Chapter 5
It happened again.
He thought maybe he would be free from it but no, he would always be just a stupid little omega, only good for what he could bring others, pleasure. Trying to hold in a sob, Harry slid down the door of his room, his back against it. He pulled his knees up trying to hold in the tears that threatened to consume him.
After the trial Mr.Weasley had told him he could take a breather outside for half an hour while Mr.Weasley finished some errands inside the ministry. Mr.Weasley probably saw that he needed some fresh air after the tense trial.
Harry had started to become complacent. STUPID, STUPID... of him. Most of the population were betas, so their sense of smell wasn't as good as alphas or omegas.
His scent glands had started to itch from overuse of the muggle scent blockers. Kreacher had already gotten him the wizard version of it but he couldn't bring himself to use it.
It was a precious gift to him from Kreacher. Plus, he still had the scent blockers uncle Vernon bought him. He rarely got anything from his relatives and despite having mixed feelings about them, especially his uncle. He both hated and loved them.
Hated his uncle for defiling him.
Hated Vernon for making Harry care for him.
Loved him for showing affection towards him after all these years.
Loved him for the small hugs and praises he received when he finally was a good boy in Vernon's eyes.
This wasn't normal, he was fucked up. His friends would be disgusted of how messed up he was because of his uncle.
Harry had gotten to comfortable in Grimmauld place. He knew almost everyone except Ron were betas. It was a surprise that Ron presented as an Alpha, his whole family consisted of betas.
Since Harry's scent glands itched, he decided to give himself a break from it. Choosing to not wear them that day when he went to the ministry.
Harry had started practicing to suppress his scent without scent blockers, in case he didn't have any on hand. But, he didn't have enough control to fully hide it that day.
Harry just wanted to calm himself down after the stressful trial he had attended. The ministry called him a liar and wouldn't even acknowledge the truth. It was a good thing Professor Dumbledore came to his defense.
He was tired of it all, he had gone into an alleyway next to the telephone booth entrance. It was most quiet there, away from the hustle and bustle that was the street, flooded with many people and cars.
In hindsight, he shouldn't have been so naive and thoughtless, it was his own fault for what happened next.
It was just his luck when an alpha discovered him, a drunk alpha. The smell of alcohol wafting into his nose. The shock and surprise caused him to slip on his control on his scent and the next thing he knew, he was being raped against a dirty trashcan.
His first instinct was to scream for help, but what good would it do him. People would just say he asked for it since he was an omega. The guy had also threatened to hurt him if he didn't comply.
He felt dirty, he had already felt dirty before but now it really sunk in that he was just good for a fuck. He didn't know how he made it back to Mr.Weasley, his brain had shut off and he felt like he was on autopilot.
He had tried to make it look like nothing happened. Squashing away the breakdown that was sure to drown him in a sea of endless self-loathing.
Getting back to Grimmauld place was a blur for him, he didn't even have the energy to talk to anyone, straight up heading to his room.
Closing the door behind him, he completely broke down, feeling like he was about to fall into an endless abyss, surrounded by infinite darkness. Never to resurface again.
He was tired, and wanted it to all end.
Harry was at least fortunate to have a bathroom attached to this room, so he didn't have to go outside. He didn't think he had the mental capacity to put on a mask and hide his anguish.
Taking a shower was both a relief and distressing for him. Reminder of what happened to him a few hours ago had him back sobbing, like he had lost everything.
He scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was raw, trying to erase the bruises that he got from the encounter with the drunk alpha. He felt so sullied. He knew he would never be clean but he had to try at least.
What would everyone think? He couldn't even fight back, how pathetic. He was so ashamed.
But the most shameful thing was how his body just betrayed him. Feeling pleasure and wanting more. His omega preened at the attention he got, feeling touch starved. How disgusting get was.
He didn't know how long it had been but no matter how much he tried washing it away, he still felt their hands on his skin. Praising him for how good he was doing.
Harry suddenly heard the door to his room open.
"Hey mate," said Ron softly, standing in front of the bathroom door. " Are you— are you alright?"
Knowing it was Ron currently in his room had Harry panicking. Even though he had a very comforting scent, making Harry feel safe, he was anxious, he didn't want Ron to figure out his secret. He tried calming down, so that he had at least a bit of control over his scent.
He wanted to bloody curse himself. All his scent blockers were in his trunk, he couldn't get to them with Ron in the room.
The alpha must've waited for him for a while but after not answering Ron continued " It's just that, when you returned with dad, you immediately locked yourself in your room, not talking to anyone. I— I just feel worried."
"I'm fine, Ron, really," Harry tried to keep his voice steady, acting like everything was fine. Deep down, he wanted to tell his friends the truth. But he was scared, would they hate him if they knew? To him they were practically family. It would break him if they didn't want him anymore. “Just.. just tired from the trial, you know?”
“Well, at least let me see you mate,” pleaded Ron, his hands touching the wooden bathroom door. “Just so I can see for myself that you’re alright.”
Now Harry really was in quite a pickle. He couldn’t refuse seeing as his best mate was stubborn as hell. Ron wouldn’t leave, would stay there until he saw him. Harry really wanted to crawl in a hole and disappear. How was he supposed to hide his designation if he was so close to Ron who was an Alpha?
By now Harry was already dressed, the only thing he didn’t know how to hide was his scent. He really tried controlling his scent but everything that had happened made him unable to concentrate and keep his scent in check.
Maybe he could put a towel on his neck, that really was the only thing he could do. Letting out a defeated sigh, Harry unlocked the bathroom door with a click. Coming face to face with his ginger haired friend.
As Harry turned back to the door to turn of the bathroom lights and shut the door, he could feel Ron’s gaze on him, studying him.
Before he even knew what was going on he felt a pair of hands pulling at the towel draped on his neck. Harry tried turning around but to no avail. The towel was already in Ron’s hands.
“What the bloody hell Ron!” shouted Harry, shocked by what Ron just did while also trying to get his towel back.
The next words that came out of Ron’s mouth had him frozen.
“So it’s true,” stated Ron as if he already knew.
“Ron, I—” started Harry, his voice trembling and, any and all composure Harry previously had disappeared. He tried finding the right words to explain but all that came out were whimpers.
His distress rose and black spots appeared in his vision. He felt a hand on his back and suddenly he was back at the Dursleys again. Uncle Vernon berating him while having his fill with Harry’s body. Angry at him for not having satisfied the clients.
He couldn’t breathe, he tried gasping for air but it felt like he was underwater, static going through his ears. He trembled curling up on himself, trying to protect himself. He didn’t want to be there anymore. He wanted to disappear, fear gripped at him like a snake coiling around its prey.
He barely noticed a calming drought being pushed down his throat and the next thing he knew was total darkness.