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[===== Life =====]
Harry kicked his feet gently, waiting patiently for Madam Pomfrey and Uncle Sev to stop hissing frantic words on the other side of the curtain. It was kinda funny how they seemed to think the flimsy fabric separating them would stop him from hearing their argument. Which was the only funny thing about this situation. He huffed and grumbled, instincts unhappy about being in the Mediwixen’s territory.
Hogwarts’ Halls of Healing had never been a good place for Harry to visit. Too exposed, too injured each time, and Madame Pomfrey had threatened one too many times over the years that she would permanently stick him to the bed if he kept sneaking out before she released him back into the general school population.
The two lines of tense Alpha anxiety pressed into Harry's sides and plastered close to his soul were the only reason he was still here, sitting on an uncomfortable medical cot, waiting for the verdict on his apparent next death sentence. He never would have come at all if it weren't for the lethal set of puppy eyes he got from Draco and the emotional blackmail of, “Darling omega, please . I will do anything, just please let us get a professional opinion,” that Blaise had begged him with.
“I'm pretty sure it's not blackmail if it's used to keep you healthy and safe, Lover,” said alpha murmured absently into Harry's hair, responding to the thoughts bubbling out of Harry’s mind and out through their bonds. The Italian was half curled over Harry as if to shield him bodily from any possible danger.
Harry side-eyed his silly alpha and murmured back, “I'm pretty sure that's not how that works, Alpha.”
“All is fair in love and war, pretty boy,” Draco chimed in and Harry tried to stifle his giggles at his pureblood alpha using such a muggle phrase with that snotty superior tone of voice.
The anxiety eased out of his mates as Harry lost the fight and leaned into Blaise as he giggled breathlessly. The curtain was jerked aside and Uncle Sev glowered at all three of them for a long moment before declaring, “You have pulled off the impossible once again, Heir Potter. Congratulations, it's a puppy.”
The giggles died a swift death and Harry gaped at his Uncle for a long moment. Severus was deadly serious though, expression tense and eyes abyssal with fear.
“That's not possible! My heat was weeks ago. We haven't- we haven't-” Harry stuttered to a stop and Draco stepped in, a hand gently rubbing at Harry's back in soothing circles, “We haven't been intimate since his heat. And he was not in a physical state that would have allowed pregnancy then. Or so we thought…”
“Shouldn't I be puking every morning or something?” Harry asked weakly. He turned to bury his nose in Blaise’s scent gland, taking in greedy lungfuls of alpha-hazelnutcoffee-oceanspray to keep calm. His magic was roiling with agitation, but… not the way it usually did?
From far away, Harry heard Madame Pomfrey start berating them for having unsafe sex during a heat. He ignored the lecture while trying to figure out what was going on with his magic. It was coiled in his core, always on the verge of frothing out to fill whatever room he was in, but the circulation was off…
‘Ah. I've been too busy enjoying life. I was overdue for something like this,’ Harry silently acknowledged.
Because his magic was curled lovingly around two bright sparks nestled in his abdomen. Brand new magic, delicately frozen in time and tucked into a pocket of space so well protected that Harry's body had only just realized that they existed. No wonder it took so long for his scent to change.
Burning red irises and the scent of an older omega, one full of protect-love-puppy- mineminemine , called Harry back to himself enough to feel how carefully regulated his breathing was. He should be hyperventilating. He would be, but his mind and magic were in full accord for once: nothing would ever harm Harry's children. Nothing. He would not let anything touch his babies.
“There you are, puppy. Harrison, I'm going to explain what's going on to Severus and Poppy and then we will figure out how to handle things from there. Okay? I want you to talk to your Alphas and the rest of your pack. We will figure this out, pup. We will keep all three of you safe and healthy, you have my word ,” Tom Riddle swore.
Harry followed the swirl of magic that threatened to turn those words into a vow and easily snuffed it out. The number of magical vows his pack and pack-adjacent tried to make on a regular basis was a constant source of stress for Harry. Now that he was settled into being a Queen and his dexterity had increased from constant practice and contact with other magics, Harry was doing his level best to prevent any more unintentional vows.
With another slow deep inhale and calm exhale, Harry nodded to the Headmaster. He leaned forward just enough to press his forehead into the other Omega’s cheek, nuzzling his nose under the man's chin and chirping a small ‘thank you, omega-guardian’. It was a step away from calling Tom his omega-mother, but Harry wasn't ready for that yet.
Lily Potter had died so that Harry could live. Tom Riddle was the weapon turned against her and though he had done much to try to absolve himself and support Harry recently… a few months did not erase years worth of pain.
A purr burst from the Headmaster’s throat even as the man seemed to freeze in shock. Harry leaned back, dragging Draco closer as he slumped into Blaise's side again. Tom looked lost, clearly not having expected Harry to respond in such a way. Harry left the older omega to sort himself out, turning to Draco instead.
“Mon Coeur, can you send a Patronus to gather the pack in our den? I think Ron said something about going to the Quidditch pitch when we left for the infirmary. Everyone was very stressed so he probably took the others with him to get some fresh air,” Harry requested.
Draco’s molten silver eyes flashed up, probably to meet Blaise's equally confused expression above Harry's head, but he simply nodded and conjured the same formless cloud of silver smoke that Harry saw in the library a lifetime ago. With a sigh, Harry let his eyes close. He tuned out Draco's message to the pack and Tom's tense conversation with the other adults.
Instead, he settled back into his magic and just… absorbed the feeling of those precious flickers of new life.
[===== Unwell =====]
‘How could we have been so fucking careless? Merlin and Morgana, we got him pregnant during his second heat like a couple of stupid knot-heads with no care for such a delicate partner! Neither of us even thought to use a contraception spell. We don't- I don't deserve him-’ Blaise thought, head almost spinning with self-hatred that he was doing everything in his power to keep far away from his bonds.
Draco was murmuring a message to the pack, hopefully creating one that would ease some of their stress but still summon them quickly. Harry was slumped against Blaise's side and Blaise was trying to offer comfort by keeping his scent steady and his hands gentle. They would need to move back to the den to meet with the rest of the pack and break the news.
‘Hermione was right of course. An omega always knows when it comes to pregnancies inside of a pack. And she was right to bind us together. I will give him every drop of magic and vitality I have if it just helps him survive this-’
“Blaise, darling alpha, whatever you are thinking, stop .”
Every thought froze. Hell, the air in his lungs froze. Harry was still cuddled into him, soft and sweet, but those words cut with steel resolve.
“I swear,” his omega, his Queen, sighed with exasperation, “I don't know why all of you insist on making unintentional magically binding vows to me. I don't want slaves. I don't want servants. I don't want to hold power over your magic or mind or body. I love you, Blaise. I am going to need your help, if you are still willing-”
“Amore Mio, I will follow you into the veil of death if I must. All that I am is yours,” Blaise rushed to assure his mate.
He jerked a bit when the sensation of a rolled-up newspaper wacked at his magic. Abruptly, he felt the way it recoiled from the swirling bands it had been trying to form. Ah. That was odd. His magic had taken his words so seriously that it was on the verge of binding them into a vow. But Harry had… felt it? Seen it with his mage sight? And had disrupted the process. Since when could he-
“Cuore Mio, the only thing we need to worry about right now is figuring out how to keep them safe,” Harry whispered.
He shifted, pulling back enough to look Blaise in the eye and grasp one of Blaise's hands to settle it against Harry's soft belly. Blaise instinctively spread his fingers wide so he could cover and protect as much of that vulnerable expanse as he could. Harry's gorgeous two-toned eyes softened and a brilliant smile lit his face. Blaise couldn't resist ducking close to press a kiss to those pretty lips.
A rusty purr was his reward and Blaise rumbled back, swiping his tongue along Harry's bottom lip and then surging deep when he was granted entrance. Sunshine, sugar, home . He could drink from these lips forever.
A jealous growl came from Blaise's favorite dramatic blond and he reached out a hand to drag his alpha mate in until the other man was plastered to their omega’s back. Draco grumbled more complaints but turned his attention to nipping and nuzzling at Harry's neck so Blaise happily ignored him.
The taunt, cutting bindings that Hermione had added to their mate bond started to ease. The strands were… thorny, digging in and aching at the moment but Blaise suspected that the happier and healthier that Harry was, the more forgiving the tethers would be.
Harry's purr trailed off into a happy hum and he leaned back into Draco. Blaise was gifted with his Queen's throat as the omega tilted his head back to rest against Draco's shoulder. A petite hand captured one of Draco's broad, wand-calloused hands and brought it to rest with the one Blaise still had protectively guarding Harry's womb.
“I'm not sure… my magic has done something strange again. But… feel,” Harry breathed.
Blaise shared yet another confused look with Draco only-
Only to feel-
Two tiny shards of flickering sunshine. Liquid gold, shimmering warmth, glittering gorgeous new magic . Tucked safely in Harry's womb, centimeters below their brutish alpha paws.
Gods above, Blaise felt actual tears gather in his eyes.
His instincts and magic snapped to attention. A change in his omega's scent was one thing. This was entirely different. There was no way to mistake or fake the creation of a new life full of magic and potential.
“Harrison,” Blaise choked out.
The tears overflowed and his free hand came up to curl around his Queen's bared throat. The exposed stretch of skin and bone and blood was too much. Too vulnerable, too much a siren call to anyone looking to harm. The alpha was not going to leave his pupped Queen exposed like that. Draco must have had the same realization because his free hand was already cupping Harry's jugular.
The omega went limp, eyes fluttering and softly purring. Blaise and Draco huddled closer, caging him in. Ever so gently, slowly so as not to incur the wrath of Harry's magic, Blaise felt along the edges of where those precious sparks were sleeping.
Harry's magic had formidable barriers already in place. Ones that would let the babies reach out to explore, but would prevent anything physical or magical from harming them. Blaise fed the barriers, weaving his magic in to make them stronger and then letting his own magic add more layers on top. An eternity - or perhaps only seconds - later, Draco's magic cautiously approached to do the same.
Their omega was languid between them, scent shading towards sleepy. His rusty, broken, precious purr - forever imperfect from the number of times his throat had torn from abuse and screaming - softly vibrated through all three of them.
“Draco, Draco, we need to- we have to- how are we going to-” Blaise choked on his words, barely audible as he tried to say-
“Blaise, breathe Darling. We are not alone. Ron has grown exponentially since he settled into being Sentinel. Neville is no slouch either. And even if all four of us failed… you know that nothing would ever get past our omegas. Hermione and Luna would decimate anything that even came close to Harry let alone our pack’s first pups,” Draco whispered fiercely.
Blaise looked up, at some point his eyes had gotten pinned to his hand on Harry's belly, only to get captured by molten silver. Draco also had tear tracks on his face but he looked deadly with flashing fangs and burning conviction in his eyes. Blaise could only smile helplessly back in the face of his usually over dramatic and childish mate being so fucking earnest and strong in the face of them having children.
That thought echoed between them and Draco's face slowly changed to horror, “Oohh fuck. We got him pregnant, Blaise. We got him pregnant before we even brought him home . We mated and pupped our omega and he hasn't even met Mother or Mamà yet. We are so dead.”
Blaise felt the blood drain from his face. His Mamà had even said in her letter that she expected better of him. And Narcissa Malfoy was unlikely to be any more forgiving in this respect. With a tortured groan, Blaise leaned forward to bury his face in Draco's free shoulder.
He made sure to not put any weight on the delicate omega between them as he let his fellow alpha take some of the burden of existence, “it was nice knowing you, Dragon. I'm afraid I'm going to have to sacrifice you to our murderous madri. You understand, right? Let me do it for Harry, Beloved. He needs at least one of us alive and I'm afraid I've decided it must be me.”
“Oh, you decided, did you? I thought this mateship was a democracy. Where was I when this vote was counted? Hmm?”
“Silly Alphas,” Harry slurred, clearly on the brink of sleep but still determined to be their chaotic gremlin, “This mateship is a monarchy and I am your Queen . No one is dying. Now,” a grouchy little pout was clear in Harry's sleep-thick voice, “someone needs to carry me back to the den because I refuse to sleep in this place and I need a nap before we explain things to the pack.”
Blaise pressed his besotted smile into Draco's throat so that he could taste the vibrations of Draco's reply.
“Of course, my Queen. Anything your heart desires shall be yours. Blaise will be happy to carry you back to the den. I will head off the rabble to make sure they don't disturb our nap and then join you in our nest. Unless you want to nest with everyone for this nap?”
“That-” a yawn broke Harry's reply, “that would be good. I think I might need a lot of magic. I think I've been using a lot of magic, and we are all going to be feeling it soon.”
That was a good point. Harry's body was very slowly getting to the right weight for an omega, and Severus was still carefully monitoring his immune system as it wasn't very strong yet. With the pack bonds well cemented and the other omegas currently not pregnant… Harry could and would be drawing from all of their reserves to make up for any deficit.
“Nap time for all of us, Dragon. Warn Neville that he is probably going to need to fight with Ron to take shifts guarding the nest. It's not going to be easy on our instincts, and we are going to need to make sure Ron doesn't work himself into a coma trying to guard all the time,” Blaise decided.
He finally pulled away from Draco and gently brushed the other alpha’s hands away to gather Harry close. It was easy, too easy, making his heart clench, to scoop the omega up and rise to his feet. Blaise cuddled his Queen close and let Draco have a moment to stroke fingers down Harry's nose and press a kiss to the omega's cheek.
The heavy weight of the adult wixen's eyes followed them out of the infirmary. They wouldn't be alone for this next chapter of their journey, but Blaise wouldn't count on anyone outside of the pack to truly help.
Harrison Jameson Potter-Black was a pregnant omega Queen. He was more vulnerable and in more danger than ever before. Blaise would lay down his life before he let anything happen to his mate. To the mother of his children. To one of the loves of his life.
Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.