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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 noticed Hermione was missing, and turned to Neville. “Where’s Mione?” He asked.

“Dumbledore.” Neville told him.

Harry frowned. He had hidden all his secrets under another lip-locker before they got to the school, and it seemed he had done the right thing. She couldn’t spill anything, so Dumbledore would get nothing out of her.

Except perhaps the knowledge that she was under a lip-locker.

It would have to be borne, though.

He focused on his essay until she got back.

When she got back, he turned to her. “Does he know anything?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. “Just that you've been using Dark curses on students. He doesn’t seem to approve.” She told him.

Harry smiled. “I'm doing a lot he doesn’t approve of lately.” He said.

Hermione sighed. “Which may not be a good thing.” She said.

“We do what we must.” Harry said.

Hermione frowned. “We’ll, either way, he didn’t get anything useful out of me. Your secrets are still safe.” She said.

Harry smiled. “That's what I like to hear.” He said in satisfaction.

*****

It happened during dinner the next day.

“It has come to my attention,” Dumbledore said, “That a certain Gryffindor has been using the Dark Arts, not only on his possessions, but on students, as well.”

Harry stood up. “The Dark Arts aren’t evil, it’s all about intent!”

Dumbledore pinned him with a stare. “That comment is not worthy of a Gryffindor. Neither are your actions.”

Harry glared at him. “Then let the hat re-sort me! I’ll let it put me in Slytherin this time, even, but no one’s going to believe that that makes me evil!” He shouted.

Dumbledore gave him a long, considering look. “Then we will re-sort you tomorrow. And you will go where you belong.” He said, the words almost sounding like a threat.

Harry nodded once and sat back down.

Hermione’s eyes were wide. “Harry, the seventh-year Slytherins hate you!” She whispered. “You’ll be sharing a common room with them—”

“And the Hopefuls will have my back. I’ll be well-protected, don’t worry.” Harry said.

“They know who the Hopefuls are!” Hermione added.

Harry smirked. “They don’t know about Cedric. Or Astoria. Or Blaise and Tracey Davis, who joined just this morning after Care of Magical Creatures.”

“Astoria is a fourth-year, what can she do?” Hermione hissed.

Harry looked at her with a raised brow. “You’d be surprised.” He answered, and left it at that.

Neville looked contemplative. “We’re going to miss you.” He said.

Harry smiled at him. “We share most classes, and we can hang out in the library. You’ll see me plenty. I’m still your friend before theirs. They know and accept that my friendships with you two run deeper. But they still matter, and so I matter to them. Besides, this will give me a chance to better get to know my second among them. Hermione, Nev, you’re both great supports, but they will turn to Draco first, I need to understand how his brain works, and I don’t spend enough time actually talking with him for that. This gives me an opportunity to change that.”

Neville sighed. “I suppose so.”

“Don’t worry too much, it’ll all work out, you’ll see.” Harry assured them both.

Cedric came by after dinner and inclined his head to Harry. “My Prince, I assume You’ll be protected there?” He checked.

Harry smiled. “I'll be fine, you don’t need to worry.”

Cedric nodded and smiled back. “Good. Call me whenever you need me, I have no problem associating with the occasional Slytherin.” He said.

Harry returned the nod. “I appreciate that. Thanks.”

“Hey, you’re a good guy.” Cedric said easily. “Even if your methods are a little questionable at times.” He teased.

Harry snorted. “That’s just a side-effect of being a Prince, I’m afraid.”

“It’s not a problem for me. I still see the good in you, and I'll make sure all the other Hufflepuffs can, too. I think Luna’s got the Ravenclaws.”

Harry laughed. “And the twins have Gryffindor covered. I’m good. Thanks.”

“I'll be off, now.” Cedric said.

“Have a good night!” Harry told him.

*****

“Harrison!” Tom hissed as Harry came into his rooms. “What was that display about?!” He asked.

Harry frowned. “What, during dinner? Well I’m hardly going to stop casting the lip-locker on my followers, that’s just asking for a mishap!”

“You didn’t have to volunteer to be re-sorted; You’re playing right into his hands!” Tom said in a hassled tone.

Harry scoffed. “Please, I'll be fine. Remember that most of the Hopefuls are Slytherins.”

Tom glared at him. “Remember that most of those are known Hopefuls. The bulk of them can be avoided.”

Harry shrugged. “Zabini isn’t, and Draco says he's got quite the dangerous side to him.”

Tom considered that. “Keep him a secret for now, then. Until he has to defend you in front of the others.”

“Will do. Zabini will be my secret weapon until such time as he outs himself.” Harry said dutifully.

Tom groaned. “It will have to do.” He mourned.

“Now, did you want to yell at me all night, or would you rather cuddle?”

Tom looked at him sceptically. “Just cuddle?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “That’s all I can offer today. I have free time, but I also had a nightmare last night.” He admitted.

Tom was out from behind his desk and on the couch in a flash, arms held out to Harry. “Then we will cuddle. Do you want to talk about it?” He asked once Harry had sat on his lap and snuggled into his chest.

Harry shook his head. “No, I just want to forget it. Just hold me.” He mumbled.

Tom pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Then just be here with me, My Little Prince.” He said, and they sat together in silence for the hour of time Harry had set aside for them.

Harry got up when his wand went off with a regretful sigh. “Sorry we couldn’t do more.” He said.

Tom shook his head with a smile. “We move at your pace, how many times will I have to tell you this? I am perfectly happy with whatever you can give me. Taking a step back every once in a while is fine with me. I will never hold it against you.” He swore.

Harry smiled. “Alright. I'll see you in a few days.” He said.

Tom nodded. “Be good. Oh, and Harrison?”

Harry turned around, a questioning look on his face.

“Your last essay was excellent.” Tom said.

Harry turned around, a smug smile on his face. “Of course it was.” He said. “Told you Defence was my best subject.”

Tom watched the teen leave with a bounce in his step. He knew exactly when to hand out compliments on exemplary work. Especially when the student receiving them was the one setting the bar for all the others.

*****

Harry came down for breakfast, Hermione on one side, Neville on the other, the twins on either side of them, in a show of solidarity and support for the student leaving them. They knew he’d be in danger, but they were making it clear that no matter where he went, they'd still have his back.

Dumbledore was standing next to the sorting hat, which was at the head of the hall.

Harry walked up and let the hat be placed on his head.

“I hear you are finally ready to join your proper house, Harrison Prince?” The hat asked him.

‘I am.’ Harry answered mentally.

“Good. Then go and sit with your housemates at your proper table. SLYTHERIN!” The hat shouted.

Much to Dumbledore’s consternation, the whole Hall clapped for him.

Harry got up with a bright smile and went to sit next to Draco, in the spot he and Pansy had saved for him.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

Pansy snorted. “Welcome home.” She said.

Harry chuckled. “I’m going to need a warmer cloak.” He said.

Draco shrugged. “Warming charms in the meantime.” He suggested.

“It will have to do.” Harry agreed.

“We're happy to have you, My Prince.” Draco said. “Just be wary of the older years. They're not as happy as us.”

Harry glanced down the table at the scowling seventh-years. “Yeah, they don't look it.” He agreed.

Millicent shrugged. “I think we've got you covered, though. You'll be fine.” She said.

“Thanks.” Harry said, and began loading his plate.

It would take some getting used to, but this was where he belonged. He knew it.
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