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The end of Seventh year couldn’t come any quicker, really. Harry chewed his nails anxiously in almost every lesson he had, watching the small clocks on the wall, and waiting for the day to just be over with. The scent of the female and male alphas constantly around him made his head spin with an almost animalistic desire, and he hated the effect it had on him, but that is what he gets for not being mated.
He just had to present as 'omega' and he just had to be extra sensitive to scents. It’s almost as if it’s karma for finding out he was an omega a little too late.
“Mate,” Ron whispered, leaning over a little into the isles. Snape was teaching at the front of the class, voice loud and filled with an authority every alpha had. “You look like you need the loo, are you alright?” He nudged his friend's arm, leaving his beta scent on the omega. Harry nodded stiffly, not wanting to get yelled at by their professor. That didn’t go over too well though because the teacher, almost like a hawk, had turned his head, eyes all squinted, as he glared at Ron and Harry from their seats. Students started to turn around and bicker, laughing at the two who were caught red-handed. Snape hated interupptions.
“Oh, how silly of me to think this was potions class,” he started, catching the attention of the room once again. Harry sunk in his seat from the unwanted attention in embarrassment and whimpered. He hated getting yelled at, especially by an alpha. It felt horrible- like a stinging jinx manifesting welts onto his skin one by one. “Why did no one tell me this was suddenly Commotions class! Ten points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and Potter, you better pay attention and not cause any other trouble.” The two boys nodded and muttered out sorrow-filled apologies that Snape took with a single nod of his head. He turned back to the class without another word and quickly snapped at the rest of the class to pay attention.
Ron didn’t try to talk to his friend again after that, remaining forward in his seat as Professor Snape carried on with teaching about a new potion for betas. Something about their scent and changing it to their desire? It sounded interesting, but Harry, being an omega, didn’t care much.
The classifications of alphas, betas, and omegas weren’t taught to him until he came of age to present. The Muggles that were the Dursleys couldn’t care less enough to teach Harry, so he had to learn when he went through the excruciating change at 13 years old. Omegan nature came with a more sensitive nose, heightened senses, the ability to get pregnant, wider hips, smaller frame, and softer features. The summer Harry came back to Hogwarts for his 3rd year, standing at platform 9 3/4 with the Weasleys, they all stared at him in amazement, taking in his almost treacle tart-like scent. They didn't expect him to be an omega at all, beta at least. They were surprised, but not disappointed.
“Oh dear,” Molly had rasped out, rubbing her nose slightly. She was an omega but was still affected by it. Every alpha, beta, and omega were extra sensitive to those who have just presented. The sickly sweet scent made the Weasleys feel dizzy, “That is a very strong scent Harry, do you not have any scent blockers or any of that muggle scent blocking soap?” The boy had shaken his head, confused as to what she was talking about. “The Dursleys didn’t give me anything, told me I just had to deal with it.” And deal with it he did. He dealt with it like a champ until he had gotten to Hogwarts and was demanded to, by the nurses, take some potions to combat his scent and urges so nothing bad would happen to him. Apparently, alphas attacked unmated omegas often if their scent was strong or if they went into heat.
Pulling Harry away from his thoughts, the sound of bells chiming, to signal the end of class, were heard and kids began to get up, finally chatting loudly with their classmates. Ron ran over to his friend with Hermione in tow, “Don’t forget to read the book and do your work!” Severus called out, desperately hoping his students were listening before everyone was gone.
“I can’t believe you got points taken from Gryffindor for both being bloody idiots” Hermione hit Ron upside the head softly with her hand and he yelped dramatically, grabbing at the back of his head and looking at his mate with a scowl. Hermione only grinned at him proudly, no remorse on her features. “How was I supposed to know he was going to hear us?! I was just checking up on Harry, right Harry?” The omega nodded and giggled slightly at his friends who bickered back and forth.
“But now we have ten points gone!”
“Who cares? It’s only ten points!”
“Well, I care!”
“Don’t be such a ponce, ‘mione” Ron rolled his eyes.
The curly-haired beta gasped, gripping her books tightly in her arms almost in offense. “I am not a ponce!”
“Are too!”
“Are not!”
Harry looked between them, interested in the conflict before he was stopped by something hard. He let out a sound and expected himself to fall, but hands had caught him before he could. The arms of the person were warm and strong... “I-I’m so sorry, I should be looking where I’m going.” the omega in Harry was panicking slightly, the authority washing over him like a petrificus totalus, stunning him nearly completely.
“It’s alright,” the deep voice hummed— more like vibrated, against Harry. “It’s my fault as well.” The stranger let him go and Harry was able to step back and take a good look at them. And Godric, they were pretty. His face was slim, cheekbones high, and his hair was short and waved slightly at the ends- a brown the same color as a dark chocolate frog. Harry backed up a little more, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish before he jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. Ron and Hermione were staring at the two with confusion on their faces.
“Come on, lad, we’ll be late”
The omega nodded and scurried off with his friends, leaving the stranger in the hallway to inhale the last bit of his scent and watch him leave.