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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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Harry headed out of class, Lavender walking beside him. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Lavender looked nervous. “I heard Neville and Hermione speaking about you, and it sounded like you were gaining a following? People already look up to you, but they were talking like you were more of a leader to them than just a friend.”

Harry hummed, but nodded. “I am a leader, in a few ways, but there is more to it than that. As you have probably noticed by now, I don’t support Dumbledore, and it goes farther than that. I actually do support the other side, but you can’t tell anyone. I trust you, or I wouldn’t be telling you this. But I believe you won’t spread tales or incite panic over my allegiances.”

Lavender nodded slowly. “I see.” She was silent until they had almost reached the Great Hall, then she took a deep breath. “I want to join your group.”

Harry looked hesitant, and Lavender gave him a pleading, hopeful look.

“Oh, please! I want to be useful, and the other side can’t be all bad if you’ve joined!” She added. “You’re not a bad person.”

Harry sighed. “I’ve killed, Lavender.” He said softly, almost whispering. “I tortured someone, I enjoyed it, I’m not at all a fluffy bunny. There is a darkness within me, and I do occasionally let it out to play. And if you join my group, there is a chance you will be asked to kill. We don’t join the Death Eaters for missions often, but I am Voldemort’s second. We do sometimes have missions. The group I lead is called the Hopefuls. It stands for ‘Hopeful Future Death Eaters,’ and Voldemort picks those whose skills he thinks he can use to serve him. You can refuse him, he won’t kill you for that, but you will still be asked to witness and do some bad things as a part of that group.”

Lavender was silent.

“I’ll give you a few days to think on it. Come to me after dinner on Friday and let me know if you still want to join. Consider it thoroughly, because if you do, there is no turning back.” Harry told her.

Lavender nodded. “Thank you for being honest. I’ll think about it carefully.” She said, and they separated and went to their tables to eat.

*****

“We should make Muggle studies mandatory for Purebloods for the first three years, too!” Hermione blurted as soon as Harry opened the door for her.

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Hermione, you may come in and discuss classes with us.” He said, stepping aside and letting her into Tom’s office, where they had decided to meet since he was still getting students coming to make suggestions every fifteen minutes. They’d move to Tom’s rooms if they had more to discuss at curfew. For now, the Founder’s heirs had special dispensation to be out late.

Severus hated it.

Hermione blushed and came in, and Tom conjured her a comfortable chair.

“I hear you, and that is actually a good idea.” The man said evenly. “I was thinking of it, I just didn’t see the point of it. Elaborate on why we should.” Tom requested.

Hermione bristled. “Well, why not?! Assimilation is a two-way street, if we need to learn a whole new way of life, they should know what we are leaving behind; all the modern conveniences we will have to live without. It’s a lot to leave behind and a lot of change for what would otherwise be very little reward. It’s not very fair to ask us to learn about their ways when they don’t know the sacrifices we are making.”

Tom frowned. “Sacrifices?” He echoed blankly. He didn’t remember the Muggle way of life very fondly, and they hadn’t seemed to have much more than Wizards did.

Hermione’s eyes widened and she nodded. “Right, you don’t know about computers, you left the Muggle world before they were a thing! Let me explain some things…”

Tom smiled and listened as Hermione explained all about Windows 95 and the devices that ran it. His smile slowly faded, and his eyes widened as he realized how woefully out-of-date Muggle Studies even was at this point.

There was so much work to be done…

*****

“I found us a new history teacher!” Harry announced, shoving a letter in Tom’s face.

Tom took it with a sigh. “Alright, who is it?” He looked at the signature. “Remus Lupin. Really?” He looked up and met Harry’s eyes. “Your honorary Godfather?”

Harry’s hopeful smile dimmed a bit. “Why not?” He asked.

“We will have him write up lesson plans, but we need to get inside the Ministry and overturn some laws before he can legally work here. Or at all, for that matter.” Tom said. “Which means we need someone other than Lucius to teach Pureblood etiquette. Lucius needs to work the Ministry for us.”

Harry nodded. “Dad?” He suggested.

“Your father will need to teach Alchemy and Potions for a few years, we can’t pile even more work on him. Besides, he doesn’t know the material well enough, he was Muggle-raised. Bulstrode?” Tom mused.

“What, Millicent?!” Harry burst out incredulously.

“No, you idiot!” Tom snapped. “Her father.”

Harry flushed. “Oh. Right.” He mumbled.

“It could work. He trained her very well, she knows and follows her duties to the letter and has a good grasp of manners and protocol.” Tom said.

“Yeah, she does. He’s harsh, though, she’s said.” Harry pointed out.

Tom smirked. “And perhaps harsh is something the Muggleborns need from this lesson. Some of them don’t have years to learn this material, and I will expect them to apply themselves properly.” He leaned in and kissed Harry. “I expect them to learn.”

There was the sound of a throat clearing from the doorway, and Harry whipped around, blushing.

McGonagall was standing there, smiling. “Just remember my one rule, Marvolo.” She said.

Tom chuckled. “As you can see, I was kissing him, and he was in no way spread out on my desk in flagrante delicto, so I think we are holding to them fine.”

Harry’s face flamed, and he choked.

Tom patted his back with a wide smile. “That was her one rule, love. No sex on my desk.”

Harry groaned and covered his face with both hands as McGonagall laughed.

“I hate you both, you perverts!” He said, voice muffled.

McGonagall sobered and looked at Tom. “We have two weeks to find a suitable History teacher. Cuthbert has agreed to move on, and has given us a time limit.” She said.

Harry frowned. “Sirius?” He suggested.

Tom sighed. “If he uses Remus’ notes, yes, he will suffice in the interim, I suppose.”

“Awesome! I’ll let them know!” Harry happily rushed off to write his Godfathers and tell them the news—good and neutral.

At least none of it was negative. One just had to be put off for a while until it was feasible.

*****

“Marcus wants to talk to you about some of Albus’ deeds. He saved you for last as I told him yours would be the worst.” Severus warned. “You will be coming to Hogsmeade with me next weekend, and you are to stay close. This is not an official trip, and since you are grounded still, we will be meeting with him and coming straight back.”

Harry pouted. “Alright.” He said heavily.

“Are you ready for the news about you to become public?” Severus asked.

Harry nibbled at his lip. “I’d like to avoid it if we can.” He said.

Severus nodded. “We may be able to, Marcus has quite a long list of his misdeeds already, but he needs all the information in case it looks like the Wizengamot is wavering. They may need an extra push to convict a man that has so many of them in his pocket and on his side. We need to make sure he has all the tools he needs to put Dumbledore away.”

“I get that. I’ll tell him, but I am going to ask that he only tell that if he needs to. We can always let it come out later, if we keep it in reserve.” Harry said.

“That much is true. Now you may go. I am expecting your Dogfather over tonight.” Severus said, cheeks pinking only slightly.

“Ooh, hot date?” Harry teased.

Severus scoffed at the term. “Go.” He said firmly.

Harry left, laughing.

*****

Albus was furious, but he had friends in places both high and low, and had procured a vial of a potion he was going to find a way to dose Harry with eventually, and hopefully at least one of the other heirs, as well.

It was a slow-acting poison there was no way to gain immunity to, and anyone who ingested it was beyond help, because there was no antidote either. It was hard to brew, contained many expensive ingredients, and the fumes alone were deadly, but Albus only needed the single vial, and one dead potion-maker was a small price to pay for it.

Really, if Mundungus Fletcher couldn’t cast a proper bubble-head, he was of little use to Albus, anyway.

Now all he needed was for Harry to come into the Hog’s Head so he could get the poison into his drink. He was posing as a server there, thanks to some store-bought Polyjuice, and was biding his time, keeping the woman he was impersonating in stasis until he had enacted his plan.

He knew Harry would show up eventually. He and Severus had come here several times over the past two years, meeting with an unknown man, according to Aberforth.

All he needed to do was be patient.

His time would come.

*****

Harry handed out the last charm bracelet he had gotten and made a mental note to buy more of them, along with all the pertinent charms for any future Hopefuls. But everyone in his group was now protected, and any new ones (perhaps Lavender?) would just have to wait until his grounding was over.

Speaking of her…

Harry turned to the girl in question as she drew even with him, and she softly told him, “I talked to Hermione as much as she was able. I’m in.”

Harry stopped short, turning to her in surprise. “You’re sure?” He asked.

Lavender smiled. “It was Ron and Ginny, wasn’t it? They deserved it. I back you over them any day.”

Harry took out a ring, keyed it to her, and handed it over. “You’ll be able to talk to Hermione, Neville and the twins in Gryffindor about duties, Hermione is my second among the rest of the school, you report to her. If Draco approaches you, also defer to him. He is my second among the Slytherins, because they will only be satisfied with reporting to one of their own.”

Lavender frowned. “But I can also report directly to you, right?” She asked.

Harry smiled. “If I am available, yes, of course. But in the event I am not, or the information is time-sensitive or of great import, go to one of the other two. They will seek me out, and know my habits best. Also, it’s not really important now, but there is the matter of guard duty. The main reason was Dumbledore, I don’t know if Hermione is going to keep running it, but Draco has told me the Slytherins are not stopping, and will continue reporting directly to my consort. Also, Voldemort is in the school. He’s Professor Riddle. You know him, he’s stable now, don’t freak out.”

Lavender swallowed, eyes wide. “I’m not freaking out!” She said a bit breathlessly. “But… I never imagined You-Know-Who being so hot!”

Harry smiled. “Best call him the Dark Lord in front of him or other Hopefuls, he hates that other term. If he likes you, he will let you call him Marvolo.” Harry met her eyes sternly. “Don’t call him Tom. Only I can get away with that, and it’s because he wants into my pants very badly. He’ll kill anyone else that calls him that, and I do not mean that figuratively.”

Lavender nodded. “Noted.”

“Other than that, gather information for me; you’re known as a gossip, so use that reputation to our advantage, I have Pansy doing the same. Luna may approach you, take her seriously. She has strange ways, but she knows things, and is in Ravenclaw for a reason, and not just because she is the heir. But above all, don’t strain yourself. Just do what you can, come if I call, be prepared for me to ask things that might push you out of your comfort zone. I will never ask more than I think you can handle. If I am, let me know. I can listen. Tom shouldn’t address you directly, but if he does, listen. And don’t backtalk him. Come to me if you have a disagreement, I can voice it to him without suffering death or dismemberment.”

Lavender laughed. “Is that all?”

“That’s it.” Harry laughed with her. “It sounds like a lot, but most of it has had a year to build up, it can a bit of an information dump all at once like that.”

Lavender nodded. “I will go to Hermione for reminders if I forget, don’t worry about me.”

Harry nodded. “I appreciate that.” He said. “Let’s go get dinner now.”

They walked into the Great Hall together.

Harry went and sat at the Slytherin table and turned to Draco. “Lavender Brown just joined the ranks.”

Draco stared at him for long, tense, silent moments, then shrugged. “If you think she can handle it.”

Harry smiled. “She can. Be nice to her.”

Draco smirked. “If she wants nice, she just joined the wrong team.”

Harry chuckled. “Keep in mind, she has as firm a handle on the rumour mill as Pansy does. If you can’t be civil to her, I’ll give her free reign to start a few little titbits circulating that will make life very uncomfortable for you.”

Draco winced. “Play nice with Brown, got it.” He said.
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