Omega ((Drarry))

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OKAY, little a/n to kick this off. I know I have a lot of books in progress, and I swear I'm not discontent with any of them... I just keep remembering things I really wanted to write. Anyways, onto the disclaimers.

DISCLAIMERS: I, obviously, don't own any of the characters in this piece, all rights reserved to the amazing J.K. Rowling. Also, I want to thrown in that in this fic, omegas are valued, and not discarded and used... with a few small exceptions. James and Lily are alive, because I'm not about that whole dark lord life, whoops. Lastly, to avoid confusion, you "present" your secondary gender at age nine or so.

WARNINGS(?)/TAGS: Omegaverse fic (alpha/beta/omega), boyxboy,
Omega!Harry, Alpha!Draco, Secondary genders, gay?, yeah really gay.

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Had Harry always known he was an omega? Of course not. His family, on both ends, had all been alphas, a competitive, rough, and head strong lineage. He'd expected that he'd be an alpha just like all the Potters before him. It made the most sense biologically.

So, to say the very least on the matter, he was surprised when he presented as the first omega Potter in history. Lily could not have been happier with this unlikely outcome. She'd always wanted a daughter, and though she would never tell Harry this, it was almost the same thing, in a way. James was proud, he enjoyed change and liked the thrill of a new prospect. He immediately went to enroll Harry in some proper manner classes, as that's how an omega should be.

Harry was happy too. He took the classes gracefully, while the alphas and betas his age where outside playing. It was all okay for him, he liked, what he soon started to call, training. It was a sensational feeling for him when he was told what to do, to have a purpose. As that's how every omega felt. The urge to please was biologically impossible to deny, and no one seemed to want to. The selflessness of an omega was a known world wide.

Harry had finished his "training" by age 10, an impressively short amount of time to complete such thorough classes. He had never allowed himself to play with the other children, but now his lessons where complete, he didn't see a reason to avoid it anymore. He was finally stepping out of his lawn, into the meadow beyond his parents house where the other kids would play and run around.

It was a beautiful place, enchanted with impressive spells and charms, making everything brighter and nearly sparkling. Harry froze then, enthralled with the purity of the scenery.

His stunned gaze was broken by a loud peel of laughter and he turned abruptly before straightening himself out and approaching the crowd of kids playing exploding snaps.

"Hello. I'm Harry, Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you!" He said enthusiastically to the children when they looked up at him. They all waved and invited him to join their game, being very patient for him when they had to explain the rules.

It seemed to Harry that they have never taken the classes he had, but it was common for most alphas and betas to sense a omega and be pleasant... unless the omega happened to be in or near heat... then all hell could broke loose.

He grinned widely when he won his first game, unknowing that the others had graciously let him win. They broke off into separate and smaller groups then. Harry looked around, slightly lost. He glanced to every face, scanning them for instruction of some kind. He'd always had instruction, this was all so new to him.

"Oi, Potter. Come here." He twisted to the voice beckoning to him, eager to follow the familiar command. He soon located the speaker, a strapping young boy with blond hair that looked almost silver in the bright sun.

Walking forward hastily, he reached the small group surrounding the boy, then forgot what he was doing and tripped over a stone in his rush to get to him. He braced himself for the impact the packed dirt promised, and fell face first into it. He sat up and let his head hang, his hair now covering his dirty and ashamed face. Tears slipped from his eyes, their path slightly blocked by his thick, circular frames.