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Harry rolled over on the bed, the info packet held tightly in his hand so that he didn't drop it.

He had just realized something extremely odd about the information. A Sigma was capable of being impregnated by either an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, but if some Alphas and Omegas were sterile, how did that happen?

But the more questions he had, the more he found out that the information on Sigmas was incomplete. With such small numbers having been discovered in the past one hundred years, there was next to no information about them and how they could be impregnated in such a way.

More to consider, there was such a thing as challenging for Mating Rights.

Apparently, a Sigma was capable of taking more than one Mate - or Bonded - and if they already had a Primary Mate, then the Secondary Mate-to-be would have to challenge the Primary Mate for Mating privileges and the Primary would need to either be defeated or decide when the other was worthy. Whether the Sigma in question agreed with the person or not.

Rarely did a Sigma's Primary Mate decide to 'share them'.

There was a case of a Beta Primary Mate having to be killed for the Secondary Mate to make any kind of progress. The Beta wasn't strong enough to keep up with the Alpha challenger and had been given a chance to relent, but decided to die instead of living with the knowledge that she was unable to defend her Mate from another.

Harry shuddered in fear at the thought of having to witness your Mate fighting for you and possibly losing to someone that you do not want anything to do with.

The packet said nothing about the Sigma's decision being brought into the equation.

Sigmas were so confusing too! They scented of Alpha, but had wombs like Omegas. Could get pregnant by any Secondary Gender.

Harry was currently labeled as an Omega because he had a womb but had not 'presented' yet. He would 'present' when his body went into it's first Heat and then his scent would change. If he remained as he was, he was an Omega. If he began to scent of Alpha, he was a Sigma.

The thought was terrifying. If he was a Sigma he would have to register by law and he would have to have a powerful Mate if he wanted to avoid challengers for Secondary mating privileges.

Only one Sigma in the last one hundred years had been a native speaker of English and luckily, they had written a few essays about their lives and what it was like being a Sigma that resided within solitary confinement of their country's government. Raised in captivity in a way and forced to live out their life behind a glass wall with two Mates who detested each other.

Harry's heart went out to them. The name of the person was never given, simply their initials and the names of their Mates.

It was a sad prospect, living as a Sigma in the 1940s. Especially with the threat of the Holocaust on British borders.

Somehow, the facility where the captives had resided, had not been destroyed, allowing testing and experimentation to go on, unhindered.

Harry reached down, grasping the booklet that was written by the Sigma in question.

M.A.R.C.

Whoever M.A.R.C. was, Harry felt for them, he really did.

21 June 1940

I have seen many a thing in my fifteen years. This though. This has changed everything.

A month before now, I had been sitting on the grass in a sunny glade, smiling at my sister. We had exchanged secrets that day, of what we longed for in our husbands. I wanted a man who was kind and genuinely wanted to get to know me. She longed for someone attractive.

As she is quite younger, she would not think anything but his looks would be important. I did not shame her for her desires, for I too had felt the same once.

When we returned home that evening, there were strange men in our house. They claimed that I was to be taken away for 'special government research'. I do not know how they learned that I was different but they forced my parents to tell the neighbors that I had broken an important law and that I had shamed the family.

I was taken from them and given no answer on whether I would ever return.

In the past month, I have given blood multiple times. They had used odd instrumentals that make me shiver, and sometimes place their hands on my body in places I do not wish them to go. I am strapped down when these instances occur and cannot fight them off.

For the first time in a month, I have been allowed some form of entertainment. I am to amuse myself with this journal and they hope that I will recount my life here.

I know that I am to spend the rest of my days in this in this glass room.

I despise them.

23 October 1940

I am a Sigma. That is the classification that I have been given in what they are now calling 'Secondary Genders'. There were two others before me and they had originally been thought of as Omegas, until they experienced what the doctors are calling, 'Heats'.

They gave no scent of lust during their Heats. Their scents merely sharpened from the nearly bland smell to the very Alpha-like, confrontational scents. There were no pheromones to determine the cause of the sudden spike of heat in their bodies.

Had they not leaked what is being called 'Slick' all over themselves, no one would have known that they had gone into Heat and that they were Sigmas.

I have finally reached my sexual maturity and exhibited the same signs as these two. They have kept me confined ever since my Heat, not even allowing me any way to relieve myself.

I recall it very clearly.

My body was so hot, I felt as if I was burning from the inside out. A cool liquid had gushed from between my legs and soaked the mattress I was laying on. Rubbing my legs together did help a bit, but with my arms restrained, I could do nothing to alleviate the sensations building.

I was throbbing! This was nothing like those rare stirrings of desire I felt when lying in bed at night and thinking of the boy down the lane. This was insistent! It would not stop and thinking of anything sexual only made it worse!

I pleaded with them to make it stop but they refused me. They plan to observe this process several more times before they decide what to do.

I hate them.

13 July 1941

They found an Alpha for me. I am expected to Mate them during my next Heat, which should happen soon apparently. It has been documented that Heats come biannually, so I have to suffer this hell twice a year.

I have been confined to a new room with this Alpha and he is the worst! Because I also scent of Alpha, he's very confrontational and has tried to start fights with me. They expect us to fornicate for their science. They want me to give myself to this person who threatens to rip my head from my shoulders at least twice a day!

I want them all dead.

24 November 1941

I had to do it. After months of trying to remain alive while in the presence of that Alpha, he finally got up the courage to attack me physically.

I am not very large. Taller than my mother had been, but much smaller than father was. I have never had to lift anything heavier than a pail of milk before.

To hold off a grown man who physically dwarfed me three times over, was the hardest thing I have ever done!

All I remember was the anger just rearing up and overtaking me. When I came back to myself, I had ripped his throat out somewhere in the middle of the fight.

The 'darling scientists' finally got their heads on and realized that he did not want to Mate with me, he wanted to kill me. The dark ring of purple around my neck from where his hands were, say it all.

They've given me pointless apologies and even shoved me in a better room but I know that they'll just repeat this process with another.

I give it a month before they try again.

I will rip their throats out.

3 April 1945

They had to find a new facility for the growing amount of people they have been kidnapping.

I have spent months alone with individuals of various Secondary Genders and only the Alphas are ever confrontational. I preferred the Omegan roommates. They were more kind and reminded me a bit of my mother.

One roommate in particular had been a great help during my Heat. He could not scent anything different about me, but when I begged him for his assistance, he obliged.

The first time I spent a Heat with anyone. The first time I ever had sex. It was painful at first, because I was untried. But I like it now. I like it very much.

And no one considers our relations to be 'improper' because it allows for further scientific study.

I still despise the doctors.

9 October 1945

I AM PREGNANT! I WAS INFORMED THAT OMEGAN MALES COULD NOT SIRE CHILDREN BECAUSE THEY ARE STERILE BUT APPARENTLY THAT IS NOT THE CASE WHERE I AM CONCERNED!

I do not mind pregnancy. In fact I had never thought I would get a chance to have a child, but I must admit that I am a tad excited.

What I worry about, is the fact that my child(ren) may be taken from me to be a part of these damn experiments! What if I never see them again?

If the government has no issue with kidnapping people and lying to their friends and family about why they have 'been arrested', what's to stop these monsters from taking our children from us and doing God only knows what to them?

15 January 1946

Children are difficult.

I care about them very much but I don't think I have all of the necessary tools to properly care for them. The room is white and boring. There are no toys to entertain the children. I have a bassinet, a few blankets, and some pillows.

Scientists must not be capable of having children if they think this is all that is needed to rear them correctly. I helped my mother raise my little sister, I know how to care for babies. I certainly know more than these uneducated fools.

Men, always so insistent that child rearing is easy when they know next to nothing about it.

Is it so difficult to realize that babies do not follow a strict schedule like grown adults do? A baby will eat and sleep, on and off all the time. There is no such thing as a baby sleeping ten hours and then being awake for ten hours after.

But no one wants to listen to me when I say the child needs more nappies, or more food. More clothing, some toys.

I am fed up with this hellhole.

Harry put the booklet down, unable to read any more of the person's accounts of their life as a Sigma.

Basically, he was either an Omega or a Sigma. Neither had anything good in his opinion.

Sigmas were treated like possessions and could be passed from the first Mate to the second Mate whether they wanted to be or not.

Omegas didn't have backbones and apparently caved to whatever an Alpha demanded of them. Omegas had weak Wills and Harry was not weak of Will.

And if he ended up being a Sigma, he would somehow have to find a Primary Mate that was so powerful or threatening, that they could not in any way be challenged or lose in a challenge for Secondary Mating privileges.

Basically, Harry's life was going to be harrowing either way.

After the fiasco with the Dursleys and the Weasleys, Harry was glad to finally be back in the Magical World, away from the annoying people who stared at his wrist band too much.

It hadn't been brought to the attention of the Magicals yet because the Quidditch World Cup was this summer and they didn't want to add more stress at the moment. The moment school started up, the notice would go out immediately.

When Harry saw Hermione once again, he could tell that she had been through a lot through the summer.

Her eyes landed on the band on his left wrist and she lunged forward to gather him up into a bone crushing hug.

"Oh, Harry!"

He was very much aware of the fact that she had grown a lot over the summer and stood at least four inches taller than him. That was when he caught an eyeful of her band.

Hermione was an Alpha. No wonder she was bigger.

"You presented?" she asked in hushed tones, looking around for spies.

He shook his head. "I have a womb and when I present, we will know if I am a true Omega… or a Sigma."

Hermione groaned again. "This could be potentially problematic."

"How?"

Harry could think of many answers himself but Hermione was the master at searching for information and she probably had the chance to look up more on the subject of Secondary Genders.

"Think of it, Harry. If Magical Britain takes this better than the muggles, you will get more attention, no matter if you are an Omega or a Sigma. And there are laws being made that station Sigmas as the cream of the crop. Laws already saying that getting a Sigma to submit and Bond will make the Mate(s) famous! That they'll be granted mercies from the government.

If Magical Britain follows in the same vein, you could be in danger."

"What?"

Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders. "Harry, being the Mate of a Sigma could prevent even a mass murderer from being imprisoned in Britain. And if Magicals use the same law, or if the Crown imposes the same law on our community, anything can happen. To you especially, if you present as such."

"When you say 'anything', do yo-"

"I mean even supporters of… V-Voldemort."

Dear Merlin, he was done for!

"Whose brilliant idea was that?!"

Hermione shrugged. "Something about splitting Bonded partners up causing mental imbalance and insanity."

Harry had the worst luck in the world!

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