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The fourth years were gathered in the corridor outside the Hospital Wing where they would all be called in to have their own personal check up. Hermione was near the front of the line, Ron was at the very back of the line, and Harry stood firmly in the middle, next to Parkinson of all people. Thankfully, Padma and her sister Parvati were near him so he didn't feel lonely.

The line progressed a lot faster than he had originally thought it would, but that was thanks to the help of the Healers who had been sent on over to assist in getting this done.

Harry's appointment shouldn't take too long because he had already been through this process early in the summer.

Hermione came out when he was nearer to the door of the Hospital Wing and she sent him a small smile and a wave before going back to the dorm.

Harry was being bombarded by questions from people he had never even met before, asking him just what being an Omega meant and what happened to make these Secondary Genders occur. Honestly, he couldn't really answer any of them because he was still getting used to this himself.

Being an Omega sucked. In his opinion. The others he knew of, except for Snape, didn't seem to be of similar mind. He couldn't give an educated answer because his emotions were far too involved.

When it was his turn, he actually got to see Madam Pomfrey though he was certain that she had worked it that way so that he wasn't faced with strangers. Also, she looked more worried for him than any other student.

The old woman was sitting behind a pulled curtain, looking like she had had enough of this situation. Harry could relate.

"Mr. Potter," she addressed him after waving her wand. "We are going to be blunt with one another today. I firmly believe that you are the most unlucky child to have ever come under my care and it is for this reason that I believe that you are not an Omega, but a Sigma."

Harry's stomach sank at her words. He didn't want to be a Sigma. He didn't want to be treated like a possession to be passed back and forth between people!

"I know this isn't something you want to hear, especially if you read the same book that every Omega was given. But this is the truth. The fact of the matter, is that you have a womb, but exhibit no other signs of an Omega. The others want attention. They want to be taken care of. They don't want to be in charge or in control and feel no qualms about letting an Alpha take care of them. You possess some of those desires, just like every other human being, but not on the scale necessary to be an Omega."

"So I am a Sigma?"

"Most likely."

Harry sighed.

"The good news is that the Muggle Government of Great Britain has just passed a law that should an Omega or Sigma be in any way abused by their Secondary Mate, there will be heavy penalties. Capital Punishment most likely. If the Mate is dead, the Bond breaks and is open for a new Bond.

And if someone who isn't Mated to an Omega or a Sigma, abuses them, they will be imprisoned for life, or killed depending on their Mated status."

Harry didn't feel that that was any better.

"My advice to you, would be to find a Mate who is the best. And I mean better than anyone else at anything. Intimidation is a key factor here. If your Primary Mate is too terrifying to to challenge, you will have an easier life. And it would be best to choose someone ahead of time, before someone decides to create a law where a Sigma must have a Primary Mate before a certain age or else they will be chosen for them."

Harry didn't think it was possible for this situation to get any worse, but he had just been proven wrong.

"Would they do that?" he asked, horror saturating his words.

"If it is you, many would want to control you, and the Minister is a fool who has been bought out by too many people of questionable intent. It is just better for you this way."

"But I don't even like Snape!" he protested, filled with horror at the very thought of being in any kind of relationship with the man.

Madam Pomfrey snorted. "I wasn't suggesting him. Though he is rightly terrifying to children, he isn't much of a threat to adults. The Headmaster and even Professor Flitwick could duel him under the table in seconds. But perhaps someone of equally terrifying countenance would be beneficial to you."

"Is there any way I'm getting out of this, happy with life?"

"There is always a way, Mr. Potter. You just have to find it."

With a sullen nod, Harry was quiet for the rest of the exam, contemplating what he knew and wondering about what would come next.

5 January 1950

We have been moved to a new room. By 'we' I mean the Secondary and I. The children have been gone for days and I have been given no indication of when they will be returning. I must admit that while I hate the two of forced them upon me, I have sort of grown fond of them. They are nothing like their sires and I am beyond thrilled at that.

I don't like the thought of children being held against their wills as they are being poked and prodded and treated as experiments. This is not the kind of life a child should be raised in and yet here we are.

14 April 1950

I've decided to explain what happened during birth. For some reason, that want my account of the proceedings.

I went into labour early morning on the twenty-first of October in 1949. This one was much different than any of the others. Right away, I could tell that getting the children out would be easier. Both had aligned themselves at the same moment and were fighting over who would come out first.

I had been experiencing a sharp pain in my abdomen for hours before my water broke and by then, it was as if everything was in a haze. The water, as I am told, is not like what normal women have. This was just 'Slick' and it had lubricated the passageway and worked alongside the doctors to spread me wider.

Within a few hours of contractions coming closer and closer together, as well as some heat flashes, the first child came without much of a fuss. If I recall, the doctor nearly dropped the second because she had been right behind her sister. Not even a minute later and I didn't even have to push, the head had already breached the opening before I could warn anyone.

Thankfully, no damage was done.

That pregnancy was the easiest of the three I have suffered through. According to Dr. Song, it does get easier the more pregnancies occur, because the body has only just healed from the former pregnancy, making it ripe and ready for another.

When I get pregnant again. Yes, you read that correctly. They plan on having me birth as many as possible before I can no longer do it.

Anyway, when it happens again, the labour will be even shorter. One good thing about this, I suppose.

I hope I lose my fertility quickly because I don't want to spend the rest of my life behind a glass wall and pregnant.

21 October 1950

It has occurred to me that I have been in this hellhole for ten years. It has also occurred to me that I will never see my family again.

Today is my little sister's birthday. I wonder if she finally got to marry that boy down the lane, or if she changed her mind about him? And what about my parents? What happened to their reputation when the government forced them to tell everyone that I had tried to steal from a bank?

I used to feel secure in this land, but I have realised that this is impossible. In any country run by a government, true peace is not possible. Because there is always someone who wants to be in control and can do whatever they want.

I and the other prisoners, will be here for the rest of our lives.

I don't see any kind of bright future in the works.

Happiness is an illusion. Happiness is impossible.

"Malfoy's a Beta!"

Harry knew this would happen! He knew that those who would be separated into the Beta category would be made fun of for not being 'special'. Never mind that the blond had actually gone in with his nose raised, proclaiming how it was 'so obvious; that he was an Alpha. The fact of the matter, was that Malfoy was the only one among his yearmates in Slytherin, who ended up as a Beta.

Everyone was already tearing him down for it.

Parkinson was an Alpha, Zabini was also an Alpha, who had been sending looks Harry's way. Nott was an Alpha that seemed more interested in himself. Crabbe and Goyle were Omegas, and Greengrass was an Alpha. Malfoy was the only one on the outside and it seemed as it the hierarchy had changed immediately.

Harry didn't often concern himself with Slytherins because the ones he knew, he didn't like. But even he could tell that things had changed. Parkinson, Greengrass, Nott, and Zabini were the ones in control for their year. Malfoy was no longer the 'poster boy' of Slytherin and most of his threats and complaints fell on deaf ears.

The basics, according to Neville who had been talking long and hard with Hermione, was that Betas could impregnate Omegas, but it was getting an Omega to want them, that made it difficult. A beta could not be impregnated by an Alpha though. Which left Betas to each other. And only Alphas and Omegas could Bond and experience a full Heat/Rut together because their bodies were made to do and handle such things, whereas Betas were normal.

It seemed cruel that their Secondary Genders decided so much for them without them getting a chance to have a say.

He had thought Primary Genders were a struggle but being born in the wrong body was not the greatest worry now. To an extent, that could be controlled. This could not be, though.

On another annoying note, Harry was getting frustrated with Hermione's and Neville's attentions! Yes, he was their friend, and yes, they had connections, but he didn't need to be coddled all the bloody time. Something in an Alpha called for them to protect the weaker people.

If that was the case, why were there accounts of Omegas being assaulted by Alphas at all?

The real questions that he wasn't afraid to ask.

By the end of the week, all of Hogwarts had been turned upside down. And if the chaos wasn't bad enough, Dumbledore decided to lay one on them.

"The school will not be having Quidditch this year."

The uproar from Gryffindor could have deafened everyone.

"The castle will instead be home to some very important guests. I had wanted to tell you at the Welcoming Feast, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on only one shock at a time. Through much talk and planning, we have been able to resurrect the Triwizard Tournament! And it shall be held at Hogwarts this year!"

Harry's head immediately snapped to Hermione because she had read Hogwarts: A History and she would know what it was.

"A contest between Europe's three magical schools," was her succinct answer.

Dumbledore was still talking.

"We will be hosting Beauxbatons and Durmstrang come October, so I would like for all of you to be on your very best behavior. When the delegates arrive, I shall go into greater detail. Until then, I implore you to reign in your excitement."

That night, Hermione educated he and Ron on just what the tournament was about.

"They choose a student from each school, to represent them. And then they are put into three different Tasks to test their intelligence, skill, magic, perseverance, and mettle. People have actually died. Krakens eating the champions, Nundu melting an entire village down and the people within, and even a young woman being carried off by centaurs. It can get dangerous and unpleasant."

"They only take people who are of a certain age, right?" Harry asked, making sure that there was no way he had to enter.

"Yes. They may have raised the age requirement though. It used to be fourteen, but during the incident of 1792, they stopped the tournament altogether."

She went on to explain how excited she was to meet students from other schools and to compare lessons with them. Ron and Harry kind of lost interest after that. School was boring.

Zabini was from a neutral family that had not sided with Voldemort. Unfortunately, his mother was known very well on the continent, as the Black Widow because her wealthy husbands mysteriously died all the time. She had just lost husband number seven.

While never having spoken to the dark skinned teen before, Harry wasn't brave enough to chance being alone in a room with him. So when he found himself in the toilet with Zabini watching his every move, he did an abrupt about face and walked from the room with a stiff back.

Zabini was just one of the Alphas who had been giving him looks and Harry was not adventurous enough to explore what those looks meant.

"Come on, Potter. Are you running away?" Zabini asked, the teasing tone in his voice curling against Harry's ear.

"Yes."

There was no point in lying about it because that was exactly what he was doing. It wasn't strategic in the least. He was fleeing as fast as he could without having to actually run.

"You didn't even bother to hear me out first. How rude."

"I really don't want to."

Zabini was following him! Merlin, why did he have to attract the attention on the less than savory characters!?

"I just wanted to see if I've got a chance with you. That's all."

"A chance for what?" Harry asked, stopping and turning to face the other teen who was much bigger than he was, he realised.

Zabini smirked again. "I just wanted to know if you prefer men to women. I have to know so I can decide whether my attentions should go elsewhere."

"Well, I haven't thought about it. But you should definitely put them elsewhere."

He began walking again, ignoring the sigh that came from the Slytherin.

Harry was going to pretend that he had never met Zabini while he was trying to use the lavatory. He was also going to pretend that he didn't know what the teen was talking about.

Ignorance was bliss after all.

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