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Harveste blinked groggily as he came to his senses.
He was lying face up on a table and he whimpered as he tried to move his arms. They pulled above his head and shackled. He was cold, his skin covered in goosebumps. There was a heavy iron collar around his neck and more shackles around his ankles.
He whimpered in fear, eyes darting around fearfully.
He was in a stone dungeon, the walls made of thick blocks. There was a wooden door with bars at the top. He looked down and squealed in embarrassment when he saw he was in nothing but his chemise.
The thin fabric was of the highest quality and so fine it was nearly see through. He could see the shadow of his breasts and small Omega cocklet. The fabric barely reached the middle of his thighs, exposing most of his long, slender legs.
He tugged at the chains, tears running down his face as he struggled to free himself, the sound of the wooden door creaking open catching his attention. He cried out, his heart pounding in terror when he saw the figure approaching him before he came into the light and relief filled him.
It was his personal guard, Neville Longbottom.
Harveste had a very high opinion of his guard. Neville was a Beta who was born to the Baron Longbottom and his wife before their house fell from grace due to his mother and father falling into madness.
His father, Duke Potter, had taken pity on the child and taken him in and trained him to be a knight. He was paid generously so he could afford to keep his parents in a decent enough sanatorium.
The man was a very kind and gentle soul. He had guarded him for the last seven years since he was ten years old and had proven himself time and again to be trustworthy and protective. He had always treated him with respect and made him feel safe.
"Neville." Harveste cried. "Neville please help me!"
Neville approached the table and Harveste sobbed in relief as he saw his familiar, freckled face. The beta was a handsome man, with thick brown hair and bright hazel eyes. He used to be rather chubby but time and training had hardened his flesh into solid muscle.
Harveste had no romantic notions towards him. Neville was the brother he never had. But even as he stared up at him, the young Omega knew he could trust him with anything so he was shocked when he simply stared down at him, eyes pained and jaw set grimly.
"I'm sorry My Lady." He said quietly.
"N-Neville?" He whispered in confusion, his heart starting to pound as the implications of that sentence sunk in.
"Please, do not cry My Lady. I shall be as gentle as I can." Neville assured him gently.
"No! No!" He screamed as he began to understand. He shook his head wildly, pulling at his restraints as hard as he could, ignoring the pain. "No! You can't! Please, you can't!"
"I am sorry." He repeated as he undid his belt.
Harveste's sobs turned to screams as Neville climbed onto the table and crawled over him, settling his hips between his thighs and reaching down to undo the strings holding up his breeches.
"Neville! Please!" Harveste screamed, voice raw. "Please don't! I'm begging you! I'm begging you, please!"
Neville didn't respond, looking away from the distressed Omega.
"I am sorry My Lady. I was offered enough money to comfortably take care of my parents for the rest of their lives if I make you ineligible for marriage to the Crown Prince." He told him.
"You can have all the money in the world! Just please don't do this!" He pleaded.
"I am truly sorry, My Lady." Neville apologized again, voice pained. "But I am a Beta so at least you will be unburdened by any children."
Harveste choked on his tears as Neville lowered his breeches, freeing his cock. The Omega couldn't see much through his tears but he could tell his knight was fully aroused. He cried harder, trying to kick him off him, not caring that his struggling was making the shackles cut into his skin.
Neville reached down to hold him still, using his strong thighs to spread his legs wider.
"I will do my best to make this as easy and comfortable for you, My Lady. Please try to relax." Neville told him.
Harveste whimpered as he felt his fingers on his folds, parting them gently and he struggled even more, gasping for air through his sobs and cries.
"I'm so sorry." Neville whispered as he guided the head of his cock into the Omega's cunt.
Harveste screamed.
The pain was indescribable. He had heard of the pain of his first time many times. But he had also heard that it was a small pain that was quickly soothed away.
He felt as though he was being torn apart, the feeling of being penetrated against his will was terrifying and painful. He could feel every inch as Neville pushed in, stretching him beyond anything he could have imagined.
When he bottomed out, Harveste was shaking and crying. He could feel his virgin blood coating his inner thighs.
"It hurts. It hurts." He sobbed; his eyes shut tightly.
"I know." Neville breathed.
He started moving, pulling back before thrusting back in.
"It hurts." Harveste whimpered, turning his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. "It hurts."
Neville grunted, fucking him steadily. Harveste couldn't feel anything but the pain as his guard picked up his pace, slamming into him, the sound of their coupling making Harveste feel sick.
He kept his eyes closed, sobbing quietly as Neville took his innocence, defiling him and ruining him forever.
He shifted the angle slightly, thrusting in harder. Harveste choked on his spit, his eyes snapping open as a shock of pleasure shot through his body. He stared at the Beta in disbelief, his body arching up.
"Wh-what was that?" He whimpered.
"It is a pleasure spot." Neville said breathlessly, his brow beaded with sweat. "I have read about it."
"Oh." He gasped, his head falling back as the Beta thrust in again, the same feeling making his body shudder. "What's... What's happening?"
"I am making your body enjoy it." He panted.
Harveste whined as the Beta picked up the pace, fucking him faster and harder. The pain was still there, a throbbing ache but now he could feel pleasure building. The feeling of his body being pleasured despite him not wanting it was making him nauseous.
He could feel the slick coating his channel now, easing the way for the Beta's cock and he whimpered softly, the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure overwhelming him.
Neville leaned over him, the position allowing him to thrust deeper into him and Harveste let out a moan, his body tensing up as the pleasure spiked higher and higher, overtaking the pain completely.
"Please..." He gasped. "Please, I'm begging you, stop."
"I'm sorry, My Lady." Neville whispered. "This is for my family."
"No! Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!!!" He wailed as something hot burst inside him.
The sensation was so intense that he arched up off the table, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he collapsed back on the table, panting. He felt so warm and he whimpered when he felt Neville's cock still moving inside him.
"Stop. Please stop." He pleaded.
"It is almost over, My Lady." Neville promised him.
Harveste sobbed brokenly, his entire body aching, feeling utterly used. He couldn't even move his legs, they were just spread wide open, allowing the Beta to rut into him.
He closed his eyes and prayed for this to be over soon.
Finally, the Beta's movements became erratic and Harveste could feel his cock throbbing inside him before he moaned pitifully as ropes of thick, hot cum shot inside him, making him feel even filthier.
Neville stayed inside him, his hands resting on the table. His cock was still twitching and the sensation made Harveste want to squirm away. But he could barely move his legs let alone the rest of his body.
Neville slowly pulled out and Harveste could only watch weakly as the Beta redid his breeches before turning sorrow filled eyes towards him.
"I'm sorry, My Lady." Neville told him sincerely, his voice cracking. "I left clues for the rest of the guard... you'll be found by morning."
He turned and left, leaving him tied up and alone.
"Neville, please!" He sobbed. "Please don't leave me like this!"
Harveste struggled weakly against the chains, the movement causing the collar around his neck to dig into his throat. He whimpered, giving up. He didn't know how long he was going to be here. But he knew the only way to get out was if someone found him.
So he settled down and waited, crying softly as he felt the Betas seed seep out of his abused cunt.
✤✤✤
He woke to the sound of the dungeon door opening and the light of a torch. He blinked blearily, wincing at the stiffness of his limbs.
"My Lady!" A loud voice boomed and he flinched.
He was too sore and too exhausted to feel any kind of relief as the guards surrounded him. He only felt humiliation at the horror on their faces as they averted their eyes from his naked, dirty body.
"My Lady... we'll have you free in a moment. I promise." The guard, Ron, he thought, vowed, his eyes hard and jaw set in fury.
They carefully undid the shackles around his wrists and his legs and he bit back a whimper as they gently pried the iron collar from his throat.
"There you go, My Lady. Are you... injured beyond this?" Ron asked carefully.
Harveste didn't respond, staring off into the distance, his mind blank. He didn't protest as the guards carefully picked him up, one of them draping a cloak over his body.
He didn't speak the entire ride home.
When they returned to the castle, they were greeted by his father and mother. His aunts and uncles and cousin were standing behind them.
Harveste didn't react at all as his mother, Omega Regulus Potter née Black, rushed forward and gathered him into her arms, sobbing as she rocked him gently.
His father, Alpha James Potter, Duke of House Potter, stood stoically beside them. He could see the rage and the sorrow in his eyes. He could see it in the eyes of his Uncle Sirius and Aunt Cissy. Aunt Bellatrix was seething with rage, her scent burning. His cousin, Draco was pale, tears streaming down his face.
The rest of the house were crying or looked furious.
"My Lady, the healer is waiting." The guard told them.
"Take him to his room." Lord Potter ordered. "The healer will need to examine him before he can bathe."
His mother led him to his bedroom and a healer was waiting. His mother held his hand the entire time, whispering soothing words into his ear as the woman examined him.
"He has some bruising on his wrists and ankles but nothing that will scar. His neck is more damaged but nothing too serious. As for the... violation." She paused, swallowing. "He is bleeding quite heavily and will likely be in a great deal of pain. There are no signs of permanent damage and his body is responding normally. He will recover completely physically."
"Thank you." Lord Potter said softly. "You may leave. My wife will call upon you once our son has been cleaned."
"Of course, my Lord." The healer bowed and left the room.
His mother and the maids helped him to his feet and took him into his bathing chamber. He allowed them to undress him and help him into the hot bath, hissing as the heat aggravated the bruises and his cuts.
Once he was settled in the tub, his mother personally washed him. He closed his eyes as she washed his hair and his body, tears silently sliding down his face.
After his bath, his mother dried him and led him back into his room where he was dressed in a chemise and dressing gown.
He was gently settled on his bed and his parents and aunts and uncle surrounded him. He couldn't look any of them in the eye. He could feel his father's anger and his mother's sadness. Draco carefully climbed into bed next to him and Harveste buried his face into his cousin's shoulder, crying.
"Harveste, you must tell us what happened." His father said softly.
"I don't want to talk about it." He whispered.
"Sweetheart." His mother said gently, stroking his hair. "We have to know who did this. So we can make sure it never happens to anyone else."
"What does it matter?" He said, his voice cracking.
"It matters, little one." His Uncle Sirius said softly.
"It was for me alone..." He whimpered.
"You're not making sense, darling." Aunt Bella told him, her voice unusually soft.
"To make me ineligible." He sniffled. "They offered him a lot of money."
"Who? Who did this to you, my little one?" Aunt Cissy asked.
"Neville... Longbottom." He whispered.
"Neville?" Draco cried. "Neville did this to you?!"
"Yes." He whimpered. "I don't know who paid him. He didn't tell me. I just know it was for enough money to take care of his parents."
It was silent for a moment before pandemonium broke out. His father and Uncles were yelling, his mother and aunt were crying. Draco was crying and holding him.
Harveste didn't bother telling them about the pleasure Neville had given him. That was his secret. His shame.
No one ever needed to know.
✤✤✤
He had spent a week in bed, recovering and being comforted by his family.
He had been so scared that he would be in pain every time he moved but the healer had assured him that he would only feel a slight twinge and he would heal completely within the month.
His aunts and his parents and uncle and cousin had hovered around him the entire time, doing everything in their power to make him smile.
Harveste was grateful for it. Especially after he received a royal summons for when he was well enough to visit the palace.
His cousin and best friend, Omega Draco Malfoy, had come to his room after breakfast and sat with him on his bed.
"Cousin, I can't believe he did this to you." He said, his eyes pained.
"Me neither." Harveste said softly, looking down at his hands. "I trusted him, Draco. I really did. I thought he was a good man."
"I can't even imagine what you must be feeling." He said softly.
"I'm just... empty." Harveste sighed. "I felt safe with him. And he took that from me. He stole my trust and my innocence."
"I'm so sorry, Harveste." Draco said sincerely, taking his hand.
"Thank you, cousin. But I shall recover." He smiled softly. "How are you feeling? With my virtue... compromised, you are the only one who is of the proper standing to be the Crown Prince's betrothed."
"I have no desire to be the next queen." He sighed. "Viktor isn't hideous by any stretch of the imagination but I do not know him very well and it would be... awkward if he were to take me as his betrothed. You two have been unofficially betrothed since you were born."
"You would make a better queen." Harveste pointed out.
"I cannot deny that little cousin." Draco agreed with a soft smirk. "You're far too soft hearted to deal with all the courtly bullshit."
Harveste chuckled, leaning against his cousin, gripping his shawl more tightly around his shoulders.
"...Do you know when you will be going to the palace?" Draco asked softly.
"Likely in a few weeks. The invitation said at my leisure." Harveste answered.
"Well, that's good. You have time to mentally prepare yourself." Draco sighed.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to face the King and Queen." He whispered, tears gathering in his silver eyes. "What will they think of me?"
"They won't think less of you, Harveste. How could they?" Draco said. "If anything, they'll want to protect you even more. Especially Prince Viktor. He'll likely be enraged. I know you two were not a love match but you are friends."
"I hope so." He sniffled, wiping his eyes.
"Everything will work out, little cousin." Draco said softly, pulling him close.
✤✤✤
Harveste nervously adjusted his skirts as the carriage slowly approached the palace.
It had been four weeks since the incident and his injuries had healed. But the memories remained. He had only just begun sleeping in his bed again without having night terrors.
"Deep breaths, little one." His mother murmured soothingly.
"It'll be alright, darling." His father told him, holding his hand.
"Are you sure you're well enough for this?" Draco asked, concerned.
"I have no choice." Harveste sighed.
"We will be right there with you, Harveste." Aunt Bellatrix reminded him. "I'll gut anyone who even breathes a word about you."
"I know Auntie." Harveste smiled softly.
The carriage slowed to a stop and he flinched slightly as the door opened and a royal guard was standing there, arm outstretched to help him.
He swallowed thickly and accepted his help.
The guard was an Alpha and he couldn't help but flinch as the large, muscled man helped him step down from the carriage, pulling away as quickly as possible, shrinking behind his father as he stepped down immediately after.
"My Lord, My Ladies." The guard greeted respectfully. "We have been instructed to escort you to the throne room."
"Lead the way." Lord Potter nodded.
"Right this way."
They followed the guard to the throne room and Harveste was comforted by the presence of his family around him.
He kept his head down, watching the tips of his heels peeping out from under his dress as they walked.
Finally, the large wooden doors were opened and Harveste had to force himself to keep walking and not turn tail and run.
"The Duchy of House Potter, Lord James Potter, Omega Regulus Potter née Black and Omega Heiress Harveste Potter, Alpha Lady Bellatrix Lestrange née Black and Omega Heiress Draco Malfoy!" A page announced.
"Lord Potter, welcome." The King's voice boomed.
"Your Majesty." His father said politely, bowing low, his family following suit.
"You may rise." The king, Branimir Krum, the Alpha King of the country, ordered.
They straightened up, Harveste keeping his eyes averted, staring at his feet.
"It is good to see you again, Harveste." Viktor said, his deep voice rumbling.
Harveste finally lifted his head to look at the royal family.
Branimir Krum was a handsome man with short black hair and dark, deep-set eyes. His body was muscular, his broad chest visible through the deep cut of his velvet coat. He wore a red jacket with gold embroidered around the hem, his breeches were black and his boots were shining. His crown was gilded gold and studded with rubies and diamonds, the large sapphire at the center glinting in the light.
Beside him was his wife, the beautiful Omega Queen Liliana, a former noble of a small kingdom who had been chosen to be his bride. She was a pale, slender woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her crown was a thin gold band around her head, the rubies and diamonds matching her husbands. She was wearing a deep blue dress with a gold lace overskirt.
Standing behind his fathers throne was his oldest child, Crown Prince Alpha Viktor Krum. He was a handsome young man with strong features, the spitting image of his father, and was dressed in the royal colors.
"Your Highness." Harveste murmured, curtseying.
"I am relieved to see you well." Viktor said quietly, his dark brown eyes gentle. "I know that the circumstances were unfortunate. But I am happy to see you are well."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Harveste whispered.
"Come forward, my dear." The king beckoned him gently.
Harveste hesitated before slowly ascending the short flight of steps, stopping when he was two steps away from the thrones, curtsying deeply. He forced himself to not flinch as the king leaned forward.
"Look at me." He commanded.
He couldn't disobey so he raised his head, his eyes meeting the Kings.
The King stared at him for a moment, his face serious.
"You have my word, Harveste." He told him. "Whoever did this will pay. In blood. You have my solemn vow."
Harveste swallowed and nodded.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." He whispered.
"And you have my personal vow." Viktor added. "I will find who did this and I will not rest until justice is served."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Harveste thanked him, bowing his head.
"I understand that you have been through much." The king said, sitting back. "It pains me to say this but I must. You cannot remain my sons betrothed."
Harveste flinched, his silver eyes closing and filling with tears.
"I understand Your Majesty." He whispered, his heart aching.
"That does not mean you are ineligible for marriage." He added, making him blink. "I know of an Alpha who I believe would be a suitable match for you."
"I beg your pardon, Your Grace?" He breathed, his heart pounding as his parents began protesting but Branimir raised his hand, silencing them.
"It is no one below your station I assure you." He told him.
"If... if I may ask, Your Grace... who would this Alpha be?" Harveste asked timidly.
"The King of Hogwarts, Thomas Marvolo Riddle." He said.
"What?!" Draco gasped.
Harveste stared at the king in disbelief, his hands shaking.
King Riddle had taken over his throne at eighteen when his father had died. His mother had followed shortly after. He had heard many stories about the King of Hogwarts. He was a handsome, charming, and intelligent man. Many said he was a masterful politician and strategist.
But there were rumors about him.
He was known for being ruthless and bloodthirsty. People whispered of his cruelty, telling stories of his sadistic tendencies. Of Omegas being carried from his chambers, barely able to walk, their faces tear stained.
He was rumored to have murdered his parents.
"He has long wanted to secure an alliance with our kingdom but neither of us wish to enter into an alliance where only a flimsy sheet of paper is what ties us." The king explained. "If you were to be married to him, he would have a stake in our country and we would have a stake in his and he has a one year old child with his previous queen there will be no issue with Harveste being... impure."
"With all due respect, Your Majesty." His father interrupted, a growl in his voice, as he climbed the stairs and pulled him behind his broad back, shielding him from the Kings eyes. "This is our child you are speaking of. A child who has been through a horrific experience. An experience that would break most adults."
"I have not forgotten that, Lord Potter." The king assured him. "But he would be an excellent husband. He is a powerful and influential man and he is kind and courteous. I know there are unsavory rumors about him but I assure you, they are baseless."
"Father, you can't be serious!" Viktor snapped, looking horrified. "You can't mean to send Harveste away from his family after such an attack to his person."
"Viktor." The king said sharply. "I understand your concern but he is not being shipped off tomorrow and Duke Potter has yet to even accept. It would be good for both kingdoms so I implore you to think over the option carefully before rejecting it out of hand."
"He is our only child, Your Grace." His father argued. "We have no desire to send him away. Especially to someone who may not treat him well."
"I can assure you; the King of Hogwarts would not harm him." He said firmly. "The decision is ultimately yours. But consider this. Harveste is still of marriageable age and you know that none of the nobles aside from those with nothing to their name would accept a betrothal. No one will want him, not when his purity has been tainted. No one will risk being tied to an un-pure omega."
Harveste looked down, blinking his tears away and stepping up beside his father, curtsying again.
"Your Grace, if you would permit me, I would like to take time to consider your offer." He said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Of course, my child." The king smiled gently, his face softening. "Take as much time as you need."
"Thank you, Your Grace." He said and his father bowed stiffy beside him and they descended the stairs and rejoined their family.
"And finally, as I'm sure you expected, Lady Draco Malfoy will now be my son's betrothed. You can begin the preparations immediately." The king said.
Harveste glanced over at his cousin and saw the resigned look on his face.
He felt the same.