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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 was sitting in between Neville and Theodore, and all three were working on Herbology.

“So, Theo said you didn’t sleep in the dorms last night? What happened?” Neville asked.

Harry's hand clenched down on his quill and he sighed as it snapped. As he was digging through his bag for another, he asked, “Remember when I told you and Mione what Vernon did?”

Neville paled, but nodded as Harry straightened.

“Well, Dumbledore was there at least once.” Harry snapped.

“Oh.” Neville said softly.

“Yeah. So I went and had a chat with him.” Harry sighed. “We're going to take him to court, get him tried for everything else he’s done. Just… Not that. I can’t have that get out.” Harry finished softly.

“Understandable.” Neville said.

Theo patted Harry on the back. “Whatever it was, you survived and you're here now.” He said.

Harry smiled at him. “You know, Theo, that actually helps. Thanks.”

Theo smiled happily. “Good. Glad I could help out. If you ever want to talk, Neville says I’m a good listener.” He offered.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Harry said. “Now let's get these finished up so I can quit worrying about them.”

*****

Severus read over the letter again.

“Marcus,

We are ready. I can't be sure Dumbledore is not watching my post, so I am sending this via Lucius instead of to you directly. Harrison and I will be in the Three Broomsticks this weekend and we would like to see you, if you are available. If that will not work for you, please send word with Lucius as to when you will be available. We will be waiting to hear from you.

Any further correspondence must be done through Lucius, unless you are amenable to using a set of correspondence books I bought some years ago. I will have them on me this weekend, if you would like to use them.

Sincerely,

Severus Prince"

He folded up the letter and made the quick trip to Malfoy Manor to hand it off to Lucius.

Just a few more days before the weekend. It was already Wednesday.

*****

“Shit! George, look at this!” Fred held out the letter he was reading so George could see it too.

“Fred and George Prewett,

Your mother has made a grave mistake. I found out by going to the goblins that she has been drugging me with love and obedience potions for years, and now that I am free of her, I am having a change of heart about not associating with you two any longer.

This letter is a Portkey to the Weasley safe house, where I am staying. The activation phrase is Weasel. It was all I could think of, sorry. The house will only admit those of Weasley blood, so it is the only place where I knew I would be safe from your mother. Feel free to join me this weekend, we need to have a long, serious heart-to-heart.

Know before you come that I support you in whatever you do, whoever you put your faith in, and whoever you choose to love. No matter what, you are my sons, and family comes first. But I do want honesty from you. I am trying to move slowly, but some decisions will have to be made sooner rather than later. I want your help with choosing the right options from here out.

I will always love you.

Arthur Septimius Weasley”

George let out a breath. “Can we trust it?” He asked.

Fred shook his head. “I don’t know. There's only one magical signature on it, but I don’t know if it’s his, or Mum's, or what!” He said.

George leaned in and sniffed. “That’s not Mum's scent.” He pointed out.

Fred leaned in and sniffed at the letter, too. “You're right! Trust it?” He asked.

George nodded. “Trust it.” He confirmed.

“We'll have to tell Draco we have plans this weekend.” Fred said.

George nodded. “But I think he'll understand.”

*****

“Your Dad?! But I thought he deferred to your Mum in everything!” Draco said, perplexed.

“He did.” Fred said, when George gave him a pleading look. “But not anymore. He found out she’s been dosing him with love and obedience potions for Merlin-knows-how-long, and he’s only just now gotten out from under them. We need to go see him. He's unsure of everything right now, and this is our chance to turn him into an Ally, rather than an enemy.”

Draco sighed and looked at George. “How much do you trust him?”

“He's my Dad, Draco.” George said flatly.

“I know that, love. I’ve been listening. My real question is this: Do you trust him with the life of our child?” He asked. “Because I—and you'll have to forgive me for this—but I have my doubts.” He said.

George sighed and thought on it—hard. “I want to believe he’s telling the truth.”

“Yet you don't know his scent.” Draco stated.

“We haven’t been around him since we've been unblocked, Draco!” Fred snapped. “And he wasn’t exactly the most demonstrative father, Mum had that covered. He was never one for giving out hugs.”

Draco hummed. “Did he ever seem to change suddenly?” He asked.

Fred and George thought hard on this.

“No…” Fred said slowly. “No, he was always the same.” He finally decided on.

“Then you never knew your father.” Draco said after a long pause. His tone was thoughtful. “Not for real, at least.”

George sighed. “I guess you’re right.” He conceded.

“Even more reason to be wary.” Draco said.

“Fuck you, that’s a better reason to go and talk to him!” Fred burst out.

Draco bristled. “If you ever want to again, you'll never take that tone with me! I won’t have it!” He shouted. “Don't make me forbid you to go.”

Fred glared at him. “You aren’t our mother, and we're both of age! We can go if we want to!”

Draco threw his hands into the air. “Fine! But take your damned older brother with you!” He shouted.

Fred went silent, then said, softly, “Oh, yeah. We can bring Percy.”

George nodded. “It would be a good idea.”

“Let’s go write him.” Fred walked over and kissed Draco's pouting lips. “Thank you, love. I’m sorry we fought. It’s just… We've lost a lot of family recently. We want to get some back, if we can.”

Draco sighed. “I understand. It’s just that… This is my first baby. I don’t want us to lose it. It's currently the most important member of my family.”

George hugged him. “We'll be careful. Our baby will be safe.” He assured his mate.

“I trust you.” Draco said. “I don’t trust your father.”

“You're going to have to. We will leave immediately if things get rocky. But we have to try.” Fred said.

“Go write your bloody letter.” Draco said, getting up. “I'll go find Harry.”

“And tell him how stupid we're being?” George teased.

Draco shot him an unimpressed glare. “Yes!” He snapped, then stormed out.

Fred snorted. “He loves us.”

“Think he loves me a little more right now.” George muttered.

“That's because you didn’t just get all shouty with him. He'll forgive me.” Fred said surely.

*****

“…And they're going to trust it. If they die—” Draco frowned. “I won’t be able to take it, you know. I’m a Veela. I'd go mad without my mates.” He said softly.

“You're not going to lose your mates, Draco. They promised to leave if things went badly, right?” Harry asked.

Draco sighed. “Yes. Fred was the one to promise that.”

Harry smiled. “Then they'll be fine. No matter how much Fred wants to stay and fight, he won’t break a promise to his mate. You know he won’t. He loves you way more than anyone else, except George.”

“You're right. Why are you always the sensible and wise one?” Draco asked with a smile.

Harry grinned. “Oh, adversity does that to a person. Dad gives amazing advice, too.” He said brightly.

Draco chuckled. “He does at that.” He agreed.

“Any idea what Dad and Tom are planning for Halloween? They've been dropping hints that we're going somewhere, but they won’t tell me any more than that.” Harry said, frowning. “It’s driving me bonkers.”

Draco laughed. “I’ve got some guesses, but nothing I know for sure. Just wait and be surprised when it happens.”

Harry sighed. “That may be my only option. I was really hoping you'd know.”

“Anyone with a secret to keep from you knows not to tell me. Otherwise it will come out at some point. No one's been telling me anything. Aside from Sev, it’s not like I talk to either of them, anyway. I certainly don’t get all chatty with Our Lord like you do.” Draco said, highly amused.

Harry smiled. “Right.” He got up. “I’m off to go be chatty with a Dark Lord, then.” He said happily.

Draco snorted. “Have fun, don’t get killed. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Harry frowned and was about to retort when Draco added,

“With my twins, you tit!”

Harry nodded and left.

“Honestly.”
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