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A low groan then tore past Harry’s lips. He was too warm. The sheets were sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He could feel a thick sheen of sweat glistening on him. The living room around him was spinning. It was spinning, and he felt terribly queasy. 

“Merlin’s beard,” Harry groaned. He clutched at his head weakly. 

He was buried beneath a massive pile of blankets. He was cocooned in them as he wiggled about like a flobberworm. He was still drunk. Harry didn’t even know how that was possible. It had to have been hours… hours since he had passed out…

Gentle waves of sunlight then dripped inside his living room. They crested over him in a swell of warmth. He was so sweaty and hot. 

Harry then moaned miserably. 

He was on his living room sofa. He was bundled up tightly with a few wine bottles sprawled about on the floor. Had he really gotten drunk on wine? Usually, it was rum or firewhiskey… or a nice bottle of spiced mead… or bottled butterbeer… 

A soft hum sounded in his throat. He then perched his head on the armrest of the sofa. He glanced around the living room again. 

It was a complete mess. 

There were pillows scattered around the room, and a lot of books and other trinkets strewn across the floor. One of their potted plants had been knocked over, and a spray of dirt surrounded it. His poor dittany plant. He wouldn't be able to harvest its leaves now. They were hanging so limply…

Harry then hung his head over the armrest. He was still tipsy and dizzy and…

“Mother?” a low voice reached his ears. He then looked over and saw that Tom had entered the living room. The young Alpha was staring at him with blank eyes. 

Harry then winced. 

Right. 

He had gotten drunk while Tom was home for the Christmas holidays. He had gotten drunk with his teenage son in the house. He was a terrible mother. 

“Er, Tom,” Harry stuttered, a flustered hitch rising in his voice. “I didn’ mean to ge’ so sloshed. ‘Mm sorry, Tom,” he slurred. “I’m sorry.” 

Harry then cursed under his breath. He swiped uselessly at his forehead. He was still too drunk. He needed a Pepperup Potion. Now. 

He looked at Tom with an apologetic expression. He then ran his fingers through his curls. 

“Tom,” Harry murmured. “D’you think you could ‘rew me…” Harry’s voice then faded away as he noticed that Tom had his wand in his hand. 

The Alpha had walked over to the attached kitchen, grabbing a few slices of bread and then Accioing a green mug straight out of the cupboard and into his hand. He pointed Harry’s wand at the mug. 

“Aguamenti,” Tom whispered. A small spurt of water then shot from the wand. It filled the mug with a serene trickle. It was Tom’s mug. It was the green mug that Harry had purchased for him right before he had left for Hogwarts. 

Tom had been so small then. He had been so contrite about leaving Harry’s side. So uncertain. Tom. His Tom. His precious pup. 

Tom then looked at Harry with a strange gleam in his eyes. 

“It’s alright, mother,” Tom said slowly. “You have never handled your alcohol well. I don’t mind taking care of you.” The Alpha then approached him carefully. He lowered himself until he was at Harry’s eye level. 

“You were an impish little thing,” Tom remarked, a playful smile pooling on him. “You were dancing all night.” His gaze then raked over Harry. 

Harry shuddered. He blinked at Tom blearily. 

His son had a breathtaking scent. He smelled like freshly-plucked oranges and dark chocolate. It reminded him of the Christmas season… of every Christmas that he had spent at Hogwarts… chocolate oranges splayed on every table in the Great Hall… 

His Tom smelled like his home. 

“You shouldn’t have to t-take care of me,” Harry replied morosely. “I shouldn’t have gotten so… so drunk…” A frown then flitted over Harry’s features. 

“Did you ‘ake my wand?” Harry asked tightly.  He stared at Tom as sternly as he could. “You need to ask before you ‘ake my belongings! I thought I taught you that!” 

He imagined that he had to look ridiculous based on the smile twitching across Tom’s face. 

He could picture his curls swaying as he glared angrily at the Alpha. His hair was dishevelled like an owl ruffling up its feathers. He was perturbed. Fuzzy. 

Tom then nudged a slice of bread against Harry’s lips. Harry opened his mouth, a sullen glower pulling at his features. He wasn’t a… a bird…

“M’not an owl, Tom,” Harry mumbled. He then gave Tom’s fingers a mean nip. “And you’re not a magpie! Don’t s’eal from me.”

A low noise rumbled in Tom’s throat. His pupils expanded as he shoved the bread further into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s eyes then widened as he choked on the bread. 

“Mmph,” Harry moaned. “Tom!” 

The Alpha’s eyes were darkening. He no longer had brown pools of coffee. Instead, the irises staring back at him were an unsettling black. 

Harry then swallowed the bread thickly. Tears gathered in his eyes. 

The living room was spinning again. 

Tom was spinning. 

The Alpha’s eyes were now a scarlet red…

A hand then landed on the top of his head. Tom swept his fingers through his curls, a concerned tilt to his mouth as he tousled Harry’s unruly strands. 

“Are you alright, mother?” Tom asked kindly. He patted Harry on the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to choke you. I just lost control of myself.” 

“Hm,” Harry scoffed. “Really? You seemed perfectly fine to me.” 

Tom then offered him a slow sip of water. He eyed Tom as he drank from the mug. The Alpha had a troubled furrow to his brow, a tight purse to his lips, and Harry felt as his insides softened. Tom was truly a good son to him. He had always done his very best to make Harry proud. 

The fourteen-year-old was everything that Harry had ever dreamed of. He was what Harry had wanted when he had travelled back in time to the past. 

A small drop of water then slid past Harry’s lips. Tom swiped a finger over the droplet, smearing it before resting his finger back at Harry’s mouth. He pressed gently at the flushed skin. Harry shivered.

The Tom Riddle of his world would’ve never done this for anyone. He wouldn’t have helped anyone out, especially not a drunken Omega. 

Harry had such a good son. 

He hiccuped loudly, a hot blush rushing into his cheeks. He leaned down and nibbled on another piece of bread. His pup was beside him. He was being fed and cared for by his son. 

Harry had done his duty to the wizarding world. 

Tom was a changed man. He was sure of it. 

Harry then leaned into Tom’s palm, a soft breath escaping him. He nudged his nose along the Alpha’s skin. It was the perfect temperature. Tom’s skin was nice and cool against his flesh… refreshing against his heated features. 

He mouthed at Tom’s palm and then kissed it slowly. He bit his fingers. Tom. His Tom. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Harry murmured. He pressed another kiss to Tom’s hand, bumping his cheek against the chill skin. “You’re so good, Tom,” Harry whispered, “taking care of me. You’re my son. You’re such a caring pup.” 

Another rush of dizziness then swelled over Harry. He whined tiredly as he sighed, the corners of his lips twitching. “You’re a very… good boy, Tom.” His glasses then pinched at his skin as the frames smushed into him. He lolled his head to look up at Tom. 

The Slytherin was eerily still. A dark flush had begun to pool in his cheeks; two torrid suns; a pair of scarlet apples; the fruit that tricked young, feeble Omegas into just one taste. 

Tom was so cute and red. 

Harry wanted to take a bite out of him. 

“You’re a Tom-ato,” Harry breathed. He looked up at Tom through his lashes. “Adorable.”

A humiliated breath rushed out of Tom. Wide-eyed, he dug his fingers back into Harry’s curls, tugging on them with a flustered look. The surprise on Tom’s face then darkened into a predatory smirk. He purred languidly as he petted the top of Harry’s head. 

The Alpha then leaned in close to him. A warm breath brushed up against Harry’s ear. He shivered. 

“You’re drooling,” Tom replied, a red glint flashing in his eyes. He smirked cruelly. “It’s adorable.” 

Harry then hiccuped. “Wha?” he slurred. “You’re such a… a swot.” Harry’s hand then landed on Tom’s chest. “Tell me about last night…” A finger twisted one of Harry’s curls. 

“Hm,” Tom hummed. “Are you sure that you want to know about it?” The Alpha had a smug tilt to his smirk now. He was staring at Harry with a look of deep satisfaction. “It was awfully embarrassing for you, you know.” 

“Noo,” Harry whined. He then buried his face pitifully into the armrest. “M’sure that I was a very good drunk. I was eloquent… a-and motherly…” He waved his hand listlessly. 

Harry then peeked up at Tom and saw that the Alpha’s eyes were burning. It looked like he had a maelstrom of Fiendfyre trapped in his gaze. He was staring at Harry so silently. Harry then purred dizzily. Everything was warping around him again. 

“You had a lot of wine last night,” Tom began. “You kept running all over the place, and I had to chase you multiple times. You would try and dodge me while purring at me to catch you. It was very silly of you.”

Guilt then slammed inside Harry’s chest painfully. The sound that then left him was full of agony. It sounded like he had forced Tom into a courtship ritual. He had forced the Alpha into a mating run. Omegas would often flee from the Alphas that they desired and spur them into racing after them. The Alpha would then claim the Omega upon catching them and pining them down. It was a tradition as old as time. 

“Oh, Tom,” Harry croaked. “I’m sorry. I’m so… so sorry…” A cool nose then bumped against Harry’s cheek. Tom was smiling as he rubbed his nose against him. 

“Mother,” the Alpha whispered. “You were beyond inebriated. You could not have been held responsible for your actions. You were so giggly and sweet. You were gone.” The Slytherin’s nose then brushed against Harry’s in a purposeful caress. It was soothing against Harry’s heated skin. 

“You then began to dance around our flat wildly,” Tom purred. “You asked me to dance with you. You kept asking, again and again. I then held you in my arms while you giggled and swayed about like a pixie.” 

No.

Harry then tried to rear back from Tom, but the Alpha’s fingers were fisted in his curls, holding him in place. The Slytherin’s eyes were glistening with affection. Harry stilled. He then watched as the Alpha tilted the mug against his lips again. 

It was Tom’s mug. He was drinking from Tom’s mug. 

Why hadn't the Alpha just taken out Harry’s own mug from the cabinet? 

“You kept tugging on my arms,” Tom breathed. “You kept encouraging me to dance… pleading with me to have fun…” A raspy sound frayed through his voice. 

Harry swallowed another mouthful of water.

It was cool and refreshing, just like Tom’s nose had been. 

“We slowdanced for quite a while that night,” Tom sighed. “I had to hold you upright. You kept snickering and collapsing in my arms. I then took you over to the couch.” 

An amused glint flashed in Tom’s eyes. 

“You were a drunken mess there too,” the Alpha said blithely. 

“Stop!” Harry hissed. “I’ve heard enough, Tom! I don’t need to know everything...” His mouth then opened uselessly. A wave of embarrassment rushed into his cheeks. 

It was at times like these that he regretted taking Tom from the orphanage. 

He had begun to drink heavily after the Battle at Hogwarts. It was easier to drink than to remember the loved ones that he had lost. He felt lighter when he drank. Better. 

A tingling warm would settle over his skin, and he’d be able to laugh again. He’d be able to smile at Ron and not see Fred’s freckled face staring back at him. He’d be able to play with Teddy and not think of Remus or Tonks. He wouldn’t see Snape in every greasy git that he met. He wouldn’t see Colin Creevey in every overzealous reporter that he talked to. 

He had thought that maybe, just maybe, he would stop drinking if he had a child to raise. He would start to recover and find himself again. He would find purpose in a calling that was higher than himself. Higher than the bottle. 

Tom hadn’t done any of that. 

Instead, as he raised Tom, he found himself loving the boy as best as he could, while still drinking as often as he could. Tom seemed to just know whenever Harry was doubting himself and regretting taking him from Wool’s Orphanage. He’d stay close to Harry and refuse to leave his side. 

The Alpha would scent him like pups often did to their dams. 

It was sweet.

And Harry was proud of Tom. His son had grown into an excellent Alpha. 

Tom then kissed him tenderly on the forehead. He looked at Harry fondly. 

“You should go back to sleep, mother,” the Alpha whispered. “You have had a long night, and you need your rest.” His brow softened. “Let me brew you some potions.”

“What abou’ you?” Harry asked thickly. He wiggled forward. “You need your rest too!”

“I will be alright,” Tom replied. He then gave Harry a meaningful look. “I deeply enjoy taking care of my Omega. It is immensely satisfying.” A confident purr then rumbled in Tom’s throat.

Harry crooned in response. 

He liked what Tom was saying. It made him feel all lightheaded and giddy. Tom was his son. His precious pup. His Alpha. And Harry was his Omega. His mother. 

It made perfect sense in his head. 

A yawn then dripped lazily past his lips. 

“Good night, Tom,” Harry muttered. His eyelids then fluttered shut. He felt as Tom’s hand landed on his cheek. It tilted his face up. Harry sighed. 

Someone was kissing him. 

It was a warm and slow kiss. He could feel the hand on his cheek trembling. The stranger then pressed an uncertain peck to the corner of Harry’s lips. 

Harry smiled. 

He then leaned into the kiss, a gentle warmth unfurling in his chest. His fingertips were tingling as he was bestowed with multiple searing caresses. He then kissed the stranger back just as sweetly. The kisses tasted like mint. 

Harry then sleepily opened his mouth. He whined as he felt a tongue slip inside him. It was so wet. Harry then slid his own tongue against the one in his mouth. He trembled as he curled around it. He sucked on it. 

It had been so long since he had last kissed anyone. 

It felt so good. 

His cunt was now dripping against his briefs. He was… was…

The stranger then moaned into Harry’s mouth. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at them. The Alpha was panting against Harry’s lips. He was drooling as he licked his way inside him. His cheeks were a vivid and lively red. It was Tom. 

Oh.

He was just dreaming. 

Harry had really fallen asleep fast. 

Tom then growled as he licked Harry’s lips messily. He nipped at his skin. 

The harsh touch then sent a thrill of desire coursing through him. He then licked the length of Tom’s cheek with a loud purr. He lapped at the Alpha’s lips and chin. 

Tom’s teeth then knocked against Harry’s as he locked their lips together. They continued to kiss wetly. 

The world then grew dark as Harry found himself drifting off. 

It looked like he was falling… even further asleep…

How funny. 

***

He felt so good. 

A soft noise then escaped from Harry’s lips. He tilted his head back. He still felt terribly sleepy. His eyelids were shut as he squirmed uselessly on the couch. He whined hoarsely. There was someone on top of him. 

Harry then blearily opened his eyes. He was now on his back on the couch. Tom was panting above him, the planes of his cheeks scarlet. Harry blinked slowly. 

He was still dreaming then. 

“What are you doing?” Harry asked groggily. “Did you finish ‘crewing me… some potions…” a pleasant tingle then trickled down Harry’s spine. He sighed mirthfully. 

His stomach felt really strange. His cunt too. 

Tom’s curls were mussed with sweat. A satisfied look then came over his features. He leaned in close as he pressed a warm kiss to Harry’s forehead. The slight movement then caused a ripple of pleasure to thrum through Harry. He felt so full and wet. 

“Wha?” Harry slurred. He looked up at Tom. “Why do I feel so… so good?” 

Tom then chirped in response. The young Alpha dragged his nose across Harry’s cheek. He then kissed the tip of Harry’s nose playfully. He nipped it. He looked terribly delighted. 

A certain darkness then clouded over the Alpha’s gaze. His grip on the sheets tightened.  

“That will be because I am inside you, mother,” Tom murmured. He then rocked his hips forward, and a bolt of pleasure pulsed deep inside Harry. He moaned helplessly as he clumsily raised his hips. 

His cunt was drooling onto the sheets beneath him. 

It was pulling in Tom’s cock as desperately as it could. 

“I am finally inside you, Harry,” Tom groaned. “You’re so tight inside! It feels so good, Mum…” A hoarse noise then trembled out of Tom. The Alpha had him in a mating press. Harry’s thighs were pressed against his own chest, and his feet were dangling past Tom’s shoulders.

He then glanced down at where the Alpha was inside him. 

“Mhm,” Harry mumbled. “My pussy’s all warm. ‘Mm all wet. Did you come in me?” 

Tom then threw his head back with a groan. The Alpha’s fangs were peeking out as he breathed heavily. 

“N-No,” Tom rasped. “I haven’t come in you yet, mother… I only just went inside you.” A whine then echoed in the back of Tom’s throat. He then began to pound his cock inside Harry clumsily. 

It was the awkward thrusts of a virgin. It was clear to him that the Tom in his dream hadn’t been with anyone yet. He was as young as he looked. 

Harry’s cunt then tightened around Tom. He sighed dreamily. He liked the way that Tom’s thrusts stuttered. It had his cunt pooling around the teenager’s cock. He really was soaking wet. 

“Mm, feels good,” Harry hiccuped. “Feels tingly! I feel all loose inside…” Harry’s brow then lightly furrowed. He pushed at Tom’s chest weakly as his cunt spasmed. “I think I’m, ah… gonna come!”

Tom’s stumbling thrusts then came to a halt. He looked at Harry with a truly fervent expression. Harry then felt as Tom’s dick twitched inside him. It was throbbing inside Harry needily. 

“Shall I stop?” Tom asked coolly. “I wouldn’t want you to make a mess. I know that you’ve never liked having a messy house.” 

“You’re such a… a prat, Tom!” Harry groaned. He then dragged his nails down the Alpha’s chest. He clawed at his skin and smirked as he felt Tom twitch inside him again. Harry then rolled back onto Tom’s cock with a purposeful moan. 

His pup was desperate for it. 

The Alpha’s cock was throbbing inside him. 

“I s’pose we can stop, Tom,” Harry said sadly. “I wouldn’t want to get you all dirty! Let’s clean up and…” A gasp then tore from Harry’s lips. Tom had pushed himself further inside him. The head of Tom’s cock was nudging at Harry’s cervix. 

It felt so good. 

“Are you sure that you want to stop?” Tom asked kindly. “You look like you are very comfortable right now, mother.” A smile twitched at the Alpha’s lips. “Are you gonna take my load? Let it fill you up?”

“Haah,” Harry whined. He then jerked his hips backward onto Tom’s cock. It felt so big inside him. “N-No, Tom!” Harry breathed. “You can pull out of me! I know that’s what you want. Just do it.” 

Tom’s pupils then dilated, and the Alpha rolled his cock forward again. 

“You’re so perfect, mother,” Tom whispered. His eyes then softened as he stared at Harry. The blush on his face turned into a delightful pink. “You’re so important to me. No one will ever mean as much to me as you do.” The Alpha then swiped his thumb under Harry’s left eye, over the delicate skin there. His touch was exceedingly gentle. 

A low purr then sounded in Harry’s throat. He looked at the young Alpha sweetly. He loved Tom so much. He loved his son. His pup. 

“You’re so good to me, Tom,” Harry moaned. “Such a good boy. You’re always ‘aking care of me.” His feet then landed on Tom’s shoulders, and he shifted them up and down. He rubbed them on Tom. 

It was in that moment that the Alpha snapped. Tom then drove his cock inside Harry brutally, his lips twisting, eyes searing as he panted at the Omega’s ear. The sound of it was obscene. He could hear their hips grinding together wetly as Tom bred him. 

“A-Ah, there!” Harry shouted, a flustered wobble in his voice. “K-Keep moving! Mhm… M-Make me a Mommy!” His feet then flew off Tom’s shoulders as they dangled shakily in the air. 

“That’s it, Harry,” Tom groaned. “You’re doing so well, mother…” A thick sheen of sweat then glistened on his skin. His curls were swaying as he panted with every thrust. “Look at you, m-mother... You’re so beautiful. Mine. All Mine.”

“P-Please, give it to me,” Harry croaked. Tears then swam in his eyes. “N-Need it! Feels big. You’re so hnn… big! Too big!”  Harry then bucked beneath Tom helplessly. His cunt was so loose around the Alpha’s dick. It felt so wet. He was gushing around the Slytherin. He was dripping onto the couch. 

“Take it,” Tom replied, a ragged breath tearing from him. He was driving his hips forward frantically. He looked mad as he clung to Harry desperately. “You’re so perfect. You feel so good around me. You feel so perfect, Mum…” Tom’s voice then faded away in a huff. 

He kissed Harry’s forehead sloppily, a tongue sliding out and licking at the skin. He then shoved his nose into Harry’s curls and inhaled loudly. The Alpha moaned. 

“G’nna come!” Harry whined hoarsely. A pressure was building in his navel. “I want it inside! A-Ah, Tom! Hngh!” His cunt felt like it was about to break. It would snap and he would leak all over Tom’s lap. He would dirty the couch. 

Tom’s knot then caught at Harry’s entrance. The two of them sighed blissfully in unison. 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—

With a harsh breath, the Alpha then pushed his knot inside him. It scraped at Harry’s cunt as it filled him completely. He was so full of his son. He was aching from it. 

The head of Tom’s cock then nudged at his cervix. The gentle touch sent him spiraling. It sent a vicious heat bleeding through his veins. 

Harry then arched off the bed with a delirious moan. He dug his nails into Tom’s skin madly as he came. His thighs were trembling and jittering against his own chest. He was drowning in the warmth of his orgasm. He was lost in it. 

Tom’s come was so warm inside him. It was pooling up against his cervix. It was filling him up. 

He was gonna have a baby with Tom. 

He was gonna become round and full with his pups. 

“Hngh, uh,” Harry moaned. 

“Did you like that?” Tom breathed. “Was it good for you, mother?” A possessive hand then slid over Harry’s chest. The Alpha was tiredly rocking his hips forward. He was pushing his come further inside him. It would fill Harry’s womb. It would fill him with pups. 

Harry nodded his head. 

It had felt very good. 

“You’re such a good boy, Tom… making me come, ah,” Harry sighed. He then shifted beneath Tom and whined as he felt the Alpha’s knot throb in him. It was so thick and heavy. 

“Can you pull out of me?” Harry asked breathlessly. “I think I need to, uh… pee…” An embarrassed crack then broke in his voice. He felt far too full. The Omega felt like he was about to burst. 

Tom’s eyes then suddenly sharpened. He looked at Harry with a strange glint in his eyes. The Alpha then wetted his lips. Slowly, he placed his hand down on Harry’s stomach. He petted it soothingly. 

“Really?” Tom whispered. “I suppose it makes sense. You have had a lot to drink, after all, mother.” A quiet breath then spilled from Tom’s lips. “How perfect.” 

Then, before Harry could ask what the Alpha meant, Tom pressed his palm down on Harry’s stomach. A terrible pressure surged in his navel, and a pained moan tore from him. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” Tom crooned. “Do you need me to help you? Do you need your son to help you pee?” A sympathetic smile lifted at Tom’s lips. He stroked Harry’s stomach again. “I can make you feel all better. I can help you release, mother.” 

“No, that’s filthy,” Harry croaked weakly. “Please, don’t!” He then frantically shook his head. The Alpha had begun to press down on Harry’s bladder again. “No, Tom! I’s gross!”

Harry then hiccuped wetly as he peed around Tom’s knot. It soaked into both of their clothes and down onto the couch. The front of Tom’s trousers were completely drenched. Harry then squirmed in embarrassment. It was so humiliating...

They were both soaked in Harry’s fluids. It was clinging to both of them. 

The worst part was that it had felt kind of nice. 

It had felt good to release that painful pressure. 

“Why?” Harry sobbed. “Why would you do that? Sss… gross!” Harry then buried his face into his hands. He couldn’t believe that he had peed himself. It was so… so…

“It’s okay, Harry,” Tom said sweetly. He then splayed his hand across Harry’s stomach. “You really needed to pee, and it was going to be a while before my knot deflated. I just wanted to help you! I wanted to take care of you.” 

Tom’s eyes then darkened. “Look at the mess you made, mother,” Tom groaned. “I’m all wet from your little accident. You made us both so sticky.” 

With an enraged hiss, Harry flung himself onto Tom. He scratched at the Alpha’s shoulders until there were red lines marred in his flesh. His cheeks were blazing as he clawed at Tom’s back. 

Harry then stilled. 

Did this mean that he had actually peed himself? 

He didn’t know what he’d do if he woke up and the couch was soaked. 

“Bollocks,” Harry cursed. “I need to s’op… sstop drinking so much.”

A small smile appeared on Tom’s face. He glanced at Harry’s navel, and the Omega instinctively flinched. “You will stop drinking,” Tom murmured, “if I put a baby in you, Harry, won’t you?” 

The statement rang loudly in the living room. 

Harry shivered. 

He would stop drinking if Tom got him pregnant. He wouldn’t be able to do that to his pup. The guilt would be impossible to bear if he drank while pregnant. 

It would be such a small life; a life depending wholly on him. 

Harry’s wand then appeared in Tom’s hand. The Alpha pointed it at the side of Harry’s head, a concerned furrow to his brow. “You should get some rest, mother,” Tom said calmly. “You really do need it.” 

A boyish flush then crept up into his ears. The Slytherin was staring at Harry as if he had given him his very magic. He was looking at Harry and recalling every time that the Omega had soothed his scrapes and bruises. His caring mother. Tom’s lips then parted. 

Harry was certain that the Alpha had whispered something just before the world went dark.

***

He was so warm and comfortable. The sheets felt amazing against his body. He couldn’t stop sliding against them and feeling their softness. 

The pillows beneath him were plump and comfortable too. 

A soft sigh then dripped past Harry’s lips. He felt great. 

Harry’s eyes then opened slowly. It looked like he had been moved into his nest. He was surrounded by blankets and pillows, and he had one of his scented shirts balled in his fist. 

It was the shirt that he had taken from Tom. It smelled exactly like his pup… like oranges and dark chocolate… 

Harry then brought the shirt up to his nose. Carefully, he nudged his nose into the silky fabric, a pleased purr rumbling in his throat. It smelled just like Tom. He then breathed in its citrusy scent loudly. It smelled so good. 

A satisfied mewl then tumbled out of him. He curled in closer to the shirt as he remained splayed in his nest. His son must’ve taken him out of the living room a while ago. 

He hoped that he hadn’t been too awful to Tom. He knew that he could get quite rowdy when he was drunk. 

Harry’s brow then furrowed in thought. He couldn’t remember anything at all. He was pretty sure that he had woken up at some point, but he couldn’t remember when or any of the details. 

The door at that moment then creaked open. 

Tom entered the room with a calm look on his face, and a breakfast tray in his hands. He walked over to the nest and nodded sagely at Harry. 

“Ah, mother,” Tom said with a smile. “You are finally awake. You had me worried, you know,” the Alpha’s voice lowered as he shot Harry a teasing glance. “You were out for quite a while. I fed you some potions while you were sleeping, but I couldn’t be certain over whether they were effective or not.”

“Well, I feel great,” Harry yawned. “Your potions are always the best. I haven’t had a real hangover in years.” He then shifted sleepily in his nest. “I feel all relaxed and loose; sort of like I had a really good workout.” 

Tom hummed in response. The Alpha then stepped closer to Harry’s nest. He offered him the breakfast tray, which had a glass of water on it, multiple pieces of toast, scrambled eggs, and a variety of fresh fruit. It looked utterly delicious. 

“Thank you,” Harry whispered. “You’re such a good son. I’m really, well… I’m proud of you, Tom.” Harry then scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He looked away from Tom and down at his sheets. “Anyway, is there anything that you want for your birthday?”

He popped a piece of fruit into his mouth. “Fifteen is a pretty important year. You have your OWLs coming up and that one weird ball at Hogwarts, uh… the debutante ball! You’ll get to dance and build connections and all that rot. Who knows,” Harry said, smirking, “maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend!” 

Tom stared at Harry blankly. 

“Who knows,” the Alpha replied listlessly. 

“I’m also proud of you for becoming a Prefect,” Harry said tenderly. “No one in Slytherin deserved that position more than you. I know that we still have a few days until your birthday, but...” 

Tom inclined his head. “I’ll think about what I might want.” 

A brilliant smile then stretched across Harry’s face. He winked at Tom cheekily before biting into a piece of toast. Tom then stared at him silently. 

It took a few minutes for the Slytherin to clear his throat. He looked at Harry’s nest purposefully. 

“Do you think that I could join you in it?” Tom asked smoothly. He had a reasonable smile on his face as he leaned in closer to Harry. He clasped his hands behind his back. “I’d like to be close to you right now.”

Harry then choked on the toast in his mouth. He swallowed rapidly. 

“You’re, uh, a little bit too old for it, don’t you think?” Harry asked nervously. He then ran his fingers through his curls. “You should hang out in your own space.” 

Tom weakly shook his head. A pained grimace then contorted over his features. 

“I was so worried about you, Harry,” Tom murmured. “You had me really scared last night. You were so wild and unpredictable, and I just… I just want to be close to you right now.

“Oh, Tom,” Harry said, wincing. “You know that I never mean to hurt you. It’s just so difficult when I drink… I just…” Harry’s voice then trailed off. He gave Tom a determined look. “You can join me in my nest.”

“Really?” Tom breathed.

“Really,” Harry said with a nod. 

The Alpha then lifted himself into Harry’s nest with a pleased chuff. He settled in beside Harry and immediately rubbed his cheek against his. Harry then purred loudly and rubbed his head back against Tom’s shoulder. They nuzzled one another fondly. They bumped their heads together. It was so comforting. 

Harry then brought his wrist to the top of Tom’s head. He scented the Alpha gingerly before relaxing back down in his nest. He propped his head up on one of the pillows. Tom then sidled right up next to him. 

The Alpha threw an arm around Harry’s waist, a low purr thrumming in him. He then tangled their legs together as he pressed himself impossibly close to Harry. A tongue then lapped at his cheek. It felt good when Tom groomed him. His tongue was so nice and coarse. 

“I love you, Tom,” Harry mumbled. “Mhm. Love you.” 

A faint breath then stuttered out of Harry. His eyes fell shut. 

Harry was then certain that he heard Tom whisper something just before he fell asleep.