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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Draco came back into the room and went into the nest, smiling. His smile died as he realised George and the babies were in the same exact positions he'd left them in.

Three hours ago.

He frowned. That was very odd. He shook George awake and asked, “Have the babies woken up at all since I left? New babies are supposed to be fed every two hours, right? It’s been three!”

George sat up, yawning, and tried to rouse them.

They were apparently still tired, but Draco was right, they needed to wake up and eat.

He moved them both to nipples and tried to get them to latch on. They finally did, but their sucking was slow and sluggish, and George frowned.

The first two days they had both had voracious appetites and were crying to be fed nearly constantly. Now they didn’t seem enthusiastic about their meal at all.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong with his babies.

He looked up and met Draco’s eyes. “Get Fred.” He said flatly.

Draco frowned. “Why—”

“Now!” George shouted, eyes screaming that this was serious, that their dominant was desperately needed, and time was of the essence.

Draco bolted from the room, running as quickly as he could to the library, where Fred was taking his turn to study while Draco took care of George and the babies.

Draco rushed up to the teen, sending Madam Pince a glare right back, returning the glare she was shooting him with interest. “There's something wrong—”

Draco had no need to finish his sentence as Fred was already out of his seat and running full-tilt toward the Room of Requirement. He followed, lungs burning with the need for air and panic both.

They both reached the nest at the same time, and George was looking down at the twins, as they both slipped into sleep without even fully finishing emptying his breasts. He knew their appetites after feeding them nearly non-stop for two days, and this was not how his babies were supposed to be. He looked up, meeting Fred's eyes, and both Fred and Draco felt their hearts clench at the pain and panic reflected in them.

“They're so weak.” He whispered. “And I’m really tired, too, and I don’t know why…” He trailed off helplessly.

Fred wracked his brain for anything that had changed in the past two days. His eyes zeroed in on the new, wonderfully-soft, luxurious blanket.

That had come in an unmarked box.

For them.

With not so much as a note.

He cursed and ripped the blanket away from George, taking it into the main room and throwing it in the middle of the floor before setting fire to it.

Draco swallowed. “Molly?” He whispered.

Fred let out a heavy sigh. “I think so. She's never made blankets before, so we didn’t suspect… We'll have to be careful.” He said. “We might have been too late.” He added, voice breaking at the thought.

Draco wrapped his arms around his shoulders as his dominant cried.

“Draco?” George's voice was calling from the nest.

Draco pressed a kiss to Fred’s cheek and went to see his submissive. “Are you alright?” He asked.

George nodded. “I just… Tell Fred he couldn’t have known. I had no idea, either, I thought maybe it was Luna, or Harry… We'll just give it a day and see if things go away on their own. And be more careful in the future.”

Draco nodded and Fred joined them in the nest, still crying slightly.

“I need to be here.” He explained, curling around George's side and stroking a finger down one pudgy, pink, precious cheek. “If she hurt them, I'll kill the bitch.” He vowed, voice a growl.

George leaned into him. “I know you will.” He said, hoping Faith and Grace would be okay.

It was too soon to know, and all they could do was wait.

*****

Harry and Tom walked into Gringotts together, softly discussing what they would do if they couldn’t find what they needed in either founders' vault.

They got up to the counter and a goblin looked up. “My Lords. What can we do for you?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “We need to check our ancient vaults, for artefacts. There should be a book in them that we need.”

The goblin's eyes narrowed. “Salazar Slytherin's vault holds far fewer books than the others, to avoid misuse of certain rituals. Which book would you need?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “We need the book detailing the rights of Founder heirs and Lords.” He said. “As well as how to enact our rights concerning the governing of the school.”

The goblin nodded. “That is two separate books. All founders have the information about rights and responsibilities. The rituals you may enact with all four heirs cannot be found in Slytherin's vault, though. Only the other three have copies. It is a check, to make sure the power of the Slytherin bloodline does not become a weapon against the school.” He levelled a stern look at Tom. “Because, Lord Slytherin, your bloodline has always been the strongest and most ruthless. If you tried to enact a ritual alone, you might have the power to fuel it without the others.”

Tom smiled and looked smug at that.

“That’s not a good thing.” Harry said, a laugh in his voice. He turned back to the Goblin. “Then we’ll go to Gryffindor’s vault for the books.” He said.

The goblin nodded. “Come with me.”

They went to a cart and travelled down, down and down some more, deeper than Harry had ever been before.

Finally, they stopped. “Vault 13, Gryffindor vault. To get to the artefacts, you must go to the back wall and make a blood offering. The vault will test your blood and allow you access. Only you may touch the books contained within, unless the other person touches it at the same time as you. If they touch it without you doing the same, they will be burned.” The goblin warned.

Harry swallowed. “Noted.” He said. He went in and stopped at the back wall, slicing open his palm and squeezing a small dribble of blood onto the floor. It sizzled, sunk into the floor, and the wall opened, revealing a second room behind it, with books and scrolls and various other items scattered around. He went over to the piles of books and began searching.

After fifteen minutes, he had the two books. Heirship Rights and Responsibilities and Rituals of Hogwarts. He brought them out and leaned into Tom's side. “This is going to be interesting.” He said.

Tom smiled. “Oh, my little Prince, you have no idea.” He purred.

*****

George looked down at his babies, smiling. It had taken seven hours, but they were back to the little gluttons he'd remembered, and all was right with his world.

Draco sighed. “Should we tell Harry?” He asked again.

George looked over at him, frowning. “We have to; he’s their Godfather, he has a right to know!”

Fred frowned. “The problem with that is that he'll tell Tom, who is also honorary Godfather, since they are together.”

“And you don’t want your Mum to die. I get it.” Draco said.

“Hell no!” Fred met his eyes, and his pupils were thin streaks of black in soulful brown eyes. “I want her to burn, but I want to be the one to end her!” He growled.

Draco shivered.

“So tell Harry.” George said. “Make sure he knows you claim the kill. You know he won’t stop you. He might even help make her disappear.” He pointed out.

Fred hummed. “Yeah, you have a point. Draco, George, do either of you want to help?”

Draco smiled. “I have no love for the woman, but if you both want your pound of flesh, I'll abstain. If George doesn’t want to help, I'll lend a hand.” He offered.

George looked down at Grace and Faith, then scowled. “I’m in.” He said firmly.

Fred smiled. “I'll let Harry know. They should come back tomorrow.”

Fawkes appeared in a burst of flame, and Draco hurried out of the nest at the crackle his fire made as it flared and dissipated. Draco frowned. “Letter from Dumbledore.” He said. He took it. “It’s to all three of us.” He said. “We're to come to his office. Immediately.”

Fred got up and pushed George back as he tried to rise. “You and the girls are staying here. I don’t want you near him with them. I don’t trust the man.”

George nodded, relaxing again. “Come back safe.” He said, worried.

Fred smiled. “We will.” He left, taking Draco with him, and they headed to Dumbledore’s office.

Draco gave the password and they went in, both nervous.

Dumbledore smiled. “Have a seat, boys. Where is your brother?” He asked Fred.

“He's not coming. He isn’t quite ready to leave the babies yet.” Fred said firmly.

Dumbledore nodded. “That's fine, then. I actually wanted to talk to you about that. There is no reason to have Mr. Jordan wake at all hours of the night just because you two and your mate are fathers now. I've arranged for a private room for the three of you. It's on the first floor, near the Hufflepuff common room, and here is a map of where to find it, along with the current password.” He said. “You may change it when you move in, and it should be sufficiently soundproofed so there is no danger of waking anyone with noise.”

Fred and Draco shared a look, wondering why he couldn’t have assigned them a room earlier, instead of leaving them all in their dorms. Without each other.

Draco smiled. “Thank you, Headmaster. We appreciate it. We will move in as soon as George is ready to move from our current location.” He said.

Dumbledore frowned. “I’m afraid I have to insist that you move today. It is much safer for your babies to be moved when there are not a multitude of students wavering the castle.” He advised them.

Fred pressed his lips together. “And I’m afraid you are misunderstanding us, Sir. George and the babies will not be moving anywhere until our submissive is ready to move. That is how things are, and that is how things shall be.” He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Feel free to try and change my mind, if you want. You'll find I won't budge on this.”

Dumbledore sighed in defeat. “Very well, young Mr. Weasley. Let me know when you have moved in. I will let you and your brother decide when that will be.”

Fred and Draco thanked him and left, stopping by the room. They went in and Draco fired off a few spells, and several areas lit up. Fred went to open his mouth and Draco shook his head minutely.

He frowned and waited until they were back in the Room of Requirement before asking, “What were those lights in the rooms?”

Draco scowled. “Recording spells, surveillance spells, the whole list of ways to keep an eye on what we were doing in there. He could listen, watch and probably read anything that went on in those rooms. The Dark Lord can get rid of everything, and we will explain it as having our room checked out by the DADA teacher for harmful spells before we moved in. That will be our cover.”

“You can’t get rid of them?” Fred asked.

Draco shook his head. “I’m not advanced enough to deal with all of it. The Dark Lord is.”

They both went into the nest to tell George the news. Both the good, and the bad.
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