The Storm
“Why hello there Tom,“ a dark voice rumbled and Tom stepped more firmly in front of Harry completely blocking his sight of the stranger. “How have you been faring in the muggle world?”
Harry instantly hated him, the voice made him feel like prey. He pressed his chest further into Tom and clenched onto the black robes he was wearing. His heart was beating faster and suddenly remembered the feel of a knife on his throat, the cold metal pinning him in place. He took a few shuddering breaths of Tom scent to ground himself, but was still only half aware of his surroundings the prowling steps of this stranger didn’t help.
“Just fine,” Tom answered in a perfectly polite tone that felt like pricks of hail on exposed skin.
The stranger sniffed at the air taking in a deep breath. “Mmm what tasty morsel are you hiding there, Tom?” Harry’s entire body shook in terror, he could feel foreign magic probing at him, touching the inside of his thighs and the side of his neck. Tom growled and enveloped Harry with his magic pushing away the violation.
“None of your business, Snape.“ Tom growled pushing Harry firmly against the counter. Harry was still shaking his hands clenched so tight they were bone-white and he felt a slight twinge in the ankle that had not yet fully healed.
“So impolite,“ the voice answered over-pronouncing each syllable. Harry could hear the amusement in the voice and tried to pull Tom closer to him although they were already plastered firmly together. Harry Was silently begging Tom to get them out, but remembered that they could only Disapparate outside.
“And on the precipice of its heat. Do you not want the Omega any longer? I would gladly take it off you’re hands.” Tom gave another threatening growl and Harry felt Tom’s magic swirling around the both of them, fast and violent.
Something woke up in Tom like a giant eye that had been dreaming and just suddenly now peering open in reaction to the threat against Harry. Tom’s magic surged and he saw a misty tendril of it slither towards Snape forming itself into a hand and grabbing at the throat before him. Snape was writhing, choking, grabbing at it, but it just tightened while wrinkles spread over his face like cracking ice, cheeks sinking in and cataracts forming over black eyes.
Tom reeled his magic back in minutes later, Snape falling to the ground with a thud. Tom didn’t spare him a glance as he lifted the shaking Harry in his arms and walked over the body of the disgusting pervert and promptly Apparated them both back home once he stepped outside–good riddance.
Harry hadn’t looked down, while Tom carried him out of the shop. He had just buried his head into Tom’s chest feeling guilty that a man had died because of him, but his omega instincts purred with contentment that his chosen mate had been capable of protecting him.
He was disgusted with himself. But dutifully tried to ignore it as he curled up next to Tom on the couch in nothing but boxers and one of Tom’s white undershirts—his skin had started to bother him becoming unusually sensitive so the robes had to go immediately. Tom handed him a book —How to Prepare for your First Heat in Just a Few Easy Steps—and situated his arm on Harry’s shoulders pulling them closer together. He cracked open the book and looked at the contents.
I. Nesting..........................................pg.4
II. Scenting.......................................pg.10
III. Going through a Heat Alone...........pg.13
IV. Heat with a Alpha..........................pg.18
V. Bonding........................................pg.22
VI. Knotting......................................pg.26
Harry, still clueless, but now intrigued flipped to page four.
Nesting is a must for heats especially for a first heat. The Omega will feel extremely
restless and anxious without a nest as it is a symbol of safety and comfort during a
heat. If the Omega is in a relationship with an Alpha the nest must be created
together to create a bond of trust before their mating—
Harry’s face heated up and looked away at the word mating, of course he knew that heats were intended for sex so that the Omegas could became pregnant, but reading it in black and white was different than the abstract idea, he squirmed a bit and Tom looked at him in concern checking he was okay before returning to his own book. Harry looked down again and skimmed the text until it came to a step-by-step for making nests.
Step 1: The Omega must gather a large assortment of items to include in the nest. The most common ones are
clothes, blankets and pillows.
Clothes? Why would he want to put clothes in his bloody nest. Of course he then remembered what Tom’s clothes smelt like and thought maybe it wasn’t such a dumb idea.
Step 2: They must be arranged in a way that comforts the Omega—
Harry stopped reading. He could make a nest without the guide it was a little dull so he skipped ahead to the next chapter.
Chapter II. Scenting
Once the nest has been completed.....
Harry finished the book with lots of skipping around involved—especially the chapter about Knotting, it was a little too detailed—but he was now confident about how he wanted to spend his heat. He was itching to make his nest.
He studied Tom while he was reading for a few minutes. The way his dark hair was pushed behind his ear and curled at the tips and his pale skin simply glowed in the noon light shining through the window.
Tom noticed and gently set his book aside and shifted on the couch so they faced each other, knees touching.
Harry held out his hands and Tom took them rubbing circles Into them with his thumbs. Harry locked eyes with him and studied the dark irises. They were lit up by the sun which made the different colors noticeable.
Tom looked....so soft. Even though he had killed a man today he looked like how sun-warmed earth felt—familiar and safe— but he also like running though warm rain—soothing and exhilarating.
Harry looked in his eyes, holding his hands and felt the same connection he had been feeling ever since he met him yesterday. He saw how much Tom cared for him—though it should be impossible in such a short time— and finally understood what Tom had felt and why he had killed, he could see through Tom’s eyes—literally.
“Tom,“ he said still gazing into his eyes. “Help me build a nest for my heat.“
Tom nodded and Harry could see he understood it was not only an invitation to build a nest, but also a request that they stay together, that this was not a short-term relationship, but something that would last longer—much longer.
Tom was laying on his back in the fort he had Harry had made all afternoon together with Harry curled into his side, while he studied the Christmas lights they had strung up inside.
Tom could smell the sweet pheromones of the omega curling into the air and looked down at him. His hair was already plastered to his forehead from sweat—his heat would fully arrive in only a few hours—Tom brushed it off and Harry unconsciously nuzzled even closer towards him. Tom smiled at the reaction and thought about what he had read today.
Complementary magics draw persons together in unusual ways. There are many different types of some such magics, but much is still not known today.
The patterns of magic that call upon each other are dichotomies. Therefore, these patterns are perceived contrasts that in the actuality of magics belong together and complete one another.
Often these bonds of magics are platonic, but rare strong ones are mate bonds—soul bonds. These patterns are most commonly detected in mythology. Earth and Sky—Uranus and Gaia— and life and death—and Persephone and Hades are representative figures of the strength of such bonds. Both individuals are fulfilled by one another.
Soul bonds can be strengthened by the participants through a double claiming. This means that the claiming mark must be received on both ends most commonly through the practice of biting, but also possible through other means of blood sharing.
The book he had found only verified what he himself had detected. He turned and layed on his side wrapping himself firmly around Harry—his mate, even the fates had claimed it so. Burying his face in this beautiful man‘s hair he drifted into sleep thinking of his future, so much more hopeful and wonderful than it would’ve been.