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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry sat next to Severus. “So I’m fifteen now.” He said.

“Congratulations on living to such a ripe, old age.” Severus replied dryly.

“You said after my birthday I could spend a night at Tom's place once in a while.” He said hopefully.

Severus groaned. “What, tonight?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Why not?” He asked back.

“Fine. One night. One.” Severus stressed.

Harry smiled widely and hugged him. “Thanks! You're great! I’m going to go pack an overnight bag.”

Severus sighed as he ran up the stairs. At least he could take comfort in knowing his bag hadn’t already been packed.

*****

“Hello, Professor. You wanted to see me? Your Owl indicated that it was urgent. I came as soon as I could.” Tom said, Thomas Harding glamour up.

Albus Dumbledore smiled wryly. “Yes, I’m in a bit of a pickle. See, there’s a rumour that the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts has a curse on it, and no Professor in decades has lasted more than one year. We are being threatened this year with a Ministry plant as professor, unless I can fill it in two days. Do you have a Mastery in the subject, or enough know-how to at least be a suitable teacher? Lord Gryffindor might be able to overcome the curse said to be in place, even. I know the castle will protect you.”

Tom hummed. “How would you prefer to test me? You and the teachers cannot duel me inside the castle, there would be a backlash.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Quite, but we could hold a test duel outside.” He offered.

Tom nodded back. “Yes, we can do that. Who would you have me duel?” He asked.

Dumbledore led the way out of the office. “I asked Professor Flitwick to come back for the day and test you. He is a master duellist, and will push your limits to see exactly where you stand.” He explained. “We need to know that you are qualified. The rules are simple: Light spells only, show your skills on the defensive before you start to fight back, and we will see if you can teach the next generation to properly protect themselves against the threats we now face.”

Tom hummed as Dumbledore knocked on Flitwick office door. “That sounds fair.” He said. He preferred the Dark Arts as a defense, but he knew and could use the Light spells for defense.

They collected Flitwick and headed outside. “I’m glad you’re considering the position, none of us want a Ministry official coming in and filling the children's minds with propaganda.” Flitwick said. “Especially now that You-Know-Who is back! We need to prepare them properly!”

Tom frowned. “Who? Voldemort? He's not that big a threat anymore, I’d wager. He's weakened, surely.” He said dismissively. “Even so, I suppose it’s better safe than sorry.” He added.

“Quite so.” Dumbledore said. “Cut the head off a snake, and it can still bite for a while. Even a weakened enemy can be dangerous.” He said firmly.

“Yes, I certainly want Harrison trained well. He walks into danger nearly every day, it sometimes seems.” Tom said, the irony of his words not lost on him.

“Yes.” Dumbledore agreed. “And it is quite possible that to defeat him, Harry will have to die.” He said heavily.

Tom stilled. “What do you mean?” He asked lowly.

Dumbledore stopped and looked at him. “Inside of him resides a piece of Voldemort's soul. For Voldemort to die, every piece of his soul needs to be destroyed. Even the piece inside Harry.” He said. “For that, Harry must die.”

Tom gritted his teeth. “Then Voldemort will just have to live as long as Harry does, because I refuse to let him die of anything other than old age. Find another way, or make your peace with Voldemort living for quite a while longer. I won’t lose Harrison.” He said firmly.

“Now, none of us like the idea, but in times of war, certain sacrifices must be made.” Dumbledore told him.

Tom glared at him. “Sacrifices?! This is a life you are talking about! Harry Potter's life! If people heard of this, can you imagine the public outcry?” He nearly shouted.

“Which is why they will not find out.” Dumbledore said, drawing his wand. He cast a lip-locker on Tom. “We can’t have this getting out before it comes to pass. It has to happen this way. Be glad you can help ensure he lives long enough to do everything he can before he needs to die.” He said.

Tom gritted his teeth. “Fine!” He snapped. “Let’s get this duel over with.”

Flitwick bowed, and Tom returned the bow, and spells immediately began to fly fast and furious.

Tom defended himself with finesse and skill for the first thirty-five minutes, until he felt he had impressed Dumbledore with his skill, then began firing back. It took him a little longer, since he was relegated to light spells only, but within twenty minutes Flitwick was stunned, bound, and left defenseless.

Tom cleared his throat and looked at Dumbledore. “I believe I win.” He said.

Dumbledore was stunned speechless. He blinked a few times, shook himself, and smiled widely. “So you do! Well, you are certainly qualified! Wake our charms professor and we will discuss your payment and any special considerations you need. We would love to have you on the staff! You are more than qualified!”

Tom chuckled and revived Flitwick. “That was a wonderful duel. You’re really very good.” He said.

Flitwick chuckled. “You beat me, but thank you.”

Tom smiled. “It was a work-out. I don’t get that much anymore. You did very well, considering the training I’ve had.” He said.

Dumbledore smiled. “Well, come to my office and we can discuss the particulars.” He said.

Tom smiled, gave Flitwick a nod, and followed Dumbledore to his office, plotting the man’s downfall the whole way.

*****

Harry beamed at Tom when the Floo-call came at five that evening.

“Well?” The man asked.

“I can come over for the night!” Harry said excitedly. “I’m ready whenever you are!”

Tom smiled. “Good. Bid your father good night and I will be waiting for you. Be quick, I have big news for you.” He said. “You’ll be the first to know.”

Harry nodded. “Be there in a minute!” He said beofre cutting the connection. He ran into the library. “Tom’s home! Heading over!” He gave his father a hug. “Good night, Dad. See you tomorrow around lunch time!”

“Do not do anything I would disapprove of.” Severus said.

“Okay.” Harry said, again crossing his fingers in a fold on his robe.

“Have fun. I will see you tomorrow.” Severus said.

Harry raced out, grabbed his bag, and made the Floo trip to Riddle Manor.

As soon as he came out of the Floo, strong arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled into a kiss. He moaned and melted into it, savouring the taste of Tom and the feeling of the man winding through his head.

Tom broke the kiss and smiled down at him. “Guess who’s going to be your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor next year?” He purred.

Harry gaped at him. “No way! For real?” He asked, stunned.

Tom smiled. “And the year after that, and after that. Because I can remove the curse. It’ll be all too easy.” He said.

Harry grinned. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun.”

Tom chuckled. “Aren’t we?” He agreed. “So,” He sobered. “What are your rules?”

Harry cleared his throat. “Don’t do anything Dad would disapprove of. But I crossed my fingers when I agreed to it, so it doesn’t apply.” He added hurriedly.

Tom laughed. “My sneaky little Prince! Alright, fine, no rules it is.”

Harry followed him to his room and put his things in the wardrobe. He didn’t plan on bringing any clothes home, since he figured he’d eventually need an outfit here. It was the same reason he’d brought his least favorite set of pyjamas with him to leave over here. He meant for them to stay here for next time. Soon enough, he wouldn’t need to bring anything, and he could come over without warning.

It would feel like living here, and he wanted that.

He loved Severus, but he knew at some point he would get angry and leave in a huff, and he didn’t want to have to go to his room and pack before doing so. It didn’t suit his grandiose style of dramatic exits like just leaving would.

And Severus would have less time to tell him not to leave, or try to ground him.

Tom watched him, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, a small smile on his face. “Your clothes look good there.” He said mildly.

“But they’d look better on your floor?” Harry asked cheekily.

Tom frowned. “No. Where did you here that horrible line? You’re too young for that.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh, like another year is going to make so much difference!” He drawled, sounding very like Severus.

Tom made a face. “You sound exactly like your father. And I’m not being facetious.” He added.

Harry snorted. “Either way, one year means nothing.” He pointed out.

“We’ll probably wait even longer. I was attracted to your face and the feel of your power, not your age. I prefer maturity.” Tom told him.

Harry frowned. “I’m mature!” He protested.

“In some ways, yes.” Tom pushed off the wall and came closer. He ran a hand over Harry’s cheek and down to his throat, sliding around to cup the back of his neck. “You have maturity, it’s true, but you are also so young in other ways. And I am loathe to strip that away any faster than it already is being stripped from you. You’re growing up, and it is fine for it to happen naturally. There is no need to rush things.” He said softly, then drew Harry into a kiss, his hand sliding into Harry’s hair.

Harry sighed, clinging to Tom. He was safe, and the gentle tugging in his hair was nothing to be scared over. He battled back the unease, and Tom broke the kiss. “You’re getting better.” He noted, giving a slight tug as he pulled his hands free.

Harry made a face. “Don’t do it on purpose!” He snapped, hitting Tom in the chest with a fist.

Tom laughed. “You hit like a girl!”

Harry balled up his fist again and aimed for Tom’s face.

Tom caught his hand, not longer smiling. “Don’t. I will retaliate if you mar my face.” He said sternly.

Harry growled. “Should kick you in the balls.” He muttered.

“Didn’t your father already have words with you about doing that?”

“He said nothing about not doing it to you.” Harry shot back. “He’d probably cheer me on, actually.”

Tom hummed. “Yes, you do have a point.” He agreed.

Harry sighed. “Just don’t test my limits for fun.”

Tom grinned wickedly. “I intend to push you past that one. I can get a little overzealous in bed. Hair-pulling is part of the experience.” He licked his lips. “And yours is so thick and soft, it’s quite impossible to keep my hands out of it. It’s practically a magnet.” He said.

Harry groaned. “Great. Let’s go have dinner.”

“When you leave tomorrow, you will leave with Wormtail. He’s already in a cage in his rat form, waiting for you.” Tom said.

Harry grinned. “Oh, goody! Sirius will be absolutely thrilled to have his freedom again!” He said happily.
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