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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 walked down the stairs, a vial in his pocket and the bag of chocolate covered cherries in his hand. He came up to the front of the cell and smiled.

Pale, wan, tired faces stared at him in fear and resignation.

“Hello, worms.” He said cheerfully.

No response.

He scowled. “I expect a response when I greet you. It will be respectful and prompt.” He said, casting a Crucio at the woman. “Now,” He said after releasing her from the curse, “Let's try again. Hello, worms.”

A chorus of “Hello, My Lord,” met his ears, and he smiled.

“Much better." He praised. “I saw Harrison today. He got me a gift.” He held up the bag. “Chocolate covered cherries.” He told them.

The piggy little boy's eyes zeroed in greedily on the treat. The other two eyed it, but were wary. Tom wasn’t surprised. He was feeding them only what they needed to survive.

Tom opened the bag and drew one out, biting into it and humming happily as the juicy fruit burst between his teeth, the thin chocolate shell adding an additional sweetness to the tangy-sweet flavour. Cherries always had been his weakness.

“Oh, they're delicious!” He said once he had chewed and swallowed, showing them the glistening chocolate-wrapped insides of the cherry. “See, with magic, we are able to seal the juices inside, so they do not need to be dried before they are coated with chocolate. The result is a wonderfully juicy treat that bursts with flavour when you bite into it.”

They all looked interested now.

Tom smiled. “You want to try it, don’t you?” He asked. “I will let one of you try one.” He told them, pulling the vial out from his pocket. “The only caveat is that I must get something out of the arrangement.” He dipped the cherry into the potion. “This brew will not alter the flavour, it will not kill you, and it should not hurt—although I have never used it on myself, so I would not know for certain—so feel free to ingest it. You will survive. Here you go.”

He threw the laxative-coated treat into the cell and all three dove for it, the piggy little boy grabbing it before the fat man hit him and stole the candy, popping it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed quickly, then his eyes widened in horror and his stomach made an ominous rumbling sound.

Tom chuckled as the man frantically tried to get his trousers undone in time, stilling and turning red as he failed, and his bowels released.

Tom called an elf, having taken one of Lucius' youngest that was able to work, and pointed at the fat, foul-smelling man who was still shitting himself. “Wait for him to stop, then clean him up. Inform me when it is over.” He said, then went back up the stairs to enjoy the rest of his treat with a glass of wine and pleasant company.

“Dolohov!” He called out once he reached the main floor.

“My Lord?” The man called down from the top of the stairs, where he was patrolling the place.

“Join me in my study for a drink.” He said.

“Yes, My Lord.” Dolohov said.

Tom took his usual throne and smiled, popping another cherry into his mouth.

Life was good.

*****

Harry finished writing everything he had found out about Dumbledore into the book and closed it. “There. Now he knows.” He muttered to himself.

He slipped the book into his trunk and closed it, then locked it up and left the room to head to the library. He called Luna with the ring and she showed up just as he left the hallway leading to the Tower.

Harry frowned. “Every time I call you, you’re close by. How do you do that?” He asked.

Luna smiled. “The stones tell me when you'll be leaving. I make sure to head your way in case I'm needed.” She said.

“I guess that makes sense.” ‘In a strange way.’ He added mentally.

Luna began humming as they walked toward the library and Harry felt the tight ball of tension in his back begin unravelling.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

Luna stopped and made a questioning sound. “Oh, I'm just soothing the Dracken. It wants out, but it’s not time yet.” She answered.

Harry tensed. “How do you know about that?” He asked in a hushed tone.

“I can See inheritances, even when they haven’t manifested themselves yet. Yours will come, but later. You could probably use it soon, but you're not ready for what it will mean for you.” Luna said.

“Do you know when it'll hit?” Harry asked.

“I do.” Luna told him. “But I can’t tell you. Yet.”

Harry frowned. “Why not?”

Luna shrugged. “The future is changeable. It might change, and I don’t want to tell you one thing, and have something else happen. That’s rude.” She explained. “I will tell you when it’s set for good.” She promised.

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

They continued on to the library, Luna humming again until Harry was completely relaxed.

Harry got an idea as they sat down. “Luna, do you know what the Slytherins are planning?” He asked.

Luna looked sad and pained. “I can’t tell you, Harry.” She whispered.

“Why not?” Harry asked.

Luna looked down. “It has to happen this way. To prevent something even worse. I’m sorry, but Lady Magic has told me I mustn't interfere.” She stressed.

Harry sighed. “Is it bad?”

Luna nodded. “That’s all I’m allowed to tell you.” She said.

“I get it. But if it’s to prevent something worse I guess it won’t kill me. Whatever it is, I’m sure it'll get fixed.” He said. “Now, I need to know how to falsify an aura. Would you know anything about that?” He asked. “Or where I can look to find out how? I know my mother’s family could do it.”

Luna took a deep breath. “We're in the wrong place for that. The come-and-go room.” She said, getting up and leading the way.

Harry followed her to the room of requirement, and they entered, looking around.

The room was mostly bare, with a few mirrors and a few practice dummies.

Luna nodded. “Yes, this will do.” She pointed to a mirror. “That’s an aura mirror. If you let your aura out, it will show in the mirror.” She explained.

Harry eyed her. “Then why don’t I see yours?” He countered.

Luna smiled. “Oh, I keep mine hidden because it’s dangerous to let Dumbledore see it.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

Luna rolled her eyes and Harry looked into the mirror to see her body encompassed by not gold or green, but rather a white, shimmering light. She sighed and it drew back into her.

Harry’s mouth was hanging open. “Wow. Okay. So you're really a Seer.”

Luna nodded. “A powerful one, and only you can know how powerful. You and your consort. Tell no one else.”

Harry nodded and let his aura out. It showed up in the mirror, gold that was swirled with green, dulled in places. Bright emerald green surrounded his hands, though. It was spreading from there.

Luna nodded as though she was expecting that. “Now, the important thing is to tell your magic to lie.”

Harry frowned. “Uh, how…”

Luna smiled. “You still have command of light magic, bring that forward and surround yourself with it. You won’t be able to do this if you slip as deeply into the Dark Arts as your consort has, but as long as you don’t make a horcrux, you should still be able to falsify your aura.” She told him.

Harry nodded and concentrated on his magic. He grabbed onto the lightest-feeling part and wrapped it around his hands. He watched in the mirror as they lightened, and smiled, spreading it around to cover the swirls of green, making the dull parts bright again.

Luna nodded. “Good. Now hold onto that. Keep it wrapped around you and buy a mirror like this for home. Aura mirrors can be expensive, but if you are going to keep this up, it’s worth it.” Luna said.

“How can Dumbledore trust Tom if you can’t falsify an aura that Dark?” He asked.

Luna shrugged. “That’s easy. He hides it. Dumbledore sees nothing, which is why he didn’t trust him at first. He knows when an aura is hidden, but there are lots of reasons to hide your aura. Some people aren’t trying to keep anything in particular hidden, they just like their privacy.” She explained.

“Oh.” Harry said.

“Between you, me and your consort we own most of the school, you know.” Luna pointed out.

Harry frowned. “How so?” He asked.

“Harry, if you weren’t Heir Gryffindor, the hat would have placed you in Slytherin. You belong there, really, but your bloodline link to another house meant you could choose to go there, instead.” Luna told him. “I know this because Seers are supposed to end up in Hufflepuff, where we'd be safest. As Heir Ravenclaw, I requested to go there, and the hat let me. The Dark faction now owns three-quarters of the school. All we need is Heir Hufflepuff and we can oust Dumbledore once we have McGonagall on our side.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, but who's Heir Hufflepuff?” He asked.

Luna gave him a blank stare.

“What?” Harry asked. “I really don’t know!”

Luna sighed. “That’s okay, neither does he.” She said. “It’s your fellow champion, Harry.”

Harry frowned. “Cedric?” He asked.

Luna nodded. “Yes. He needs to go to Gringotts and claim the title, of course, but once he does that and you get him on your side, we can start planning.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t see him switching.” He said.

Luna smiled. “That’s okay. I do.” She assured him. “Anyway, you should get back to your Tower. It’s nearly curfew and you could use an early night. I'll walk with you.” She offered.

Harry nodded. “Alright, let's go.” He said.
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