[Harry!] Tom shouted, his magic quickly transporting his few Death Eaters away. Severus was busy grabbing his mates before he disappeared.
Eveline and Hermione grabbed the Weasleys and Luna and quickly ushered the others away as spells and curses rained down on them.
Tom ran down the hall, deflecting offensive spells.
Blaise and Draco were grabbing stranglers before they disappeared. Neville was defending a group before he apparated.
He was slightly grateful for their capabilities and reliability.
Tom felt his shield tremble before he ran inside his study room. He shut the door and hissed, "Nagini, quickly, come to me."
Nagini slid over and they apparated.
Tom's body felt as if he was squeezed through a straw before being dumped into a water slide.
He landed in a rural graveyard and stood up, immediately trying to find Harry's soul, his connection to him pulsing.
"Harry.... Harry, please," Tom muttered, fear entering his mind as he frantically pulled and tugged at the soul bond before it stilled.
Tom froze.
That would only happen if Harry was too far away or if he was captured and unconscious.
Tom cursed and roared furiously. His magic flared and destroyed a few tombstones. In a single moment, he flattened the whole area, seething as his magic lashed out.
Nagini hissed at him softly. [Massster, I will call ssssome friendsss. They will find Harry. Do not worry. He will be found.]
[Good. I'll rip Dumbledore apart for taking my mate.]
He cursed his own foolishness and overconfidence at his power.
He should've hid the house better.
Or maybe....?
That fucking omega bitch!
Tom called his Death Eaters, slipping on his glamour as he snarled. His magic was frothing before he finally disappeared, his mind racing to quickly save his mate.
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Harry was dreaming.
He could tell.
Looking around at the dark space around him, there was a single little lantern in the darkness. He went towards it, and it radiated warmth but it was weak and soft.
Touching it, it fluttered away from him.
'No... please...! Get off! Get off of me, you damn——!!' It called, it's voice young but hardened by panic and fear.
It was Tom's voice.
Harry paused and reached for it again.
It was like a recorder, spilling forth Tom's thoughts and voice.
'Filthy muggles! Eradicate them, my Death Eaters!'
'Please... someone... anyone!! Please save me! Take me away from here....'
'Ways to get rid of secondary gender.... hmm... here it is! The book to get rid of my damn omega status!'
'Harry, dear, where's your owl? I'll feed her.'
Harry felt his heart grow soft, each sentence piercing through him, some anguished and sad, others furious, others loving as he talked to Harry.
The little lantern flittered and then flew a little closer to him.
The warmth was stronger.
'We're mates, but I'll be using him for our goals.'
A pause in his words, but it wasn't a different message, but another sentence added.
'It's alright, he's using me too. We'll get the things we want and then we'll be on our separate ways. Don't you worry, it'll work the way I want it to.'
Although it sounded as if Tom was a cruel omega for playing with an alpha's heart, Harry knew Tom on a personal level, and Tom wasn't lying when he said he loved Harry.
Tom...
Were you preparing for war? What were you thinking when you said that I was a chess piece?
He wasn't mad, but he was feeling rather curious.
Harry looked around him again. The little lantern moved even closer, like a cat shyly asking for scratches. It fluttered against his chest before it merged into him.
Harry didn't even get a warning before he was propelled into a memory.
There was Tom, young and gorgeous as always. He was struggling against three alphas as they pulled and hugged at his clothes.
"Fuck off! Don't touch me, you shitty wankers!!" He screamed, his eyes flashing with panic and anger.
The alphas rolled their eyes and looked at him with mocking gazes.
"Since you're crying so pitifully, we'll give you a dollar for your services," one then smirked, "that is, if you please us."
Tom kicked at his head, landing a blow before he barreled past him and then turned, pulling his shirt together.
Harry could feel his fear and worry, before a blinding rage fueled his magic and he cursed the three boys.
As boils erupted on their skin and their eyes began to bleed from their sockets, Tom ran away as his heart became heavy with an even worse urgency to get rid of his own secondary gender.
Harry was pulled out of the memory and into another.
Tom was older this time, and he looked like he was twenty, swaying his hips with a small smile as he hummed as he worked until he caught glimpse of an alpha and omega couple.
Tom froze and then skittered behind the cashier.
Only Harry could feel his longing, jealousy and hatred for the heaviness in his chest.
Once again, he was brought to another memory, but this time, it was in present times and Tom was laying next to Harry, who was asleep.
It was weird to see himself sleep.
Tom smiled happily, almost goofily as he stroked Harry's brow ridge and his finger traced the outlines of Harry's face.
He leaned down and kissed on the crown of his head as he spread his palm against Harry's heart, his hand reassuring himself of Harry's life.
"I love you, Harry."
Harry could feel the love and the affection pouring through his chest, the gratitude, the relief, the satisfaction that an alpha worthy of him had came and saved him in a sense. The trust he had for this little alpha was enough that Harry knew Tom was deeply in love with him.
Harry tried to choke back the tears.
Tom had a bad past with his omegan status, with alphas and with the stereotypes and discrimination.
Had Harry helped him through that?
Truly?
The bond that screamed Tom's feelings to him proved him right and Harry could only be so grateful that he had helped the person he loved most.
Harry was dumped out of Tom's memories as the little lantern swayed in the air.
It's heat was almost blistering, but it didn't hurt and it seemed to imprint upon Harry's bones.
Harry looked around himself once more, and then forcefully woke himself up.
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Dumbledore quickly gathered his troops, looking at his empty halls.
He was cruel, but he knew that unnecessary deaths weren't that useful to himself. It was still summer, so those students weren't here.
He quickly warned the teachers of his plan (Where was Severus? How strange.) and told them that Lord Voldemort would come and attack them soon.
He went back to his office with the excuse of looking at the castle's defenses.
(The truth was that he couldn't check them anymore. After those troublesome students took their inheritances, the school was out of his control.)
He stared at Harry, who was awake in such a short time.
Harry glanced at him and then said, "Hello, Professor."
"Hello, Harry," responded Dumbledore.
It wasn't an appropriate conversation for a warden and his ward, but Dumbledore was self-assured of his victory.
(He knew what Tom's weakness was. He was practically unbeatable at this point.)
"Why am I here?"
"Harry, I'd like to ask you to rethink your decision. Is it truly okay to be mated with your parents' killer? He is a man that cannot understand love. He may be tricking you," Dumbledore said, casting a small charm that would subtly make Harry influenceable to his words.
Harry looked around him, seemingly not listening.
Dumbledore was a little annoyed, but he was patient.
Harry wiggled his foot and touched the outer layer of the magic circle under him. It was a complex circle of runes, sigils and symbols.
"Professor, what's all this?"
"Harry, have you been listening to me? You must leave Voldemort. He is manipulating you," he said.
Harry glanced at him and then broke his restraints with a single bend of his wrists.
Dumbledore was wide-eyed. Harry wasn't a mere angel.
He was stronger than that.
Harry smiled smugly and then attempted to get out of the circle.
'Attempted' was the word.
Harry stopped and tried to force himself out. It was like an invisible barrier was preventing him from escaping.
Desperation was starting to cloud Harry's mind. He punched the barrier, scratched at the magic circle and did all sorts of things to get out.
In the end, he was left panting from a mixture of anxiety and panic.
He needed to get back to Tom.
He needed to get back to Tom. Before Tom did something rash.
Dumbledore had left to him to his own devices, confident in his magic circle.
Even if the restraints were weak, his magic circle could trap even Seraphim.
It was a good discovery to find that Harry was only an archangel. Dumbledore could now breathe a sigh of relief as he left his office and went to McGonagall.
He never noticed a small train of snakes follow his path and find Harry.
Nagini hissed softly and then went back to her original size. A small pencil sized snake and another thicker one trailed after her.
[Tch! Thissss angel issss the one who hurt Massster!] the pencil sized snake delivered a slap to his face. It didn't hurt, but it definitely stung, both to his face and his heart.
Harry blinked in shock and then said, [I already said sorry!]
[Excusssessss!]
(A/n: this is for you, kyuu-chan/kun)
Harry felt aggrieved but didn't say a word as Nagini and the two other snakes tried to pull him out to no avail.
The pencil sized snake kept insulting him the entire time as Nagini and the other nodded, as if agreeing.
[Ssstupid filth! Can't even pay attention to your own mate! Thissss isss why you were going to get blue ballsss! I'm a sssnake and I underssstand what that meanssss! Disssgrace! Dissshonorable! Thank your godsss that Massster pitied you and forgave your sssorry ssself!] the snake ranted.
The other silent one finally spoke, and Harry realized it was a male by its voice.
[Enough, Kelinda. We mussst help him firssst. Then you can bite him, right?]
Kelinda nodded, as if thinking 'He's right!!!' and happily shut her fangs and tried to tug him out.
Nagini did the snake equivalent of an eye roll and turned her head towards the male snake, her tongue flicking out.
He paused and then jerked his head.
Harry recognized it as a seductive movement from courting male snakes and felt so uncomfortable, he began to pray to Jehovah to keep his eyes off of them.
He fell into practiced movements quickly, his eyes closed in peacefulness as he prayed.
As he prayed quietly, he prayed for forgiveness, for Tom's safety, for his friends' happiness, for his loved ones' protection and other things, making sure his prayer was serious and thoughtful, never going beyond a respectful prayer.
His wings fluttered.
He hadn't realized they were there. Harry was feeling something bubble up in his chest. It was painful and hot and it felt stuffy.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to rip someone's throat out. He wanted to tenderly kiss Tom's face. He wanted to eat caramel pudding.
Harry then sighed and remembered to breathe.
He sat up, and then scratched at the circle. It didn't help, and Kelinda, who was already trying to scrape it away, glared at him.
[I have already tried that, dumbasssss.]
He sighed and then forced his magic into the circle. It glowed fiery red and crackled and flared.
Harry's body hurt and he began to cough but he continued, sending in more and more magic, enough that his head was starting to become disoriented.
Ah, he was sweating.
His mouth was dragging ragged breathes through his lips as he blinked sluggishly. The circle wasn't yielding, but Harry's body couldn't take it anymore.
Still, he continued, draining his magic completely before the circle finally snapped with a loud crack, it's sigils and runes exploding.
The snakes hissed in alarm and hid away as the room began to shake and collapse.
Harry fell forward as he laid there in the devastation of the magic circle.
His wings, once white with gold, was now a glistening shade of white that glowed. He had three pairs, six fluffy wings fluttering behind his back. Feathers were growing from the crown of his head, golden and light, like a circlet around his head.
Harry had became a Seraphim, jumping several ranks up.
As he fell into unconsciousness, he only had one thought.
He thanked Jehovah.
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Tom's rage was enough for him to transform. His wings dragged on the floor as his tail flicked out and occasionally scratched someone's shoulder.
He was gnawing on his thumb, his eyes furiously flickering with crimson and pure darkness as he muttered to himself, waiting for the rest of his Death Eaters.
Harry's friends were frantically screaming inside their heads and in the pack group chat.
'What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!!!!' -Fred and George Weasley
'Fred, George, calm down!' -Hermione Granger
'Easy for you to say, Hermione! I'm freaking out too!!' -Ron Weasley
'Oh my darkness, please save me. Where's Harry??? Please pick me up, I'm scared——' -Eveline Peverell
'Even Eveline is scared??' -Neville Longbottom
'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' -Blaise Zabini
'Even Blaise!' -Neville Longbottom
'Calm down! Why are you all like this?' -Hermione Granger
'He's the Dark Lord!! When he's angry, all Dark creatures grovel in fear!!! Where's Harry?! We have to find him immediately before Tom kills us all!!' -Ron Weasley
'Don't exaggerate.' -Hermione Granger
'Please. Hermione. Stop talking for my sanity.' -Draco Malfoy
'Someone get Luna!! Maybe she can help or something!' -Ron Weasley
'..... I will stay here. Where I am safe.' -Luna Lovegood
'See!!! Not even Luna will approach him!' -Fred and George Weasley
This frantic screaming inside of the group chat was due to Tom. While Harry's friends were shivering in their boots, Harry's family was shivering on the side lines, terrified.
Literally all of them had seen war and death, but none of them were unafraid of Tom's wrath.
Tom, not even realizing in his fury that everyone was about to shit bricks, snapped his head up when all of his Death Eaters arrived.
His furious eyes were glaring. He looked like a demoness sent from Hell to punish them all for taking Satan's cookies.
It perfectly described the pettiness inside of him that was furious.
"Some of you arrived immediately the moment I called. Some of you arrived after 5 minutes and 26 seconds..." he muttered loud enough for them to hear.
When they heard that, cold sweat ran down their backs.
"On average, that would be 1 minute and 42 seconds for all of you." His head tilted as he said in an eerie tone before he cast crucio.
Screams and cries of pain sounded through the room as the Death Eaters writhed in pain.
Those who were early were let off seven seconds early. Those who were not, suffered.
Sirius shuddered and clutched James' arm. "W-Why is your son mated to him? I've fought against him before.... why is he so scary now??"
Severus was sitting rod straight in the midst of Death Eaters and he was spared like all of the Elite. He was still except for his trembling hands.
Even if he was a professional and a trained killer, he was terrified of Tom.
He had never been so furious before, and Severus knew it was because Harry was taken away without Tom knowing.
It had all started this morning when Dumbledore and a group of aurors attacked the Manor.
Harry had been the first to defend the place, as Tom was busy elsewhere with alliances. He came back a second late when Dumbledore took Harry.
Severus shivered in fear.
Tom finally lowered his wand and he said in a chilly voice, "Call all of our allies. That damn Light Lord will pay for his crimes against us. Lucius, grab the evidence and keep it safe. We'll need it when we execute that old goat."
A vicious smile appeared on his face. He paused and called instructions.
All of the Death Eaters quickly did as ordered, even if their limbs were jelly and their bones had been turned to noodles from the curse and fear.
Tom glanced at Harry's friends and family and beckoned them to follow.
They followed with sweaty palms and wobbling knees. The twins crept close to Draco as Ron and Blaise held Neville like he was a lucky charm. Eveline smothered Luna in her embrace, trembling like a newborn fawn. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Tom sat in his study, his desk reduced to splinters as he regarded them cooly.
"M-My Lord," Draco asked nervously, "may I ask why you spared the Elite?"
"You didn't want me to?"
"No! No, of course not! Your benevolence has graced us all! I beg for forgiveness for my insolence!"
Tom sneered. "Because the Elite are some of your parents. If I punish them, I'm afraid I'll make Harry sad."
All of them thought one thing.
Why did Harry seem like the one taken care of? Was this normal? Was Harry actually the sugar baby?
Tom stood up and they stiffened. "I trust you all to be capable of finding and rescuing Harry. If not, I'll snap your fingers off and say that Dumbledore killed you. Understand?"
They nodded like chickens pecking rice.
"We must find him before Dumbledore does anything to him. That damn goat, hogging his presence to himself...."
Ron laughed a little anxiously. "Hahaha, you sound jealous."
Tom chuckled darkly, his eyes blazing. "You're correct. In fact, I'm jealous of anything that goes near my Harry. I'm jealous of the air that touches his lips every second.* I get so jealous that I would've removed the oxygen from his lungs if he didn't need it."
His fingers clutched his arm hard enough for him to bleed.
Everyone stared at Tom with blank expressions.
Harry!! Please get here before we all die!!!
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*- this line is very heavily based on a line I read from a Korean webtoon/manhwa. Guess which one. It's not from WEBTOON btw
Ight, so Harry has been stolen, Harry gets bitch slapped and then gets an upgrade, Tom scares everyone with his jealousy.
Ah.
How fun.
I really wanna see how far I can take Tom's possessiveness and jealousy. I want to see how scared and freaked out my characters can get over Tom's sheer obsessiveness.
I just want to see freaky Tom will be behind Harry's back.
If I was back to my Dom! Tom faze, you'd see Harry being kept behind a cage and dolled up but instead, you get a furiously domineering omega! Tom who will only be sweet in front of an oblivious Harry.
But anyways! I'll make the fight chapter extra long or I'll give you more chapters!
Extras are going to be fun!
Toodles!