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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.

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[===== Mind =====]

The hypervigilant twitching was setting in again. Every breath his pack took vibrated through his senses and Ron focused on the varying rhythms to maintain his calm. Harry was quiet and slow in a deep sleep. Neville was lightly snoring. Luna’s stuttered as she murmured her dreams and prophecies. Blaise was only pretending to sleep, so his was carefully measured and artificially steady. Draco was restless, grumbling expletives between snorts and snuffles. Hermione was curled next to Ron’s hip and her habitual, self-soothing purr and gentle puffs of breath through slack lips were a soothing balm to his overwrought mind.

His instincts were ratcheting tighter with every passing moment and Ron was certain that his Queen-brother was only sleeping through the turmoil in their bond because his body was exhausted by whatever affliction had changed his scent. Yes, Hermione had declared their Queen pregnant - and Ron had to concede that omegas were rarely wrong and he usually would never bet against his brilliant mate - but with Harry’s health… it was much more likely that the omega was sick or injured or dying or-

Ron purposefully inhaled, slow and deep, and focused his hearing on his mate’s purr. He dragged his eyes away from where Harry was curled between his Slytherin alphas and looked down to where Hermione’s curls were tangled next to her face and a little line of drool was seeping from soft pink lips and her breasts slowly rose and fell. She was calm and deeply asleep and Ron was certain that would not be the case if Harry was dying. 

He just needed to remember that.

A noise out in the hallway caused him to jerk to attention, carefully not disturbing his resting pack but allowing his magic to swirl out to taste the possible threat. Just Severus, pacing past once again. If that man didn’t settle down and go away, Ron was going to-

A snuffle followed by a mumbled equation, one he recognized from one of Hermione’s recent spell creation projects, pulled him back into the nest room and away from plans to murder an overprotective, unwelcome alpha. He resettled his weight, letting his back rest against the headboard as he loosened and flexed his fingers where they had grown stiff around his wand. 

His pack was safe. He would do anything to maintain that state for as long as possible.

[===== Life =====]

It was a familiar dream. A pretty woman with red hair, sprawled limp on the floor after blinding flashes of green stole her vitality. A baby in a crib, crying and sobbing and begging for Mama to get up, to please get up, please don’t die, don’t leave- 

Only, this time Harry was watching from above and there were two babies, one with tight curls and beautifully dark skin the other with blond waves and silver eyes. A girl and a boy who only had eyes for Harry as they wailed and pleaded. Screaming as they reached for him, but he couldn’t move! He couldn’t get to them, he had to protect them, they were everything, please!

He came awake all at once, silent and still even as his own screams echoed in his mind. He would need to talk to Andy soon. Nightmares were typical but he wasn’t sure he would survive if his babies started to replace himself in every one of them. If he had to watch, helpless, as Vernon Dursley- 

No. Nope. Andy would have a solution. She was an excellent therapist.

Ron shifted against the side of the bed closest to the door to their nesting room. The movement pulled Harry’s attention to his brother, both to their bond and to his person. Maybe a nap was a bad idea… Ron was-

“How did you sleep, Lover?” Blaise murmured.

Harry tilted his head to look up at the alpha curled against him on one side and smiled, “It was fine, Alpha. But I think we need to have that talk soon before Ron’s magic catches him on fire. That happened once you know. Draco said something mean to Hermione and Ron tried to make him puke slugs but his wand backfired. When we dragged him away, his hair caught on fire because he was so angry. I think that’s the real reason all the Weasleys are redheads. I’ve seen Ginny do the same thing and I swear Charley did too when some of the dragon eggs got crushed in fourth year.”

Blaise shot a glance at the Sentinel, clearly seeing how on edge the man was, “I’m pretty sure there is fire demon blood in the Prewitt family. Or at least, those are the rumors. The Weasley matriarch is a Prewitt if I remember correctly. Also, I did notice that lie, Darling omega. Don’t try to distract me with interesting family lore about our pack members.”

“Drat,” Harry pouted, “I… had a nightmare. About the babies and… and Lily. That one I usually have about Halloween? But it was them instead of me. I- Blaise, what if I…”

Strong arms pulled him close to a well-muscled, slender frame. Draco grumbled and dragged his teeth along Harry’s jaw before slurring, “No stress. We’re together and with pack and strong. So no stress until after the babies are here.”

“You heard the man, Vita Mia. No stress. We can ask Andromeda if she has a sooner time that she can see you. And ask Severus if you can take any potions that would help. We need to talk to him about your classes- or maybe the Headmaster. There are some classes that you certainly cannot be present for practical portions for. But, before we get too far into logistics… we should probably have that talk with the pack. Hermione will be a huge help with this, Lovely Omega. And I think you were right about Ron, he seems to be smoking a bit from the top of his head-”

Harry lunged upright, throwing himself halfway across his other pack members before he realized that Blaise had been exaggerating. Ron was certainly agitated but his hair was just extra bright, not actually in flames yet. Shifting and cursing underneath him caused him to giggle as he realized that he was sprawled out on top of Draco, Luna, and Neville. 

Luna was always in the center of the nest. 

Always . 

Her protection was Harry’s duty and privilege. He would not let his sister-Seer wander the halls at night possessed by visions. He had found her too many times over the years, barefoot and in a thin shift, shivering and mumbling. Hazy and distant. He was terrified she would tumble down a moving staircase or wander into the Forbidden Forest and never come back. 

So Luna got the center and Neville was tucked beside her. Draco and Blaise would curl around Harry farthest away from the door and Hermione and Ron would twine together on the opposite side of the bed. 

Harry’s nest was neat and orderly and they had a system . But his pack was also soft and sleepy right now so he gleefully spread out on top of them and went limp. 

Louder grumbles and groans came from his victims. Small, wand-calloused hands came up and hovered over Harry’s abdomen in a silent request. Without hesitation, he pressed them to his stomach and corralled his magic to let Luna feather the softest probe over his babies. 

“Oh Harrison,” She breathed with wonder, “They are so beautiful!”

Luna’s excited squeal finally got everyone moving. Harry reluctantly shifted off his pack mates and crawled off the bed. Blaise and Draco were bracketing him instantly, seeming to have almost Apparated to his sides at the threat of him leaving the nest without them. 

Ron was also up and out, wand held at the ready and Harry tracked him as the Sentinel started to run scans over their den common room and bring their wards up even higher.

Apparently, the direct access from the hallway was too much for Ron’s instincts. This was going to be a problem for the rest of the school year, wasn’t it? Harry was going to have to brainstorm some kind of solution - other than Stupefying or potioning his brother - because otherwise Hermione was going to get creative to make her mate relax. 

And no one wanted that. Not after last time.

Harry shuddered and pushed that lovely thought away. He was scarred for life by knowing any details of his siblings’ sex lives. He didn’t need to torture himself by thinking about it. 

With a tug on a discrete bond that was fairly new, Dobby popped into being in front of Harry. The elf’s already bulbose eyes were wider than should be physically possible and his bat-ears flapped wildly. 

Harry smiled at him gently and asked, “Hey Dobby, can you bring us some refreshments, please? Bring something for yourself as well. We need to have an important discussion as a pack.”

Dobby nodded rapidly and disappeared with another quiet crack. The afterimage of his searingly bright pink sweater and tiny blue slacks lingered for a second before it was replaced by Dobby reappearing with a tray of snacks and drinks from the kitchen. The elf strode out into the den common room and snapped his fingers to rearrange the couches and chairs. 

Harry clutched at his alphas, capturing a hand from each, and towed them into the room. He could feel their reluctance to have this talk, but also their determination to share their joy with the pack. His own emotions - elation, terror, and confusion - added spice to the turmoil swirling in their mate bonds.

“Okay,” Hermione said with a soft clap once everyone was settled, “Tell me everything. I need all the details before we can start to plan on how to handle this.”

Harry smiled at his fellow omega, “Right. Um,” He glanced at his mates, but Draco’s expression was frozen in a grimace and Blaise was distant again, “So… I’m pregnant.”

He stopped there, waiting for a reaction from the rest of the pack. There was only silence. Most of his packmates were prey-still, but Luna was drifting. Her eyes flat and mind caught by a thousand possibilities. It was odd that only now she was seeing how the babies would affect their futures.

“I- Uh. It wasn’t planned of course,” Harry rambled, “It happened during my last heat. And it's not going to be a problem during the school year. My magic is being weird again. But. Yeah. Surprise? It's puppies?”

“Puppies?” Ron rumbled, looking stunned, “As in… as in more than one?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied, “There’s two of them. But they aren’t twins.”

“If there are two, then they are twins, Harry,” Hermione said faintly, unable to stop teaching even as she was visibly struggling to process the situation.

“I don’t think so,” He said, “They aren’t like Fred and George. They aren’t the same. I can taste how different their magic is and I’ve already been dreaming-”

“It's- They’re still twins, Luv,” Ron said. He flushed red when everyone looked at him in surprise, “I did some research one time. The twins - Fred and George - used to get a lot of shit from assholes about ‘being the same person’ and how it wouldn’t matter if one of them died because no one would even notice. So I did some research about magical twins and I found some things about muggle twins and - anyway. Uh. Yeah, even if they don’t look the same, they’re still twins. It's called… farternal or something…”

“ Fra ternal. But yes, they are still twins,” Hermione corrected. 

She was beaming at her mate and Harry almost wanted to look away so he wouldn’t see if they kissed or something. His brother and sister were pure as driven snow and had never even heard the word ‘sex’. Yep. Lalala, his brain could jump off a cliff because he wasn’t accepting any evidence to the contrary at the moment.

“Okay. Well. There are two of them. And my magic has frozen time around them. So they won’t grow for now. I think it's waiting for something… wixen usually have another power boost at seventeen, right?”

“Yeah, that’s why seventeen is the age of majority,” Neville confirmed. 

His blue eyes were steady as they met Harry’s and Harry smiled at the beta. His cheeks were starting to ache and honestly, it was only going to get worse. He was smiling so much . He was having babies! He was going to smile so much more .

“So… your magic is holding them in stasis until you are stronger. We need to talk to Severus and Madame Pomfrey. We will need to use this time to get you as healthy as possible, Harrison. Maybe you should go stay with the Weasleys until your birthday. I’m sure Molly would dote on you endlessly and it would be safer than staying in the castle-”

“Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?” Harry demanded, only half joking.

“What?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Miss ‘you could be killed, or worse, expelled’? You are advocating for me to leave school without taking the end-of-year exams?” Harry said pointedly. Hermione’s cheeks gained a pretty pink blush, but she glared at him with determination.

“Your health and safety are more important than grades ever were or will be,” She stated.

Harry wilted some and said apologetically, “I know, Luv. I don’t want to be a burden to Mrs. Weasley though. And it would probably be safer to be close to Uncle Sev and Madame Pomfrey. With my luck…” He trailed off with a wince.

Neville suddenly stood and perched on the armrest next to Ron. The beta curled an arm around the red-head’s shoulders and nuzzled into fiery hair with low beta-guttural chirps of ‘safe, here, pack’. 

Ron was trembling, probably caught in memories of a three-headed dog, a mirror of despair, and a manslaughter never acknowledged. Their bond mimicked the shuddering as it echoed giant acromantulas, the shadow of a psychopath, and a snake so large its fang almost dislocated Harry’s elbow as it sliced to the bone through all their minds. 

Harry could almost see the flashes of a transforming werewolf and a hundred dementors, a goblet spitting one too many slips of paper and a graveyard of ghosts with one extra corpse. He breathed through the quill with blood for ink and surged to his feet as that spinning mind spun to the logical conclusion of a grotesquely overweight muggle with a cruel gleam in his eye.

“ Sleep ,” Harry demanded. 

He didn’t use his wand, he didn’t even raise his hand, but his magic leapt forward and caught Ron right where the chink with Harry written deep was located in his mental shields. Neville easily caught the man and eased him back against the couch they were perched on.

“Fuck,” Draco breathed. The single crude curse word caught them all off guard and Harry turned to his blond mate. 

“That was… what the fuck was that?” Draco demanded.

“Well… you know all those times you were convinced we were up to something or getting away with breaking the rules?” Harry started, trying to sound innocent and reassuring, “That was only about half of the times I got us into some kind of trouble. Ron was just… half stealing my memories and half reliving his own. So I turned off his brain for a bit. I don’t think he slept at all while the rest of us were napping. Hermione, luv-”

“I’ve got him, my Queen,” Hermione said. She was already carding fingers through Ron’s hair, probably making sure it wasn’t sparking or about to ignite.

Harry smiled at the familiar sight and shuffled back to collapse onto the couch again. His alphas curled into him, clutching him tight and growling quietly at threats that no longer existed. Harry patted at them both and closed his eyes. 

He could almost go for another nap. Anything to avoid having to relive so many near-death moments. He had his pack now. Ron and Hermione finally had backup. Everything would be fine.

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[===== Body =====]

“Master Harry Potter, Sir! You need to sit down!” Dobby’s high-pitched voice squeaked from Harry’s elbow. Harry tried to wave the elf off; he was on his way to Transfiguration, and he did not want to be late. The subtle darkening at the edges of his vision was a familiar friend and would go away once he got to class and sat at his desk. He just needed to-

A sharp click silenced the bustling hallway. Harry Potter was floating, face pale and sweaty, eyelashes fluttering against high cheekbones, and a tiny, fierce elf standing just below him. Dobby the house elf was a familiar sight around the Potter Pack. He lurked and glared and guarded them jealously from other elves and the gossip-hungry student body alike.

This was the first time he had ever used magic on the Queen as far as the onlookers knew. They shifted uncomfortably, murmuring with discontent and ‘should we step in? Is he allowed to do that? What’s going on?’.

Calm as a raging hurricane, Dobby guided Harry Potter down the hallway and towards the medical wing. The omega was completely limp and the vision of him hovering through the hallways was akin to a ghost roaming the castle. Elf and boy were long gone before anyone dared to move, dared to breathe . The gossip mill churned to full power.

[===== Unwell =====]

Tom’s magic threw open the door standing between him and his pup. He swept into the infirmary, in a full panic and only half hiding it. But his horcrux, his Harry, had collapsed on the way to class. Tom had been electrocuted by the rush of terror and confusion down the tether between their souls right before it went entirely slack. For an endless moment, he had feared that Harry had been attacked or killed.

Red eyes frantically scanned the beds and landed on the only one with curtains pulled shut around it. He completely ignored Poppy, who was bustling about nearby, and strode down the length of the hall to get to his pup. Tom froze, hand raised to pull back the curtain as sudden uncertainty curdled in his gut. 

Would he even be welcome here? The last thing he wanted was to add more stress to the young Queen who was carrying his first pups. And given their history… Harry Potter owed him nothing. Tom owed the omega more life debts than he could pay with all the lives of his followers.

“Tom?” a voice, dark and deep, rumbled from where the door still hung open.

Tom shuddered before withdrawing his hand and turning to face the alpha coming to loom in his space like he owned it. Severus was outwardly calm but small cracks showed his stress. The clench of his hands in fists almost hidden by long sleeves. The tension that made his usual glide too stiff. 

The flare of his nostrils as he came to a stop in front of Tom and asked, “What happened? Dobby only said that Harry passed out in a hallway and was brought here.”

“I don’t know, Al- Ah. Severus. I just got here myself. Perhaps we should speak with Poppy together?” Tom offered, shoving down any embarrassment at his almost slip before it could show on his face. 

Severus Snape was another person who owed him nothing and Tom owed him his sanity at the very least. A lifetime of loyalty was a meager offering in return - especially seeing as Severus still acted like he was in service to Tom - but Tom wasn’t sure how else to keep the Alpha close while still giving him his freedom of choice back.

Poppy, saint that she was, took that as her cue to invite them into her office. It was… not an easy conversation.

“So the temporal magic is eating his reserves too fast?” Severus growled, agitated with Harry being in danger yet again.

“Essentially. And we can’t do anything to disturb it either. We need the time it is buying us to make sure he is physically capable of holding this pregnancy. I don’t think I need to remind either of you, but a Queen that young being pupped and then losing them? His magic would ravage… everything. The last Queen omega who lost a pregnancy was only half as powerful as Harry, and the eruption of Mount Vesuvius still killed thousands of people as a result,” Poppy said, deadly serious.

Tom grimaced because Poppy wasn’t wrong about the history but… Harrison was the Queen of a pack of seven. His base power was already vast but adding in a Seer and the unusually large cores of his packmates… England would never be the same if Harry lost this pregnancy and his magic reacted. Forget a volcano, they would be lucky if a meteor wasn’t called down from the heavens to wipe the slate clean. 

Especially since Harry wanted those pups. Abortion had never even crossed the boy’s mind as a possibility. None of them had brought it up with him either, once it was clear that he was happy and excited. They didn’t want to incur his wrath for even suggesting that his pups were unwanted.

“Okay. How do we ease some of the burden off his magic, then? It's focused on healing him and keeping the pregnancy frozen. What else is it being used for? I thought he wasn’t going to any of the practicals for his classes?” Tom asked as calmly as possible.

“He better not be going to any of the practicals,” Severus growled, “the wards on the potions classroom finally registered his pregnancy. I cannot believe that he was brewing for two months before the wards started to repel him properly.”

A tremor of fear vibrated between them and Severus’ dark eyes caught on Tom’s burning ruby for a long moment. Their pup had come so close to unknowingly killing his two puppies. There were so many potions with fumes toxic to an unborn fetus. So many that when taken could disfigure a baby to the point of miscarriage. Or stillbirth. 

Severus had stopped Harry from taking his mood stabilizing potions the moment they found out about the babies as those potions were among the number of dangerous to the health of mother and unborn child. Thankfully, the pack was doing a wonderful job of helping to keep Harry stable emotionally. The pregnancy was actually helping with that as well. The young omega practically glowed with joy whenever he talked about his babies.

“Gentlemen, please remain calm. Harry is fine, he just needs to rest for a few hours. He hasn’t been going to the practicals or wasting his magic on frivolous things. But walking the castle halls all day is no small task even for our students who are in good health. Harry has classes down in the dungeons and up in the astronomy tower. Some days he has to traverse all seven floors and still climb a tower. Not to mention any trips out to the greenhouses or the Forbidden Forest. My professional opinion is that he is using up too much physical energy and his magic has been supplementing that for so long that it does so automatically,” Poppy said, stern but soothing.

A small silence fell as all three adults tried to puzzle out a solution. There would be an uproar about ‘favoritism’ if Harry stayed at the school but didn’t attend any classes. As if the wixen world didn’t collectively owe the child at least three life debts. But political grandstanding would get annoying, so… 

Oh. That might work. And maybe Tom could start to repay some of his debt at the same time.

“What if I tutored him instead? We could use a room near their pack den so that he can work in a separate space but be close to comfort. I can have his assignments collected from his professors and then delivered after he completes them. I am perfectly able to answer any questions he might have and provide the lectures for him,” Tom offered, uncharacteristically hesitant. 

His heart beat faster, bounding like a rabbit in his chest as his alpha's eyes gleamed with gratitude, and Poppy hummed in consideration.

“That could work. Do you have time for that on top of your other duties?” The mediwixen asked.

Tom grimaced because the school’s wards were a mess that he was slowly rehabbing but, “I will make it work. I’m sure the pack will help Harrison as well, and we can talk to the other professors to get ideas as needed.”

“Okay. So… Who is going to go out there and tell Harry Potter that he needs to slow down and rest instead of running headfirst into danger and classwork?” Poppy asked, eyes gleaming with good humor and the memory of past chaos.

[===== Mind =====]

Rusty and broken, his purr stung his throat as Harry curled into Tom Riddle's side. A month ago, Harry would have cursed anyone who said he would end up here. Unless it was Luna, then he would have actually believed it.

Here he was, cuddled up with the same man who murdered his parents and made his life a living hell while at school for five years. The same man who had designed a study room with plush armchairs and space for the entire pack and a cosy nest that was also a reading nook. The same man who had spent weeks now patiently teaching Harry about the wixen world. Helping him with his reading and writing. Going far above and beyond what would have been the minimum necessary to help him with his classes. 

Hell, Tom had even found Muggle school books so that Harry could catch up on the things he didn’t know in that world as well.

Magic, dense and deep and dark, swirled into Harry’s lungs with each inhale. His own magic was sipping at it, absorbing small bits at a time in a way that was comforting as much as it was revitalizing. The soul bond they shared, with the horcrux still lodged like an annoying splinter behind his scar, made it easy for Tom to share power with Harry. Easy but not required. Harry honestly wasn’t sure the man even realized he was doing it. 

Another thoughtlessly kind gesture that made Harry’s head spin with the difference in the older omega’s entire personality now that he was sane again. Pulling his thoughts back to the Muggle science textbook in his lap, Harry wondered if he was allowed to ask this question.

A long-fingered hand carded through his hair, and Harry leaned in to the gentle affection. The purr vibrating his chest hitched for a second before smoothing out as much as it ever did. After a long moment, he decided to throw caution to the wind.

“Do wixen not have genetics like Muggles do?”

The hand in his hair paused, and Harry flinched, prepared for those gentle fingers to turn cruel. Instead, they pet softly through his hair once more before withdrawing.

“Hmm,” the older omega hummed thoughtfully, “I’m not sure anyone has ever checked. But our patterns of inheritance for certain traits seem to hold at least similarities to Muggle genetics. Why, pup? What's spinning in that devious little mind?”

“Well… this chapter I'm reading talks about why inbreeding is really bad and why a wide pool of genetic diversity is necessary for a species to survive. Did you know that inbreeding can affect the mind as well as the body of the offspring? I just… there are a lot of rumors, but I've seen part of the Black family tree so I know it's true for them at least. Why would purebloods hate Muggleborns so much when Muggleborns are the only way we will survive as a species? If- if we have genetics, I guess. I'm probably wrong- I'm sure someone else has-” Harry was mostly mumbling by the end of his rambling question. 

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment because Tom was staring at him with wide eyes. He was so stupid, this must have been something wixen figured out a long time ago. Bellatrix was just… just normal crazy instead of inbred genetics crazy. Which was a shame because maybe a blood adoption would have helped fix inbred genetics crazy…

“Oh, you brilliant, wonderful Queen,” came a reverent voice, and Harry looked back up in surprise.

“I need to reach out to some people. We need to run some tests. If you're right, and at this point I'm certain you are, then we finally have all the leverage we need! Harrison, this could change everything!” Tom was clearly excited and wrapped strong arms around Harry in a hug that swamped him with excited-omega-amber-snakeskin. 

Tom nuzzled at him and chirped ‘puppy, smart puppy, my puppy' over and over until Harry was grinning and chirping ‘omega-guardian, here, here, here' back. A jarring ‘yours’ slipped out and everything froze. Because Tom had claimed Harry as his pup many times at this point, but Harry had never acknowledged it like this before. 

Giddy joy burst through their soul connection. Harry felt almost deliriously happy as the older omega pinned him back into the nest they had been sharing while doing work and rubbed their cheeks together fiercely. They were both purring and chirping little calls of ‘mine? Puppy mine?’ and responses of ‘yours, yours, yours'.

When they calmed, Tom was sprawled over top of Harry, carefully not crushing the Queen but also not letting him move. It was comforting to have the older omega pressed close with that dark magic coiled to strike anything that might threaten them. Harry felt something relax for the first time. 

Something deep inside that had felt the need to always be vigilant, even when surrounded by his pack. He was Queen. He was both their first and their last line of defense. He couldn't be weak because it would get them all killed. But here, with the man who once hunted him to kill him, Harry didn't need to be strong or powerful or attentive because Tom could shoulder the responsibility. After all, it was not up to a pup to protect their mother.

[===== Plot =====]

Severus leaned his forehead against the door. There was no way he could enter Harry's study room right now. Tom’s magic was poised to obliterate anyone who dared cross the threshold. Not that Severus could blame the man. Severus had arrived just in time to hear omega calls for family being passed back and forth. It always astounded him how much forgiveness lived in his nephew's heart. Tom deserved some time with his newly claimed pup. 

Severus would leave. Just as soon as he got control of the very emotional reaction he had to the thought of his omega claiming his pup as family. Tears burned in his eyes and he pressed closer to the door as he squeezed them shut. 

There was no need to cry. 

The two most important people in his life were building a relationship full of mutual trust and affection. They might even learn to love each other and give Severus the perfect excuse to start persuading his stubborn omega that Severus wanted the man. Hot tears of relief dripped down his face and Severus kept the keens that wanted to escape trapped firmly in his throat. 

Gods, it was so good to know that his family was here and alive and together. In a moment, Severus would move away from the only barrier guarding his omega-mate and his omega-pup from a school of dunderheads that insisted on spinning tales. 

On second thought… 

Maybe he would stand guard for a bit. Make sure his omegas were not disturbed while they cemented their bond. The last thing they needed was another nasty rumor about why Harry was spending so much time alone with the new Headmaster.

Exams would be starting soon. And Harry was doing so much better physically. Hopefully, Severus would be able to convince his nephew to do self-study and take his NEWTS in a few years instead of trying to come back to Hogwarts for a final year. It shouldn't be hard as long as the rest of the boy’s pack do the same. They needed to establish territory and prepare for the babies to arrive. There was so much to do!

With a huff, Severus wiped his face clean and turned so he could lean on the wall and watch the entrance to the hallway. He mentally started to compile a list that would need to be addressed in the coming months. Harry would be seventeen in almost two and a half months. And exams would begin next week. Severus was sure those degenerate alphas who got his precious nephew into this predicament would want to bring their omega home once summer started-

An evil grin slowly grew on the alpha’s face. Now there was an idea. Narcissa Malfoy would not tolerate what her son had done to a Queen . And Celestina Zabini might do Severus a favor and murder - or at least castrate - her son for taking so little care with a vulnerable omega.

Severus was certain that both women would appreciate a letter. After all, Severus needed to make sure they knew how best to accommodate Harry while he stayed with them. He wasn't sure Draco or Blaise had informed their parents of everything going on and as head of Slytherin and Harry's uncle, it was his duty to make sure nothing was overlooked. Mentally composing the letters gave him great joy as Severus patiently waited for his omegas to finish solidifying their deepening kinship.

‘Dear Cissy,

I'm writing to inform you of Draco's latest blunder. I think he might need to be taken in hand because you won't believe what he and Blaise did to my nephew-’

Chapter Text

[===== Plot =====]

Draco glanced up as the morning post arrived at the Great Hall in the typical flurry of owls screeching and stray feathers. He did a double-take when he spotted his Mother's black-banded owl, Artemis, slowly circling before leisurely starting to descend to the Slytherin table. A scarlet letter, already smoking, was clutched in Artemis’ talons. His Mother must have delayed sending it just to ensure maximum impact. Draco calmly reached over and clamped his fingers around Blaise's wrist. 

There would be no escape. They would face this battle together. 

“Draco, let go asshole I'm trying to eat here-” Blaise grumbled, trying to pry his arm free so he could go back to drinking coffee.

“Brace yourself, Blaise. Our doom has arrived,” Draco said solemnly as he watched the howler get closer and closer. 

It was starting to tremble and jerk in Artemis' claws, and she must have decided she didn't like that. She went into a sudden dive and dumped the offending letter right into Draco's morning porridge. For one blissful second, everything remained quiet, and he hoped desperately that the howler had drowned in his breakfast.

Draco shrieked - yelled, it was a manly yell, Blaise - as the porridge exploded all over him and his Mother's icy hiss echoed, “Draco Malfoy! How dare you treat a Queen in such a way. I am ashamed and appalled. You are coming straight home with your mates when school lets out. Your father will be teaching you the proper way to respect an omega. Prepare yourself, Dragon. If I'm not pleased with your progress by the end of June, I'll be taking over your lessons.”

“Fuck,” Draco breathed. 

The hall was dead silent as everyone stared with horror and confusion at the remains of the howler. Even the students who didn't know Narcissa Malfoy was once Narcissa Black had heard the poison-soaked velvet of her threat. 

Slowly, noise and life came back to the tables around the hall. Draco heaved for breath, absolutely relieved that Harry had started to eat his meals in the study room with Severus and the Headmaster to give them time to bond. He realized that his fingers were cramping where they were squeezed tight to Blaise's wrist. He let go, rubbing at the abused skin in apology. 

“Yuck. That blasted bird. Definitely dropped it in my bowl on purpose. She's never liked me since I was seven and tried to turn all her feathers silver. She's a Malfoy; she should have been proud to wear our color,” Draco grumbled, sweeping his wand down his robes to clean them of food. 

He made sure his face and hair were impeccable and then turned to start complaining to his mate some more, only to stop short. Blaise looked like he had seen a Grim, and death was moments away.

“Do you think Professor Snape wrote to Mamà as well?” Blaise asked faintly.

Draco froze and glanced wildly side to side like he would be able to see Mamà Zabini’s revenge coming.

“Probably not,” Draco croaked, “We're still alive, right? We should- we should spend the day with Harry. One last blissful day before Mother's letter reaches her and we instantly die.”

Blaise looked at him with anguish twisting his handsome features, “Harry has exams all day. He's been studying so hard, we can't distract him now. It'll- it'll be fine. Your mother will at least perform a necromancy ritual if needed, I'm sure. She sounded pretty determined for you to learn your lesson, and she wouldn't let something as small as an assassination by Mamà prevent that from happening.”

“Oh? Learn my lesson? If I remember correctly, you got to him first! Of either of us, it's more likely that you pupped him. If anyone needs to learn a lesson-”

“Boys,” Professor McGonagall barked from the head table, “take your discussion somewhere private. This is hardly the place. Or the time. If I remember correctly, both of you have a potions exam in twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Ma'am!” They chorused together, heads ducked. 

Draco glared at his traitor of a mate as they gathered their things and rose from the table. Blaise glared back and drew his lip up to flash sharp canines. Draco gasped in offense before sharply spinning away and stalking out of the dining hall. Blaise trailed after him but Draco determinedly ignored the arsehole as they headed for their first exam of the day.

[===== Plot =====]

Hiding his giggles in Luna’s hair, Neville couldn't help his vindication that someone was taking those alphas to task. Neville had held his tongue because Harry seemed to be happy. He was an inferno of joy and excitement through their bond, any time he had a spare moment to think about his pups.

And Neville could admit, reluctantly, that Malfoy and Zabini were taking good care of their Queen. Any time Harry settled somewhere for longer than five minutes, one of the alphas was bundling him in a blanket or fetching him a snack. And they didn't even call Dobby endlessly to do it! They actually went to the kitchens or raided whatever stash they had hidden in the den. 

But Neville didn't care. He was glad that Lady Malfoy was going to teach her son how Harry deserved to be cherished. Because the Slytherins had pupped a vulnerable Queen during an irregular heat that was the omega’s second heat ever! If Malfoy or Zabini thought some paltry snacks and comfort would make up for putting Harry at risk, then they had another thing coming-

A delicate purr fluttered in Luna’s throat. Neville cuddled her close to his side, pressing a kiss to her temple and making sure her plate was in reach. She had been drifting so much since Harry's pregnancy was discovered. The pack had closed ranks around her because she was hardly present enough to remember to eat or drink, let alone go to class or do homework. Harry had given Neville very strict instructions when he had finally caved and stopped going to class with the rest of the pack. 

Luna couldn't be given the same treatment. She had floated through every year at Hogwarts and Harry didn't want to draw attention to her. She was powerful. She could win any war, build enough wealth to fund a nation, or be an instrument of global ruination. But only if someone learned of her skills as a Seer and took advantage of her. 

Luna was an omega, so she had the instincts and magical strength to protect herself, but… not like this. Not while she was trapped in vision after vision with no time to breathe . 

Brushing his thumb over her soft lips, Neville grabbed her cup of cold water and carefully coaxed her into drinking from it. He rumbled his approval, hoping she would be able to feel it against her skin and in her chest. Her eyelashes fluttered, and when he set the cup back down, she turned to rest her head on his chest. Neville's cheeks burned, but he wrapped his arm more firmly around her shoulders and cradled her close. 

Neither of them had any exams until after lunch. Harry had several ideas of how to call her back long enough to take them and Neville would try anything to ground Luna in the here and now. He hated how it felt like they were abandoning her to the tides of time, but Hermione had done the research and talked with Luna and schooled the entire pack on how dangerous it was to try to suppress a Seer’s visions. 

Apparently Fate was a bitch and would cause chaos for - or possibly outright kill - a Seer who denied their ‘gift’. Neville thought this was more akin to a curse. Another truth to lock behind his teeth. Luna didn't ask for this, and it wasn't her fault. 

A soft hum, whimsical and nostalgic, whispered in his ear. A smile crossed his face. They would be fine. Luna-bella was here even if she wasn't Now .

Neville carded gentle fingers through wispy blond curls. Hazy-omega-honeysuckle-stardust filled his nose and he savored the privilege of being let this close. He couldn't believe that he had gone from lonely, forgotten, and ever stumbling along behind as the Golden Trio forged ahead to being in a pack and having friends and being allowed to stand beside them. He was so grateful. 

Particularly for the soft, sweet omega-woman curled into his side as they finished breakfast together.

[===== Plot =====]

“Harry, Luv, are you listening to me? I’m certain I got question eight completely wrong. It asked about the third law of Transfiguration, but I’m pretty sure I talked about all three laws, and I probably missed all the important points for the third one, so Professor McGonagall will surely- You’re not listening to me. Is- is everything okay?” Hermione rambled, anxious and fidgety, and about to vibrate out of her skin with exam nerves and emotion prickling down her spine.

“Sorry, Mione. I think Draco and Blaise are… fighting?” Harry replied. 

His eyes strayed across the room, and Hermione followed his gaze to where the pack alphas were sitting on opposite ends of the same couch. They were studying for tomorrow’s round of testing and it was odd to see them sitting so far apart. Hermione almost wanted to say they were leaving space for Harry, but she had literally seen her Queen slip into a tiny gap between the alphas while the two men were cuddling on that same couch together. They spent practically every moment attached at the hip, except for when Harry was the link between them.

“Fighting?” She asked with confusion.

“I… I think so? They’ve been like that,” Harry waved his hand at them, “All day. And I’m pretty sure I saw Blaise flash his teeth at Draco an hour ago. And Draco hasn’t said a word to him since they got back after dinner. Did they- were they normal during dinner? I know you guys can’t always sit at the same tables together…”

“Sorry, Luv. Ron and I were helping Neville with Luna. He said that jolting her through the pack bond helped keep her present for the exams today, but she was so deep in the visions afterwards that we almost brought her to Madame Pomfrey,” Hermione explained. 

She smiled sadly where Luna was cuddled into Harry’s side, eyes closed because Harry didn’t want them to dry out, as she stared sightlessly at things not Now. It horrified Hermione to think of what Luna had been trying to deal with alone for all these years. Luna was so sweet and intelligent, and Hermione was ashamed of how she used to think the other woman was odd and unnatural. 

Hermione was ashamed of a lot of the things she did and thought when she was a stupid little girl trying to learn about this new fantastical world. She would do better from now on, and dedicating any time and energy needed to help Luna was only the first step Hermione would take. 

Headmaster Gaunt had pulled her aside shortly before the exams started to talk about Muggle genetics research. It had stunned her how much sense it made. Of course, the inbreeding of a small population would affect their bodies and minds! And their magic! Nymphadora Tonks was the first Black in generations to have a magical gift that the Black family was once commonly known fo,r and her father was a Muggleborn . 

Hermione and the Headmaster had discussed several possibilities for testing their hypothesis - Harry’s hypothesis and Hermione really needed to stop underestimating her Queen-brother’s intelligence based on his forced ignorance - and had agreed that it was dangerous to use Muggle methods. It would be difficult to source the materials they would need, but if they understood the process well enough, they could probably replicate it with spells or potions or maybe a ritual-

Hermione was jolted back into the present by Harry’s dejected sigh. His two-toned green eyes were still locked on his alphas, but instead of happy, he looked stressed. That wouldn’t do. Hmm…

Hermione threw a glance at her own mate. Ron blinked placidly back. His feet were settled across her lap, and their magic was woven together as Hermione, Harry, and Luna purposefully spent time together under their Sentinel’s protection. 

Harry was hopeful this would let their favorite redhead relax enough to sleep the entire night without rising fifteen times to check the wards and pace in front of the door. If it didn’t, then Hermione was planning to just pin him down, ride him to their mutual completion, and sleep on top of him to make him stay in bed.

Some of her arousal at that idea definitely transferred through their magic and mate bond, and Ron slowly grinned at her, an appreciative leer lighting his face as he scanned down her body and leisurely traced back up to her eyes. Hermione scrunched her nose to tell him ‘not now’ and pointedly glanced at the two alphas that Harry was making wounded puppy eyes at. 

Ron pouted at her before heaving a sigh and calling, “Oi! What’s got your panties in a twist, Malfoy? Can’t you just kiss and make up with Zabini? I’m sure he’s very sorry for the emotional wedgy.” 

Hermione slapped a hand to her face so she wouldn’t have to watch the coming train wreck. Why were boys so stupid ???? She was never asking Ron to help with anything ever again. Including her future orgasms. He was sleeping on the couch for a week for this stunt.

‘Well… I do still want him well-rested. He works so hard to keep us safe. I guess he can sleep in our bed, but all his orgasms are going to be hands-free for the next month! I’ve been meaning to run an experiment to see how many times he can cum in an hour anyway-’

“Weasley! Keep your nose out of my- okay. No, I’m sorry. We are pack now,” Draco started with a screech, only to settle into a reluctant drawl, “You can settle the score for us, how about that? Blaise seems to think that it’s my fault that Harry got pregnant when he was the one who joined Harry’s heat first. ”

“Are you- are you angry, Alphas? I thought-” Harry whimpered, and Hermione was abruptly done . But before she could add her own voice to the brewing argument, a quiet, hoarse whisper silenced them all.

“There are two. They are so beautiful. A girl, dark as night and so lovely, so loving. A boy, bright as the sun, powerful and kind. They are both so kind. Harrison, you did so well to catch from two powerful bloodlines at the same time. You’re going to change the world,” Luna croaked as she leaned against Harry’s shoulder and gazed adoringly up at him.

The Queen stared back with wide, stunned eyes that rapidly filled with tears. He curled around the Seer for a moment, and his shoulders shook twice before he pulled back and tenderly cupped her cheeks.

“Luna-bella, my darling omega-sister. It’s so good to see you, Luv. I’m so happy you are Now, even if only for this moment. Do you need anything, Luv? Are you comfortable? Is there any food or drink you want?” Harry asked her rapidly, scanning her eyes and clearly trying to keep her anchored for just another moment so she could let them know if she needed or wanted anything before she was swept away again.

Neville shifted restlessly in the armchair he had claimed for the evening, clearly ready to jump to his feet and retrieve anything Luna asked for. Hermione smiled gratefully at him because he had spent the most time ensuring that Luna was safe and comfortable while the rest of them hovered around Harry.

Luna’s face brightened with a brilliant smile, and Harry grinned back, “Are you back, Luv? Did the chain finally break?”

“I’m back, my Queen. Thank you for your care and protection,” Luna practically trilled with giddiness.

Harry’s grin softened, and he gently turned his fellow omega’s head so she was looking towards Neville, “It’s always my pleasure to care for and protect you, Luna-bella. But Neville did the heavy lifting this time. He was wonderful. I’m sorry I could not give you the dedicated care you deserve myself. But I entrusted you to the right person, I swear to you.”

Neville’s face was slowly turning a deep red, but his eyes were soft as he said, “It was an honor to be trusted with your care and protection, Luna. I would do it again in an instant. As,” He glanced around the room, “I’m sure any of our packmates would if it was needed. Harry is our Queen, just as you are our Seer. Not just his, ours .”

Hermione added her murmur of agreement to the others as they quietly tried to assure their Seer that she would never be alone again. None of them were willing to pull her gaze away from the beta who had spent hours talking with Harry and figuring out the best ways to keep her fed, clean, and comfortable as well as safe. He had done such a good job that Luna had actually managed to gain some dearly needed weight in the past few weeks as she drifted through time.

A soft cough broke the tension in the room as Draco choked out, “I’m so sorry. Luna, please, you said… There’s one from each of us? The twins, our twins, there’s one from me and one from Blaise?”

Luna giggled and said, “Of course, Silly! A Zabini girl and a Malfoy boy. As if they could be anything else!”

Draco eeped in apparent shock or despair, but he buried his face in Blaise’s shoulder so whatever they were arguing about must be resolved. Harry was pulling Luna to her feet and chattering excitedly with her about Headmaster Gaunt and their exams, and their plans for the summer. Harry never asked a single question about her visions, but as far as Hermione knew, he never had.

With a huff and a small pout at losing her audience for her exam stressing, Hermione let herself slump sideways so she could lay her head in Ron’s lap.

“There, there, darling. Come tell me all about how you answered question eight perfectly and undoubtedly set a new school record for the sixth year Transfiguration exam. Just like you did for the fifth year one. And the fourth year one. And the third year one. And the-”

Hermione smacked her smug mate on the chest and pulled him down into a kiss as she giggled at his antics.