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The world around him was spinning. It was lopsided and tilted as he stumbled into his flat. A loud laugh then jerked past Harry’s lips. He brought his hands to his cheeks. 

He could feel the heat in them. 

His skin was so warm. It was torrid beneath his palms. 

Harry then snickered as he tried to kick off his shoes. He just knew that he had to be horrendously red. He had never drunk so much before. He could barely remember the bar that he had gone to. 

Shoes.

He had to take off his shoes. 

Harry then laughed again. He couldn’t seem to kick them off. The loafers gleamed at him evilly, a cold, malignant glint in their shine, as he uselessly jostled his foot. He really missed his old sneakers. 

The room then spun dizzily as Harry collided with the entryway table. His arms slid over the wood, accidentally knocking off the framed photos. The photos then fell to the ground with a loud crack.

“Oh,” Harry breathed. He blinked slowly. “Sorry about that.” He couldn’t recognize his own voice. It was breathless and faint. He sounded as plastered as he felt. 

The back of his neck was damp with sweat. He could feel his scent gland pulsing with heat. A loud whine then escaped Harry. He had to get to bed. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on top of his sheets. 

It would feel so good. 

He’d be able to burrow into his bed. He’d get to nudge his nose into his pillows. The fabric would feel cool and soft against his skin. He’d get to… to… 

Harry then stumbled clumsily down the hallway. He slid along the wall as he smiled stupidly. His fingertips were prickling. His insides too. Harry felt like he was made up out of nothing but static. 

It was like when he had touched the screen of Dudley’s television set. He was only ever allowed in Dudley’s bedroom when he was meant to clean it. He had to be quick in there too, or else his cousin would throw a massive tantrum. 

But Harry had always enjoyed touching the television screen. A strange tingling sensation would prickle over his skin whenever he did so. He’d trace his finger along the glass and drag it through a sea of static. 

It had always been kind of cool; a little tiny bit of Muggle magic. 

Harry’s bedroom door then creaked open as he slipped inside. 

He stilled.

Tom Riddle was in his bed. 

He was on top of his sheets and sound asleep as he pressed his nose deeply into one of Harry’s sweaters. He had a peaceful look on his face. His lips were slightly parted as he sighed sleepily. He looked like an innocent teenager.

Harry then approached his bed cautiously. It looked like the Slytherin had fallen asleep accidentally. He was still in his clothes. 

What had he been staying awake for? 

Riddle’s breath then stuttered as he angled his nose closer to the sweater. A short laugh bubbled out of Harry. 

He had no idea why Riddle was in his bed. He had destroyed every one of Voldemort’s horcruxes. It had been years since the Battle of Hogwarts. 

The smile on Harry’s face widened. He crawled onto the mattress to touch the Slytherin. 

No.

There was no way that Riddle was in his bedroom. He was so drunk that he had conjured the worst possible person. It was an illusion. A dream. 

Harry’s hands then fumbled across Riddle’s chest. 

He had probably passed out earlier in the hallway. It was the only explanation that made any sense. 

Tom Riddle wasn’t in his bed. 

Harry was simply sloshed. 

The bedroom was then silent as Harry stared carefully at the Slytherin. He reminded him of the Riddle that had come out of the diary. They looked to be about the same age. 

Harry’s eyes then darted to Riddle’s exposed throat. He could choke him. He could end this dream now. He’d get to wake up and… and he’d…

He' d likely just fall back asleep. He’d wake up and feel exhausted and drunk and then he’d stumble into his bed, where he’d encounter an evil dream Riddle again. 

Harry cursed under his breath. 

It would be nothing but a huge waste of time.

He then glanced down at Riddle’s hands. Harry could remember the Slytherin holding his wand. He had twirled it with ease in the Chamber of Secrets. He had held it as though it was undeniably his. 

It had felt almost right. 

A quiet murmur then escaped Harry as he slid his hand on top of Riddle’s. He groaned loudly in frustration. “Bollocks,” he hissed. Riddle’s hand was still bigger than his own. 

He then slowly tilted his head. The Riddle that he had encountered in the Chamber of Secrets had possessed no discernible scent. The imprint left in the diary had not been powerful enough. 

Voldemort had never had a scent either, despite Dumbledore’s claims that he had once been an Alpha. The Headmaster thought that, through his resurrection, Voldemort had distorted himself and whatever secondary sex characteristics he had left.

The point was that Harry had never smelled him before. 

Excited, he brought Riddle’s wrist to his nose. He breathed in deeply and immediately shuddered as a warm scent poured over him. “Merlin,” he whispered. It was so good. 

He smelled of oranges and some sort of spice that Harry couldn’t name. He could also catch a whiff of dark chocolate. It reminded him of every Christmas he had spent at Hogwarts. 

They were at every table in the Great Hall. It was a treat that he had only ever had there. He’d dig into a chocolate orange as snow fell from the ceiling in a slow cascade. He’d smudge his fingers and lick them clean. 

Harry then sighed as he pressed closer to Riddle’s skin. He smelled so good. Harry kept brushing his nose along the Alpha’s wrist. It was an intoxicating scent. 

It reminded him of his home. 

Then, as Harry’s tongue slid shyly past his lips, tasting at Riddle’s skin, the Alpha jerked awake with a sharp growl. He bared his teeth at Harry before the anger on his face abruptly faded. 

“Oh,” Riddle murmured. A surge of colour rose into his cheeks. The Slytherin’s eyes then ran greedily along Harry’s body. 

“You’re back,” the Alpha whispered. A small smile then pulled at Riddle’s lips, and Harry had found that he’d had enough. 

“Y-You’re in my bed! What are you doing here? You’re not supposed… to be…” Harry’s voice then trailed off as his vision swam dizzily. He could see at least seven Riddles looming before him. “Merlin,” he choked. “There’s no way I can take all of you!”

A cool hand then landed on Harry’s forehead. Riddle stared at Harry in confusion.

“Are you alright?” Riddle whispered. He had a concerned furrow in his brow as he swept one of Harry’s curls off to the side. “I wanted to sleep with you tonight. I tried to stay awake until you came home… but…” Riddle’s eyes then narrowed in anger. “Where were you?” 

The Alpha’s scent had quickly begun to sour. It was acidic and sharp as he glared at Harry. The hand on Harry’s forehead then lowered to his shoulder to grip him painfully. 

A swell of laughter then poured out of Harry. He could see seven Riddles pouting at him. It was an incredulous sight. He had never had such a ridiculous dream before. 

“Oh, Merlin,” Harry hiccuped. “Look at me. ‘Mm fine. Just had a few shoss of firewhiskey. Shots!” Harry then poked the Alpha’s forehead firmly. “Pff, Riddle. Don’t be such a swot.” 

“Don’t call me Riddle!” The words spilled out in a spew of panic. Riddle’s eyes were enraged as he leaned over Harry. The Alpha had begun to tremble. He was shaking as he gritted his teeth. “You’ve never called me Riddle before! I’m Tom. Your Tom!” 

“Er, yeah, I guess,” Harry blinked. He slowly waved his hand. “Tooooom!” he snickered. “Tom! That’s your name!” 

He then laughed again as he stared at his hand. It felt weird to move. Harry’s limbs were sluggish and warm. It was as though he were wading through molasses. He was stuck in it. 

Tom was eerily still. His eyes were fixated blankly on Harry. It was almost concerning. The Slytherin had no reason to care about Harry. He had no reason to be so tense. 

With a deep sigh, Harry threw himself onto his back. He stretched out on top of his sheets lazily. “You’ve got to hel’ me. ‘Mm shoes.” A low noise escaped Harry. They’re still on.”

Tom’s nose then wrinkled in revulsion. “You brought your shoes onto our bed?” he asked sharply. A surge of shame rose in Harry’s stomach. He could feel the heat in his cheeks swelling. 

He shook his head desperately. “No! You’re in my bed! You’re not s’pposed to be here!” 

The look Tom sent him was full of irritation. Harry’s embarrassment then hardened into anger. He was about to kick Tom when the Alpha grabbed his ankle. 

“I’ll take them off for you.” 

Tom’s voice was definitely no longer upset. A small smile had begun to curve at his lips as he removed Harry’s shoes. He stroked the bottom of Harry’s foot playfully before releasing it. 

Harry then planted both his feet on Tom’s chest. He made sure to slide them about in an attempt to annoy the Alpha, but Tom had a strangely content look on his face. 

A certain gleam had begun to shine in his eyes. The note of spiciness, which Harry had caught in his scent before, was more pronounced now. It had Harry’s skin prickling pleasantly. It was soothing. 

Harry then flopped back onto the bed. 

He had to take his pants off. 

He was entirely too warm. 

Concentrating, he tugged at his zipper, eyes squinting as he shimmied out of his trousers as elegantly as he possibly could. He ended up not fully getting out of them. He imagined he had the makings of a flobberworm. Squirming and wriggly. 

Harry then glanced at Tom coyly. “D’you think you could help me out?” A loud snicker then tore out of him. “You’re such a helpful young man. The Slytherin Prefect himself! You’ve probably helped a ton of Omegas out of their clothes.” 

“Of course I haven’t, Harry,” Tom hissed in a blind rush. A blush had begun to burn in his cheeks. He reached out and desperately gripped Harry. “I’ve never thought of any of the students like that! You couldn’t possibly believe… I’d ever…” Tom’s face was stricken with anguish. 

A low growl then sounded in his throat. The Slytherin’s eyes were searing. 

“I’ve told you before, Harry,” Tom whispered. “I’m not going to choose anyone over you. Ever. I’d never leave you to dally with some trollop! I’ve never abandon you to pursue politics! Why are you so insistent on it? Do you value yourself so little?” 

Harry stared at Tom silently. He had no idea what to say. He hadn't expected all of that.

“Er, I hadn’t given it that much thought, I s’pose.” 

The Alpha’s hands then landed on his thighs. 

“Who’s going to take care of you, Harry?” Tom murmured. “You went and got yourself drunk. You made yourself witless. You always put yourself in danger, but I take care of you.” Tom then helped Harry out of his trousers. 

He stared at him purposefully. “You’d be a wreck without me, mother.” 

Harry slowly tilted his head. 

Mother?

He knew for a fact that he hadn’t given birth to Tom. 

He had never expected that his guilt would manifest so… strangely…

Harry had always pitied Voldemort. The death of Merope had stuck with him for years. He was sure that the man would’ve turned out different if she hadn’t died. A mother’s love was a precious magic. It had the power to change anything. 

“Merlin’s beard,” Harry breathed. A drunken laugh then slipped out of him

He always dreamt up the weirdest things. 

He then slowly glanced at Tom. He shuddered as he released a strained breath. He wanted to smell the Alpha again. He wanted to taste Tom’s scent on the back of his throat. 

Harry took one of Tom’s hands and lifted it to his nose. He breathed in his scent deeply. It was so nice. Shivering, Harry nudged his nose along Tom’s wrist. 

Tom wore an expression of pure wonder. He was staring at Harry as though he were something precious. The Slytherin’s pupils were eerily black; an abyss that was steadily encompassing his irises. 

The air then shifted as Tom’s scent changed. The citrus in it sharpened. Harry slid his cheek against the Alpha’s palm. He pushed himself into Tom’s lap with a lopsided smile. 

He’d make himself feel so good with Tom’s body. 

He’d wake up the next morning alone and hungover, but he’d be pleased, knowing that he’d made the absolute best out of his dream. 

Harry then leaned in and kissed Tom’s cheek. The skin was slightly coarse beneath his lips. It was the scratch of freshly shaven skin. A soft moan sounded in Harry’s throat. 

“You’re so handsome, Tom,” he breathed. He pressed a warm kiss to his chin. “I like… that you’re so handsome. You smell so good.” Harry then nudged his nose in close. He breathed in deeply. 

“Mm,” he murmured. “Wanna taste you.” Harry didn’t wait for an answer. He licked Tom’s cheek with a low purr. He then lapped at the skin repeatedly. It tasted like the lightest sheen of salt. It held none of the citrus or chocolatey undertones of Tom’s scent. 

Harry then shuddered. He pressed another kiss to Tom’s cheek. He nipped at the flushed skin and tugged at it gently with his teeth. He could feel the Slytherin trembling beneath him. 

He bit back a pleased smile. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Harry murmured. He then slid his lips to Tom’s forehead. He pressed a wet kiss to it. “You’re doing so well for me, Tom,” he purred. “You’ll get nice and hard for me, won’t you? I need it.” 

Harry then rolled his hips in a slow circle. He hiccuped wetly. Tom’s hands were shaking as they held his hips. It was like he was a shy virgin. It was endearing. Cute. 

Harry then smiled quietly to himself. He kissed Tom’s cheek again before nipping at his neck. Mm. The Alpha’s scent was so heady at his throat. He was spicy and sweet and it was all coalescing in Harry’s lungs. 

Perfection. 

The Slytherin then groaned as Harry licked at his scent gland. Harry peppered the sensitive skin with open-mouthed kisses. He crooned quietly. 

Tom kept angling his throat as though he wanted Harry to bite it. He was tilting his neck in a way that had to be terribly uncomfortable. Harry held back an amused huff. 

He’d never willingly bind himself to Tom. Ever. It was a ridiculous idea. 

Harry then raised his hips to try and hump Tom’s chest. He gripped the Slytherin’s shoulders as he rocked his hips mindlessly forward. It didn’t create the friction that he wanted. 

A loud whine tore out of Harry’s throat. He continued to hump Tom as he buried his face in the Alpha’s hair. Brown curls tickled his nose as he snuffled miserably. 

“Ah, Tom,” he croaked. “It hurts!” Harry then grabbed one of Tom’s hands and brought it to his navel. He leaned back and stared at the Slytherin with damp eyes. “Put it in,” he whined. “Now.” 

Tom stared at him with wide eyes. The Slytherin was flustered and uncertain as he bit at his lip. He was deliciously red. He was staring at Harry’s briefs like he had never seen anything quite so… so…

“Stop it,” Harry whined. He buried his face into his hands. “You’re embarrassing me. It’s not anything special.” 

It then only took another second before Tom was slipping his fingers beneath Harry’s waistband. A thumb slid against his clit and a finger nudged at his entrance.

“Oh, Harry,” Tom breathed. “You are so beautiful. You are the most perfect thing to ever happen to me.” Harry then hiccuped as a thick finger pushed into his cunt. It felt so good. 

Tom then flashed Harry a serious look. “I know you don’t understand that yet. But I intend to prove it to you by loving you here,” Tom tapped Harry’s clit with his thumb, “and here,” he stroked Harry’s cheek, tenderly holding it with his other hand.

A devious gleam then shone in Tom’s eyes. He petted Harry’s stomach before touching his thighs. “Here, and of course here,” he crooned. Tom’s eyes then darted to Harry’s feet. He began to open his mouth. 

“Enough,” Harry croaked. He shifted restlessly in Tom’s lap. “I’d just like to get laid.” He didn’t need to hear that he was beautiful. Harry knew he wasn’t. 

What he didn’t know was why his mind was doing this. It was so uncomfortable. 

Tom then leaned in close and swiped his nose along Harry’s cheek. He was staring at Harry with a besotted expression. A soft purr then rumbled in the Alpha’s chest. 

The citrus in Tom’s scent was cloyingly sweet. 

“Mother,” Tom murmured. “I’d never give you just that.” He then pushed a second finger into Harry’s cunt. Harry’s back rippled. 

“I told you that I’d take care of you.” 

He bit back a loud moan. He was dripping slick all along Tom’s fingers. He could hear the wet sound of his cunt squelching. Tom was stretching him out. 

“Good boy,” Harry sighed. He gripped Tom’s shoulders tightly. “You're being so good. Keep going.” The Alpha then shoved a third finger inside him. Harry purred in appreciation. 

“So good.” 

He rolled on top of Tom’s fingers lazily. He humped the Alpha’s hand while licking the exposed planes of his throat. The Alpha was doing it again. He was tilting his neck as if encouraging Harry to nip it. Harry then pushed Tom down onto the bed. 

He crawled forward and sat on the Slytherin’s chest. He was empty again. 

Smiling, he twirled one of Tom’s curls around his finger. “You don’t need to breathe, right?” he asked reluctantly. He could feel humiliation stirring inside him. A blush rose to his cheeks. 

He had never ridden someone’s face before. 

Tom then reached out and gripped Harry’s thighs. He pulled Harry closer until he was near the Slytherin’s face. Harry’s breath stuttered. He was so handsome. Tom was the most handsome Alpha that he had ever seen. 

The Slytherin must’ve noticed the shift in his gaze, because in the next moment, a tongue lapped at his cunt. He flicked at Harry’s clit while he nudged his face in close. 

Harry brought his hands down onto the headboard. He had never felt so hot before. 

He rocked his hips forward desperately. He hiccuped and spasmed, eyes bright and shiny as he humped Tom’s face madly. The Slytherin was pushing his tongue in as deep as he possibly could. He was greedily drinking every drop of Harry’s juices. 

Harry kept rolling back onto Tom’s tongue. He moaned loudly as the Slytherin kissed his clit. He then dug his fingers into Tom’s disheveled curls. He pulled on the brown strands. 

Harry was about to come.

“A-Ah, T-Tom,” he gasped. He could feel it building in his navel. “W-Wait, hngh,” he shuddered, eyes wide, “Tom!” 

He was clenching in a way that he had never… n-never…

Tom then gripped Harry’s hips so he couldn’t leave. Nails dug into his skin as a tongue swept mercilessly against his clit. The attention was relentless. It was all-consuming. 

“T-Tom, I’m gonna,” Harry babbled, “gonna cum! Sstop… hngh!” He couldn’t control his hips anymore. He was shivering as he jutted them forward. Tom’s tongue was lashing at his clit, teasing it, and Harry’s mind was lost. 

“O-Oh, Tom,” he hiccuped. “Feels so good. A-Ah, please!” 

He was shaking uncontrollably as he came into Tom’s mouth. 

It was transcendent. It was the first time that Harry had ever squirted. 

He arched off the bed with a stuttering cry, legs trembling, eyes dazed and gone. The liquid shot out of his cunt in a warm gush. He pulled on Tom’s curls with a warbled gasp. He clutched at the hair and clawed at it. 

Tom was staring at him with half-lidded eyes, a red, fervent blush burning in his cheeks. Harry could feel a smile twitching against his cunt. 

Oh.

Harry crooned. 

The Alpha smelled so happy. 

The colour in Tom’s cheeks then crept down his neck and into his ears. He pressed his tongue flat against Harry’s clit, licking it gently. Harry then reached down to stroke Tom’s cheek. 

The skin was warm beneath him. It was damp and sparkling with life. 

Tom then smiled at him with a bright, adoring light in his eyes. He nudged his mouth off to the side, pressing a slow kiss to Harry’s skin. Harry shivered. 

“Mother,” Tom whispered. “You tasted so good. My perfect Harry. Mine. All mine.” Tom then slid his nose along Harry’s thigh with a pleased purr. “You were so good.” 

Harry rolled off Tom with a loose smile. He stretched his limbs and grunted in satisfaction. The bedroom was still lopsided and spinning in a dizzying way. Harry blinked slowly. 

“Why?” he yawned. “Why are you s’ill here? Shouldn’ you be vanishin’ or… leavin’ me…” Harry’s voice then trailed off as he flopped onto his back. He was still far too drunk. The ceiling above him was swimming.

A pair of hands then landed on his hips. Harry tilted his head back. 

The Alpha had a sharp smile on his lips. He was now looming above Harry, darkly pleased as his eyes caught on his neck. He was eyeing Harry’s scent gland. 

Harry raised his eyebrow. 

“Wha?” he slurred. 

Tom then leaned in close to him. 

He stretched his neck, angling and twisting it like he had done before, all but asking for it to be bitten. “Harry,” Tom’s voice came out as a breathless whine. “Aren’t you going to mark me?” 

Harry shook his head. 

He had no desire to mark Tom. He couldn’t imagine dealing with him for the rest of his life. 

The Alpha then whined again, snuffling sadly into Harry’s neck. He pressed a warm kiss to it. 

“Mother,” he moaned. Harry felt the sharp curve of a smirk against his skin. Harry’s thighs were then split apart. “You begged me to touch you. You begged your son to help you.” 

Tom’s clothes then vanished in a slow trickle of magic. 

“You were desperate for it.”

A hand gripped Harry’s hip. The head of Tom’s cock nudged at his entrance. It slid along Harry’s slick cunt with a wet glide. A shaky moan then rose deep in his throat. It would be too big. 

“W-Wait, Tom,” he breathed. He reached up to touch the Alpha. “Wanna sleep. ‘Mm tired.” The head of Tom’s cock then pushed inside him. Harry’s eyes widened. 

He was right. 

He was definitely right. 

“Mother,” Tom murmured, his words slurred. He was staring at Harry with a reverent expression. “You’re so perfect… warm and tight…” Tom’s voice then broke into a groan. He threw his head back.

Tom’s cock was so nice and thick in his cunt. 

Harry then arched off the bed with a desperate cry. He shuddered as he felt it twitch inside him. Tom’s cock was inside him. It was in his cunt. It was so warm. It was so… so…

Tom then leaned in and kissed Harry. He came a second later. 

Oh.

Harry stared at Tom in confusion. That was rather fast. 

“You’re so tight,” Tom breathed. His shoulders were shaking. “You’re so soft inside.” He then gripped Harry’s hips possessively. “You’d look so good, swollen… and round…” 

Harry then whined as he felt Tom’s come slip further inside him. He could picture it. 

“You’d look so good dripping with my come.” 

He’d be all shiny… and wet… and…

Harry’s breath then stuttered. 

The Alpha was already hard again. 

Tom then gripped Harry’s hips and pushed inside him. 

Yes.

Harry arched off the bed. He clung to Tom’s shoulders as he babbled an incoherent stream of nonsense. It was so good. His insides were clinging to Tom’s dick. Harry then dug his nails into the Alpha’s skin. 

“A-Ah, Tom,” he gasped. The bedroom ceiling was spinning again. “Feels good. R-Really good! Ple…” Harry’s voice hitched in a hiccup. “N-No… Mhm…” he moaned. “Too big. Feels big.” 

The bed beneath them was creaking with every thrust. It was scraping against the floorboards. Moving frantically. 

“Is that right?” Tom’s pupils were blown wide. “Am I too big for you, mother?” He thrusted his hips forward. “Tell me. I want to hear you…. Harry, your voice…” He drove his cock in deep. 

“Do you want me?” The words slipped out in a sibilant hiss. “Do you want me as your Alpha?” Tom’s face was bare as he gazed at Harry. The tips of his ears were burning with colour. He was gripping Harry possessively as he pressed inside him. 

“N-No, Tom,” Harry hissed. “Mhm… Shouldn’t…” his voice broke off in a gasp. “Please, Tom… It’d be b-bad!” Harry then whined desperately as his thighs trembled. He was so full. Tom’s cock was pounding inside him and battering his cervix. 

Harry’s cunt then clenched in a helpless flutter. He clawed at Tom’s shoulders. Good. So good. 

It was then that the Slytherin stilled. He stared at Harry with a reverent expression. Harry whined loudly. “N-No, please,” he breathed. “W-Why are you…  Mhm… Don’t stop!” 

“Harry,” Tom whispered. “Are you a Parselmouth?” He had an amazed lilt to his voice. “You never told me before… You hid that you could speak it…” 

Harry shook his head weakly. He needed the Slytherin to move. Harry then rolled back onto Tom’s cock clumsily. “Who cares? I’s not important.” 

“Are we related?” Tom asked eagerly. A delirious look had begun to take over his face. He petted Harry’s hips possessively. “We’re related. You’re more than just my mother in name. What are you to me?” 

He was going to kill Tom if he didn’t move in the next minute. 

“Why did you hide that you could speak it? Why would you hide that you’re a Parselmouth? My blood?” 

“Knot me or I’ll find someone else to do it!” Harry hissed angrily. He clenched helplessly around Tom’s cock. He needed it to move. It was driving him insane. It was stretching him and not moving… and he felt… f-felt… 

A broken moan spilled out of his lips. 

“P-Please, I’ll do anything!” he wailed. Harry then stared at Tom teary-eyed. “L-Let me bite you, Tom! Please!” The furious look on the Alpha’s face instantly faded. Stars exploded in his umber eyes. 

He looked like a kid at Christmas. 

Tom then drove his cock inside him frantically. He panted while angling his neck. Harry felt every thrust deep in his bones. He was on fire. He was ablaze and scorching… a-and…

It was the best that he had ever felt. 

“Harry,” Tom’s voice was muffled. He was burying his face into his curls. “You’re so perfect. Beautiful. Mine.” 

The Alpha’s knot had begun to catch on his cunt. Harry spread his thighs clumsily apart. A tidal wave of heat was building inside him. He was going to come apart in a throbbing mess. 

He’d melt on Tom’s knot. He was sure of it. 

Harry could feel his cunt pulsing. It was hot and loose a-and f-fluttering… 

Tom then sank inside him in one brutal push. Time was then lost to him. He was nothing but a twitching wire of pleasure. The metallic taste of blood then exploded behind his lips. He had bit into Tom’s scent gland. 

Muffled moans sounded in his throat. He lapped at the beads of blood that welled on Tom’s skin. His Alpha’s skin. Tom was his Alpha. His Alpha. His mate. 

He’d have so many pups with him. He’d milk Tom’s knot and make him feel so, so good. His perfect Alpha. His Alpha. His Tom. 

The Slytherin was still thrusting inside him. 

Each of Tom’s thrusts were shallow as his knot kept them locked in a tight embrace. Harry could hear his cunt squelching. He was tingling with pleasure and embarrassingly loose. 

Tom then came inside him a moment later. The rush of come made Harry moan and twitch. He’d do his best to get pregnant. Yes. He’d be such a good mother. 

A nose slid tenderly along Harry’s cheek.  “You were perfect.” The nose then slid down to his neck. A warm breath touched him. “Mother,” Tom whispered. “I can bite you now.”

It was true. 

He had given Tom his mark and now the Alpha had the power to mark him back. The Omega was the one that had to initiate the relationship. And Harry had. 

“Can you imagine it?” Tom whispered in a rough voice. He was shaking with excitement. “I’ll be returning to Hogwarts with a clear mark… right there on my neck. Everyone will see it.” 

A delighted smirk curled at the Alpha’s lips. “Everyone could see you with a matching mark too. The staff would abhor you. Headmaster Dippet would fire you.”

A tongue then slowly trailed the length of Harry’s throat. Teeth nipped teasingly at his scent gland. 

“No one would ever talk to you again.” 

Harry’s breath stuttered. Tom’s eyes almost looked… red…

“Do you want that?”

“Nngh, T-Tom,” Harry muttered in a weak voice. He felt as though he was about to be sick. The bedroom was warped and shifting around him. He could imagine, though, what the Alpha wanted to hear from him. 

“Yes,” he breathed. He angled his throat invitingly. 

The Alpha could bite him. He’d let him. 

The Slytherin then cooed at him. “Oh, Harry,” he whispered, brushing aside a strand of his hair. Tom’s were soft with a fond indulgence. “You’re so lucky that you have me. Anyone else would have taken advantage of you.” 

The corners of Tom’s lips twitched into a smirk. “A lesser Alpha would have claimed you by now.” 

“Oh,” Harry murmured. 

A gentle kiss was then pressed to his chin. 

Tom gazed at him, eyes warm, lips parting as he whispered, “I promise that I’ll claim you one day.” A strained breath shuddered past his ear. “You’ll just have to beg me for it.” 

The Alpha then rocked his hips desperately forward. He was hard again. 

“Tha’s not possible,” Harry slurred. He whined as he felt his cunt twitch eagerly. It was swollen and aching with need. No. He couldn’t do it… not for a t-third time…

Tom then kissed his chin again. He met Harry’s eyes happily, a bright smile adorned on his face. “You’re such a wreck, mother,” he sighed. “You need it so badly. You need it again and again.” 

The spiciness in Tom’s scent deepened. 

“You’re lucky that I’m going to take care of you.” 

***

A hoarse groan then escaped Harry’s lips. He felt terrible. He couldn’t think clearly at all. 

He had a pounding headache as he rolled weakly in his bed. It battered at his skull and left him reeling. 

The sheets around him were crumpled and soaked with sweat too. Every muscle in his body ached. He could feel it whenever he moved. He was so tired and sore. 

“No,” Harry whispered, a pained lilt to his voice. “I shouldn’t have drank so much.” 

A heady scent then tickled at his nose. He had a shirt bunched up in his hands and pressed to his cheek. It looked like he had been nuzzling the shirt and drooling on it. It smelled like his son. 

A pleased purr then rumbled in Harry’s chest.

 He had gone back in time to raise Tom Riddle. He had taken him from Wool’s Orphanage and given him a proper childhood. It had taken quite a few years… But Harry now loved him. He loved Tom so much. 

He was sure that the Alpha would turn out alright. 

Harry then buried his face into Tom’s shirt. He inhaled deeply. Tom had such a soothing scent. It was so warm and sweet. 

A quiet smile pulled at his lips. The Alpha had probably given him his shirt in an attempt to soothe him. He had helped a drunk Harry into his bed. He had such a caring son. 

He never would’ve described Tom Riddle as caring before, but his son had proven him wrong. He still struggled when it came to people who weren’t his mother; yet Harry knew that the Slytherin was on the right path. 

Harry then shifted in his bed, and a small twinge of pain shot through his cunt. 

He hissed sharply. He was really sore and flushed. 

The ache in his cunt was almost pleasurable. It was throbbing in a way that sent dull pulses radiating through him. He shivered. 

He hadn’t been with an Alpha in years. He must’ve decided to masturbate last night. 

Harry then groaned in embarrassment. He really hoped that he hadn’t been too loud. The last thing anyone ever wanted to hear was their parent masturbating. It was nauseating. 

He was sure that it would’ve disgusted Tom to no end. 

Slowly, and with a sleepy yawn, Harry sat up in his bed. He stretched his aching limbs and glanced at his body. He was slick with sweat and dotted with small bruises. He then touched one of the bruises lightly. 

Mhm.

It was a pleasant ache. 

Harry then lifted the sheets to stare at his cunt. It was flushed and drooling with come. He blinked in surprise. He sure did come a lot last night. 

Tentatively, he reached down to touch his clit, poking it, before scooping the slick ropes of come back into his cunt. A warm pulse of pleasure then rolled through him. It felt good to keep it all inside him. 

He liked it.

He could also see… a few bite marks… littered on his body. He had one on the inside of his thigh. He had one on his ankle. His hip. 

Harry tilted his head. He didn’t know how he’d managed to do that to himself. 

Unless he hadn’t done it. 

A wave of dread then engulfed Harry. 

No.

He couldn’t see anything. He was at the bottom of the ocean. It was a cold that sank deep into his bones. It froze him. Paralyzed him. It was an endless black. The abyss. 

He couldn’t see his bedroom anymore, but he could picture last night. 

Harry had brought a stranger into their home. 

He could imagine himself drunken and out of it as he introduced Tom to some random Alpha. Tom would’ve been trembling with rage. He would’ve been eerily cold as he watched Harry stagger. 

The Alpha would’ve wrapped his arms around Harry, fondling Harry’s hips, touching them, and Tom, his Tom, would’ve lunged at the man. He would’ve spat at him and cursed him. 

He could picture Tom leaving him too. He’d storm off to his bedroom and leave Harry alone to make that mistake. 

No.

He couldn’t have done that to Tom. 

He couldn’t have. 

Why had he even been drinking? 

Harry clutched at his head with a miserable groan. He had gone home for the Easter holidays with Tom. They had left Hogwarts and… and he had remembered Ron’s death. 

He had lost most of his friends after the Battle of Hogwarts. Accidents occurred. Fugitives continued to attack brutally in secret. Death Eaters rallied from the shadows. 

It had taken some time, but Harry had eventually lost everything. 

He’d had no choice but to go to the past. He had to stop Voldemort and his Death Eaters before they ever even existed. He thought he had done it. Tom was his son. His son who struggled to be good, but who still tried; Harry knew he did! He was certain of it!

But Harry had brought some random Alpha into their home. 

He knew Tom wouldn’t forgive him for that. 

A low noise rattled in Harry’s throat. He buried himself miserably in Tom’s shirt. 

He was doomed. 

A knock then sounded at the door. Against his better judgment, Harry perked up at the sound. He wanted it to be Tom. 

“Er, come in!” he shouted. He grabbed the sheets and frantically covered himself with them. He then tried to flatten his disheveled curls. He didn’t want to look freshly fucked. 

The door then opened and Tom leaned against the doorway. 

Harry paused.

The Slytherin was shirtless and covered in bite marks. The most damning one of all was resting right on his throat. 

No.

Tom had long, thin scratches down his chest and across his shoulders. Harry was willing to bet that his son’s back was clawed up too. The Alpha’s lips were swollen and red like he had been kissing someone for hours. Someone. 

It wasn’t possible. 

Tom was marked with bruises and hickeys. Harry’s fifteen-year-old son. 

The Slytherin then pushed off the doorway and approached him. He handed him a cup of coffee, one that he’d already had in his hand. He leaned in slowly and kissed Harry’s forehead. 

It was the kind of kiss that Tom always gave him. 

He had to be wrong.

“Tom?” Harry couldn’t recognize his own voice. “What happened last night?”

A remorseful grimace instantly overtook Tom’s face. He reached down and covered Harry’s hands tenderly with his own. A gentle thumb then swept over his skin. 

“Oh, Harry,” Tom murmured. He had a pained furrow to his brow. He was biting his lip and gazing at him… so sadly…

The Slytherin then glanced at the sheets. Ashamed. 

“We have so much to talk about.”