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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Harry was waiting in the parlour when Severus brought Minerva in.

She sat in the chair across from Harry while Severus sat beside him on the couch.

“So,” She began as Harry reached out and began making his tea. “Your loyalties?”

Harry laughed. “Well, you’re certainly wasting no time.” He said. “Make some tea, stay and chat a while.”

Minerva sighed, but humoured him. “I came here for a reason.” She said.

Severus chuckled. “And we will get to that, but Harry wants to give you some explanation with his answer.” He told her.

Minerva sat back with her cup. “Alright. First, tell me who you follow, then you can explain the hows and whys.”

Harry smiled. “Both Dad and I support the Dark faction, and before you imply that I chose it for him, he gave me the choice, before he even told me where his loyalties were. He explained the truth and let me tell him who I would choose first. Then he told me who he was loyal to. There was no influencing going on. I chose freely.” He said.

Minerva frowned. “I had my suspicions.” She muttered. “But why, when he killed your mother?” She asked.

Harry shook his head, and when Minerva opened her mouth, he spoke before she could. “I'm not saying he didn't, because we all know that’s not true, but I don’t blame him. He thought there was a prophecy about me, and he killed them so they couldn’t try again to make it come true later. A clean job, and all. But the person who holds the blame for all that is Dumbledore. He either knew the prophecy was a fake or was negligent in not even trying to turn it in, so either way, he spread the word about it to my Mum and made her believe she had to protect me or die trying. And she did.” Harry said flatly. “He even told her to step aside three times before he killed her. She had the option of living, if she had wanted. He only needed one of them dead, after all.”

Minerva sighed. “That does sound like the Tom I knew in school. He wasn’t one for needless murder, and he may have had some unpopular views on how to change things, but I was surprised when Albus told me what he was doing. It sounded so wrong. So unlike him.” She mused.

Harry realized just how old Tom was and fought to keep his face from showing his dismay at the reminder.

Severus' lips twitched.

“Don’t say a word.” Harry muttered at him.

Severus chuckled.

Minerva frowned. “What is so funny?” She asked.

Harry grimaced. “We'll tell you if you switch, but until then, it’s best kept a secret.” He told her.

“I suppose that's fair.”

“Also, aside from sending Sirius to Azkaban without a trial, Dumbledore sent me back to the Dursleys when he knew I was being mistreated there. I can’t forgive him for that. Please don’t ask me to.” Harry added.

Minerva shook her head. “I won't, your personal demons are yours to fight, and yours to decide who to forgive and who to blame. Others should never interfere except in an attempt to help ease the burden.” She said. “That being said, I will think on all this. I have begun to question some of the choices Albus has made, but I am not quite ready to throw in my lot with an old rival just yet. If I decide to join you, you will be the first to know. Until then, let Tom know I am considering it. If he goes after me, I will stand firmly against him. Make sure he knows that.” She added. “I have to get back to the school, now. I’m supposed to be watching it for the next day or so while Albus is out.”

Severus chuckled. “Then you really shouldn’t be here.” He gently chastised.

Minerva smiled. “This was more important. When the man's away, the cat will play.” She said. “I'll show myself out.”

They watched her go.

Harry turned to Severus. “I forgot how old Tom is.” He said with a face.

Severus laughed. “Don’t let him hear you having second thoughts.” He warned.

Harry sighed. “Is he still that old where it counts?” He asked.

Severus made his own face. “If you are asking if he can still maintain an erection—”

“No!” Harry shouted, face bright red. “I mean, will our children have birth defects? He is old.”

Severus sighed. “So long as he is the one to impregnate you, and you carry it, it will be fine.” He said. “I can’t believe we are having this discussion.” He added.

“I need to know these things! It’s important!” Harry said.

“It could have waited until—”

“Until I was pregnant, at which point it’s too late to worry?!” Harry snapped.

“You have a point there.” Severus agreed. “But it could have waited until you were planning to become pregnant.”

Harry frowned. “I needed to know before Tom gets around to proposing. Which he will eventually, I’ll make sure of it.”

Severus chuckled. “I’m sure you will.”

Harry smiled widely. “So as long as I carry the baby, it'll be fine?” He asked to make sure.

“Yes.” Severus told him. “Sperm are created fresh each day, while eggs are inborn. As a male, your eggs are created from sperm, and will only release when you are penetrated without a contraceptive charm on you. The charm keeps the egg from releasing. Submissives gain eggs when they go through their inheritance, while particularly strong wizards gain them when they wish for a child badly enough. That is called ‘wish magic,’ and it is rare, but it does happen.”

Harry frowned. “So I don’t have eggs yet?” He asked.

“As an unpresented Dracken, you have the magical strength to wish one into existence. Which you will. Not. Do. I am not going to be a grandfather until you are thirty, do you understand me?” He asked sternly.

Harry grinned. “Yes, Dad. Love you too. Isn’t thirty a bit old, though?”

“As a magical person, your fertility will not decline until you are fifty. As a Dracken, it could be even longer. You have time, Harrison.” Severus assured him.

“I guess so.” Harry agreed. “Alright, going to go up to my room and read now.”

Severus sighed in relief as Harry ran up the stairs. Well, he had survived the most awkward sex talk in the history of sex talks. At least it was over now, and probably wouldn’t need repeating ever again.

“I’m going to have a drink.” He decided. “I deserve it.”

*****

Harry frowned, opening his window for Luna’s owl. She had sent something, it looked like a picture.

Harry took the letter and the picture, unrolling it to see himself, in his boxers, beautifully drawn. He frowned and opened the letter.

“Harry,

This is for Marvolo. I didn’t want to send it directly, because if he knew that you hadn’t drawn it, I imagine he wouldn’t be too happy about me drawing such a thing. But I draw what Magic moves me to draw, and this wouldn’t quit bugging me until it was finished.

Send it to him for me, please? Don’t let your father know, though.

I’ll see you on the Express soon.

Luna”

Harry snickered and turned to Hedwig. “Want to make a delivery?” He asked.

He wrote a quick thank you and sent it back with Luna’s owl, then sent Hedwig off with the picture.

He headed back downstairs for dinner, calm and composed outwardly, while his insides were squirming with anticipation.

How would Tom react?

*****

Tom took the picture from Hedwig, unrolling it and choking on his dinner, quickly rolling it back up before Rookwood or Mulciber caught sight of it.

“What’s that, My Lord?” Rookwood asked.

“A portrait.” Tom answered.

Rookwood frowned. “From…?”

“Harrison.” Tom snapped. “Who do you think?!”

Rookwood mouthed, “Oh.”

Mulciber groaned. “What do you even see in him? He’s far too young, too happy to be with you. You need someone a little more serious, more mature.”

Tom gave him a blank stare. “What I need,” He began, his voice low and warning, “Is for one, none of your business, and for two, someone powerful enough to stand by my side as an equal. I won’t be with someone that cowers from me, or someone whose mind I can know with a single glance, or someone that I could easily outmatch in power.” He finished.

Mulciber laughed at that. “Power? How much power could that little boy possibly have?” He asked derisively.

Tom smiled, and waited for his mirth to subside before he told the man, “That little boy is going to inherit as a Dracken. Tell me, Mulciber, who alive right now has the power to gain a Dracken inheritance?”

Mulciber frowned. “That’s impossible! Even Dumbledore isn’t powerful enough to be a Dracken!” He denied.

Tom smiled. “And yet, Harrison is. That says something about the man he’s going to be, doesn’t it? I intend to stand by his side and share in his glory. I will be the only person allowed to share in his life to the extent that I will. I will make sure there are no others.” He said, then got up and went to his room, to peruse the picture alone.

Rookwood chuckled after their lord left the room. “Our Lord definitely knows how to pick them. Who else but a Dracken would be worthy of a place by his side? Better yet, who can stand against us with a Dracken at our back? We are going to become a great force for change, just as Our Lord has always wanted.” He said, satisfaction coating every syllable. “This is a good thing, Mulciber. Buck up.” He said, turning his attention back to his dinner.

Mulciber glowered down at his food. He didn’t believe that the boy would become a Dracken, but if he did, there were ways to remove him from the picture.

A Dracken was the only creature that would actually pose a threat to his Lord. And now that he was free, any threats would be eliminated.

Only when they became a danger, though.

Which Harrison Prince probably wouldn’t.

A Dracken? Please.
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