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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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“Harrison, please stay behind.” Severus called just as class was winding down.

Harry frowned, but put his things away more slowly.

As the last student left, Severus closed the door and cast a privacy ward for good measure.

“I have some news. I…” He sighed. “I’m going to be a father again, it seems.”

Harry brightened. “I’m going to get a sibling?! That’s great!” He eyed Severus. “How far along are you?”

Severus huffed out a breath. “It’s not me, actually. It’s your idiotic Dogfather.”

Harry’s brow rose. “Really? I thought you said he wasn’t strong enough to—”

“Obviously, I was wrong!” Severus snapped, then rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “Sorry. I just found out last night, and… I am stressed.”

“Understandable, given the circumstances. When should I expect the baby to come?” Harry asked eagerly.

“September. Mid to late.”

Harry did some quick math, and grinned. “The first time?” He asked, choking back the laugh that wanted to escape.

“Trust me, I did consider maiming Black. But it is bad form to maim one’s future spouse, so I reconsidered.” He said wryly.

Harry did laugh at that. “So, were you both wishing, or...?”

“In this case, the wishes of the Bearer take precedence. It is easier to do when both parties are in accord, but clearly he did not need my help!” Severus snapped.

Harry snorted. “Well, he couldn’t have done it without you.” He shot back.

“He could have.” Severus denied. “And if Remus had come from an older family, he likely would have. He wanted a Pureblooded—or as good as—heir. Which is part of why he waited. The Lupin family are not well-known, and furthermore, Remus, as much as he loved Sirius, was surprisingly resistant to having a child of his own blood. Any reticence he felt was enough to counteract Sirius' longing for family. I have proven my tendency toward healthy, strong children, and I had no hang-ups about having another—in time, once I was ready.”

“Well, I’m happy for you both.” Harry said cheerfully. “Luna will be, too.”

“Do not tell her!” Severus snapped.

Harry grinned. “I won’t.” He said. “Besides, I’m sure she already knows.”

Severus growled. “Most likely.” He reluctantly agreed. He wrote Harry a note and handed it over, telling him, “Don’t get used to this.”

“Perish the thought!” Harry said brightly, heading to his next class.

*****

“Here!” Harry placed Grace in Tom's arms.

Tom looked awkward, holding her stiffly. “And what do I do with this?” He asked.

Fred snorted. “Hold her and marvel at how beautiful she is.” He answered, handing Faith to Harry.

Harry grinned. “You have to get used to holding one, because come September, I’m going to have—”

“With who?!” Tom interrupted, eyes flashing crimson.

Harry frowned. “What?”

“Who are you having a child with?” Tom demanded.

Harry laughed out loud. “It’s not me, it’s Sirius!” Harry clarified.

“Oh.” Tom said, blue glamour covering his eyes again. “What were you going to say, exactly?”

“Come September, I’m going to have a sibling!” Harry said.

Tom huffed. “And I will be required to hold this sibling of yours?” He asked warily, looking down at the baby in his arms. “She is cute.” He allowed.

Harry smiled widely. “Yes, if you ever want me to give you any babies, you have to prove you will be a good parent.” He said firmly.

Tom glared at him. “I’m not changing any nappies!” He snapped.

Harry blinked. “Neither am I. That's what house-elves are for.” He said.

“As long as we are agreed.” Tom said, satisfied. “This sibling will be the future scion of House Black?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yep!”

Tom sighed. “I may as well start earning their favour young, then.” He mused.

“Earning their... What?!” Harry asked.

“Well, I can’t very well force them into my service with fear; you'd never forgive me!” Tom said.

Harry's face darkened. “No, I wouldn't.” He said flatly.

“So I will court their favour through kindness. And you will like that better.” Tom said.

“Ah. Yeah, that’s a better idea, then.” Harry agreed.

Tom considered the baby he was holding. “And these little ones—”

“Are not joining your army! No way, no how!” George snapped, taking Grace from him and cuddling her close.

“Come now, once they are seventeen, they can make their own choices.” Tom coaxed.

Harry eyed him reproachfully. “You'd better not be taking any new followers seventeen years from now!” He said.

Tom's look soured and he crossed his arms. “We will still have another four hundred and fifty years left to live, I can’t overthrow the Ministry without help! Harrison, be reasonable—”

Harry handed off Faith and moved into Tom's lap to stick a finger in his face. “No, you listen to me! The best way to do things is to infiltrate the Ministry, not overthrow it! You've got a few people in there already, expand on that, and leave the chaos behind.” At Tom's incredulous look, he amended, “Most of the chaos, agreed?”

Tom pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. “I can’t believe you're speaking to me this way with witnesses!” He hissed. “What if they get ideas?!”

“No ideas here!” Fred hastily said, turning his stunned gaze away from the couple.

“We'll never speak of this!” George added.

“My Lord, I have much more respect for you than your consort apparently does, and this will remain in these rooms.” Draco swore.

Tom hummed. “Smart men.” He said approvingly.

Harry frowned. “I’m smart, too!” He said in offense.

“Smart-mouthed, maybe.” Draco muttered. “Remember who you are ordering around.”

Harry whipped around to glare at him. “Oi! I can talk to him however I want!” He snapped.

Fred shrugged. “It’s your funeral.” He said. “Also, I found the spell I want to use on Molly.” He said, sitting next to Harry.

Harry, perched in Tom’s lap, turned to face him. “Oh, yeah?” He asked.

“It’s Dark, mind you. I want to obliviate her of the existence of all of us, from Bill to Ginny. And then cast the spell I found to make her think she is pregnant.”

Harry frowned. “I don’t follow.” He said.

Fred grinned wickedly. “And then, after she has time to grow attached to this new ‘baby,’ I’ll cast the other spell I found to give her a fake miscarriage. And then we can show up and deliver the final blows personally.”

Tom was smiling. “Psychological torture, I like it.” He turned Harry’s head with a finger. “I’ll teach you how to conjure the Mark, Harrison.” He purred, then kissed him.

Harry hummed into the kiss. “Sounds great to me.”

George frowned. “You’re coming along?” He asked.

Harry whipped his head around to glare at him. “Of course I am! She threatened my Godbabies, I want to see her end!”

Draco smiled. “We’ll all go.” He said.

Fred hummed. “A great bonding experience, I’m sure.”

“Torture can be a wonderful way to gain closeness. It’s why I schedule raids after initiations frequently. By the way, Harrison, I need my room clear tonight.”

Harry frowned. “Why?”

Tom smiled. “Minerva is joining us for her first raid tonight. I plan to have her join me afterward for a drink and a chat, see how she takes everything. She may need special consideration, but I cannot know until she sees what exactly she has signed up for.”

“Ah.” Harry said. “Well, have fun, then. Me and Blaise will just have a sleepover, I suppose.” He said cheerfully.

“Might as well be one.” Draco muttered. “You spend so much time with Our Lord.”

“I love him, can you blame me?” Harry snapped.

Draco just sighed and shook his head.

“Alright, let’s head out and give the new family their privacy.” Tom said, nudging Harry off his lap.

Harry huffed and got up, going to Faith and Grace and pressing soft kisses to their foreheads. “Be good girls, and give your Dads hell for me.” He said.

Draco sighed good-naturedly. “Oh, they always do.” He said.

Harry and Tom left, Tom walking Harry to the dungeons himself before kissing him goodbye at the Slytherin Common Room entrance. “Be good.”

Harry hummed. “If I must.” He said.

Tom frowned. “Your father and I will both be gone. Stay in here.” He ordered.

“Like I’m safe in there! The upper years hate me!” Harry burst out.

“And they fear my wrath. Stay put, gather your Hopefuls around you like a cloak and do not leave tonight.”

Harry sighed. “Fine. Love you.”

“And I you.” Tom said, before leaving him.

Harry went in with a sigh.

He raised his ring to his mouth and whispered the names of all his known Hopefuls.

Pansy, Millicent, Theo, Daphne, Crabbe and Goyle came up to him.

“Homework time. I’m supposed to keep you guys near me tonight. There is a raid, so my two adults are both going out. You’re my security detail.”

“Got it.” Millicent said. “Come on, let’s work on stuff, I still have to get my defence essay finished up.”

Harry snorted. “I can help with that.” He offered.

“Would you?” Millicent asked sweetly. “You’re a doll.”

*****

“I think we’re ready.” Severus said as Harry sat down on the couch.

“For...?” Harry asked, looking around at Minerva, Sirius, Remus, Tom and his Dad. “I can’t think of anything that involves all of us.”

“The trial, you dolt!” Severus said.

Minerva coughed and hid a smile. “Severus, that wasn’t very nice.” She said.

“Good, because I don’t do ‘nice.’ The sooner he learns that, the better for us all.” Severus said, nodding at Harry.

“Love you too, Dad.” Harry muttered. “So why the meeting?”

“To decide if we are truly ready.” Severus said.

Minerva sighed. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can get on with my life.” She said resignedly.

Tom nodded. “Let’s do this.” He said firmly. “I even have an excuse for fooling the Veritaserum.”

Harry looked interested. “What is it?”

Tom opened his mouth and flicked a molar with his tongue. It swung open and he closed it again. “It’s for a poison capsule of something similar. In case I get backed into a corner with no escape route and need it. Of course, wizards never think to check for them, so I use mine for things like antidote capsules. We can just say I had the Veritaserum antidote in there last time.”

“And I was just duped and didn’t know I was Lord Gryffindor?” Harry drawled.

Tom grinned widely. “There, he gets it!” He said cheerfully. Harry hit him, and Tom grabbed his hand. “Good, this is now mine for the rest of the conversation.” He said, lacing their hands together and holding it firmly in his lap, not letting Harry reclaim it.

Harry huffed.

“We are ready, are we not?”

There was a chorus of agreement all around.

“Good. Marcus will inform Amelia and will go with them in case he is Polyjuiced again, now that he can see through it, and they will arrest him. I will let him know first thing tomorrow.”

Sirius smiled. “Good. Do you have bananas?”

Severus sighed. “Remus, please take our lover home and feed him what he wants. He will be unbearable otherwise, I fear.”

Remus chuckled. “It’s been bananas all week, but the week before it was hamburgers. I never know what he’s going to crave next.” He said in amusement.

Tom chuckled. “Just be glad so far it is things you can find.”

Sirius hummed. “Fair point. Let’s go home!” He said to Remus.

The group dispersed.

The trial was looming ever closer.

No one was more eager for it than Tom.
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