Alphas

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A puffy cheeked and teary-eyed Harry Potter stumbled in the front door of Privet Drive number four. The silence he expected was not what he got.

“Harry James Potter!! “ Vernon bellowed. “Why are you here?”He didn’t receive a response. Harry just stood in the hall as sobs wretched his young body. Vernon ceased his yelling and took in the sight of the boy in front of him. During the sixteen years he had known him, he had never seen him cry, not even as a baby. Seeing him so broken trigged something in his usually unresponsive heart; compassion.

“Your train leaves in fifteen minutes, if you’re lucky…” Vernon said. Suddenly he found his arms full of the crying mess that he in the past year in secret had become proud to call his nephew.

“Boy, calm down and tell me what’s wrong.” He said and patted Harry’s back.

“Nothing.” he heard being mumbled from somewhere between the folds of his shirt where Harry had buried his face.

“Don’t you ‘nothing’ me kid. I may be a right arse to you…” -A giggle vibrated against his shoulder- “…but I’ve known you longer that any. Now spill it!”

“’mgettingmarriedandimgoingtobeafather.”

“Uh?”

“I’m getting married, and I’m going to be a father.”

“What?” Vernon asked in disbelief, both from the shocking news and the fact that Harry was hugging him.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I’ll write, but I’ve got to bust.” His sudden energetic movements almost made Vernon stumble, almost. “It’s only fifteen minutes until the train leaves…I just had to tell you.” Vernon was having an inner conflict. His seventeen-year-old nephew was getting married, was going to be a father and was about to miss his train.

“Congratulations kid, you catch that train and I’ll tell you aunt an cusin.” He said as he tried to grasp the news.

“Thanks uncle.” Harry quipped and skipped happily up the stairs. Not even twenty seconds later he rushed down the stairs with his favourite jacket in tow- he had left it as an excuse so that he could see tham before he left. Petunia had come out in the hall to see what all the commotion was about.

“Harry! Have you been crying? What happened?” she blabbed as she embraced her nephew in a tight embrace.

“Not now Penny. Uncle will tell you everything and I’ll write, but my train leaves in ten minutes. I’ll come visit, and you’re invited to the ceremony. Merlin, I’m so happy! Fenrir said he would like to meet you. Bye.” And with that he disappeared into thin air. It never occurred to Harry that muggles did not know of males being able to conceive, or that they didn’t know his preference, or lack of just that. However, it was not lost on Vernon, that Harry said ‘he’ and not ‘she’.

“Did he just…is he?”

“No actually I think he is bisexual dad.”

“But men can’t…”

“I their world they can.” Petunia said.

“But the baby?”

Petunia took a beep breath. This was going to be complicated. “In their world it is as common for men to marry men as it is for men to marry women. Their…reproduction is different then ours. They have something called a magical signature. For a baby to be conceived the parents signatures must match to some degree, but with two males, the signatures must match perfectly with wax and polish. In simple words; their soul mate.” Vernon and Dudley’s faces were completely blank.

“We should be happy for them. Most people will never be completely happy, but our Harry has found his other half, the one he was born to.” Dudley sighed and looked up at his father.

“I know what you mean mum. I was there when they met. He just came flying out of thin air, literally. Harry slammed him up against the wall almost before he could land. It took about five seconds before the air was thick with sexual tension. He told us to bugger off, so we did. I came back a bit after ‘cause I was worried, but that was apparently to no avail. I kind of…eh, caught them in the moment of conceiving their baby. As that was embarrassing, when they kissed, just a small no-frenchie kiss, I swear it was so intense I stopped breathing for a full two minutes.”

“I think I need to sit down.” Vernon said faintly.

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Harry slipped between the doors of the train just as they snapped shut. He gave a relieved sigh and set out to find his ‘friends’. He looked a mess. His eyes were still red from happy tears, his hair was a messy mass of inky waves that bellowed down his shoulders and his clothes were in ruins. His jeans had green smudges and the buttons on his shirt was long gone- in short he looked like he had just been shagged, which was partially true, but still.

Finally finding his usual compartment opened the door and froze.

“I know I look a mess but I didn’t think it was that bad.” He joked and hoped their stony faces were not for the reason he thought it was. No such luck. Hermione was the one who spoke up first. It turned out that spending time at the headquarters with him, without being able to talk about it had taken a toll on the Bushy-Bucktooth-Mudblood.

“How could you Harry!? First say you would marry her, just to get her to bed and take her virginity, and then refuse to when she is pregnant with your child!” she nearly yelled. His luck seemed to increase and decrease the moment Draco stepped into the hall to see what all the commotion was about.

“Well, well Potty. If you can get yourself out of this one, I will truly deem you un-killable.” Harry ignored him and turned back to the Gryffindors in the compartment.

“I’m not having this conversation now. I’ve had a bloody rough night and I’m going to say something not I, but you will regret I did. For Ginny’s sake; don’t.”

“Oh, so ‘now’ you’re worried about Ginny. You didn’t seem to worried about protecting her when you fucked her into the mattress and leaving a souvenir behind.” Ron sneered and Ginny went a pale shade of pink. Harry had just about enough and sneered right back at him.

“Right. I’m going now.” Harry said but Crabbe and Goyle who now were both shorter than him blocked his way.

“Do you mind?” he didn’t know why they stayed behind after Draco had slipped away unnoticed, but he was not about to question good things because the moment he stepped out in the hall they were the only things that kept Ron from AK’ing him with his back turned. Tired, filthy and angry he went looking for the one person in the world who had always been by his side; his co-libertine, partner in crime; His older brother.

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A/N, o, so the chapter wasnt that long, but i hope you liked it. ill be out of town for a few days, so im not sure if i'll be able to update, but ill give my best to locate a. internett wire- or airport- something like that. please review