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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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Thomas came into Dumbledore's office, taking in the three children sleeping propped against the wall. “Why is young Miss Granger a hostage? I thought each champion had but one?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Yes, that’s right. She is actually Viktor Krum's hostage. They have a little bit of a romance going.”

Tom hummed. Krum's school already taught Dark Arts. Perhaps he'd like to be offered a spot in Tom's followers? Since his girlfriend was Harry's?

But that was a question for another time.

“So what do I need to do?” Tom asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “Well, Thomas, I need to place a sleeping spell on you. It will cause you to sleep until you have been placed in the lake, at five AM, and subsequently break the surface again.”

Tom nodded. “I will allow you to.”

Dumbledore smiled, thinking, ‘you'll allow a lot more than that.’ “Thank you, Thomas. Please sit with the others and I will put you to sleep.”

Tom sat and got comfortable leaning against the wall.

Dumbledore cast a quiet ‘somnus’ and Tom fought the swell of magic back that wanted to lash out at the man. That was encouraging. Apparently, his magic wanted to fight off the Headmaster's spell, but he battled it back and let the spell pull him under.

Dumbledore watched Thomas Harding drift into sleep, satisfied. Once he was sure the man was asleep, he walked up to him and conjured a vial. He cast a small diffindo at his arm, and a small backlash of magic hit him full in the face.

The spell didn’t do a thing.

Dumbledore sighed and banished the vial. He apparently wouldn’t get any blood.

He could check for a glamour, though. That spell would not cause any harm.

He cast the spell to check his body for signs of cosmetic magic and the man's magic as well as the school's innate magic flared, slamming bodily into Dumbledore and blasting him into the wall. He slid down it, and as he lost consciousness, he thought, ‘he must really be the heir of Gryffindor. The castle is protecting him.’

*****

Minerva entered the office the next morning to see Dumbledore slumped against the wall, the hostages sleeping against the other wall. She sighed and shook her head before reviving him. “What did you do to Thomas Harding?” She asked as he woke.

Dumbledore sighed. “I tried to verify who he was.” He said.

Minerva smiled. “And you didn’t spare a thought to what the castle would do to you if you cast a spell that was unwanted against an heir? You know that’s a bad idea.”

Dumbledore scowled. “Gryffindor’s heir hasn’t been heard from in generations! Suddenly Harry is dating him? I thought it was suspicious. Apparently, I was wrong.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well, let's just hope you've learned your lesson.”

Dumbledore groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor.

Minerva cast a Patronus for Hagrid, telling him they'd need him. Neither of them could lift Thomas Harding, and clearly a spell couldn’t be used.

“Come on,” Minerva said, levitating two of the children. “Let's get them down to the lake. Hagrid can bring Thomas. We'll pass him on the way.”

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry had apparently picked a good man to be with. Harding would keep him on the light side of the war, Dumbledore was almost sure of it.

Gryffindor's heir could be no other way.

*****

Harry woke up with dread coiling low in his stomach. Who would his person be? One of the Hopefuls? Severus?

There was only one way to find out. He had to get to breakfast and take a head count.

Harry went to breakfast and looked around. All his Hopefuls were accounted for… Except Hermione.

But she could be Viktor’s hostage, they were dating.

He checked the Head table and… Severus was there.

Harry frowned. Hm. He had no idea who his person was, then. Because everyone else was accounted for.

He shrugged and began eating. He managed a bit of bacon and some toast and tea, but otherwise didn’t want to overfill his stomach. Swimming was easier when you weren’t weighted down by a full belly.

Soon, breakfast was finished, and he was walking down to the lake.

He stood on the edge and cast warming charms on himself.

The task was announced, and spectators roared excitedly.

When the whistle was blown, Harry ate the Gillyweed, gagging as it went down, but swallowing it down anyway, and dove.

Up in the stands, Severus watched in apprehension until he saw flippers break the surface where Harry had dived down.

So the Gillyweed had worked. Harry was safe.

Perhaps his Lord was less so, but he had hopes that everything would be alright for them both.

“Did Harry just use Gillyweed?” Minerva asked.

Severus nodded. “I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t have been able to cast a bubble-head, at any rate.” He answered. “It’s a little advanced.”

Minerva gave him a stern look. “You aren’t supposed to help him cheat, father or not!” She chided.

Severus smirked. “I simply supplied him with what he asked for. He would have bought it in Hogsmeade otherwise, and mine is better. It lasts the full hour and won’t make him sick.” He said.

“Well, I suppose if he did enough research to know to ask for it, the task has served its purpose.” Minerva said, and they both settled in to watch.

After what seemed like an hour of swimming, Harry reached the Hostages. His eyes widened when he saw Tom tied up with the others in his Thomas Harding glamour.

He would never admit it later, but he did freak out a bit. He grabbed the knife he had brought with him and sawed at the ropes until they released Tom. He noticed that the little girl tied up next to him was stirring, eyes looking as though they were about to open, so he cut her loose, too, threatening the merfolk with his wand when they tried to intervene. He kicked off from the bottom with both of them, seeing Cedric heading his way with a bubble-head charm as he swam to the surface.

Cedric almost passed him on the way up, but paused and grabbed one of the little girl's arms and they dragged her to the surface just as she awoke and began thrashing.

Harry broke the surface and cast a sonorous on himself as he led his hostage and they little girl to safety. “Whose idea was it to cast a sleeping spell on a part-Veela?!” Harry shouted.

Tom winced. “Really, Harrison.”

Harry shot him a glare. “She was waking up by the time I got down there. You lot are lucky she’s still alive.” Harry told the judges.

All of them looked surprised. Except Dumbledore. He looked unperturbed.

Harry sighed in disgust and cancelled the spell. “Can you stay for the day?” He asked Tom, cuddling up to him as blankets were brought. They shared one.

“I would have to ask Dumbledore, but he might allow it.” Tom said.

Fleur rushed over and kissed Harry on both cheeks, thanking him for saving her sister.

Tom growled.

“Really, it’s fine, she was waking up, so I worried.” Harry said.

Fleur nodded. “Veela are resistant to sleeping spells, she was fighting it off ze whole time.” She explained. “You are a wonderful person!”

Harry flushed. “Thanks. Cedric helped bring her up.” He said, looking over at Cedric who was talking to Cho.

Fleur nodded. “I thanked him already.” She explained, then smiled at Harry again. “You deserve full marks. Ze grindylows got me.” She admitted, then went to sit with her sister.

Once the judges gave the scores, Harry and Tom approached Dumbledore. “Can he stay for the day? I missed him.” Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “I don’t see why not!” He said cheerfully.

Harry cheered and hugged Tom tightly.

Hermione rushed over, Viktor trailing behind her. “Hello, again, Thomas.” She said politely.

“Hello, Hermione. It’s good to see you again. While you are awake.” He added.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, I imagine I wasn’t very good company whilst asleep.”

Tom shook his head. “Dreadfully dull.” He told her.

Harry got between them. “Let’s all go have hot cocoa in the Great Hall!” He suggested.

Hermione sighed. “It will spoil our lunch.” She complained.

Tom eyed her. “Who cares?” He asked. “It's cocoa.”

Hermione looked bewildered. “You like cocoa?” She asked.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Tom asked. “Of course I do, come on.”

They headed to the Great Hall, got their cocoa and discussed the Ministry (Tom and Hermione) and Quidditch (Harry and Viktor).

Both couples were sitting snuggled together, though, so nobody felt put out that their partner was paying attention to someone else.

Harry even felt bold enough at one point to put his hand on Tom's leg, since they were sitting across from the other two, and begun sliding it up toward his groin.

Tom grabbed the hand and held it for the rest of their chat, much to Harry's amusement.
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