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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 looked up as the post arrived. He didn’t know if he should be expecting anything, but Tom had mentioned Valentine’s Day and that he was in favour of keeping it, so Harry had sent him a picture that he had had Colin Creevey and his infamous camera take for him, with the knowledge that he'd be under a spell that would never let him speak of it.

The last thing he needed was Severus knowing that Tom would have a picture of Harry in his boxers. It was between them and Colin, who would never be able to tell a soul.

Harry grinned as the black Eagle owl landed in his lap, perched atop the box he'd brought.

“What'd you bring me?” Harry asked, taking the box and letting the owl perch on his shoulder instead as he opened it.

He pulled out the letter, a big box of chocolates, and a small jeweller’s box. He set that aside, opening the letter first.

“Harrison,

I sent your father a letter yesterday, do not let him confiscate those chocolates. I ordered him to let you have them, and he should obey me, because dire threats were issued. Let me know immediately if he takes them.

Each chocolate contains a small dose of potion, enough for a half-hour, so take them one at a time, while you are alone.

They are potions to give you fun or useful effects. A few of them will show you possible futures, a few will give you a small measure of luck (use it on your homework, it works wonders!), and there are a few for good dreams, which normally would be intimate dreams, but probably not for you.

The necklace, if you have already opened it, is a portkey. It will take you to my Manor house. You probably won’t need it, but if you do, you now have it. It is a one-time portkey, so use it wisely.

I will see you soon. Be good for me."

Harry smiled. No signature again. Obviously, he was not in the mood to use the fake name, while still wanting to keep his identity a secret.

Harry opened the jeweller case and pulled out a pretty rose necklace, the pendant made of emeralds for the leaves and rubies for the flower.

Hermione’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline. “Well, aren’t you getting spoiled?” She asked.

Harry nodded to the diamond earrings she was holding. “Look who’s talking.” He shot back.

Hermione blushed. “Yes, well, Viktor is wonderful, what can I say?” She said, flustered, as she switched her studs out for the dangling teardrop diamonds.

Harry held out his necklace. “Put it on me?” He asked, turning around.
Hermione smiled and clasped it around his neck, nodding when he turned back around. “Mildly feminine, but it looks good on you anyway. Besides, wizards don’t shy away from more feminine jewellery, I’ve noticed.” She said.

Harry smiled down at the small pendant. “I like it.”

The owl nuzzled him and flew off, and Harry sighed. “Back to breakfast, then to class.” He said regretfully.

Hermione nodded. “Life as usual.” She said lightly.

*****

Harry was coming out of defence, talking to Draco happily, when he felt a spell brush his neck.

His necklace started to shrink, cutting off his airway, and Draco cast a finite, then whipped around, firing a stunner and an incarcerous at Ron.

Ron hit the ground as Harry caught his breath, staring incredulously at his former friend. “Bloody hell, he really wants me dead!”

Draco levitated him and headed down the hall in the opposite direction. “The poison didn’t give you that impression?” He drawled.

“I figured he didn’t want to watch me die, at least!” Harry snapped. “Where are you taking him?”

“Dumbledore.” Draco answered. “That's his second attempt on your life, something has to be done.”

“And Dumbledore's your answer?” Harry asked dryly.

“Dark Lord's not here, now is he?” Draco shot back as they neared the gargoyle. “We make do when we have to.”

Harry shrugged and started firing off sweets he knew of.

Finally, it opened for liquorice wand, and they went up, reviving Ron on the way. Draco refused to unbind him, though.

They got in to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk.

“What’s this, boys?” He asked, looking disapproving.

“Sir, Ronald Weasley just made his second attempt on Harry's life. Something needs to be done.” Draco said.

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. “Second?” He asked. “And what was the first?”

“He poisoned my trunk handle. I was immune to what he used.” Harry lied. Ron blanched at the thought of Harry being immune to an unknown number of poisons.

Dumbledore frowned, but nodded. “And this time?” He asked.

“He tried to shrink the necklace Harry was wearing and it cut off his airway. While the spell is not malicious itself, using it in that way should not be tolerated.” Draco said.

Dumbledore turned to Ron. “What do you have to say, Mr. Weasley?”

Ron’s face was a mottled red as he sputtered, “Harry is going Dark! His Dad's changing him, and he doesn’t want me as a friend anymore, and now most of Gryffindor hates me, and I want him dead!!”

Harry sighed. “They started hating you when you turned on me, Ron. That is your fault. If you had just left me alone when I told you to, we could have just avoided this whole scene.” He said.

“Perhaps you two could just let bygones be bygones and put this behind you and start over? You used to be so close.” Dumbledore said hopefully.

Harry shook his head. “No, Sir, we can’t. And if something isn’t done, I am going to request that my father pull me from the school. I would rather homeschool than stay here in danger.”

Dumbledore sighed. “Mr. Weasley, I’m afraid this calls for a two-week suspension. I will have a house-elf gather your things, and you will wait here while I Floo-call your parents.” He said in a defeated tone. “You two can leave.” He said to Harry and Draco.

They left, and when they were back in the hall, Draco blew up. “A suspension?! For two counts of attempted murder?! It’s an outrage!” He shouted.

Harry shook his head. “It’s favouritism. He's a Gryffindor.” He pointed out.

“Still, he should be expelled.” Draco said. “And thrown in Azkaban. We're students, we deserve to feel safe in school. Not like we have to constantly watch our backs.”

“To be fair, there’s been someone trying to kill me since first year, so I’m kind of used to it by now.” Harry quipped.

“Shut up. Beside the point.” Draco told him flatly.

“I’m just saying.” Harry said lightly.

Draco scowled. “Well, don't.”

“Should we head to History of Magic now?” Harry asked with dread.

“Why not?” Draco shrugged. “Let's go hear about the Goblin wars.”

*****

Harry laid in bed, concentrating on the memory he was building. He was almost done adding in the details of his bedroom when Neville came in.

“What happened to Ron?” He asked, and Harry sighed as he gave up on the memory for the night.

“Well, you saw what happened after Defence, right?”

Neville nodded. “Yeah, Draco handled it, though.”

“We took him to Dumbledore.” Harry said.

Neville's eyes widened. “And? Is he expelled?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “Two week suspension. He's at home.”

“That's bollocks, he tried to kill you!” Neville cried. “He should be locked up, not given a vacation!”

“Draco felt the same way. Dumbledore asked if we couldn’t put it behind us and be friends again.”

Neville just stared in shock.

“My thoughts exactly.” Harry agreed with his stupefied silence.

“That man is bonkers.” Neville finally said, digging in his trunk for his shower things.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, but there’s nothing we can do yet. I'm talking to Severus on Friday about taking me to Gringotts to get that book. We need to start moving our plans forward. This waiting thing just isn’t going to work anymore.” He said.

“Good. We need to find out how far back Adora Selwyn is for you. Try to get an inheritance test done, it will show you who your grandparents are. We'll need one eventually.”

Harry nodded. “I will try. We'll have to do all our research on this in here. It’s the only safe place we have right now.”

“Your father’s rooms are safe.” Neville pointed out.

Harry grinned. “He would rather cut off his cock and eat it than let you into his rooms.”

Neville chuckled. “Probably true. I wouldn’t want to be in such close quarters with him, either.”

“Hermione he might tolerate.” Harry added.

“Are we going to have any other help?” Neville asked.

Harry shrugged. “Tom, behind the scenes. Maybe Lucius, if we can get him to do some digging in the Ministry. He can feed Draco information. Pansy is already keeping her ears open for me, but the gossip mill here doesn’t really spew dirt on Dumbledore. If anything comes up, though, she will catch it.”

Neville sighed. “We're going to need more than that.”

“No sense in complaining. We work with what we've got.” Harry said firmly. “Shower now. We can plot later.”
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