Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

Through the hazy blur he could just make out a slight voice, so light that he barely thought it was real.

"Harry."

There it was again, he was sure he wasn't imagining it. He was sure that someone was there, just beyond the muddled barriers of sleep.

"Harry." That voice was familiar; he was certain he knew whom it belonged to, but for some reason he couldn't place it.

"Oi, wake up Harry, you can't sleep the whole day away!" came the annoying, cheerful voice.

"Ron...?" he croaked, blearily his eyes cracked up to see the freckled face right in front of him.

"Uwa!" Harry gasped in shock and reeled back, only to hit against something hard.

"Shhh, calm down Harry, wouldn't want to wake up the big guy there," he hissed, gesturing at the creature, in whose embrace Harry was still lying in, he thought begrudgingly.

"Wow Harry, if I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore you go and pull this out of a hat!" the redhead joked.

Harry glared at his supposed best friend. "It's not like I asked for this!"

"Hey, hey, don't take offense man, you're acting like you don't know how great this is!"

"...Ron you do remember that I lived most of my life amongst muggles, right?" Harry deadpanned.

Ron chuckled nervously and sat back in his chair in embarrassment. It was an honest mistake really; with the skills Harry had with spells, you wouldn't think that only a few years ago he knew nothing of this world. Blue eyes sparkled with glee! Now it was Ron's turn to act as the expert! After all there was no Hermione to steal the show away from him!

"Okay then Harry I shall explain everything I can, alright," he said with a patronizing tone. "Well man, you are what we call an 'Origo', it's actually not that uncommon, even Charlie is a dominant Origo, and from the look of you I'm guessing you're a submissive. Odd really, it only shows up in boys, never heard of a girl being one..." he trailed off into his own thoughts.

Harry waited for Ron to continue, but when the boy still remained in his dream world he got fed up. "RON!" he shouted and shoved the redhead.

"What?!" shouted the startled teen, almost falling off his chair.

"You stopped right in the middle of your explanation, what is an Origo?! And what do you mean by me being a submissive?!"

"Well, er..." Ron was stumped; he didn't actually know anymore than that. Silently he cursed himself, wishing he had listened to his mother when she was explaining all this stuff.

"Mate the thing is-" a growl cut him off.

They both turned to look at the dominant, he was still asleep but his mouth was pulled up in a snarl, and a throaty growl made its way out. Ron instantly stood up from his seat and started backing away from them.

"Ron!" Harry called out pleadingly when he noticed his best friend's retreat.

"Don't worry Harry, he's just acting like that because I said the 'M' word."

"The 'M' word? What are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying to struggle out of the dominant's arms.

Before Ron could answer a bemused voice interrupted. "I think I'll take over now, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, sweeping into the room. "Your family is waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room; you might want to help them calm your sister down. She has gone into quite the hysterics."

Ron nodded at the Headmaster and ran out of the room, leaving the three alone to talk.

"Now Harry can I expect you to keep clam and listen while I try and explain things?"

Harry stopped his struggle and gave a curt nod towards the older Wizard and waited for him to continue.

"Alright then, well as young Ronald has already made clear you are an 'Origo', a magical creature."

"Like Veela, and Elves or something? But how? Both my parents were human!"

"Ah Harry this is where things get complicated, let's start from the beginning shall we?" the old man replied, taking a seat where Ron had sat before.

"Well then most genealogists believe that the 'Origo' have been around for a long time, they are an old race, possibly even older than the Dragons, but that's up for speculations. Either way the first recording came from the ancient Greeks, and the Romans. Although their depictions of them were quite crude, you've heard of Medusa, yes? Just one of the many 'descriptions' that they had for them.

"In truth the Origo 'gene' can actually be found dormant in almost everything, and it is to be believed that they are the root to all magic. After all, only about a half of the human population can perform magic; there must be a reason for that. Therefore the name Origo is Latin for Origin, since most Wizards therefore consider them their ancestors in a way.

"At times, this 'gene' can become active in a few wizards so that a sort of 'transformation' can take place, usually as Ron has already mentioned this only happens in male wizards. We don't know why, but it just does. Following so far?"

Harry just nodded dumbly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle; he reached inside his pocket and took out a small bag labelled 'Lemon drops'. "Would you like one?" he asked, popping one in his mouth.

Harry declined, he was still too stunned and tried to take this in. "So what did Ron mean by me being a submissive?"

"Well like any race they do need to reproduce, and being only male does make it rather difficult. So there is a dominant and submissive of the kind, with the submissive being able to bear offspring-"

"WAIT-wait... offspring? As in making babies?! I can get PREGNANT?!" he interrupted.

"Actually I think you may already be pregnant."

"Huh?"

"Well do you see where the dominant's hands are positioned?" he said pointing at Harry's stomach, where the dominant had wrapped his arms around. "Currently he's channelling his magic into you to help your child grow, that's why he isn't conscious like you are at the moment."

Harry was gaping like a fish; this was unreal, how could one night change everything so drastically?

"Now my boy I know this is a lot to take in, I'm going to leave you to think for a while, and if you have any more questions these books may help." The Headmaster waved his hand and a stack of books appeared on the bedside table.

Harry could only nod; he was only half-listening, and didn't even notice the headmaster leaving. He tilted his head down to look at his abdomen, could there really be something growing in there? He needed some fresh air, but he knew that was a pointless wish, he was stuck after all. With a heavy sigh he looked towards the books.

"At least that should help to pass the time."

The first book simply told a more extended version of the Origo history, although most of it just seemed like speculation to Harry. There was no simple answer as to when the species came to existence, just that they had always been there, either depicted as monsters and demons, or revered as gods by some cultures. The next book explained the differences between the dominants and submissives, or the more technical term Maritus and Uxor, literally meaning husband and wife in Latin. Harry was even more aghast to find out that their mating was for life!

The size was the main thing that set them apart; Uxor's were smaller and more petite, and unable to fly, unlike the Maritus. Their wings are only meant to be for protective purposes. The next thing would be the circular markings centering on the Uxor's stomach. Something about amplifiers; it got complicated so Harry put the book down, and picked another.

'In a generation of male Wizards it can be expected that at least half of the population will have a dominant Origo gene in them. Male babies should be tested before their first birthday to see if they do have it or not, although the actual transformation will not be triggered 'til the submissive has been awakened; it should still be taken as a precaution.

'Out of these Origos the number of submissives being born is drastically low, so the chance of a transformation taking place will be small. The change in the submissive will be triggered by their inheritance just like by any other wizard, where they will exude a 'call', prompting the 'awakening' of the dominant Origos close to them. Other than that the gene will remain dormant.

'After the 'call' has gathered the dominants towards the submissive a chase will take place, also known as the 'Heat Run'. Where the dominants will try to run down and even crush their opponents while keeping track of the submissive. Then the winner can claim his prize and mate-' 

Harry stopped reading then, he already knew about the whole 'mating' process; the thought still made him blush red.

He sighed and put the books away, he didn't want to read anymore, it just made his head hurt. He had to wonder though why Dumbledore didn't know about him being an Origo if all male babies had to be tested for this stuff. Or was the old man just hiding things from him again? Another thing to add to his ever-growing list of things to ask.

For now though he thought he should study his mate; hey if they were going to live together he should actually get a good look at his Maritus. His face was elegant with an aristocratic flare, a straight, sharp nose and chin. The skin smooth and pale; platinum blonde hair was curled behind his pointy ears, and horns twisted around the side of his face.

Harry found that face very familiar, he knew he had seen it somewhere before, hey if he didn't know it better he could have sworn that this person looked a lot like-

"Ugh..." the dominant groaned, and silver eyes slowly fluttered open. Their eyes met, and Harry couldn't help but gasp.

"Malfoy!"

"Potter?!"