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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Fred and George met with Percy in Hogsmeade.

“Where's the letter?” He asked immediately, holding his hand out.

Fred handed it over. “Did Dad ever seem to change to you? Suddenly?” He asked.

Percy shook his head while reading. “Nope. Just same old Dad. This seems legitimate.” He added.

George nodded. “That’s what we thought. Draco doesn’t want us going alone.” He said.

Percy frowned. “Any particular reason why?” He asked. “Or just Slytherin distrust?”

George flushed. “We're not exactly advertising it,” He said quietly, “but I'm pregnant. It’s his.”

Percy’s eyes widened. “Are you creatures?” He asked, stunned.

Fred nodded. “Sinicae.” He revealed. “I’m dominant.”

Percy sighed. “So he asked you to bring me as back-up.” He deduced.

George grinned. “He certainly didn’t want us going alone.” He said brightly.

Percy shook his head. “No. Knowing that, even I don't. Well, are we doing this?” He asked, holding out the letter.

Fred and George took hold of it.

“Weasel.” Fred said, and they all disappeared.

*****

Harry and Severus were both drinking butterbeers when Marcus showed up. He sat across from them and smiled. “So it's time.” He said.

Severus nodded. “It is.”

Harry grinned. He’d gone back to the Selwyn vaults over the summer and collected a few more books—including one that had a list of any spells cast on family members—and had learned some interesting truths from that one.

Adora had known she was pregnant, and had named the baby already. Lily Potter's true name had been Elanore Selwyn. Not only that, but the spell Adora Selwyn had been under when she was killed—by Albus Dumbledore via killing curse—had been the Imperius curse. Cast by Albus Dumbledore.

Elanore's status was listed as stasis until fifty years later, when she had been implanted into another woman—Harry’s adoptive grandmother.

Severus sighed and slid a long list of crimes over to Marcus, along with a book. “This is the book I told you about. Use it if you need it, it is safe.”

Marcus read the list, eyebrows climbing higher with every line. “You have evidence of all this?” He asked. “I mean, some of it has been reported already, but no one’s tried to formally pin anything on him yet. There will need to be cold hard facts to back this up. No one is going to want to believe all this. I dislike the man already, and I don’t want to believe he was this bad!”

Severus hummed and smiled. “You'll find that between the two of us and a few other people, we have verified every claim on that list. It is all true, and we want to see him burn.” He finished.

Marcus nodded. “I will need a list of your sources, the points on here they can personally verify and any other pertinent information—like what topics I need to avoid while questioning them to avoid incriminating anyone.” He said.

“You will have that. Use the book when you get home and I will give you what I am able and let you know how long the other things should take.”

“One of our sources is at the school this year, and one of them visits frequently, as he’s dating Dad.” Harry told Marcus brightly.

“Harrison!” Severus hissed.

“If you didn’t want the news to spread, you shouldn’t have told me. Tom knows. So does Millicent.” Harry told him.

Severus groaned. “Am I allowed no secrets?”

“Very few. You can keep your sex life a secret, I'll let you have that.” Harry said.

“Thank you ever so much.” Severus drawled.

“You’re welcome!” Harry said brightly.

Marcus coughed to avoid laughing. “This is why I never tell my children about my work. They can’t keep secrets.”

Severus shot Harry a glare. “This one is not usually such a blabber-mouth.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I'm just happy you're finally getting along with Sirius!” He said cheerfully.

Severus sighed. “Yes, it’s wonderful. I’m overjoyed.”

“Is he a good kisser?” Harry asked.

Severus flushed. “Passable, I suppose.” He said.

Marcus laughed. “Well, I should go and collect my thoughts before I start asking questions about this list. I will be in contact.” He slipped the book into his briefcase and eyed the list again before putting it in there, as well, with a muttered, “Frequent contact.”

Severus chuckled. “I look forward to it. Take all the time you need. We don’t like living under him, but as of this moment, there is no rush. I will inform you immediately if that changes.” He added lowly.

“Yes, do so. I will expedite the process as necessary if you two or others are in harm's way or fear the man will do anything. Do not take any unnecessary risks and be careful. I will do my part; you just stay safe.” Marcus said, then left.

Severus and Harry chatted idly as they finished their butterbeers and left to join the rest of the school and do some shopping.

*****

Fred, George and Percy stumbled when they landed in a receiving room of wooden flooring and tapestry-covered walls.

There was the sound of running from a nearby room and their father appeared, looking overjoyed to see them. “My boys! And Percy?” He added, before hugging him first. “It’s wonderful to see you all!” He added, giving Fred and George hugs after Percy. “We have so much to talk about, and I have so much to tell you all!”

Percy frowned. “First, if you were drugged all our lives, how do you recognise us?” He asked suspiciously.

Arthur sighed. “I was drugged to the point of complicity, not to the point of amnesia. I remember everything, I was just in such a haze most of the time that I couldn’t control my actions. Besides, she couldn’t keep me under while you all were born. I was lucid for the first few days all of you were alive. I would never forget your scents.” He said proudly.

“Scents?” Percy asked.

Fred and George leaned in and started sniffing him.

“You smell sweet.” Fred noted.

“Like candy!” George agreed.

Arthur snorted. “Well, so do you, George.” He returned fondly. “Come on, there are sandwiches and tea in the parlour. Not spiked with anything, so you can drink it without worrying.” He said, leading the way.

“What are you?” Fred asked.

Arthur laughed. “Not going to let it go? Incubus.” He answered. “I don’t have a mate, just a need for sex at least once a week, although more keeps me healthier.” He told them.

Now that he had mentioned it, they could see that he was thin, and pale, and looked tired and worn-down.

“When's the last time you had a good Feed?” Percy asked.

Arthur's face fell. “Tuesday night. Your mother and I have sex nightly, although she has someone on the side. I’ve been casting contraceptive spells on myself every time I come out from under the potions that last six months, and I surface enough for that every three. She still managed two more kids, but I know for certain that the last two weren’t mine. Since you could get in here, you were mine without a doubt. If you weren’t, you would have been stopped at the front door and I would have had to leave the house to talk with you.”

“Would you have?” George asked softly.

Arthur looked heartbroken. “Of course! I would have been upset, yes, but you are still my sons! Paternity means nothing after watching you all grow up! You've become fine young men, and I'm proud of you all!”

Fred smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

They all sat down and made their tea.

“George, I’m pretty sure I’m right, so please don’t lie to me. I won’t be mad, and I'm not a danger to you.” He pinned the submissive with a piercing stare. “Are you pregnant?” He asked.

George gulped. “Er, yeah.” He admitted softly.

Arthur nodded. “You smell pregnant. Whose is it, then? You’re a man grown, it's not my place to be angry with you for your choices anymore, but I'd like to know.”

George fidgeted. “It's my mate's.” He said evasively.

Arthur sighed. “George, I’m not going to be mad at you.”

“You are.” George disagreed.

“I’m not.” Arthur denied. “Just tell me.”

Fred cleared his throat. “Draco Malfoy is our mate. We're Sinicae, he’s Veela.”

George winced and met Arthur's eyes hesitantly.

Arthur was staring in shock. “You ended the blood feud?” He asked blankly.

Fred snorted. “It was a joint effort, I assure you.” He said, amused.

Arthur smiled. “Even more reason to be proud of you. Well, I need to know something. Your mother is convinced you’ve gone dark, both of you.” He sighed. “Have you signed up for the dark side? All of you, I mean. I’m pretty sure Percy hasn’t, but since he came with you two, I can’t be totally sure either way.” He said. “I won’t be mad; I just don’t want to end up fighting you guys. I promise.”

Fred bit his lip.

“We're siding with Harry, and yes, he’s gone dark.” Percy said firmly.

“Percy! Don’t out him!” George said, horrified. “If that news gets out—"

“I won’t tell.” Arthur said, looking contemplative. “I also won’t go dark. But I can take this opportunity to step back from the war. I'll go neutral. I won’t fight for either side. Can you see if Harry will talk to his Lord and plead my case for me? I don’t want to be a target because I’m staying out of it.”

George smiled. “I’m pretty sure Harry's consort will do whatever Harry asks of him.” He said.

Arthur looked shocked at that. “Wow. So he’s in pretty deep, then.”

“Yes.” Fred said.

“Anybody that's safe and single you know of? I need a Feed, and I want it to be with someone that will not turn on me if they find out about my new lack of loyalties.” Arthur said.

“Xenophilius Lovegood? Luna's on Harry's side, and her Dad's unattached. Just don’t look for anything permanent with him. I think he’s still mourning his wife.” Fred suggested.

Arthur smiled. “Good idea. I'll go see him. You can Apparate out of here, Percy. Why don’t you take George to Hogsmeade while I take Fred?” He asked.

Percy nodded. “Write us if you need to talk more. We're perfectly fine keeping up correspondence.” He said. They each took their twin and headed back to Hogsmeade.

Arthur hugged each of his sons. “I'll be in touch. Love you guys. Don’t be strangers, now.” He said with a smile.

“Same to you. Love you, Dad.”

The other two echoed the sentiment, and they separated.

Fred and George headed toward Honeydukes to grab some candy before heading back to the school.

Things were looking up.

They had their father back.
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