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Harry was just about to turn 17. That meant he would be presenting tonight as beta, alpha, or omega. He had a feeling that he knew what he would be presenting as. He knew it would be a disappointment to all involved. Everyone expected him to present as an alpha, but Harry knew the truth. He would be presenting as an omega.
There was a part of Harry that wanted a certain tall, dark-haired, surly potions master to be his alpha, but knew that would never happen. Even if his mother let him accept his omega status, he would be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Male omegas were rare and treasured by most people. Harry knew his best friend Draco had presented as omega and his father found him a match in Theodore Nott, at least they might learn to love each other. Whereas Harry would never find a love match.
His mother had been raising him singlehandedly after his father died trying to protect them from Voldemort. Harry was able to defeat Voldemort as a baby and was claimed to be the hero of the wizarding world. Unfortunately, Lily treated Harry with blatant hostility and hatred. Nothing he did was ever good enough. She wanted Harry to be just like his dad, but he wasn’t. Lily had forced Harry into Quidditch, into a friendship with the Weasleys, into studying to become an Auror, and even into a relationship with Ginny Weasley. Harry didn’t want any of those things. He was a shy boy. He liked flying but didn’t really want to play Quidditch, even if he had a natural talent for it. The Weasleys were fine people, but he didn’t want to be forced to be friends with anyone, let alone people who seemed to want to be friends with him for the fame. He really wanted to study charms and wand-lore, and either become a master charms/dueler like his favorite professor or create wands. He also did not like Ginny Weasley in any way shape or form. He was interested in boys for Merlin-sake! His mother never listened to him. When she found him wanting to be different she would bully or manipulate him into doing what she wanted. She went so far as to verbally abuse him and sometimes physically attack him. Harry just did what she asked to keep the peace.
As the minutes ticked closer to midnight, he sighed. He hoped that with his presentation he would be able to get away from his mother and find his own path in life.
Harry eagerly watched the clock turn midnight. His abdomen twisted in pain and he became nauseous. He ached in his private area as well. He felt hot, exhausted, and irritable. The pain radiated from his abdomen for three hours. He had curled up in the fetal position in his bed to relieve some pain. He moaned in relief as the pain washed away. He grabbed some water to help quell the lingering nausea. He laid back down and tried to get some sleep before his mother woke him for his birthday.
When his mother woke him, she looked furious. “No. No. No. This cannot be. You were meant to be an alpha. Not a disgusting omega.”
Harry sat there numb. He didn’t know what to say or do. “I’m sorry,” he quietly whispered staring at his bedspread.
“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry,” his mother scoffed. “Well, this certainly will not do. You have an impending marriage contract with Ginny Weasley to fulfill.”
Harry gaped at her. “What? But Mum I don’t want to marry her. I don’t even like her.”
SMACK!
Harry’s head snapped sideways with the force of his mother’s slap across his face. Tears pooled in his eyes as he tenderly held a hand to his aching face.
“Harry James! You will do as I say, young man! You will be honoring the marriage contract I set up for you no matter what has transpired. So, this is what we will do. I will go get a potion to suppress your omega status and some neutralizing scent blockers. This will ensure the marriage goes through. It is your duty to give me a grandchild and continue our line. You will stay here locked in your room until I get back, we cannot have someone find out about your presentation and have all my plans ruined. You will pretend to be the alpha you were meant to be. If not, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand me?”
Harry nodded stiffly. Harry realized the threat of her words. Her word was law. He would be forced yet again to do what she wanted. He would take the blockers and suppressors, and enter a marriage he did not want all to appease his mother. It wasn’t like he could fight against her. No one knew about his inclinations or his status. No one would know. He would have to hide and pretend for the rest of his life. He would never be who he wanted to be.
Harry didn’t have anyone to turn to. Sirius and Remus were both living in a different country and agreed with Lily on wanting Harry to be like James. Ron and Hermione would also side with Lily. They wanted him to be with Ginny as well. He couldn’t turn to Draco, that boy was too submissive. He wasn’t sure Severus would go against his mother. She used his crush on her against him. That was why he knew it was so pathetic to want him as his alpha. He truly had no one to rely on.
As his mother left him to gather the needed potions, he silently cried. He cried for the lost future he so hoped he could have had. He wanted an alpha. He didn’t want to be one!
That night when his mother returned with the potions. He didn’t even ask where she had obtained them, most likely she got them from Headmaster Dumbledore who seemed to hate omegas. He just obediently took them and fell back asleep. He was grateful she just left him there for the night. She had wisely set up his birthday party for the following day, thinking he would be in rut the day of his birthday, instead, he had grown a uterus. He would not get any periods or heats while using the potions.
The following day his mother presented him at his birthday party as a strong alpha, to be wed to Ginny Weasley upon her graduation in two years time. Harry was relieved he had time to settle into his new life. Meanwhile, he would finish his last year, take his NEWTs, and be forced to train as an Auror. It sickened him, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was expected of him to be what his mother claimed him to be.
Everyone congratulated him. Harry grit his teeth and bore the strain of his new lot in life. He became a shell of a person, put up a mask, and hid who he truly was behind it. No one would know. He would keep it hidden. He would keep himself safe. There was no use in trying to be somebody or something else.