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-Harry goes into Heat.

Harry had firmly sequestered himself in the Chamber of Secrets - the last place he ever thought he would go when trying to escape the harsh reality of life - in order to avoid everyone.

While having half of the school on his side, the other half were not pleasant to be around. And it was difficult to determine who was friend from foe. He was also trying to stay out of the public eye because Hermione and Neville had decided to start sticking to him at every opportunity because he was getting propositions left and right.

Zabini, Greengrass, and Nott were not the only people to call upon him. Many had even been a lot more bold than the three Slytherins had been. Harry had quickly learned how to hex people without his wand. A new skill that was pretty wicked!

Harry often found himself sitting next to the corpse of a larger than life serpent that he had to unfortunately kill two years prior. He felt bad about it, the more he considered what had lead to it. The poor thing shouldn't have had to be controlled by anyone.

The teen did his assignments on his own. He meditated in order to help remain calm. Sometimes he even read more from the journal in order to pass the time out of the public's view.

He wished he didn't have to resort to any of it though.

"You should come to the Kitchens."

Harry flinched at the sudden sound of a voice. He had thought that he was alone. He should probably check the map more frequently.

Right behind him was a blonde girl, who was wearing the Ravenclaw tie on her uniform. Harry took a very light sniff, and settled her into the Omega category.

"Huh?"

"You've been skipping meals and Madam Pomfrey will be angry when you go in for your next check up. So since I'm going to the Kitchens, I figure you can come with me and we can eat in peace."

Harry had a stalker. Even his own friends didn't know what he was doing.

"I'm not stalking you, if that's what you're wondering. I just pay attention."

That sounded like something a stalker would say.

"So are you coming with me or will I tell Dobby you had other things to do?"

What?

"You know Dobby?"

"He works in the Kitchens," the girl said, her blue eyes transfixed on something far behind Harry's left shoulder.

Dobby worked at Hogwarts.

"I'm coming."

Harry ended up finding Sanctuary among the House Elves. Because they were not human, and they did not have heightened senses like some did, their bodies did not have a natural reaction when in the presence of a Sigma or an Omega.

The House Elves weren't human. Of course House Elves tended to be a little motherly in nature, but that was just the way they were. They did not latch onto him, they did not try to force him to do things he didn't want to do, and they did not act as if he was incapable of taking care of himself.

Harry was also reunited with his friend, Dobby, and it was all thanks to one Luna Lovegood.

Once he had gotten to know her a little better, he felt really bad for thinking that she was a stalker. It turned out that Luna was bullied by almost everyone in the school, and tended to avoid certain places in order to have peace of mind.

Once again, Harry's faith in humanity was taken down several notches.

Also, Harry found himself within her company more often than not. Despite the fact that the blonde was an Omega, and was obviously considered to be special, even the people that propositioned her were horrible to her.

Nobody had tried to get physical with her yet, but Harry was just waiting for the day that somebody did it. It was against the law to physically abuse an Omega or a Sigma. It said nothing about verbal abuse, but verbal abuse was always the beginning of any abusive relationship. Verbal to test the waters, emotional to take it further, psychological to expand the control, and when the person wasn't caught, they'd turn to physical.

Harry considered Luna a friend and he would defend her with every fiber of his being.

On the morning the first task dawned, Harry awoke with a fever. Rarely had he ever been sick in his young life, but he did know what a fever felt like. His entire body was cold and hot at the same time. It was a sort of intense kind of heat and it was everywhere.

He was sweating, his body hurt everywhere, and he did not feel like getting up.

In fact, the sun had yet to come up. So Harry just wanted to spend several moment laying in bed because of the pain, and not wanting to move. Unfortunately for him, nothing could ever stay that simple.

Harry shot right out of bed when something cold and wet registered in his mind. He was sitting on something cold and wet.

Harry did not remember a time where he had lost control of his bladder or bowels, so he really hoped that as he sat up, it wasn't what he thought it was.

The true reason behind his wet clothing and bedding was no better than what he thought it would be. The substance was clear, like water. There was no scent to it either. However, he realized that it was not water because whatever it was it was gooey and was literally leaking from him.

From his anus, to be grossly specific. That was when Harry's mind put all of the facts together, leaving him to stand in the middle of his dorm room, looking at his bed in horror.

Of all the days for this to happen. All the times for it to happen, it had to happen now. Harry had to go and face whatever was happening in the first task in the next few hours, and he was going to have to do it while he was going through his first Heat.

He must have had the worst luck in the world, because Harry had to compete or else he'd lose his magic. His body was hurting everywhere and there was a strange throbbing now coming from his anal passage. It was kind of good and kind of annoying, not to mention that he was still leaking what he now knew to be Slick, all over his pajama bottoms.

With a groan at how unfair the world was to him, Harry turned and grabbed his wand from his nightstand. The brunet then snatched his Invisibility Cloak from his trunk and slung it over his shoulders.

He heeded help and who else could help him but the one and only, Poppy Pomfrey?

The Medi-witch was not awake when Harry came banging on her door, but the moment she opened the door and saw him standing there, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him inside her office. The old woman looked to be on the brink of a massive tantrum and only seemed to be holding it together for his sake.

"The worst luck in the world," she mumbled as she waved her wand.

"Well, Harry, the best I can do is give you a pain relief potion. You cannot take anything else because they could make you ill. Fatally or irreparably ill."

Harry slumped on the cot she had summoned for him. "Is there no way to cool down? It's so hot!"

"Cooling charms, but they might not help you. A Sigma's Heat is far stronger than an Omega's is."

Harry was a Sigma. Madam Pomfrey had been right.

His life sucked!

Harry tried every kind of spell he could think of to mask his scent. According to Madam Pomfrey, he now scented of Alpha, which meant that people would know very well that he had finally gone into his first Heat. And because they could scent him, they would smell his Slick.

To and Omega and a Sigma, their personal Slick was scentless, but to others it had a very obvious scent. It smelled completely different to other people, which made no sense to Harry but he accepted it all the same.

He did not want to face the other students, and he did not want to face the crowds of people that would no doubt be gathered at the first task. He did not want all of Britain to be aware of his Secondary Gender, but he knew he had to deal with it.

His wrist band had been changed. He was now wearing the Sigma symbol in bright purple. And within the next week, all of his files would be updated with the new information. Harry Potter would be marked down as Great Britain's third Sigma.

Harry was eternally grateful that the experimentation on the different Secondary Genders had already concluded. Although, because the Sigmas were so rare and there was still so much unknown about them, he did not know if he would be exempt from any testing or studying. The thought of being sequestered in a glass box like M.A.R.C. had been, terrified him.

Harry did not understand how people could not see that being a Sigma was terrible. It was not an honour. It was not something that deserved an award. M.A.R.C.'s life was published in millions upon millions of books, and yet nobody seemed to raise any kind of awareness toward the treatment of Sigmas in the past.

Harry despised his life.

Harry had to meet up the other champions in the Champion's Tent. He had to leave Luna with Hermione and Neville, who had both taken a sort of protective stance over the blonde in recent days. It was their biology acting for them because she was an Omega.

Harry had to go in alone and he did not want to be alone.

If the way Neville and Hermione had reacted was anything to go by, he knew that the upcoming event was not going to be pleasant for anyone. He just hoped that he could somehow get out of it quickly so he could spend the rest of his Heat by himself.

Harry had managed to avoid everyone until he stepped foot into the tent itself. Suddenly, three heads shot toward where he was standing(and sweating), nostrils expanding as they took in his new scent.

"You are Sigma, oui?" Fleur asked, coming closer.

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath in order to calm himself. He applied another layer of cooling charms because the last had burned away in under half an hour. The potency of the spell was lessening the more the time passed. Soon, Harry's Heat would be at its peak and the charms probably wouldn't work at all.

The first task needed to end!

Harry very non-discretely fanned himself, unable to stop his hand from moving. It was like someone had wrapped him in a million fuzzy blankets without his permission! The tent was so hot and the raging scents of three different Alphas was beginning to annoy him. He was also beginning to feel lightheaded.

Especially since there was a new, spicy scent to Fleur's own scent. Harry didn't want to know what that meant.

Just as Fleur's presence was becoming too much, several people flooded into the tent, Dumbledore being one of them. The old wizard did a double take the moment he saw Harry and covertly pulled the brunet away from the blonde, quarter Veela. He waved Cedric forward, in order to have his two champions together as an excuse to protect Harry.

Harry might have been a little far gone, but he could see the action for what it was, and was grateful. Dumbledore seemed safe.

Bagman and Crouch were there as well, along with Maxime and Karkaroff.

Bagman was holding a large bag that was moving on its own. Something was wriggling around inside of it. The man looked positively giddy.

"Champions, welcome to the first task of the Triwizard Tournament! It is time you learn just what you will be facing out there."

Bagman loosened the drawstring on the bag and held it out to Fleur first. She reached in carefully and withdrew a miniature dragon that roared loudly. Around its neck was a collar marked with a large number two.

Cedric was given the next chance, pulling out another dragon, but this one had a shiny number one on its own collar. Krum managed to get a three, which left Harry to pull out the meanest looking dragon, that bore a number four on its collar.

"You each hold a model of the life sized creature you are going to be facing in this task."

Harry's heart sank and he looked to Cedric, finding an equally fearful look on the Hufflepuff's face. Fleur and Viktor didn't look as worried, which had to mean that their Headmasters had cheated for them. Harry felt a brief spark of irritation over that. Dumbledore was sometimes too chivalrous and it was annoying.

"From these creatures, you will have to retrieve a golden egg, which contains a secret to the next task. If you do not get the egg, you will receive no points for this task, which will put the reputation of your school and country, on the line."

And now came the guilt tripping the students into giving their all.

A throbbing in Harry's arse had him biting his lip. It was becoming hot again. He really needed to apply another charm but he didn't want to make it so obvious that he had changed. Most of the people in the room were Alphas or Betas, meaning that Dumbledore's Omegan scent was covering him for a moment as he blended in with the other Alphas.

Harry stared down at what was to be his opposition. A Hungarian Horntail as Bagman had informed him. He did not want to fight a dragon all for an egg.

And the worst thing about it all, was the fact that taking an egg from a dragon was very bad, and taking gold from a dragon was even worse! It was like they were asking for people to be slaughtered in the tournament!

The management was supposed to be better this time! It was supposed to be much safer. But noooooo. Nothing could ever go right in Harry's life. He was doomed to be the most unlucky bugger in the world.

Before the judges left, Dumbledore gave Harry a commiserating pat on the shoulder. Harry didn't emotionally feel better, but a large wave of cold filled him and he realised that his Headmaster had placed a very powerful cooling charm on him. And with Dumbledore's strength, it should last for much longer than Harry's feeble attempts over the past five hours.

Harry paced. He avoided Fleur. He winced every time a loud roar rang through the mountainside. No rest. Even when he sat down he did not feel comfortable. The throbbing was becoming more persistent now. He could feel his muscles tightening inside.

It was like that time he'd had a stomach ache and could literally feel the contractions of his muscles. It hurt. It was unpleasant. He leaned forward, placing his arms under his torso so that the pressure might help alleviate the cramping.

Sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead and his hair. Finally caving, Harry shrugged off his hoodie and the school jumper he'd worn under it, leaving him in only a white undershirt, and his trousers and trainers. He didn't care if it was foolish to go outside in such temperatures, while wearing little clothing, his body was sweating profusely and Slick was running down the back of his thighs, soaking his clothing.

He cast a drying charm, hoping it would do the trick for the next few minutes.

Viktor's name was announced, Bagman cheering him on loudly. As the summeriser, the man was doing a smashing job of keeping the crowd entertained, but to Harry, he just sounded annoying.

Besides, something about him rubbed Harry the wrong way.

He was leaking many fluids at once, and his body was doing too many things to keep track of. Harry was already tired and he hadn't even done anything yet. And if the pain reliever wore off too so, he would be suffering hell on Earth.

"And now for our fourth and final champion! Please give a big hand for our very own Harry Potter!"

With a grimace, Harry stood and slowly made his way down the corridor leading to the arena he would be placed in. His body was hot again, after nearly an hour of sitting and waiting. His clothes were soaked in sweat and Slick again. The throbbing was becoming intense and the cramping was beginning to hurt.

He used the wall for support, finding himself vexed at how pathetic he must look, needing to hold himself up with a bloody wall of all things. Too weak to keep himself upright.

The moment Harry stepped out into the light of the grey afternoon, he found himself bombarded with cheers on all sides. If he wasn't so focused on his own traitorous body, he would have been annoyed with all those people.

"Is he- Is Mr. Potter doing well?" came Bagman's voice over the din of the crowd. "He has removed some of his clothing."

Harry leaned against the now rocky wall and looked around, finding his opponent easily as it was the only dragon in the arena. It was chained down, but a chain was not enough to stop a nesting mother. Not at all.

"I do believe... Harry Potter has gone into his first Heat! The fourth champion is actually competing whilst in Heat! This is unbelievable! The fact that he can even stand is a testament to his strength, folks!"

Harry ignored the man. He was trying to come up with a method that would get him the egg without having to move from his spot. The throbbing was becoming too insistent now. He wanted to rub the area in hopes of alleviating the sensation, but wouldn't do that in front of witnesses.

As the crowd marveled at his 'inner fortitude', Harry raised his wand and doused himself in water. Then he applied another cooling charm, feeling the affects even more now because of his soaked clothing.

Eyeing the egg that was being held in a large nest of other eggs, Harry raised his wand and tried to summon the egg.

No dice.

"Anti-summoning charms have been placed to prevent the eggs from being summoned, but Mr. Potter gets points for being the first to think of a method that didn't involve directly confronting the dragon! Bravo!" Bagman's voice boomed over the stadium.

Harry just wished he could get the stupid egg. Pop on over, grab it, and then pop on back. It would be done.

Wait... Pop on over.

Hit with a burst of inspiration, Harry felt himself perk up and call, "Dobby!"

The Elf appeared before him, looking up at him with his wide, adoring eyes. "Harry Potter calls Dobby? What can Dobby bes doing for the great Harry Potter?!" asked the Elf, looking as if Christmas had come early.

"Dobby!" Harry gasped, not realising just how hard it was to breathe, "I'm sorry... to ask this of you, but could you help me get the golden egg... the dragon is guarding? I can't summon it and I've gone into Heat."

Dobby's large eyes filled with tears. "Harry Potter is in pain. Dobby will help take care of Harry Potter. Harry Potter is Dobby's friend."

"This is astonishing, Mr. Potter has summoned a House Elf to assist him!"

Dobby peaked out from behind Harry's soaked leg, and took a deep breath, his little chest puffing out bravely. The Elf disappeared with a small 'pop', reappearing in the nest and latching onto the egg. Dobby disappeared just as quickly, holding out the egg as he 'popped' back to Harry's side.

Harry smiled gratefully, though it was tarnished by a wince. "Thank you, Dobby."

As Harry accepted the egg, Dobby snapped his fingers, suddenly making the brunet levitate. "Dobby bes taking Harry Potter to the Medi-witch. She bes knowing what to do."

All the while, Bagman's commentary went on and on about how Harry had thought quickly and had finished his task the fastest. Harry did not stick around for his scoring, not that he even cared. Madam Pomfrey and Dobby had immediately taken him back to the castle in order to sequester him in a private room in the Hospital Wing.

He definitely owed Dobby something nice.

His body burned and throbbed and he was miserable!

Madam Pomfrey was ignoring his pleas! Pleas for what, he did not know, but he needed it!

This stupid Heat needed to end soon!

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