[HEDRIC - ABO!Universe - +18 scenes!]
Harry's life has never been so good.
His grades were excellent, he was captain of the Gryffindor team, he had wonderful friends and above all, he dated the most beautiful and sweet alpha he could dream of, Cedr...
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CHAPTER 4
"ALPHA'S THINGS"
It was surreal... The whole thing.
It was as if he had fallen into a bizarre reality in which nothing was real, nothing around him had logic, coherence or even less sense.
Because it couldn't be real.
No. It couldn't! No way!
Harry stayed long minutes believing that he was having a dream in that moment. A very bad and terrifying dream, but still a dream.
If it weren't a dream, then in a less optimistic scenario he suffered a concussion during Quidditch training and everything occurring in that moment was all the result of his unconscious, and soon he would wake up in his reality.
At any moment he would wake up, groggy from sleep or tiredness and everything would just be a vague bad memory in which would be forgotten on the same day.
And then he waited... He waited... And nothing happened, except the growing shock that gradually became panic and eventually despair.
He cried.
With his hand pressed on his mouth to contain a choked scream, his vision was blurred by the absence of his glasses and by the tears that flowed down his red cheeks. His lungs also burned as if they were unable to contain the air he breathed, the heart beating so violently in his chest that it hurt.
But he didn't even notice it.
No...
The only thing his mind was able to record and repeat were the four words spoken by Poppy Pomfrey, accompanied by her wide blue eyes of astonishment and frown.
"Harry... You need to breathe!" the voice was muffled in her ears, as if she were distant.
'I'm fucked up !!! ' He exclaimed mentally. 'I'm dead, DEAD !!! '
"Harry, breathe... Control your breath!" he heard her say it urgently, as well as hands firmly on his shoulders, shaking him.
He breathed, knowing that if he didn't, he would probably be unconscious again. In theory it would be a good idea, but he knew that upon waking up, he would experience that sensation again.
"A deep breath... This... Now release slowly... Very well... Inhale again... And again... " she guided him while breathing, showing him what to do.
Still shaking and his heart pounding, Harry felt his despair start to subside and give way to an anesthetic sensation.
Still with his hand over his mouth, he lowered his head and looked down at his lap, seeing his small hand clenched in a strong fist to the point that his knuckles were bone white.
He didn't dare touch his belly.
He was still scared, terribly scared at the very thought of touching that region of his own body, as if it were an untamed beast that even Hagrid wouldn't dare try to manipulate.
