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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36576 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry and Neville were discussing Transfiguration, when Theodore Nott rushed into the library.

“Pansy sent me to tell you that the older Slytherins are mobilising.” He whispered, and Harry's blood ran cold. “She says you'll know what that means.”

Harry gestured for him to sit, and Theo took the seat across from Harry. “Do you know who?” He asked.

Theo shook his head. “No, only that one of them—a ‘he'—has a contact in the Ministry. He seems to be the leader here, and worse is that the ‘contact' is rumoured to be an Unspeakable.” His eyes flickered around, and his voice lowered further. “Be alert, and be ready for anything, there’s no telling what they have planned.” He added.

Harry gulped. An Unspeakable. This was bad news, possibly the worst he had gotten all year.

“But no idea who it is?” Harry pressed.

Theo took a deep breath. “I think Pansy might have a guess, but she’s working on making sure she’s right, because if she tells you and you go to Our Lord, there’s a high chance somebody will die. Slytherins don’t need to thin our ranks further unless there’s no doubt we’re culling the right person. Take out the root of the problem, or more weeds will sprout.” He said.

Harry nodded slowly. “That’s smart, I suppose. This is bad, though. Did she hear any whispers on what is planned? Any hints?”

“No, My Prince, nothing yet. She has her ears open, though.” Theo said.

“Thanks, Theo. Would you like to join us and work on Transfiguration? We’re trying to get the essay done.” Harry offered.

Theo’s eyes glanced to Neville and he blushed, then stammered, “Er, n-no. Maybe another time.” Before fleeing.

Harry smiled and looked at Neville. “He may like you.” He said in amusement.

Neville flushed. “I doubt that.” He said quietly.

Harry hummed. “If you say so.” He said, not convinced in the least.

*****

Ron was up early and leaned down to squeeze some of the gel he had into Harry’s shoes. This gel was the only thing with instructions, but it was sitting on the twin’s desk with a few other things, including the gender-swap powder he’d found.

He rubbed it in and washed his hands, then went to breakfast.

Neville woke up and woke Harry up.

Harry groaned and got up, unwillingly, and they showered quickly, then got dressed. Harry walked to the door and stopped.

“What’s up?” Neville asked.

Harry frowned and walked across the dormitory, then back to the stairs.

He was high-stepping the whole way.

“Another prank?” Neville asked.

“I guess, but I haven’t eaten anything yet, and he can’t get into my bed, and I Scourgify my trunk handle before touching it… How did he get it to me?” He asked helplessly.

Neville shrugged. “We may never know. Let’s get downstairs and wait for the twins.” He suggested.

Harry sighed and nodded.

He carefully high-stepped down the stairs, then began skipping.

Neville snorted. “Silly walks, I bet.” He noted as Harry paced, his gait changing every other time he turned around.

Harry glared at him for his trouble. “Thanks, I couldn’t tell. This is ridiculous." He muttered as Hermione joined them.

Fred and George came down and Harry galloped up to them and scowled. “Silly walks?!” He accused.

George frowned. “Oh. You need to take off your shoes, socks and Scourgify your shoes, socks and feet. Then it’ll stop. Do we need to remind Ron who the pranksters are in this family?” He offered.

“Would you? That’d be great.” Harry said, sitting and taking off his shoes and socks.

Fred ruffled his hair. “Anything for you, My Prince.” He said fondly.

“So how did this one get past all my protections?” Harry asked.

“It’s a gel you put into shoes. We had the tube sitting on the instructions. We hadn’t used it yet, so there’s no antidote. But once it comes off, it stops working. We’ve used it on Percy before it was completed.” George said.

“It worked that once, but after that, Mum told us to stop using things we didn’t have an antidote for, so we had to slow down our testing.” Fred explained.

Harry, Hermione and Neville walked down to breakfast with the twins, snorting when Fred changed Ron’s hair to a sickly puke-green colour.

“Nice hair, Ronnie. Stop pranking people, that’s our job. Especially Harry, he did nothing to deserve that.” Fred said as he and George sat down.

Ron scowled and got up, rushing out of the room to check his hair in a mirror.

“How long will the hair last?” Harry asked.

“Until he apologises to you. Don’t tell him, though. I think it looks rather good on him.” George said.

Harry and Neville laughed.

Hermione sighed and shook her head. “Boys.” She muttered.

*****

Ginny let out a shout as she was yanked into an abandoned classroom, a hand coming down to cover her mouth. She met the amused eyes of an older Slytherin boy.

“Just the girl I wanted to see. I have a proposition for you, involving that boy you like so much. Hear me out?” He asked.

Ginny’s eyes widened and she nodded.

“Good girl.” The boy removed his hand and let her go. “The name’s Montague, by the way. Now, My Lord and your crush have somewhat of an… Agreement. I certainly don’t like it, and doubt you want him in the clutches of My Lord, either.”

Ginny’s eyes widened further.

“Don’t get too excited, I’m going to have to put you under a spell so you can’t tell anyone that little titbit. I’m grasping at straws here, but I don’t want to end up dead if you muck this up. So safeguards. Anyway, I have a contact in the Ministry, through my father, who found an interesting Potion recipe in the Department of Mysteries. It’s called liquid Imperius.” He said, smirking.

Ginny sucked in a breath. “Does it work with people who can throw off the curse?” She asked.

“It should, yes, if they take enough of it.” Montague said surely. “Just dose him regularly. Now, if I give you this recipe,” He pulled a scroll out of his back pocket, “I want your promise that you will brew it, get it into him, and keep him far away from my house and My Lord. And, if you fail,” He gazed into her eyes seriously, “I can cast the other two curses in question. I have no problem making you disappear.” He told her, quickly casting the lip-locker curse.

Ginny shivered. “I just want to marry Harry.” She whispered.

Montague smiled, handing her the scroll. “Then brew this and enjoy your life, Lady Potter.”

Ginny took the scroll eagerly. “Thank you.” She said quietly.

Montague’s smile turned cold. “Oh, no. Thank you.”

Ginny hurried from the room.

*****

Ginny found Ron in the library. “We need to talk. In private.”

Ron scowled. “Gin—”

“It’s about Harry.” She whispered.

Ron’s eyes widened and he got up. “Where?”

“Room of Requirement?” Ginny suggested.

Ron nodded and left the books where they were as he followed her.

They got into the room and Ginny turned to Ron. “Do you want to be Harry’s friend again? Really?”

Ron scoffed. “Like that will ever happen. That bloody bastard is never going to change.”

“He might.” Ginny said, handing over the scroll. “If we use this.”

Ron unrolled it and his eyes widened as he read. “Where did you get this?” He asked.

“Does it matter? It’s just what we need! You said yourself he was immune to some poisons, and we don’t know which ones! But this could bring him back to us. To you. To me. We could all be happy again.” Ginny said. “Please, Ron, we need to do this. And you’re the one with access to the ingredients that are reserved for older students. I need you to get them and help me with this. Can you? Will you?” She asked hopefully.

Ron sighed. “Yeah, I can. What do you want out of this?”

Ginny’s eyes shone. “I want to be Harry’s wife.” She said surely.

Ron smiled. “Good. I don’t need that from him. You’ve got a deal.”

*****

Harry and Pansy were doing their homework in the library when Hermione came in. “Got room for one more?” She asked.

Pansy smiled and patted the seat next to her. “Sit here, Granger, and let me pick your brain for information on this damn charm.” She said.

Hermione snorted. “I’m not going to do your work for you.” She warned.

Pansy laughed. “I don’t want you to! I only need about three more inches. Read it over, help me out?”

Hermione hummed. “Well, I can do that much.” She said, taking the essay to read.

Harry snorted. “Do you hate charms that much?” He asked.

Pansy shot him a glare. “It’s stupid and boring. So yes.”
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