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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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Arnold’s turn with Harry was next, and the man eyed him speculatively. “Lord Gryffindor,” He began, “I have to wonder what makes you think you are mentally sound enough to testify in your own defence. If you were abused, that is. It does leave mental damages behind, after all. What makes you think you have truly put it all behind you?”

Harry frowned. “I put it all behind me well enough to learn Occlumency, which I was told required a strong mind. I think the fact that I was able to learn it well enough to keep my father out means that I am quite mentally sound, thank you very much.” He sneered back at the man.

Arnold Remans hummed. “As you say, it does. I suppose I will take you at your word. You say that most of your alleged ‘beatings’ were, in fact, punishments. What makes you think they were abuse, and not just rather harsh punishments, as your guardians claimed? Children sometimes confuse the two.”

Harry glared at the man. “Punishments do not make the child bleed, they do not break bones, or make the child black out. All of which happened to me. Repeatedly.” He snapped.

Arnold’s brow rose. “If you had broken bones, why did the Muggle authorities not intervene and remove you from their care when they took you to the hospital?” He asked.

Harry laughed bitterly. “The hospital?! That costs money, and they would rather eat their hand than spend money on me. I never went to one.” He answered.

“So all we have as evidence of broken bones is your word. Pity, that.” Arnold said lightly.

“I could offer you memories of the way my arm bent the wrong way and snapped loudly when Vernon tried to pick me up by it when I was twelve! The way my leg cracked, and my knee bent backwards when Dudley fell on it while I was sprawled over the last three steps after he’d pushed me down the stairs at eight! Do you want to see those?! Would that satisfy your sick curiosity?!” Harry shouted, leaning nearer to the man.

Arnold's eyes had widened progressively over the course of Harry's shouting and he was pale now, a chalky white colour as he shook his head. “No further questions.” He said weakly.

Harry growled at him as he got up and stalked back to his seat.

Marcus stood. “The prosecution would like to request a recess.” He said.

Fudge hummed, nodding. “We will take an hour for lunch. There are privacy spells up, you cannot discuss particulars about the case outside the courtroom. Only generalities can be vocalized, so best not to even try.” He said.

The courtroom quickly cleared, and Severus bodily hauled a fuming Harry out of his seat. “Come on, brat, you have to eat.”

“I don’t want to!” He snapped, arms crossed over his chest.

“You're going to.” Severus said flatly. “Calming draughts cannot be taken on an empty stomach, and you need one.” He added.

Harry sighed and let his father lead him from the room and to the cafeteria.

Severus and Tom bracketed Harry and Harry leaned into his consort for strength and comfort.

“I'm actually a little worried I may do something rash to the man when it’s my turn.” Tom commented.

Severus sighed. “I can’t give you a calming draught until you've finished your Veritaserum. The draught interferes with it.” He explained.

“I know that!” Tom snapped. “I’m not stupid.” He added in mutter.

Severus went and got his lunch as well as Harry and Tom's, since Harry was refusing to let Tom get up to get his own. He returned and handed out sandwiches, crisps and small side salads.

“I’m a little worried about you, M—Sir.” Draco corrected, looking nervous.

Tom sighed. “Sir is fine here, Mr. Malfoy.” He said.

Draco looked relieved. “What if he was able to find something on you?” He added.

Tom hummed, eating a bite of his salad. “Then I shall have to lie.” He said softly. “I can always do that. I have an explanation for the Veritaserum not working last time, after all.”

“I’m just worried you'll be caught out. That would be very bad for us. For you.” Draco said.

Tom smiled. “Your concern is heartening, Mr. Malfoy. I will be fine.” He assured the teen.

Harry ate, cuddling into Tom the whole time, mostly silent as he recovered from reliving the hardest parts of his past. He kept seeing flashes of Vernon in his mind's eye, but thanks to his Occlumency he was mostly able to shove those thoughts aside.

While they were eating, Marcus came over. “Tom, he and Dumbledore are probably going to dig into your past. He'll want to discredit you, but luckily anything he finds out will be too late to incriminate anybody else.”

Tom hummed. “He will try. But I’m not worried. I have an excuse for beating the Veritaserum last time. I will be fine.” He said.

Harry sighed. “Should we head back?” He asked.

Severus wordlessly handed over a potion.

Harry sighed again, but took it and grimaced. “Urgh.” He shuddered as it flowed through him, easing tense muscles and chasing away unpleasant thoughts.

Severus took back the vial, lips twitching in amusement.

Harry scowled. “Don’t say anything.” He told the man.

They cleaned up and headed back into the courtroom, Charlie coming up to Harry. “The twins keep hinting that you're leading a group I should ask to join, but I asked them point-blank about it over lunch, and they told me they can't say more without your say-so. What do I need to know?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Well, I have an agreement with a certain Dark Lord that I will lead a sub-group of those that don’t want to join him, but are still willing to turn away from our delightful opponent today.” He said, shooting a glare at Dumbledore. “They are called the Hopefuls, and it stands for Hopeful Future Death Eaters, although some of them will remain with me indefinitely.” He said, then grinned. “Fred and George will stay mine, because he’s smart enough to be wary of them and doesn’t trust their loyalty to him, though he trusts them with me.”

Charlie frowned, thinking, then rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed. “Where do I sign up?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “I don’t want you unwilling.” He said.

Charlie grinned. “I’m not. I’m just wondering how much this will cut into my work commitments and my time with my new mate. She's over there, in the spectator section.” He pointed out a pretty young woman with long dark hair. “Her name is Claudia, Claudiu when she’s male. She's a metamorphmagus and switches between the two genders when she feels like it.”

Harry grinned. “Lucky you.”

Charlie chuckled. “I know. Anyway, I’m in.” He said surely.

Harry keyed a ring to him and surreptitiously handed it over. “This will warm when I call you. The twins will be able to explain things to you better now. You're keyed into the lip-locker, but meet with me after the trial so I can cast one on you. I shouldn’t do it here, in full view.” He admitted, looking around.

“No.” Charlie agreed. “Don’t cast a dark privacy spell with this many witnesses. We can wait.”

“Anyway, it looks like things are about to start up again.” Harry said.

“Yeah. I'll stick around after. But now I have to get back to my seat.”

Harry waved him away and Charlie went back to the twins.

Fudge came in and got settled, and the doors closed with a slam. “Court is reconvened. The prosecution has the floor.” He announced.

Marcus moved to the front of the room. “The prosecution would like to call Tom Riddle, Lord Slytherin, to the stand.”

Tom pressed a quick kiss to Harry wrist and stood, walking to the witness chair as Harry smiled happily at his back.

“Before we begin, I would like to apologise for not being truthful last time and prove that it will not happen this time.” He reached into his mouth and popped out the hollow molar, enlarging it and opening it. “This is how I undermined the Veritaserum last time.” He showed the Wizengamot the empty inside. “I had a capsule inside filled with the antidote, and I took it out and bit it right after taking the serum, so that I could lie. I am no longer hiding my identity from anyone, so the measure is no longer needed. Harrison and the world now know who I am.”

Marcus hummed. “And why were you hiding your true identity from the person you proclaim to love?” He asked.

Tom chuckled. “Because I was worried that he would not give Lord Slytherin a chance to prove I was worth loving. I didn’t want to taint his view of me so soon. So I waited until he knew me well, and then came clean. He told me it made no difference who my ancestors were, he loved me for who I am.”

Marcus nodded. “Very well.” He said. “Do you consent to Veritaserum and promise you will not subvert it this time?”

Tom smiled. “I have no capsule of antidote.” He said, turning the molar upside-down and shaking it, proving it was empty.

“You may put that back in your mouth.” Marcus said in amusement.

Tom put the molar back in and the Auror dosed him. “What is your name and titles?”

“Tom Marvolo Riddle II, Lord Slytherin.” He answered.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.

Marcus came forward. “You were the one to uncover Dumbledore's plan to have Harry killed by You-Know-Who, correct?” He asked.

“I was.” Tom confirmed.

“How did that happen?”

“I was applying for the job of DADA professor when we began to discuss Harry and my relationship with him. I wanted to provide both that memory and the memory of the other charge's details as pensieve testimony, to prove my truthfulness.” He said.

Marcus nodded. “That should be admissible,” He looked up to Fudge, who nodded at him. “But for the record, tell us what the second memory holds.”

Tom hummed. “Dumbledore had a mated triad under his purview as Headmaster, one of which was a breeding sub. He waited until this sub had to nest and give birth in a common area of the school because the triad had no private room where he could feel safe and secure. While this in itself is not a crime, it does show a certain lack of common decency. Furthermore, after they had welcomed their children—a set of beautiful twins girls—into the world, he saw fit to finally give them rooms. They checked the rooms for spellwork and bade me check when I returned from Christmas holiday, as there were surveillance spells and eavesdropping spells everywhere—including right over the bed. One of the boys in the bond is only fifteen. The only people legally allowed to see him in intimate ways are his bonded mates. Dumbledore seemed to not care and had decided to try and catch a glimpse of him in his most private and unguarded moments—those he spends in bed with his beloved mates. It is vile.” He said heatedly.

Marcus collected the memories and took them to Fudge. “No further questions.”

Fudge hummed. “We will view these after the defence cross-examines the witness.” He said.

Arnold came forward with a shark-like grin.
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