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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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Albus was down in the pub proper, enjoying his howler-free dinner, sure that he was out of danger of more howlers and free to eat as long as he was Polyjuiced as someone else, when an owl swooped in, clutching a smoking red envelope. He panicked when he saw how close it was to erupting. It looked like Severus’ owl, and in true Severus fashion, he had sent the letter with just enough time for it to be delivered before it exploded and started screaming at him for ignoring it.

The owl attacked his head as it dropped the letter into his food, then flew off with a screech, leaving Dumbledore trying to fix his mussed hair as the envelope burst into flames, the magically amplified voice bellowing at him.

“Albus!” Severus’ voice boomed through the pub, drawing every eye to Dumbledore, who cringed and tried to avoid everyone’s eyes. “How in the name of Merlin did you think I wouldn’t find out about your plans? You think to take my son, the ONLY THING I have left of Lily, from me?! How dare you even consider taking the last vestige of family I have left? You had better hope I never see your face again, because if you and I meet, I will make sure I am the LAST person you ever see! You have been warned, old man! Stay away from Harry, stay away from me, and stay away from ANYONE I come to consider as my family! From here on out, you are a sworn enemy of the Ancient and Noble House of Prince! So mote it be!”

Since the howler was afire, Albus couldn’t be sure, but it seemed to spark and shimmer a bit as it burned, though it could be a trick of the flames.

Albus was pretty sure that the magic took, though, whether he saw it or not.

He slumped in his chair.

Everyone was giving him dirty looks, some for interrupting their meal, and some for the plans that had come out, now that his cover was blown.

He vanished his ruined food and slunk up to his room, stomach growling in discontent with how little he had eaten. He couldn’t go back down after that.

*****

“Marcus is in contact with your twins again.” Tom remarked, drawing idle patterns on Harry’s side.

“Really?” Harry looked up at him. “Why?”

Tom smiled. “I may have told him about Dumbledore laying all those recording and surveillance charms over their new rooms.” He said lightly.

Harry laughed. “Oh, he is in so much trouble!” He said.

“Mm, you have no idea.” Tom agreed.

“I’m actually quite looking forward to meeting him in court. Does that make me bad?”

Tom looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Only if I am bad, as well.”

Harry gave him a flat look.

“Point taken.” Tom said.

Harry snorted. “Anyway, after we got back, Marcus and I wrote each other in the journal Dad gave him, ironing out any questions he had pertaining to what I told him, and we got everything straightened out.” He said.

“Did you tell him—”

“I told him everything.” Harry interrupted.

Tom looked at him in shock. “Everything?”

Harry nodded. “Everything Vernon did.”

“You didn’t tell him what you did, did you?” Tom asked.

“No, of course not! Just that the Dursleys have disappeared and we haven’t heard from them in a while.” Harry said, giving him an incredulous look. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

Tom grinned. “Not at all. Just a bit too honest for your own good, that’s all.” He said lightly.

Harry snorted. “Right.”

“It’s not a bad thing, just something to watch.” Tom said.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

Tom smiled. “Why?”

“So I can pretend you’re one of the good guys.”

Tom looked affronted. “I am one of the good guys!” He insisted.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. “Really?”

“Really!” Tom said. “Good is relative!”

“No, it’s not.” Harry said, laughing.

Tom frowned. “It could be.” He muttered.

“If the sky was orange.” Harry added.

“You are clearly colour-blind. It’s always been orange.” Tom said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry dissolved into giggles.

*****

Marcus sighed, resting his head against the paper he was working on. The list of Dumbledore’s crimes was, at this rate, going to be as long as his arm!

He had an equally long list of people he needed to subpoena, but luckily, they were all expecting it and were aware that the case could span a few—perhaps several—days.

He had no idea who the defence would call, and they needed to catch him first, but they knew where he was, for now, and were content to build up their case and bide their time. He could run, but no matter where he went, he would be found.

After all, Severus Prince knew all of his most trusted followers, and could find anyone he wished to, with enough time on his side.

Marcus sighed and opened up the correspondence book again. He read through his last conversation with Harrison, noting what questions he had ready for the trial, and the order in which he would ask them. If all went well, he wouldn’t need to answer the last few, but the rape was their insurance plan to make sure the charges stuck if nothing else would work.

The Weasley twins would be an easy way to cast aspersions on him possibly being interested in watching children in flagrante delicto, that might be enough without bringing up Harry’s past. After all, why else would he have put visual surveillance spells in the bedroom?

Right above the bed.

It was questionable at best, and with Tom's pensive evidence, there was no denying that the spells had been there, even if they didn’t record anything before being disabled.

The fact that they had existed at all was incriminating enough.

Marcus hummed and began writing up his questions for Sirius Black.

Those crimes were less heinous, but would still paint the man in a decidedly bad light. False imprisonment with no trial, and with full knowledge that Sirius was not the secret-keeper... It left a bad taste in Marcus' mouth, and he didn’t even know the man personally.

Dumbledore had to be put away.

He was just bad news all around.

*****

Valentine's Day dawned bright and sunny—though snow still covered the ground.

The cold weather notwithstanding, Harry was pleased with his gifts to and from Tom this year.

Tom still didn’t know what he was getting, though the note assured him his was coming—after dinner.

Harry had gotten The Gay Wizard's Kama Sutra, and he had blushed so fiercely! But it was interesting, and thankfully Severus had only watched him for a second before his gifts came.

Harry had noticed his cheeks pinking ever so slightly at the sight of Sirius' new owl carrying a ring box with the Black crest on it.

He had smiled and turned back to his food, knowing that it was a proposal.

At least one of the Prince men would be getting bonded soon.

His smile turned a bit wistful as he took the charm off of his own promise ring, realising he could now wear it proudly.

Theo had noticed his looks and saw him staring at his ring. “He proposed?!” He asked quietly, nodding down at the ring.

Harry’s wistful smile dimmed a bit and he shook his head. “It’s a promise of fidelity only.” He said back softly.

“Oh.” Theo whispered. “He will. He loves you. Anyone can see that.”

Harry snorted. “Oh, yes, he will.” He said firmly. “I just don’t know how long I’m going to have to work on him.”

Theo smiled. “Just don’t put out. He'll cave quickly.”

“Don’t have that option.” Harry muttered.

“Why not?”

Harry pointed to himself. “Dracken. Going to inherit within the next two years.”

Theo grinned. “Ah, that does complicate things.” He agreed.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Still, he'll properly propose sometime soon, I think.” Theo said.

Harry snorted. “He’s sure he’s not marriage material.”

Theo nodded. “And he’s probably not.” He agreed. “But eventually he’s going to realize that you are the exception to everything.”

“He’s everything I want in a husband.” Harry said.

“And you'll get him. Now eat. You have to face him first today.” Theo warned.

Harry chuckled and turned his attention to his breakfast.

*****

Harry got into class and grinned at Tom. “Page 96, eh?” He asked.

There had been a notation inside the front cover to check that page, and Harry had turned to it and been intrigued.

It was, of course, two wizards, one standing upright and the other being held upside-down, giving each other blow-jobs. Harry could tell by the smirk spreading across Tom's face that the man did, indeed, plan to use that position sometime soon.

“Mm.” Tom hummed an affirmative reply. “You need to find a way to come over to my Manor for a night over Easter break.” He purred as a few other students drifted in.

Harry laughed. “Oh, I will. I don’t want to miss that for the world.” He replied.

Tom chuckled. “No, I imagine you don't.” He agreed. “I do hope you finished your homework, despite your inevitable distractions over the past few days.”

Harry nodded.

He had done all his homework in Severus' rooms, as Marcus kept sending him questions pertaining to Harry's charges, and the Selwyn information. Harry was the best person to answer that, as Severus could only peruse the books for two hours every time Harry gave permission verbally and handed the book to him. It was a safeguard all family codices carried, so that an enemy—or someone once counted as friend that had lost that privilege—could not use the knowledge contained within against a family.

Even so, Harry had managed to do admirably on his DADA and Potions work, and had managed on the rest, though he had no idea how well he had done without his Hopefuls' valuable help.

He was glad Marcus seemed to have gotten all the information he needed for now.

“I think it's up to my usual standard, Sir.” Harry said, and Tom's eyes flared at the word. Harry bit back a smile. They would be playing with that, he knew.

“Good.” Tom said, hiding his reaction behind an impassive facade. “Take your seat, Harrison.”

Harry sat, looking attentive.

It was going to be an interesting day.

*****

Harry sat down in Potions and Severus walked over to stand beside his desk. “What did he get you that had you blushing so vibrantly, I wonder?” He drawled softly.

Harry shook his head. “Not telling you. You'll have to trust me when I say it will be used responsibly.” He said. “And I will talk to you when I said I would.”

Severus hummed. “Very well. Are you ready for today’s lesson?” He asked, heading to the front of the classroom.

“Yes, Dad.” Harry answered.

“Sir.” Severus corrected as he always did when Harry got informal in class.

“Yes, Sir, Dad, Sir!” Harry saluted.

Several Slytherins smothered laughs, the few Gryffindors in the class looked terrified, and Severus' eye twitched.

Harry counted his lucky stars when Severus just sighed, turned away, and began his explanation of today's assignment.

“You are lucky you made it this far alive, with the way you needle him.” Draco muttered.

Harry grinned widely. “I know. He should have killed me many times over by now. I must have Felix Felicis running through my veins.”

Draco snorted. “I will agree with that assessment.” He murmured as Severus spelled the instructions onto the board.
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