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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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“Next Tuesday night is the next night I need to be there.” Harry whispered as he sat beside Blaise in the library.

Blaise sighed and set down his quill, turning to face Harry. “Explain.” He said flatly.

Draco, who had finally surfaced from the nest, looked over in interest. “Yes, both of us would like to know, please.” He added.

Harry snorted. “We're going to Severus' rooms, then. Come on.” He got up and led the way.

When they got in, both other teens looked at Harry expectantly. “Me, Tom and the other two heirs are getting rid of Dumbledore. On Tuesday night.” He explained.

Blaise looked interested.

“I want to be there to see it.” Draco said eagerly.

“Er, well, you can’t.” Harry said nervously. “Sorry.”

Draco scowled. “Well, why not?” He asked.

“You have to be a Headmaster or Headmistress or a Founder’s heir to get into the wardroom. And it has to happen there. I didn’t make the rules.” Harry said apologetically. “I wish it could be more public, but it can’t be. The ritual won’t take from anywhere else.”

Draco huffed. “Bunch of bollocks, is what that is.”

Blaise hummed thoughtfully. “Actually, it makes sense. You have reasons to get rid of him, but it would be bad if everyone knew all the bad things he’d done, either to the school or to those in it. It could make him a lot of enemies, and the Founders wouldn’t want to give someone less power and a whole host of new enemies at once. It’s better if we trust in the magic of the school to let us know if he was unfit, we don’t need exact details on why. That’s not necessary, that’s nosy.” He pointed out when Draco opened his mouth.

Draco made a face. “So I’m nosy. I’m a Malfoy, it’s in my blood. I should know important details.”

Harry smiled. “It will all come out eventually, and then you’ll understand why certain things were kept quiet until later. Certain things have to happen in a certain order.” He said, thinking that he’d be able to better handle the news of his past coming out once he had gone through his inheritance and properly bonded, and had nothing further to fear as far as intimacy went. He knew it was going to happen, he was feeling increasingly restless as the days went on and could feel his magic building within him.

There were only a few people that calmed the feelings: Tom, Luna, Neville, Draco and Theo. Even his own father didn’t calm his nervous energy like the others, and Harry couldn’t quite figure out what about Neville, Draco and Theo did the trick, of he would have shared the information with someone on how to make him feel more even-tempered.

Draco didn’t look happy at his words, but he sighed and nodded. “I can accept that, as long as I’ll be told eventually.”

“You will be. Just be patient.” Harry assured him.

Draco nodded. “So Tuesday?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Wednesday morning we’ll pass the torch to McGonagall officially—we can do that—and she’ll announce the switch at breakfast, along with who the heirs are, and we’ll start deciding what classes will be added to the curriculum. Alchemy will be coming back for the sixth and seventh years that did exceptionally well and got an O on their potions O.W.L. and they can choose either Potions or Alchemy or to train as an apprentice, which requires taking both and will culminate in a Potions Mastery once they have taken the five years under Dad needed. Or, I suppose, a different Potions or Alchemy Master would suffice, but they’d have to get them to agree to come to Hogwarts or supervise them doing their classes by correspondence. That would just be busy work, and I don’t see anyone agreeing to that. Dad would be the best option.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Oh, Alchemy would be wonderful!” He breathed.

Harry smiled. “We are also making Pureblood etiquette and traditions required for the first three years for all Muggleborns.” He chuckled. “Hermione will want to take that with the others that missed it. It will be necessary, because they need to assimilate to our ways, not the other way around. I need to take that class, too, and Tom will be teaching it until we find someone else.”

Draco nodded. “Father might be willing to teach that. He’s strict, but he knows that stuff really well.”

Harry smiled. “I’ll have Tom ask him. As long as he agrees to not make it an order.” He said.

“That’s probably for the best.” Draco agreed.

“Alright, we need to finish our homework now. Let’s go back.” Blaise said.

The other two nodded and they all went back to the library and dove back into their work.

*****

Harry and Tom heard a knock at the door and opened it to find Cedric and Luna there.

“Good.” Tom said, glamour in place. “Let’s go.” He said, leading the way.

They went to the gargoyle and Tom let the needle prick him.

They gargoyle’s face darkened, and it shook its head in negation.

Tom scowled. “Oh, for the love of—”

“I’ve got it! She needs proof that you are not acting alone.” Luna said, reaching around to let the gargoyle prick her as well.

“Who needs proof?” Tom demanded as the stairs moved.

Luna smiled. “Hogwarts, silly!” She told him and headed down the stairs.

Cedric went next to escape Tom’s dark glare.

Harry chuckled and kissed away Tom’s frown. “Come on, you’re still needed.” He assured the man.

“I’m not so sure of my welcome now.” Tom muttered, but let Harry pull him down the stairs.

Harry shook his head and pulled out the sheet of crimes Dumbledore had committed and unfolded it as they entered the room.

The instructions in the book had said that the heir with a connection to Lady Magic would know how to open the ritual, and so Harry and Tom were counting on Luna.

As they came into the room and took their places around the wardstone, Luna brought her hands together and spoke surely, “Let the space be sacred.”

The door closed with a slam, and the wardstone pulsed in readiness as the air grew heavy.

Tom held out his hand for the sheet of paper with some of Dumbledore's many crimes listed on it. As the oldest of the group, it fell to him to speak first.

As the most magically powerful of the group, it fell to Harry to speak second and power the wards against the man once he was banished.

As the two supports, the other heirs were only required to speak a few lines, to make their approval of the plan known, and to bear witness to Dumbledore's final moments as Headmaster, before the rights and title were stripped from him for good.

Luna smiled serenely, hands clasped in front of her, watching the wardstone glowing bright.

Tom cleared his throat as Harry solemnly handed him the paper.

“I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, heir of Salazar Slytherin and Lord Slytherin, do request the removal of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He spoke. He placed the paper atop the wardstone. “This list of the man's crimes has been compiled by the four heirs, acting for the benefit of the school. We request that Hogwarts judge the man, and if he is found to be guilty and an unfit leader for the school, bring him to us here and now.”

The paper burned, and the stone sparked, then flared bright white, and Dumbledore appeared before them in the wardroom, in his nightclothes.

“What is the meaning of this?!” He blustered, looking around at the group.

Harry smiled, having felt the small pull on his magic from the wardstone as it “summoned" Dumbledore to the impromptu meeting. He knew the stone and the castle wouldn’t drain him, and if he didn’t have the magic it needed it would draw from the others, perhaps even the teachers, to find what was needed to power the new wards the school would need once this deed was done. “I, Harrison Severus Prince, heir of Godric Gryffindor and Lord Gryffindor, do request the removal of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He seconded, and Dumbledore was stuck to the floor by the ancient magics being invoked.

He looked at Tom, confused, and the man smirked and dropped the glamour.

Dumbledore paled. “Tom Riddle!” He breathed in horror.

Tom smiled and inclined his head.

Cedric spoke next, voice wavering a bit before it firmed and became sure. “I, Cedric Amos Diggory, heir of Helga Hufflepuff and heir Hufflepuff, do request the removal of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Tendrils of magic reaching from Dumbledore to the wardstone became visible and began to snap apart, his magic becoming untethered to the wards. He began to look panicked. “Now, let's be reasonable, I haven’t done anything wrong, I—" His voice broke off as the invoked magics silenced him, though his mouth moved for a few more moments.

Luna began to glow as her aura became visible and currents of pure white magic swirled around her. Her voice was filled with the otherworldly power of Lady Magic when she spoke. “I, Luna Pandora Lovegood, heir to Rowena Ravenclaw and heir Ravenclaw, do request the removal of the current Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Furthermore,” Everyone looked at her in shock as she continued to speak, “I invoke Lady Magic and ask that She guard us against ill word or deed from Albus Dumbledore from this moment to his last. So mote it be!” The magic circling around her gave a single, bright pulse and then dissipated with a sound of a bell giving a single toll. Luna smiled in satisfaction.

The remaining wards tied to Dumbledore snapped and latched onto Tom instead, as the invoker of the ritual, and the man smiled in satisfaction. “Albus Dumbledore, you have been found to be an unfit Headmaster for the school. You must now leave. Your belongings will pack and leave with you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Dumbledore disappeared, reappearing outside the gates along with several trunks, and the wards pulled magic from Harry, strengthening a new ward to bar entrance to him specifically and for good.

Tom panted. “The current Deputy Head is acceptable to us and had no part in his wrongs. We entrust Minerva McGonagall with the care and protection of the school henceforth.” He said tightly, and the wards currently connected to him pulsed and left, supposedly attaching to McGonagall in her rooms, where they would stay for twenty-four hours unless the next ritual to induct her was performed.

Three of the four Founders’ heirs sat, tired out from the magic that had been drawn from all of them, and Cedric let out a sigh. “What now?” He asked.

Tom let out a tired chuckle. “Now we regain our strength enough to find our beds and get what sleep we can, which will be an hour and a half. Then we induct McGonagall properly. Tomorrow evening we will meet in my rooms after dinner and discuss altering classes taught and adding anything new for next year.” He said.

Harry sat beside him with a groan. “My inheritance can't come fast enough.” He mumbled. “I need the boost.”

“You'll get it sooner than you think.” Luna said brightly, sounding as chipper as ever. “I’m going to go to bed now. See you all tomorrow!” She said, then skipped out of the wardroom.

“She’s mad.” Cedric said wearily.

Harry chuckled. “She just got a boost from communing with Lady Magic. She's lucky, is all.” He corrected. “Sometimes it tires her out, sometimes it’s the opposite.”

Cedric groaned. “I’m going to catch an hour’s nap.”

Harry grinned. “I’ll have pepper-up for everyone when we’re done with McGonagall.” He promised.

Cedric waved his thanks and left.

Tom got up on unsteady feet. “Come on, we can nap on the couch. With clothes on.”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, might as well. No sense in changing just to change back in an hour.”

Tom hummed. “Ten extra minutes of sleep.” He muttered.
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