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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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Harry smiled as Severus put his cloak on him, nodding once. “It looks good on you.” He said in approval.

“Good. Can we go now?” Harry asked excitedly.

Severus chuckled. “Yes, we can. Come on, let's head to the gates. We will Apparate and walk a short ways to the edge of the Wards, where I will key you in. You will be given a family ring, which will turn invisible once on you, and acts as a Portkey to my room, the most heavily-Warded room in the house. Use it as a last resort only.” He said. “But it is a small measure of security for someone as high-profile and well-known as you. If you ever need to escape an unfavourable situation, I expect you to use it.” He added firmly.

Harry nodded. “Alright.” He agreed.

They walked in companionable silence to the gates. Once they had crossed the Wards, Harry spoke up. “So I got a journal out of Mum's vault that she left for me.” He told Severus.

“Yes, I saw you slip something into your pocket. What about it?” Severus asked.

“I think you should read it. It’s from when she found out about me. I brought it with me.” Harry explained.

Severus hummed. “It talks of our affair, I take it?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Harry told him. “She compares you to James several times.” He added.

Severus' lips thinned, and Harry hastily tacked on, “Favourably.”

Severus looked surprised at that. “Really?” He asked.

Harry smiled brightly. “She really loved you.”

Severus looked a bit happier at that. “Perhaps I will read it.” He murmured, then held out an arm. “Take my arm.”

Harry took the proffered arm and Severus Apparated them to a Manor. The grounds were expansive, and Severus led him toward a wrought-iron gate, then had Harry lay a hand on it. He spoke a stream of Latin and Harry felt a tingle work its way up his arm, then his whole body warmed as he was accepted by the Wards.

“There, you’re keyed in.” Severus said. He pushed the gate open and they walked in.

The Manor was large, and Harry stared in awe as they approached it. “Wow. How much are you worth?” He asked Severus.

Severus smiled smugly, looking up at the house, as he answered, “Enough.”

Harry had to agree.

They went in and were greeted by three house-elves.

“These are Pippa, Tissy and Tipple. Pippa is the Head elf, and my personal elf. You may pick one of the others as your elf. They will be the one to come when you call, unless they are busy, in which case, whoever is free will come.” Severus told him.

Harry hummed. “Alright, I'll pick Tissy.” He said.

Tissy beamed at him. “Tissy will be happy to have a new master! What should we call young master?” She asked.

Harry flushed. “My name is Harry.” He told them.

“Okay, Master Harry! Wes are all pleased to meet you!”

Harry smiled at them. “I’m pleased to meet you, too!” He said.

“Alright, back to work. Pippa, Tissy, we will need fires started in our bedrooms. Harry is the Prince Heir, so he will be using that room.” Severus said.

All the elves bowed and popped away.

“Come, you need to get your ring and then I will show you to your room.” Severus said, leading Harry up the large, marble staircase.

The whole of the downstairs screamed opulent wealth, marble flooring everywhere and tapestries hanging on every wall, depicting various magical and mundane animals.

Severus led him down a carpeted hallway to a door marked with a plaque that read: “family room.” He opened the door and turned to Harry.

“Only those of Prince blood can come into this room. Do not attempt to bring in anyone who is not of our bloodline, as the Wards on this room will cast an irreversible blood-boiling curse on them, which will kill them slowly and painfully.” Severus warned.

Harry gulped. “Got it. Um, since the Dark Lord used my blood for his resurrection, can he come into this room?” He asked curiously.

Severus frowned, thinking about it. “Probably.” He answered slowly. “But I am in no hurry to test it.”

“Right.”

Severus moved aside, and Harry walked in. The family tree was all over the walls, swirls and whorls leading from one person to the next. Harry looked it over, finding the blanked-out spot that led to Severus' name, and the line from it that led to a blank spot. He frowned and pointed it out.

“Shouldn’t my name be there?” He asked.

Severus hummed and nodded. “Yes, but you have not been added formally yet. First, we need to decide if we are changing your name, and what to. Then, we will add you with your new name. You will be taking the surname Prince, no matter what else we decide.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I'd like that.”

Severus walked over to a small door in the wall and opened it, taking out a box. “These are the rings. There are five in all. The Head ring is the signet, which I am wearing, and the rest are merely Portkeys.” He opened the box and held it out. “Put one on.”

Harry took out a ring, which was simple gold with a Prince crest on it, and slid it onto his finger. It resized to fit him, then became invisible.

Severus smiled. “Good. You use it by touching it with a finger and saying, ‘take me home,’ and it will deliver you to my bedroom, which has the same Blood Wards as this room.”

Harry frowned. “What if you marry? Shouldn’t you share the room with your wife?”

Severus’ smile turned wistful. “One: I will not marry. I lost the love of my life thirteen years ago. I will never give my heart again unless I am assured of their safety. And that is rarely promised. Two: any Prince that marries must enter into a soul-bond, which will allow the other person to safely bypass the Blood Wards, as a soul-bond shares something much more sacred and binding than blood.”

Harry blinked. “Oh.” He said in surprise.

Severus smiled and put the box back. “Now, I will show you to my room and your room past it. Follow me.” He left the room and walked down the hallway, passing several doors, pointing them out and telling Harry, “Guest room, parlour, guest room, library, family dining room—Blood Wards again, another guest room, another parlour, my study—Blood Wards, your study—Blood Wards, and my bedroom. Also Blood Wards on this and your bedroom. These Wards will let someone through if you key them in, but only these. Bedrooms are able to allow access, so if you need security from someone, use your study. There is a passage to both from my bedroom, in case I have keyed in the person who is threatening you. I will not allow anyone access to my room, but on the off-chance, there is an escape route.” He led Harry into the room and pressed a panel low on the wall. The floor slid open, and Harry saw a short flight of stairs leading down to a walkway before thirty seconds had passed and the floor slid back into place. “The first door is to your study, the one a few feet further is mine.” He explained.

Harry nodded. “Why is it on the floor?” He asked.

Severus smirked. “So the person trying to find you will not hear you walking as you escape. You will be below them, muffled by the floor they will be walking on. It is the smartest choice.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess it is.” He looked around at the furniture. All of it, including the bed, was in some kind of dark wood, and the bed was large enough to fit two—or even three—people comfortably. “Big bed.” He said.

Severus smirked. “Yours is almost as big. Are you ready to see your room?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Sure.”

They left the room and came to a door at the end of the hall, which Severus opened and ushered him in. The furniture in here was much lighter, but, again, the bed was larger than one person would need.

“Why are the beds so big?” Harry asked. The comforter was grey and had the Prince crest on it, but he supposed he could live with that.

Severus chuckled. “Well, usually the Head of the family does not step down until they die, so the Heir's room needs to accommodate both the Heir and their eventual spouse.” He explained.

Harry eyed the bed. “Will I be able to have my eventual boyfriend or girlfriend over before we marry?” He asked.

“Certainly.” Severus answered.

Harry looked at him in shock. “Really?” He asked.

“When you are engaged.” Severus added.

Harry sighed in defeat. “So much for that idea.”

Severus chuckled. “You will find ways around my rules. Children always do.” He told Harry fondly.

“You're right, the bedroom is huge.” He said, sitting on the bed. It was wonderfully soft.

“Do you like it?” Severus checked.

Harry smiled. “It'll do.” He said lightly.

Severus smiled. “Good. I have to deliver a potion to the Dark Lord, which I will be doing after we eat. You will stay put while I am gone, and do not leave the house, or I will be cross. Can you do that?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I’ll explore the library.”

“Do not go down the aisle farthest from the doors. Those are the Dark Arts books you will be learning from, and you are not to use them without me here.”

Harry frowned. “I can’t even read them?”

“Some of them are cursed, and you do not know which. Do. Not. Touch. Them.” He repeated.

Harry scowled. “Fine.” He muttered.

“The rest you may look through. There are journals for some of our ancestors on several shelves. Some of them were very interesting characters.” He told Harry.

“Sounds great.”

Severus nodded. “Let’s get lunch, and then I will leave. I should only be an hour or so. Then we will discuss your name.” He said.

Harry nodded, and they headed into the family dining room. It was a smallish room that sat six people, and the table was also dark. “The Prince family seemed to favour dark woods.”

Severus chuckled. “Yes, they did. Stains show up easier on lighter woods. Particularly blood stains.”

Harry’s face drained of colour.

Severus laughed out loud. “I was joking! Well, about the blood part, at least.”

Harry sighed in relief. “That was mean.” He muttered.

“Don’t worry so much. Aside from the fact that we learn Dark Arts and have dungeons in our Manors, this family is very unlike the other Dark families. The Princes are more forgiving.”

They sat down and Severus called for lunch. They both ate quietly, one planning how to tackle the library shelves he was allowed to peruse, the other considering how likely he was to get away from the Dark Lord in a timely manner. Without telling him about Harry any sooner than he had to.
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