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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36576 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry sat at the end of the table furthest away from Dumbledore, seating Tom next to him, at the very end. “No offence, but I doubt either Hermione or Neville will feel comfortable sitting right beside you.”

“Perhaps you should not have told them who I am, then!” Tom whispered angrily into his ear, so as not to be overheard.

Harry grinned at him happily. “Ah, sweet nothings! Tom, you really didn’t strike me as the type.” He said lightly.

Tom sighed. “Oh, I’ll strike you, alright.” He muttered as Hermione sat beside Harry and Neville took the seat across from him. He looked surprised at their non-reaction to seeing him. “Um, hello? You have been told about me, right?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You're hardly going to kill us with Dumbledore sitting right up there.” She told him, quietly enough to not carry. “In fact, Harry says you aren’t planning to kill us at all.”

Tom glared at Harry. “Does he?”

Harry nodded happily, dishing himself up some food. “I do. I think I’m right, but you can be a wild card, who knows?” He said blithely.

Hermione did pale at that. “Harry! Watch what you say, please!”

Harry poked Tom in the side. “Get food. Eat. I’m not going to have you starve on my watch.” He said firmly.

Neville was watching in interest.

Tom sighed and dished himself up some food, and Hermione and Neville followed suit.

“So,” Hermione began once Tom had started eating, “What are your plans for the changes you want made to the laws? That is your endgame, right?” She asked.

Tom turned a shocked look on Harry. “You really have told them everything!” He said in shock.

Harry grinned. “Well, not everything.” He clarified, then leaned in and whispered, “I haven’t told them that you're big. Or that I'm your consort yet.”

Tom flushed. “Good. They don’t need to know that.”

Hermione looked interested. “Well, now I want to know.”

Harry chuckled. “No, you don't. It's private.” He explained.

“Oh.” She eyed Tom suspiciously. “Are you really who Harry says you are?”

Tom leaned forward so she could see him better, and his eyes flashed red for a second. “Does that answer your question?” He asked.

Hermione swallowed nervously. “Yes, it does.” She said a little breathlessly.

Harry hummed. “Risky, that. What if the glamour had slipped?” He asked.

Tom looked affronted. “I have better control over my magic than that, Harrison!” He said.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Um, hello. Laws?” She prompted.

Tom turned his attention to her. “Yes, sorry. Well, I want to bring the Old Ways back. I want to make the celebrations of Ostara, Imbolc, Yule and the like holidays mandatory practices. So few families actually celebrate the turning of the year like we used to, and it saddens me. I will make allowances for Christmas, since the children love it so, but aside from that and Valentine’s Day, I see little reason to let the Muggles' commercialised holidays taint the purity of our past history. We need to keep to the ideals we once had and not slip into the chaos that is the Muggle way of life.” He said.

Hermione looked surprised. “Is that what this whole war is about? How silly!”

Tom flushed. “And I want the Dark Arts taught in schools.” He added softly.

Hermione sighed. “Those kinds of spells are addictive.” She said reproachfully.

Tom cocked a brow. “Are they? Or is that simply what you have been told?” He pressed. He turned his gaze to Harry. “Harrison, if I asked you whether you prefer light magic or dark, as you've learned both by now, which would you say?”

Harry shrugged, still eating. “Whichever has the kind of spell I need. Usually light, because Dumbledore.” He added. “Although dark spells tend to be more thorough.”

Neville and Hermione looked surprised.

“You know Dark Arts?” Neville asked in shock.

Harry shrugged again, still eating. “Yeah, some.” He looked up to see the look on Neville's face, sighed, and put down his fork. “Listen,” He said, “Severus is teaching me some Dark spells. I’m letting him because they're dead useful. I’m not becoming addicted, the only spells that cause that are the Unforgivables, and I don’t use those.” ‘Yet.’ He added mentally. “He’s taught me the lip-locker, which I have you two under, for your own good, a locking spell, which has kept Ron from finding the rings, and a few curses for self-defence.” He finished.

“Self-defence?” Tom asked.

Harry nodded. “Crushing curse. In case you try something. I don’t think you will, but he needed to be sure I could stop you, if you ever did.” He explained.

Tom hummed. “I suppose that’s acceptable. But neither of you need to worry. You will set the pace.” He said firmly.

“So I told him.” Harry replied, going back to eating.

Hermione was giving Tom a scrutinizing look.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked.

“Do you love Harry?” She asked. “Or is it a physical attraction only?”

Harry flushed. “Hermione!” He hissed. “We haven’t gotten to that point yet!”

Tom held up a hand, staring intently at her, to cut Harry off.

Harry went very still, listening.

“At first, the attraction was purely physical. He is under a dreadful glamour right now, but his real face is very good-looking. I admit, that was what prompted my initial offer. But, as I have been getting to know him, I have realised that there is a very wounded young soul in there, one that I want to heal and care for forever. To protect. It has very quickly become something much more than physical. My intentions toward him are benevolent, if a bit impure.” He finished.

Hermione grinned at the wording of the last bit. “Well, at least you're honest.”

Tom nodded. “I try to be. And, in the interests of being completely candid, try not get on my bad side, because I also throw a powerful cruciatus.” He said quietly.

“No threats, Tom.” Harry said firmly.

“Wasn’t a threat, per se. It was a statement of fact. Ask Goyle. Or Mulciber.” He added at the same low volume.

“Dumbledore's coming.”

Tom looked up to find the man heading his way.

Dumbledore stopped behind him. “Sorry to cut your time short, but dinner is winding down. Thomas, I had one more thing to discuss with you before you leave. Can I speak with you in my office?” He asked.

Tom sighed. “Just a moment.” He tilted Harry's face up with a finger under his chin and brushed a kiss over his scar. “Be well, Harrison. I will see you this summer.” He said.

Harry flushed happily. “See you then!” He said, watching as Tom and Dumbledore left.

Hermione and Neville both looked at Harry.

“What?!” He asked.

“You've decided.” Hermione said. “When are you going to tell him?”

Harry flushed. “Summer.” He answered.

Neville smiled. “You've got a major crush, even if it isn’t love yet.”

Harry ducked his head. “It’s not.” He muttered.

Neville chuckled. “Sure, Harry. Whatever you say.”

*****

“To fabricate a memory, you need to have two things:” Severus began. “An active imagination and an eye to detail.”

Harry nodded.

“You need to be able to imagine the whole thing, see it in your mind's eye. Not only that, but you must be able to hear the words being said in the exact inflection you want them to be said in the memory.” He added. “And it is time-consuming, because you must envision the encounter taking place in a place you have been before. Incorporate every last detail, because otherwise, the memory will be an obvious fake. Use emotions you are familiar with, and don’t forget body language. It is best to use a true memory as the base, and change things as you have been. When you absolutely cannot, it must be started at least hours, if not days, in advance.”

Harry took a deep breath. “So how am I supposed to come up with one right now that can fool you?”

Severus smiled. “You are not supposed to. I am telling you how to do it, and you have a week to come up with one before I view it and critique it for you. This is highly advanced, it took me months to manage it, but once you have it, you can practice it. On your own. Do not push false memories of the Dark Lord at me when we talk about him, or I may do something rash.” He warned.

Harry's face fell.

“I will allow it while you learn. Not after you know how. I will believe them then, and it is dangerous. I will protect you fiercely, even against him.”

Harry nodded. “I know. I promise to be honest once I know this well enough. Only Dumbledore will get fabricated memories.”

Severus smiled. “Good. Remember that he knows him as Thomas Harding only. Use that face, not his real one.”

“I know.” He said, then smiled. “I will be able to have so much fun with this!”

Severus shook his head, smiling fondly. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“I'll try.” Harry said.

“Go back to your Tower and work on this for a few hours each night before bed. It is time-consuming, but the rewards are well worth it.”

Harry left and walked back, hearing melodic humming behind him. He turned and saw a blond Ravenclaw behind him, who waved, and Pansy behind her a few feet. She shrugged helplessly.

Harry sighed and continued on. When he turned to head to the tower, the girl called out, “Good-bye, Harry! Be well!”

Harry turned and stuttered, “Er, yeah. Bye!”

Pansy came up as she left. “That was Luna Lovegood. Strange girl, but she never hurts anyone. She’s safe enough.” She shrugged. “Not sure why she followed you all this way, though.”

Harry sighed. “Just more weirdness in the life of Harry Prince.” He muttered.
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