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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 walking down a hallway, mostly alone, when he was grabbed. A spell shot by his head, Cedric ducking the curse, and both of them turned toward the end of the hall.

Millicent Bulstrode was marching toward them, wand out.

Cedric glared at her. “The hell was that for?” He asked, still holding onto Harry's arm.

“Might want to let go of him before I send something worse at you.” She said.

Cedric sighed. “Look, I’m just trying to repay a favour.” He said, letting go of Harry.

“Oh?” Millicent lowered her wand. “Go on, then. I won’t stop you.”

Cedric shook his head, then told Harry, “Listen, take the egg with you and take a bath. It'll help, just trust me. You can use the Prefect’s bath. It’s the fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor.” He leaned in and whispered, “Password’s Pine Fresh.”

Harry frowned. “Really? A bath?” He asked.

Cedric smiled. “It'll help, I promise. Just mull things over in the hot water.”

Harry sighed. “Sure, okay. I'll give it a try.” ‘I told him what the task was.’ He thought. ‘And he only gives back a hint!’

“Good. Got to go! Good luck!” Cedric turned and walked away.

Millicent eyed Harry. “You nearly jumped out of your skin when he grabbed you.” She said.

Harry flushed. “I don’t like being grabbed.” He said shortly.

Millicent nodded, understanding filling her eyes. “I see. Well, my good deed for the day is done. Think you’ll be okay on your own for about ten minutes?” She asked.

“Should be.” Harry answered. “Take this before you go.” He pulled out one of the rings and handed it over. “If I touch mine and think your name, yours will warm. It'll be hot if it’s urgent, but it shouldn’t burn you.”

“Got it. I'll leave you and let Theo know it’s his turn to tail you for a bit.” She said lightly. “See you around, My Prince.” She said quietly, then left.

Harry shook his head. He apparently had a constant guard now. Surely Tom didn’t intend for them to watch him that closely!

So far, he'd delivered the rings to everyone but Draco. It was sometimes hard to separate him from Blaise. Today was one of their attached-at-the-hip days.

He supposed it would work out. As soon as Draco heard about the rings being ready, he’d either find Harry himself or make himself available.

Harry headed back to the Gryffindor dormitory. He went to get the golden egg, intent on taking a bath. As soon as he touched the handle of his trunk, he noticed the charm on his bracelet glowing green. He let out a relieved breath and made a mental note to clean the handles of all his things when they’d been left alone where Ron could access them.

That had been too close.

Apparently, the potion had been finished and Ron somehow hadn’t mucked things up. He’d probably had help or had bought the poison pre-made.

Who would have helped him, though? Harry didn’t think he had that many enemies. At least, not ones who would prefer him dead.

He grabbed a towel and his toiletries and headed downstairs.

“Where are you going?” Fred asked.

Harry grinned. “To take a bath. I got a tip today.” He said, holding up the egg.

George nodded. “Good. Let us know if you need help.” He said. “We’re counting on you to win for Gryffindor.”

“Why aren’t you just using the bath in the dormitory?” Ron asked.

Harry’s grin widened. “I got the password to the Prefect’s bath.” He told him.

Ron’s look darkened. “Must be nice to have your dad finally giving you privileges you didn’t earn.” He muttered.

Harry looked at him, a brow cocked. “He doesn’t need the password to the Prefect’s bath, he’s got his own in his bathroom, and he wouldn’t favour me, I’m a Gryffindor. I got the password from someone else. Also,” He cast the countercurse for the tongue-tying charm on Ron. “Tell whoever you want. Who my father is is old hat by now.”

With that, he left and headed to the Prefect’s bath.

Once he had finished playing with the taps—there were so many different types of bubbles—he got in and opened the egg.

The screeching caught him off-guard and he dropped it in shock.

He cursed and dove down to retrieve it.

He paused under the water as he heard singing.

The egg sang underwater! Sirens, maybe?

He listened to the song, having to surface for air twice to hear the whole thing, then got the egg and set it by the tub.

So, something of his was going to be taken. Something he’d sorely miss.

What could that be?

His broom?

The duelling robe?

Couldn’t be his mother’s journal, he’d left that at Prince Manor, thank Merlin!

So what would he sorely miss?

He decided to ponder that later and got out before he got too wrinkly, drying off distractedly.

He needed to figure out how he was going to hold his breath for an hour.

First he’d talk to his friends.

If none of them had suggestions, surely there was a potion for that.

He came out and found Draco, not Theo, waiting for him.

“Thought that was where you’d be. Millie said it was a safe bet. I took Theo’s shift since I heard our signifiers were ready.” He held out his hand.

Harry snorted. “I don’t have them on me right now. Come on, you can hang out down the hall from the entrance and I’ll run in and get it for you.”

Draco followed him. “So, how are you doing today, My Prince?”

Harry snorted. “Passably well, I suppose. Oh, let Pansy know she saved my life already.”

Draco grabbed his hand and stopped. “What happened?”

Harry turned to him. “Well, I opened my trunk, but there was poison on the handle. The bracelet protected against that one, but I need to clean my things before I touch them, apparently.” He said.

Draco frowned. “The Weasel.” He surmised.

Harry sighed. “Probably. He had access to my trunk. We do share a dormitory.”

“You need your own room.” Draco said flatly.

“Yeah, but try getting that past Dumbledore. He won’t agree to it.” Harry told him.

Draco shook his head. “Yeah, more’s the pity. Well, come on.”

Harry began heading back toward the Tower.

When they got there, Draco hung back at the corner and waited.

Harry rushed in and grabbed a ring, remembering to Scourgify the handle of his trunk before touching it, and brought it out to him. “Here you go.” He said, handing it over. “If it gets warm, it means I need you. If it gets hot, the need is urgent.”

Draco nodded. “Alright. Can you call all of us at once?”

Harry smiled. “The instructions on the inside of the box say I can. Apparently, I can touch it while saying ‘hopefuls to me,’ and it will call everyone wearing a ring. Convenient, that.”

“Very. Are you done wandering for now?”

Harry nodded. “For now. Send Theo after dinner, I need to go to the library then.”

“Will do. Stay put until then. I assume you’re safe in there?”

Harry laughed. “Oh, Draco, I’m pretty sure I’ll be adding two of the people in there as hopefuls before the month is out. Yes, I’m safe. I have a lot more friends than enemies.”

“Even considering your father? And his bias?”

Harry nodded. “Even so. Don’t worry, the Twin Terrors are on my side. For now.” He added.

Draco nodded. “Good. See you around, My Prince. Be well.” He said before leaving.

Harry hurried back in and sat next to Neville.

“What was all that?” Neville asked.

“Confidential unless you switch. If you do, I can tell you. If you don’t, it’s better for me that you don’t know.” He said lightly.

Neville hummed and nodded. “Fine. Just be safe.”

Harry laughed loudly. “Oh, Neville!” He threw his arm around the boy’s shoulder. “You have no idea how safe I am now.”

“Okay.” Neville said, confused.

Hermione rushed in and sat beside Harry, then whispered, without preamble, “Harry, I think Dumbledore killed the Selwyns!” Before she added, “And if he finds out you’ve switched, you could be in very real danger!”

Harry’s eyes widened. “What do you know?” He asked, before thinking better of it and telling her and Neville, “Dormitory.”

They rushed up the stairs to find Ron bent over Harry’s trunk, firing unlocking spells at it.

“Really, Ron, trying to steal my stuff?” Harry asked. “Get out.”

Ron fumed. “I have as much right to be here as you!” He said hotly.

“Unless you want your brother knowing about the poison, which I know was you, you’d best leave. They won’t take kindly to you trying to sabotage the only chance Gryffindor has at the Triwizard Cup this year. Because they’re counting on me to win. And I have a shot.”

Ron growled, but left the room.

They listened to him stomping down the stairs, then cast a privacy charm and sat on Harry’s bed.

“So, I discovered that about ten years before her death, Adora Selwyn started talking to people about how she was coming to distrust Dumbledore. He was famous even then, and she felt he was too manipulative, too cold. She tried to break ties with him for a few months, before she suddenly changed her mind and left all her assets to him in her will. I found out she was newly pregnant when she died. What you need to know is this: a baby’s magic mixes with the mother’s while she is pregnant, so any abilities the baby has, the mother gains as well. I think the baby was resiting the Imperius he probably had Adora under and he killed them all and somehow saved the baby and kept it in stasis or something, because a foetus can survive a long time like that. You need to go to Gringotts and get tested to find out how distant your relation to the Selwyns was. I bet you’re Adora’s grandson!” She said, then added, “Needless to say, I’m switching.”

Neville gulped. “I will, too.” He turned to Harry. “You need people at your back you can trust.”

Harry smiled. “Then I’ve got rings for you both.” He got them and keyed them to the names of his friends. “These will let me summon you if I need you. They’re also a mark of a group called the ‘hopefuls.’ It stands for ‘hopeful future Death Eaters,’ but I’m pretty sure if you ask him, Tom will let you stay mine, rather than his.”

They put them on.

“Welcome to the group.” Harry said happily.
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