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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 eyed the man warily.

Arnold smiled. “Mr. Riddle—”

“Lord Slytherin.” Tom corrected.

“Mm, see, I have doubts about that.” Arnold told him. “How did you come by your name? Are you aware of who the first of that name is?”

“My father.” Tom answered flatly, then added, “The Dark Lord known as Voldemort.”

Arnold nodded. “I’m curious, who is your mother?”

Tom scowled. “My bearer was Andrew Rosier.” He hissed.

“Convenient that he's dead.” Arnold mused.

“He's not dead, he's simply moved out of the country!” Tom snapped.

Marcus stood. “Objection! How is his parentage relevant to this case?” He asked.

Arnold turned to smile winningly at Fudge. “I’m establishing his trustworthiness.” He answered lightly.

“Overruled. Mr. Remans, you may proceed with the line of questioning.” Fudge said, shrugging at Marcus.

Marcus fumed.

“So,” Arnold drawled, “Who are you loyal to?”

Tom frowned. “Myself first, Harry second, and Hogwarts last, but it still makes the list.”

“Not your father?” Arnold pressed.

Tom tensed, purely for show, and replied tightly, “We had a falling-out when he returned.”

Arnold hummed. “If he is still alive, how did you earn the title of Lord Slytherin?”

Tom smiled. “Harry won it as a baby, through conquest, and later bequeathed it to me, when he heard who my father was. It was, after all, his title to pass on.” He purred.

Harry began shaking with silent laughter.

Severus snorted softly.

“I see.” Arnold said. “I wonder, though, why Harry would choose to be with the man whose father killed his mother.”

Tom glared at the man. “He understands that I am not my father, any more than he is his father. We are separate people.” The unspoken ‘idiot’ at the end was clear.

“I see. And what are your plans going forward?” Arnold asked.

“To change Hogwarts for the better.” Tom answered.

“Is that all?” Arnold pressed.

“And to love Harry to the best of my ability.” Tom added.

Harry smiled at him.

“I see. No further questions.” Arnold said, seeming to give up on getting anything useful out of him.

“Lord Slytherin, you may leave the stand. The court will be in recess while we view the pensieve memories.” Fudge said.

The Wizengamot filed out, and Tom sat beside Harry.

Harry cuddled into Tom, smiling widely. “I love you.” He said.

Tom chuckled. “And I, you. More than anything.”

Harry and Tom basked in the semi-quietness as spectators and reporters discussed the proceedings so far.

When the Wizengamot came back in, looking various degrees of incensed and sickened, Fudge spoke, “Court will reconvene. The prosecution has the floor.”

Marcus came forward. “The prosecution would like to call the Prewett magical twins, Fred and George Prewett, to testify together.”

“Objection! They are two separate people!” Arnold shouted.

Marcus shot him a glare. “They are magical twins; if their answers are not exactly the same, they will be remarkably similar! There is no reason to make them testify separately, except to distress the submissive one by taking away their greatest support at a trying time!” He said, voice dripping acid.

Fudge sighed. “Overruled; the twins will take the stand together.” He said, well-used to Marcus and Arnold spitting nails at each other at least once a case when up against each other.

Marcus turned and smiled at Fudge. “Thank you, Minister.”

“Precedent stands.” The man said, waving away the thanks as the twins came forward and took the stand.

“Do both of you consent to Veritaserum?”

“Does it pass into breast milk?” George asked, worried.

“It won't harm the babes.” Marcus assured him.

“Then yes, we do.” Fred answered for them both.

The Auror came forward and dosed them both. “Names and titles, please.”

“Fred Gideon Prewett,” Fred began.

“And George Fabian Prewett,” George added.

“Lord Prewett.” They finished together.

The assembled spectators let out rumbles of quiet laughter.

Marcus smiled indulgently. “Alright, Lords Prewett, when did your mate inherit, and what were the circumstances surrounding the premature inheritance?” He asked. “Fifteen is not the normal age for a Veela inheritance.”

Fred chuckled. “Shortly after Harry's birthday, our naughty little mate decided to try and brew the Creatura Reveale potion.” He snorted. “It blew up, being a seventh-year potion and a little out of his range. It coated him, and he went through his inheritance, two years early. We had to bond to keep him alive, but I wouldn't change it for the world.” He said, obviously besotted.

George nodded. “Yes, it was August twelfth. We were already aware of our creature sides and unblocked by that time.” He added.

“And why were your creature sides blocked?” Marcus asked. “By whom?”

Fred scowled. “We don’t know why, but as for the who, Dumbledore was the one to administer the blocker.” He hissed out.

Marcus hummed. “How old were you when the potion was administered?”

“Young enough that neither of us remember the incident, and we were, to our knowledge, never asked if we wanted that side blocked or not.” George chose to answer that one.

“Thank you. Was there any reason for Dumbledore to place surveillance spells in your rooms?” He asked.

Fred shook his head. “The only reason I could think of is maybe to spy on Harry through us? He knew all three of us were close with Harry, maybe he wanted to see if we'd discuss him in private and give him information he was not already privy to.”

“I see.” Marcus said. “No further questions.”

Arnold came up to them, smiling widely. “Lords Prewett, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He said.

Fred smiled back at him. “Sorry I can’t say the same, Mr. Remans.” He returned.

Arnold's smile turned brittle. “Yes, well. Was your mother aware of your creature blood?”

“We assume so.” Fred said.

“And did she want that blocked?” He asked.

“Probably. She knew of our father's creature side, and it didn’t seem like she approved of that kind of life.” George answered.

“So she enlisted Dumbledore's help in getting it blocked. If it was sanctioned by your mother, I don’t see the problem. It was legally her choice.” Arnold said.

Fred snarled. “Why was our father so surprised by our creature blood, then? Why didn’t she ask him to help, as was his right, instead of lying to him and sneaking about behind his back?!” He asked venomously. “Our father would never have agreed with that! He wasn’t ashamed of his heritage, and he wouldn’t have been ashamed of ours!”

Arnold hummed doubtfully. “So you say. No further questions.”

Fudge sighed and rubbed his forehead, looking for all the world like he was fighting a headache. “Lords Prewett, you may leave the stand.”

Marcus got up to call the second-to-last witness for their side, surprised that it looked like they would get through them all in one day. It was looking like the trial might be shorter than he'd anticipated. “The prosecution calls Draco Malfoy, heir Malfoy, to the stand.”
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