Alphas

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Harry had enjoyed his first three weeks as a married man. Due to Fenrir’s hormones he was in need of contact with his mate quite often. Although the child itself was not big, male pregnancies were a lot shorter than normal one, therefore everything happened much faster as well. All in all, Harry did not mind his mates demand of visits more often, but he knew that if he was there all the time he would feel crowded. As the Werewolf Lord he was the Alpha of all packs, and since Fenrir was his mate, the Greyback Pack had become his pack, and after Silverrage had fallen, they knew not to doubt his leadership, but in his mind Fenrir was the one who knew that pack, therefore the one who called the shots, Harry just stood on the side. It was not his right to butt into his mate’s stature as the leader of the pack in any other way than nature had already done.

Fenrir had also not responded to his last letters and a few even returned unopened. He had started to worry and decided that he would visit him tonight. After all, it had been six days, and that was quite a lot for newlyweds.

His joyous day, however, was about to come to an abrupt end. Dumbledore has sent for him to come to his office and waiting for him was Ginny looking really sad and brave with a hand on her nearly non existent baby bump, Ron, their parents and Hermione. As it turned out, Petunia was right about James’ and Dumbledore’s promise to the Weasley’s. They had promised Arthur and Molly that their daughter would marry James and Lily’s child. They had even written a contract. It lay in a blue file beneath the grey wrinkly hands of the Headmaster.

“Harry, my boy…” He resisted the urge to groan.” …a certain matter of Miss Weasley’s pregnancy had come to my attention, that, of course, you are the father of her child.” He said and mused over his half-moon shaped glasses.

“Well, that is all a mistake Headmaster, it is not my child she is carrying.” Harry replied.

“How dare you!!!” Ron screamed. “You took her virginity with promise of marriage you foul shit!!” Harry took a deep breath and glared at the red read.

“I’ll inform you right now Weasley” he spat. “that your sister was less a virgin than I was when I fucked her up against the dungeon wall, and Hermione here,” he said and pointed at her “probably knows my reputation in London.” His guess was confirmed when Hermione became a deep shade of crimson. “I told her right then that it was a one-off. No marriage, no strings- that’s the way it was. That bastard child is not mine- she was already a week pregnant.”

“Fuck Ginny. Did you really think I was that stupid.” He yelled and slammed his hand into the table in pure frustration “A woman’s scent changes the moment she conceives. Did you really think didn’t notice? That I would fall for it?” Ginny squirmed and put on a brave face. She had to make him marry her. If she carried another man’s child the contract would be nullified and she would be poor forever.

“I know you are the father of my child Harry. I’m quite sure and in addition to that; you forgot to use protection.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“It’s not my kid Ginny. Get it into your head, and I did not forget protection. Due to my activeness…” Hermione blushed an even deeper shade of red “I have a one month contraceptive I cast on myself at the beginning of each moth.” Harry was becoming exceedingly angry and he knew that it would be bad if he lost it, especially when his mate was not here to sooth him.

“How can you be sure of that dear Harry, my boy?” Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone.

“Our encounter was on the 19th.”

“Sometimes those contraceptives do not work when the caster is unfamiliar with them.” Molly snapped knowingly. She herself had experience with that (Bill, Charlie and Percy).

“I’ve been using them since third year, Mrs Weasley, and if the contraceptive failed, why are not any of my other partners that month pregnant, eh?”

“It may not have been her time of moth Harry dearest.”

“So it is actually possible for me to sleep with four different women, and two men repeatedly, for an entire month with out any functioning contraceptive, without any of them getting pregnant. I must be sterile” When Molly heard the amount of partners Harry had ‘that month’ she nearly fainted. Ron’s reaction was, of course, entirely opposite.

“You man whore. Can’t keep it in your trousers can you, you slag.” At this point Hermione decided to make her presence know. She had started to believe Harry and now deeply regretted her behaviour. Ginny was after all not exactly virginal, even if she said she was.

“I believe the correct term is ‘libertine’ Ron.” She said intelligently. This caught all red heads attention.

“Please do elaborate, miss Granger.” Arthur said.

“A libertine is a person who stands apart from the norms of society. A person who enjoys the pleasures life can give without restraint. In short they are the ultimate hedonists. They live for excitement and pleasure, nothing else. The Lucius Malfoy is a know libertine…” Harry snorted. He knew for a fact that his father had been a libertine in his youth, but he had spent the past sixteen years in celibacy, though he didn’t know why.

“Harry is quite famous in London, but not for his deeds of saving the world. If the rumours are true…his conquests are now up to 262, both male and female, some have been steady partners simultaneously. The ones I have spoken to said that a night with him is like…a rebirth. That they had never been the same since. They call him Don Juan reincarnated. ” She said quietly. “The last one I spoke to was Michael Jade in June, after that the trail runs cold. He said that the day he met Harry Potter was the best and worst day of his life.”

“It’s 272 actually.” Harry said. At her confused look he continued.

“You only talked to the muggle bit. You didn’t think that I would use my real name with people who knew who Harry Potter was? It would be in the Prophet in a split second.” He chuckled.

“And Michael…he was truly one of my favourites. Pity that life is over for me now.” he nearly burst out laughing at the triumphant look on Ginny’s face.

“So you’ll marry me.” She said more as a statement more than a question with a smug look on her face.

“No.” Her face fell, but Dumbledore adopted a look of determination.

“Very well. I had hoped that it would not come to this.” He said and pulled forth the blue file. “I have here a marriage contract made by me, Arthur and your father. It states that you are to marry Ginny on her seventeenth birthday in a month.”

“Not going to happen sir.”

“Harry. This contract was made to preserve what is left of the Potter line just encase you should die without an heir.”

“Not going to happen sir. I already have one.” He said and glanced at Ginny’s stomach.

“So you accept you responsibility for Ginny and the child she is carrying.” Again said more as a statement more that a question, and again the answer was the same.

“No.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have read the contract Headmaster, and it does not even say my name…”

“It says the last Potter male.” Molly quipped.

“Which is not me.”

“You have a son, then?”

“No.”

“Then what on earth are you on about?” Arthur snapped.

“James Potter was the last of the Potter males, and the last of the Potter bloodline.” Harry explained patiently.

“But you are James’ son!” Arthur blurted, thinking that Harry was going mad.

“Nope.” He said with a smug grin.

“What are you talking about?” Ron yelled. Harry winched from the sting in his sensitive ears.

“James’ and Lily’s son died at birth. Came out the wrong way and was strangled by it’s own chord. Lily stole me from my mother’s arms before her blood had been washed off me. The contract is worth nothing. They are not my parent’s in any shape or form. They did not legally adopt me; therefore I am not a Potter either by blood or adoption. I am, however, his heir. He stated me, as sole heir in his will. So I am the head of the Potter family and one of my children will have that name, along with the other families I am head of, or will be head of when the time comes. So if Ginny had stll been a virgin when my son would b of age, she would marry him, if he wished.”
Everyone in the Headmaster’s office was currently recovering from severe shock. Dumbledore, because he didn’t know that Harry knew, Hermione, because he had never told her and the red heads because the boy they had taken into their home with many ulterior motives and now they would get nothing for their trouble.

“You said that you would not die without heirs. Ginny is pregnant with your child, but you refuse to marry her. If this child is to be your heir, you must marry her Harry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose desperately trying to kill the oncoming headache.

“Ginny’s baby is not mine, nor will it ever be my heir. To set it all straight once and for all; I will not marry Ginny!”

“But what did you mean then?” Hermione pressed. Harry sighed. He had gotten himself in deep shit with just one lousy comment. He really did not want to make his marriage to Fenrir known to the world just yet. It was too dangerous.

“We are going to make you marry Ginny to save her honour no matter what you think!” Molly growled.

“Divorce is not possible in the Wizarding world, correct?” All heads nodded.

“Then it does not matter what I think Mrs. Weasley.” He sighed in mock defeat. A triumphant smirk spread on the Weasley matriarch’s face.

“I’m afraid it is out of my hands… you see…” Harry said with false hesitance. “I’m already married…”

“What!”

“…and bonded…”

“You’re kidding me!!”

“…and we’re expecting our first child…”

“No!!”

“…my spouse is quite the fiery beauty.” He finished with a dreamy smile on his face, but snapped quickly back to reality when the dusty laughter of the sorting hat rung through the round room.

“Oh, my!” he said and spat out a dust ball from it’s folds. “I said it would all catch up to you one day Albus.” He croaked between howls of laughter.

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A/N; so i hope you all didn;t suffer though the week. what am i saying? you probably didn't even miss me *sniffs*. please do review


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