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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 was practically giddy with excitement as Severus pulled his hood on. “Stop vibrating, Harrison. Temper your excitement.”

“I can’t! He wanted me there, too! I want to know why!” He said exuberantly.

Severus merely sighed and led the way out the door. “For the love of Merlin!” He reached out and pulled the cowled hood of his grandfather’s cloak over Harry’s face. “Cowl yourself until he makes it clear he wants your identity known, you bloody idiot!”

Harry stuck his tongue out at Severus. Luckily, the cowled hood hid the motion from his father.

“Come.” Severus held out an arm.

Harry took hold and they Apparated.

They arrived in Malfoy Manor's ballroom.

Tom was standing at the front of the room, Lucius slightly behind his right shoulder.

Severus went to him and kissed the hem of his robe, murmuring, “My Lord.”

Harry bent to echo him, and Tom grabbed his arm.

“Not you. You stand here, beside me.” Harry met Severus' eyes, shocked, but his father merely nodded once, in satisfaction it seemed, before stepping down and standing right in front.

//Why// Harry asked in parseltongue.

Tom smirked. //You are to be my consort. It is a position of honour. You are not a servant, as your father is.// He said simply.

//I don’t like that he has to kiss your robe like the others.// Harry said.

Tom met his eyes, an eyebrow raised, as a few more followers came forward to kiss his robe. //Nevertheless, Harrison, he chose that position. He is comfortable there, by now. You have been chosen for a different path, and it comes with certain perks. You'll learn to like them.// He said surely, then turned to the room and switched to English. “My faithful, you are here today for two reasons. Firstly, I would like you to meet my second, my consort.” He turned to Harry. “Remove the cowl.” He said softly.

Harry pushed the cowled hood down to pool around his neck, revealing his face.

“Harrison Prince, formerly known as Harry Potter.” Tom told them all, and eyes widened as muttering broke out. “Harm him in any way, and you will answer to me. Your punishment will be most unpleasant.” He told them firmly.

“My Lord,” One of the hooded Death Eaters spoke up, “Why have you chosen this boy as your consort when any one of us would be more than happy to fill the role?”

“None of you pleased my eye as much as he did. He may be young, yes, but youth does have certain advantages. Also, Mulciber, Crucio!”

Harry stuck out his hand as the screaming started and pushed Tom's wand down, cutting off the spell.

//What are you doing?!// Tom snapped in parseltongue.

//He only asked a question. You don’t need to torture him for that.// Harry told him in the same language.

//I don’t like being questioned.// Tom replied.

“My Lord, he is obviously too soft-hearted, too weak to be by your side.” Another Death Eater spoke up.

Harry looked at the man with a raised eyebrow, turned to Tom and said, in English, “Okay, you can torture that one.”

Tom smirked and cast the pain curse again.

Harry watched as the man screamed and writhed in pain. After three minutes, he turned back to Tom. “That should be enough. He might still be useful. Who is that, anyway?”

Tom shrugged. “Marcus Goyle.” He said flippantly.

Harry smirked, and looked at the man as he shakily got to his feet. “Careful, Mr. Goyle. My father is teaching me some Darker spells, now, and if I get into a fight with your son at school, Dumbledore will back me. Until he learns of my switch, I am a dangerous foe for the Dark children to have.” He warned.

The man bowed his head at the threat from his Lord's consort.

“Bring in the hopefuls.” Tom spoke, and the man still standing near the door opened it, and six figures came in, cowled as Harry had been. They lined up before Tom and the man spoke. “Remove your cowls.”

They pushed them back, and Harry was left looking at Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode.

“You all will answer to my consort, Harrison. Begin now by showing him proper respect.” Tom told them.

Draco's eyes flashed angrily, but he was the first to sink into a bow at his feet. “My Lord.” He said through gritted teeth.

“No.” Harry said flatly, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back to his feet. He turned to Tom. “They're mine?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “Until their initiation, yes. Use them well, and I might let you keep them.” He told Harry.

“They won't call me ‘My Lord.’ I don’t like it.” Harry said flatly.

Tom looked surprised. “Then what would you have them call you?”

Harry thought for a moment, then smiled. “Their Prince.” He said.

“Simple, elegant, and also accurate. I like it.” Tom said.

“And they won’t bow to me. I will accept camaraderie, and give it in return, but I don’t want grovelling. Can we put the past aside, everyone? Malfoy?” He asked pointedly.

Draco glared at him, but answered, “Yes, My Prince.”

“Look, I’m going to need you guys on my side. If I’m turning on Dumbledore, it puts me in danger. You may not like me right now, but I'm hoping we can become friends. Can I trust you to have my back?” He asked, looking around at them all.

“Can we have your front, too?” Pansy asked flirtatiously.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Afraid not, Our Lord has claimed most of me. It's my back, or nothing.”

Pansy pouted. “Shame. But I'll help you out if need be.”

Draco nodded reluctantly, and the others followed suit. “We can play nice. Until you prove yourself a traitor to our cause. I don’t trust easily.” Draco told him.

Harry just smiled. “You'll come to trust me.”

Tom got their attention. “For now, you are to keep covert watch over him. If you come across information he needs, you will relay it to him in a discreet manner. You will protect him from Dumbledore. If he gives you an instruction, assume it comes from me. I will be in contact with him frequently. He is my second, my consort, and you will treat him as such.”

All the Slytherin’s eyes widened dramatically at that news.

Harry flushed as they all looked at him in shock.

“In time,” Tom spoke again, drawing their attention, “I will have a signifier for you made, that will let Harry induct new hopefuls and alert you when he needs you. Only those who wear one will be able to see the others. For now, simply keep the lines of communication open. Harrison will read any letters you send him. Feel free to talk of whatever you please with him, it would please me to see him count you among his friends by the end of the school year.” He finished. “You are all dismissed.” He spoke to the room at large.

People began leaving and Tom grabbed Harry's arm as he made to go to Severus.

Harry tensed, and Tom released him, cursing. “Sorry. May I have your hand?”

Harry frowned, but held out his hand, palm-down.

Tom took it gently and turned it over, pressing a kiss to the palm. “I think I have discovered what allowed me into your mind last time we kissed.” He said softly. He turned it over and kissed the back of it. “But I need a little more testing.” He murmured, sliding a hand into Harry’s hair. “May I?” He asked.

Harry's eyes fluttered closed, aware that there were witnesses. Plenty of people had stopped at the spectacle of their Lord having a tender moment with his consort. “Yes.” He whispered, and Tom claimed his lips.

The kiss was deep, and Harry felt Tom slip into his mind again just as tongues met. Tom drifted, feeling at home and at peace, here in the sanctuary of his consort’s mind. He broke the kiss after long moments and frowned. “Hm. Yes, I know what this is. I will need time to decide how I feel about it, and then I will let you know what it is and what our options are. Can you wait a few days?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “I can wait as long as you want. I expect I'll have plenty of letters to respond to over the next few days, anyway.”

Tom chuckled. “Get to know them. They will be your personal guard until your seventh year.” He told Harry.

Harry frowned. “But some of them turn seventeen sixth year.” He said in confusion.

“And they will likely leave you sooner, but Draco will be assisting you for most of your sixth year before he is given into my service. Make use of him as you will.” Tom told him.

Harry nodded. “Alright.” He turned, and caught Draco staring. The blond quickly averted his eyes and made to leave. “Malfoy!” Harry called out, and he stopped and turned back around.

“My Prince?”

“It's okay to look, I wouldn’t have given permission if I didn’t want people to see us kissing. I know it must be strange to see.” Harry said, walking up to him.

“Very strange.” Draco admitted. “And you can call me Draco, I don’t mind.” He told Harry.

Harry smiled. “Alright. Does it bother you? I can be sensitive to your presence if seeing that makes you uncomfortable.” He offered.

“It doesn’t.” Draco said. Then he added. “Just a little surprised. He's never wanted a consort before you, according to Father. It makes me wonder what’s so different about you?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know. But if I’m going to make the switch to the Dark side, why not go all in, right?”

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.” Draco muttered.

“Oh, there's a good deal of Slytherin in me, too. You'll see it, I’m sure.” Harry assured him. “Give it time.”

“Harrison, are you ready to go?” Severus asked, coming up behind him.

“Just a second.” He said before focusing back on Draco. “Write me. I’m going to need a second among the hopefuls. Who knows, you may earn that place. It won’t earn you the, er, physical perks that come with being the Dark Lord's second, but it will still be important.”

Draco smiled. “I'll keep that in mind. Expect my owl, Harrison Prince.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I eagerly await it, Draco Malfoy.” He returned before joining Severus. “Let's go home.” He said happily.
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