love that," Viktor said. Harry's heart soared and the two hugged. Harry got on to the tip of his toes and kissed Viktor's cheek before stepping away.

"Then, expect a letter tomorrow," Harry promised. "A full letter, about everything you miss. And promise me you find an Omega for yourself."

"What Omega can compare to you?" Viktor chuckled.

Harry shook his head and gave a thoughtful look. "You should get… an older Omega," he said. "One who'll take good care of you," Viktor smirked at that.

"Okay, Harry," he said.

"And focus more on your work! I want to read about how you're winning every Quidditch match," Harry said.

"As long as you talk to that twig about working out," Viktor counter. Harry laughed and smiled as the two quickly fell into an easy conversation as they went back into the castle.

"Harry! There you are!" Draco immediately hugged him fiercely and pulled him away from Krum. "What did he do to you?" he demanded.

"Draco, it's fine," Harry said, "Viktor and I just talked. We worked things out, and it turns out that Dumbledore is to blame for us breaking up. He kept us from talking to each other and even turned Viktor away when he came to visit."

"But why is he here and alone with you?" Draco demanded, glaring at Viktor. The older and bigger Alpha just held his hands up defensively as he smiled easily.

"I just wanted to talk with Harry, little twig," he said jokingly.

"Excuse me!"

"Draco, stop," Harry cut him off. "Look, we talked about what happened and agreed to try again as just friends. He knows and accepts that I'm with you now."

"Damn right you are," Draco muttered.

"However if you continue this jealous streak, I have no problem with staying my November heat alone as I did with October's," Harry said. Draco gasped as though the thought was impossible.

Viktor just chuckled, "I see you still have your effect on Alphas."

"Yes, I do," Harry said, still sounded heated. "Now I don't want to hear complaints or insults from either of you!" He glared at them both and tugged Draco away. "I'll write my letter after dinner. Viktor, you better go back to my father."

"The—your father is here?" Draco asked.

"Yes, talking with Professor McGonagall I'm assuming," Harry nodded, looking at Viktor for confirmation. The young man nodded.

"I believe they should be done by now," Viktor said. "I will speak with you later, Harry. Goodbye, Malfoy."

The two watched Viktor walk confidently up the stairs, ignorant of the stares and wantful looks from the Hogwarts students around them. Draco grumbled and held Harry closer. "I hate him," he muttered.

"Draco," Harry groaned. "Come on, I'll tell you everything that happened," Harry said, pulling Draco away.

Voldemort was very pleased with his visit to Hogwarts. Unfortunately, he did not get to see his son, however, he knew that he could see him at any time he wanted, even if others did not know. He and Krum returned to his home where Krum apparated away. Voldemort walked in to the smell of cooking and smiled. "My puppy is this your doing?" he asked as he made his way towards the kitchen.

Remus was in front of the stove where several pots and pans were cooking away. He glanced back and smiled. "Hello Tom," he said lovingly. "Dinner is almost ready."

Voldemort stepped forward and hugged Remus from behind, kissing his neck. "Were you a good puppy while I was gone?" Voldemort chuckled.

"No I've been very naughty," Remus teased, pushing his butt against Voldemort. "But go inside, there's something important I need to tell you when dinner's ready."

"Oh?" Voldemort said, amused. He smirked and kissed Remus's neck once more, earning a throaty moan as he licked slowly. "Then I'll be a good boy and wait," he chuckled. The Alpha moved to the small dining room and sat in his chair where he summoned a book to read as he waited.

Remus came in with dinner ten minutes later, and Voldemort stood up to help him set the table only for Remus to push him back. "Just relax, you're going to need to be sitting for this," Remus said.

Voldemort felt a string of concern rise up inside him, but Remus's smile eased the Alpha back into his chair. Remus finished setting the table and soon had their dinner spread out, and a bottle of wine chilled. He took a breath and looked at Tom. "I had a test done while you were away, Molly helped me with it, and though it's early, I do know that, well, I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant," Tom whispered, his eyes going towards Remus's stomach. "Pregnant."

"Yes," Remus said, smiling. Immediately, Tom sprung from his chair and kissed his Omega. He held him close and kissed the man until both were breathless. Then he continued to hold him. I will never let what happened to Adrian, what happened to Harrison happen to you two, he thought as he continued to hold Remus. Fear of being left alone, of Dumbledore or anyone messing with his family, washed over him and that only made the Alpha more possessive, more paranoid about making sure to keep Remus safe.

"Tom, you're holding me a little too tightly," Remus grunted. Voldemort realized this and relaxed his grip enough that Remus could breathe easily. He stared at this wonderful man, with clear love and devotion in his eyes.

"I love you, Remus," he said.

"I love you too Tom," Remus said. Those five words both soothed and hurt Voldemort. Here was a man who loved him, a man who adored him and was having his child… and yet Voldemort had a chilling realization that he was lying to him. I will never let you leave, Voldemort silently vowed, hiding his fear of the truth with another kiss.

A/N: Harry's going to be an older brother! Yay! And there are only two chapters left after this!

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