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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry was confused, to say the least, when he woke up the next day, but he showered and dressed, chatting with Neville like always as his thoughts whirled within him.

Severus had told him several things that didn’t quite mesh with what he had heard so far.

But what he had heard so far had come only from light witches and wizards, and he was old enough to understand that any side would paint their views in the best possible light, covering up any secrets that made them look… Questionable.

So what was he supposed to believe?

The same old thing he'd been led to believe, or the new information Severus was giving him?

Severus said he'd get a chance to ask questions at their next lesson, which would be in two days' time.

And boy did he have questions!

Harry tried to eat, really, he did, but all he managed was some toast and tea before McGonagall was collecting him for the task.

He walked into the tent and picked his dragon from the bag.

The horntail.

Bagman tried to offer him help, but Harry turned him down and the man left in a rush, having heard the announcement of the judges.

Harry sat, and waited, listening to the crowd gasping and chattering and roaring with approval or excitement. He wished, again, that he was allowed to watch and sit this whole thing out as a normal student, but when it was his turn, he squared his shoulders and marched to his doom, clutching his wand tightly.

The dragon was at the opposite end of the enclosure and Harry walked about halfway to her before he realized something—he could understand about half of the words—which were really roars—coming out of her mouth.

He ignored her angry tirade and summoned his broom, deciding he'd talk it over with Severus later. It was strange, yes, but when had his life ever been anything but?

His broom appeared and he mounted it, kicking off and flying over to the angry dragon, circling overhead.

She roared in rage, eyes tracking him as he tried to lure her off the eggs.

He stayed just out of range of her blasts of fire, and he could tell she wanted to chase him—and probably crunch the annoying human between her jaws.

He circled higher and higher and eventually, she rose off the eggs, following him. He lured her up further, far enough that he could leave himself enough time to dive and grab the egg.

After he got her high enough, he went into a steep dive and the mother dragon shrieked as he dove for her eggs.

He dodged a fire blast, got grazed by her sharp tail, and grabbed the egg before darting out of the way as she covered her eggs and shot another blast of fire his way.

Got it. He thought in exhausted triumph, heading into the tent he was being herded toward, clutching the egg.

Poppy Pomfrey was livid—and understandably so—as she bustled from student to student, healing burns and scrapes and who knew what else.

“What about you, dear? Oh, a tiny burn, and looks like a horn caught you. I'll fix you right up.” She said fondly to Harry.

Harry gave her a thankful smile. “Thanks, Madam Pomfrey. Say, do you ever get tired of seeing me?” He asked.

Poppy chuckled. “Tired of you? Of course not! You're a wonderful boy, I just wish you weren’t under my care quite so much, is all. Sit tight, you can go get your scores in a minute, once that gouge heals up.” She told him.

Harry stayed out while his skin quickly knitted together and headed out of the medical tent just as two people were coming in—Ron and Hermione.

“Oh, Harry, thank goodness you’re all right! I’ve been so worried!” Hermione said, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.

Harry stiffened a bit at the unexpected contact, but hugged her back after a moment. She at least hadn’t been throwing him the venomous glares Ron had been.

Ron looked sheepish. “Harry, whoever put your name in that Goblet… I think they mean for you to die.” He said nervously.

Harry glared at him. “Oh, so you've finally realized that, have you? Took you long enough.”

Ron stared at the ground. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

Harry had the urge to answer with “You're right, you are sorry.” But quashed it before the angry, spiteful words could make it out of his mouth.

“It’s fine, forget it. We’re good. But if you do that again, you’re not getting another chance.” He aimed a hard glare at Hermione, too. “That goes for both of you.” He said.

Hermione nodded. “I tried, Harry, but he wouldn’t budge, and I didn’t want to be stuck between you two during a fight. I’ve had to do it before, and it was awful!” She said.

Harry sighed. “Next time you pick a side, stick to it. Pick the side you want to stay on, because it'll be the choice you’re stuck with. But for now, we’re good.” He finished lightly.

Hermione nodded, slowly. “Alright.” She said heavily.

Ron clapped Harry on the back. “That was brilliant flying, though!” He said, impressed.

Hermione laughed shakily. “Ron, every time he gets on a broom, he’d brilliant.” She pointed out.

“True.” Ron agreed. “But that was something else!” He said in awe.

Harry smiled. He had his friends back.

Life was good.

*****

There was a party in the common room when they made it back and Harry spent half the time catching up with Hermione and Ron, then made his excuses and went to hunt down Neville.

“Nev!” Harry said when he found the teen at the punch bowl. “Hey. Been hiding from me?”

Neville offered him a small smile. “You've got Ron and Hermione back now.” He said sadly. “You don’t need me anymore.”

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. “Neville, you know that's not true! You're my friend as much as they are; more so, even, because you stuck beside me when they didn’t! I’m not going to just drop you like that! You know that’s not the kind of person I am!”

Neville’s smile lost the sadness around the edges, looking more hopeful. “Really?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “Come on, let’s get back to the twins. They wanted to talk to me, but I escaped to find you.” He explained.

Neville laughed softly. “You’re a great friend, Harry.” He said.

Harry gave him a smile. “I try to be.” He said humbly.

*****

“Can I tell Neville, Ron and Hermione that you’re my father? I want them to know.” Harry said upon entering the classroom Friday for his next Occlumency lesson.

Severus gave him a sharp look. “Do you think they can handle that knowledge responsibly?” He asked.

Harry bit his lip. “Hermione and Neville can. Hermione doesn’t gossip, and Neville’s steadfast and can keep secrets. Ron… Has a temper.” He said hesitantly.

Severus sighed. “I can teach you a spell in case he doesn’t take it well. It's a grey spell, but not illegal. Merely frowned upon, in the lightest of circles. It shouldn’t get you in trouble.” He offered.

Harry frowned, but nodded, accepting the offer. “That might be best.” He said.

Severus smiled grimly, “I believe it will be. He is volatile, and hates me fiercely.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Harry said quietly.

Severus nodded. “As do I. Now, it is called the tongue-tying charm, and it will keep that one secret safe, but let him say anything related to it that he wants. The other like spell is the lip-locker, which will make his silence on the topic absolute, but it is… Darker.” He explained.

Harry gripped his wand, nodding. “The tongue-tying charm, then.” He said.

Severus smirked. “The other one was an explanation, not an offer.” He said in amusement.

Harry snorted. “I’m not surprised.” He shot back.

“The wand movement is a sweeping motion, over the mouth, and can be cast before you tell the secret, if there is question about him spilling it afterward. Keep the secret you want protected in your mind as you cast.” Severus instructed, and Harry nodded. “The incantation is ‘secretum tutum.’”

Harry mumbled it.

Severus nodded. “Be sure you pronounce it correctly.” He said.

Harry nodded.

“Now, would you like to practice your Occlumency, or get straight to your questions?” Severus asked.

Harry sighed. “Let’s see if I can keep you out first. Dumbledore’s been trying to catch my eye in the Great Hall lately.” He said in resignation.

Severus' lips thinned. “A good choice, then. Legilimens.” He dove in.

Harry quickly called up the feeling of calm and felt the memory Severus had been grasping at slide out of his reach. He mentally cheered and continued holding to that feeling, feeling Severus’ mental probing get stronger.

He felt the man grasp onto a memory tightly, and before he could get it free, he fell into it.

Draco was standing across from him, wand drawn and pointed at him, while he tried to talk down a snake that was inching closer to his classmate by degrees.

Severus’ interest sharpened as he heard the snake talk in English, and Harry respond. He watched the memory play out fully, then retreated. “Interesting.” H murmured. “It always sounds like English to you?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Always has, always will.” He answered.

Severus hummed. “Either way, you are good enough to keep the Headmaster out.” He assured Harry, who sighed in relief.

“Good.”

“Now,” Severus pulled a chair over and sat behind the same desk they'd used last time. “I'm sure you have questions for me.”

Harry nodded. “Oh, do I ever.” He confirmed.
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