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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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“Tom’s on his way!” Harry called out to Severus before thundering up the stairs.

Severus sighed and went to the receiving room to meet the man.

Tom came through and frowned. “Not quite the welcoming party I was expecting. Where’s Harrison?”

“Getting something ready for you.” Severus said. “You should take him out today.” He said.

Tom smiled. “That was the plan. You’re not going to try and stop us, then?” He asked.

“Harry deserves a date, and I have no problems with him going out, provided he is safe. He will be safe with you, and under the circumstances that are in place now.” Severus said.

Tom frowned. “What circumstances?” He asked.

“I daresay you will see for yourself.” Severus said, leading the man out to the main hall. “Let’s wait here. You will get the full effect that way.”

Tom frowned. “Full effect? What on Earth are you talking about?”

“Wait.” Severus said.

Harry’s door was heard closing and the teen appeared at the top of the stairs, in Eileen’s old dark green dress, altered to fit him better and be more fashionable. His hair was held in place with a few clips, shaped like snakes, and his makeup was tastefully done.

Tom stared for long minutes, then let out a strangled, “Oh, Merlin!”

Severus chuckled as ‘Jeanette’ came down the stairs, a soft, shy smile apparent.

“Well?” Harry gave a little twirl. “What do you think?”

Tom turned to Severus. “I can guess that this was your idea. I may kill you for this.”

Severus snorted.

Harry looked confused. “Do you not like it?” He asked. “I can go change—”

“No, don’t do that!” Tom said hurriedly. “I do like it, a bit too much, if I’m honest. You look beautiful.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Thank you.”

Tom turned to Severus. “I’m taking him out. Right now. We have dinner reservations at seven, we can find things to do until then. Remember how to address me in public, my little Prince.”

Harry smiled and took his arm. “Yes, Marvolo, of course.” He said.

Tom smiled. “We will be back by eleven. I may take him for a short stroll when dinner is done, or we may stay and dance awhile, but he will not be out too late.”

Severus inclined his head. “That is fair. I will expect him no later than eleven, then.”

Tom gave him a nod, and they Disapparated.

They reappeared in a place Harry was unfamiliar with. “Where are we?” He asked.

“The only place to get proper Italian food.” Tom answered.

Harry caught snippets of conversation and realised he didn’t understand a word. “You took me to Italy?!” He asked.

Tom smiled. “Here.” He tapped Harry with his wand and words he understood reached his ears. “You should already know the translation spell, but Severus does not often leave the country, so it’s understandable that you haven’t had to learn it yet.”

Harry huffed. “What are we doing here?” He asked. “Not that I don’t like traveling, I never really got to go anywhere, but why here?”

“I thought you might like to see it. Italy is beautiful, really. Come, I’ll show you around. There is a place I want to take you, particularly as it holds great significance for Wizards and Witches.” He led Harry down a few streets and to a large church. “This is called the Pantheon. It was originally a temple to all of the old gods, before the Christians took it over and dedicated it to St. Mary and her martyrs. The Wizarding section is still in use, and is dedicated to the old ones.” He led Harry around to the back side and pointed at a wall. “The entrance is here.” He walked through, and Harry followed.

The entryway led to stairs down, and Harry went down, following Tom until they reached the bottom, where there were some other Wizarding folk, some looking around reverently, others bent in prayer or leaving offerings at the twelve altars set up in the area.

“Wow. This is really beautiful.” Harry said, looking around at the statues.

“Yes, it is.” Tom replied, voice also reverently hushed. “This is almost the last place on Earth where you can properly honour our gods. There are a few others, but this place is special for its rarity.” He began walking around, looking at the statues. “This was my patron god before I fell the first time. Mars, the god of war. And Minerva, goddess of war. As well as many other things.” He pointed to another. “Both of whom I failed. But my life has taken a turn for the better, now, and as such I have dedicated myself to different gods.”

“Who?” Harry asked.

Tom smiled. “Pluto, the god of the underworld, is my current patron god. Because I will be joining him this time around, willingly. Persephone is his wife, and so I am dedicated to her, as well.” He said, pointing out two more statues.

Harry smiled. “I’m glad you’re giving up immortality for me. I don’t want to have to fight you over this. If it’s not fully willing, it loses something of value.”

Tom sighed and nodded. “Which is why I am not putting up a fight. It means more if it is not a bone of contention between us.” He said. “But let me do it slowly.”

Harry smiled. “You have five hundred years.” He said evenly.

Tom hummed. “It will be enough.” He said.

Harry pulled him down into a deep kiss, which Tom accepted and returned with interest.

“For now…” Tom pulled something out of a pocket in his robe and laid it on the altar before Pluto. “I will come back here every time one of these is gone, and give them to him. As part of my promise.” The diary shimmered briefly, then disappeared.

Harry blinked in surprise as Tom smiled. “My offering has been accepted.” He said. “Come, we should make one more stop before our reservation.” He said, wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist and leading him out of the temple.

They walked for a bit, and Tom stopped before a fountain with an obelisk surrounded by some sculptures. “This area is the Piazza Navona.” He said, looking at the fountain for a bit, then moving on. “There is some beautiful artwork here, but most of it is for the mundanes. Not us.” He stopped in front of another fountain, and while it was beautiful, Harry could tell by his face that it was not what they were here for, either. “There is one fountain here, however, that our kind gravitate to, and pay homage to, still.” He stopped in front of one and looked at it, his look turning reverent. “It’s this one.” He said softly. “The fountain of Neptune. He is the guardian of all who live at sea, or venture into the water. I came and prayed for safe passage to Azkaban and back the day before we did the cleansing. I am here now to thank him for his protection.” He pulled out three galleons and tossed them into the fountain. “One for each of us.” He said. “The others I did not pray for, it is his will whether they lived or died. I have made it this far without them since my resurrection, and as for yours, well, a death at sea would still have been a death. Not very satisfying, and it does not send the same message, but the will of the gods is their choice, and we all must abide by it.” He said lightly.

Harry grinned. “I am looking forward to killing them, though.” He said happily.

Tom smiled at him fondly. “And so you shall.” He said warmly. “It will be wonderful to watch my followers learn to be wary of you. You will have to allow me my fun first, though.”

Harry nodded. “You can do whatever you want, just leave them alive. I just want to cast the final curse and watch the light leave their eyes.” He said.

Tom smiled. “You are so beautiful when you get bloodthirsty.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.” He said.

Tom wrapped an arm around his waist once more. “Come, we need to get to the restaurant.”

Harry let him lead him down several streets and into a side-street, and he shivered at the feeling of Wards. “What—”

“The Wizarding section proper. We can be ourselves here, and don’t need to worry about Muggles. The restaurant is this way, and I am only able to bring you because I claimed an ancient and well-respected vault, even here. Salazar Slytherin’s family was originally Italian.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

Tom gave him a flat look. “Salazar, love, think. It sounds Italian, surely you’ve noticed that.”

Harry shrugged. “Guess I never really thought of it before.” He said lightly.

Tom sighed in defeat. “Of course.” He said. They went into a restaurant.

“Reservations for two, Marvolo Slytherin.” Tom said to the host. He checked the list and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Your table is this way.”

The next Host in line took his place as he led them to a table in a private corner, where they were less likely to be heard or noticed overmuch. “I am Antonio, and I will be your host this evening.” He handed over menus and bowed. “I will return shortly.” He said, then left them.

“We should decide now what we are getting so we can pick a wine that goes well.” Tom murmured. “Are you in the mood for red meat tonight, or white?”

Harry frowned, looking over the menu. “I’m not sure. What do you suggest? I don’t usually eat Italian food.” He explained.

“Cannelloni is good. I think you’d like it.” Tom told him. “I think if you get that, I will be getting the beef carne pizzaiola they have.”

Harry nodded. “I trust you.” He said.

Tom smiled. “As well you should.” They set their menus down and the host showed back up.

“We’d like a red wine, something good and light, but not too strong for the little lady. She is a bit of a lightweight.” Tom said fondly.

Harry smiled and flushed.

“She will have the Cannelloni and I will have the beef carne pizzaiola.” He said, handing the menus back.

The host bowed. “I will be right back with your wine.” He said.

“So, what do you know of my childhood, since I know some of yours?” Tom asked.

Harry shrugged. “Not much. That you were already a maniac by sixth year. That’s about it, really.”

Tom winced. “A maniac?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “You’re much better now.” He assured the man.

“I like to think I am!” Tom said, offended.

Their wine came and Tom tried it, then deemed it suitable.

When the host left again, Tom sighed. “Well, my beginnings were less than auspicious. My mother was infatuated with a Muggle man by the name of—”

“Wait, I know this part!” Harry said happily. “Tom Riddle!”

Tom’s eye twitched, and Harry cleared his throat nervously. “Sorry, go on, I’m listening.”

Tom took a sip of his wine, then continued. “As I was saying, he was a Muggle. A rich Muggle. She watched him for years, probably, and when my uncle and grandfather were in prison at the same time, she took the opportunity and brewed a love potion.”

“Amortentia?” Harry asked, since Severus had mentioned it once to him in passing.

Tom nodded. “Yes, that very one.” He confirmed. Their food came, and they both ate for a while, then Tom paused long enough to continue. “There are those that say one conceived under the potion cannot feel love. This is untrue, it is simply harder for us.” He said, the truth of his words shining in his eyes as he looked at Harry. “I love you very deeply.” He added.

Harry flushed and smiled happily. “Love you, too.” He replied.

“Anyway, she let Riddle surface after she became pregnant, believing either that he would love her after so long, or that he would take pity on her and keep her as his wife due to her pregnancy, I know not which. It does not matter. He did not.” Tom said.

Harry winced.

“He cast her out, and she went to a convent, hoping I would be taken to a safe place, and died in childbirth, just after cursing me with his name.” Tom said. “I went to an orphanage. I was bullied, an outcast, and known as the ‘strange one’ by everyone there, even the adults that cared for us. I never truly fit in. Perhaps I was not supposed to.”

Harry shook his head. “You weren’t. You were meant for greater things.” He said.

Tom smiled thinly. “It is nice of you to say so.” He said.

“I know so!” Harry defended his statement. “There’s a prophecy in the Selwyn book listed as ‘partially fulfilled’ that just has to be about us! We’re going to do great things together!”

Tom hummed. “I will need to read it. Later. Anyway, I was always an outcast, and it was the same when I came to school, until I learned I was Salazar’s descendent. Then, I had power. Prestige. Respect. It was a heady feeling, and I may have let it all go to my head for a while. I got carried away, drunk on my own newfound power. I started looking into things that were Dark, believing that the way to power was through the Darker Arts. And it was. But I understand now that I went a bit too far. I’m going to undo my mistakes and take the Wizarding World the way I should have in the beginning. With finesse and charm.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I’m very glad to hear that.” He said.

Tom smiled back. “Finish your food, have as much wine as you want. I intend to dance with you and take you on a walk through the Piazza again before I bring you home, happy and worn out. We have a few hours yet.” He said.

Harry chuckled and focused on his meal.
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