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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 startled at the knock on his door. He opened it to find Severus there with a box in his hands.

“What’s that?” He asked, taking the box.

Severus smiled. “From the Dark Lord. Do your friends have cowled cloaks?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “All except Hermione.” He answered.

Severus hummed. “We can supply her with one.”

Harry went to grab his.

“Not yours. Only one of Prince blood can wear grandfather Septimius' cloak. It would choke anyone else, especially a Muggleborn, to death.” Severus said flatly. “No, you keep that one. I will lend her one of my mother's. One that is not spelled.” He told Harry, who nodded.

“Alright.” He went to his bed and opened the box as Severus left, closing the door behind him.

The cloak was beautiful, black as pitch and edged in silver silk, with a silver embroidered Slytherin crest on the right breast. Harry let out a shaky breath. It was soft and sumptuous. He put it on and hugged it to him. Under the robe was a note that read simply, “Congratulations, you are one of us now.”

He drew the hood up, and it peaked like a proper Death Eater's robe, making Harry smile proudly, but there was no mask to wear with it.

Harry assumed that would be fixed when he got to the meeting.

He grabbed his blank wand, left his room and went to get his friends. He stopped at the boys' room first and knocked.

There was a cry of, “We're naked!” heard before one of the twins, already in their cloak, opened the door, and whichever it was stopped short, then tilted their head. “Harry?” He asked.

Harry chuckled. “New robes from Tom. I’m apparently one of them now.”

Neville peeked around him, looking confused. “Define ‘one of them.’” He requested.

Harry dropped the hood and told them seriously, “I've killed. Well, to be fair, I’ve used all three Unforgivables.”

Neville’s eyes widened. “Your relatives?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

Neville gave him a nod in return. “Well, they deserved it.” He said firmly.

Harry smiled at him. “Thanks, Nev, for understanding.” He said.

“Ah, don’t mention it. I assume at some point we'll have to do the same.” He said.

Harry's brow cocked. “Um, honestly, I don’t know about that. If you plan to stay a Hopeful and never become a full Death Eater, you might not have to. Tom and I haven’t discussed that yet.” He said.

Neville looked surprised. “Oh. Then I suppose wait and see?”

“I'll discuss it with Tom tonight.” He said, turning to head for the girls’ room. “Oh!” He turned back. “And never, never call him Tom. I can get away with it because he wants into my pants very badly. You would die. If he likes you enough, he may give you permission to call him Marvolo, but unless he does, it’s the Dark Lord when talking about him, My Lord when addressing him. Don’t forget it, because he has a temper and I don’t exactly control his every move.” Harry added.

Neville licked his lips nervously and all three teens nodded.

“Good.” Harry knocked on the door to the room Hermione and Luna were using, and Luna opened it.

Hermione was wearing Eileen’s cowled cloak, and a nervous expression. “Um, Harry, Severus told me whose this was.” She said, fingering the edge of it, then whispered, “He also told me to keep it.”

Harry’s eyes widened, and he smiled. “Then either he likes you quite a bit, or he thinks she would have liked you.” He said.

Hermione smiled. “Alright. Then I shall wear it and try to do her proud.” She said.

Harry nodded. “That should do.” He said.

Hermione returned the nod, “In that case,”

Luna pulled up her cowl, then added, “We are ready.”

Harry smiled. “Good. Remember, only address him as My Lord if you have to address him directly, and the Dark Lord if speaking about him passively.” He told them.

Hermione nodded. “I am not foolish enough the tempt his wrath.” She said.

Harry nodded. “Alright. We leave in ten minutes. Come on, to the Floo.”

They headed to the receiving room and waited for Severus. He came into the room, dressed in full Death Eater garb, and grabbed the pot of Floo powder. “Harry first, then the rest of you. I will bring up the rear. Malfoy Manor.” He said.

Harry went through and Draco was waiting with the other Hopefuls. “Are they coming?” He asked.

Harry laughed. “Yes, just hang on.” George was next through, then Fred, and Draco beamed and rushed them.

“Ah, my love!” Fred dipped him and kissed him. “Did you miss us?”

“Terribly.” Draco answered.

“Don’t know how you're going to survive the summer.” Harry muttered, and Draco shot him a glare.

Neville came through next, and snorted when he saw Draco and George sharing a tender kiss. “Didn’t need to see that." He said.

Harry sighed. “Be glad you missed the first one, it was much more dramatic.” He told the other boy.

Hermione was next, looking around nervously. “You're sure they won’t kill me?” She asked Harry, standing very close to him.

Harry shrugged. “Well, Marvolo won't, unless he thinks you're trying to move in on his territory.”

Hermione took a step back.

Harry grinned. “I was joking. Probably. Either way, probably not the best idea to crowd me at these meetings.”

Hermione nodded. “Fair point.” She agreed.

Luna came through, and smiled widely. “It’s beautiful here.” She said.

Severus came through next. “Alright, new Hopefuls, cowls up. We need to go in. When the doors open again, you are to form a line and walk in, come up to the front where the Dark Lord and Harry will be. You will notice the other Hopefuls standing in front of them, facing the Death Eaters. You will stand in front of them, and when the Dark Lord commands it, you will remove the cowls so that they can see who you are. This is to avoid any mishaps. The Dark Lord does not tolerate friendly fire, and he may involve some or all of you in his plans at some point.” He instructed. He turned to the others. “Come, let's take our places so he can call the others.”

They walked into the ballroom, Severus taking his usual spot in the front of where the Death Eaters would gather, and the Hopefuls lining up in front of Tom, cowls down.

Harry, his hood up, strode to the front of the room and joined Tom on the dais and leaned in for a kiss.

Tom kissed him and then called Severus over.

Severus stepped up to him and held out his arm.

Tom called the others and the room filled with the sounds of Apparition as dark wizards and witches all over Britain dropped what they were doing and answered the call.

Once they were all there, Tom spoke. “My servants, we have good news today! Harrison has been busy, and has five new Hopefuls to add to our ranks.” He nodded to the Death Eater nearest the doors, and he opened them.

Harry watched proudly as his friends strode in, heads held high under the cowls, and lined up in front of the uncowled Hopefuls.

Tom smiled. “Remove the cowls.” He ordered.

The new Hopefuls, as if choreographed, reached up as one and pulled down the cowls, showing their faces.

There was muttering, and one Death Eater spoke up. “My Lord, but the Weasleys are blood traitors! How are we supposed to just accept them?”

Tom turned to Harry. //They are yours to defend, Harrison.// He told him in parseltongue.

Harry smiled. He pointed his wand at the Death Eater and cast a Crucio, happily listening to the screams.

“Listen up!” He said over the screams. “They are mine, and those two are courting Draco Malfoy! His father approves, and they are turning from their family to be here tonight, to be by my side. If you can’t trust them, I can kill you where you stand.” He lifted the spell, but kept his wand pointed at the crowd. “So, who wants to die?”

No one spoke, no one moved.

Tom smiled. “If there are no more complaints, we will move on to the next bit of news. Harrison, My Lovely Prince, has cast his Unforgivables, and I was there to witness his first kill. He performed beautifully, and has earned his place as a full Death Eater, and my true second. As you can see, I have gifted him his consort robes, similar to all of yours, but with touches to set him apart. Guard him as you guard me, and you will earn my favour. Let him fall in battle, and I will wipe your entire family line from existence.”

Some of the Death Eaters shifted uncomfortably, but no one spoke.

“He needs his mask. As usual, I wanted to gift him his in front of you all. The robes should make him recognizable, but just in case, you need to know his mask.” He waved his wand, and a beautiful silver mask took shape, with holes for his eyes to look out and a hole for his voice to come through.

Tom took the mask into his hand and held it out to Harry. “Congratulations, Harrison. With this, you become one of us. A comrade, but more than that, a leader. My second, and my consort.” He said.

“Thank you, Marvolo.” Harry took it and fitted it to his face, and it seemed to adhere to him, fixing itself in place as he moved his hand away from his face.

Tom smiled. “One final thing, there are some rules that need to be made known regarding the Hopefuls, now that their number has grown. Any orders for them must come directly from me to Harrison, who will tell his Hopefuls their task. Harry has final say, and has power of veto when it comes to them. If the one I ask for is not ready or able to carry out the task, Harry will tell me so, and must assign the task to another Hopeful, or himself, and tell me who will complete it. Also, if I ask for them to be present for a raid or similar event, they are to be there. They may stand apart from the festivities, but they will be present.” He smiled. “I believe that is all. Does anyone else have anything to add?”

Luna turned around. “My Lord, I need a private audience with you and your consort.” She said.

Tom looked surprised. “Alright, we can do that. Anything else?”

No one spoke up.

“Then we are done here. My faithful, you are dismissed.” Tom said, disbanding the meeting.

Apparition sounded all around, and soon only those that were leaving another way or lived there remained.

Tom looked at Luna. “Alright. We will retire to my guest room here to talk.”
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