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-Sad feels.

Harry had learned to steadily avoid Alphas over the past month of classes. He loved Hermione to death but she was clinging to him. And Ron thought it was hilarious but since he was a Beta, he didn't really understand what Harry was going through.

Hermione was pushy and was trying to force her ways onto him.

Her eating habits. As the child of dentists, Hermione did not often partake in sweets of any kind. She also felt the need to eat a 'full breakfast' every morning. She actually lived by a food schedule and was trying to get him to eat the same things because 'he needed to be healthy'.

Harry had grown up being used to not eating much and even now, he could not fathom how Ron could eat four plates of food at every meal. Harry could barely eat one, and that was when it consisted of food that he actually liked.

Hermione began randomly questioning him about his hygiene. He was getting more disapproving tsking over his hair than ever before. There was no hope for his hair! He had stated such years ago, but she was still insistent upon making a spectacle of it.

At least his skin was clear. Merlin forbid if he had acne.

Unfortunately for him, other Alphas had been doing the same, though it wasn't as annoying because he didn't know them already and therefore, their perception wasn't of a friend of four years, and therefore wasn't skewed by pheromones and biology like Hermione.

Daphne Greengrass, the new leader of the fourth year Slytherins, had also made her interest known. That had surprised Harry considering she was a pureblood and he wasn't.

He'd even remarked on it.

The blonde quirk one icy brow. "You might not have realised, but things in Slytherin have changed."

The boy snorted. "Trust me, I noticed how quick you all were to cast Malfoy aside. Over something as stupid as Secondary Gender."

Her frosty gaze did not lighten up in the least. "Potter, Slytherin consists of the most politically savvy people in the school. Families who have been sorted there for centuries because of desire to get close to other families that can get them closer to what they want. We have always functioned one way, because it was the way to keep us safe and at least content. Now, we have a way to be happy."

Greengrass slipped a lock of hair behind her ear. "The only reason any of us pandered to him was because his family holds sway. He is a terribly unpleasant person to be around, because his parents raised him that way. My little sister is also an Alpha and that makes her engagement to him, pointless. He was the best chance she had, to find a husband who would be lenient like his father, among those in our House. Some traditionalists go too far, even for us, you must realise. Now she doesn't need to marry a man at all. She can actually set her sights on her girlfriend.

None of us wanted to be betrothed to Draco and I was only minutely saddened that she was stuck being with him. I was too happy that it wasn't me to really care."

"So what, now his family isn't worth salt in your eyes?"

"His family has never meant anything to me, beyond shackles. He cannot provide most of us with the heirs we need in order to keep our society functioning. And none of the people who could get them from him, want him because of how pompous he is. Surely you've realised that he treats even his own House the same way he treats others? Being a Malfoy gave him much cachet among our peers. He has thenceforth lost it.

Get it through your head that just because some of us share a House or a dorm, does not mean that we are all friends."

She turned then, leaving him to ponder everything she had told him.

His run in with her was not the only one he had where Slytherin was involved.

Theodore Nott had approached him, though he had done it in the library. The teen had never been someone he had paid attention to before, but Harry had to pause at the mossy green of his eyes. He'd never seen that shade of green before. Much like this his own eyes.

Last time he'd truly looked at the teen, he had been rather thin, but he seemed to have filled out over the summer and was much more broad in the shoulders. He towered over Harry more than even Hermione did.

His hair was a dark shade of brown, with some light blond highlights, contrasting his gaunt skin perfectly.

Nott never made a nuisance of himself. He didn't join groups or gangs and felt no need to participate in the jeering some of the other Slytherin purebloods liked to do.

He was a loner for the most part and had not gone out of his way to speak to Harry or any of his friends before.

Still, Harry was suspicious of him. Slytherins were crafty. Tom Riddle had managed to trick him with a handsome face and a well played act. Except for a few, Slytherin was probably mostly populated with people who were just as cunning or at least close to it.

"You aren't giving me that look because my father was a Death Eater, are you?"

Harry blinked, not expecting that to be the first thing out of the teen's mouth. "I didn't even know about your father. I barely know anything about you."

"You could."

"Huh?"

"You could know about me."

Harry's blank look seemed to have completely ruined whatever the other teen was trying to get at.

"Potter, have you never had any kind of sexual experiences before?" Nott asked, looking exasperated.

"No."

"I was propositioning you."

Oh. Harry didn't really know how to answer, considering he didn't know what to do and had never been in this sort of situation before.

"No, thank you. I don't really know much about this, but I won't experience any sexual anything until my first Heat comes. Maybe later?"

That was the best he could offer.

Nott's eyes went wide. "You mean that Omegas do not feel sexual need until they have their first Heat?"

"Yes, from what Hermione's book told me."

"No wonder you've been shooting everyone down. I know Zabini is good at seduction so the fact that you managed to not be affected by him was astounding."

Harry was left in confusion then, because Nott decided to head back to his dorm after sending a smirk Harry's way.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were… different. The delegates from both schools has swarmed Hogwarts, making the corridors more cramped and the Great Hall seem smaller than it originally was.

The Hogwarts students were enthralled by the 'new meat' and some had already tried asking others out. Harry witnessed Ron get turned down by a French blonde on the second day her school had been in Britain.

It was chaos, and not even the good kind.

They finally managed to learn some new information about the Tournament though. One Champion would be chosen through use of the Goblet of Fire. No one under the age of seventeen was allowed to enter, and extra protections would be added to make sure they couldn't find a way to do it. There were extra measures taken to make the competition less dangerous this year, unlike in former years where even judges had been murmured.

Harry didn't like the sound of any of it.

Thankfully, no one he knew could enter, which meant that he didn't have to worry about anyone.

Ron however, had complained for days about how unfair it was that they changed the age requirements and that he wanted to compete. No matter how many times Hermione told him that people died, he refused to see reason. Because the Headmaster had claimed that everything would be safer this year, suddenly, there was no threat.

Sometimes, Harry wondered if going through life in such a way, was comfortable for Ron.

The Goblet of Fire was a human made object that none knew the entire properties of. It was why certain mistakes had occurred in years past. This time, with people like Dumbledore involved in the tournament, there were sure to be less problems.

Like children being entered who wanted nothing to do with it. Like underage students being forced to compete because an elder student thought it a fun prank. Or people who didn't even go to the schools in question being dragged into it because someone wanted to kill them off in a way that didn't get them in trouble.

The people who wanted to be in this tournament all because it promised 'eternal glory' and one thousand Galleons, were sad. No one could name the last winner of the Triwizard Tournament, because the last winner was in the 1500s and no one after that had lived through the entire 'game' to actually win.

Harry shivered at the thought of being forced into a deadly tournament where the champion had next to no chance of surviving.

This year was looking to be hell. He just hoped that no one died.

The drawing of the names from the Goblet had begun as Harry would expect.

Viktor Krum was an Alpha who was from Durmstrang. He was the champion for his school and had fought through the throngs of his cheering classmates to shakes Dumbledore's hand and move on to the adjoining hall where the champions would convene.

The delegates that had come seemed proud of him and supportive. Harry hoped it remained that way.

Beauxbatons was going to be represented by a female Alpha who was also part Veela. The blonde who turned Ron down. Fleur Delacour looked beautiful as she proudly accepted her place in the tournament.

The Goblet of Fire spat out the very last name quickly, which was revealed to be Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff Alpha.

It was not lost on anyone that those chosen to represent were all Alphas. Was that simply because they were the best, or because mostly Alphas entered? Harry was curious over whether the Goblet knew about the Secondary Genders. Some inanimate objects seemed to have minds of their own, so who was to say that the Goblet didn't either?

And just when the celebration was dying down, Harry was suddenly fearful as the blue flames in the legendary artefact glowed red once again and a piece of parchment was forcefully ejected in Dumbledore's direction. The fire should have died out completely until the next tournament was announced, which meant that hell was about to break loose.

Dumbledore stared at the name for almost a minute and a mumbled, 'Impossible.' rang through the room.

"Harry Potter."

Harry's stomach dropped and his heart pounded too loudly in his ears, drowning out every other sound. He took note of Hermione grabbing his arm and pulling him in close, while Neville seemed to shift on his other side, putting himself between Harry and everyone else.

Dumbledore raised a hand, beckoning Harry to come up. Though Harry couldn't hear his name being called a second time.

All around him, students were losing their minds. Some looked horrified while others looked angry. The terror came from Omegas and Alphas and the hatred came from Betas. He knew something bad was going to happen, but no one ever wanted to listen to him!

Shaking off Hermione and Neville, Harry tripped on over to Dumbledore, who placed a calming hand on his back and lead him down the center aisle. Harry briefly took note of the Omega band on the man's wrist, before he was confronted with the professors, his Head of House taking over in Dumbledore's stead and leading him from the room with a gentle arm around the shoulders.

Harry would have protested the mollycoddling, but he was still too shocked over the fact that his name had come out of the Goblet.

The other champions were upon McGonagall in a second, and Harry managed to catch Cedric's eye. The older teen seemed worried, but also was trying to hold himself back. Fleur, whom he didn't even know, had already situated herself at his side. Her Alpha instincts were probably in control, forcing her into this state of mind, despite the fact that he hadn't presented yet and therefore had no true scent.

Alphas couldn't help themselves, which was why a lot of Alphas seemed offended on his behalf in the Great Hall.

And so Harry resigned himself to entering the tournament and feeling like he was just going to break down at some point.

Deadly tournament in which he was now forced to compete in.

Great.

Ron had abandoned him! Ron was only a Beta and didn't seem to understand Alpha, Omega, and Sigma relations. So in his mind, Harry had cheated. And Ron was of similar mind with about half the school.

All of the Betas were trying to hound him, while all of the Alphas and Omegas were comforting him.

He didn't ask for any of this! None of the hatred, none of the cramped clinginess of the people around him.

There was no personal space and there was no respect for him as a person! It was just 'Omega this' and 'Omega that' and nothing to do with Harry.

That night, Harry fell asleep, the final words of M.A.R.C.'s journal entry fresh in his mind and leaving him emotionally tormented.

4 January 1951

Now they are beginning to question the naturalness of 'my kind'. As if anything about these Secondary Genders was natural to begin with!

Dr. Song has been losing her control over the situation with these new doctors coming in with these big opinions. Her words have been neglected and her experience being shunted to the side to make way for 'better' and 'more experienced' people.

The man in charge now has no respect for women in the least. He has sneered down at me and even made mention of how 'my kind' deserve what we get for being unnatural. That my mates 'have a right to my body' any time they wish and I should be grateful that I'm wanted at all.

The don't want me. They try to kill me on a regular basis! That is not the desire this idiot thinks they have.

But now that he is in control, I fear that my life will eventually take a horrible turn. Worse than it already has, I mean.

No one ever respects a Sigma.

We are doomed to slavery.

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