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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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“Dumbledore’s Dastardly Design

My readers, I received a letter today that came from Hogwarts last night, from Tom Riddle, formerly known as Thomas Harding, the newly-revealed Lord Slytherin, that was written in blood on parchment soaked in Veritaserum.

As some of you know, this method of writing is used—rarely, for good reason—when the person is trying to verify both identity and truth without doubt. The blood I tested myself, and it came from the current Lord Slytherin for certain, and the parchment being permeated with truth serum means that his words were completely true, or they would have slid right off the parchment.

He wrote to tell me that Dumbledore, the previous Headmaster of Hogwarts, had a plan for our little saviour that shocked me—and might horrify you all as much as it did me.

He was training Harry to be a weapon against You-Know-Who—something fully-trained Aurors balk at—and to do whatever it took to defeat him.

Even if it means dying himself, by You-Know-Who's hand.

I will give you the explanation Tom gave me, and we will see what you make of it.

‘He claimed that there was something inside my Harrison that was keeping [redacted] alive, keeping him immortal. For him to die, truly die, my Harrison had to die first. As you probably imagine, I simply cannot let that happen! I will find another way, because I can't lose my Harrison, and there is always another path open to us, if we but search hard enough. I will find our alternate path.’

You read that right, folks! He has no problem using the name, much like Harry and Dumbledore both do, and has vowed to find a way to keep Harry alive, no matter how much work needs to be put into searching for one!

I hope we all manage to find love that strong in our lives!

I wish both Tom and Harry the best of luck, and long and happy lives!

May they both be kept safe, from You-Know-who, and also from Dumbledore's deadly schemes.

Rita Skeeter"

Harry put down his paper, cast a silencing charm on himself, then buried his head in his arms.

Draco frowned as his shoulders began shaking violently.

“Are you alright?” He asked, worried. “I thought it was very well-done, and not something to cry over.”

Harry raised his head, and Draco and the rest of the Hopefuls that could see him smiled.

He was laughing uproariously; he just didn’t want the rest of the Great Hall to witness his hilarity.

Understandable, as he was laughing until tears rolled down his face.

Draco frowned. “Oh, it’s not that funny.” He said.

Harry motioned to his throat, and Draco smirked.

“Actually, I think I'll leave you like that, My Prince.” He said lightly. “After all, you silenced yourself.”

Harry pointed his wand at Draco, who yelped and jumped out of his seat as a stinging hex hit his hand. Apparently, there were some things Harry could cast non-verbally.

Draco took off the silencing charm and Harry sobered fully. “No, this is great!” He said happily. “Can you imagine how many people are going to hate him after this? He wanted to sacrifice the child that saved them all!” He chuckled. “He is going to be the scum of the Earth for quite some time, to a lot of people.”

A slow smirk spread across Draco's face. “That’s true.” He realized. “Oh, to be a fly on the wall of wherever he is living now.”

*****

Dumbledore groaned as another howler burst into flames and started yelling at him. He had waited too long to open it, but the last two were still going.

Yet another screaming voice was added to the cacophony of noise in his—thankfully silenced—room at the Hog's Head.

There were several, sometimes overlapping, mentions of Harry's name, a few times Lord Slytherin was mentioned, and each howler contained the words “you should be ashamed of yourself,” or some variation of the phrase, at one point at least.

He groaned as another two bright red, smoking envelopes were dropped onto the small table he was sitting at.

The shouting wouldn’t end any time soon.

*****

Minerva looked up as the door to her new office opened and Sirius Black and Remus Lupin charged in. She smiled. “Sirius! Just the man I needed to see. Sit, please.” She indicated the chair in front of her desk.

Sirius sat, still looking agitated. “Where is Dumbledore?” He growled, grip on his wand tightening.

Minerva snorted. “I’m sure I don’t know.” She said lightly. “Have you received my letter?”

Sirius blinked. “Er, yeah, I got it. If you don’t know where he is, how am I supposed to kill him for wanting Harry dead?” He snapped.

Minerva smiled thinly. “You aren't supposed to, that is quite the point. His death will be The Dark Lord and Severus and, perhaps, Harry's responsibilities. Might I suggest you vent your anger via a Howler?” She asked. Then she added, “And will you be taking up the History post? And Remus, could you draw up the lesson plans for him? I don’t need to inform you that when we overturn the abominable Werewolf laws, we would prefer you teach History. Sirius could be better used elsewhere, I’m sure.”

Sirius sighed and rubbed at his face. “Yeah, sure, fine. Can I teach whatever I want?” He asked.

Minerva snorted. “As long as it is History, accurate, and follows the lesson plans Remus draws up before you elaborate on your personal glory days with your merry band of miscreants. Cover the important events of the last three centuries first. Then, you may elaborate on the finer points of whatever you want, but do cover History before personal history, as interested as the students would no doubt be.” She said wryly.

Sirius grinned and sat up straighter. “Yes, Ma’am!”

“You may call me Minerva, as I told you when you joined the order. I don’t need formality with my colleagues.” She said fondly.

“So, now that we’ve got that straightened out…” Sirius began.

Minerva laughed. “Go, compose your Howlers to Albus.” She said, waving toward the door.

Both of them went to leave and as they reached the door, she called out, “Boys?”

They turned to see her smiling viciously.

“Do make them good and long.” She said, voice dripping with satisfaction at the thought.

Sirius and Remus shared a grin before Remus turned to face her, eyes flashing amber. “We intend to.” He confirmed.

*****

Albus’ ears were still faintly ringing, but the howlers had stopped a half-hour ago. The last one had gone on for a full ten minutes as a woman with the shrillest voice Albus had ever had the displeasure of hearing had berated him for “putting that sweet little boy at risk, and worse, you wanted him dead! What kind of sick and depraved man are you?! I am appalled at the thought of you being near those children, and mortified that my Ministry has allowed such a thing to go on! Fudge will be receiving my next howler; you can be sure of that!”

Albus groaned and ordered room service, just in case another howler came while he was eating. The article had all but destroyed his public image, he didn’t need witnesses to the ensuing shame being heaped upon him by enraged citizens.

When his food came, he ate slowly, pondering how he was going to fix this. He had taken blows before, this was nothing new, but this one, after losing his position of power in the school, and last year, in the Ministry, hurt more than the others had.

He had very little left to lose, and he wanted—no, needed—to cling to what remaining power he possessed. It was the only scrap of prestige left to his name right now, but he knew he could gain it all back, given time and just a bit of luck.

If his luck would return to him, that was.

His heart sank as she saw another bird alighting on his window, a smoking red envelope tied to its leg.

He sighed in resignation and let in.

He broke the seal and winced as Sirius’ voice rang out in the silence of the room.

“Albus too-many-damn-names Dumbledore! I am disgusted with you, not to mention shocked, appalled, and, oh, yes, horrified at your plan to take away the only part of James and Lily I have left! I know he isn’t a Potter by blood, but he had James’ love and loyalty, and that is more than enough for me to see him as part of James, all the same! And you! You wanted to deprive me, deprive the world, of the chance to see him grow, to see him laugh and love and live! I will walk that boy down the aisle one day and give him away, I will see him hold his first child, and I will watch him become a man the same way his father did the first year of his life! He will have his ups and downs, but more than that, he will have the life that his parents never got! Because James was his father as much as Severus is, and you let Peter take that love away from him before he had a chance to even know it! No more, old man! It ends here and now! You have done too much I can’t forgive, and if I knew where you were, no power on Earth would spare your worthless hide from my wrath! Be grateful for wherever you are hiding, because the walls surrounding you are the only thing keeping you alive! If you ever come near my Godson again, all the fires and fury of hell will rain down upon you! Also, as of this moment, you are a sworn enemy of The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. So mote it be!”

Albus paled as the missive glowed and sparkled for a second before blowing a raspberry at him and tearing itself up.

He had lost the most powerful family in Britain as his ally.

He wanted to cry.

Before he could, however, a second bird appeared.

He sighed and broke the next seal.

He closed his eyes as Remus’ voice began its own tirade against him.

“Albus Dumbledore, how dare you put Harry in danger like that! That boy is like a son to me, and no one messes with a Werewolf’s child, adopted or otherwise! I could kill you for even thinking of sending him out to fight You-Know-Who, and if I hear that you’ve been anywhere near him ever again, Merlin himself won’t be able to save your worthless hide! You’d better stay away from my cub, or I will come after you, and trust me, I don’t need the full moon to be vicious, that is always in me, right below th surface! I can call on that at any time!”

Albus paled at the thought.

“You’d best leave Harry alone, and keep your plans and machinations away from my family and my Pack, or you won’t like the consequences!” The howler blew another raspberry at him and tore itself up.

Albus sighed heavily, hoping that was the last one he’d receive that day.
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