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Tom grit his teeth as he watched the socialite across the hall twirl in his new dress. It was a nice shade of periwinkle and had an added layer of sparkle that his companion seemed to appreciate. Too much, in Tom's honest opinion.
There was little pleasure he derived from such basic gimmicks but he supposed Mister Potter did look particularly nice tonight.
He took a sip of his dark red wine but eh might as well have drunk Amortentia, because all he could scent was the perfume Mister Potter had put on tonight. It was nice, vanilla and something slightly powdery, very omegan. He was sure his mother would approve. Indeed, Lily Potter was only a few feet away, discreetly watching her offspring.
"Ahem" came the annoying voice of Severus and it took everything in him not to simply Crucio the man who dared to interrupt. He rolled his eyes and turned to glower at his subordinate.
"What?" he snapped. You would think the Minister of Magic would be able to enjoy himself for just a few minutes, but apparently they were all utterly inept.
"What needs my attention now?"
Snape bowed his greasy head, but he wasn't quite able to hide his mean smirk. This was amusing him, huh? Privately, Tom promised to torture the man at a later date for daring to defy his lord.
"I suppose I assumed you would want to know that Dumbledore has arrived. He's currently making small-talk with the Weasley-pack"
Internally, Tom fumed. "You interrupt me for this? I already knew Dumbledore had arrived, the wards in the ministry alerted me thirty minutes ago. Can't you see I'm busy" he made a sort of general motion with his hand that was supposed to encompass…Well, whatever it was he was doing.
“Yes, my lord, you seem…busy" Snape turned and left, clad in black since the day the Potter-Omega rejected his request. Tom hated to admit it, but he feared a similar fate for himself.
But that wasn't important tonight, Tom was superior in every way that mattered and Potter would have no other choice but take him as mate.
Just then, a bell-like laugh rang true, and he watched a milky-white neck be thrown back, as his chosen omega began to smile in earnest. The alpha at his side —that imp of a Malfoy-heir, seemed extraordinarily pleased and Tom seethed. That should be him, making his omega laugh like that! Didn't the Malfoy-brat know Potter was spoken for?
(He wasn't, not yet, Tom had yet to dare approach James Potter with the request of a courtship- but it should be common knowledge! He'd presented the young omega with a rose at his presentation ball, for Merlin's sake!)
He took another sip of his wine, mostly to stop the growl he could feel rising in his chest. He would show them, show them all.
Harry for his part was enjoying the ball immensely. He'd given up on Minister Riddle. It had been exciting when he'd offered Harry a rose, but nothing had happened since and Harry didn't want to remain single forever! Besides, Malfoy had really had a turn for the better post-Hogwarts. He was funny… not as funny as Minister Riddle could be… and he was good-looking…
Harry had always preferred brunettes. And anyway, these events could be so stupidly stuffy, he needed something to do, why not Malfoy? Or "Draco" as the young alpha had offered. The name tasted ashen on his tongue, but Harry humored him anyway. He knew that Draco had been promised to a wealthy french heiress practically since his presentation, so nothing more would come of the matter. And Draco knew that too. Besides, it stopped anyone else from approaching.
And if he maybe hoped to make Minister Riddle jealous, well, who was to know? Harry would keep that firmly to himself.
Appreciatively, he admired the twinkle in the soft fabric of his overcoat.
"Care for a dance?" Draco offers a hand and Harry takes it without thinking. Because you know what, he would like to dance!
So gloved hand in hand, they began a waltz to the slow music that was coming from a wonderful harpist in the corner. They danced with space between them, just like they were both taught in endless etiquette lessons, and Harry had a fantastic time. When he'd designed the dress, he'd known it would be perfect for twirling around in, and he'd been proven correct. It was fun! And the bit of bubbly champagne also helped.
He almost didn't want to leave when his father stepped between Draco and him, allowing just one more dance before they would leave as a pack.
Harry nodded towards Draco, who had rejoined some talk about politics with his own father, and did his best not too grin giddily, when he felt the burn of blood-red eyes on his nape as he left.
His mom was leaning heavily on his dad, having drunk maybe a tad bit more than perfectly polite, but Harry loved her like this. She was giggly and open, less refined than usual and they gossiped the whole flight back. Harry was a magnificent flier, had even been seeker back in Hogwarts, but Lily was less so. James rode with her, one arm around her waist, securing her in place and the sight made Harry daydream about his own future husband. He was young, but not too young to marry and his parents had had a wonderful marriage. He couldn't wait.
In the following days, Harry takes it upon himself to go flying on the grounds around the manor, and to take a cheeky swim in the lake. The recent heatwave was unbearable, even with temperature spells everywhere and so, Harry quite enjoyed the cooling excise. Already, it was early September, but the summer showed no signs of dying anytime soon.
It surprises him when he receives an owl from Draco, asking for a meet-up. Then again, maybe it shouldn't. They’d gotten along quite well and Draco didn't have many friends here in Britain if memory served right.
They arranged a meeting on a communal quidditch pitch, with someone to chaperone, even if Harry and Draco were both sure that they wanted nothing from the other. It was just what polite society did.
Luckily his dad was able to come along since he'd taken some time off work, and so they had someone to call the game.
Soon, Harry was on his broom, his most prized possession, a firebolt, and in something far more practical than a long gown. They met on the grounds below the goals and his father revealed three snitches. First to catch two out of three would win.
He'd missed the easy company Quidditch provided and the game lasted perhaps a tad bit longer than expected. Each managed to catch one snitch and the third seemingly disappeared into thin air. It was only luck that made Harry see a gleam from below the stands, and he raced to get it just before Draco noticed it too.
The landing was harder than perhaps expected, but Harry rolled with the fall, his broom landing easily next to him. In his hand, the snitch! Draco landed and grinned, head red from exercise and slightly sweaty and James came over to inspect that Harry had won fair and square.
"Who knows, maybe I could go professional!" Harry boasted, even thought they all knew someone of his stand would never be caught dead in an official game. It just wasn't done, and Harry wasn't really all that upset about it. Professional Quidditch tended to lead to a lot of long-term injuries and he'd never been the best with fouls.
His father gave him a celebratory clap on the back and Harry grinned up at him. He'd always admired the easy-going nature of his father, and James in turn absolutely adored Harry. It was rare that children kept such a good relationship with their parents but Harry wouldn't have it any other way. Anyone who wanted to marry him, would have to accept that he would marry his entire family, and Harry wasn’t willing to compromise on that.
Lily shrieks when the Daily Prophet gets delivered the next morning. Front and center is a photo of Harry and Draco, grinning at each other, brooms in hand. James is conveniently cut out of the photo. The accompanying headline reads; Hot and Heavy day out? Malfoy heir and Heiress Potter seen together!
Harry blinks and stares in shock. How? How did Skeeter even get that picture? It made it seem like they'd been intimately flying together, not wrestling for a snitch. James sputtered and jumped up. "I'm calling my solicitor" he murmured before rushing out the door. Harry just stared. He couldn't quite compute how someone would write something so untrue! Especially because he wasn’t betrothed yet, and surely every alpha in Britain would now see him as second rate goods ! There was no mention of James in the article, just some bull-crap surrounding them at the ministry ball. This was libel! It had to be.
Draco's owl arrived only a couple hours later, making clear that he did not intend to wed her, and that they were suing Skeeter as well. Regretfully, the easy friendship between them had obviously taken a damper and Harry mourned for it.
He confirmed no interest in a mating of any kind, but stayed kind throughout. Never let it be said that he didn't know how to be polite!
"Crucio!" Tom growled, as he watched his servant twitch. The morning news had brought him some very disturbing information that no one had cared to inform him of earlier.
"Bring me Lucius, right now" he demanded, and the servant jumped up and ran out the room, still twitching with every step. He wasn’t in a good mood.
Harry was his and no heir of any kind would come between them. He hated how they talked about the Potter heiress in that stupid paper, making him out to be a vapid, stupid, little thing, nothing like the omega Tom had met at that first ball, witty and fire that screamed for someone to tame it—or stoke it, who was he to tell?
The photo of Malfoy and Potter was taunting him, so he set fire to the whole paper, watching with mild satisfaction as it turned into ash.
The clack of boots alerted him to Malfoy’s arrival.
"Ah, Lucius, do enter" he said, a mean grin on his lips.
The pureblood faced him without a single sign of fear and Tom did have to give him some credit for that.
"Minister Riddle"
"Did you neglect to inform me of your son's chosen mate?" he grit out, and was pleased to see annoyance cross Lucius face.
"No, Minister. Skeeter is being sued as we speak. James Potter was present as chaperone, and Draco and Harry where simply playing a game of Quidditch. Draco is to marry Gabrielle Delacour next summer. I assure you nothing happened between them"
Tom hummed. At least some good news. He had had an inkling something was wrong with the paper of course, he could hardly imagine Potter doing something so scandalous as meeting an unbound alpha alone.
"And Mister Potter is suing too, I assume?"
"Yes Minister, I shan't say that Skeeter will stay free much longer" that was the shark-like smile Tom knew so well.
"I suppose that shall suffice. Though I would let you impose on your heir that Potter is mine"
Lucius nodded and turned to leave.
Tom sank back into his chair and thought. He would have to make a move soon or the next piece of gossip on his desk would declare Potter engaged. And that omega was his.
Harry sat by the window, mournfully staring at the rolling hills and the edge of the forest across the grounds. Ever since the picture had appeared in the news, his mother had told him to stay inside, and it was frankly boring. Harry was bored to death and still worried because none of them could figure out who’d taken the photograph in the first place.
His short correspondence with Draco had run dry as well, both of them put off by the scandal and so, Harry didn’t have a lot he could do. He didn’t like painting, or playing the magical harp like his mother had suggested, and he’d scarcely even seen his father, who was now all up in arms with the effort of a coordinated lawsuit. He’d taken to designing different dresses he might wear to the next ball, if only so the Minister would look at him again. He’d never felt so desired as he did, when those red eyes had met his an d his hand had grasped the rose. It had been a fairytale moment and Harry loved chasing that high.
Of course, now he feared he might never find a good match, with his name so in the dirt. Most of magical Britain would likely never hear of the falsity of the article as it was sure to not make front-page and so, all they would remember is him and Draco, living it up together.
With a pencil between his teeth, he stared at his notebook, filled with sketches of long capes and coppery red dresses. Something was missing, but he couldn’t quite figure out what. Frustrated, he let the notebook fall onto his desk. He was going insane! He just wished something would happen!
Maybe the owl’s had a magical sixth sense for Harry’s moods, but just then a house-elf appeared, an official looking parchment-envelope in his hands,
Harry blinked.
“Master is gotten some mail!“
“I see. Thank you, Debby“
He took the letter with a frown. Who would sent Harry mail? Especially through the official address and not his room. It couldn’t be Draco and he hadn’t heard from Luna in ages.
He turned the letter and momentarily lost his grip entirely. Scrambling to catch the precious parchment before it hit the ground, he yelped.
“Minister Riddle?“ He whisper-screamed, noting the emerald green color of the wax. He swallowed, this couldn’t be an official rejection, could it? Surely the Minister knew better than to believe the papers. Didn’t Lucius Malfoy work with him?
With trembling hands, he sat on his bed, breaking the seal carefully. The paper smelled faintly of sandalwood, he noted, and gave it an appreciative whiff.
Unfolding the note, he read:
Heiress Potter,
I am writing to express my distinct interest in a courtship-
Harry squealed.
-ever since your presentation ball, my heart has belonged to you, as I hoped to express with my rose. Considering recent events, I felt it was the right time to formally ask for your hand, for I cannot stand the thought of you belonging to someone else.
I have been so free as to send a second letter to your father, in the hopes that he would accept my proposal so that we might meet sooner than later.
All the best wishes,
My love,
Tom Marvolo Riddle,
current Minister of the Ministry of Magic, and Alpha Mugwump
Harry’s heart stopped, before beating at least twice as fast as before. He couldn’t belief he’d gotten quite this lucky. The Minister of Magic wanted him, Harry Potter, to be his wife, his right hand, his omega! His wife. A million butterflies seemed to swarm inside his stomach and Harry’s face got impossibly red.
He was going to be courted by Tom Riddle, the most handsomest wizard three times over according to Witch Weekly and Omega #1. He’d dethroned Gilderoy Lockhart as the crush of the century, and he wanted Harry.
Jumping up, he held the letter pressed flat against his chest as he ran towards the common area.
His mother, predictably, sat on the couch, reading one of her many romances, and only looked up when harry came tumbling in.
“Is something of the matter, love?“ She asked, and Harry held out the paper.
She quickly scanned it before looking back up at Harry, a sense of pride in her eyes.
“Oh honey, these are wonderful news. I knew some stupid paper couldn’t ruin what’s evident to anyone you meet, you are so wonderful!“
Harry blushed even further and hugged his mom. He’d been plagued by doubts for days now, but he needn’t have worried.
Just then, James entered, a letter of his own in hand. Seeing his wife and son hugging closely, he grinned, joining in.
“Riddle, huh?“ He asked and Harry could only nod.
A snowy white owl interrupted Tom in his studies of the newest legal proposal of the winzengamot.
He was unfamiliar with it, but the distraction was welcome, and so he opened the window himself.
The owl entered gracefully, landing on his desk and spreading one leg out for him to untie the parchment connected to it.
He let a bowl of water appear and then turned his attention to the letter, it’s white surface unblemished except for a single word.
~Riddle
He raised an eyebrow but continued. He got a lot of mail, much more than one might expect at first, but he was the Minister of magical Britain and quite renowned around the world. Anyone could send him mail, though only the vetted letters could pass his charms.
But…that smell, he’d know anywhere. He smiled. The Potters, yes.
Minister Riddle,
My son was quite pleased with your proposal and if he so favors you, I will comply with his wishes. I grant you his hand in courtship first and cordially invite you to soirée tomorrow at eight at the Potter Manor.
We look forward to meeting you,
J. Potter,
Head of the most Ancient and Nobel house of Potter and Peverell,
Master of Transfigurations,
Acting guardian of Omega Harry James Potter
Tom hummed with satisfaction; Yes, this would do.
He clapped;
“Coffy, do be so nice as to pull out my damson robes, would you? “
Harry brimmed with energy. Everything was happening so fast and he still couldn’t quite belief his luck. His father had of course accepted the courtship and now they would meet once more.
Nervously, he smoothed out an invisible wrinkle in his viridian green gown, which he’d finished only an hour or so ago. The manor was smelling heavenly, and his mouth had started watering hours ago. He could barely wait a moment longer and he glanced back at the grandfather clock in the corner. Any minute now, the Minister of Magic would appear on their porch, ready to propose to Harry.
He’d spent the entire day yesterday, alternating sending frantic letters to any and all friends he had, including Draco, and ironing out what he would wish for in a mating contract, should there be one.
The thought of his heats no longer being spent all alone in his room made his stomach drop in a different way entirely and he quickly tried to think of something less…arousing. Crossing and uncrossing his legs, he played with the heirloom necklace across his throat, the one with the little sparkling diamond on it.
He jumped up when the bell rang and he heard Debby’s mousy voice greeting a guest with a rather deep voice. A natural blush spread across his cheeks as he quickly walked to the living room, where his mother was already waiting. He quickly found his seat next to her and tried to hide just how nervous he really was. The scent charm they all used must have been working overtime to hide it now, but it had never failed him before and hopefully never would.
Lily’s hand on his knee was a calming presence as he straightened his back and watched the door. His father had met Riddle at the door, as was typical and the both of them only rose when the alphas entered.
Riddle was just as imposing as always, tall and impossibly slender, even a few inches above James in height, and his eyes were piercingly red. Harry lowered his head quickly and felt his mother doing the same. They were in the privacy of their own home so no curtsey was expected but Harry kind of felt like doing one anyway.
The new alpha stepped forward the slightest bit and gave a surprised Harry a bouquet of peonies.
“I thought you might like these, Omega“
They were beautiful flowers and Harry thanked him profusely. Debby took them from him as they sat down, but Harry could see them appear in a vase from the corner of his eyes.
In the proceeding conversation, Riddle’s eyes didn’t stray from his face once.
He was watching the omega, maybe even assessing if he’d made the right choice. But Harry had grown up in these circles and he was confident in his worth. He was a good omega, a good catch. His position was far up the food-chain, and he was an excellent wizard all things considered.
His father was cold, but not impolite, as expected and Harry nodded along. He didn’t need to talk right now, and truthfully he didn’t know what he would have said, even if he could.
Debby announced dinner with a bell and soft music filled the dining room. Riddle pulled out Harry’s chair and Harry could practically hear his mother glow with approval.
“So, Riddle, tell us a bit more about you“ James proposed, as the first course was served.
“I suppose you already know quite a lot, I have not been afforded much privacy as of late“ he mused, one long elegant hand grasping a golden-gleaming fork. Harry took a sip of wine and tried to not grimace. He hated red wine, no matter the occasion. He much preferred butter-beer or even white wine if need must. He swallowed anyway.
“I am Minister by choice, of course, and I do like my profession quite a bit. I have always been quite the ambitious person, and my aim has always been to be the best at whatever I attempt.“
The Minister went on and James nodded in approval. Like this, Harry could scarcely belief he was the same father that went flying with Harry whenever he wanted, rolling in mud whenever possible, teasing him and joking around with his friends.
His foot beneath the table couldn’t quiet stop tapping even though Lily had send him a look twice now. He was just nervous.
“As of late, I haven’t quite had the time for many of my hobbies, but I do enjoy the occasional game of chess, or even poker. I also quite like to cook, no matter how uncommon that might be. It is almost as satisfying as potions.“
Harry hadn’t known that, but he was pleased to hear it. Of course, none of them had any need to cook, but a good omega could cook, and Lily and him had spent quite some time in the kitchen. Harry wasn’t particularly talented, but he could appreciate an alpha who wasn’t afraid of a traditionally omegan activity.
“Oh? What is a favorite dish of yours? I’m sure we’d love to try it on some occasion“ Lily asked, honey-sweet smile on her lips. She was testing him too, Harry realized, in her own special way. She was trying to make sure Riddle wasn’t just telling them stories.
“I am partial to a beef-ragu, or even a stew on occasion.“ Came the easy answer. Harry himself loved all things pumpkin but beef ragu did sound delicious.
—
The dinner went off without a hitch, the conversation easy, though Harry didn't add much. He was just as happy observing his courter, seeing his reactions. Harry had been serious in his claim that his alpha would need to be agreeable with his family. So far, no issues had arisen.
As the night reached its end, Riddle took ahold of Harry’s hand, just to blow a gentle kiss across lily-white skin. Harry’s eyes widened and he curtseyed before nearly jumping backwards. He didn’t start breathing again until Riddle had gone and apparated away. This alpha.
Things couldn’t have gone better. The beauty of the Heiress Potter had only grown since the last time Tom had seen him and that shade of green . He’d nearly lost all face when he saw it. Already, he dressed like he’d been claimed and merlin— Tom couldn’t wait.
His family was a slight nuisance but the boy clearly loved his parents dearly and Tom could deal with them for the grand price of Harry’s love. That fire had been there again, and all Tom wanted was to break the icy facade of the omega, to get him writhing and groaning, coming undone entirely by Tom’s hands.
Luckily, typical courtship periods weren’t all that long, a few months at most and then Harry Potter would be Harry Riddle, and the omega would have his bite on. His neck, proclaiming to anyone who cared to see that Harry was His.
He finished his most recent letter to his love, and ached for just one more second of his lips on the omega’s skin, holding him close, flush against his body, towering over him, protecting him, having him.
Tom was not a man of love, he was not gentle and when something arose his notice, he needed it to be his. He hadn’t lied when he said he was ambitious and he did not settle for second best ever.
With the official announcement of their courtship, Harry had gotten a few more privileges. For one, it wasn’t considered scandalous to exchange letters, even daily, with his betrothed. He could write as often as he wanted and Tom-Minister Riddle wanted him to call him Tom-had yet to get annoyed with him.
Truthfully, he hadn’t known all that much about Tom before, but now? He knew practically everything there was to know. Tom was an incredibly funny person, with a very sharp sense of humor and a possessive streak a mile long. But that didn’t bother Harry one bit.
Neither did the many jewels he got. Almost every morning Debby received another package with precious gleaming stones, all dedicated to Harry. Traditionally, only one or two pieces would have been needed to proof that Tom could provide for Harry, but after he started, he simply never stopped. Harry was wearing a velvet red choker with a ruby the size of a babies fist right now, and he fingered it whenever he thought about it. Most of the pieces strategically covered his scent glands, the place a bite would be in a few months. It was jewelry he could wear after marriage, to places most would deem it indecent to show a bite. Lily wore a lot of pieces from the Potter vault, and everyday her approval of Tom grew.
And it wasn’t like Harry didn’t love the stones. He loved how they glittered, loved their size, their weight, almost like a constant reminder.
He’d had a lot of fun designing outfits for each piece, something that would match that he could wear out and about. Ginny had squealed the first time she saw him with a long thin chain, made up entirely of sapphires. He knew she’d love it almost as much as he did, and together they giggled about his admirer for her entire visit.
Even Hermione had loved them, once they’d met up in Diagon Alley. He’d deposited most of them in his private vault of course, most far too precious to just wear casually, but some pieces he kept home.
On the day of their first official chaperoned picnic, Debby appeared at the breakfast table with a Eton-blue box which Harry opened with utmost care.
His jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he found a slender tiara inside. It was beautiful, sapphire and diamond on a golden band, sparkling like nothing he’d ever seen before-except it did look somewhat familiar. The note next to it, told him to wear it for their wedding-their wedding-but the next part was nearly more astounding.
“Mom, that’s Ravenclaw’s Diadem“ he whisper-shouted and Lily dropped her fork. Pushing her chair back she rushed over to look at the diadem on her own. Her eyes grew round and she nodded.
“Yes, it does- it does look like that, sweetheart“
With trembling hands, he lifted it out of the box, and onto his head.
The feeling was off—not unpleasant but almost like the sorting-hat maybe? Just without the incessant chattering. The real world filtered out for just a moment and Harry knew he was on the right path. The knowledge didn’t come from him, it came from the piece of jewelry on his head of course, but that made it almost better.
“It definitely works“ he commented after a second and found his mothers eyes.
“This boy…“ she shook her head exasperatedly.
“It’s only what Harry deserves“ James said, though he did seem quite enamored with the Tiara himself.
Harry laughed.
The day of the claiming couldn’t come fast enough, in Tom’s opinion. For three months now, they’d been meeting a few times a week, chatting casually under the watchful eyes of James and Lily, or on one very memorable occasion, Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather. Very…charming man, that he was.
It did something to him, to see Harry with his jewels around his neck and ear and wrist-almost like a claiming before the actual one happened. And it worked— Tom could confirm that no one had dared to approach Harry at the last ball, not even the Malfoy-heir. They’d danced precisely twice, and it hadn’t gone unnoticed in society that his vermillion robes had matched quite fabulously with the red of the stones around Harry’s throat.
Tom was a fabulous dancer of course, and so was Harry, so they had put on a bit of a show. The next time the papers had posted Harry’s name, it had been to announce their betrothal, and no one dared to mention that Malfoy-brat anymore.
And now, now they were truly going to be one, Harry was going to be his. The mating was scheduled in two days time and so the wedding would happen tomorrow.
Severus would serve as one witness, Sirius as the other. Tom didn’t have much of a family he had seen any sense or need, to invite and so he’d filled his side with his most trusted allies, whilst Harry’s side was filled with a quite extensive list of friends and family. But tom could care less who saw them, he just wanted to be sure that Harry would belong to him.
The letters from his little love had seized for the night and he was sure Harry was Currently getting pampered with treatment after treatment. Lily was quite the omega to reckon with and of course a beauty in her own right.
Tom was still working but it wasn’t too late yet and even as the Minister of Magic he couldn’t take quite as much time off as he might wish for. One week, he’d given himself, to devour Harry as much as possible and then he would return to work.
Currently, the house-elfs were readying his own manor for their new omega, as Harry had sent quite the list of requirements for his new home. Tom humored him. He would spent far more time in it, than he did, after all. And of course, one couldn’t forget their future children.
He stopped writing mid-sentence just to take a second to fantasize about their children. He wasn’t sure if Harry would take in his first heat, or if he even wanted the omega too, but he was sure that at some point there would be at least one new Riddle, if not more. He had the money and the space, why not?
Returning to work was far harder than it should have been, but for the rest of the night Harry didn’t stray from his thoughts once.
The snowflakes danced outside the grand window, almost in tandem with the flames of the many candles in his dressing room.
Harry had never looked better in his humble opinion. His ringlets curled in a defined way for once, the diadem sat on top of them as if it had spontaneously manifested there, and his face a fresh flushed color. His dress was tasteful and silky white, with coverings on his shoulders and a modest front but a low cut back, all overcast with a long veil that hid his face for the most part. He loved it and he felt spectacular, despite it being so close to his heat. His mother hadn’t stopped crying since they’d woken up this morning and James had even shed a few tears. But now, everyone was smiling, Harry was smiling. The music started up again and locked together with his father, he went down the carpet to his future mate.
Tom looked as marvelous as ever in his dark robe, eyes glistening and red as blood, and oh merlin, Harry really had fallen in love with him. He’d never thought he even had a chance and now he was marrying the most eligible bachelor in all of wizarding Britain.
“I now pronounce you alpha and omega, husband and wife“
And suddenly, his veil was lifted and soft lips found his own, dipping him deep into the kiss. A strong hand holding him at the waist and the people started applauding.
Harry looked up at his husband and all he could do was grin, the diadem confirming that he couldn’t have made a better choice.
He was Tom’s and Tom was his.