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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 looked up and leaned up a few inches to kiss Tom deeply. “I don’t fear you.” He whispered. “You won’t hurt me.” He added.

Tom smiled. “I certainly don’t plan to.” He agreed, and kissed Harry again.

Dudley made a fake gagging noise. “Gross! You’re a couple of filthy little faggots!” He shouted.

Tom growled.

Harry broke the kiss and sighed. “And this is part of why he has to die.” He muttered.

“Quite.” Tom agreed.

Severus smirked. “Mine first, though. Harry, give the second vial to your aunt, please.”

Harry walked up to the cell and Petunia looked resigned. “Will it be as bad for me?” She asked as Harry walked in.

Harry shook his head. “You didn’t beat me or do anything else like he did. The potion will punish you for your acts, not his.” He told her, then brought the vial to her lips.

She obediently drank it down, tears in her eyes.

As Harry left the cell, she started crying. After a few minutes, she cried out, “I just want you to love me! Why don’t you love me?!”

Harry took a deep breath and battled back his pain at that.

That’s all he’d ever wanted, and never got from them.

After a few more minutes, her head jerked to the side and she yelped.

Harry winced. “Oh, yeah. The frying pan.” He said softly.

Severus shot him a startled look. “She hit you with a frying pan?!” He snarled.

Harry nodded. “Only once. She mostly yelled at me.”

“That’s still one time too many.” Severus said firmly. “And yelling is verbal abuse. You did not deserve it. It can damage your ability to feel and understand emotions, especially complex ones. Besides that, it’s a wonder you turned out as kind-hearted and able to love as you are. I’m glad you retained it, coming from such a dark place.”

Harry shrugged. He’d been used to worse by that time than verbal abuse.

The begging for affection became more intermittent as the potion drew to an end, and for the last few minutes, she was yelling, “I’m not useless! I’m not! There are people who love me!” Through her sobs.

Severus drew Harry close to him and Harry cuddled into his warmth. “I love you.” He assured Harry. “And I don’t just hand those words out for fun.”

Harry smiled. “I know. Love you, too.”

As the potion eased off, Petunia sniffled and looked at Harry through red, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “So sorry.”

Harry just looked at her and sighed. “Yes, you are a sorry excuse for a human being.” He told her. “But it’s okay, you’ll stop being so horrible to everyone you’ve wronged now. You’ll stop being anything to anyone.” He said, then looked at Severus. “Alright, that’s all I wanted to say to her. Your turn.”

Severus nodded. He walked into the cell, drawing his wand. “You’re a lucky woman, Tuney.” He said conversationally as she hung her head in defeat. “I’m not quite as inventive as My Illustrious Lord happens to be, so your end will be swifter. You still have to pay for what you did, but you were the kindest to Harry, so your payment will take a shorter time. And you will suffer less.” He told her.

Petunia swallowed, then whispered. “Thank you for that, at least.”

Severus smiled. “You’re very welcome. Shall we begin?” He asked.

Petunia nodded in resignation. She knew there was no escape, and she was prepared to see exactly why Lily had parted ways with the man when she was younger. She couldn’t fight it.

Severus conjured a pan. “This might be ugly, Harrison. You don’t have to watch it all.”

Harry nodded and sat on the floor, taking the bag of malted milk balls he had brought along out of his pocket. He popped one into his mouth and let it melt slowly, as he watched Severus draw back the heavy-looking cast iron pan and swing it, connecting with her head with a sickening crunch and a scream from the woman. He drew it back again and hit her on the other side. She screamed again and dropped to the floor.

Severus tilted her face up and looked into her eyes. “Hm.” He cast Lumos and examined them closer. “That’s a rather nasty concussion. Here, let’s fix it so you can properly enjoy this.” He healed her head, then helped her stand. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked.

Petunia whimpered.

“Now, for not loving a child you were entrusted with, you will get to feel your heart withering away. I will put it to rights after, but it will hurt.” Severus warned before casting a curse that sounded like it was to shrink a heart.

Tom sat beside Harry. “That’s a medical spell, believe it or not.” He told Harry. “Potion Masters get some medical training. That’s used to heal an enlarged heart. Severus knows the counter for if it goes too far, but he might cast it incorrectly. He has had trouble with that one in the past.”

Harry hummed. “Malt ball?” He offered the bag to Tom.

Tom sighed. “Not my favourite, but why not? Thank you, darling.” He took one, and Harry smiled.

“Severus says I’m not to spoil dinner, but he let me spoil lunch with the Easter basket he made for me. I’ve never had one before. I did get a little nauseous.” Harry told him.

Tom smiled. “Neither have I. Did you know Drackens can become pregnant? So can particularly gifted wizards. Those without enough power need a potion, but we won’t. It will happen naturally for us. And our children will get magnificent Easter baskets each year. Until they tell us to stop giving them.” He promised.

Harry beamed at him. “Good. They’ll be very happy, I think.”

“I certainly hope so.” Tom agreed. “I will do my best to spoil them.”

“When are we going to have children?” Harry asked, as Petunia screamed. He looked over to see her body contorting in unnatural ways, and snorted.

Tom hummed. “Well, not until you are out of school. You can take Contraceptus until then, it works on Drackens. Most creatures, in fact, but not living vampires and incubi.” He said.

Harry looked surprised. “Incubi? They’re real?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, incubi and succubae exist. They are rare, but real. Living vampires are even more rare, but vampires do occasionally become pregnant. The only other way to get a living vampire is by a ritual, but it usually fails due to improper casting.” He said. “It’s very particular.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, but Severus and I will teach you so much about the Dark aspects of our world. We will enjoy it, and you will be very well-rounded by the time you are of age.” Tom said proudly.

Harry grinned. “I’m looking forward to that. Did you know that my aura is already changing? I saw it in an aura mirror, and it’s swirled through with green now.”

Tom nodded. “Yes, that is not surprising. Once you cast the killing curse, it will begin to turn black around your hands. Are you hiding it?”

“Learning to make it look light, actually. I was hiding it for a while, but this way doesn’t raise as much suspicion.” Harry answered.

Tom looked impressed. “That is hard to do.”

“The Selwyns have a knack for it.” Harry said.

“Ah, yes.” Tom agreed. “I remember hearing something about that. You are lucky to be of that bloodline. They had many useful skills, some of which were family secrets. I suspect you could learn a lot from some of the books they held.”

Harry nodded. “They’re in the Selwyn vault, and I’m going to go through them all eventually.”

“Well, you certainly have a long enough lifespan to do so.” Tom told him, amused.

Harry looked over as Petunia let out a scream and saw Severus watching her. He looked over and explained, “Blood-boiling curse. It will get worse, but I will take it off once she is insane.”

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

Her screams rose in pitch until she stopped screaming and began whimpering instead.

Severus cancelled the curse. “Petunia?”

She looked up at him. “Snape. You’ve gotten old.” She said.

Severus smirked. “And you’ve gone insane. Wonderful.”

He cast a few more curses, then looked at Harry. “Are you ready for your turn?” He asked.

Harry stood and nodded.

“Alright. Avada Kedavra.” He killed her and sighed. “There. Your turn, Harrison.”

Harry walked up to the last cell and walked in. “Are you going to take this without a fight, Dudders, or do I have to curse you, too?”

Dudley scowled. “I’ll take it, faggot. Just don’t do anything nasty to me.” He sneered.

Harry looked unimpressed, and held the vial to his lips.

Dudley drank it and began shouting every once in a while, wincing and pleading for it to stop.

Harry watched him arch and cry as he felt his own punches and kicks raining down on him. He covered his face and curled into a ball, then flipped onto his back to shield himself from the Smeltings stick as it began to hit him. It didn’t work, of course, and Harry watched in grim satisfaction as he yelped and howled as he felt the many times he had made Harry’s back bleed from his blows.

When the potion finally wore off, Dudley was sobbing, trembling and obviously still feeling residual pain.

“Get up, you fat fuck. Face your death like a man.” Harry told him.

Dudley got up and spat at Harry.

Harry wiped the spittle off his face and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you deserve this.” He said softly, and cast the crushing curse.

Dudley screamed, a high-pitched sound, as he compressed, and bones snapped. It didn’t kill him, Harry wasn’t enraged or terrified enough for that, but it sounded very painful, all the same. Harry let up on the curse and cast his first Crucio, the sounds of Dudley’s tormented screams echoing in his ears.

After about five minutes he let up on the spell and kicked Dudley. “You probably can’t get up, so I won't ask you to stand, but you will kiss my shoes and thank me for ending your pitiful existence.” He stepped closer until his shoes were close enough for Dudley to reach. “Kiss them, and I'll kill you quickly.” He ordered.

Dudley whimpered and kissed his shoes. “Thank you.” He whispered.

Harry smiled. “Avada Kedavra!”

A weak dribble of green came from his wand.

Harry frowned.

Severus and Tom chuckled.

“It's a tricky one, Harry. Call up all the anger you've ever felt and pour it into the spell.” Severus suggested.

Harry called up every ounce of anger he had felt for Dudley and tried again. “Avada Kedavra!”

A beam of green hit Dudley, and he screamed, but didn’t die.

“Try every negative emotion you've ever felt. It might be harder for someone like you, with so much love to give.” Tom told him.

“Do it, you fucking faggot! Piece of shit!” Dudley screamed.

That did it.

Harry cast the curse once more, and the green beam of death hit Dudley, and he fell silent, unmistakably dead.

Harry smiled. “I did it!”

“Well done, my beautiful Prince! I’m so proud of you!” Tom said, coming into the cell and hugging him.

“Lovely work, Harrison. Good job.” Severus said.

“Now what?” Harry asked.

“Now we find out if your father will permit you a glass of wine for celebration. Well, Severus?” Tom asked.

Severus hummed. “I suppose one will not hurt. Where to, My Lord?”

Tom smiled. “First, the grand tour, and then we will retire to my study for a drink.” He led them out of the dungeon, calling an elf and telling it to take care of the bodies, and they came out into a hallway. “The dining room is this way,” He led them to the room, done in dark woods and wine reds. “The kitchen is through that door, but it is the elves' domain, I don’t go in there.” He led them out and down a hallway. “There's a parlour there, a guest room there, which Wormtail is using, and another parlour there. A bathroom is through that door, and the last one down here is my study.”

He led them up the opulently-decorated stairs and down the hall. “Two more parlours, three guest rooms, and this is your room.” He said to Harry, opening the door.

The room was decorated in gold and green, had large windows on one wall, and a huge fireplace. Harry smiled. “I like it.” He said.

“Check the bed, make sure it is soft enough.” Tom told him.

Harry walked over and laid on it, sinking in. He sighed happily. “It's like a cloud. It’s wonderful.”

Tom smiled. “Good. Hopefully it will make you want to visit more often.” He said, amused.

Harry laughed. “Maybe.”

Tom beckoned him back over and they continued, passing Mulciber.

“These two are the parlours that separate our rooms,” Tom pointed at the doors across the hall, “A bathroom and a sunroom are that way.”

Harry perked up. “Can I see it?” He asked excitedly.

“Certainly.” Tom said, surprised.

Harry went in and smiled widely. The whole wall was windows and the room was brightly lit. There were chaises and a few couches, and Harry turned to beam at Tom. “I love this!” He said happily.

Tom chuckled. “Good. Come on. My bedroom is here,” He leaned in and whispered to Harry, “You are welcome to come in here anytime.”

Severus gave him a hard look. “You are not to come in here, Harry.” He said sternly.

Harry smiled innocently. “I won't.” He said, crossing his fingers so that Severus couldn’t see.

“I have a bathroom and walk-in closet, and that door is my office, which is full of dangerous artefacts from Salazar's vault, so don't ever go in there.” He warned, pointing at the door at the end of the hall.

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

Tom led them back downstairs and to the study and poured them each a glass of wine. “And now, we celebrate.” He said, handing one to Harry and one to Severus. He took the armchair closest to the fire and got comfortable.

Harry took a sip of wine. For once, he felt very much like an adult. It was a nice change.
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