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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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Harry and Luna were sitting in the library doing their homework together while Blaise was sat a few tables away, doing his own homework with Draco.

Harry decided there was no time like the present, and set down his quill. “Luna.” He said softly. “What do you think about Blaise?”

Luna stopped writing and cocked her head. “Blaise Zabini? He seems nice. He's very pretty.”

Blaise, hearing this, looked up from his own work. “Did you just call me pretty?” He asked.

Luna smiled at him. “I called you very pretty.” She corrected him.

Blaise frowned. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted.” He replied, stymied.

Luna looked down at her work and told him, “Be flattered. It was a compliment.”

“Alright, then.” Blaise shrugged. “On that note, would you like to go out with me the next Hogsmeade weekend?” He asked.

Luna looked up and smiled at him. “I’d love to, yes.” She said.

Harry shot Blaise a grin and went back to his work, as Luna did the same.

*****

Bill activated the Portkey his father had sent him as soon as he was off work, and stumbled as he landed in the Weasley safe house.

His father rushed into the room and smiled. “Good. I’ve heard from Charlie that he told you what’s gone on with him, as well?”

Bill frowned. “Yeah, I got the letter yesterday. Is that what this is about?”

Arthur nodded. “Yes. That you could enter this house tells me that all five of you are my children, while Ron and Ginny couldn’t possibly have been—I’ll explain that later. Firstly, I’m ashamed and furious at how my so-called wife has treated my children. Potions and blocks and all that, it’s not right! If you agree, we can cast her out of the Weasley family together. Fred and George have taken the Lordship of Prewett and cast her out of that family already.”

Bill sighed. “She'll have no last name.” He said softly.

Arthur’s eyes flashed. “She permanently damaged your brother’s magical core! She doesn’t deserve our name!” He shouted.

Bill took a deep breath, then nodded. “You're right. What do I do?”

Arthur sighed heavily. “Follow me, we’ll talk first so you know why I’m so adamant about this.”

Explanations were needed.

*****

Harry sighed, laying his head down on the table. Cedric, two tables over, got up and sat beside him.

“Giving up?” He asked, glancing down at Harry’s half-completed essay. “Not like you to give up on Defence. Especially with your connection to the Professor.” He teased.

Harry groaned.

“About that inheritance test—” Cedric’s eyes widened at the hand Harry abruptly slapped over his mouth.

“Not here.” Harry hissed. “Grab your things, follow me.”

Cedric nodded and went over to collect his things and followed Harry to the dungeons.

Harry led him into Severus rooms and turned to face him. “This is one of very few safe places in the school to discuss matters about Dumbledore, overthrowing him, or anything of the sort.” He said.

Cedric looked around, eyes wide. “Is this—?”

“Dad’s suite of rooms? Yes. He's in his office right now, but I have permission to bring other Hopefuls here to discuss sensitive issues. Now, what did you want to say?”

Cedric shook himself and nodded. “Right. I’m going to get that inheritance test done over break. If I am the Heir, what do I do?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Easy. You come to me or Marvolo. We will set things up and let you know the plan. Luna knows what to do, and I’m sure she is probably telling him what needs to be done as we speak. We are going to get Dumbledore tossed out of the school, and then bring back some of the old classes. Practical Dark Arts, Alchemy, Wand lore, and even implement a new requirement for Muggleborns—magical etiquette and traditions.”

Cedric’s eyes widened. “Dad's been saying we need that for a long time.” He said softly.

Harry nodded. “And we do.” He agreed.

“Well, it’s good we'll finally have it. What else is he trying to do? We’ve discussed it a little bit, but nothing in-depth.” Cedric pointed out.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit, that’s right! I’ve just been having you blindly follow me, why didn’t you say something?!” He said, panicking.

Cedric smiled. “It’s fine, I trust you.” He said.

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. Our side doesn’t operate like that. I’m so sorry. Sit down, I’ll go over things with you. Properly, this time.” He said, taking a seat on the couch and patting the seat next to him.

Cedric sat.

“First, our group is mostly guard duty and seeing where your skills lay. My consort may choose to use you later, but you will always be given the choice, and there are no consequences for declining his offer of a full place in the Death Eaters if you'd prefer to stay with me.” Harry explained. “We do share several common goals, even if I am still learning the differences for myself. He wants to bring us back to the old traditions, the old holidays wizards used to celebrate. He hates the commercialized Muggle holidays, the way they are pushed onto our people, the way they seem to be eroding our ways and replacing it with greed and capitalism. He can see the value in Valentine's Day, but as for the others, he prefers the way things used to be.”

Cedric nodded slowly. “So he’s trying to stop the changes. It’s honourable.”

“He also wants to get into the Ministry and overturn some of the rulings on Darker spells, the stricter rules we keep passing. He wants the Dark to be as valued as the Light. They are equally useful, it makes sense.” Harry said.

“My Father does use a few Dark spells, but he keeps it quiet. It would be easier if it wasn’t so looked-down-upon.” Cedric mused.

Harry smiled. “That’s most of it. Can you still follow me?” He asked.

Cedric laughed. “Yes, that’s not bad at all!” He said.

Harry got up. “All right. I've got plans tomorrow, but I haven’t been told yet what they are.” He chuckled. “Dad and my consort have been keeping something from me.”

Cedric chuckled too. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s good.”

Harry nodded. “Me, too. Let's get out of here.” He said, heading for the door.

*****

“Where are we going?” Harry asked, walking off Hogwarts’ grounds flanked by Tom and Severus.

Severus smiled. “You'll see. It’s somewhere important, somewhere we all need to go. At least one of us has some unfinished business there to attend to.” He said, with a nod at Tom.

Tom sighed. “Yes.” Was all he said. He sounded troubled, and Harry took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he linked their fingers together. Tom smiled at him and returned the gentle pressure.

Severus held out his arm to Harry as they crossed the Wards, and Harry took hold.

There was a familiar squeezing sensation, and then they were standing in…

“A graveyard?” Harry asked in confusion.

Severus hummed as Tom appeared a few feet away. “Read the headstone at your feet.” He suggested.

Harry looked down, and his eyes filled with tears. He sunk to his knees and traced the name as Severus conjured a bouquet of white Lilies. “Mum.” Harry whispered.

There was a soft breeze, and the scent of perfume was carried on it, though no one was around them.

Severus inhaled and smiled fondly. “She’s here.” He said, laying the flowers at the base of the headstone. “I’ve got him, Lily, and I promise he will be well-cared-for now. It took us some time to find each other, but we are together now. There is also someone here who wants to speak to you.” He stepped back a pace and Tom moved forward as Harry stood.

He cleared his throat. “The prophecy was a lie, though you probably know that, now. I sincerely regret what I did back then, and it will always be my burden to bear. However, I came not only to tell you that, but to beg your blessing. I love your son, and want to spend my life with him. I can only hope you’ll approve.”

There was a sudden gust of wind that nearly bowled Harry over, and he stumbled. Luckily, Tom was there to catch him.

Severus laughed. “That would be approval, I believe.” He said.

Harry and Tom looked at each other and Harry snorted. “I hope so. Otherwise she wants me to crack my head open on a gravestone and join her.” He said.

Tom smiled. “I am going to pick the first option, thank you.” He looked down at the gravestone again. “Thank you.” He said, still holding Harry. “I will treasure him always.”

Harry pulled away and bent down to lay a hand on the cold stone. “I wish I had known you longer.” He felt a tear trace its way down his cheek. “James, too, I’m sure he would have been an excellent Dad to me, even without blood relation. I wish I could know for sure that you were really here today. Dad seems sure, but I never got a chance to know your perfume, and that’s not exactly the same as concrete proof, anyway. I wish I had the same faith they have, but… It’s hard.” He said quietly. He stood and wiped the few tear tracks cooling on his face.

Severus smiled. “I have a feeling you will have a visitor is your dream tonight.” He said. “Before we head back, there is something you should see.” He said, leading both Harry and Tom out of the graveyard and down a street.

There was a statue in the middle of the town square, an obelisk, and as they drew closer to it, it changed—into a statue of the Potter family. James and Lily, holding an infant Harry.

Harry stared at it for long moments and then sighed. “I wonder how many people see this as a joke now, knowing who my real father is.” He said.

Tom chuckled. “It is accurate. He raised you as a baby and tried to shield you from me that fateful night. But yes, a bit misleading when faced with the truth.”

Severus hummed. “There is one more thing. This way.”

Tom frowned. “I don’t want to go.” He said flatly.

Severus snorted. “Then stay here and we will meet with you after Harrison has seen it.” He said.

He led Harry down a street, and they came to a house, the top portion of which was destroyed and open to the elements.

Harry winced.

“That is where it began.” Severus said softly.

Harry noticed a sign nearby with names and other graffiti on it. Some of it was well-wishes for Harry. He smiled, reading a few of the longer ones. “Kind of a sombre memorial, and I understand why Tom wouldn’t want to see it. But I needed to. Thank you.” He turned back to Severus. “We can go get him now.”

They went back and fetched Tom, then headed back to Hogwarts just in time for dinner.

Harry was quiet, but after telling Draco and Blaise where he'd gone, they fended off the rest of his Hopefuls and Harry was left to eat in peace, thinking over the events of the day.

He would never have guessed that was where they intended to take him today.

But he was glad that they had.
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