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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Harry cuddled up against Tom, book open in his lap. “This is the one we need.” He said, pointing to the ritual titled, The Rite of Judgement. “This one says we compile a list of his crimes and ask Hogwarts to judge him. She decides if he stays or goes.”

“Do we have to read it aloud?” Tom asked, looking over the directions. “No, the list part is silent.” He pursed his lips. “What should we include?”

“When he watched Vernon.” Harry said firmly. “No matter what, that goes on there.”

Tom gave him a startled look. “What if Cedric and Luna see the list?” He asked. “They will be there.”

Harry sighed and cuddled closer. “They already know.” He whispered.

“How?” Tom whispered back, wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders for comfort.

“I told them.” Harry answered simply. “And of course, Luna just knows.” He added.

Tom tilted his face up with a finger under his chin and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “Never again, my love. Severus and I made sure of that.” He reminded him.

Harry nodded. “I know. We need to find out where the wardroom is.”

“Check the index.” Tom suggested.

Harry looked and found the first mention, turning to that page.

“Um… That’s a little closer to the Headmaster's office than I like.” He pointed out the passage.

Tom frowned. “So there's a pin behind the gargoyle’s head?” He asked doubtfully.

“Apparently we let it prick us and request to see the wardroom and the stairs will go down, allowing us access if we are truly heirs to the founders.” Harry said.

Tom hummed. “Does it need to prick everyone individually?”

“Luna will know. I’ll ask her tomorrow.” Harry said lightly.

“Are you going back to your room now?” Tom asked as Harry closed the book.

Harry grinned. “No. Blaise is letting me have tonight and Wednesday night as long as after that, I tell him what we are doing that necessitates so many late nights spent here.” He explained.

Tom groaned. “I was afraid you'd say that.” He mourned.

Harry hummed. “So naked cuddling tonight. Get in bed.” He said happily.

Tom sighed, but obeyed.

*****

Harry rushed back to the dungeons at five-thirty the next morning, muttering under his breath about ‘sexy boyfriends' and ‘wake-up blowjobs' when he saw Severus heading his way.

He slumped in dejection as he saw the man's eyes flash as he neared. “And where are you coming from?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry grinned sheepishly. “Not Tom’s rooms?” He asked more than said.

Severus groaned. “I hope you slept on the couch.” He said.

Harry nodded vigorously, crossing his fingers in a fold of his robe.

Severus hummed doubtfully. “Either way, you are grounded from the next two Hogsmeade trips. And I hate to have to do this, but five points from Slytherin. For getting caught.”

Harry groaned.

Severus quirked an eyebrow at him. “You are not stupid, Harrison. Don’t let me catch you doing this again.” He said firmly.

Harry heard the implied, but I know I can’t stop you, and thanked his lucky stars. “I won’t, Dad. Sorry. I’ll be good.” He promised.

Severus snorted. “I highly doubt that. Go get ready. I’ll see you at breakfast. I’ll see him at breakfast, too.” He said before walking away.

It sounded like a threat.

*****

“I had to listen to your father giving me the Sex Talk this morning!” Tom fumed at Harry. “As well as the ‘hurt my son and I’ll kill you’ speech, which, coming from him, actually does worry me!”

Harry chuckled. “Sorry. I got caught going back to my rooms because someone woke me up with their mouth this morning! Honestly, I think I should get s little leeway, since I didn’t start it!”

Tom smirked. “Oh, but you finished it. And you liked it, you can’t fool me.”

Harry flushed. “I think the screaming orgasm kind of gave me away, didn’t it?” He asked.

“Mm, I do love a screamer.” Tom agreed.

Harry’s face flamed. “I hate you.” He muttered.

“So, tomorrow night?” Tom changed the subject.

Harry nodded. “Cedric and Luna will meet me in the library at five till curfew and we will come here. We wait here and draw up the list until three AM, then we go investigate the wardroom. We all find our beds and go to sleep and next Tuesday we meet again and leave at three again to get him out of here. You tell McGonagall Monday what our plan is, because she has to be ready to anchor the wards first thing Wednesday morning and take his place as Head. We will all be ready at five AM to do that, I brewed Pepper-up for all four of us.” He said. “We’ll just have a tired Wednesday; it won’t be the first time.”

Tom smirked. “Now, I seem to recall you promising me something earlier today?”

Harry flushed and grabbed his bag. “Be right out!” He said, then darted into the bathroom.

He changed into the clothes he had bought last Hogsmeade weekend, when he had slipped away and managed to get an hour alone to browse through the lingerie store. He had worn a glamour and convinced the shopkeeper he was looking for something for his girlfriend. Who just happened to be very similar in build to him.

He looked over his body in the tiny panties (which did nothing to contain him) and the sheer green lace teddy, the prosthetics adhering perfectly to his chest, thank Merlin, and flushed. He squared his shoulders, pulled his Gryffindor courage out of the hole it had run and hidden in, and walked out.

Tom caught one glimpse of him and closed his eyes tightly, face just as flushed as Harry's. “No. Go change back; I will do something your father will never forgive if you wear that.” He said.

Harry giggled and came closer, sitting in the man’s lap and leaning in so Tom could feel the fake breasts pressing into his chest.

He groaned. “You horrible little tease!” He opened his eyes and shoved Harry flat onto the couch and barred him there with his arms either side of his head, then claimed his mouth fiercely.

Harry was nervous, yes, but also feeling very free in his new outfit as Jeanette. She didn’t have a history. When he dressed up, all the baggage he usually carried around was muted. It affected him still, of course, it always would, but he could push it aside easier.

They kissed and Tom teased him with feather-light touches to his cock every once in a while, until Harry’s wand started beeping and buzzing.

Harry pulled away and sighed. “I have to change and head back now, so I can have potions done for tomorrow. I will see you at night tomorrow.”

Tom sighed. “Keep that outfit. I highly approve.” He said, staring raptly now that he had allowed himself to look.

Harry smiled. “I promise I will.”

*****

“I know I said it wasn’t in the Headmaster’s office, and it’s not. But the entrance is close by.” Harry warned, leading their little group to the gargoyle.

“Doesn’t he know if someone enters this area?” Cedric asked, worried.

Harry shook his head. “I looked into it, and he knows if someone comes up the stairs. That’s how he knows who is coming to his office before we get there, and that’s why he won’t know that we were here. We aren’t going up the stairs.” He explained. He touched the gargoyle and felt for the back of its head. He felt a sharp prick and winced.

“The heirs of all founders need to visit the wardroom.” He said firmly to the gargoyle.

The gargoyle inclined its head, surprising Harry, and the stairs began rotating in the opposite direction as usual, going down.

Harry and the others went down the stairs to find a short hallway and a door at the end made of very dark wood.

They went in and looked over the room.

The focal point was the wardstone, a large marble pillar of white that glowed with an unearthly light and had strands leading off of it that occasionally shimmered, becoming visible for but a moment before they disappeared again.

That would be the teachers’ contributions to the wards.

Tom and Harry were watching it with interest, Luna with a detached, dreamy look on her face, and Cedric gaped in awe.

“Are we supposed to be here?” He whispered, recognizing the import of the room.

Harry stepped in, saying, “Yes. As founder heirs, this is our responsibility to uphold and protect. This is the heart of the castle, our birth right.” He explained. “This room is where the wards originate, where the headmasters come to be inducted, and this is where the ritual to remove Dumbledore will take place, as we are stripping his title, power, and the control of the wards from him in one fell swoop. It’s all going to happen in a matter of minutes, and here is where we will start it and end it. We deserve to be here even more than he ever did.”

Luna and Tom followed him as he circled the wardstone, examining it closely, but not touching it.

Cedric followed them into the room, but stayed against the wall, hesitant to admit that he was owed this. That all this power was for him.

Harry smiled. That was the humble Hufflepuff in him. He’d offer his protection to others, but to know he was owner and holder of something so much bigger than just himself would always leave him a little shaken.

And perhaps that was how it should be.

Luna walked up to the wardstone and placed her hand on it, closing her eyes, and Cedric cried out as Harry and Tom watched, Harry reaching out to block Cedric from reaching her.

“Just wait.” Harry whispered as Luna began to glow, her hair caught in an updraft only she could feel. A blissful smile spread across her face, and she dropped the hand as she opened her eyes.

“The castle is welcoming us home. It’s been so long.” She said happily. “We’re here now.” She spoke to the stone. “And we will try to keep our lines aware of their connection to you.”

Harry smiled. “Two of those lines are going to merge, as a matter of fact.” He said happily, and the stone pulsed.

Luna nodded. “We should leave now. We know where it is, so we are ready for next week.” She said.

Harry and Tom agreed, and they all left the room, Cedric giving the stone one last, lingering look of awe.

They left the room, and the heart of the castle slept on.
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