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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Severus led Harry into Gringotts and up to the counter. “I need to speak to…” He paused and looked at Harry. “Ragnok?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’ve always talked to Griphook.” He said.

Severus’ lip curled. “Of course you’d go through the Potter goblin.” He muttered, then turned to the goblin again. “Griphook, please.”

The goblin hurried off and Severus sighed. “You will be changing that today. Prince affairs go through Ragnok, and you will be going through him from here on out. He will protect your assets better.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded agreeably. He didn’t care what goblin he dealt with, but if Severus did, there was a good chance there was a good reason for that.

Griphook showed up. “What can I do for you?”

Severus turned to the goblin. “We are here to transfer magical guardianship of Harry to myself.”

Griphook looked down at Harry. “Magical guardianship cannot be transferred at this time, I’m afraid.” He said.

Severus stiffened. “Why not?”

Griphook smiled. “He is taking part in the Triwizard Tournament. He is legally emancipated as a result. He is his own magical guardian now.”

Harry smiled. “Wicked! Can I drink Firewhiskey now?”

Severus snorted. “No. You can live on your own and access your full fortune, though.”

“You may also unseal and have read your parents’ wills.” Griphook told him.

“Who sealed them?” Severus asked sharply.

“Albus Dumbledore.” Griphook answered calmly.

Severus sighed. “Of course he did.” He said wearily.

Harry frowned. “What do I need to do to unseal them?”

“Simply tell us.” Griphook answered. “We will set a date for the reading, notify the beneficiaries, and you will all gather here to hear the wills and receive what you are owed.”

Harry nodded. “Then yes, let’s unseal them.” He decided.

Griphook nodded. “Very good. You will be notified by owl when a date is determined.”

“Also, we want Harry to go through Ragnok from now on.” Severus said.

Griphook nodded. “Yes, we can do that. I will go get him.”

Harry looked at Severus. “Why is that so important?” He asked.

“Ragnok is the head of this branch. He deals with the oldest and richest accounts, which you are part of, after inheriting the Selwyn vaults and now being the Prince Heir. You, Harry, are extremely well-to-do, now.” Severus told him.

Harry nodded, thinking. “So he works with the richest people. Like the Malfoys?” He asked.

Severus nodded. “And the Blacks, the Lestranges, and the Abbotts.” He revealed.

“Huh. Okay.” Harry said, losing interest in that. “Was there anything else we needed to do here?” He asked, as Ragnok came up to the counter.

“Yes.” Severus told him, then turned to Ragnok. “I need to open a trust account for Harry, as he is my son. I wish to deposit two thousand galleons into it now, and fifty each month. He is only allowed to access the account once he becomes seventeen.” He added, shooting a smirk at Harry.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your money.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “Nevertheless, it is yours now.” He said.

Ragnok filled out some paperwork and pulled out a key. “We will send your key on your majority, young Heir Prince.” He said.

“I also need to make a trip down to the Prince vault.” Severus told him.

Ragnok nodded. “Come with me.” He led them to a cart, and they made the dizzying trip down to one of the lowest vaults.

Severus got out and went into the vault, retrieving a signet ring, which he slid onto his right pinkie. “This will be yours one day, but only once I am gone.” He told Harry.

Harry shrugged. “Alright.”

They made the trip back up, and Severus smiled. “Now we are done here.” He said. “Thank you, Ragnok. It is always a pleasure dealing with you.”

Ragnok inclined his head.

They left, and Harry followed Severus into Madame Malkin’s. “What do I need to do at the will reading?” He asked.

“Nothing of import. Just be there.” Severus answered as Madame Malkin rushed to the front of the store.

“Severus! And Mr. Potter! Nice to see you. What can I do for you?” She asked.

Severus smiled. “Harry needs a new winter cloak. I was thinking a nice bottle green—”

“Red.” Harry corrected. “I’m not going to walk around in Slytherin colours just because I’m your son now.” He told Severus.

Severus hummed. “A nice burgundy, perhaps.” He turned to Harry. “I won’t be buying you Gryffindor colours, so you’ll make do with what I will get you.” He shot back.

Harry grinned. “Fine.”

“Velvet. Sumptuous and soft, but not too heavy for his petite frame. We need quality, Madame.” Severus said.

Madame Malkin smiled. “Then you’ve come to the right place.” She declared and moved Harry to a stool for measuring.

Harry stood and let himself be measured, then waited while she retrieved a sample of the fabric for Severus’ approval.

Severus seemed pleased with it, and they left, after being told it would be delivered to Hogwarts in three days.

“Ice cream?” Harry asked hopefully as they left.

Severus chuckled. “Yes. Now we’ll go get ice cream.” He agreed.

They each got an ice cream and sat to eat it inside, where it was warmer.

“I wanted to talk to you today about some Prince traditions. I'm going to assume you don’t want to enter into a marriage contract with any of the older, more respected families?” Severus asked, just to be sure.

Harry made a face and shook his head.

Severus smiled. “I thought not. That’s fine, I didn’t either, I’m not going to force you. However, your education is seriously lacking. At your age, in our family, you should be learning some Darker spells while we are away from Hogwarts. I plan to start teaching you some this coming break. We have to stay at Hogwarts long enough to attend the Yule Ball, but after that we may leave and go to Prince Manor for the remaining fortnight, if you would like.” He offered.

Harry grinned broadly. “I'd love that!” He said eagerly.

“We will only have two weeks, but it will be enough to start, at least.” Severus cautioned.

“That’s fine by me. I just want to see where you live.”

Severus smiled. “You will have a large bedroom. The Heir's bedroom is a very good size.” He told Harry.

Harry grinned. “Not that that matters to me. I'd be happy with anything.”

Severus chuckled. “Oh, just wait until you see it.”

*****

Later that night, Harry stood watching the cauldron simmer, after the ring, cup and Voldemort’s grotesque body had been dropped into it.

His blood and a finger from Wormtail were the next things added, and some dust from one of the graves, which was apparently bone from Voldemort's father.

Harry shivered, watching the cauldron expectantly, but with apprehension at the same time.

It frothed and bubbled, shimmering softly as he, Wormtail and the man behind the mask of Moody watched, with bated breath.

A figure emerged. Skeletal and white, humanoid, but certainly not human in the strictest sense of the word. His face was mostly human, but for the missing lips and the sunken-in eyes, which were a strange, glowing red.

Sinister.

Harry shuddered.

He was hideous, and frightening to look upon.

He waited patiently while the man called his followers, monologued for a bit, berated them a while, then dismissed them after a few seemingly random bouts of torture.

After the man spoke quietly to Voldemort, he and ‘Moody’ left, Apparating back to Hogwarts together.

“Well?” Fake Moody asked after he could see Harry again, taking a drink from the flask at his side and replacing the wooden leg and the eye as his body shifted back to Moody's body.

“I refuse to follow that.” Harry said firmly, face twisted in disgust. “He's horrid-looking and frightening, and I want no alliance with a madman that tortures his followers for fun.”

“Severus has some work to do, I agree. But he will look better soon. Don’t make a snap judgement just yet.” Fake Moody said. “As for the torture, it was mostly done to people who denounced him. Who said they had followed him under Imperius. Those people knew what would happen if he returned, and they took that chance. Willingly.” He shrugged. “Do you still want to help him?”

Harry sighed. “We’ll see. I’m open to following him post-makeover, so I may change my mind once he looks better. So long as he doesn’t torture Severus for not coming tonight.”

‘Moody’ laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. And don't worry, I made Severus' excuses. He should be fine, but even having said that, we all know that the Dark Lord is mercurial. It’s late. Get to bed.”

Harry nodded and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
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