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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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Tom stopped Harry as they left the Great Hall and backed him into an alcove covered by a tapestry. He leaned in and whispered, “You must have some idea what you're doing to me.”

Harry grinned. “I do. I’m not ready to do anything but flirt, but I can go pretty far with that. Am I too close to your breaking point?” He asked impishly.

Tom growled and leaned in for a heated kiss, slipping into his mind and speaking once he was in there: “Harrison, you are very close to making me lose my control. You won’t like what you get when that happens. Tone it down some until you are ready to give me at least a little bit of what you are dangling before me. Can you do that for me?” He broke the kiss and raised his head to allow Harry to breathe, and answer.

Harry took a few deep breaths, looking into Tom's eyes, searchingly.

Tom dropped the glamour enough to let Harry see his real eyes and Harry bit his lip at what he saw in them.

Need. Hunger. Yearning.

A need Harry wasn’t ready to indulge.

A hunger he couldn’t yet feed.

A yearning for the things he couldn’t give, not for some time yet.

Harry broke the stare and dropped his eyes to Tom's chest.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He said heavily.

Tom tucked a finger under his chin and raised his face, glamour hack in place. “No, no, don’t get maudlin. I’m not asking you to stop altogether. Just don’t start feeling me up until you're ready to ‘take me in hand,’ so to speak. You can flirt, that’s fine, just be aware that I am only flesh and blood. Don’t push too much. Alright? My Pretty Prince.” He added, kissing the tip of Harry’s nose.

Harry blushed, thinking, ‘I like it much better coming from him than Pansy.’ “Alright.” Harry agreed.

“We're in close quarters here and I kind of am looming over you. Is this okay?” Tom realized, looking at the small space they were in.

Harry grinned. “Kiss me like that again, and I'll forget where we are entirely. If I had a problem with it, I would have told you so.”

Tom chuckled and gave him another breath-stealing kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and gave a small sigh.

The tapestry was pulled aside, and Harry’s eyes snapped open to meet Dumbledore’s assessing gaze. He broke the kiss and buried his blushing face in Tom's chest.

Tom sighed and turned around to look. He gave Dumbledore a disgruntled glare. “Do you mind?” He snapped.

“Severus is looking for his son. I was merely lending a hand in the search. If Harry wants to avoid trouble, it would behoove you both to find him. I won't tell him how I found you. I understand young love.” He said, then left.

Harry muttered an expletive, and Tom chuckled. “Come, let’s go find your father.”

“Bloody parents.” Was Harry’s opinion.

Tom smiled, inclined to agree.

They headed toward the Tower, and were halfway there when they found Severus.

“Where were you two?” He asked in annoyance.

“We were making out.” Harry retorted.

“Harrison!” Tom whispered.

“What?” Harry asked. “It's the truth.”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “I’m going to regret this, but why?”

Tom cleared his throat. “Harry was teasing. I merely wanted to let him know he was pushing a bit too far with it.”

Severus’ eyes snapped open. “Oh? And you were able to convey this with your tongue down his throat?!” He snapped.

Tom smirked. “Quite well, actually. His mind was most welcoming.”

Severus growled. “You two are having tea in my quarters. Now, it is non-negotiable.” He said firmly.

Harry and Tom shared a look, shrugged at each other, and followed Severus to the dungeons, hand-in-hand.

They got settled and Severus poured the tea. They were preparing their cups when Severus spoke.

“Harrison, you need to tell him.” Severus said flatly.

Harry’s hands jerked and he spilled some tea, meeting Severus' eyes nervously.

Severus cleaned it and sighed. “I’m sorry, but you two are obviously getting serious, and he deserves to know exactly what he is up against.” He said in a gentle tone.

Harry gulped and finished fixing his tea, silently.

Tom hummed. “Severus, surely it can wait—”

“It cannot. If he has progressed to pushing your limits, you need to know. So you are aware how essential control is in this matter.” Severus said.

“I can—”

“It's alright.” Harry said softly, straightening up with his tea. He didn’t meet either of their eyes. “He's right, you should know the specifics.”

Severus shook his head. “You can be as general as you want, so long as you convey what happened. No one is entitled to details but you. He has an idea of what happened, but he needs to know how far things go.” He said.

Harry nodded and set his tea down, then turned to Tom. He took a deep breath. “I was raped.” He said flatly.

Tom was so shocked, so enraged, that he lost control of his magic. The fire flared, the teapot rattled, and his glamour slipped off completely. “You—what—who?!” He finally settled on after a few false starts.

Harry sighed. “My uncle.” He whispered.

Tom set his tea down. “Muggle?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“He will die by my hand.” Tom said.

“I want first blood.” Severus spoke up.

Tom nodded. “You deserve that. He is your son. But he stole what is mine by rights, what was Harry’s gift to give. He stole that from you.” He locked eyes with Harry. “He stole that from us. What should have been easy will be tricky, but I am prepared to show you how good it can be, slowly. When the time comes, you have the option of being there. Of watching the light leave his eyes.”

Harry swallowed, but nodded. “I want—need—to be sure he’s gone.”

“Then you will see his end. I warn you now, it will not be pretty. And you will see the most violent side of me. I only ask that it not be all you see of me after.” Tom said.

Harry shook his head. “It won’t be. I know you will not hurt me. Only those that did hurt me, or others like me. I know what you really stand for, now.”

“Did they do anything else?” Tom asked.

Harry shrugged. “They beat me. Starved me. Called me names, worked me like a house-elf. What Vernon did, though… That was the worst.”

“Should I only take him, then?” Tom asked.

“No.” Severus said. “Take them all. I want Petunia, and Harry wants the son.”

Tom smiled. “Will the son be his first kill?” He asked excitedly.

“Most likely. When he is ready.” Severus said.

“Mm. When you have killed the boy, Harrison, you will be truly ready to take your place at my side. I have introduced you, yes, but to make my followers respect you, you must be willing to curse them when they deserve it—yourself.” Tom added sternly.

Harry nodded. “I will be willing to once I can cast the curse. I know they already think me weak.”

“Weak-hearted and weak-willed.” Tom agreed. “But we will show them, won’t we, My Pretty Prince?” He asked with a smirk.

Harry smiled back. “Yes, we will.” He said.

Talk turned to lighter things and they drank their tea, Harry able to relax by degrees as he was distracted by talk of future plans of Ministry takeover.

Apparently, all Tom needed to do was make himself known again and they'd be very close already to unseating Fudge. Not many people liked his head-in-the-sand take on life, and replacing him once people knew Voldemort had returned would probably be all too easy.

Harry pitched in with the occasional suggestion or question, and Tom and Severus indulged him by answering and taking his suggestions into account, but Harry's heart wasn’t really in it.

After a few more hours, Tom stretched. “I really must be going, and you two should get to dinner.” He said.

Severus nodded. “We will see you over Easter.” He said.

Tom smiled. “I will have the Muggles for you both. It will be wonderful.”

Tom left and Harry turned to Severus. “You know, it'll be nice to get some closure on everything.” He said.

Severus smiled and nodded. “It will help you heal. It's easier to believe it will never happen again when the man who hurt you is unmistakably dead.” He agreed.

Harry laughed. “Yeah, I imagine that's so. Dinner now.”

“Yes, let's get to dinner.”
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