Welcome to another story that came out of nowhere and is probably totally unnecessary (but I wrote it anyway). What can I say? I'm a total trash for alpha/omega dynamics. Alpha and beta love to the wonderful LaBelladoneX and coyg-81! Thank you for making this fic readable and for listening to my silly ideas. Shoutout to the sweet LightofEvolution for helping me out on this story's summary.

Just to make it clear in case you guys get confused with the dates, Draco is older than Hermione in this fic.

January 1980

The information she had received led her to Hyde Park, disillusioned as she observed the couple in front of her. The squib with a name of no importance would be generously paid—and obliviated—just to be sure.

Narcissa Malfoy, née Black, scrunched her nose up in distaste, eyeing the Muggle couple cooing at a baby in a pram. This trip had caused her to miss precious time with her family in favour of a park filled with filthy Muggles, but it was necessary.

For Draco.

She would never have come here if not for that vital information given a couple of weeks ago. A squib from Knockturn Alley claimed to have seen a baby girl—an omega—in the arms of a Muggle woman while traversing the London Underground. According to him, the Muggle couple lived in this neighbourhood - Knightsbridge, he'd said. The letter included an address with an unmoving photograph of a young Muggle woman in her twenties, head filled with riotous curls, eyes as brown as molten chocolate and seemingly wealthy—by Muggle standards. If she was the mother of this omega, the child would no doubt be a beauty when she came of age. It would not be a bad thing to aim to get the best, even from one with filthy roots.

Truth be told, she had little to no choice.

Omegas were a rare find in the Muggle world, more so in the wizarding one. They were prized and had often been the cause of conflicts in wizarding families, as some resorted to kidnapping and forced mating. They were needed for an alpha to survive the first few ruts of their life. Both worlds followed the same societal hierarchy but only in the wizarding world did they carry such importance. Betas took up the majority of the population, with no physical markings and the freedom to live how they wanted. Alphas, with their elevated marking on their shoulders as an indicator, made up about five percent of the populace. They were dominant in nature and usually became prominent figures—natural born leaders, if they survived.

That is where omegas came in.

Omegas, their elevated scent glands in their necks, just below their ears, complimented alpha dominance by their submissiveness and were observed to be the only remedy to the latter's survival. Before an alpha hit their twenties, they went through a cycle called a rut, where their bodies experienced biological alteration—or growth spurt—signifying maturity. It was accompanied by an insatiable need to fornicate and only omegas could appease the lust with their heats. It was rare to undergo the change and survive unscathed without an omega. Those who tried it with a beta—hoping to trick nature—did not live to tell the tale. When the fevered haze passed, they lost control of their mental faculties and, soon after, their body deteriorated into a husk of their former selves.

And that would never happen to Draco.

Her son, her only baby would never suffer, not if she could help it.

Biding her time, she followed the couple as they plowed through other Muggles visiting the area, up to the carpark. The man inched closer to a sleek black vehicle and was taking out what looked to be keys from his pocket when—suddenly—a man in a mask appeared, waving a metal tool in front of him in a threatening manner. He was shouting, demanding the keys and a wallet. The omega's father refused, causing the masked man to hit him over the head with the metal object and roughly shove him aside. The mother holding the pram was crying—pleading—for him not to hurt them but her words fell on deaf ears. Unsure of what to do—and weary to use magic with Muggles on sight—Narcissa had her wand at the ready, prepared to do what was necessary to save the baby.

What happened next caught her off guard and would forever be ingrained in her memory.

The father—recovering from the attack—scrambled to take hold of the object. Noticing this, the attacker aimed the object at his head, pulling the trigger.

Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

Narcissa—unused to seeing such violent bloodshed—recoiled from where she stood, shaking and forgetting she was disillusioned.

She heard a deafening cry to her right. The mother—hysterical from what she had witnessed—released the pram and crouched down to where her husband lay, shouting for help.

This seemed to incense the man in the mask for he fired another shot. This time he aimed at the young mother which made Narcissa flinch even more.

Satisfied by his handiwork, the murderer bent down and grabbed the keys from the victim's lifeless hand, jumped into the vehicle and drove off.

Narcissa stood frozen for what felt like hours until she heard a shrill cry from the baby. This pushed her to move, remembering the purpose of her excursion. She picked up the wailing babe and took off to a nearby alley. Still trembling from what transpired, she checked her surroundings for Muggles before swishing her wand and apparating away from the scene of the crime.

She appeared a few seconds later in a lavishly decorated drawing room and slumped down on her favourite chaise longue. When she was able to draw her breath and gather her bearings, she called for a house-elf.

"Sobry!" Narcissa called.

With a pop, a small female house-elf appeared, dressed in a clean velvet pillowcase with the gold M embroidered on it.

"You calls, Mistress?"

"Have you prepared the room as I have instructed?"

"Yes, Mistress. I has it ready as you said. I has." The house-elf bowed, eager to show subservience.

"Take this baby and—" she stopped when she saw Lucius enter the drawing room. Her husband's eyebrow raised when he saw the little bundle in her arms.

She flicked her wand and the baby was swaddled in a thicker blanket.

"Take her and feed her, Sobry. I will tend to her later," Narcissa ordered.

"Yes, Mistress. I is doing that" The elf gathered the babe in her arms and disappeared with a pop.

Finally free of her burden, Narcissa met Lucius halfway and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"I have finally found her, Lucius. We will never lose our precious boy."

She broke down in tears.