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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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“So what did you and the Dark Lord discuss?” Severus asked as they sat down for dinner. “Aside from his apparently ravenous sexual appetite?” He added, disapproval colouring every syllable.

“Oh, calm down, you've had sex, too, or I wouldn’t be here.” Harry said in amusement. “We talked about school.” He answered.

Severus gave him a look. “And?” He pressed.

Harry looked down at his food, pushing a pea around his plate with his fork. “And other things.” He said softly. Evasively.

“Such as?”

Harry realised he wasn’t going to drop the issue until Harry eased his mind.

“We discussed what he is and is not allowed to do with me. Things that bother me. Scare me.” He added the last in a whisper.

“Harrison, please look at me. This is important.” Severus said.

Harry looked up and met his eyes.

“Someday, those things will not scare you anymore. You will heal, and the memories will become distant. All it takes is time. When those wounds do heal, and you are ready to remove a limitation from your list, tell him. He will not be able to get inside your mind to know, with your shields. He will willingly walk on eggshells for you, but not forever. He expects open communication from you, and so you must be willing to tell him how you feel, the good and the bad. You need not be as open as you are with me, but a certain level of trust is essential in any relationship. Do you understand?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Something odd happened earlier, when we kissed. Well, two things, really.”

“Oh?” Severus said, interested.

“Well, I…” Harry flushed. “I got hard.” He admitted.

Severus smiled. “A good sign.” He said. “You are apparently attracted to him. I bet he liked that.”

Harry flushed further. “I’m pretty sure he did. Also, he got into my head.”

Severus went very still. “How?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. My shields were still up, but while we were kissing, as soon as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I could feel him in there. He didn’t go for any memories, or anything, just drifted around. Exploring. It was strange. But it felt… Right. Like my mind was welcoming him home, or something.” He finished.

Severus' brow furrowed. “That is strange. I have never heard of such a thing except from creatures that share a bond, and it doesn’t ever happen until the inheritance hits. I will do some research as to why it might have happened. I expect the Dark Lord is probably doing the same right now.”

“Probably.” Harry said. “When do we start my Dark Arts lessons?” He asked, to change the subject.

“We could do that after dinner, if you like. Eat, Harrison. You are too skinny in this new body. I don’t like it.” Severus added.

Harry grinned and continued eating.

*****

“Firstly, you need to learn how to shield your aura from being read. It can be manipulated to look a certain way, but only the Selwyn line has a talent for that, and while I know it can be done, I know not how to do it. So I will teach you what I do know. To hide your aura, you pull it inside yourself.” Severus told Harry.

Harry frowned. “I what?”

Severus sighed. “You can feel your magic hovering around your body if you concentrate. It's like a leak, only all over. It's slightly tingly.”

Harry concentrated, and found that, yes, there was a slight tingling all over. It extended a few inches out from his body in all directions, and he tried to draw it in.

Severus cast a charm and watched him. “You're getting it. Keep it up.”

Harry pulled harder and imagined a magnet inside him that pulled on magic rather than metal, that would suck all the stray magic in, and the tingling seemed to condense inside him.

“Good. Hold it in as often as you can, until it becomes reflexive. You will need to do that whenever you are somewhere that Dumbledore might see you. He can read auras. The more Dark Magic you use, the darker your aura will become.” Severus said, cancelling the spell to see Harry’s aura.

“What colour is Tom's aura?” Harry asked.

Severus scowled. “I don’t know. Black, I would assume. He has used Avada Kedavra a good deal, and that will turn an aura black if used too often.” He said.

Harry looked intrigued. “How many times can you use it before your aura turns black?”

“Is that really important?” Severus asked.

“It might be.”

Severus sighed, then asked, “How many people are you thinking of killing, then?”

Harry thought for a moment, then answered, “Three.”

Severus knew exactly who he meant. “Get in line.” He muttered.

Harry frowned. “You can't have Vernon. He's mine.” He said firmly.

“I daresay the Dark Lord will get to him well before you can cast that curse. Your uncle will not survive the meeting.” Severus told him.

Harry frowned, then sighed. “Dudley?”

“Might make it.” Severus told him.

“Then I want him. And Petunia. And Ron.”

“We will give you the boy. And your former friend. I want Petunia.” Severus growled.

Harry shrugged. “Fine. Just don’t lose track of Dudley. He'll go into foster care.”

Severus looked offended. “He will do no such thing! The Dark Lord and I will bring him here. He will stay in our dungeon until you are ready to cast your first Avada Kedavra. The Dark Lord will want to witness it. He will be so proud.” He said.

Harry snorted. “Of course he will. So, what first?”

Severus nodded decisively. “The lip-locker. The wand movement is a swiping motion over the lips in question, simple enough, and the incantation is ‘notitia abierunt.’ Be careful with the pronunciation on the last word, it can be tricky.”

Harry tried, but Severus stopped him.

“Ah-bi-eh-roont.” He corrected, flipping the ‘r.’ “Again. It is already clear you need to know this one.”

Harry tried again, slower, and Severus nodded. “Faster.”

Harry said it again, faster.

“Once more. As quickly as you can accurately do it.” Severus instructed.

Harry said the incantation one more time, accurately and as quickly as Severus had the first time.

Severus smiled proudly. “Perfect. Now, as with the previous one, you must hold the information you wish to hide within your mind as you cast. This spell will keep them from speaking entirely when they wish to tell your secret, and will cloud the information from Legilimency by layering your Occlumency shields over it. It will last past your death, so be sure it is acceptable for that information to disappear once you do.”

Harry nodded. “How do I modify it so that they can speak about the secret to me?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “It already is keyed to your presence. You can key it to other parties by including their names in the spell when cast. Once they approach the other persons that know and speak of the secret, the spells on the other parties will alter by including them in turn. That is the only way they may speak of it without you in the same room. Be careful with that modification, it can be risky.” He warned.

“Sounds like. But bloody useful!” Harry said enthusiastically.

“Language.” Severus chastised.

Harry shot him a glare, though it was weak.

Severus returned with a smirk. “No son of mine is going to have a potty mouth.” He hummed, then added, “At least not before he is sixteen.”

“Bet you weren’t sixteen the first time you swore.” Harry muttered.

Severus laughed. “I wasn’t.” He admitted. “But I never did it in my parents' presence!”

“Not even after you were seventeen?” Harry asked curiously, and the mirth in Severus' eyes abruptly died.

“They died when I was sixteen.” He admitted softly. “I never got the chance to be an adult around them.” He sighed. “I was not sad to lose my father, he was a drunkard that liked to get violent. Losing my mother, though… That hurt.”

Harry was silent for long moments, then he asked, timidly. “What happened to them? If you can talk about it.”

“Sit.” Severus said, walking over to the couch and patting the spot next to him as he took a seat.

Harry sat, turned toward the man.

“They were at a Christmas party. I was staying at school that holiday, as I did most years, to escape my father. According to the police reports, Tobias, my father, got roaring drunk at the party. He began to get disruptive, and was asked to leave. As they left, my mother tried to get the keys from him and convince him to call a cab, but he wouldn’t listen to her, or the other three people that tried to stop him from driving. He forced her to get into the car and began driving home. They wrecked just two blocks from our home at Spinner's End. Father died instantly. Mother… She held on just long enough for me to see her in the hospital a day after the crash. I held her hand as the light left her eyes.” He finished sadly, and Harry's heart broke. He wrapped his arms around the man as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“It was not your fault, it was years before you were even born. But you know, now, why I will not forsake you. I know what it is to be alone in the world. I would never wish that on my son.” Severus said solemnly. “You will have me for as many years as I can give you. Hopefully it will be more than my mother was able to give to me.”

Harry nodded. “I hope so.”

Severus smiled. “I intend to live to see you marry your Dark Lord. So I can give you away into his keeping.” He quipped.

Harry laughed. “I don’t really think Tom is marriage material!” He said.

“Funny, he said the same thing. Nevertheless, I will see it done.” Severus said firmly, standing. “Now, get to bed.”

Harry dug something out of his pocket and handed it to Severus as he stood. “My mother’s journal. You said you'd read it.” He said.

Severus took it reverently. “And so I shall.” He murmured.

“I want it back when you are done with it.” Harry said. “The picture inside, too.”

Severus frowned and opened it, looking at the picture. He traced it, smiling. “I still have my copy. In my room. I will return it as it is.”

Harry smiled. “Maybe this will make you happy. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

Severus nodded. “It is only natural to be curious. You may ask me anything. Most things I will answer. Those that I will not, you will at least get a reason from me.”

Harry nodded. “Good night, Severus.”

“Sweet dreams, Harrison.” He said, sitting back down and turning to the first page of the journal.

Harry smiled and headed to bed.
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