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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 smoothed his hands down the front of his robes, looking at his small group.

Hermione and Remus looked more nervous than Daphne, which surprised him. Maybe she was more ready, as a Slytherin. But either way, he knew it was his job to lay down the law and set an example, both.

“Alright,” He clasped his hands behind him and began pacing in front of his group. “You know how to refer to me already. If Voldemort addresses you directly, you will address him as My Lord if he requires a response. Do not call him Marvolo, even if you hear Minerva calling him that. That requires special dispensation, or you will be tortured when we return. By him, and trust me, you want to avoid that. You need to be prepared to shoot to kill, and play with your victims if you can; we want to see your skills at work.”

Hermione swallowed, but nodded.

Remus looked severe and determined, much like Severus did most of the time. His face was set, and Harry could tell he was prepared to let out the viciousness he kept tightly leashed most days.

“We will be killing everyone today, for their crimes against the children I told you about. Do not attack comrades, that includes the Death Eaters, and if they tell you to move, duck, or get out of the way, do so. You will likely see a side of me some of you have not yet. Do not be alarmed, I only turn my wand on the enemy, not my friends. You have nothing to fear from me unless you cross me.”

Daphne was looking at him speculatively now.

“Lastly, do not get distracted. Keep your wits about you and focus on our mission: culling those that have harmed two of our number. This is not about justice. Do not get confused about that. This is vengeance. It will be bloody, messy, violent and dangerous, but we are not Light Wizards and Witches. We are at least grey, we operate on a different level, and we don't show remorse to the enemy. If you must break down, do it after you return home safely, there is no time to weep in battle. If you can't handle this, I can always let you go later. There will be no punishment, just a simple obliviate and well-wishes.” He said. “Now,” He pulled up his hood, donned his mask, and turned to the fireplace, catching sight of Severus watching him proudly from the doorway. “Off we go, to Riddle Manor. Keep your cowls down, you need full visibility today.” He added, then led the way.

Harry launched himself into Tom’s arms as soon as he was through the Floo, and the man returned his embrace, laughing softly.

“Missed you.” Harry breathed, kissing him.

When he broke the kiss, Tom eyed him. “It’s been a day; how could you have missed me already?”

Harry snorted. “I just did.”

“Hm.” Tom hummed, then turned to his three selected Death Eaters as Harry’s chosen Hopefuls came through. “Harry’s group is backup, but leave some fun for them; we do need to see their skills, so don’t hog all the nuns. They should listen to you, but remember, they are Harry’s recruits, they will always belong to him first, me second. You may advise them, but do not order them around unless it is to save their life in the heat of battle.” Bellatrix looked a little upset by that order, but it seemed she was willing to obey it, and she glanced at the Hopefuls speculatively.

Hermione came through last, and she and Viktor came together with kisses and murmurs of how much they had missed each other, each whispering a soft ‘I love you’ to each other.

Harry watched with a soft smile on his face. Viktor was getting a house nearby over the break, as well as one in Hogsmeade that he would live in during the school year, so Hermione could be with him during her Hogsmeade trips. It would be easy, that way, for Hermione to nip over to see him while staying with Harry, which her parents would easily let her do, and spend extra time with him during the school year.

Tom smiled grimly. “Alright, everyone who does not have a Dark Mark, pair up with someone who does.” He grabbed Harry around the waist as Harry replaced his mask and drew his hood up. “And off we go!” He said, then Disapparated, reappearing in a courtyard with a few nuns in it.

They startled and looked up, shocked to see people appearing out of thin air. Three more cracks split the silence, and they got up and ran for the convent a few yards away.

Before they could reach the doors, Tom had hit two of them with curses Harry couldn’t identify, and Harry has aimed a Sectumsempra at the third. The last one raced inside and locked the door behind her.

Bellatrix smiled and the group converged on the doors as she unlocked it and walked inside. Screams rent the silence as Death Eaters and Hopefuls began firing off curses left and right.

Daphne and Hermione were both leading their nuns to a quiet corner, and Harry knew Hermione was going to test out some of the Dark Arts he had taught her, if the gleam of curiosity in her eyes was anything to go by.

He stopped fighting for a bit and simply watched as Daphne played with her nun, picking bones to break with careful precision and making small cuts in places that would no doubt sting, like the inner thigh and elbow and beneath the breasts, places where sweat gathered most readily. The nun’s screaming didn’t seem to bother her at all, and Harry smiled.

She was definitely suitably vicious to be a future Death Eater, if she wanted a place among them; Tom would be pleased.

Harry noticed Remus also toying with his and decided to take a spare nun he saw trying to escape as his own toy.

He was in the process of boiling her blood, going slowly and drawing it out, when he noticed Bellatrix watching him, a wide smile on her face.

“Add in a bone-breaking curse from time to time if you want to change the tone of the screams.” She offered advice. “Like this.” She cast a quiet curse and the nun’s ulna snapped and her screams intensified until she was used to the new pain.

Harry let up on the curse for a few moments. “Best to give her a break before we start again. What was that spell?” He asked while the nun panted in pain.

“Frango, preceded by the name of the bone you wish to target. You have to have a good handle of anatomy for this, but it is worth the effort to learn it, if you intend to use this spell often. It can be so much fun!” Bellatrix said excitedly. “And you have much promise; I can teach you so many things! You’ll make a wonderful Dark Lord.”

“I don’t plan to be a Dark Lord. That’s my dear Marvolo’s gig, not mine. I’m happy just being his consort and his support. He can have all the glory and fawning; I’ve never wanted that.” Harry said.

Bellatrix smiled wider. “Oh, and he’s so humble! Adorable!” She pinched his cheek hard. “Break a bone, little one!” She urged.

“What’s the name of the collar bone?” Harry asked.

“Clavicle.” Bellatrix said with a grin.

“Clavicle frango.” The bone snapped, the nun began screaming again, and Harry resumed boiling her blood, making the screams reach a whole new pitch once more.

Bellatrix laughed in exaltation.

Before too long, the rest of the group had killed everyone else and they formed a circle around Harry, watching him learn from Bellatrix.

After another thirty minutes, Bellatrix sighed. “I’m bored. Kill her and let's get back.”

Harry shrugged, killed her with the killing curse, and they headed outside.

“Time to leave our Mark; Harry will do the honours this time.” Tom said. He wrapped his arms around Harry and bent slightly to whisper in his ear. “Point the wand into the sky above us. The incantation is Morsmordre.”

Harry hummed and cast the spell, and the familiar skull-and-snake mark appeared in the sky—encased in a green heart.

Tom stared at it for a moment as Harry began blushing at the mistake, then Tom threw his head back and laughed. “Alright, yours can be special. I have no idea how that happened!” He finally stopped laughing and nodded. “Back to the Manor!”

He brought Harry back and the rest of the Death Eaters joined them in seconds.

Bellatrix was smiling widely. “Well, I suppose there will be no question who led the raids if we hear about them from the papers, since little Harry's mark is so very sweet.” She cooed.

Harry bristled. “That was a mistake.” He snapped, flushing further.

Bellatrix waved a hand. “Ah, keep it. It will let the world know that there is a special Death Eater out there that can get away with being adorable.”

Hermione grinned. “It can be your calling card.”

Harry groaned and covered his face.

Minerva snorted. “Well, I will at least know if you leave school grounds on a school night.”

Harry turned a horrified look on her. “That's not fair; you can't use that against me!”

Minerva smiled. “I will not, but neither will I let you sleep in class the next day.” She said firmly.

Harry sighed. “Fair enough.” He said, resigned to his fate.

“I like it, My Prince. It will be great fun seeing what the papers make of it.” Daphne said lightly.

Everyone seemed to agree on that.

After a few more minutes of chatting, the two groups separated, Hermione and Harry kissing their lovers goodbye, and the Hopefuls Flooed back to Harry's home, and home from there.

Harry went to bed excited for the next night, when they would be going to retrieve Dumbledore.

*****

Harry and Tom were relaxing in the blue parlour, Tom whispering into Harry's ear, “The things I’m going to do to you when you are ready for me, you have no idea how wonderful it will be, my love.”

Harry was smiling up at Tom. “Oh? And what, exactly, do you want to do to me?” He asked.

At just that moment, the mood was broken by Severus storming past the room, shouting, “No, Black, we are not having angry sex again! My arse still hasn’t recovered from last time!”

Sirius followed him, pausing to wave cheerfully at the couple cuddling on the couch, before continuing his pleading as he went.

Harry and Tom looked at each other.

“Did you know my Dad was a bottom?” Harry asked.

Tom made a face of disgust. “No, and I did not need that mental image!” He said.

Harry grinned. “Let me kiss it from your mind.” He said, drawing Tom’s face down.

As he neared Harry’s mouth, Tom murmured, “It’s going to take a lot of kisses.”

Harry chuckled as lips met.
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