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Harry looked out the window forlornly. They were on their way to Hogwarts and soon the entire bombshell would be dropped on Magical Britain. He kind of wished that it was still the summer holiday just so he wouldn't have to face this.

If the events of the Quidditch World Cup weren't enough to worry him, then this certainly sent his heart rate skyrocketing!

Death Eaters, followers of Voldemort, had attacked the Cup and had pillaged the tents and the surrounding area. Terrorized Muggle families near the area, and someone even cast the Dark Mark in the sky, with Harry's stolen wand!

And on top of the drama, a House Elf was blamed for the entire debacle.

Harry was a tad reluctant to witness the reactions of the magicals.

There would be Alphas. Those who were of a higher station than the others who could coerce their fellows into doing as they said with a simple order and a growl.

Then there would be the plain Betas. Those who are not remarkable in the slightest and would no doubt be made aware of that fact over and over.

The Omegas of course, who would be made to feel special because omegas had to be treated with care and would no doubt suffer through babying.

If there was a Sigma, he shuddered to think of what would happen with them.

Overall, if magicals took the differences in people's blood to such extremes, what would happen when they learned of the differences in their bodies?

The ride was going to be several hours at the most and Harry settled back into his seat, not feeling like conversing with his friends at present.

He cracked open The Memoires of M.A.R.C. and continued where he left off the other day.

4 August 1946

These monsters have shoved another Alpha in here! I said that I was fine with the way my life is going and that I did not want any more intrusions but does anyone ever bother to listen to me? No, they don't!

Once again, the Alpha I am faced with is violent and moody. He can't seem to understand that I have children to care for and that I am not going to fight with him simply because he demands it so.

And they won't allow Pedro to come around because the Alpha might try to claim the Omega as his own and apparently, the Alpha is supposed to claim me.

I just want to go home.

30 April 1947

HE KILLED MY CHILDREN!

I'M GOING TO RIP HIS HEART OUT OR DIE TRYING!

26 November 1947

This is the first time in months, that I have been able to write. My arm was broken for the longest time. And why was my arm broken in four places, you may wonder.

That damn Alpha! Reginald Thistledon. His name sounds ridiculous!

I have been assaulted and violated by this waste of air. And the scientists claim that he was only doing as his instincts demanded. That wasn't the case and I know it!

I have a vagina and he wanted sex. He forced himself on me for that reason only and the bastard then dared to bite me! And now the doctors claim that we are 'Bonded to each other' and that I have to obey my Alpha and Primary Mate at all costs!

He does not treat me like the other Alphas treat their Mates. He hits me and gets angry when I hit him back! He broke my arm, killed my children in order to enrage me, and demands that I simply spread my legs for him whenever he wants me to. But he thinks that he can harm me and I will just let it happen.

If by some unfortunate circumstance, I am pregnant with his hell spawn, I will not carry to full term.

I WILL NOT!

6 March 1948

They forced me to keep the children. They read my journal entries when I am not awake and they knew that I was planning to stop the pregnancy.

So now I have two more children and both scent just like their sire. Said sire who tried to kill them upon seeing them for the first time, because he so damn confrontational that he can't seem to understand that the children are not capable of challenging him for anything!

It seems that the scientists have finally grown brains for once! Also, there is a new one and she is the only female among the groups of doctors and experimenters.

She is the only kindness I have in this place.

My primary Mate has been forbidden from being in the same room with me and in order to keep us sane enough, he was placed inside a glass room right beside my own, so we can be near but apart at the same time.

Dr. Song is a lifesaver in more than one way. She has spared the children from that monster's vile plans. And she had stopped me from being abused.

I fondly remembered the day she tore apart her fellows for allowing someone 'as rare and special' as me to be systematically abused. They claimed that they wanted to 'keep us protected' but then allowed such horrible things to happen to me.

Dr. Song is from China and they have already had two Sigmas among their number and she worked with both. As the Senior Medical Practitioner with the most experience in this area, others have to defer to her judgement at least a little.

For once, I almost feel comfortable in this life.

2 January 1949

They are talking about giving me a Secondary Mate, but they need them to defeat Reginald in a battle first. With my horrid luck, they won't even manage to kill him in the process.

This person is also an Alpha and I shudder to think of what will happen should they win. Alphas are all the same and they disgust me.

14 September 1949

The Secondary Mate is no better than the Primary one! Both of them are equally terrible and I have never been so appalled in my life!

The scientists wanted to observe a dual joining, which is when both Mates decide to have their Sigma at once. It is physically possible, despite my previous reservations concerning it. My body seemed to readily accept both without a problem.

The Mating itself was painful and both had reasserted their claims on me, as if I'm some possession of theirs. The bruises on either side of my neck still won't fade and it has been two months since that night!

I have also come to find out that I am pregnant once again. I am pregnant with two children, like the other two pregnancies, but one is the first's child, and the other is the second's child. I have two embryonic sacs and two placentas inside me at present.

This has added further information to the field of science and I am expected to allow them to study my children once they are born.

My pregnancy is faster than normal this time! Though it has been only two months I am nearly at the size of a woman in a seven month gestation period! They think it has something to do with two children from different fathers being inside me.

I look like I have finished my second trimester already.

And they're both kicking so hard! If they aren't Alphas, I will scream until I'm hoarse.

Harry snapped the booklet shut again, unable to read any more of what was written therein.

Hermione sent him a commiserating look over the top of her own book.

Ron had yet to realize that there was a level of discomfort between them. But then again, he was Ron. It was expected.

The Great Hall was not as welcoming as he thought it would be. Basically, Harry could see a lot of faces of Muggleborn students and could even see their wrist bands. Some looked just as nervous as he did and others seemed resigned to their futures.

Harry chewed on his already missing fingernails as the Sorting went by.

Even the introduction of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't do much to alleviate his worries.

He knew things got serious when Dumbledore announced that Madam Pomfrey had a few words to say.

The old witch took a step in front of the podium. "I need all of the children who learned of their Secondary Genders, to stand up!"

A considerable amount of the Hufflepuffs stood, some of the Gryffindors as well. Not many Ravenclaws or Slytherins however.

She produced a clipboard with a wave of her wand. With another wave, she made four lines of different colours, appear before her.

"In order from left to right, I would like Alphas, Betas, Omegas, and then Sigmas to lines up, please. This will make my job easier later on."

With a sigh, Harry joined the few students who were standing in the Omega line and saw only two other Male Omegas out of at least fifty students. There were no Sigmas.

Madam Pomfrey marked them all down and then created two more lines of the same colours for the Alphas and Omegas.

"All who have not presented yet, please move over to the adjoining colour."

About a dozen Alphas moved over and only Harry and some Hufflepuff girl that he did not know, took up their new positions. He would swear every day afterward, that Madam Pomfrey's eyes took on a worried gleam when they landed on him, standing as an unpresented Omegan Male.

"We currently have two who could possibly be Sigmas. Spectacular."

She sounded as if it was anything but.

Once finished, they were allowed to return to their seats as she addressed the curious students who did not know what was going on.

"Each and every one of you will be coming to see me within the next week. I will need to give you a St. Mungo's mandated check up. Within the last century, the Muggles have discovered that humans have Secondary Genders and have been studying them in private.

Basically, there are four Genders you can be. Alpha, Beta, Omega, and Sigma. Betas make up half of the human population as normal people who do not have extraordinary abilities. Alphas have advanced senses and skills and can only impregnate, while Omegas also have advanced senses and skills, but can only conceive. However, a good percentage of Alphas are female, who are now capable of impregnating others, and a small percentage of Omegas are male, who can conceive."

Harry shifted in discomfort as the silence reigned in the room. He could see many faces remaining blank. Others looking confused. Some people looked like Christmas had come early for them. Some even looked at him with appraising glances.

"It is British Law, imposed by the Crown, for every citizen of the British Isles, to register. Despite what some believe, even Magical Britain falls under the Queen's rule and she personally has made it necessary for witches and wizards to register their Secondary Genders or they will face imprisonment in Azkaban."

That got a reaction! The students began clamouring and looking around, some leaning into each other in order to discuss things in finer detail.

Madam Pomfrey whistled to capture their attention. "The Daily Prophet went out a few hours later this morning so that your parents were notified while you were all on the train. They too will have to go to St. Mungo's and get tested. The Ministry cannot help you in any way, for they too fall under the purview of the Crown. Complaining to your parents will do you no good. Your Heads of House have the schedules you will need. Do not be tardy or you will face loss of House Points."

Once she said her piece, the woman returned to her seat, looking stern and stiff. Like she was unhappy with the current events.

The professors didn't look any better if truth were to be told. Harry was sure that Snape looked even more uncomfortable than usual and a closer look at the man showed that he too was wearing an Omega wrist band.

For someone as severe as Snape, it must have been one hell of a revelation. Harry actually felt a small amount of pity for the man. It must have been harrowing to learn that he was considered to be the most delicate of the Secondary Genders.

Harry was sure that the upcoming term was not going to be pleasant in any way.

Ron took the information with obvious confusion and Hermione set aside time to better instruct him. It was a bit funny to watch as she stood above the redhead by an inch. Though Harry had no business to talk because he was only five feet and four inches. Hermione was five feet and eight and one half of an inch.

The first day was for the first years, the second for the second years, and so on and so forth. Harry and his friends would have to wait for the fourth day to see Madam Pomfrey.

Word going around, was that St. Mungo's had sent nine Medi-wizards to assist in the examinations.

The overall reaction though wasn't what he had expected.

Neville was the one to take him aside and explain.

"A lot of purebloods only get married for political reasons. And then they absolutely have to have a child to further the line. The fact that people could focus on their interests first is what makes them so happy. I know for a fact that Malfoy's parents aren't together for love. Lucius prefers men and he and Narcissa had specific details in their marriage contract to allow them to see other people. It's a matter of public record that my Gran tried to use against them once and ended up failing."

So then people only married for politics and not love. And here came a chance to marry someone you actually want instead of just for money or for your family's demands. Why couldn't the Muggles be this accepting?

It had been three days since the notice had gone out to all of Magical Britain and no one had been murdered yet.

It was quickly coming to a head, where Harry was sure that should it come down to a choice, he would choose the Wizarding World over the Muggles. It just seemed that those of Secondary Genders would be more safe on this side of the line than on the other side.

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