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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 smiled, holding the tiny slip of paper as if it were gold.

Because it was.

A number and five little words were written on it, in Severus' spidery script.

“4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey"

Simple and to the point. There was no wishing of luck, no advice on what he was to do. Severus knew there was no need for that.

They were Muggles. They posed no threat to him.

He got up and went to get ready.

*****

Tom knocked on the door. He could be civilized.

He also stuck out like a sore thumb in his very expensive tailored suit, but it was the only Muggle clothing he owned.

The door was opened by a pig-like teen with blond hair. He opened his mouth, and Tom was almost surprised when words came out instead of a squeal. “Mum! Someone's at the door!” He shouted.

Tom fought the urge to sneer at the boy's atrocious manners.

A horsey woman came into the doorway, and the boy hurried back to the sitting room. “Yes?” The woman asked. “Can I help you?”

Tom smiled charmingly. “Yes, I believe you can.” He said. “May I come in?”

The woman looked taken aback, but stepped aside. “Yes, of course. Who might you be?” She asked, closing the door behind her.

“I am known by a few names. My friends call me Marvolo, my consort calls me Tom.” His charming smile melted away with the glamour over his eyes and the woman flinched back as his voice dropped to a whisper. “But you might know me better as Lord Voldemort.” He said, relishing the words.

The woman gave a small scream before Tom silenced her.

“Now, now, none of that. You've hurt someone very dear to me, and I’m afraid reparations must be paid.” Tom said evenly, bringing her body into the kitchen and seating her in a chair. He took the chair opposite it.

The woman was trying to talk.

Tom lifted the spell and she sobbed, “Don’t hurt my baby!”

He silenced her again and hummed. “I won't. Nor will I hurt you. I am after your husband. You are for Severus. Harry has called your son.” He told her.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, mouth moving as she tried to speak.

“No excuses. You stood by and did nothing, and likely inflicted some damage yourself. Nothing will reverse that. It's futile and you will only anger me further. I am unpleasant when crossed. Well, I’m unpleasant most of the time, but worse when crossed.” Tom warned her as her son came into the room.

He turned his wand on the boy and stunned him, and he fell to the floor with a loud “thump.”

Tom frowned. “Oh, my, that sounded painful. Well, he has plenty of padding.” He said, unconcerned.

“What was that?” Called a voice from the sitting room, followed by, “Tuney, while you're in there, grab me a drink!”

Petunia paled as Tom turned his head toward the voice.

“Ah, the man I am here to meet. How long will it take him to come find out why you aren’t responding, I wonder?” Tom mused.

“Tuney?” The voice called out again.

Tom stayed silent, twirling his wand in his fingers, and waited.

A fat man with a large moustache came into the room.

Tom sneered at him as the man gaped—rather stupidly—at him. And his wand.

“You're Vernon?” He asked in distaste. “Well, I suppose I can see how you overpowered Harry. The boy had no chance against your considerable… Bulk.”

Vernon turned red and drew in a deep breath before yelling, “We don’t want any freaks here! I demand you leave at once!”

Tom stood and bound the man, letting him fall to the floor and sealing his mouth shut.

Vernon's eyes widened.

“Now, see here.” Tom hissed, standing over the man with his wand aimed between his eyes. “This is how things will go. I make the demands here. You can beg for your life—or for your death, I don’t care, it changes nothing. You will be my guests until Harry and Severus are able to take your wife and son. Then, Harry will watch as I kill you. Slowly. Oh, yes, and painfully. Then Severus and Harry will take care of the rest of your pitiful little family as they wish, and at their leisure.” He told the man. He unsealed his mouth and asked, “Any questions?”

“Who are you?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “Ask your wife; she knows.” He shrank them all down to the size of berries and took off Petunia's silencing spell, then placed them in an unbreakable vial, stoppering it to stop the high-pitched whine that was their tiny voices and slipping it into his pocket. It was going to be a bumpy ride, but they deserved a few bruises for what they had put Harry through.

Besides, this was just the beginning.

*****

Tom took the vial out of his pocket, looked at the miniature family inside, and gave it a hard shake.

They bounced around, smacking into the sides and each other, likely gaining many more bruises and maybe a broken bone or two.

Tom took them down to the dungeons, holding the vial in his hand, careful to swing his arms much more than usual as he walked down the stairs. Just for fun.

He slipped his hand through one of the bars of a dungeon cell and dumped them out, then restored their normal size.

They looked severely bruised and battered, but there was no blood.

Tom smiled. “You will be fed. Not much, you obviously don’t need it, but enough to keep you alive. You will eat, or the house-elves will spell it into your stomach. You won’t be escaping your fate through starvation. You have about a month until Harry will be here to move you or not as he desires. You will treat Harrison with the respect he deserves, or the consequences will be—” He cast the Cruciatus on Vernon, then continued, “That. You will address him as My Prince. I will be addressed as My Lord. You'd do well to avoid speaking to us unless directly addressed.” He eyed them all, then added, “Do you understand?”

A chorus of “Yes, My Lord" answered him, although Vernon's was grudging.

It made this all the sweeter.

“For now, I'll leave you with this.” He cast a nightmare curse on each of them, and smirked. “I wouldn’t suggest sleeping.” He said before leaving the dungeon.

For a day's work, it was good.

And he'd managed to refrain from spilling Vernon's blood.

He'd keep his promise to Severus, difficult though it would be.

*****

“I added the twins.” Harry said to Severus as he and Draco and Pansy sat around the table.

“You added the who?” Severus asked in horror.

“The twins.” Harry answered. “They're Hopefuls now.”

“I see.” Severus said. “In that case, goodbye.” He walked into the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Harry called out.

“To slit my wrists with my straight razor. I cannot live like this!”

Harry laughed. “Get back out here! I still need you!”

Severus walked out. “I daresay you have all that you need already. You're collecting every miscreant in the school!”

“Hey!” Pansy protested. “What does that make us?”

“His control group, obviously.” Severus told her. “The normal Hopefuls.”

Draco grinned. “So long as you aren’t lumping us in with them.” He said lightly. “I may be dating them, it doesn’t mean I want to be considered one of them.”

Severus stared at him in horror, then went to his desk, pulled a potion out of one of the drawers, and drank it.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“Draught of Peace. My whole life is crashing down around me. I felt it necessary.” Severus answered. “Draco, repeat that?” He requested, sitting in his chair.

Draco shrugged. “You heard me. I’m dating the Weasley twins.” He said lightly.

Severus groaned, laying his head down on his desk. “Why?” He asked.

Draco snorted. “Apparently, redheads just do it for me.”

“I did not need those visuals.” Severus muttered.

“Yeah, no one did.” Harry agreed.

Pansy sighed. “Anyway, we were here for a reason.” She reminded them.

Harry perked up. “Oh, yeah! Draco, you said your dad gave you news?”

Draco nodded, pulling a letter out of his pocket. “Yes. Apparently, Dumbledore's main platform in the Wizengamot years ago, when he was active in politics, was pushing through legislation to further restrict Dark creatures' rights. He proposed the laws that make Werewolves unable to hold paying jobs or buy houses.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “But why would he do that?!” He asked. “He knows Remus, he’s seen that they’re not all bad!”

Draco shrugged. “Yes, but Professor Lupin was a Gryffindor. And we all know Dumbledore’s double standards.”

Pansy nodded her agreement.

“That man is utterly mad.” Harry muttered.

“If you haven’t figured that out by now, you’re even more dense than I had you pegged as.” Severus told him from his desk.

Harry whipped around to glare at him. “Hey, you stay out of it!”

Severus simply smiled, working on his grading.
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