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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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Harry listened to the conversations buzzing around him, content in the knowledge that taking down Dumbledore had earned him respect in Slytherin, even if some of it was grudging.

At least most of them approved of him now, including those in the years above him.

Theo sat down beside him. “My Prince.” He said respectfully. “I have a question to ask you, on behalf of my intended.”

Harry frowned. “That sounded formal. Start from the beginning? Assume I know nothing of Wizarding courting traditions.”

“Haven’t gotten there yet?” Theo asked, amused.

“Not quite, no.” Harry said with a laugh. “So, what's up?”

Theo took a deep breath. “I have petitioned Neville's grandmother for his hand, citing our promises and loss of innocence to one another, and she has accepted—although she is quite angry he did not wait until marriage, as is my mother, who has also agreed to the union.” He smiled.

Harry grinned widely. “That's great!”

Theo nodded. “As the older partner in the bond, I am required to fulfil two requests of my intended before the wedding, to prove I am able to provide for him in all ways; he has chosen one of courage and one of love.” He said. “The courage one is the one I am fulfilling by coming to you.”

Harry nodded. “Alright, go on.”

“He requested that I ask you, on his behalf, to stand with him as his best man.” Theo said.

Harry assessed him, then smiled softly. “I'd be honoured. Thank him for me, and tell him I will, gladly.” He cocked his head. “So what's the love one?” He asked.

Theo choked, and Draco, having heard that, laughed. “You don't ask that, My Prince! Requests are a private matter!”

Theo blushed, but leaned forward and whispered to Harry, “Further sexual acts are waiting until the wedding night.”

Harry chuckled. “It’s a test, then.”

Theo sighed and nodded. “I will not fail him.” He said flatly.

“Never implied you would. When is the wedding?” Harry asked.

“July 12^th. He wants to be married by his birthday, and we agreed that shortly after school lets out will be fine by us. It's unusual to marry so young, but we are both very much in love and we are ready. We've agreed that children will wait until either one or both of us are firmly planted in our careers of choice.” Theo said proudly.

“I wish you both the best of luck in life. You deserve it, and every happiness to be had.” Harry said, glad that Neville and Theo had found each other.

Theo smiled. “Thank you.”

Harry nodded. “Now, who wants to help me with Charms? Anybody?”

*****

March flew by, and before Harry knew it, he was home for Easter.

He had done some more meditating in search of Gods and Goddesses to dedicate himself to, but none had been forthcoming yet, so again, he was going to make his offering to Severus'. He had come closer to finding his this time, though, he felt.

But first, he had gotten permission to spend the night at Tom's—one night, Severus had been very firm on that—and he was getting ready for that.

He packed his kama sutra, along with one outfit that he may or may not wear tomorrow. If he didn’t wear it, it would replace the outfit already at Tom's.

He rushed into the receiving room and was about to leave when Severus’ voice stopped him. “And where do you think you are going without saying goodbye to me?”

Harry turned and flushed. “Sorry, Dad. Just really excited.”

Severus held out his arms as Harry approached, and Harry stepped into the hug. “See you tomorrow.” He said.

“I can understand your excitement, your first real raid is a big event. Have you decided who you will bring with you?” Severus asked.

Harry smiled. “Tom said three. I am thinking Hermione, Neville and Remus.”

Severus' eyes widened. “Three of your biggest risks? Why put them through such a trial so soon?”

Harry hummed. “Hermione because Tom says Viktor will be there with him, Neville because I need to know his skills if this is going to work out—and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised there, as well—and Remus because the Full Moon will be that night. He'll be at his best then.”

“I suppose I have no choice but to accept that you either know what you are doing or are channelling James Potter in this instance.” Severus said doubtfully.

Harry laughed. “I'll just go, and you can mull it over with Sirius and Remus while I am gone. And yes, they both know. They also were told it would have been Siri if he was not pregnant.”

Severus’ lips tightened at the thought. “I thank you for taking that into consideration.”

Harry nodded. “I love my sibling already; I won’t risk them. Anyway, I’m off!” He ran to the Floo and headed to Riddle Manor.

He came through and Tom caught him as he tumbled out. “Hi!” He said happily.

Tom chuckled. “Well, hello, there.” They shared a kiss and Tom ushered Harry into a chair. “So, the raid.”

Harry dropped his bag and nodded. “Tell me all about it.” He said.

“It’s a convent.”

Harry frowned. “Like, nuns and stuff?”

Tom made a face. “Someday I will remove that word from your vocabulary.” He said.

Harry grinned. “You can try.” He said.

“Yes.” Tom told him. “There will be nuns. They need to die.”

Harry's eyes widened. “What did they ever do to you?!” He asked.

“Threw me into an orphanage, for one!” Tom snapped. “But these ones did something worse.”

Harry nodded. “What did they do?”

“They stoned two children to death. Magical children.” Tom said quietly.

Harry paled. “Why?” He asked in horror.

“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.” Tom murmured. “It’s one of their tenets.”

“That’s awful!” Harry shouted.

“And so, we will do worse to them, so that they won't be able to repeat their mistake.” Tom said with relish.

Harry nodded. “That makes sense, I suppose.” He agreed.

“Who are you bringing?” Tom asked, pouring them both a glass of wine.

Harry took his and took a sip. “Well, you already told me Viktor would be there, so obviously, I will bring Hermione. They can do all that kissy-kissy stuff either before or after.” He said.

Tom chuckled. “You happen to enjoy ‘that kissy-kissy stuff,’ so you’re one to talk.”

Harry grinned unrepentantly. “I never said it was gross kissy-kissy stuff.”

“Ah, I see. Who else?” He gently urged.

Harry hummed. “Remus. It will be the day of the Full Moon, so he will be at his best, riding the edge of the transformation. You said we were doing this early, right?”

“Midday, right as they get out of their midday prayer. They won't have eaten lunch yet—will be heading to it, in fact—so they will be easy targets, hungry and weakened. And your wolf will be fine.” He assured Harry. “I won't be bringing Greyback—I would warn you well in advance if he were to be anywhere near you, so you could procure a silver knife, just in case—so Remus need not worry.” Tom added.

“Good. Also, I'm bringing Neville.”

Tom paled. “That is a bad idea.”

Harry frowned. “Why?” He asked.

Tom sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I am bringing Bella. This is her specialty, and I promised.” He confessed. “I cannot take that back.”

Harry stared at him. “Bella.”

“Yes.”

“As in, Lestrange.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” Harry said flatly. “Well, maybe I should reconsider Neville, but… Luna can't kill… Daphne?” He suggested.

“Greengrass, right?” Tom tapped his lips with a finger. “I would like to see her skills; her parents are firmly neutral. I have no idea what her family excels in.”

“Great, we'll do that, then.” Harry decided.

“My last is Minerva. She will do it, if only for the children.” Tom said. “Draco has expressed an interest in coming along—”

“No.” Harry said firmly.

Tom frowned. “Why not?” He asked.

“He will be helping with Molly. I want to bring people that won't see battle or torture otherwise.” Harry said.

Tom rolled his eyes. “They will all see torture on Thursday.” He said. “We're collecting Dumbledore the night before, and his execution will be at a full meeting. Yours, mine, everyone.” He stressed. “Even your little secret group. They may keep their cowls up if you prefer, but they will witness his demise.”

Harry nodded. “I'll tell them tomorrow.” He said.

“Good. Come, it’s time to eat.”
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