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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy/Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Severus_Snape, Omega_Harry_Potter, Alpha
      Ron_Weasley, Omega_Draco_Malfoy
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      Published: 2017-01-11 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2165
****** Pure Blood Secret ******
by Skyproduction
Summary
     No one but the elite know of the secret that pure bloods must deal
     with. Due to Harry's parents early departure and him living with his
     aunt and uncle, he never learned it either. Thanks to James pure
     blood status he was lucky enough to be an omega in a society where
     your mate is chosen by nature for you.
Notes
     This is a simple background to how the alphas and omegas came to be
     in my story.
***** Chapter One - Prologue *****
May 17, 1709

The day started freaky. The moon and the sun were side by side. Deep shades of
gold and orange with purple and maroon are splashed across the sky.

A group of pure blood wizards stood in a huddle. Bubbles and froth stewed in
the cauldron they had in front of them. These nameless men had no idea that
they would creat the biggest kept secret of the pure blood society.

The tallest of them drops in a dog heart. The middle adds powdered Cupid stone.
The last man cuts his and the other men's hands, dropping blood into the
concoction.

It stays a soft black purple while they stir. Then suddenly it's a pink color
that burns into a violent red. It starts to foam and over flow right as the
moon eclipses the sun.

A deep scream leaves one of the men, another following quickly. Pain rushes
through their vagina, burning them to their core. The world quickly goes dark
for them.

When they came to, the sun was by itself up at 12 o'clock. The middle sits up,
looking around at them and himself. They look the exact same.

"Did anything change?" The other two shook their heads, saddened by the
failure.

•••
Later that night the shortest man finds the first anomaly of his body at the
base of his length.

"What did you do to yourself!?" She yelled at him. He quickly pulled his pants
on and goes running to the others house.

When he arrives he finds his friend sniffing a door. He raises his head and
meets the shortest mans eyes.

"I think it worked," he says obviously. They rush to the last friends house to
find him doing nothing abnormal. Just writing.

"Did it work?" he asks. They nod to him telling their problems and he writes it
down. "We must go about our regular lives and see what does or doesn't change."

"But what is happening to us in the first place? Are we becoming animals?" the
smallest asks.

He shakes his head and holds up the little book he's writing in. It reads
"Alpha & Omega". He hands over a stone with things carved in Latin across it.

"It says in time of great breeding difficulty we must use this, and right now
we can't even keep our children alive. We can't let mud bloods and commoners
know about this. Let the pure raise above all."
•••
February 6, 1710

The first child is born to the tallest man at age 20. The life expectancy was
very low. He takes care of the baby boy with everything he has, making sure it
lives.

The middle man has the second child, a little girl. He does the same, raising
it with all his strength.

They have kept reporting back to man number three the findings of their bodies.
They decided to call themselves alphas, big and powerful, meant to be in
charge. They had yet to figure out what an omega was.

February 6, 1726

The daughter got a fever, a severe one. The men are all concerned for her
safety and chances of living. She says she is in pain a lot of pain. He refuses
to let the men come over, for some reason it makes his hackles raise. He
manages to let the son of the smallest man over and it doesn't take long to
realize what an omega is.

"She smelled like something rotting to me, probably the close DNA." That gets
added to the book.
"We should call it heat because of her high fever." Once again it gets added.
"Your son bite her and they say their souls are bound. So biting mean a forever
bond."

For many years they studied, until the men died of old age at 45. Their
children had children, and those will have more, and more and the first child
to go to Hotgwarts will have to keep the hidden secret of pure blood society
***** Chapter Two - Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     The first heat hits, but something goes terribly wrong.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you guys for starting my story :)
It didn't take a genius to know that magic makes anything possible. When Harry
learned that he was a wizard and was going to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry
it was like a breath of fresh air. He used to ask if his life was really
supposed to be this. If it was just to be under his uncle's thumb. But now he
knows that he really has a purpose.
Walking through the school doors seeing the towering ceilings and windows took
his breath away. It felt like the air had been punched from his ribs. There
were people everywhere, walking, running, scurrying. 
His first year was bound to be weird and strange. And it was with the stone and
the castle secrets.
He made a few friends very quickly. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his two
closest. 
He never really made a point of hiding anything, except his aunt and uncle.
It's not like it was a conscious choice that he wasn't going to talk about
them. It just happened and he didn't make a point to stop it. 
Harry did have one thing he adored about Hogwarts. The massive king sized beds
for each student. He requested extra covers and any of the boys that look into
his bed in the night find a big pile of sheets and blankets for Harry to hide
in.
It was a very strange thing to do, but people started realizing it's just a
Harry thing to do.
Years moved slowly, but not without enough excitement. The summer after 5th
year is when it all got weird.
===============================================================================
 It felt like a normal morning, get up, make breakfast, don't get to eat any.
He'd already lost weight from the lack of food and he was dehydrated. 
Once he had all of the dishes gathered and in the soapy water, he started
feeling a little weird. His face felt hot and his stomach ached. It would be
just his luck to get sick on his 16th birthday.
He quickly washed the dishes as he started panting. He needs to get to his room
before aunt Petunia catches him sick. She makes it twice as bad when she knows
he isn't feeling well.
Once the stairs come into view the hard part is going up them. One step, two
step, three step. Harry sees the landing and drags himself up to it. The short
amount of time has made the pain double, triple even. He's starting to think
that he's dying and not just sick.
He falls flat on the landing and lays there. He can't get anything to move. His
eyes are wide in terror. The pain tears up his insides again and he screams. 
Tears are falling from his eyes without his permission. He would never show
this much weakness to the Dursleys. Footsteps are quickly coming up the stairs
and he's luckily enough the Vernon is at work. 
Petunia may be a horrible person who makes him work while he's sick, but she
won't leave him to die. 
"Harry? What is going on?" she nearly screams. He looks to her opening and
closing his mouth for a second. 
"I need to go to the wizards hospital," he tells her. "Something is very wrong
and I need help. Just bring me my wand." He manages to get his whole sentence
out before he's panting and crying out again. 
"Absolutely not!! You could use it against me!" She shrieks unbelieving. Harry
lifts his head looking at her with tear tracks down his face. If logic won't
work, then maybe pity. 
"Aunt Petunia, it hurts," he whimpers pressing his face into the plush carpet.
She seems to go rigid beside him but her face barely softens. She's still
trying to maintain a glare. 
"How can I trust you?" She asks. He makes a subtle gesture to his body.
"I can't even move my body, how can I attack you?" He asks a little
spitefully. Petunia waits for a second before breathing deeply and going to get
his wand from under the stairs. 
When she reaches him he's crying once more pain lashing through him. 
"Just put it in my hand and point it at me," he grits out through grinding
teeth. She hesitantly does as she's told. 
"Savius mecena, Saint Mungo's Hospital," he feels the transportation spell
taking hold of him and swirling him to the hospital.
 
Harry wakes up on a rather uncomfortable mattress but he's got a nice fluffy
blanket to make up for it. 
A hand is rubbing the back of his neck sending a soothing feeling through his
entire being. He doesn't even realize he's purring until the hand stops and the
sound cuts out.
"Good morning, dear boy," Albus says softly. "Are you feeling ok?" 
Harry nods hesitantly. He's laying on his stomach and there is an IV in his
wrist.
"What happened?" He asks as he rolls over. It occurs to him that he isn't
wearing anything except a large padded thing under his bottom. 
He carefully looks down to see a tight pair of underwear with a female pad in
it. Eyes wide he turns to Dumbledore. 
"You are a very lucky young man," a nurse says as she enters. A soft smell of
lavender and sugar follows her. She comes over to him lifting the blanket and
looking at the underwear. Harry flinches and tries to pull away. She lets go
and fluffs the covers back into place.
"You went into heat but your body was so dehydrated and starved that you
couldn't produce slick. It didn't understand the problem and tried to
forcefully make it but wasn't able to find anything to make it with." 
She goes to a cabinet getting him some clothes. And bring over another chair.
She sits lightly passing him the shirt and pants, which aren't his own because
these look like his size.
"Your father was James Potter, a pure blood. He wasn't as aristocratic or
righteous as most, but he was one. Now a very well kept secret is the pure
blood "curse". It gives its recipient a second, uh, gender if you will." She
breathes deeply before continuing her explanation. 
"Alphas are the dominants, powerful bodies, and minds, but less magical power
then omegas. All regular people, or not purebloods, are known as betas. They
don't have any of the specific omega or alpha traits. The only reason I know
about this is because I am an omega myself and from a pure family." 
"You, Harry Potter, got your father's gene and have presented as an omega. This
means that every alpha or omega who has presented at your school will know. As
well as you will go into heat every three months. Which is four a year. Now for
the most awkward part. Albus, would you mind waiting outside?" 
The professor nods with a small smile and walks into the hallway, closing the
door.
"A heat is your bodies way of asking to be impregnated. Because you are an
omega male or female matters not. A heat will last 4 days and you will leak
from behind and wish to mate with an alpha. An alpha has a knot or a swell at
the base of the penis, that would make all of the pain go away. But there is no
contraceptive spell that can prevent an omega from getting pregnant during a
heat. Which is why it is not recommended at this age to have sex during a heat.
Outside of heat, you can't get pregnant so that's less to worry about." She
nods to herself and stands putting the chair back. Her face takes a sad twist. 
"Because alphas and omegas were made to keep purebloods going and pure, your
mate will be chosen for you. You'll know when you smell them. Your father's
mate died before they met which is the only reason he was able to fall in love
and enjoy another female's scent. Even though she was a beta."
Harry sits hold the clothes as his world spins topside. He won't even be able
to choose who he wants to spend the rest of his life with. She comes and hands
him a package. 
"This is two heats worth of pads for the slick. You will need to purchase more
when they run out. I've also put a number in their that you can call if you
need help or information." She takes his IV from his arm pressing a bandage
into it then takes her leave, sending Albus back in.
He sits staring at the clothes in his hands and the package next to it fighting
back tears. 
"Why don't you go get dressed and we'll go to Hogwarts early this year?"
Dumbledore asks. Harry nods shakily standing and taking his clothes to the
bathroom.
Once he's changed into regular underwear and clothes that fit, which is a new
feeling, he meets the headmaster to head back to the only home he's ever known.
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